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[In PARTS 1 through 4 of our story (contained in files AFAN-05,
AFAN-06, AFAN-07 and AFAN-08), Tony seduced his beautiful, hot-bodied
(40EE-24-35) divorcee sister-in-law, Claire, whom he had long desired.
During the course of that seduction, he discovered that she really
got off on dirty language and a strong approach, and used this
knowledge to his advantage to gradually develop her tendencies towards
submissiveness and bring her under his total dominance,  despite the
fact that she was engaged to be married in the near future.  At Tony's
insistence, Claire engaged in several sexual adventures of gradually
increasing boldness, including exhibitionism, public masturbation
and intercourse, the masturbation of a elderly gentleman at a porno
movie, and a full fledged threesome with another man they picked up
in a nightclub.  Although he held her under the constant threat of
punishment if she questioned him or disobeyed his will, he had only
actually subjected her to two punishment sessions, the second more
severe than the first, but still rather mild by some standards.  During
her wedding reception, Tony had lured Claire into a private room and
screwed her up the ass.  After she returned from her honeymoon, he
had forced her to arrange a threesome with her secretary, secretly
videotaping the action.  When She tried to break off their affair,
he threatened to send copies of the tape to her superiors at the
company where she worked, thereby blackmailing her to continue their
relationship.  At a later date, he had her perform as the entertainment
at a bachelor party, stripping naked and masturbating for the 18 men
in attendance, and then going on to service them sexually in various
ways.  Through no fault of her own, however, she had not met all of
the requirements he had set for her that evening in that one of the
guests had not had sex with her.  Therefore, Tony had informed her
that she would have to submit to another punishment session at a later
date.  As PART 4 ended, he had told her to meet him at his home the
next Friday night right after work, and to arrange to spend the entire
night with him.]


                             PART 5


     On Friday night at about six-thirty, Claire arrived at Tony's
house.  They greeted each other with a kiss, and he led her into the
dining room.  Supper was already on the table.  It was shrimp scampi
with linguini, augmented by candlelight and a good bottle of wine.

     "This is wonderful," she said sincerely.  Did you make it all
by yourself?"

     "I sure did.  I've been working at learning how to cook for the
past six months or so.  Living alone as I do, I had to.  I just got
tired of eating out or having tasteless microwave dinners every night.
Come on, let's eat before it gets cold."

     As they consumed their dinner, which tasted surprisingly good,
by the way, Claire reflected on how thoughtful and considerate Tony
could be when he really wanted to.  She guessed that was part of the
reason she loved him so much.

     When they had finished eating, Tony spoke.  "I guess we should
start getting ready now.  First of all, I want you to strip naked
and take a shower.  Then put on the  black garter belt, stockings
and high heels I've laid out for you in the bedroom.  There's a black
combination waist cincher and bustier in there too.  Put that on as
well.  I intentionally got it in a size that's probably a little too
small for you, so I might have to help you cinch it up.  You'll notice
that the bustier part has no bra cups, only two underwired shelves
to hold your breasts up high and separated.  You'd better go get
started now."

     Claire showered, dried herself off, and went into the bedroom
to start getting dressed.  While she was getting herself into the
combination waist cincher and bustier, Tony walked in.  She was glad
he did.  He had been right, the garment was a bit too small for her
to properly fasten by herself, so he assisted her, pulling it good
and tight.

     It was not an easy job, and he really had to pull hard on the
laces to get it hooked properly.  When they were finished, however,
it was clear it had been worth it.  She truly looked great.  The waist
cincher/bustier made her stand up straight and tall and really thrust
her breasts up and out so that they look even larger than their
normally impressive size.

     "Good," Tony said.  "Now go brush your hair out.  I want you
to wear it down and long tonight.  Also, put on a lot of makeup,
especially dark eye shadow and liner, and bright red lipstick.  Put
rouge on your cheeks, and put some on your nipples and the edges of
your cunt lips too.  I want you to look like a real whore tonight.

     Claire went back into the bathroom to comply with his directive.
When she returned, she looked slutty and hot.  Tony smiled and said,
"That's just the effect I was looking for!  Perfect.  You look like
a high class hooker, but not too high class.  More like one who really
enjoys her work and would do it for nothing if she had to, just because
she loves cock so much.  I like that.

     "Now put on your trench coat.  Leave the liner out so that it
clings to your body more.  Then we'll go down to the car, we're going
for a little trip."

     Claire felt somewhat disappointed.  She had assumed they would
be spending this night alone together, secluded in Tony's house, just
the two of them.  She said nothing, however, not wanting him to think
she was questioning his wishes.  She knew something like that would
probably get him upset with her, and she didn't want that.  She
wondered where they could possibly be going, dressed the way she was,
but again, she didn't ask.  She knew that if and when Tony wanted
her to know, he would tell her.

     Tony and Claire got in his car, and start driving south on the
Parkway.  Shortly thereafter, he spoke.  "Reach behind the front seat.
There's a bag there.  Bring it up front here, open it and look inside."

     She turned and reached behind her seat and found the small
overnight bag he had referred to.  She turned back towards the front,
placed it on her lap and opened it.

     "As you can see," he went on, "there's a bottle of vodka, a bottle
of mouthwash, a couple of small packages and a wide mouthed half-liter
wine carafe.  We don't need those now, so put them back in the bag
again.  We'll get to those later.  The next item is a double shafted,
vibrating, cock-shaped dildo.  Given the fact that the shafts are
parallel to each other and about an inch or two apart, connected at
the base, and both face on the same direction, can you guess what
they're for?  How would one use something shaped like that?  Come
on, take a wild guess."

     She looked over the odd shaped device for a bit before she
replied.  "I'm not sure, but I guess someone could put one of the
shafts in their pussy, and the other one up their behind at the same
time."

     "That's right.  You'd use it to fuck yourself in the twat and
asshole simultaneously.  The third item is a jar of lubricant.  I'm
sure you know what that's for.

     "Now let's put those items to work.  First return the overnight
bag to the back seat, and then recline your seat about half way,
unbutton your trench coat and pull it wide open.  Of course, I realize
that someone driving past us in a truck or van might be able to see
you, but you wouldn't mind that, do you?."

     Claire looked over at Tony and hesitated, but said nothing.

     "Just do as I told you," he prodded.

     She then did exatly as she was ordered.  When she was in position
with her coat appropriately arranged, he spoke again.  "Good.  Now
lube up both shafts of that dildo, and start working it into your
holes."

     Claire felt somewhat nervous on several counts.  Exposing herself
like Tony had ordered was the first, but she had done similar things
for him before.  She felt more anxious about putting the device she
held in her hands inside her body.  It was rather ominous looking.

