A Whiff of Ginger

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A Whiff of Ginger
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Mon, 12-29-2008 - 1:12pm

With many thanks to my wonderful critique partner Nenu...



Yvonne and her husband lay together, spooning, in that somnolent state typical of two people whose coupling has left them both spent and sated. His semi-flaccid member pressed up against the crack of her arse, and his arm was draped lovingly over her tummy. ‘There’s no time like the present,’ Yvonne thought to herself, and summoned up her courage.



‘Bruce?’ she started.



‘Yes, love?’



‘You know I love you, right?’



‘Of course, Pet.’



‘No, I mean really love you. You know I’d never want to do or say anything to hurt you, right?’



She rolled over to face him and he placed his hand on her hip, a look of concern crossing his face. ‘So where’s all this coming from, then?’



‘There’s something I want to share with you,’ she said. ‘When we have sex, have you ever thought about wanting to hurt me?’



‘What, you mean like doing it a bit rough?’



‘No, I mean more than that. Like spanking me, pulling my hair, pinching my nipples really hard. Maybe even tying me up, and making me do whatever you wanted.’



‘You mean some twisted S&M thing, like Story of O?’



‘Yes, I mean something like that.’



‘No, I’ve never really thought about anything like that,’ Bruce said. With that he fell silent, not really knowing what to say, and hoping that by not saying anything perhaps the subject would change without him having to do anything further.



Yvonne left him alone with his thoughts for a few moments, letting what she’d just said sink in, and then tried again. ‘Bruce?’



‘Yes, Pet.’



‘Sometimes, after you leave for work in the morning, I come back to bed and think about things like that. It really turns me on, and I have the most amazing orgasms.’



‘Yvonne,’ he said, finally having something to say, lifting his head off the pillow and supporting it with his hand. ‘Why are you telling me all this? Why now? Is this something you want me to try and do with you?’



‘Honestly, no,’ she said, biting her lip. This was going to be the hard part. ‘When I think about things like this, it isn’t you I think about hurting me, dominating me.’ Seeing the look of concern cross her husband’s brow, she rushed to reassure him. ‘Don’t worry,’ she said, ‘it isn’t any other fella either. When I have these thoughts I most often fantasize about being hurt, being dominated, by another woman.’



This time she really had succeeded in shocking him. ‘Are you… a bloody lesbian? Are you planning on leaving me then, to be with a woman?’



‘No silly, I have no intention of leaving you, for a woman or a man. I love you far too much for that. I do think I might be bisexual though, or at least curious. It turns me on quite a bit, thinking about what it might be like being with a woman.’



Bruce didn’t seem to have anything to say to that, and she lay there in silence, worried that she might have shared too much, that Bruce wouldn’t be able to handle these things she’d just shared with him. Not really sure what to do, she struggled to come up with a way to un-ring the bell, to take back the words that had just come out of her mouth, and return to being a normal middle class married couple, with a sex life that was good enough in its way, if a bit on the boring side. But of course there was no way to do that, so she took the next best alternative.



‘Bruce?’



‘What, is there more?’ he shot back. ‘Have we not got to the end of this nonsense yet?’



‘Would you please reach into the nightstand drawer, and fetch my vibrator? I want to show you what it’s like, for me, when I think these thoughts.’



He reached into the drawer for her lipstick vibe, and almost flung it at her. There was no going back now, and Yvonne needed to see this through to the end, so she shut her eyes, shut out the sounds and sights of the room around her, shut out her husband’s frosty reaction to what she’d tried to share with him, and focused instead on her fantasy. Her head filled with thoughts of being tied up, clamps placed on her nipples, of feeling the kiss of a flogger on her backside, on the back of her thighs, and on her tits. She thought about being with a partner with breasts: sweet, soft, squishy, beautiful breasts for her to fondle and suck on. She thought about being made to prioritize her Mistress’s pleasure above her own, of the sweet taste of a vagina other than hers, and of being shagged from behind with a strap-on while her Mistress pulled her hair and called her filthy names, the ball gag in her mouth stifling Yvonne’s own moans and screams. While she thought these thoughts, she held the vibe in place buzzing away on her clit. In no time at all her breathing became short and she started to moan. ‘Oh God, oh God, oh God,’ she repeated over and over. Then she came, and more than that she ejaculated, squirting all over the bed and soaking the sheets right through, while orgasmic spasms wracked her body for what seemed like hours on end, but of course could only have been minutes.



Spent, she collapsed on the bed and opened her eyes, looking at her husband for the first time since she’d begun playing with herself in front of him. She scanned his face and desperately sought eye contact with him, seeking reassurance that he was okay, that she hadn’t just screwed up her marriage beyond repair. ‘Are you mad?’ she whispered.



‘Mad at something that can make you do that?’ he said. ‘Not bloody likely.’ He paused for a moment, reflecting, and choosing his words carefully. ‘It’s going to take me awhile to get used to this, to let it sink in,’ he said, ‘but no, I’m not mad. I’m bloody turned on, is what I am.’ With that, he took her hand and held it against his crotch, allowing her to feel that, despite having just come inside her not half an hour earlier, Bruce’s penis was once again rock hard. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and began stroking it, as he rose up on his knees. She grasped his manhood with both hands in this new position, and aimed it towards her tits, still stroking it furiously.



‘Come on my tits, lover,’ she said, reassured by his reaction. ‘Show me how much it turned you on, watching me squirt for you, just like it will turn me on watching you come for me. Go on then, come on my damned tits!’ Bruce did exactly that, forcefully, his semen shooting from the head of his prick in white, ropy streams to land on their intended target. Yvonne kept stroking until the very last drop had shot forth and, suddenly sensitive, his member recoiled from the touch of her hands. She got up to visit the bathroom and clean herself up, and returned to find him still resting in bed. ‘So we’re alright?’ she asked.



‘Like I said, it’s going to take me a while to adjust to all this, but I think so, yeah.’



‘Good,’ she said, smiling once again, ‘then you won’t mind helping me change the sheets,’ and Bruce helped her do exactly that, prior to them falling asleep, both still naked, in each other’s arms.



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Mon, 12-29-2008 - 1:23pm

A couple of months later the two of them sat in the front room of their semi-detached home on a Saturday afternoon, enjoying a cup of tea together. Since that night when Yvonne had first shared her kinky fantasies with him, Bruce had found himself again and again asking her to masturbate to her fantasies in front of him. He didn’t understand in the least what it was that drove his wife to desire what she did, but there was no doubt the effect her fantasies had on her. Bruce found himself being turned on by, and getting off on, her state of arousal, without needing to understand what caused it.



He sat there now unusually silent, even for him, as he turned an idea over in his head, trying to examine it from all sides. He was on the verge of proposing something to Yvonne, but unsure whether doing so was a good idea or not. Just in the time he’d been sipping his tea he’d probably changed his mind a half dozen times. He was just now realising how much courage it must have taken for her to open up to him, and the conclusion he kept coming back to again and again was that he owed it to her to be equally as open and courageous in turn, consequences be damned.



