Jill lay there for a
moment after he finished, waiting for The Question.
“How was it,” Jim
“Great, as usual,”
“It was for me too.
God I love you,” Jim said. I wish we could do it more often.
“With both of us
“Shush. I know. Just
a wish.” Jim kissed her, and began to cuddle.
This, at least, was
nice, she thought. Life did not have to revolve around sex. There was
companionship, security, friendship. Probably stories about great sex
were exaggerations, like breasts on pin-ups.
“It was the most
fantastic sex I have ever had,” Susan said. “I finally had to kick
him out of bed just so I could get some sleep.” Jill looked at her
friend with exasperation. “What?!” she said.
“Its always the
best for you,” Jill said angrily.
“‘The best fuck you ever had!’ Why do you say that?”
true. Its always the best ever. Why? Things a little slow on the home
“Jill, I know
you. Give! What’s the problem?”
“I just never
enjoy it like you do. Maybe I should have had sex before I married Jim.
With us it was never fantastic, but it was ok. Now its not even ok.”
Jill looked at her plate, and pushed around a leaf of lettuce. “Maybe
“Look, I gave
you hell for not being a player in college. But that’s no big deal.
Everyone has to start somewhere. If Jim’s not your boy, then get a new
one, and start over. There are plenty of dogs in the pound, so to
Jill was honestly
shocked. “I don’t want a divorce! We’re great. Everything but the
sex, I mean.”
“Look, maybe it
is you. Or him. What do you guys do?
“We have sex.
We used to more often, but you know, its just not that exciting.”
“Uh huh. So,
you do what? Lay there and let him poke you?”
put it like that!”
“How would you
Jill stared at
her plate again. “Its just not fun.”
“God Jill, when
is the last time you had an orgasm?”
“A year ago, I
“A year!? You
Jill sat in
embarrassed silence, then softly began to cry. “Hey. Hey, stop it,”
Susan said. “I’m here for you. We just have to find out what turns
you on, and go with it.”
Susan looked at her
friend, shaking her head. “I don’t believe it. I have known you for
a long time, kid, and I don’t believe it. You have always been a slow
starter. We just need to get you going.”
sadly, and said, “Catholic school tends to do that.”
“So tell me
about the last time you know you came. What were you doing?”
Jill played with her
salad some more. “I was being kind of bad. He was asleep, and I began
to kiss him. You know, all over. When he got hard, I, ah, kind of sat on
“Nice. Then what?”
“We just fucked
like that for a while, and I came.”
“So what was
“He woke up.”
“I bet he
again, “And kind of held onto the headboard for support.” Jill
closed her eyes, and tried to recall the moment. Her voice became husky,
“I leaned into him, holding onto his arms, and we made love really
fast. Not done fast, I mean we fucked fast. Then I came, and I rolled
over so he could finish.”
Susan just looked
at her friend for a moment. “And what did Jim do?”
“He came too.
He always does.”
Susan said. “I would never have guessed. You’re a dom!”
“I am NOT! I am
a devout Catholic!”
“And I am a
devout coward. Jesus! What does being Catholic have to do with it? Where
do you think little Catholics come from?” Susan shook her head, and
continued, “Seriously, you need to take another look at Catholic
Jill giggled. “A
“I was making a
joke,” Susan dead panned. “Actually, I am an atheist. But I am
thinking of becoming a Tantric.”
“Look it up.
Better yet, someday I will introduce you to it.” Standing up, Susan
said, “Come on. I want to show you something.”
Two hours later,
Jill protested, “You have got to be kidding. I could never do that!”
Jill was pointing
at a drawing of a naked man being tortured on a rack. “That is
fantasy,” Susan said. “But I bet you could do that!” and pointed
to the drawing next to it.
Jill looked at
the drawing of a man, tied to a bed, while a woman rode his cock,
threatening him with a riding crop. “Well.....”