     "The shafts on this are both kind of fat.  I'm not sure I'll
be able to get them in me," she said to him.

     "Yes, they are kind of wide, but I'm sure you can make them fit
if you put your mind to it.  Raise your legs up and prop up your heels
wide apart on the dashboard in front of you.  Then start pushing that
thing in a bit at a time.  It'll go in, you just have to work at it
a bit."

     She resigned herself to the fact that she wasn't going to get
a reprieve, and followed his instructions.  In her splayed position,
the double-shafted dildo began to enter her cunt and asshole, but
it was certainly a tight fit.

     "That's right," he encouraged, "keep working them in...  Rub
your clit a little to help loosen you up.  There you go, they're almost
in you all the way now, just a little more, and... good, they're in!"

     He paused a bit to allow her to get used to being double
penetrated by the artificial cocks.  "Now start pumping it in and
out of yourself."

     Tony glanced over at her to ensure she had started the device
moving.  "Good, but don't let yourself come.  The object of this
exercise is to get and keep you good and hot, almost on the verge
of coming, but never quite getting there, at least for now.  If you
feel yourself getting too close to coming, just stop moving the dildos
and rubbing you clit for a while until you have it under control,
and then start all over again.  That's right.  Keep it up, now.

     "You look really hot, lying there pumping that thing in and out
of yourself.  If a passing truck driver looks down and sees you, I'll
bet he'll have trouble keeping his rig on the road.  Just keep that
up until we get to Fort Monmouth."

     Claire turned her head towards Tony with a questioning look on
her face.  "Fort Monmouth?"

     "What?  Yes, that's where we're headed.  Actually, we're going
to a little motel just off post that has a combination nightclub and
bar.  I'll tell you more about why when we get there."

     For a time, they drove in silence, the only sounds being Claire's
labored breathing and those which were made by her two holes as the
double pronged dildo slid in and out of them.  When they approached
their exit, he allowed her to close her coat as they went through
the toll booth, and then had her open it again and continue fucking
herself with the dildo as they drove the rest of the way.  When they
arrived at their destination, he pulled into the motel's lot and parked
the car.

     "Close your coat and wait here for me," he told her.  "I'm going
to the office to get our room key."

     Tony left to register for a room.  When he returned about fifteen
minutes later, he proceeded to give her additional instructions, and
explained something about the activities he had planned for the night.

     "Now take that thing out of you and wipe off the excess lubricant
from your twat and asshole...  Good.  Button your coat, but leave
2 or 3 buttons open at the bottom and a couple open a the top.  We're
going into the bar/nightclub now and I want plenty of leg and cleavage
showing when we do.

     "When we walk in, we're going to walk up and down the full length
of the place one time, as if we're looking for someplace to sit.
Walk kind of sexy, swinging your hips a bit and letting the coat fly
open at the bottom to show some leg.  Then you'll take a seat near
the end of the bar.  I'll stand to your left.  Sit facing me, so your
left side is facing away from the bar, and let the hem of the coat
fall open to expose a good deal of your stockinged legs.  Since your
coat opens to the left, that will allow any observant patrons who
happen to be at the correct angle to get a peek inside.

     "Then we'll order drinks, sit and talk for a while.  While we
do, be very expressive with your hands.  Also, smile and laugh a lot.
I want you to do that so you'll subtly draw attention to yourself
so the men in the place will notice you, although I don't think that'll
be a problem.

     "This place is a hangout for young soldiers.  They range mostly
from 19 to 24, mostly male and all races.  Although there'll be some
females in there as well, they'll be outnumbered by about three or
four to one.  It's payday, so the males will be out to spend their
money and have a good time.  To most young soldiers, that means booze
and women, women and booze, plenty of both and in no particular order.
Now let's go."

     Tony and Claire entered the nightclub, and after performing their
little parade as he had explained, they took seats at the bar.  Then
they ordered drinks, and proceeded to make small talk for about half
an hour.  The place was pretty crowded, and her appearance caused
quite a stir among the young soldiers present.  Many of them kept
walking past where Claire was sitting on one pretense or another to
get a better look at her.

     Finally, Tony interrupted their light, aimless conversation.
"Wait here for me.  I'll be right back.  I'm going to have a little
meeting with that young bartender over there to make the arrangements
for the rest of your night."

     "What are you talking about?" Claire asked.

     "What am I talking about?  O.K., I'll tell you.  That bartender
is a real go getter.  He'll do just about anything for a buck.  I'm
going to make an arrangement with him whereby he'll market your sexual
services to the soldiers in the bar here for a cut of the proceeds."

     "Tony," Claire interrupted meekly, "I don't think I understand
what you mean.  You can't mean what I think you do."

     "Oh, I think I do," he said with a smile playing at his mouth.
"To put it rather bluntly, you're going to work as a whore tonight."

     Claire's eyes appeared to double their size in astonishment.
Although Tony thought that she did not protest his plan because of
his power over her, the simple truth is, she was literally stunned
speechless.

     Tony continued with his explanation.  "As I was saying, I'll
let the bartender have $5 a head, so to speak, for every customer
he sends us.  He knows most of these guys by sight, and can screen
out any undesirables or cops.  Meanwhile, you'll be in the room
upstairs and I'll be right outside collecting the money and making
sure everything is O.K. inside.

     "We're going to charge bargain rates so that we can do more
volume.  The object of this little exercise tonight is for you to
get as much dick as possible.  Of course, if we make a little money
while we're doing that it wouldn't be a bad thing.  Therefore, I've
come up with a plan which will enable us to do a lot of volume in
a relatively short period of time.

     "We'll run them through in groups of five guys who will all have
sex with you in one form or another at the same time.  This is the
way it'll go down.  One will lie on his back.  You'll lie on your
back on top of him and he'll fuck you up the ass.  While this is going
on, the second guy will kneel between your legs facing you and fuck
your twat.  The third guy will kneel above your head and stick his
dick in your mouth so you can suck him off.  Since we don't know any
of these guys, we'll require these three to wear rubbers.  That's
what's in one of those packages you saw in the overnight bag.  The
fourth and fifth guys will kneel on either side of you and feel up
your titties while you jerk them off, one in each hand.  When those
two are ready to come, they can shoot all over your tits.

     "We'll charge $25 each to the three guys who get to stick their
cocks in your various holes, and $15 each to those who are getting
hand jobs.  That comes to $80 per group net for us, even after we
give the bartender his cut."

     "Five men at a time? she said unbelievingly.  "And how many of
these groups of five men do I have to... to... do that with tonight?"