‘Yvonne?’ he asked, still not at all sure he was doing the right thing even as he opened his mouth to speak.



‘Yes love?’



‘These fantasies of yours — your twisted S&M thing — have you ever thought about making them more than just a fantasy?’



‘Are you serious?’ she asked, the look on her face betraying just how startled she was by Bruce’s question.



‘Never more so,’ he replied.



‘You mean actually look for a woman, a dominant woman, for me to be with?’



‘Something along those lines, yeah.’



‘How would we go about something like that then?’



‘I’ve heard there are sites on the web for that sort of thing.’



It was Yvonne’s turn to be quiet for a few moments as she tried to take in what he was saying, and as concerns of her own presented themselves to her.



‘You’re really serious?’ she asked again.



‘I am, yeah.’



‘Do you really think you could handle it? You aren’t just saying this because you think it’s something I want, but afterward you’d have second thoughts that would eat away at you, and lead to problems between us? Because quite honestly, Bruce, causing problems for us was the last thing I wanted to do when I shared my kinky fantasies with you. I did that without any notion of them being anything more than a fantasy, and if keeping this as a fantasy is what our marriage needs then I’m more than okay with that.’



‘I’m not sure I can properly explain this,’ he said, setting his cup of tea down on the coffee table and taking her hands in his, ‘but let me try. I’ve seen the effect these fantasies of yours have on you, on more than one occasion now. This is clearly something you need, something that turns you on, and at the same time it isn’t something that I can do for you. Quite apart from the fact that I’m not a woman,’ he said, causing both of them to smile, ‘I don’t get this whole domination thing that you seem to crave, it certainly wouldn’t do anything for me, but the fact that it turns you on as much as it does is a turn on for me.’



He paused for a moment to let his words sink in before continuing. ‘Since this isn’t something that I can give you, then it doesn’t pose a threat to me if you were to get it from someone else, as long as it was all up front and you weren’t sneaking around behind my back or anything. Does that make sense?’



‘You’re really serious?’ she asked again.



‘Love, we’ve been through that. For the third time, yes, I’m serious. I think we should find you a Mistress.’



Another concern crossed Yvonne’s mind. ‘You aren’t just saying this so that you can have permission to shag another woman? Because honestly, I don’t think I could handle that. I know that sounds horribly unfair.’



‘Not unfair at all, and no, that isn’t what I’m after. I get all my needs met by you, Yvonne. There isn’t anything I want, sexually, that you can’t give me. I clearly can’t meet all of your sexual needs, so it makes sense to me that you might benefit from having someone else to meet the ones that I can’t.’



‘Oh Bruce,’ she said, leaping out of her seat and throwing her arms around him as she finally came to terms with the fact that he was offering her a serious proposal rather than making a cruel joke. ‘You are the most wonderful, intelligent, secure man that a woman could possibly hope to have for a husband. I swear I was the luckiest girl on earth the day that you asked me to marry you.’



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Mon, 12-29-2008 - 1:39pm

Later that afternoon they found an online dating site that specialized in BDSM relationships, and Bruce helped her set up a profile. Then they sat back to see what would happen. At first things didn’t go well. A number of women flat out refused to consider her upon learning that she was married to a man, and one initially promising prospect turned out to be a man masquerading behind a female screen name. Just when she was on the verge of giving up, Yvonne’s profile was winked at by Karen, an American woman who worked for a management consulting firm, and who was on assignment managing her firm’s London office.



Yvonne and Karen spent some time getting to know one another on-line. In Yvonne, Karen found a willing and eager student hungry for knowledge and experience about BDSM, while Yvonne found Karen to be a patient and knowledgeable tutor. Several evenings a week would find them chatting away on the computer. Karen gave her pupil things to read, and felt her out about her own desires and interests, and also gave her a series of small tasks to do and report back on. Yvonne shared many of the things she and Karen talked about with Bruce, and while he still in no way understood where his wife’s kinky desires came from, the fact that they turned her on continued to be a turn on for him. At the same time, he wanted to monitor closely what Yvonne was doing with Karen, and vice-versa, to ensure that his wife wasn’t getting into a situation that might be dangerous for her.



Eventually things progressed to the point where Karen and Yvonne planned a face-to-face meeting, a prospect that made Yvonne both nervous and excited. Karen invited Yvonne and Bruce to meet her for dinner at a restaurant in the city, with an open invitation for Yvonne to accompany her back to her flat if all went well. The two women exchanged mobile phone numbers, and enough of a description to be able to recognize one another. Yvonne hemmed and hawed over what to wear, bending Bruce’s ear incessantly with the various options before eventually settling on a royal blue strapless dress. Barely knee length, it had a scalloped neckline that set off her slender neck and shoulders nicely.



The weekend before they were to meet Karen, Bruce took Yvonne out shopping for some suitable new lingerie: a black strapless bra, a pair of black stockings and some matching suspenders. Karen’s instructions to Yvonne were to not wear any panties under her dress, a prospect she was a little uncomfortable with, and Bruce even more so. They’d be traveling down to London on the train and then taking the tube once they got there, and he had some serious reservations about his wife traveling on public transportation, even with him, with her sex totally uncovered under a dress that short. At the shop they found a pair of crotchless panties that came in a set with the strapless bra, and he suggested that wearing those would be virtually the same as going commando. Yvonne quite agreed with her husband’s reasoning, and as her husband was being so helpful and supportive in all this, she felt that making this one small concession was the least she could do for him.



It was more than a little odd for Bruce, but also surprisingly arousing, to find himself standing at the checkout counter at John Lewis purchasing lingerie for his wife that she hoped would be taken off by someone else. This feeling was even stronger the following weekend, as he helped her shave and get dressed for their evening out and select jewelery to complete the ensemble, picking out a long string of black pearls and a pair of citrine earrings that contrasted nicely with the blue fabric of her dress. Yvonne threw a shawl over her shoulders as protection against the chill, and as they walked out the door and towards the station together, Bruce had butterflies in his stomach.



On the train ride into London and then on the tube from Euston Station, Yvonne was both nervous and excited at the prospect of meeting Karen, and glad that Bruce was with her. As they drew closer to their destination she started clinging to her husband’s arm as if for dear life. For his part, Bruce made most of the journey in pensive silence. He was accompanying his wife to have dinner at a rather posh restaurant with a woman who wanted to have sex with her, and nothing in his previous experience had quite prepared him for such an event. Feelings of jealousy fought with those of arousal, while both mingled with a fear of what this might mean and where it might lead down the road. By the time they made their way out of the tube station and onto the city streets the lump in his throat was quite prominent.



As they entered the restaurant Bruce explained to the maitre d’ that they were meeting someone while Yvonne looked around expectantly. Karen was already there, and stood up to greet them as the maitre d’ brought them to the table, looking Yvonne over from head to toe and taking in both her appearance and her outfit as she did so. Karen was quite a bit taller than Yvonne had been expecting — she estimated about 1.75m — and not afraid to accentuate her height by wearing heels. She had wavy blonde hair that came just past her shoulders, and breasts that were quite a bit larger than Yvonne’s pert ones, filling up her tunic like a pair of ripe melons. She was dressed in a pair of light grey trousers with a peach blouse, and a belted grey tunic over it that Yvonne guessed she’d thrown on to replace a more corporate looking jacket upon leaving the office The two women greeted one another excitedly, kissing each other on the cheek, and Bruce awkwardly held out a meaty hand.



