C.U.F.F.S.

Chapter 12 I swear it's over

Fortunately for Susan, when she arrived home Bob's car was not in the driveway. During most of her drive home she wondered just how to initially talk with her husband about her condition. After all she was only in a scanty crop top, a thong and a pair of heals. Her body was pretty much covered with whip marks and bruised from her upper thighs to her upper chest. Sue was more than prepared to tell her husband most everything that happen and would have followed up with this was the end of her toying with dangerous reality experiences but at least now she could run in and get some clothes on.

Sue had been either completely naked or scantily exposed so much over the past days that she wasn't even thinking as she stepped out of her car and head toward the front door in her condition. It was only when she heard the Daniel's dog start to bark did it hit her just how shamelessly exposed she was right in her neighborhood. She frantically worked the key into the lock hoping none of her straight laced neighbors had spotted her.

Once inside the sanctuary of her home, she took a deep breath and began feeling both relief as well as extreme guilt for what she allowed done to herself. As sexually satisfying as her twisted exploits were to her, it all had gone way beyond her kinkiest imagination. This was it. The games were getting out of hand. Her own will power and cravings were way beyond control.

Sue noticed the note on the kitchen counter.

Honey,

Sorry I couldn't be there when you got home from your trip but I got called into office with a problem. I may not get back till late this evening so don't hold dinner for me.

PS: Hope the spa treatment worked it's magic on you. You deserve this kind of special pampering.

Love you,

Bob

At first his last sentence scared Susan. It almost sounded sarcastic. "You deserve this kind of special pampering." Could Bob have known about what she had actually done? Did that fuck head Larry tell him how she had been continuing the games behind his back and this was his way of letting her know his resentment? Susan felt her nipples once again stiffen with unwanted excitement as she fantasized about her husband punishing her even further for what she risked.

"No, not Bob." She thought. "He was understanding to the extreme and he loved her too much to punish her to the degree she deserved for being so disloyal to him. But while she envisioned him using a belt on her extremely sore and bruised tits and ass and making her admit to her worthless sluttiness and begging his forgiveness, she had her fingers into her own cunt and was about to climax once more. Damn her orgasm were so strong like this. Susan slumped from the chair to the floor while her body shook in ecstasy.

When she finally came down from her high, a tear formed in the corner of Sue's eye. Bob was so good and so understanding and she felt so guilt-ridden about her actions. She immediately went up and soaked in the tub to help begin the healing process of her body and her physic. She hurt most everywhere. Her breasts and nipples were so sensitive she could only drip warm water over them. The bruises on her ass and thighs hurt to sit on while in the tub but the warm water with the lotions felt so great. Since she had all day to work on her recovery, Sue planned on a couple more soakings, however she didn't delay in taking the opportunity to shave the ruminants for her cunt hair. She never wanted to feel the pain of having the hair ripped from her pussy again even if she was planning on stopping these insane assignments.

By early afternoon, Sue surprisingly felt much better. She wore a very loose top and a pair of shorts. Even her still swollen nipples felt a little less tender. She was planning on soaking in a second bath when the phone rang. The sore and stiffened 30 year old grunted and moaned like an old lady to get up to answer it. If it wasn't for the fact it might be her husband calling she would have left the answering machine get it.

It wasn't her husband it was the sleazebag Larry Parker. "Well hello slut, happy to hear from me?" he sarcastically asked. "I assume you got home all safe and sound without giving much more tail for your release." She heard him chucking on the other end of the line.

"Fuck off Larry. I'm done with all this. You had your fun but it's over. Stop bothering me." She resolutely told him.

"But baby you're a natural slut. Your cunt gushes the second anyone touched you. Especially with a whip."

"Listen asshole. Listen good. That was the end. If you don't hang up right this minute, I'll go out to the garage and get Bob this minute and let him explain it to you." Sue lied.

"Awe gee slut, I was hoping we could kind of go over some of these great pictures I took of your last couple of days of slutting around. But if you want Bob to join us that's fine." Larry replied, knowing he had just spoken to Sue's husband at his office only a few minutes ago and knew she was lying.

For a second, hearing about possible pictures of her in action distraught the young woman but there was no way she was going to allow this scum to blackmail her. Her husband was semi-aware of her actions and figured her facing Bob would be 10 times better than giving Larry any leverage. "Fuck off. I don't care what you got." She slammed the phone down.

Sue couldn't believe Larry Parker would even consider his hand at blackmailing her. He already knew her husband was aware of most of her activities so what did he think he could do other than to hurt Bob? But then he'd loose one of his best client too. For the next hour, Sue thought about the call. More so she thought about the possible pictures he might have of her over the past couple of days of depravity. "You're a fucken sicko." She muttered to herself when she realized just how wet she was becoming from this reflection of the past days. What in hell was wrong with me? Only a few hours earlier she wished she never started this online submission and already she playing with herself again as she thought about how shamefully she acted and how depraved she was treated.