     "How many guys am I going to make you do tonight?  Well, I figure
we can run three groups like this through per hour, 15 minutes per
group, plus 5 minutes cleanup and rest time for you between groups.
It's 8:45 p.m. now.  By the time the first group gets started it'll
be about 9:30.  The bar is open until 2:00 a.m., so I figure we'll
run until at least 3:30 a.m., maybe later if you do a good job.  I
hope you didn't have a tough day at the office today, because it's
going to be a long night.

     "Remember, I want you to get as much strange dick as possible
tonight.  The more you get, the happier you'll be making me.  Exactly
how much you get depends largely on how well you do your work. If
you work hard at satisfying the customers and making them happy, the
word will get out and they'll keep coming, so to speak.  A big
contributor to that will be your attitude.  If you act like you're
enthusiastic about your work and really enjoying it, the customers
will be more likely to enjoy it more too, so keep that in mind.  Also,
I'll be asking them how good you were as they leave the room after
they do you, and if too many of them complain I'll just add on to
the punishment you already have coming.  Do you understand?"

     Claire was still silent.  She simply looked down at the bar and
nodded her head very slowly.

     "Now wait here for me and I'll be right back," he said as he
walked away towards the bartender.

     Tony successfully made his arrangements with the bartender and
returned shortly.

     "It's all set.  Let's go," he ordered.

     They stopped at the car first and picked up the overnight bag
from the back seat, and Tony's video camcorder from the trunk, along
with several blank video tapes.  Then they went to the room.

     As soon as they walked in the door, Tony spoke.  "Well, here
we are.  You strip the bedspread, blanket and top sheet off the bed.
We won't be needing them and they'll just get in the way.  Then take
off your raincoat and get in bed while I set up the video camera.

     As Claire busied herself with her assigned tasks, Tony set up
the video camera in the room's closet, pointing out through the
louvered door at the bed.

     As soon as they were finished, he said, "Now let's have a drink
to calm your nerves.  The first group should arrive in about 10
minutes."

     As they had their drinks, Tony explained the rest of his plan
to her.  "As you can tell from the video camera I've set up, I'm going
to tape everything that goes on in here tonight for posterity.  Also,
if you've been wondering what the wide mouthed wine decanter is for,
I'll tell you now.  When each group is finished and leaves, I want
you to deposit all their come in it.  Have the guys who are using
the rubbers drop then in the waste basket here next to the bed.  Then,
during your breaks between groups, you can retrieve them and just
squeeze the come out into the decanter."

     He opened one of the packages that had been on the overnight
bag.  "Use these tongue depressors to scrape up the come off your
body from the guys you gave hand jobs to and deposit that in the
decanter as well.  I want you to collect as much of their come as
possible.

     "This other package contains prophylactics.  I'll hand them out
to the customers before they come into the room and make sure they
agree to use them.

     "I'll look in and check on you between each group to make sure
everything is O.K., and remember, while they're in here I'll be right
outside the door, so don't worry.  If you need me just yell, and I'll
be right in.  We'll leave the front window open a little to be sure
I can hear you if you do.  There shouldn't be any problems about who
gets what hole or anything either, because I'll straighten all that
out before they come in here."

     Just then, there was a knock at the door.

     "Well, Tony said, "that must be your first group of horny
customers.  Oh, one other thing, make sure you keep the groups on
schedule.  Remember, no more than 15 minutes per group.  Now I'll
go outside, collect their money and make sure they understand the
rules before I let them in.  Good luck."

     Tony give Claire a kiss, started the camcorder, and went outside
to meet the first five men.  After they had paid him and were
familiarized with the required terms and conditions, he sent them
in, closing the door behind them and waiting outside for them to
finish.  About 17 minutes later, the group came out straightening
their clothes and smiling, and Tony went back in.

     "How did it go, O.K.?" he asked.

     Claire looked a little shaken by her experience, but nodded
affirmatively.

     "Good.  Just try a little harder to keep them on schedule.  That
group went a couple of minutes over their allotted time, and don't
forget to collect all their come."

     He immediately went back outside, where the second group was
already waiting.  After giving Claire her allotted five minute break
to clean up and deposit the come of the first group in the decanter,
he send the second group in to the room.  These men came out right
on time, also smiling broadly.

     The groups of sex seeking men kept coming (no pun intended) for
the rest of the night, one after another.  True to his word, Tony
looked in and checked on Claire after each group left.  The bartender
obviously had done a good job of screening their customers, because
despite the volume of men passing through the room, no significant
problems occurred.

When the last group finally finished, it was 4:30 a.m.  Then the
bartender came up and Tony give him his commission.  Tony offered
him a free shot at Claire as a tip for doing such a good job.  The
bartender declined the offer, thanking Tony for making it, but
explaining that he'd had a long day and was just too tired.  As soon
as he left, Tony went into the room.

     "Hi, Claire.  Is everything O.K.?"

     "I guess it is, except for the fact that all my openings are
extremely sore and tender, and I feel exhausted."

     "Well, I figured you'd be sore, and I don't blame you for being
tired either.  You look beat.

     "Do you know how many guys did you tonight?  You serviced exactly
100 guys.  Even after we deduct the bartender's commission, the cost
of the room and our other expenses, that means you made over $1,400
for me tonight.  I have to say it, you did a really nice job.  Almost
everyone was commenting about how great you were as they left.  A
few guys even came back for seconds.  How much of their come did you
collect?"

     Claire held up the decanter.  It appeared to contain approximately
16 ounces of milky come.

     "That's great, Tony said with a smile.  "It's just about what
I figured you should get if you were careful and conscientious about
collecting it.  Let me have it so I can cover it up.

     "Tony took the bottle, covered it, and placed it in a plastic
bag of dry ice the bartender had given him.

     "You know, I was just thinking.  You did 100 guys tonight.
Figuring an average cock length of somewhere between 5 and 6 inches,
you had over 40 feet of cock tonight.  That's pretty impressive
numbers, don't you think?"

     Even Claire managed a laugh at that one.

     "Did any of the groups give you any problems?"

     "Not really," Claire replied.  "They were all surprisingly well
behaved."

     "That's good.  How was that group of old guys that came in?
I know they went a little over schedule.  I guess it took them longer
to come than the younger guys, but when they came out I think their
smiles were broader than anyone else's."

     "It did, but they were very nice about it.  They even took the
trouble to make sure I came before they left," she explained.

     "That's good.  How about that all Black group?  Did you know
that they were all from the army of one of those new African republics.
They were in this country to get some kind of specialized military
training from our army at Fort Monmouth."