‘Bruce Morgan,’ he said. ‘Pleasure.’



‘Karen Claiborne,’ she replied, with just a hint of the American south in her accent. ‘The pleasure’s all mine.’



Karen turned out to be a wonderful conversationalist, putting them both at ease and making a special effort to include Bruce in the conversation. While they gave the menu a good looking over, Karen leaned over and whispered an instruction in Yvonne’s ear that she was to keep her legs apart while sitting at the table, which in her crotchless panties left her feeling wickedly exposed, but other than that the exchanges between the two women were more flirty than domineering. Over drinks and starters Bruce asked Karen some general questions about BDSM, and also about how she’d gotten into the scene and her experiences with it, questions that Karen answered patiently and willingly. It almost seemed to him that the American woman realised on some level that she’d already seduced Yvonne, and that it was him she needed to win over. He found that realisation reassuring, his confidence increasing that in Karen they’d found a good candidate to help make Yvonne’s fantasies a reality, and that if things did indeed proceed to the next step he’d be leaving his wife in good hands.



Later in the evening, as they were finishing their main courses, Karen asked Yvonne if she’d like to accompany her to the washroom, looking across the table at Bruce as she did so. Bruce nodded his head imperceptibly, and the two women got up and headed towards the loo together. Upon finding that they were the only two occupants, Karen pulled Yvonne towards her and kissed the shorter, darker, more slender English woman forcefully on the mouth. Yvonne was surprised by the suddenness of Karen’s move, but also felt her loins becoming even more wet than they already were. Her tongue reached out to meet Karen’s, as she tried to savour every moment of her first kiss with another woman. She found it to be softer and, in a way, sweeter than kissing a bloke. Their kiss lingered, and Yvonne’s hand found it’s way to the American woman’s breasts, which she was drawn to like a moth to a flame. She started imagining what it would be like later, when she could get her hands on them unencumbered by multiple layers of clothing.



Karen’s hand started making its way up the back of Yvonne’s thigh, but stopped abruptly, as did the kiss, upon finding Yvonne’s arse encased in panties. ‘What are these?’ she asked, raising an eyebrow.



‘I’m sorry,’ Yvonne started to say, ‘Bruce wasn’t comfortable with me traveling on the train without any knickers on, in a dress this short. These are crotchless, leaving my slit exposed, so we thought they’d amount to the same thing.’ Yvonne found her heart rate increasing, feeling like a naughty schoolgirl caught in some transgression, as she attempted to explain herself to this tall American woman whom she so wished to please.



‘If I give you an instruction, as long as it’s within your limits and doesn’t impinge on your marriage, then your choices are to either use your safe-word, or to follow my instructions to the letter. Do you understand?’ Karen asked, as she grabbed Yvonne’s hair in one hand and yanked her head back sharply.



‘Yes ma’am,’ Yvonne replied.



‘Lift your dress up above your arse,’ Karen instructed, ‘then pull your panties down around your knees and spread your legs apart.’ Yvonne did exactly that, and Karen grabbed her hair again and pushed her forward, bending her over the counter and bringing her hand down firmly on Yvonne’s arse. Ten times Karen swotted her, and Yvonne found the combination coupled with the humiliation of being bent over the washbasin and spanked in a public loo while she watched herself in the mirror to be surprisingly and powerfully arousing. The spanking complete, Karen held her in the same position as she fingered her to orgasm before bringing her fingers to her lips, tasting Yvonne’s slit for the first time. Karen instructed her to finish removing the panties, which she did, at which point Karen picked them up and tucked them into the front pocket of her trousers.



Bruce had had about enough of pushing his veg around on the plate, and was just starting to think it was taking the women an unusually long time in the loo when he saw them returning. Before leaving the house that night, Bruce and Yvonne had arranged a couple of signals between them, one if Yvonne was comfortable with Karen and enjoying the evening, and wished to accompany her to her flat afterward; another if she wasn’t comfortable with the situation and wished to return home with Bruce. As she returned to the table with Karen, Yvonne flashed him the all-clear signal, but he knew without being told that that was the case. He wasn’t sure quite why or how, but somehow in the time they’d been gone the dynamic between the two women had shifted.



The waiter cleared their plates and brought dessert menus, and as they perused them Karen looked over at Yvonne. ‘Tell him,’ she said.



Yvonne looked her husband in the eye with a bit of a twinkle. ‘We kissed,’ she said, ‘and I was spanked for being a naughty girl and wearing knickers.’ She proceeded to relate to Bruce the series of events that had just taken place in the washroom, up to and including Karen getting her off with her fingers.



Now it was Bruce’s turn to look over at Karen. ‘I’m sorry,’ he said, ‘the panties were my idea. I wasn’t really comfortable with the idea of my wife riding on the train, in a dress that short, with her privates exposed like that to all the world.’



Karen placed her hand, the one that had brought Yvonne to orgasm, over his reassuringly. ‘You have absolutely nothing to apologise for,’ she said, while squeezing his hand ever so slightly. ‘Yvonne’s transgression had nothing to do with you or your input. The thing is, this is going to be more difficult for Yvonne trying to juggle two relationships than it would if she were just with me, but that’s a balance that she’s going to have to learn. I’m not going to do anything, either with her or to her, that will impinge on your marriage, but within that limit she’s going to need to learn when it’s appropriate to accede to your wishes and when she needs to follow my instructions. In this case I’d given her an instruction that might have pushed her a little farther out of her comfort zone than she would have been willing to go on her own, and it would certainly have left her feeling naughtily exposed, but you and she would really have been the only ones who knew she wasn’t wearing panties. There was nothing about it that would have put her in any danger, and she should have followed my instructions more strictly. Does that make sense?’



Bruce was reassured that Karen was dealing with him as an equal, and wasn’t in any way trying to impose her will on top of or instead of his own where Yvonne was concerned. During the course of the evening he’d gained a certain respect for Karen and how she was handling things, and reflected once again on how lucky they’d been to find Karen. This was an adjustment that Yvonne was going to have to make, if she was to make this work, and Bruce nodded to indicate he understood.



The women were understandably eager to move on to the next part of their evening, so they collectively decided to skip dessert. Karen picked up the bill and the three of them made their way out of the restaurant and into the London night. Karen gave them a few moments of privacy to kiss their good nights, and as they did so Yvonne stood up on her tiptoes and whispered in her husband’s ear. ‘Do me one favour,’ she said, ‘and don’t stroke yourself off tonight. I promise I’ll make it worth your while when I get home in the morning.’



‘Alright,’ he said, ‘if that’s what you want. I love you. Now go have fun.’



‘I love you too,’ she said, and they enjoyed a long, lingering kiss, after which Bruce headed off towards the tube station while Karen hailed a cab.



