Neighborhood Sex and Torture Club
CHAPTER 1
It was Friday night and there was a break in the action. Bill sat
in a large leather chair, gazing at the three naked women he had
bound in various positions in his basement "game" room, reflecting
over the changes that had occurred in his life the past month. When
Connie had confessed that she had been unfaithful and had discovered
her need to be dominated and abused, he had felt his life was over.
Confused, angry, and hurt, he had confided in his next door
neighbor, Rosie, who seized the moment to both educate Bill and
fulfill her own needs at the same time. He still got an erection
when he remembered that afternoon and evening.
It had started innocently enough. He had left the house in anger.
Connie had just destroyed almost twenty years of marriage with her
confession. He was shocked and disgusted. How could he have lived
with such a sick woman all these years and never realized it? Pain
was not something he associated with sexual pleasure. The idea that
someone would enjoy being beaten and abused was completely foreign
to him.
Rosie was working in her yard and noticed how upset he was. She
invited him in for a drink and provided a sympathetic ear as he
related the story Connie had just told him. Rosie was a nurse who
had originally come from England. She had a sixteen-year old
daughter and was unmarried, Bill assumed she was divorced. After he
had related his story he listened in amazement as his neighbor told
him about her early years in England. She had been a slave, one of
many who had made the same choice, in the harem of her Master. He
had thrown her out when she got pregnant with Kim. They had immigrated
to the United States to start a new life when Kim was very young.
He might not have believed her and would have thought she was just
trying to make him think more kindly toward Connie except that she
had goaded and teased him into attacking her. Bill tied her and
spanked her with various objects he found in her kitchen. He abused
her tits unmercifully. It was obvious that Rosie enjoyed the pain,
since she came almost constantly, and kept urging the man to do
more. Bill realized he had never enjoyed sex more, although he
thought it was a little perverse.
Rosie could tell from their afternoon of debauchery that Bill was a
natural Master who just needed some experience to unleash his
imagination and gain confidence in his ability to dominate. The man
also needed some help coming to grips with the fact that many women
craved the domination and used the pain to reach heights of sexual
fulfillment impossible by any other means.
Rosie knew from Bill's story that Connie had discovered this, just
as she had been lucky enough to find out for herself several years
ago. A plan began forming in the back of her mind. If she could
help Connie by turning Bill into the type of husband that could
satisfy her strange new desires then maybe Connie would not mind
sharing him. This way they could both have what they wanted and
needed so badly.
Kim had helped her by walking in on them. Rosie was tied
spreadeagled on the kitchen table showing obvious signs of the
beating she had taken. Her ass was beet red, her tits were tied
tightly and still crisscrossed with red stripes from her tit
whipping. Bill was slamming his hips into her while she moaned and
cried, screaming for him to hurt her some more. Bill was mortified
at being discovered, but Rosie saw it as fate.
She and Kim had a very close relationship. Rosie had seen to her
daughter's education, especially concerning sex. She had wanted to
make sure that Kim grew up with a healthy attitude toward her body
and knew how to get the most pleasure from it. Kim was technically
a virgin. She had not yet had sex with a man, but was well aware of
the pleasures a woman could give another woman. The young girl also
knew how bondage and discipline could serve to heighten the already
intense orgasms she could coax from her firm young body.
After Kim went to her room, Rosie told Bill about her relationship
with her daughter. This greatly eased his conscience. When Kim
became a teenager they came to an agreement. Rosie did not want to
be constantly disciplining her daughter for every minor broken rule
or indiscretion, and Kim did not want her mother hassling her every
day. They decided to initiate a punishment night. All the rules
and expectations were written down and values were assigned
according to the severity of the misbehavior. Each time Kim was
guilty of breaking a rule or was caught in some impropriety Rosie
recorded it but overlooked it at the time. At the end of each week,
usually Friday night, they brought out the list and added the
values. The total decided the penalty, which ranged from assigning
extra chores or withdrawing privileges to more severe punishment
such as spanking, whipping, or caning. Being from England, Rosie
had no qualms about the virtues of corporal punishment.
This system had worked out well for them both and was still in
place although it had evolved over the last two years. Rosie
noticed that Kim was reaching the major punishment stages more
often. At first she had assumed this was natural. Most
fourteen-year old kids tried to stretch their boundaries as much as
possible. As it continued, she realized that Kim seemed to
purposely do something at the end of the week that would ensure her
going over the limit. That was when it finally hit her. She, of
all people, should have seen it. Kim liked the corporal punishment!