     "They were about the same as all the others." Claire said.  "But
now I know why I had a little trouble understanding them.  They seemed
like nice enough guys."

     "Yea, they did.  I could hear them get a little loud while I
was standing outside, but it sounded like good old enthusiasm from
outside the door so I didn't come in.  I have to ask you though, did
they live up to the reputation that Black men have regarding cock
size?  They say it's just a rumor, but I have to tell you, you can't
prove it by what I've seen."

     Claire thought about his question a minute, and then simply said,
"They were O.K., I guess."

     Something in Claire's voice when she said that made Tony look
at her carefully.  At first, he thought he noticed a hint of a smile
playing at the corners of her mouth, but before he was certain of
what he thought he had seen, it was gone.

     "Are you sure?" he asked, and then retracted his question quickly.
"Never mind.  If I remember correctly, I had to reload the camcorder
right after they left.  They came in towards the end of the night,
so that means they should be the last group on the third tape.  Let
me just load up that particular tape and we'll watch it together."

     Tony hooked up the camcorder to the T.V., found the right spot
on the tape, and pushed the play button.  Then he immediately hopped
on to the bed next to Claire to watch it.

     The tape had started playing at the point where the five men
were already undressed.  The television showed their muscular backs
and tight butts grouped in a tight circle around a kneeling form,
apparently belonging to Claire.  From their reactions, she was
apparently switching from one to another, sucking their cocks to get
them hard and ready.  They could be heard speaking to each other,
presumably in their native tongue.  Although Tony couldn't understand
them, the mere tones of their voices and the lusty laughs which were
liberally interspersed with their words made it pretty obvious they
were talking about Claire and what she was doing to them.

     Since looking at men's asses was not Tony's thing, he advanced
the tape to find something that better suited his interests.  Now
the screen displayed a picture of them gathered under, on and around
Claire in the position Tony had prescribed earlier for the night's
group sex sessions.  One man lay face up on the bed, with Claire
positioned supine on top of him, his dick up her ass.  Another knelt
between her legs and was banging away at her pussy.  She had a dick
in her mouth, and stroked another one in each hand.  All that dark
skin encircling her made Claire's form seem even more fair than usual.


     "Why you sneaky little bitch," Tony said as he laughed.

     "Whatever do you mean?" Claire asked, feigning innocence.

     Still laughing, Tony continued.  "When I asked you about the
size of these guys cocks, you said they were 'O.K.'"

     "Well," Claire commented, now laughing herself as well, "they
were."

     "If that's just 'O.K.,' I'd hate to see what your impression
of 'big' is," Tony said.  "That guy fucking your cunt has about a
12 inch cock!  The one in your mouth must be 10 inches long, the one
in your ass must be 9 inches, and the one's you're jerking off must
be at least 8½ inches each.  That's 4 feet of cock at one time.  Not
bad by my standards.  This looks more like a group pole vault than
a fuck-fest!"

     As he watched the spectacle closely, Tony began to stroke his
hand over her back and ass as she lay on her stomach facing the
television.  "Looking at that scene is making me horny," he said.

     He rose from the bed, stripped off all his clothes, lay down
net to her again and resumed stroking her body.  Claire could feel
the hot shape of his stiff prick pressing against the outside of her
upper thigh.

     "Tony, I'm really sore and tired.  Can't this wait at least until
morning after I get some sleep?" she entreated.

     "No, it can't," he replied.  "Watching you get stuffed by all
that dark meat has made me hot as hell, and I need to slip my dick
into you right now.  Just stay on your stomach facing the screen so
we can both can watch it while I fuck you.  I know you're tired, but
you can just lie there and relax while I get off."

     Tony greased up his pole and took up a kneeling position over
Claire's buttocks.  Then he spread her legs apart, and after rubbing
the head of his dick up and down in her crack a few times, implanted
it firmly inside her well-used cunt.

     "Your twat hole is sure stretched," he commented, "but I'm sure
it'll recover it's shape in a week or so.  Besides, it still feels
good.  Just constrict your vaginal muscles a bit so I can feel a little
more friction on my cock.  Mmm, that's better."

     He started to hump her pussy.  "Damn!  Look at all that hot dark
meat you've got stuffed in you.  Mmm...  They really look like they're
having a good time, and you do too.  Those two guys you're jerking
off look like they're really into your tits.  They're really mauling
them, kneading them like they were loaves of bread and pulling on
the nipples.  I didn't think your nipples could stretch that far out.

     "You look like you're enjoying it though.  And just look at the
way those other 3 guys are slamming their meat into your mouth, pussy
and asshole.  It looks like they're all getting ready to dump their
loads, and so am I."

     Tony continued to bang away at Claire's cunt from behind.  She
was simply too sore and fatigued either to actively participate or
to really enjoy the act, so she just lay there passively and let him
do her.  He must have been as aroused as he had claimed, because in
less than two minutes, he sprayed his seminal juices deep into her
womb.

     After he was finished, he let her take a shower while he threw
on some clothes, packed everything up and brought it to the car.
He stored the decanter of come in a small cooler that he had in the
trunk.  When Claire was finished cleaning herself up, she emerged
from the bathroom.

     "You've earned yourself a good night's sleep," he told her, "so
get in bed now and rest.  I'll sleep on the couch so I don't bother
you during the night.

     "You really did a good job tonight.  You cooperated and gave
me what I wanted.  I have to say I'm very pleased and proud of you.
After I take you home, I'm going to give you a break for a couple
of weeks before we get together again so your holes can recuperate."

     Claire got into bed and Tony kissed her goodnight.  Due to her
exhausted state, she didn't wake up until mid-afternoon the next day,
at which time he took her home.

     About two weeks later, Tony called Claire at her home.  "Hi,
Claire.  How are you feeling?"

     "Not bad, I guess.  Well, actually I'm still feeling a little
bit sore.  I can't talk much right now, Bill is here."

     "That's O.K., I'll do all the talking.  I've decided to give
you another week to finish getting well, but on Friday night, three
weeks from now, I want you to come over to my place.  Wear a skirt
and blouse, makeup, black thigh top stockings and high heels.  Throw
a trench coat on top, but don't put on anything else.  Be here by
eight."

     "Alright," Claire responded.  "I'll be there.  Can you tell me
what we'll be doing?"

     "All I can say is, we won't be going out.  It'll just be the
two of us.  I'll see you then.  Bye."

     Claire felt warm and happy inside.  She was delighted that she
was finally going to spend some time alone with Tony without any other
people getting involved.  She couldn't wait.