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As soon as the cab pulled away from the curb, Karen turned towards Yvonne and started making out with her just like she had in the loo at the restaurant. Yvonne knew that the cab driver could see what they were doing in the rear view mirror, and rather suspected Karen of doing what she was doing in order to put on a show for him, but at the same time she was quite aroused at her burgeoning relationship with Karen being displayed in so public a manner.



The cab ride lasted about 20 minutes and deposited them in front of a luxurious looking block of flats. Looking somewhat disheveled, the two women made their way past the doorman, to whom Karen offered a perfunctory greeting, and into the lobby, which rose up the entire height of the building, atrium style. As they waited for the lift to arrive, Yvonne wondered briefly how many women the doorman had seen Karen escort into the building on other nights.



The lift itself was made of glass, looking down on the lobby below, and Karen punched the button for the 24th floor. Once they’d ascended past the 2nd floor Karen turned towards Yvonne once again, and Yvonne assumed they were about to resume making out. To her surprise, Karen instead reached behind her with her left hand and undid the zip to her dress by a couple of inches. With her right hand she reached for the front of Yvonne’s dress, grasping the neckline between her breasts and yanking the dress down just enough to fully expose her bra, followed by pushing the bra down just enough to free Yvonne’s tits from the cups and expose them. Karen reached into her trouser pocket to retrieve the panties she’d tucked in there earlier, and stuffed them in Yvonne’s mouth. The whole thing, from expecting to be kissed to winding up on her knees in the lift with her tits hanging out and her panties in her mouth, had happened so suddenly that Yvonne barely had time to comprehend what had just taken place.



‘You are about to enter my home,’ Karen said. ‘Those who come here as you do, do so not just to have sex with me, but also to submit to me. In this place you will address me as “Mistress”, and you will follow whatever instructions I give you without fail. Do you understand?’



‘Yes Mistress,’ Yvonne replied, lowering her eyes and finding her arousal growing at Karen’s abrupt switch into Domination.



‘Tell me your safe-word,’ Karen continued.



‘Tottenham Spurs.’



Karen chuckled a bit at that, and continued. ‘Very well, when we reach my floor I’ll lead the way, and you shall follow along behind me on your knees. As this is your first time here I won’t blindfold you at all, but on some future visits you may spend most of the time with your eyes covered. Do you understand?’



‘Yes Mistress.’



The rest of the ride couldn’t have taken more than a few minutes, although it seemed like forever to Yvonne. She knew that no one down in the lobby below could realistically see them, but the position she was in made her feel so slutty that her vagina was positively dripping. Finally the bell chimed and the door opened, and Karen exited the lift and proceeded down the hallway three doors to the left, with Yvonne following along behind on her knees.



Karen opened the door and flipped on the light switch, and Yvonne followed her into the flat, looking around and taking everything in. The furnishing was simple but tasteful and luxurious, and there were small indications of Karen’s kinky lifestyle here and there that Yvonne was surprised to see displayed so openly. The coffee table, for example, seemed to be a thick sheet of glass laid on top of a wire cage-like structure, and on the wall to the left was a St Andrew’s cross, something Yvonne had only seen in pictures previously. Karen pointed her towards the toilet, and indicated that she should take care of whatever ablutions she needed to in there, and to return to the front room wearing only her stockings, high heels and suspenders.



When she did so she found Karen had set out an ice bucket on an end table, and was placing some items in it that Yvonne couldn’t quite make out. Also on the end table was something that looked like a rather large teacup, only with a closed bowl-shaped top and a spout in place of a handle. From another room she heard a low whistle, and Karen left to fetch it, returning a few moments later bearing an electric kettle. She picked up the odd teacup with one hand and tipped it up, pouring boiling water into the spout just to a level where the cup could be set down right side up again without any water spilling. She set it down on the end table again and squirted some oil from a plastic bottle into the dome shaped top, where the water from the section below would warm it. A pleasant and distinctive scent filled the room.



‘Ginger,’ Karen said. ‘Whenever I take a new sub I like to establish a theme that’s unique to them. Ginger will be yours. I’ll be including it as an element in much of the play we do, and I have no doubt you’ll very soon find that the slightest whiff of it will be enough to make you very, very aroused.



Karen led Yvonne over to the St Andrew’s cross and helped her to her feet, binding her wrists and ankles to the corners with short lengths of rope. She then poured a small amount of oil from the warmer into the palm of her hand, anointing Yvonne with it, starting with her neck and shoulders and continuing down her back and her buttocks before moving to her arms, chest, abdomen, and the soft folds of her sex. Karen was humming a soft tune as she did so, and Yvonne savoured the first touch of Karen’s hand on every part of her body. She found the combination of the warm oil and the scent quite relaxing, and started to drift off into almost a doze when she was brought back to full alertness by the sudden sting of a flogger on her shoulder blades. She had no idea how long the flogging lasted, but the cadence was regular and Karen moved around her shoulder, her buttocks and the back of her thighs. Just as she was starting to adjust to the sting, and to expect and even crave the landing of the next blow, it stopped.



Karen left her alone for a short while, and Yvonne began to drift back into her somnolent state. This time she was brought back to awareness by the simultaneous touch of Karen’s left hand on her hip and an electric wand style vibrator on the soft folds of her sex, bringing her from near sleep to being on the verge of an orgasm in a matter of minutes.



‘You like that? You want to cum?’ Karen whispered in her ear.



‘Yes please, Mistress,’ Yvonne whimpered.



‘In this place orgasms require permission, at the risk of punishment.’



‘Please Mistress, may I cum?’



‘Do it! Cum for me now!’



Yvonne succumbed to the sensations on her clit, allowing her orgasm to course through her body. To her surprise, Karen didn’t withdraw the vibrator as her orgasm started to subside, but rather held it in place, forcing another orgasm out of her, followed by another, and another. After the first two or three the orgasms ceased being pleasurable and became more painful instead, until Yvonne would have agreed to practically anything if she could just stop cumming. All in all Karen held the vibrator in place for about the same length of time as the flogging had lasted and then finally, blessedly switched it off and withdrew it.



‘Your first lesson tonight was that you must strictly follow my instructions, or suffer the consequences. This was your second lesson: you experience pain when and because I want you to, and you experience pleasure when and because I want you to. If either or both of those happen to be enjoyable to you, that’s a small matter, of little import compared to my desire that you experience them. Do you understand?’



‘Yes Mistress.’



Karen withdrew, and although she didn’t dare turn her head to look directly, Yvonne observed her moving about the room, taking the glass plate off the top of the cage-like structure and standing it up behind the settee. She left the room, only to return a few minutes later having divested herself of her clothes. Karen untied Yvonne from the cross and led her to the cage, indicating that she should lie down atop it, on her back with her legs together and her arms hanging down on each side. Karen bound her to the cage in this position, and as she did so Yvonne got her first really good look at Karen’s body, the full tits that she found so appealing, the length and long line of her limbs, the flatness of her tummy, and the neatly trimmed blonde down that covered her sex.
Karen fetched something from the ice bucket then knelt down on either side of Yvonne’s head, one leg on each side of the cage, and attached a pair of very cold clamps to Yvonne’s nipples. Yvonne gasped aloud at the sudden pain in her tits, and a shudder ran through her entire body as she adjusted to the sensations. She looked up lustfully at Karen’s slit, which was frustratingly just out of reach of her tongue, longing for her first taste.



