Unknown - Tattoo dreams

Kelli wondered if it were the booze, or if a small switch had been turned on somewhere in the back of the man's mind at the events he had just participated in. His tastes in erotic publications was well known to her, but they were the run of the mill bondage and SM magazines almost any adult bookstore carries. She never spotted anything more severe in her close inspections of his bureau drawers.

After finishing their drinks they returned to the bedroom.

Laura's tongue was still gently swabbing the older woman's pussy as if she couldn't get enough of her. Barbara Rush moved erotically on the bed, her pussy over Laura's mouth, as the young girl did the task her bondage was designed to do.

"That's enough cunt!" Kelli said upon opening the bedroom door.

She untied Laura from Barbara's thighs, and pulled her next to the older woman. She now tied Laura into the same tight hogtie that she had Barbara in, and untied Barbara's restraints.

"Kneel on the floor, Barbara," Kelli commanded in a monotone.

Immediately, Barbara dropped to her knees.

Craig's hand pulled back and came down across her face in two quick blows, one on each side.

"Fucking bitch!" he shouted. "Crawl over and bring me those ropes."

Barbara fetched the ropes from the night stand and returned to Craig presenting the ropes in her outstretched palms.

She knew abuse before from Craig, but not this. Not the ropes and sexual enslavement that Kelli had taught her. She only knew that now her husband was going to do something to her. She wasn't sure what.

At her husband's command, she crossed her ankles, keeping that position as he tied her ankles tightly. He pulled the ropes so hard around her delicate ankles she could feel the cords bite deep into her flesh.

After he had tied her ankles, Craig instructed her to cross her wrists over her thighs. A length of rope was looped around both of her smooth legs and her crossed wrists. By the time he finished, she was tightly bound in a crouched position.

She moaned as Craig took yet another length of rope and started to tie her breasts tightly.

Barbara's breasts were extremely sensitive from the pleasure she had just received and her nipples were stiff. As the ropes wound tighter and tighter around them, they squeezed the breasts flesh unmercifully. Her nipples were as hard as rocks as the blood was forced into them.

"Unnnhh," she moaned, as his fingers flicked the hard jewels several times.

Barbara looked the perfect submissive tied up like this, and Craig stepped back to admire his handiwork.

Without knowing when, Barbara became intensely aware of her thighs pressing together. She was becoming so turned on that she could smell her own juices that were flooding her pussy, opening it widely.

During her husband's rope work, Kelli joined Laura on the bed and laid next to her, softly stroking the young girls naked bound body, almost absent-mindedly, as she watched the scene in front of her. Her eyes stayed fixed on Craig as he walked over to her rack of whips and selected several, testing them by swishing them quickly through the air.

Barbara Rush trembled at the sound.

Selecting a cat-o-nine-tails, he felt the length of the thongs, and tested the thickness of the handle. This was no longer a diversion. The whip that Craig selected was not for playing games. It was for serious discipline and punishment.

The older woman whimpered as she saw her husband coming towards her with the whip in his hand. She was not entirely sure of the pain it would deliver, but somewhere, an unmistakable excitement started to creep into her.

She uttered a small cry of distress as he advanced on her.

Craig took a spot behind her and allowed the leather lashes to slide gently over her naked back. He could see his wife tremble as she was not sure what was coming, or when.

In the end, Barbara found herself longing to beg him to whip her, just so the waiting would come to an end.

Craig would whip her at his own pleasure to satisfy the lusts that had been building up in him for the past several years. His desire consumed him.

He pulled the whip back and brought it down hard on her back. Barbara cried out in pain as she felt the scourge of the whip bite inter her tender flesh.

Once he started Craig really let himself go. He whipped her with a force and a precision he had only ready about, but DID in his fantasies every day. He would occasionally break the rhythm of his lashes just to keep his wife off guard. She would never know exactly when the next lash would fall, or where. This uncertainty kept Barbara on edge, making her jump at a lash that didn't come, or failed to tense herself at the right time, to minimize the pain of her whipping.

Soon her back was covered with red welts, and the whip marked woman was moaning and writhing in agony.

"Oh please Craig," she sobbed, "Please, don't whip me anymore."

Whip!!

CRACK!!!

Her pleas only intensified the force of his swing as the thongs continued biting into the red flesh moving under them, "When did the pain become pleasure?" Her agonized mind wondered as the cat came down again and again.

Finally, his passions seething, Barbara's husband let the whip fall by his side.

Kelli, was so turned on watching Barbara's whipping, her fingers went deep inside Laura's flowing wetness, as she moved up on the young girl's face beside her and gave her a taste of her pussy. She urged her on with quick sharp slaps on her breasts.

By this time Barbara was so turned on that she could hardly stand it. She longed for her husband to take her right then and there. She ached to be fucked by him until her pussy was as sore as her back. If he had not walked away after dropping the whip, she would have bent to kiss the feet of the man who had tormented her all these years.

Bent to kiss them.

Beg to be filled by his raging prick.

Craig came back beside Barbara and slowly undid the tight knots. He removed the ropes that had held her immobile through the tortuous back whipping.

He didn't free her fully, however. It was more exciting to take her as he had seen in those many fantasies over the years. Craig decided to take his wife as a slave should be taken, in full bondage and helplessness.

He only untied her wrists and legs. He left her breasts in tight tit bondage. It added to Barbara's passion.

He retied her so that her hands were tied to her thighs, just below her hips. He would then be able to spread her legs as wide as he wanted to.

Barbara's pussy was wide open and very wet. Being in bondage and whipped like a slave, had made the older woman lubricate herself more than she ever had before. Craig turned his wife over so that she was in the proper position to receive his cock.

As her hands were tied to her sides, her head was forced to the floor. She looked the perfect picture of submissiveness, open and ready. The blood began to pound in Barbara's temples as she awaited the use of her body.

As Craig approached her again, she could see how hard he had become from warming her up. His cock jumped, and a small drop of fluid beckoned at the tip. His cock looked larger than it had ever looked before, and Barbara moaned in arousal. She needed this thick meat now.

Needed it like she never had before throughout their whole marriage.

A fire of lust smoldered in her half lidded eyes, as she looked back between her legs to see her husbands bare feet, then his knees as he knelt behind her raised rear. Her pussy and anus gaping. Which would he enter?

With a groan of unsatisfied need, Craig gripped the smooth hips of his bound wife and plunged into her.

First her pussy.

Then her ass.

He took several long hard strokes in each as he grabbed her hips tightly.

Barbara screamed as the thick meat attacked her openings, first one then the other.