     The three intervening weeks went by slowly for Claire, but at
last, the appointed Friday arrived and found her standing on Tony's
porch, ringing his doorbell exactly at eight o'clock per the
instructions he had given her.  Tony opened the door and greeted her
with a long, warm kiss.

     "I missed you," she said. her voice filled with emotion.

     "I missed you too," Tony replied, "but we should get started
right away.  We have a lot to get accomplished tonight.  Follow me."

     Claire was a little confused as to what he meant, but she was
getting used to that, so she simply followed along behind him as he
led her through the house and down into the basement.  When they were
down at the foot on the basement stairs, he turned to her and spoke
again.

     "Remember the bachelor party about a month and a half ago, when
you failed to meet the requirement that you had to get everybody there
to come at least once?"

     "Yes," Claire responded apprehensively.

     "And do you remember I promised you would be punished at some
time in the  future for that offense?  Well, the future begins now.
Tonight you will receive your punishment.  Are you ready?"

     "Do we really have to do this, Tony?" Claire asked.  "I've tried
so hard to be good since then."

     "Yes, you have," Tony responded, a note of compassion in his
voice, "but that still doesn't make up for the fact that you
disappointed me back then.  Are you going to willingly submit to your
punishment?"

     Claire hesitated momentarily.  She had submitted to two of Tony's
punishment sessions before, and in retrospect, they really hadn't
been that bad.  "Yes, I will," she responded.

     "That's a good girl." Tony said.  "Now take off your trench coat
and attach these leather wrist and ankle cuffs to yourself."

     He handed her the sinister looking devices, and waited as she
complied.  This was something new to her, and Tony had to show her
how to put them on.  When she was done, he handed her a strip of cloth.
"Good.  Now put on this blindfold, and I'll lead you to where we're
going to administer the punishment."

     Tony grasped Claire's arm and led her to the rear of the basement,
where he attached ropes to each of the four cuffs.  He ran the ropes
attached to the wrist cuffs through pulleys affixed to the rafters,
used them to pull her arms up over her head and secured the ropes.

     She was now suspended from her wrists with her feet barely
touching the concrete floor.  He ran the ankle cuff ropes through
pulleys secured to the floor on either side of her.  Then he used
these ropes to pull her legs wide apart laterally and tied off those
ropes as well.  Beads of perspiration began to form on Claire's upper
lip.  This was a totally new routine from their previous sessions,
and she was understandably nervous.  She had no idea what to expect
next.  Although she wanted desperately to ask, she didn't want to
take the chance of angering him, so she decided remained silent, at
least for the time being.

     "Now we'll just get rid of all these clothes," Tony said.
"They'll just get in the way anyhow."

     He proceeded to roughly tear off as much of her clothing as he
could.  Then he picked up a long, sharp knife and methodically cut
the rest of it from her body.  As he did, he worked slowly, taking
special care to make sure that she felt the dull back edge of the
blade's cold steel sliding along her skin.

     His technique was intended to increase her level of tension still
further, and it apparently had the desired effect, making her extremely
agitated.  She started to shiver and perspire more freely, and a light
sheen of sweat soon covered her entire body.

     He didn't say another word until she was completely naked except
for her black stockings and high heels.  "That's better.  Now we can
get to work.  Remember the wide leather garrison belt I said I would
keep here for you?  Well here it is."

     At first, he simply caressed the front and back of her body with
the belt, dragging it lightly over her skin.  "We're going to start
off with a dozen lashes on your back, ass and the back of your thighs.
First, 3 on your back. 1... 2... 3...  Then 3 on your ass.  1... 2...
3...  Then 3 on the backs of your thighs.  1...2...3...  And then
3 more on your ass again.  1... 2... 3...

     Tony delivered the lashes fairly forcefully, causing Claire to
writhe about and cry out in pain.  "We can't have you screaming like
that through this whole thing," he said.  "We don't want the neighbors
calling the cops.  After all, that was only the beginning.  There's
lots more to come.  We'll just have to gag you.  That should keep
you quiet."

     He picked up another strip of cloth, and tied a large knot at
its center.  Then he placed the knot in her mouth and tied the cloth
tightly at the back of her head.  "There, that should do it.  Can
you breathe alright?"

     Totally unable to speak now, Claire nodded affirmatively.

     "Good," Tony commented.  "Then we can proceed with the next phase.
Do you know what I have here?  Of course you don't.  It's a pair of
nipple clamps.  I'll just attach them to each of your nipples, like
this...  I'm glad it's cool down here.  It's making your nipples stand
up good and hard.  That makes it easier to attach these clamps.  Now
I'll tighten them up good and snug."

     He tightened the nipple clamps down quite hard, causing Claire
to moan pitifully through her gag and try to twist her body away from
the source of her pain, but her well secured wrists prevented her
from getting away from it.

     "There, that's that," he remarked, as if proud of his handiwork.
"Now I'll just take this fishing line I've attached to the clamps
and run it through these pulleys on the rafters."

     Tony accomplished what he had described, and then began to
increase the strain on the pieces of fishing line.  "Now I'll put
some tension on the lines to pull your tits upward and away from your
body as far as I can without pulling your nipples off, and tie off
the line."

     Claire's breasts were now stretched up and out with quite a bit
of tension, causing her raise up on her toes and arch her back to
try and relieve at least some of it.  When she did this, however,
Tony simply snugged up the lines again to reapply the tension, forcing
her to hold this position so as not to cause herself even further
discomfort.

     Then he reached into his pocket, and took out several spring-type
clothespins.  "O.K.  Now I'll just take these clothespins and attach
them to your pussy lips... like this... three on each side.

     Claire winced and whimpered.  Again she tried to somehow get
away from the pain, but it was still to no avail.  "How does that
feel?  I'll take that whining to mean that it hurts.  Well, it's
supposed to hurt.  That's what punishment is all about.  That, and
learning to obey and to accept discipline from your master.

     "I have one more clothespin left.  What do you think should I
do with it?  Hmm, I know.  I'll attach it to your clitty.  Wait a
minute.  All this pain has caused your clitoris to withdraw way back
under its hood for protection, and I can't get a good enough grip
on it to attach the clothespin.  That just won't do.  I guess I'll
just have to massage it for a while to get it to stand up again."

     Tony began to rub her pussy mound and clit until the sensitive
organ began to become erect and emerge from under its protective hood.
"Good," he said.  "Here it comes.  Just a little more should do it.
There, it's good and hard and standing up nicely.  I always liked
this big clitty of yours."

     He went down on one knee in front of her, took her clit between
his lips, and sucked on it for a couple of minutes like it was a little
cock.  When it appeared to be fully engorged, he pulled his head away
and stood up again.