‘If you want it, ask for it,’ Karen instructed.



‘Please Mistress, may I lick you?’



‘Good girl,’ Karen said approvingly, before lowering herself onto Yvonne’s face, the sub’s yearning tongue reaching out hungrily, needing on a primal level to taste her Mistress, to attempt to please her. Karen allowed her to do so for a few minutes before standing up abruptly.



‘Not bad,’ she said, ‘although of course you’ll get better with practise. But for the moment I have a better idea.’ She left the room again and returned a few moments later with a double-ended penis gag and instructed Yvonne to open her mouth. Karen inserted the smaller end of the gag into it and fastened the strap in place around her head. As Yvonne struggled to adjust to the rubbery taste in her mouth, gagging just a little, Karen applied lube to the larger end and resumed her previous position, lowering herself onto it. She was quite literally using Yvonne as a sex object, shagging herself with an artificial phallus that was protruding from Yvonne’s face. Karen reached for the wand vibe and applied it to her own clit this time, bringing herself to orgasm after orgasm, squirting all over Yvonne’s face in the process.



Karen untied Yvonne, and brought her some water to drink. After a brief rest for them both to recover, Yvonne found herself kneeling atop the cage in a doggy position. Her left thigh was bound to her left calf, and also to the cage, and her right leg was bound in the same way. Her arms were bound behind her back in a box tie, and a yoke around her neck was also tied to the cage, forcing her to keep her head down and her bottom up in the air. The position left her very exposed, but she also found it comforting being bound once again. For reasons she couldn’t fully articulate, the feeling of the rope on her limbs made her feel very safe. She still had the ice-cold clamps on her nipples, and Karen was walking around her, examining her body from several different angles, and running her hand over Yvonne’s bum and idly probing her slit with her fingers.


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‘I know you’ve said in our electronic chats that corporal is a big fantasy of yours,’ Karen said. ‘I need to know, now that you’ve experienced a little, how you felt about the flogging I gave you?’



‘It was absolutely wonderful, I loved it,’ Yvonne replied.



‘Yes, but how close was it to your tolerance limit?’



‘I could take more. Quite a bit more, actually.’



‘And you are alright with me marking you?’



‘Yes please!’



‘Very well,’ Karen said, grinning wickedly, ‘you’ve just earned yourself a caning.’ With that she left the room for a minute, and returned carrying a rattan cane, as well as a small tin of something that she set down on the end table next to the ice bucket. Yvonne guessed the cane to be just short of a metre in length, with what looked like green cord wrapped around one end to form a handle. Karen resumed her pacing around Yvonne’s cage, lightly tapping the cane against her arse as she did so. In her heightened sense of awareness it seemed to Yvonne that a subtle change had come over Karen just in the past couple of minutes. Her breathing was heavier, for one thing, and her voice slightly huskier.



‘Count for me,’ Karen said, bringing the cane down smartly on Yvonne’s bottom. ‘We’re going to 20 today.’ The cane whistled through the air as Karen swung it, and it made a loud smack as it struck Yvonne’s behind. The impact was enough to knock the breathe out of her, and without the ropes holding her firmly in place she would in all likelihood have wound up in a heap on the floor.



‘Oh my God! One,’ she said. Karen continued walking around her slowly, letting her wonder when the next blow would land. Just when Yvonne thought she couldn’t stand the suspense any longer, Karen would bring the cane down on her arse once more. With each successive blow Yvonne became more and more aroused until on the 10th blow she had an orgasm.



‘You damned slut!’ Karen literally screamed at her. ‘Did I give you permission to cum?’



‘No, Mistress, you didn’t,’ her novice sub whimpered. ‘I’m sorry, Mistress, I just couldn’t help myself.’



Karen picked up the wand vibe and held it against her own clit as she continued swotting Yvonne’s backside with the cane. Despite her Mistress’ admonitions, Yvonne still couldn’t prevent herself from cumming each time the cane landed on her bum, and by the 13th blow the sounds of her orgasms were joined by those of Karen’s own, as the dominant American woman got off from the combined effects of the vibe on her clit and her domination of her English sub.



After the 20th blow Karen set the cane down, along with the vibrator, and rubbed some lotion into the now very prominent welts her actions had raised on Yvonne’s cheeks and the back of her thighs. Next she unscrewed the lid on the tin she’d set down earlier on the end table, and Yvonne’s nose once again took in a powerful whiff of ginger.



‘Powdered ginger mixed with lube,’ Karen hissed, seeing that Yvonne had identified the odour of the spice.



‘It’s going to really make it burn.’ With that she reached into the ice bucket and removed a rather intimidating looking glass anal plug. Wiping it off with a towel, she proceeded to coat it with the ginger lube. She took a finger and worked it slowly into Yvonne’s arse, causing her to gasp from the sudden burning sensation brought about by the ginger. Once Yvonne had grown accustomed to the penetration Karen added a second finger, then removed them both and placed the tip of the glass plug at her by now slightly stretched opening. She paused there for a moment before slowly pushing it up Yvonne’s bum with a single motion. Yvonne gasped under the assault of the various sensations she was simultaneously experiencing: the burning of the lube coupled with the cold of the glass while she was being stretched by the size of the plug.



Karen left the room again for a few minutes, and when she returned she was sporting a strap-on dildo fastened to her pelvis with a leather harness. Placing herself in front of her bound sub, she slathered her artificial phallus liberally with the ginger laced lube, instructed her to taste it, and then positioned herself behind Yvonne with one foot on the floor on either side of the cage and the tip of the dildo positioned at the entrance to her vagina. She waited there, leaving Yvonne quite literally dripping with anticipation.



‘Please,’ she pleaded, ‘I need you inside me.’



‘Are you sure?’ Karen teased. ‘It’s really going to burn.’



‘I don’t care,’ Yvonne replied, her breathing laboured, ‘I need it. Screw me! Screw me, God damn you!’



The flat of Karen’s hand landed on Yvonne’s tender bottom at the same time Karen thrust the artificial prick inside her. ‘You will remember to address me with respect!’ she admonished.



‘Yes, Mistress, I’m sorry, Mistress,’ she gasped, just barely managing to remain coherent enough to speak. Many sensations were coursing through her body at once — the glass plug in her arse that refused to give up its cold temperature, coupled with the burning of the ginger it was coated with; the same burning sensation in her slit, accompanied by the sense of fullness brought on by the rubber penis Karen was screwing her with; the very different burn on her bum cheeks from the caning she’d so recently received; the pinch of the clover clamps on her nipples; and the reassuring embrace of Karen’s ropes on her limbs, holding her safely in place — she felt both very alive, and as if every nerve ending in her body was on fire, all at the same time. A series of unintelligible moans escaped from the depths of her throat as her body writhed from the effects of wave after wave of orgasm, each one originating deep in her loins before traveling to the farthest tips of her extremities. Unconsciously she sensed that Karen was also cumming, but beyond that she lost track of time, or even any notion of where she was, as her entire existence was reduced to the cage she was tied to, the woman who was shagging her, and the need to ride the seemingly endless wave of orgasms.



