Nathan Silvers - Chained slave wife

Hank shot his pulsing cum-load up her ass and Patrick a few moments later gave her another wonderful mouthful of cum. In the other room, John shot his cum-load into Monique and she made Sylvia come again with her fingers in her cunt.

Then they all went to bed and Sally fell asleep knowing that when she woke up, she was going to have to prove what a good little slave she was… to John, her husband.

In the morning, Sally was awakened by Monique and Sylvia. They gave her a shower and took her into the kitchen for breakfast. Nobody else was there and Sally ate alone, waiting for what was to come. Neither of the other women spoke to her much, just put the food and coffee in front of her, then took her back to her room when she was finished. There, she sat for a long time, watching television.

Occasionally she heard noises and tried to peer through the heavily barred windows, but she couldn't see anything. She inspected her ass and tits in the mirror and was amazed at how fast the marks of the whippings had vanished. Sally had a good, tight and hard body, and had kept it in shape, particularly to tease John, and now it was paying her a different dividend. Her tits were as creamy white as they had been the moment Cindy first put her whip across them, and her ass showed only the faintest signs of the birch, despite how hard it had been beaten.

She stood in front of the mirror and remembered how it had been – and she started to get aroused again. Her fingers played with her tits, then roved down to wander in her blonde pussy hair, over the thrusting bud of her clit and… she stopped herself. She knew she was going to have to go through a lot more today and, despite the excitement that thought brought to her hot little cunt, she restrained herself. She wanted to be hotter than hall for the confrontation.

It was the afternoon before the two women came to get her. They opened the door and came through, several pieces of clothing in their arms. They told Sally to stand up, then sprayed perfume all over her body, examining it, making sure it was ripe and ready for the long session ahead.

"Put this on," Cindy said as she threw a tight black corset at Sally.

The corset fitted under Sally's tits, thrusting them higher than ever, the nipples clearly in view. Behind her, Monique tightened the laces until Sally's already-slim waist was pinched in and almost painful. Now her hips spread wider below the bottom of the material and her body assumed an hour-glass shape.

"Good," Cindy said. "Now, the boots." Monique brought out a pair of high-heeled, shiny black boots. The boots fitted Sally's legs like a second skin, and ran up almost to the tops of her thighs, only inches from her pussy, where they were tied with thin laces that also pinched her uncomfortably. Again Cindy stepped back to take a look at Sally.

"What do you think?" she asked Sylvia. "Panties or not?"

Sylvia considered the question. "Yeah," she said at length. "I bet John's going to whip her, and he's bound to like it with panties on. They always do. Then they can do it again when they take them off."

So Sally was fitted with a pair of tight, pussy hugging black panties. All the time her breath was going excitedly. The treatment of her as an object – a slave about to be thrown out there to satisfy the lust of her master – was almost more than she could stand. She hoped they didn't notice how wet her pussy was, or how she trembled with desire.

"The gloves," said Cindy.

Sally found herself filled with a pair of mesh, silky gloves that came well above her elbows, the thin material caressing the sensitive skin of her hands and arms. Finally, Cindy fitted a studded leather collar around her neck and attached a chain to it.

"There," she said, "I think you are ready now." They led her out of the room and down into the den where she had been through so much the night before. Sally trembled at the sight of the ropes and the bar that had held her feet for the punishment she had taken. The three men were sitting around watching a porno video, drinking whiskey and chatting.

"Here," said Cindy, throwing Sally at John. "Here is your slave."

Sally could see that John's cock was already hard from watching the movie, and she trembled with new lust as he slowly walked around her, examining her body.

"We have some catching up to do, don't we my dear?" he said.

"Yes, sir," said Sally breathlessly.

"Over the beam," said John.

Sally thrilled to the new command in his voice. She moaned as her arms were stretched up and again she hung by them, but this time with her whole body desperate for the thrills to come. John walked in front of her, the ninetailed whip in his hands.

"First I'm going to punish you for all the times you cock-teased me," he said. "Punish you until Monique and Sylvia make my cock come. Then you're going to get my cock hard again while Hank and Patrick here fuck you any way they want – and then we have a special surprise for you."

"Oh, yes! Yes, sir!" Sally breathed softly, her tits heaving up and down, the nipples rising and falling above the corset.

In one quick movement, John flicked the whip over Sally's exposed tits, drawing a moan and a great heave of her body on the ropes.

"Come here, Monique, and Sylvia," he said. "Take my pants off."

Both of them went to their knees and slid the zipper of his tight pants down before taking them off. Sally gasped.

She had never really looked at John's cock closely before. It was something she just didn't do. His prick was big, almost as big as Hank's, and she couldn't believe that monster was what had gone up her pussy the few times she had allowed him to fuck her. His cock stood out menacingly from his loins. Almost casually, he whipped her tits again, drawing a cry from his helpless captive. Meanwhile, Monique and Sylvia both kissed his cock, running their willing mouths up and down the cock shaft.

On the ropes, Sally moaned and gasped again. The sight of two other women sucking her husband's cock – one of them dressed in a bra, panties and stocking set, the other, Monique, in a tight fitting leather skirt and transparent top – was almost too much for her. The whip slapped onto her tits again, and this time she cried out in pain and her body writhed around on the ropes. Again John whipped her tits and the pain began to spread down her body to mingle with the lust spreading out from her wanton pussy.

Monique slid John's cock deep into her throat, sucking on it while Sylvia worked his balls and cock shaft. Holding Sally's lust-filled gaze, he drew the whip back again and let her tits have it, in a series of heavy blows. Sally screamed now and begged, not for him to stop, but for him to whip her harder. And that almost sent John's cock out of control. With an effort, he stopped himself.

"What do you want, bitch?" he asked.

"Oh, whip me! Whip me, please. Please!" Sally swung on the ropes, her arms extended, her tits thrust forward desperately for the whip that didn't come. Sylvia almost pushed Monique's mouth from John's cock so that she could get her own lips around it. She sucked his prick deep and worked her tongue over the underside of the cock shaft, hearing him murmur with pleasure as he looked at his wife, hanging from the ropes and pleading.

"Oh, please, I'll do anything you want," wept Sally, going berserk as John still held his hand.

John grinned and lashed her across the heaving domes of her tits. Sally begged some more, and John let her have it, lash after lash on those jutting arrogant tits of hers. Sally jerked on the ropes, thrusting forward for the whip, begging all the time for more, and John couldn't hold out against it. The sight of his formerly untouchable bitch of a wife, heaving on ropes tied over a beam and begging him to whip her as hard as he could, coupled with the sucking he was getting from Monique and Sylvia, sent his cock spurting cum.