     "Now I can get a good grip on that little mini-prick and attach
this clothespin... like this...  Boy!  That sure made you jump!

     "Let's see, what's next?  Ah, yes, your asshole is still empty.
Well, let's take care of that right now.  I'll just lube up this butt
plug, and stick it in your puckered little hole back here."

     The butt plug Tony held was enormous by any reasonable standards,
and he had difficulty inserting it.  "It seems like we're having a
bit of a problem getting this thing to go all the way in.  I know
it's big.  It's quite a bit bigger than any butt plug we've ever put
up your ass before, but you have to try to relax your ass muscles
because one way or another, we're going to get it in you.  Now relax
those rectal muscles and open yourself up."

     Despite his additional efforts, Tony only succeed in getting
the extra large butt plug in her ass about half way, and as he
increased the pressure to try and get more of it in her, she tried
to squirm away from it.

     "It looks like I'm going to have to convince you to cooperate
with me on this thing.  Well I can handle that," he said decisively.

     Tony proceeded to attach 1 ounce lead fishing weights to both
of the nipple clamps and to each of the clothespins attached to
Claire's pussy lips and clit, stretching them downward, causing her
to writhe in painful reaction to the increased pressure on those
sensitive organs.

     "There, now let's give this butt plug another shove and see if
you'll let it in further now."  He reached behind her and pushed on
the butt plug.  It went in only a little further than before.  Tony
was still not satisfied.

     "Well, I guess you need a little more incentive.  Those nipple
clamps seem like they could use a little tightening."  He tightened
up the nipple clamps more, causing her to moan and writhes from the
pain.

     "And the lines attached to your nipples could be a bit tighter
too."  He proceeded to snug up the fishing lines, stretching her
nipples out even further from her heavy breasts.

     "Now let's see whether we can get this butt plug to go in more."
Tony gave the butt plug another push, but again succeeded in getting
it to enter her asshole only little more.

     "Not willing to cooperate yet?  Maybe a little more weight on
those clothespins will help."  He attached another ounce of weight
to each clothespin, and then tried pushing the butt plug in again.
This time it went in about 3/4 of the way.

     "Well, we're making progress," Tony said, "but it seems like
you're still resisting me.  I guess I'll just have to pull out all
the stops and give you the whipping you deserve.  If you thought the
first dozen I gave you hurt, wait until you feel these."

     Tony took the belt and begin lashing her body with it very hard.
Starting on her back, at the top of her shoulders, he worked his way
down her body, lashing as he went, down her back, over her ass and
the back of her legs to her ankles.  Moving to the front, he started
at her ankles and worked his way up her legs, hit her pubic mound
a few times as he passed it, over her belly, onto her sensitive
breasts.

     As Claire jumped and tried to twist away from the blows, the
tethered nipple clamps tugged hard at her nipples and the weights
hanging from her pussy bounced around, tugging hard on her pubic area
and causing her additional pain and suffering.  Tony administered
about 40 lashes in all, finishing with several carefully aimed blows
directly between her splayed legs.  When he was finished, her body
was covered with wide, raised, red welts and she was sobbing
uncontrollably.

     "Now, are you going to cooperate?," he asked.

     Claire shook her head up and down very quickly.

     "Let's see," he said, and gave the butt plug a good shove.  It
stretched her asshole extremely wide and popped in all the way.

     "That's better.  You could have saved yourself a lot of pain
and suffering if you would have cooperated with me sooner.  I guess
that's another lesson for you.  One way or another, I always get my
way.  We can do it the easy way, or we can do it the hard way.  It's
up to you.

     "Well, the hardest part of your punishment is over.  I'm just
going to go upstairs for a while and leave you hanging here to
contemplate your servitude and the lessons you've learned here
tonight."

     Tony left Claire suspended from the rafters and went upstairs.
She could hear his footsteps as they faded into the distance.  He
was gone for about an hour before she heard them start to return once
again.  The footsteps appeared to stop right in front of her.  Then
she heard his voice.

     "Hello, Claire.  Have you thought about the lessons you learned
tonight?"

     Still gagged, she emphatically nodded her head "yes."

     "Good.  Are you thirsty?  Do you want something to drink?"

     Again Claire nodded "yes."

     "O.K.  I made you a nice milk shake.  I'll give it to you, but
you must agree to drink it all, every drop.  Do you agree?"

     She nodded "yes" yet a third time.

     "Good, but first let's make you a little more comfortable."

     Tony removed the nipple clamps, clothespins, butt plug, blindfold
and gag in that order, but he left her suspended from the rafters
by the ropes on her wrist cuffs, and attached to the floor by her
those tied to her ankle cuffs.  Claire sighed with relief and thanked
him profusely.

     "You're very welcome," he replied.  "Now here's your milk shake."

     With that, he held out a frothy, creamy looking, pale pink drink
in a large shaker glass towards her.  It appeared to be almost a quart,
and had a long straw in it.

     "How foolish of me," he said.  "Your hands are still tied.  I
guess I'll have to help you."

     With that, Tony put the end of the straw in her mouth.  Claire
started sucking hard on it immediately, gulping down the creamy
mixture.  She was indeed more thirsty than she had realized.  He smiled
as he watched her drink it.

     "Do you like the taste?" he asked.

     Claire nodded affirmatively and kept on drinking.

     "I made it especially for you.  It's my own recipe.  Would you
like to know what's in it?"

     Apparently sensing something was up, Claire stopped drinking,
looked directly into his eyes, and nodded "yes" again, the straw lying
momentarily idle in her mouth.

     "Well, it has a couple of scoops of ice cream, two teaspoons
of vanilla extract, some grenadine, and... ALL THAT CREAMY COME FROM
THOSE 100 GUYS WHO DID YOU DOWN AT FORT MONMOUTH!!!"

     His startling message took a two or three full seconds to sink
in.  When it did, Claire reacted as if she had been struck.  She spit
out the straw and tried frantically to pull away from the glass.
Obviously, her ability to do this was severely impeded by her bonds.

     "What's the matter?" he asked facetiously, with a maniacal smile
on his face.  "Don't you like my recipe anymore?  I thought you said
you were enjoying it.  The freezing should have killed any germs that
may have been in it.  Besides, I told you right at the beginning that
it was a 'milk' shake.  I guess I failed to mention it was made with
'man-milk.'  That was just a slight oversight on my part.  You did
agree, however, to drink it all, so come on, let me see you finish
it.  We can't let all this protein go to waste with all the starving
people there are in the world."

     Tony tried to put the straw back into Claire's mouth, but she
twists her head away violently.