Some time later her sense of awareness started to return. At some point Karen had shed her strap-on and harness, donned a white terrycloth dressing gown and was now standing next to Yvonne, running a hot, wet flannel that she must have fetched from the bathroom over her body. Sometime in the interim the plug had been removed from her arse, but she was still bound in place.



She was reassured and anchored by Karen’s voice asking her, ‘is it safe to untie you now? I didn’t want to do so until I knew you were back in the land of the living.’



Yvonne nodded, still not trusting herself to speak. Karen untied her, and helped her rise to a sitting position on the side of the cage.



Her Mistress left the room for a moment, and Yvonne took the opportunity to shake out her hands and feet, which were tingling ever so slightly from having been bound for so long. When she returned, she set down a tray bearing a couple of bottles of water and a plate of stuffed grape leaves on the end table, before wrapping Yvonne into a dressing gown which matched her own.



‘So that was good for you?’ Karen asked, seating herself on the settee and inviting Yvonne to join her there.



‘Oh my God, that was bloody amazing. It was like I’d only ever experienced sex in black and white before, and now I’ve had it in colour for the very first time. I know that probably sounds daft.’



‘Welcome to my world,’ Karen said, laughing, while she handed Yvonne a bottle of water and offered her some grape leaves. Over the next fifteen minutes or so she questioned Yvonne about every aspect of what she’d just experienced: what she’d liked about it, which parts she hadn’t been so fond of, where the evening’s events had been too much for her, and where she might have liked a little bit more.



Satisfied that she’d extracted all the useful information she was going to get from her sub, Karen cleared away the dishes and set the glass top back on the cage while Yvonne paid another visit to the toilet. When she returned, Karen took her by the hand and quietly led her to the bedroom. As Karen flicked on the light, Yvonne got her first look at where this fascinating American woman slept. The bed was a generous four-poster, with a matching dresser on one wall and a nightstand next to the bed upon which stood a lamp and a fancy looking clock radio. The walls were off-white, with a textured plaster finish, and the windows were covered by a set of lace curtains, with a pair of solid plum coloured drapes over them that Karen drew. The sheets on the bed were a solid pale lavender colour, and the pillowcases and duvet cover were white with a block-graphic print of owls, pine boughs and blossoming flowers in black, red, gold and grey. Several very dramatic black and white photographs hung on the wall, and a couple of pieces of expensive looking porcelain stood on the dresser.



Karen unwrapped Yvonne’s dressing gown from her body and hung it up in the closet, before hanging her own next to it. She pulled back the covers ever so slightly, inviting the young woman to climb into bed, then walked around to the other side and climbed in next to her. The two women lay on their sides, facing each other, Karen’s hand resting loosely on Yvonne’s hip, cuddling and kissing. She reached to turn out the light, and Yvonne stopped her.



‘Before you do that,’ she said, ‘I’d like to make you cum.’



Karen laughed at this, loudly. ‘Believe me, you’ve already done that,’ she said. ‘There’s a rush I got from dominating you that’s quite indescribable if you’ve never experienced it.’



Now it was Yvonne’s turn to smile. ‘Not like that,’ she said. ‘You dominated me earlier, and shagged me, and it was good, and I loved every minute of it. But now I want to make love to you, between women, and see if I can manage better than “not bad”.’



‘Very well,’ Karen replied, lifting back the covers to better expose her body to the other woman. Where their earlier activities had been hard, fast and intense, what Yvonne did now was soft and sensuous. She took the opportunity to fully explore Karen’s body with her hands and with her tongue: her well sculpted arms, and the delicate line of her neck; the inside of her thighs and taut stomach; those wonderful, full, bouncy breasts; and of course the soft, moist folds of her sex. Yvonne had briefly tasted her Mistress earlier, while she’d been tied down on the cage, but now she took the opportunity to savour her slit, lapping up her juices as if she were parched. Not one inch of Karen’s body remained untouched and unexplored, as she tried to learn where her new lover liked to be touched, and how; what would make her nipples harden a little tighter, or her sex start to drip just a little more. She felt quite smug at her ability to bring Karen right up to the brink of orgasm and keep her there until, finally having had her fill, she sent her over the brink with just a flick of her tongue.



Both women sated, and fully spent, Karen finally did reach up and turn off the light, and a very short time later Yvonne slipped into one of the deepest and most restful slumbers she’d ever experienced.



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Mon, 12-29-2008 - 2:11pm

Bruce’s train ride home was one of the longest and loneliest trips out of London he’d ever taken. He’d liked Karen, and felt comfortable that they’d lucked out in finding her to help realise Yvonne’s fantasies, but it was nonetheless an odd thing to do to hand one’s wife over to someone else to have sex with. Many different thoughts coursed through his brain simultaneously, all competing for his attention. He worried about whether Yvonne would be all right, that she’d be safe and well taken care of, and that she hadn’t gotten herself in over her head. Then he worried that she might enjoy herself too much, and would no longer have need of him and the activities that took place in their marital bed. He thought about what Karen and Yvonne might be doing together, and those thoughts caused his penis to harden. Feelings of arousal and jealousy swirled around in his brain, mixing with feelings of concern. He knew that from this night onward their lives wouldn’t be quite the same, but as yet he had no way of knowing what form and manner the changes would take. Above all he hoped he’d done the right thing — for her, first and foremost, but also for himself, and for the two of them as a couple — in setting tonight’s events in motion.



Finally arriving home, he unlocked the front door and let himself in, then flicked on the hall light and took himself up to bed. It took him a long time to fall asleep that night, unaccustomed as he was to not having Yvonne in the bed next to him, and his conflicting thoughts still swirling around in his head. On another night he might have been tempted to masturbate in order to help himself sleep, but Yvonne had asked him not to, and he felt compelled to honour her wishes. Once he did finally manage to sleep, it was fitful at best, as he tossed and turned a lot and woke several times in the night, realising anew each time he did so that yes, he was indeed alone, and that yes, his wife was at that very moment in London, submitting to and having sex with her dominant female American lover.



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Mon, 12-29-2008 - 2:16pm

Yvonne awoke the next morning to the sound of a toilet flushing, looking around briefly to take in her surroundings and recalling where she was. Daylight was peeking around the edges of the drapes, and she could faintly hear the sounds of traffic wafting up from the streets below. As she stretched she detected a faint odour of ginger still emanating from her own body, on account of the oil that Karen had rubbed into her skin the night before. The memories triggered by the scent caused her sex to moisten as she recalled them one by one.



Returning from the loo, Karen smiled at seeing Yvonne awake, and climbed up on the bed in a kneeling position, straddling Yvonne’s face. ‘Eat me,’ she commanded. Surprised and pleased, Yvonne proceeded to do exactly that, eagerly complying with her Mistress’s order and taking pride in her newfound ability to get her off with her tongue.



