Duncan Fox: Slave wife

Kim frowned. "You're not going to… let him have me again, are you?"

Max stretched out on a chaise and picked up the newspaper. "I will if I want to, baby."

"Yes, Max," Kim sighed.

"I was going to have you suck my cock, but I've changed my mind. Something tells me that later I'm going to need all the cum I can muster."

Just getting Kim ready for the twenty-minute walk to Bob's place was enough to give Max a throbbing hard-on. The problem was to somehow cover Kim's nakedness and the ropes that bound her wrists.

Max finally solved the problem by having her put on her ankle-length formal cape. A glittering dog-collar necklace and matching earnings made it look as if she was dressed for a formal party.

"God, Max, I feel like everyone's watching," Kim whispered as they headed down the street. "I feel like everyone knows I'm naked!"

Max was finding it a cock-hardening experience. Knowing that just that single garment concealed his wife from the world made his prick throb with lust. The temptation to unbutton the cape and let it swing open was hammering away at him. The way it flipped and swung revealed her sleek, naked legs well up her thighs. The fact that she was barefoot heightened the hint of wantonness.

Bob's house was surrounded by a high stone wall, and was set well back from the road. Max halted Kim when they were put of sight of the road and took her cape. Her pale, naked body gleamed in the sunlight. He held the necklace and earrings on her, liking the way they made her look twice as naked.

As they headed up the walk to the front door of the big house, he felt her stiffness, her fear, her lust, and her shame at being so helplessly naked. She had combed her blonde muff. It looked like a soft golden haze between her lush thighs. Sunlight filtering through the towering oak trees shading the front of the house dappled her lush body.

Kim bit her lip and fought to keep from hanging her head as they waited for someone to answer the doorbell. A curtain at a window stirred as someone peeked out at them. Then the door swung back as if by magic. Max eased Kim through ahead of him.

As the door closed, they saw the reason for its mysterious motion.

Eva greeted them silently, her manner subdued for obvious reasons. Her chains rattled softly as she led the way through the house. Her steps were shortened by the hobbles on her feet. She had thick, heavy leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles. Chains connected the cuffs. She also wore a matching collar.

"Looks like Bob has gone whole hog," Kim noted softly as they followed Eva.

The backyard was as posh as the rest of the house an acre of landscaped grounds that bordered a state forest. The result was lush seclusion and privacy.

"Hey, there they are," Bob greeted them cheerily, turning away from the flaming barbecue. He was casually dressed in a white shirt and trim black slacks. "Drinks, Eva," he ordered. His eyes raked Kim's naked body insolently. "Looking good, baby."

Kim flushed and hung her head.

"What's with the leather?" Max asked.

"Man oh man, did you open a new world to us," he said enthusiastically. "I hope you're braced for a wild afternoon and evening."

"What's up?" Max asked warily, recalling some rather wild flights of fancy that Bob had had.

"Hey, don't get uptight," Bob urged, sensing Max's concern. "Everything that happens is something that Eva wants, okay? Matter of fact, a lot of it was her idea in the first place. Right, Eva?"

"Yes, Bob," Eva said, returning with a tray of drinks. The sight of her shackles made Max's blood boil. While they sipped their drinks, she stood off to one side as if she was a slave rather than their hostess. Max couldn't help noticing the erect state of her tits.

"Why don't you let Kim loose for now," Bob suggested.

Kim felt insane as she sat there naked, with the two fully-dressed men, sipping her drink. She kept shooting glances at Eva and wondering what was happening. It was possible that when Bob had said Eva's bondage was voluntary, Eva had lied, on his order. But Kim didn't think, so. She knew how seductive bondage could be. The leather and chains Eva was wearing made Kim's innards twist with horniness.

"Hands behind your back, Eva," Bob ordered.

Meekly, Eva complied. Bending over, she stepped through the chain linking her wrists. The changed pose made the thrust of her breasts more eager and exciting. She stood there, feet spread to the limits of the chain.

"I won't tell you how much all that stuff cost me," Bob noted, indicating his wife's bondage gear.

"Must be nice to have money," Max noted.

"Yeah, well, I've got to go to an office every day, though. A free-lancer like you has it made – setting your own hours," Bob countered.

Max nodded toward Eva. "That stuff doesn't look all that expensive," he pointed out.

"The cuffs and chains weren't," Bob admitted. "Twenty bucks for each pair. It's some of the other stuff that was expensive. Go get the combo, Eva."

Eva bent over and awkwardly stepped back through her wrist chain. She returned in a moment, carrying a leather harness. Two lewd, pink plastic cylinders jutted up from one wide black strap. She took it to Bob and handed it to him, then stood there in front of him. She quivered slightly as the afternoon breeze brushed her bare body.

Kim studied the harness. The cylinders were mounted an inch apart. One, shaped like a cock, was seven inches at least. The other was more slender than a cock, but just as long.

"Later I'll let her model this for you," Bob noted. "Plugs two holes. Cost me a mint!"

Max handled the contraption as if he wasn't quite sure it was real. "Where the hell do you get gadgets like this?"

"Man, these days if you look you can find anything," Bob answered. "The plugs detach if you just want the harness, or just one plug. It's got a cunt-grinder, too. Five minutes with both plugs and she's cumming like a fountain. Right, kid?"

"Yes, Bob," Eva answered softly.

"You're welcome to try any of our stuff while you're here," Bob offered generously, dropping the double-plug harness.

"I think we'll stick, with the ropes," Max answered. Kim felt a wave of relief, but it was tinged with disappointment. She wanted to try the harness. She didn't have any trouble remembering the feel of the candle in her butt and the pepper mill in her cunt.

"Okay," Bob agreed easily. "Eva, get those ropes we used to use. You know where they are. Oh, and pick out a whip. Your choice today, kid."

"Whip?" Max asked curiously.

"I tell you, that night with you opened up a whole new world for us," Bob said. "It really did. Eva was balling with the paper boy and the milk man. And my secretary was getting bums on her butt. None of that now."

Eva returned with coils of white nylon rope and a black leather riding crop. The thick handle tapered to a thin, whippy end. She gave the ropes to Max. Kim's insides began to squirm with excitement.

"Turn around, kid," Bob ordered Eva, taking the crop from her.

She turned her back and bent forward, resting her hinds on her knees. As Kim watched, her guts churning, Bob drew the crop back. It whistled through the air, and cracked across Eva's ass with a vicious smack. Eva barely jerked. Her long red nails dug hard into her knees. A red welt slowly appeared on her cunt.

Then Bob wriggled the slender tip of the crop into Eva's ass-crack, teased her asshole with it. "Nice, kid, very nice. That's all for now. Go stand in your corner."

Kim watched Eva closely, tried to read her expression. There was a sheen of lust on Eva's face from the searing blow across her ass.

"Got some real special entertainment planned for later," Bob noted. "But right now, why don't you feel free to use the ropes? The whole yard is yours."

Max seemed relieved to have an excuse to escape their host for a moment. He sorted the ropes out and then led Kim to the grass beside the patio.