     "Do I have to get the belt again?" he asked in that strange,
super calm voice he tended to use when he was extremely serious about
something.  "I really don't want to beat you any more tonight, but
if you force me to, I will.  You can either drink it now, or drink
it after another beating, or after several more beatings, if that's
what it takes.  It's your choice."

     Claire looked long and deeply into Tony's eyes.  She knew him
well enough to sense that his threat was deadly grave. Therefore,
she reluctantly took the straw back into her mouth and started sucking
on it again.  Her drinking was now at a much slower pace than before,
and she gagged repeatedly when she tried to swallow.

     "Come on, woman," he said, still using that voice, "finish it
all.  Don't spit any of it out, and if you're even remotely thinking
about throwing up, you'd better reconsider.  If you puke, I'll scoop
up your vomit and feed it to you with a spoon.  Drink it all down
and keep it down."

     Her efforts accompanied by much suppressed retching, Claire forced
herself to finish the creamy come milk shake, gagging all the way
but slurping up and swallowing every last drop of the now detestable
liquid.

     When she had finished, Tony spoke.  "Good girl.  Your punishment
is completely over.  Now I'll give you a reward for taking it so well."

     With that, he moved behind her.  He took his handkerchief and
fastidiously wiped all the lubricant from the outside of her asshole
with his handkerchief.  Wrapping it around his forefinger, he next
wiped the inside of her butt hole free from it as well.  Then, without
giving her a word of warning, Tony took his long, stiff cock out of
his pants and shoved its entire length up her ass in a single stroke
so powerful that it literally lifted her feet several inches off the
floor.

     Claire let out a shriek and jumped from the sudden, painful
invasion of her dry puckered orifice.  She tried to squirm away from
him, but he grabbed her firmly by the hips and held her body tight
against him, keeping his throbbing prick buried deep in her ass.
Then he started stroking it in and out in elongated, forceful strokes,
slamming into her asshole again and again, over and over, as she
continued to wail.  Tony held back his climax as long as he could,
until at last, he came powerfully.  The moment his prick stopped
spurting come, he yanked the still hard organ out of her ass.

     "There," he said, panting hard, "wasn't that nice?  Aren't you
going to thank me for giving you that reward?  I think you should.
It's only good manners."

     Through the sobs that racked her body, Claire submissively thanked
Tony for dry fucking her up the ass.  Then he let her down and untied
her bonds.  Tossing her coat to her, he coldly ordered her to leave,
turned his back on her and walked away.  She covered her bruised,
naked body with the trench coat, and walked out the door, still crying
pitifully.

     As she drove home, many thoughts ran through her mind.  At first
all she felt was pain, both physical and psychological.  In a short
while, these sensations were joined by a sense of outrage directed
at Tony for what he had done to her.  By the time she arrived at her
door, however, the thought had started to creep into her mind that
if she hadn't disappointed Tony in the first place, he wouldn't have
had to punish her.  She felt certain that there was something wrong
with this line of thinking, but she couldn't quite determine what
it was.  All she was certain of, was that she was hurt and confused.

     When Claire entered her condo, her husband, Bill, was preoccupied
watching a game on television.  She greeted him with a kiss on the
cheek and went directly to the bathroom. There she showered, changed
into a long nightgown to cover her many bruises, and then went straight
to bed.

     Meanwhile, Tony was sitting in his own living room.  He too had
the television turned on, but was not really watching it.  He felt
ill at ease.  Something was bothering him, but he wasn't sure what
it was.  After the evening's events, he thought he should feel content
and powerful, but he did not.  Although he had enjoyed himself
immensely while they were going on, that feeling was now gone.  He
too was confused, and depressed as well.

     He decided that a good, stiff drink would straighten him out,
so he had one, and then another.  They didn't help.

     Tony turned off the T.V. and went to sit out on the deck at the
rear of his home.  Sometimes just sitting there, looking up at the
stars helped to clarify his thoughts when he was wrestling with a
problem he couldn't solve.  As he sat there sipping another drink,
he reviewed what had occurred that evening in his mind, searching
for a clue as to what was bothering him.  He went over the events
in detail, one at a time, looking for something he had overlooked,
but to no avail.  Finally, he just decided to sit there and clear
his head.  Maybe it would come to him if he did that.

     Several hours passed with Tony just sitting there.  He was tired,
but had no desire to sleep.  Then, as the first, feeble streaks of
sunlight began to chase away the stars, it hit him.  It wasn't a detail
that was bothering him.  It was the whole damn thing!

     He was faced with the reality that this thing he had about
dominating Claire had taken on a life of his own.  When he had started
it, he had simply been searching for a way to ensure that their sexual
relationship and their emotional involvement would continue.  Now
it had become the be all and end all of their entire relationship.

     He really loved Claire in every sense of the word, and now he
was deriving pleasure from hurting her, both physically and
emotionally.  He knew he had to stop it, but how?  It was as if he
had become addicted to the practices that had crept into their
relationship, those very practices that had replaced the love in that
relationship with an uncontrollable urge to dominate and humiliate
her in every way.  There must be a way to stop it, he thought.  There
must be.  But how?

     All of a sudden the solution was clear to him.  Of course, why
hadn't he thought of it before?  Now that he had the answer, he felt
calm.

     He went into the house and gathered up the originals and all
the copies of the pornographic video tapes he had made of Claire:
the one at the motel with Dawn, the one at the bachelor party, and
the one showing her with all those soldiers at the motel near Fort
Monmouth.  Then he destroyed each and every one of them, smashing
their cases and cutting the tapes up into unusable bits.  He disposed
of the remnants of the video tapes in his neighbors' trash can, thereby
reducing the possibility that they would be found.

     Then Tony went back inside and found some writing paper.

     "My Dearest Claire," he wrote.  "Please forgive me for what I
have done, and what I am about to do.  I have allowed our mutual
devotion to become subjugated to my desire to dominate you.  By that
action, I have killed the feelings of love which existed between us
and replaced them with nothing but hurt and pain.  It must stop, and
it must stop now.

     "By the time you read this, it will all be irrevocably ended.
In time, your wounds will heal, and all will be as if our twisted
relationship never happened.  I give you your freedom, the freedom
to laugh, to be happy and to love.  The freedom to be yourself once
again.  If you can find it in your heart, please forgive me, and think
kindly of me from time to time.

     "You don't have to worry about the videos I made falling into
someone's hands.  They no longer exist.

     "They say that a person's last thoughts on this earth live on
long after his death.  I hope that is the case, because my last
thoughts will be of my love for you."

     He ended the letter, "With All My Love, Tony."  Then he sealed
it in an envelope, drove over to Claire's condominium, and dropped
it in her mailbox.  He felt good.