After Karen came she led Yvonne to the bathroom, and the two of them climbed into the shower together. The bathroom was done up in marble tile on the floor and walls, and the shower stall, which was more than big enough for the two of them, had glass doors and dual shower heads, one on each end. They took turns shampooing each other’s hair and washing one another’s bodies, sneaking in lots of gentle caresses and light kisses as they did so. They kept up a light conversation all the while, both of them teasing and gently commanding the other to ‘turn around’, ‘close your eyes’, etc. Once they’d toweled off, Karen took Yvonne back to the bedroom and bound her, spread-eagled on her back, to the four bedposts. Karen fetched the strap-on dildo and its harness from the drawer in the nightstand, and fastened it in place around her hips, placing the small end of the dildo inside her own vagina. Lubricating the dildo with some more of the ginger lube, she then knelt between Yvonne’s legs and shagged her. The burning sensation brought on by the ginger sent Yvonne over the edge almost immediately, and in no time at all she was moaning in pleasure.



After they both came several more times Karen untied her and put the dildo away, then fetched a white bra and matching boy short knickers from one of the drawers of the dresser, followed by a pair of blue Capri trousers and a grey hooded sweatshirt from another, all of which she put on. Turning towards Yvonne, who was still lying naked on the bed, she asked if she’d like some breakfast, and the two of them engaged in a brief conversation about what they were both in the mood for.



Karen phoned in their order to a local takeaway place, with a request that it be delivered, and turned back to Yvonne. ‘That will take a while to arrive, so while we wait I��d like you to follow me out to the front room. I think it’s time we gave those tits of yours a proper flogging.’



‘Ooh, yes please!’ Yvonne exclaimed, jumping off the bed at the prospect. Karen led her out to the front room and secured her once again to the St Andrew’s cross, this time facing out into the room. The flogger she used had thinner tails, which had more of a sting and less of a thump than the one she’d flogged Yvonne’s shoulders and backside with the previous evening.



Yvonne was enjoying the sensation and found it arousing, although it didn’t cause her to spontaneously orgasm the way having her bottom caned had. Karen was still flogging away a short while later when the doorbell rang. She set the flogger down and opened the door, telling the deliveryman to set the order down on the table. He stepped inside and did a double take upon seeing Yvonne, naked and bound to the cross. Yvonne felt utterly slutty, and very aroused, at having Karen expose her and put her on display like that, and she was sure the deliveryman would have quite the story to tell his mates at the pub later.



After the deliveryman left, Karen untied her and put the kettle on for tea, and the two of them ate their breakfast, Karen clothed and Yvonne still naked. When they were done, Karen fetched Yvonne’s clothes for her, and rang for a company car and driver that she had the use of to give Yvonne a lift home. When the doorman rang to let them know the car was out front, the two of them lingered in a kiss at the doorway for quite some time before Yvonne finally took the lift down and began her journey home.



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Mon, 12-29-2008 - 2:23pm

Bruce was in the kitchen making his second cup of tea when he heard the car pull into the drive, and then Yvonne’s key in the latch a few moments later. He set the cup down on the counter nervously, not knowing what the next few minutes would bring, and what it would all ultimately mean for his marriage.



‘Bruce?’ she asked, tentatively.



‘In the kitchen, Pet.’



She came running into the kitchen in stocking feet, having apparently shed her high heels in the front hallway. The dress she’d worn out to dinner the previous evening was now looking a little disheveled, but there was no denying her joy and happiness as she threw her arms around him and embraced him in a big hug. ‘Thank you so much for last night, for letting me do that, and for helping to set it up’ she exclaimed. ‘I had the most amazing time.’



He held her shoulders in his meaty hands, examining her for a moment. ‘So you’re all right?’



‘Much more than all right,’ she replied. ‘Here, let me show you.’ With that she pushed her shoulders back and allowed her shawl to drop onto the kitchen floor. She unzipped her dress, pushed it down over her hips, wriggled it down around her ankles and then stepped out of it. Then she unhooked her bra and dropped it onto the heap of clothing on the floor, standing before her husband proudly, clad only in her stockings and suspenders.



Bruce’s brow furrowed with concern at seeing the bruises on her tits and the red welts on her bottom. ‘What’s all this, then? You’re sure you’re all right? I certainly hope I didn’t send you out in to the night to be beaten.’



Yvonne took his hands and placed one on each of her bum cheeks. ‘I’m more than all right. In fact it was wonderful. I came so hard when she did this to me, and it made me so proud to be able to take it.’ She paused for a moment before adding, ‘So were you a good boy, and kept your hands off yourself while I was out?’



‘I did, yeah, but only because you asked me too. It was hard.’



She laughed at his unintended play on words. ‘So just how hard was it, big boy?’ With that she undid his belt and unzipped his trousers, pushing them down around his ankles along with his underpants and took his prick in her hand, stroking it. She dropped to her knees, lifting his member up against his tummy and gave it a lick with her tongue, starting from the base of his balls, along the ridge that ran between them, then up the underside of his shaft all the way to the head. She repeated this ten times, licking his prick like a lollipop, then on the tenth time as she reached the head she opened her mouth and took him inside her. Bruce gave a short gasp as he watched his penis disappear quickly into his wife’s mouth. She went up and down on the full length of his manhood a few more times, then took her hand and wrapped her fingers around the base of his prick, stroking it as she allowed her mouth to concentrate its efforts on the head. She looked up into his eyes, gauging his reactions to what she was doing. While her right hand continued stroking his shaft she took her left hand and cupped his balls with it, rubbing them gently and applying a little finger pressure to the spot between the base of his balls and his anus, in just the way she knew he liked. She could tell he was close to cumming, so she took him a little deeper into her mouth and kept up with what she was doing, intensifying her efforts just a little until she felt him start to spurt. She swallowed every last drop, then withdrew his prick from her mouth, licking her lips as she did so.



Bruce helped his wife to her feet, staggering a little as he did so, then picked her up and set her down on the kitchen counter before dropping to his knees. It was his turn now to return the pleasure his wife had just given him in kind. He spread her legs apart, allowing him to caress, lick and kiss her inner thighs and gently lick the area where the lips of her sex and her inner thighs came together. He took his time licking her mound and the outer lips of her sex, then gently rang his tongue between the folds of her labia, then paused and looked up at her quizzically at finding she tasted quite different than normal.



‘Ginger,’ she said, and explained about the powdered ginger mixed with lube that Karen had used when screwing her with the strap-on just a couple of hours earlier. While Bruce ate her out, Yvonne began recounting the events of her evening, more or less in order, her arousal increasing as she relived the memories. She found her attention wandering between her retelling, and what Bruce was doing to her slit, just as he found his wandering between listening to what Yvonne was saying and focusing on pleasing her. Whenever she got to a point where she was recounting an orgasm, he would take her clit into his mouth and suck on it, causing her to have another orgasm at the same time she was reliving the one she’d had with Karen the night before. Bruce found himself getting caught up in her narrative, and although he still found it difficult to fathom how someone could get off on being caned so hard as to raise the welts that were currently raised on his wife’s arse, he once again found himself getting turned on by the mere fact that it was a turn on for her.