It turned out, Bob didn't get home until late. Sue couldn't wait up considering the trying night she'd endured. The next morning, they had very little time together before Bob had to leave. He never even asked how her spa experience was. It was best. Sue wouldn't have to lie and her bruises were quickly healing. It would probably be best not to tell him the truth, however she would begin the process of putting an end to her relationship with Strict Master and of course Larry.

Originally her plan was to simply to no longer communicate with Strict Master but as time passed she realized he had just given her what she wanted or suggested she craved. Well maybe a lot more but she would write her report and end it with a farewell message.

Typing the events excited her. There was something about recalling the events as well as imagining anything before hand. The actual encounters were often not as powerful as her fantasies. She realized this was because dealing with much of the intense pain focused her attention while her recall or imagination would stimulate her body's sexual reaction. These stimulations were a hundred times more intense knowing she would or had actually experienced the ordeals rather than just reading a story or reading another's report. If only she could record one of these ordeals and replay it anytime she wanted.

To her surprise, her report came to 14 pages. As she reread it, she played with herself and climaxed three times. The lowly slut, that inspired such reaction was her.

At the end of the report, Sue added a line that said she wished to end this relationship. His assignments had gotten too intense for her and her husband. She thanked him in spite of her mixed feelings and she mentioned how she felt about everything, including her thoughts about her thoughts about a recorded ordeal but realized it was probably out of the question.

Send! There it went. Sue let out a sigh. She would go back to being Mrs. Susan Banks. Summerville resident and neighbor, dedicated wife, and supportive aunt to her niece Pamela. She felt both relieved and yet saddened.

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By the following morning, Susan felt a lot better. No, she had not blocked out what she had done but her resolve was growing. She would dedicate herself to showing her husband just how loving and sexy she could be for him.

It was around 10 am that the doorbell rang. Without checking, she open it to find Larry Parker grinning at her. Her instincts were to slam the door shut but he blocked this. "Get the fuck out of here before I call the police." She said, as she kept trying to close the door.

"Hold on there Susan. I know how you feel but I suggest you at least listen to me before you do anything stupid."

"I told you, it's over. I told Bob everything about this last ordeal and it's cool so take your fucken blackmail pictures or whatever you got planned and shove them up your ass." She shouted.

Susan didn't like the fact that any of her stern words weren't making any impact upon him. "I swear if you don't let go of the door right this minute I will call the cops."

"Fine. I wanted to give you one opportunity to clear the slate clean but while your talking to the cops, show them a copy of this picture with you and those kids from the ball field. Bob may have thought everything is cool but the courts now days don't usually look as leniently upon a slut fucking around with under aged kids." He said tossing a picture on the entranceway floor before letting go of the door and causing it to slam shut.

Susan immediately grabbed the photo. There she was totally naked on her knees blowing one of the boys while the others stood inline for their turn. Larry must have had a zoom lens to capture her so clearly. So blatantly guilty. Her heart pounded as she thought about what he had said. Even for a minute if she could convince the police or a judge of a scenario other than the truth, the case would be devastating to Bob as well as herself. Sue quickly open the door. Larry was half way between the house and his car parked on the street. "Wait!" she called. "Hold on Larry. Please don't do this. I want to stop."

Larry turned slowly. He could not hold back the grin on his face. "Sure you do slut but you got you pay for that privilege."

"Please no more." Sue pleaded. Larry turned and only took two steps before she stopped him again. "What do you want." She asked feeling that sickening feeling in her stomach.

"One party. One wild party so old Larry can show his friends just how he can control a slut like you."

Susan shook. She didn't believe he would stop at one simple party and let her go but if she could at least get the pictures of her with the boys back, she was sure Bob and her could deal with the rest. "Just one party, right? She asked.

"Can't hear you too well babe." Sue invited him in. "No wouldn't want to degrade my best client's home. I'll meet you out back and we can talk on the deck." The idea to push her now that he knew he once again had her was just too much to pass up. "Naked, of course, and with your hands cuffed behind your back like the obedient slut slave you should be. And oh, yah put on those high heels that spell out in flashing lights what you are. You know the ones you told me about while you and Bob were in the forest preserves.

The suggestion hit Susan hard. A few minutes ago she was feeling ok with her life and in an instant this scumbag wanted to turn it back around. "Larry, please, lets just talk. I know we can make a deal."

"I'll wait 5 minutes out back. If you don't come out like a good little cum slut slave like you know you are, then I'll be gone."

Larry didn't even hear what she pleaded as he headed toward the back yard. She was powerless to do anything but what he demanded. Susan quickly ran upstairs and found the pair of handcuffs Bob and her had and the locking pair of heels. She placed the key on the kitchen table for easy access to it. Hastily she stripped out of her jeans and shirt. Susan bit her lip as she ratcheted the cuffs upon her wrists. She was about to step out before she had second thoughts and picked up the cuff's key and held it in her hand.

"Ah now that's the slut we all know and love." Larry triumphly announced as Sue stepped out of the back siding door."

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