Nathan Silvers: Wife chained and trained

Gloria sat thoughtfully in front of the mirror, polishing her nails. She had a big decision to make. Should she accept David's invitation to spend the weekend at his country home or not? It was not quite the simple decision it looked. Oh, she liked David, of course, he was the perfect gentleman to her. But Gloria had been a widow for only a year, and it might not look good. People might talk, and she didn't want a breath of scandal in her life.

If David had been the slightest bit like her dead husband, Mark, she wouldn't have considered it for a moment. Mark had been so much older than she, so it was hardly a surprise when the heart attack left her a not exactly wealthy, but certainly well-off widow. The thing she had only confessed to her closest friend, Jane, was that it had also been a relief.

The man had been an animal. It wasn't enough for him that Gloria was the most glamorous wife at any of his office functions. That she was always polite, talking to any of the men there. That she always dressed to please men, as her mother had always said a wife should. Her tight dresses that showed off her petite figure to the best advantage were always the talk of the parties, and Gloria had once overheard a very disgusting remark made by one of Mark's associates.

"Fuck me," he'd said to Mark, after far too much to drink. "That wife of yours must be a right little nympho in bed."

Gloria leaned back in her chair as her hand hovered over her nails and she blushed in terrible shame at the memory. Mark had merely laughed, and not even told the man what he thought of him for such a suggestion.

But that was typical of Mark. He probably wanted Gloria to be disgusting and demand sex. He certainly tried to get enough of it from her. Once he'd even forced himself on her, pinned her down to the bed and stuck that horrible thing of his in her delicate body and rammed it in and out, grunting like a pig, until all that horrible white stuff had shot out of it and he collapsed and let her go to the bathroom to clean herself off.

She was furious that he should do such a thing, but the shame was worse. He had humiliated her terribly, and she had almost left him over it.

She leaned back in the chair and let her tiny slip ride up over her thighs. She couldn't understand the terrible lusts men had. All of them, as they took in her luscious figure, her swelling tits under the soft-lace of the revealing clothes she wore, her slim waist, tight, round ass and long shapely legs, wanted to get her into bed. She tossed her long blonde hair back over her shoulders, got up and put her sandals on. In her white stockings, and flimsy slip, she walked into the bathroom and surveyed herself in the full length mirror. She was a beauty, that was obvious, and any man would want to have her as his wife. That was why it was wonderful to have met David.

He never made improper suggestions. He opened doors for her, and was always the most polite of men. Perhaps it was nearly time to marry again, and perhaps David would be the man of her dreams, her knight in shining armor, the man who would put her on the pedestal she deserved.

She ran her hands over her tits and down to her waist. Then further, to the soft warmth of her inner thighs. It was nice, the feeling she got when she did that. Not that she could be as disgusting as she had heard some women were and caress themselves between their legs, where their sweet little pussies were. The very thought made her tremble, and she hurriedly dropped her slip and went to the basin and gave her face a fast wash. That calmed her down, and gave her time to think.

David had been so nice about it all. "Take your time," he said. "You can come any weekend you like. You can ride if you like, and even if I'm away on business for a while the servants will take very good care of you. Just give me a call."

Gloria had now been thinking about it for several weeks, and David had never insisted, always let it be known it was her decision. And, well, if he was the man of her dreams, there was only one way to let him know she was ready again to marry the right man.

So she would go. The decision came over her in an instant. She was sure it was right, she went straight to the phone and told David. He was delighted, and insisted on making all the preparations.

Late that Friday afternoon, Gloria arrived at the small airport and was escorted to the waiting limousine. The chauffeur was a tall, fair-haired man, who picked up Gloria's bags and lifted them effortlessly into the trunk of the car.

"Good evening, madam," he said, "my name is James, but everybody calls me Jim. It isn't a long trip. I hope you will be comfortable, can I serve you a drink?"

"No thank you," said Gloria with a touch of alarm. Surely, David would have told his staff that she never drank.

"Certainly," said Jim as he climbed into the front seat and drove off.

Gloria relaxed as they went. The New England countryside was at its most beautiful at this time of year, and each glorious red and brown tree that passed made her more and more certain that this was going to be the most wonderful weekend. She could picture herself and David, walking through the woods together, alone. And perhaps she could tell him, accept his love and then, perhaps.

She was interrupted by the sight of the house as they turned into the drive. It was a wonderful old building from the nineteenth century, not as big as she had imagined, but with all the charm in the world to make up for it. The car pulled up at the door, and there was David to welcome her.

"Hello, David," said Gloria, and extended her hand which he kissed gallantly.

"This is Mandy and this is Alva," he said, indicating the two maids on either side of him.

Both the girls curtseyed to Gloria, and Gloria thought what a wonderful, thoughtful man David was. Two servants for her, and such nicely dressed girls too! From the tips of their tiny white caps to the toes of their high-heeled pumps, they were immaculate. And neither of them was as beautiful as Gloria, which was also the way she liked it. Not that there were many women as beautiful as her.

Jim carried the bags, and Mandy and Alva took Gloria to her room. It was light and airy and gave a view over the front lawn to the woods about a hundred yards away. To the left was the paddock and some quietly grazing horses.

"Oh, look at this," Mandy cried as she was putting Gloria's clothes away. "Oh you do have the most wonderful things."

She held up one of Gloria's short nighties and held it against her body. It had a lacy tie between the tits, and it was one of Gloria's favorites.

Gloria turned away from the window. She was going to let it pass, but she knew that if you let servants take advantage of you they could make your life miserable.

"Put that down!" she snapped. "Did I give you permission to touch my things?"

"Oh no, sorry, Miss," said Mandy and hurriedly put the nightgown away.

"Don't let it happen again!" Gloria snapped and turned back to the window. "I shall tell David about this."

"Yes, Miss," said Mandy, shame-faced.

The rest of the afternoon, however, was fun. Gloria was shown round the grounds by David, and the two of them had a wonderful conversation, one that hinted at romance to come. Gloria was very happy at dinner, and enjoyed the meal just her and David, with the obsequious servants in the background. He complimented her on her dress, her black one, bow at the neck and cut to the thigh at one side. Gloria smiled and accepted the compliment.

She went to bed early, it had been a long day for her, but somehow she couldn't sleep. So she got up and started to write a letter to Jane, telling her all the wonderful things that were happening, and how she would give her more news later. Somehow she got carried away, and the letter was pages long by the time she realized it. So she decided to post it anyway. But she didn't have a stamp, and Gloria hated to leave things unfinished. So she got up, put one of her robes on and went out to find David to ask him for one.