     When he returned home, he went up to the attic and retrieved
a small carton which he had brought home with him after his military
service.  He hadn't looked inside the box in years.  From it, he
withdrew a large caliber, miliary issue automatic pistol along with
some ammunition.

     As he loaded the pistol, the idea struck him that the ammunition
might not work after all those years in storage.  That would certainly
be anticlimactic, he thought, chuckling to himself as he worked.

     Then he placed the barrel of the pistol at his temple, closed
his eyes, and pulled the trigger.  He didn't open his eyes again.

     A couple of hours later, as Claire left her condo to go to work,
she noticed a letter sticking out of her mailbox.  "That's strange,"
she thought.  The mailman usually didn't arrive until after 10:00
a.m.  She removed the envelope, and thought it was stranger still
when she noticed it didn't have a stamp.  There was something else
strange about it, but she wasn't sure what it was.  Her curiosity
was mildly aroused, but since she was running late, she simply stuffed
it into her purse and continued on to her car.

     When she arrived at work, she sat at her desk having her first
cup of coffee and planning her day, as was her custom.  All of a
sudden, she realized what the third strange factor about the envelope
was:  It had been addressed in Tony's handwriting!

     She quickly pulled it from her purse and opened it.  As soon
as she finished reading it, she picked up the phone and dialed Tony's
number.  There was no answer.  Claire hung up the phone and ran out
of her office in a panic, not even bothering to tell her secretary
where she was going.  She got in her car and drove at breakneck speed
to Tony's house, even though her vision was partially obstructed by
the tears falling from her eyes.

     As she turned down Tony's block, she couldn't help but notice
the two police cars and the ambulance double parked in front.  "An
ambulance!" she thought.  Maybe it wasn't too late!

     Claire pulled her car over to the curb across the street and
began to get out.  Just as she did, she saw the white coated EMS
technicians emerge pushing a stretcher.  At first, she was puzzled
as to why they were moving so slowly.  "Shouldn't they be hurrying
more?" she wondered.

     As they made the turn to put the stretcher into the ambulance,
however, the reason for their lack of hustle became evident.  The
stretcher carried a packed, zipped up body bag.  Claire fell back
down onto the seat of her car and began to sob uncontrollably.  She
was too late!  It was all over!

     She remained sitting in the car and crying for a very long time,
after which she forced herself to drive home, and then cried some
more.  Claire was still crying when her husband came home.  When Bill
asked her what was wrong, she told him of Tony's death at his own
hand, leaving out any incriminating details of their affair, of course.

     Bill knew that they had been close, but just how close he had
no idea.  He held her in his arms and attempted to console her, but
his efforts were of no avail.  Claire just kept crying.  As a matter
of fact, she cried most of the time until well after Tony's funeral.

     She felt lost and without purpose.  She couldn't even find the
motivation to go to work, so she took a few days vacation.  She stopped
shaving her pussy.  There was no longer any sense in it now that Tony
was gone.  Bill was a bit disappointed when he noticed she was letting
her pubic hair grow back in after keeping it clean shaven for so long.
He had grown to like her bald pussy, but he said nothing about it
to Claire.  She noticed his disappointment about it the first time
he went down on her after she started to let it grow, but she just
didn't care, and let it keep growing in.  She even started to wear
underwear again after she had generously re-stocked her supply on
an all day shopping spree.

     About a week or so after Tony was placed in the ground, Bill
informed her that he had to go out of town on business for a couple
of weeks.  At first, she didn't want him to go.  She didn't think
she could take being alone just yet.  As she thought about it, however,
she mellowed to the idea, thinking that she could use this time to
pull herself together and prepare herself to get on with the rest
of her life, a life without Tony.

     During those two weeks, Claire spent a lot of time thinking about
how her life had been when Tony was alive, and how it would be now
that he was gone.  She also sought out and read quite a bit about
domination, in both popular works and psychological texts, trying
to gain an understanding of Tony's motivations in their relationship
and how she had allowed herself to be drawn so deeply into it as easily
as she had.

     She became truly conscious of the fact she was now genuinely
free, free to live her life as she pleased with her loving husband.
She was again in full control of her own existence.  When she allowed
herself to realize this, it was as if a great weight had been lifted
from her shoulders.  Her depression dissipated and a confident calm
settled over her.  She finally knew the course she had to take to
put her life on back on track and be truly happy.

     Bill got to the airport shortly before 1:00 p.m. after his return
flight and immediately caught a cab to rush back to the condo and
see Claire.  He had missed her terribly while he was away, and hoped
she was finally recovering from her depression over Tony's death.
He couldn't wait to see his loving little wife and hold her tenderly
in his arms.

     It was a Saturday afternoon, and traffic was light, so the trip
didn't take very long at all.  He arrived at their building at about
2:00 p.m., and walked briskly up the stairs.

     When he opened the door to his apartment, he came upon a scene
that jolted him so forcefully it literally knocked him back against
the door with his mouth hanging open.  There was Claire, sitting on
the floor in the center of the living room, facing the doorway where
he stood.  She sat in the lotus position, with her back straight,
each foot crossed over the top of the opposite thigh, and her arms
hanging limply at her sides, palms upward.  Her head was bowed deeply,
causing her chin to rest on her upper chest.

     Claire was completely naked, and in her open-legged posture it
was obvious that her cunt was once again shaved bald.  It took him
a moment longer to realize that it also had the broad end of an
apparently very large dildo sticking out of it.  In the dead silence
of the room he could clearly hear it buzzing.

     Neatly arranged on the floor around her was a vast array of sex
related toys:  dildos and butt plugs of many sizes, shapes and colors,
wrist and ankle straps, handcuffs, ball gags, nipple clamps, whips,
and curiously enough, a wide leather garrison belt.  Beyond her,
against the far wall, was a large pile of what appeared to be the
shredded remnants of many pieces of lingerie.

     Bill had not uttered a sound since he entered the apartment.
He had been actually been stunned speechless.  A hundred questions
raced through his mind, but he could not find his tongue to give them
voice.  They all became irrelevant when, a few seconds later, Claire
spoke.

     "Welcome home, my husband and master.  I vow to be your obedient
slave in all things, and to devote my life to your pleasure.  How
may I serve you?"

     Several days later, two psychics in the area independently
reported that, beginning at about 2:05 p.m. the previous Saturday,
they had heard what could only be described as a long, loud and
mournful wail of despair emanating from the direction of the local
cemetery.  One month later, they both quietly moved to another county.
Apparently, they couldn't stand the screaming.



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