“Ah huh. Take a look
at the cover.” Jill looked at the magazine. “This is a men’s
magazine. Guy’s love this stuff. Or at least many of them do. Look
around.” Jill looked around the adult bookstore Susan had dragged her
to. Except for the young woman with the English accent who had helped
them, all the people in the store were men. She noticed that several of
the men were stealing glances at them, one obviously working up courage
to come over and say something. Susan, noticing the same thing, said,
Out on the street
the women continued to talk. “I don’t think I can do all that,”
have to do all of it. Just the parts you like. Start slow. You know you
would anyway. Let his reaction–and yours–guide you.
“Ok, then how
do I start?”
before. You start it. Wait until he is in bed, then start kissing him.
Don’t let him roll you over. Just stay on top, and when you are ready,
mount him. And Oh!”
“What do you
guys wear to bed?”
“He sleeps in
his underwear. I wear a nightie. Why?”
Don’t you wear any panties. When you are ready, and he is good and
hard, slip off his shorts, and mount him. Leave your nightie on though.
That way he will be naked, and you won’t.”
shouldn’t I be nude?”
nude. I mean ‘vulnerable’, not ‘without clothes.’ He should be
naked, you should have some clothes on.”
Jill thought she
understood. She was still embarrassed by the whole topic, but the
excitement that had begun when Susan talked about how she should have
sex continued to grow, and she had long since decided to give it a try.
“How was it,” Susan
Jill turned a
deep crimson. “I did it!”
“And did you
“I said I DID
it,” smiled Jill, turning an even deeper red.
“And what did
Jim think of it?”
Jill began to
chuckle. “He came twice. He would not let me get off of him. It was
the best sex we have had, ever!”
stop now, girl! Where are you going from here?”
“I was thinking
that this was far enough.”
“No. No way.
You both like it now, but later it will be the same boring shit that
made you cry last time. You are both in a mood to explore, so do it!”
“Ok, if you are
so smart, where DO I go from here?”
“And he LIKES
it!?” Jill asked? “You do this often?”
“As often as I
want, which is pretty often. Up to several times a week. He probably
would want to do it more, but I have to give him time to recover,” Amy
beating the shit out of him.”
Jill began to stammer.
girl,” Susan said. “Another day.”
“So how do I
spring this on him? I mean, do I whip it out over dinner, or what?”
“Why not send
it to work. Put in a note telling him when to be home wearing them. If I
am right about him, he will get off work early to meet you. Only,”
Susan continued, “You don’t come home early. You come home on
“A package came
“I think its
“Well bring it
in then!”Jim rudely broke the connection. “Damn, that girl is
strange at times,” Jim thought.
through the door carrying a plane brown box. With a terse look, she set
it down on the desk, took out four leather cuffs and an open envelope
marked ‘INSTRUCTIONS’, and set them next to the box. “Will there
be anything else, sir?”
Jim Jeffors just
sat and stared as his secretary left his office.
“I did it!” Jill
said.”It worked just like you said.”
“Tell me about
it,” Susan said excitedly.
“He was there
when I got home, and really pissed. I guess his secretary opened the
“He was still embarrassed! He tried to tell me not to do that, but I
just cut him off. I told him that if he did not want them, to throw them
out. I told him I was not interested either.”
“What did he
“I made him beg
for over an hour before I let him put them on. Then I made him keep them
on all night. I even made him wear the ones on his legs to work, under
“I love it. So
how long did he eat you out?”
Jill again got
red faced, and poked her plate with a fork. “We have never done
that,” she said shyly.
Jill looked on,
obviously confused, and Susan answered her unspoken question. “Look.
Next time, tell him to kneel and beg. Then, as long as he is down there,
put him to work!”
“I don’t know
“Well, either does
he. Let him know what you like, and what you don’t like. He will get
the idea. You know,” Susan mused, “It works best if there is some
kind of threat of punishment.” She looked at her friend and smiled.
Jill began to blush again.
Amy greeted her when
Jill entered the store. “So, what would you like to look at today?
“I already have a
complete set,” Jill said with puzzlement.
ARE no complete sets. You imagine it, it can be had. I even have some
toe cuffs here. Anyway, what do you want?”
Jill blurted out,
with a touch of exasperation, “That dink of a husband of mine can’t
figure out where my clit is. He either is real dumb, or is acting that
way. Either way I told him to get it right or I would beat the crap out
“So, is he waiting
patiently for you at home?”