After Yvonne finished her tale, and enjoyed the last of many orgasms from the retelling of the sight that the deliveryman had seen in Karen’s flat, she pushed his head back from between her thighs and indicated that he should rise to his feet. ‘I need you inside me,’ she said. ‘Right now.’ Bruce lifted her down off her perch and turned her around, spreading her legs apart and entering her from behind as he bent her over the counter. They were both highly aroused, and he screwed her hard and fast, holding on to her hips for leverage as he did so, and in very short order they both came again, hard, at the same moment.



As he started to soften he slowly withdrew from her, and she stood up and turned around, wrapping her arms around him once again. ‘Thank you so much,’ she said, ‘both for last night, and for my wonderful welcome home this morning. I’m going up to bed for a bit, to try and get a bit more sleep. Would you like to join me?’ With that the two of them headed upstairs and climbed into bed, and as he drifted off into his first truly restful sleep since arriving home the night before, Bruce felt a sense of calm and reassurance that his marriage was going to be just fine.



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Mon, 12-29-2008 - 2:32pm

A few days later Bruce was enjoying a brief respite between seeing patients at his High Street dental surgery when his mobile phone rang, the screen indicating a number that he didn’t recognize. ‘Bruce Morgan,’ he said, answering it.



‘Bruce, it’s Karen Claiborne,’ a familiar voice said, pausing for a moment to let that sink in before continuing. ‘I wanted to ring up to see how Yvonne is, how you and Yvonne are both doing really, after the other night?



Bruce reassured her that they were both doing all right, not really knowing what else one was supposed to say in these situations, although he found Karen quite easy to talk to despite the odd nature of their conversation. They exchanged pleasantries for a few moments, and Karen provided him with her email address in addition to her various phone numbers, inviting him to contact her if he should ever have any concerns about things that she and Yvonne were engaged in or about how they affected Yvonne’s relationship with him. She finished by explaining that she’d like to see Yvonne again, and asking whether that would be all right.



‘Let me get this straight,’ he said. ‘You’re asking my permission to ask my wife out on another date?’



She laughed a little. ‘I know how odd that must sound to you,’ she said.



‘I really do appreciate how respectful you’re being of me, and of my marriage,’ he continued. ‘It makes all of this much easier to deal with, and increases my confidence that we really are making the right choice for Yvonne, and for us. I’ll mention it to Yvonne, but if she wants to see you again it’s all right with me. Why don’t you ring the house this evening, and you can ask her out yourself?’



That evening Bruce mentioned the phone call to Yvonne, who became as excited as a schoolgirl as a result. When Karen rang, later on that evening, Yvonne took the phone into the other room, as the two women chatted away for over an hour. A couple of days later Yvonne went out with Karen again, leaving Bruce’s dinner in the oven to keep warm for him since she was already on the train into London by the time he arrived home from work. Bruce found sleeping alone not nearly as difficult the second time around, having greater confidence that his marriage wasn’t about to end as a result of his wife’s activities. As it was a weekday, Yvonne wasn’t yet home by the time he left for work the following morning, but she was there when he got home that evening, and the two of them once again had wonderful reunion sex followed by a nice meal, all accompanied by Yvonne’s retelling of her activities with Karen.



Over the next several months they all fell into a routine, where Yvonne would spend 2 nights during the week with Karen, and also one weekend a month, leaving on Friday afternoon and returning home on Sunday in time for dinner. Karen continued teaching Yvonne about various aspects of their kink, and Yvonne became much better at habitually following Karen’s instructions. As the two of them continued exploring Yvonne’s boundaries and defining the limits within which she was comfortable, Yvonne became more confident in her role as a submissive. Bruce was the one who first noticed this change in her, pointing out to her that she seemed more self-assured and less timid than she had been previously. When Yvonne wasn’t with Karen, she and Bruce continued to live as an ordinary married couple would. They also continued their habit of having reunion sex whenever Yvonne returned to him from Karen, and although Bruce was no closer than he’d ever been to understanding why his wife desired what she did, if pressed he would have had to admit that both the quality and quantity of the sex they were enjoying and the communication between the two of them were all better as a result of their decision to half-open their marriage.



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Mon, 12-29-2008 - 2:36pm

A few months later Bruce received another call on his mobile, recognizing Karen’s number before he even answered it. After greetings and pleasantries were exchanged, she got to the point.



‘I don’t know how much Yvonne shares with you about some of the things I have her read, but do you know what collaring is?’



‘A bit, yeah. As I understand it, the collar is a symbol of commitment between Domme and sub, and there’s often some sort of ceremony that goes along with it. Is that about right?’



‘That’s more or less right. It’s actually a rather serious commitment. The comparison that’s often made is that the collaring ceremony between a Domme and her sub is akin to the marriage ceremony between husband and wife. In any case, I’d like to ask Yvonne to accept my collar — I think it’s a step that she’s ready to take — but I wanted to sound you out about it first, before mentioning anything to her.’



‘As this is the first I’m hearing about anything like this, I guess I don’t really know. I think I’d need to know quite a bit more about it.’



‘That’s actually a very reassuring response. It would be a very big commitment on her part. It would mean that she’d be making a commitment to me that would be equal in most respects to the commitment she already has to you as your wife. It would also mean that you and I would essentially be sharing her, even more so than we already are. This is definitely not something to be entered into lightly.’



‘My next proposal is going to sound a bit rude,’ she continued, ‘but I’d like to invite myself around to your house for dinner on some Sunday in the near future.’



‘Why’s that then?’



‘Primarily because I want you to take some time to think about Yvonne accepting my collar, and to research it if need be, and then I want to make myself available to you to answer any questions you might have about it. But beyond that, there’s also a scene that I want to have her engage in, a bit of old guard domination known as a Master’s Banquet, and I think that having her do so at her own house would be a nice touch.’



‘What would that entail, then?’



‘It’s what we call a scene, but not a play scene, meaning that although there are sexual overtones it wouldn’t involve any actual sex. She’d be lightly dressed, but not naked. You and I would be seated at the table, and she would serve us, and kneel at my feet, which is also where she’ll eat. She won’t be allowed to speak to either of us during the meal, and there are a whole set of gestures and symbols that we’d use to tell her when and what to serve.’



‘To be perfectly honest with you,’ Karen continued, ‘one of the reasons I’d like to do this at your home is because I think it’s going to make Yvonne a little uncomfortable being in submission to me in a place where the only role she’s ever known is that of your wife. I think she sees things a bit more clearly when she’s pushed outside of her comfort zone, and I definitely want her thinking with a clear head about whether or not she’s ready to accept my collar.’



In the end Bruce agreed to host the Master’s Banquet, and said that he would need to think long and hard about the rest of it. Karen said that she would coordinate with Yvonne the next time they saw one another, and pick an appropriate Sunday that was convenient for everyone involved.



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