“I doubt it. I
left him tied face down to the bed.”
leave him alone, did you?”
“No. He thinks
he is. I wrapped a towel around his head, and left. But I called Susan
to sneak back in and watch him. He will think he has been alone the
“Cool. I will
have to try that trick. So, what do you want?”
“Something to spank
him with. What have you got?”
Amy just smiled,
and pointed. Over the next two hours Jill learned more about implements
of pain than she ever knew existed. After a bit, she covered her head
with her arms and screamed, “Argghh!!! Ok. Let me get this straight.
These,” she pointed at a collection of paddles, “are more for
spanking, and these,” she pointed at a collection of whips and crops,
“are more for whipping.”
“And they all
hurt, though some more than others.”
If you want to play, and are not really into pain, any one of these will
do the trick.” She pointed at a small collection. “If you are
serious, then one of these are better. Especially this one. It’s
nasty!” Amy held up a two and a half foot long, very thin crop. All
but the last six inches was leather bound fiberglass. The last part was
braided leather. “This one will do anything, but it can really hurt
someone if you want it too.”
Jill thought for
a moment and said, “I want this one,” picking up a heart shaped
paddle that had fur on one side. “And I want the nasty one
said, “Lets talk about hoods and gags.....”
Jill released her hold
on Jim’s ears, falling back on the couch, panting heavily. “Damn,
that’s good! But you’re still doing it wrong!” She looked at her
watch, “That took you 16 minutes.” She quickly did the math,
“That’s a total of 38 minutes, which means 38 hits.” Leaning
forward, she grabbed him by the hair, and tilting his head back, said,
“I am serious: if it takes longer than 60 minutes to give me my fifth
orgasm, I will double the amount. That means I will whip you at least
120 times.” She stroked his cheek with the back of her hand. “But
you know that. You know I will. Is that what you are after? You want me
to beat you harder, beat you longer? Do you want three hits for every
minute? Four?” Releasing his head, she slapped him, hard. Jim fell
back and landed on his bound arms. “I think you do want that, and
never mind if it would damage you permanently. I swear sometimes it’s
a good thing that I look out for you. Another mistress might be stupid
enough to give into you.”
Jill reached for
the tote-bag that was never far from her anymore. “I have been
approaching this all wrong. You think of the beating as a reward. You
don’t need a reward.” Jill laughed at the expression on Jim’s
face. “Don’t worry love. I am still going to beat you. And afterward
you may think better of asking for more than you can handle. But for now
you need an incentive.” Reaching into the bag she took out two
alligator clips. “Its amazing how much this bag holds,” she thought.
“And who would have guessed the uses you can make of common household
Jill helped Jim
up to a kneeling position between her legs, then place first one, then
the other alligator clip on each of his nipples. Jim started yelling in
pain. Watching him squirm, she said, “Those are small, but they really
hurt.” She held his head by his ears, and tilted it back. “I am
going to leave those on till I cum. Then when I do, I am going to take
them off, and rub the blood back into your nipples. The longer it takes,
the more it is going to hurt when I do that. And then we do it all over
again. Do you understand?” Jim nodded vigorously. Pulling his head
back between her legs, she said, “Oh. And I am still counting
“Grace? This is Jill.
Unless its an emergency, Jim will not be able to make it in today.”
much is going on today. Mr. Jeffors had cleared his schedule for the
rest of the week to work on evaluations.”
“And he doesn’t
have to be there for that?”
“He never has
before. He usually schedules a golf outing while I am putting them
together, and then he signs them before I pass them on.”
Jill was silent
for a moment, realizing that her husband might not be a model boss any
more than he was a model husband. Grace took the opportunity to ask,
“What have are you doing to him?”
silent for a moment longer, realizing that Grace had guessed hers and
Jim’s new relationship. “He pissed me off,” Jill said, “so I
have him hanging from a rafter in the basement. If he did not need to be
in today, I was going to give him a good beating, and have him ready for
work tomorrow. But since you don’t need him till Monday, I can be even
“Can I ask you a
favor? Can you give him a few for me...”
“I was planning on
“...and let him
know it was from me” Grace asked eagerly?
Jill smiled. “I
will come up with something special. Something he won’t soon forget.
In fact,” Jill said excitedly, “I will make certain he tells you
about it. And shows you! You can tell me if he doesn’t do it!”
Grace thought for
a moment, and replied, “Do you mind if I give you a report anyway?
Jill laughed again.
“Girl, I like the way you think. Why don’t you come over for dinner?
You can bring any work you want him to get done, and he can begin the
process of apologizing to you.”
“I can be there
at six!” Grace said excitedly. “Do you want me to bring something?
For us, I mean, or him?”
“Anything you want,
Grace. We have everything we need here. But I am always open to new
Jim looked over the
document carefully. Looking up at his wife, he asked, “Are you
He began to read
it again. The document was titled, ‘Defining Our New Relationship’,
and it was carefully laid out by section. ‘Responsibilities’;
‘Required Duties’; ‘Consequences’; It even had a list of
demerits, and an alphabetized index punishments that would expunge them.
Going down the list, he began to pale.
“Some of those
you had better hope we never get to,” Jill said evenly.
Jim noticed that
‘Weekly Beatings’ was listed under ‘Required Duties’, right
after , ‘Washing Clothes’. He turned back to the front cover, and
looked at the place for his signature. He began to ask why there was no
place for her to sign, then stopped himself. He already knew the answer.
Susan sat, watching
Jeff in the corner. No matter what she and Jill discussed, no matter
what they said about him, he continued staring at the wall. “I think
he is asleep.”
dare.” Jill replied. “You know, he did that once, and I really lost
it with him. Grace had to cover for him for a week. She really lectured
me about it too; I think she was concerned that I might kill him next
time.” Jill waived her hand in the air. “No real harm done, but I am
glad she watches out for him.”
“So, does she
still come over for her weekly ‘apology’,” Susan asked?
“Yes. It has gotten
to be quite a ritual. I even let her have him for a week.” Jill half
smiled, “And let me tell you, I had to lecture her.” Jill looked
seriously at her best friend. “Its a funny relationship. But it works,
Jill looked a question
at Susan. “Jim-boy. Get your leash,” she said.
Jim got on his
hands and knees, and crawled to the kitchen. In a moment he returned
with the leash in his mouth. Jill bent over, and snapped it around his
neck. “Lets take him for a walk, she said.
Susan followed Jill out
into the back yard. “Its nice that you have these hedges,” she said.
“No one can see you walking around the yard.”
“Yeah. Its nice
to be able to humiliate him out of doors. If we kept our play inside he
might think he still has some control. Of course we do some things in
public, but nothing that would get us in trouble.” Jill reached down
and petted Jim’s head. “I can’t thank you enough for getting me
started. Every day the sex is the best I have ever had.”
“You said that
already,” replied Susan.
Jill looked at
her friend. “Ok, what’s wrong?”
Sorry. Just hit a dry spell. It will pass.”
Jill gave her a
wry smile, and said, “What, trouble on the reservation? What ever
happened to Ms. ‘Best Sex Ever’?”
there. Its been downhill since you and Jim blew past me in the fast
lane.” Susan reached down and traced her fingernail down a deep red
mark on Jim’s back. He kept from making a sound, but she could see it
took effort. “I wish I could find someone like your puppy dog here.”
come up. But till it does, how about something really different?
intently at her friend. “What are you suggesting?”
nothing,” Jill said. She paused, then continued, “I looked up the
“Ya. And I was
wondering, what do you think of the two of us trying to wear Jim-boy
out? Things have been a bit complacent around here as of late, and its
been a while since I really scared the shit out of him.”
“He has off all
next week. And if you could get away for any part of it...Well, we could
show you what I had him build in the basement.”
say. How about inviting that friend of yours from the adult store?”
“Amy? She’s a bit
tame for my taste. But Jim-boy likes her.” Jill giggled, “Let me
tell you what happened last time she was here....”
crawled behind the two woman as they walked back to the house. If he had
a tail, it would have been wagging.