After discovering this, she began to watch Kim more closely during
the punishment sessions. What she had surmised was correct. The
young girl usually worked herself around so some blows landed right
on her pussy lips. Rosie had felt guilty when this happened because
she knew how painful it was and had assumed it was her fault. Rosie
thought Kim's gyrations and screams were a result of the pain. Now
she realized that it was because the girl was having an orgasm!
Once Rosie became aware of what was happening she began slowly
expanding Kim's horizons. She added bondage, much to her daughter's
delight, and applied the discipline with more sexual overtones. The
sessions were now blatantly sexual and no longer depended upon the
list of infractions. The truth of the matter was, Kim was so happy
and satisfied with her life that she rarely, if ever, got into
trouble. They had even turned the tables a few times so Kim could
see how her mother reacted to various forms of pain and abuse,
although Kim was not strong enough or forceful enough to really get
Rosie going.
Rosie always made sure her daughter enjoyed several orgasms during
each session. She stopped short of having oral sex with the girl
but brought her off several times with her hands, although most of
Kim's orgasms were a direct result of the pain and bondage.
As she was telling him this story Bill had a hard time keeping his
mind from drifting. He kept seeing the young girl and her mother
tied up and waiting, willing to do anything their Master commanded,
and he was the Master!
The man was so lost in his reverie he almost missed it when Rosie
said, "Tomorrow is her punishment night. Since she spied on the two
of us I think it appropriate that we both administer the punishment.
Actually, I probably deserve some punishment as well, since I
practically forced you into such a compromising position. Would you
honor us by taking the job of judge, jury, and chief executioner for
the evening? If you agree, I can promise that what we did this
afternoon will pale by comparison to what you will experience
tomorrow. It is time for Kim to see how much a man can add to her
enjoyment. I have given her about all that I can. I am, after all,
submissive like her, and there are limits to what I can do. She
needs the firm hand of a man, a Master, to continue her education.
Will you be our Master?"
Bill's answer changed his life. The instant he said yes he became
a Master. The man may have lacked experience, but he more than
compensated for it with eagerness. He went immediately to an adult
bookstore and purchased several books and magazines dealing with the
subject of bondage and discipline. He also spent a small fortune on
various pieces of equipment that sparked his interest and imagination.
After studying the material for most of the night, he
knew he could use his wood-working and carpentry skills to build
more elaborate devices as the need arose.
Connie was confused. She had expected her husband to be angry.
She was prepared for him to ask for a divorce, to be insulting, or
to walk out, but she was not ready for him to go to his basement
workshop and spend the day working at his hobby. Bill had even been
almost pleasant at lunch, although she knew he was thinking about
what she had told him because of the conversation. He asked her
several embarrassing questions about her recent activities, focusing
primarily on what had been done to her and what she had enjoyed
most. She answered truthfully although she was afraid of how the
information might affect him. Her husband seemed much more
interested in what she had done and how it made her feel than with
whom she had been doing these things. Bill never even questioned
her about how she got involved or who she had been with during those
evenings she hadn't been at home. It was very unlike Bill and it
worried Connie.
Bill wasn't the least bit curious about whom Connie had found to
indulge her whims and fantasies, but he was extremely interested in
what she had found the most satisfying. He wanted to know what he
could do to get the best response from a woman and how he should act
to turn them into his total sex slave. Her answers and his
intuition formed the basis for how he began to style himself as a master.
He knew his personality as a master would evolve as he gained
more knowledge and experience but he was looking for a starting
point.
Bill had spent the morning in his basement thinking about how he
would handle the coming evening's activities, and mentally setting
up a few situations he thought would interest the three of them.
The afternoon was devoted to building a few small items he intended
to use that evening and to start on some blueprints for some larger
and more complex devices to use in the future. Connie had as much
as told him that she intended to continue with her new life, and his
experience with Rosie had shown him that he wanted to be a part of
the activity.
By 6:30 Bill had showered, shaved, and packed what he needed for
the evening. He still had a half hour before he was to be at
Rosie's house. Connie had spent most of the day in her room and was
unaware of what her husband had been doing. She was surprised when
he told her through the door that he was going out and would
probably be gone most of the evening. Although she knew she had no
right, it made her angry and she stomped to the door to give him a
piece of her mind. She yanked the door open and walked right into
his waiting arms. Bill had anticipated her reaction and was
prepared . He quickly twisted her around and snapped a pair of
handcuffs on her wrists. He half-pulled and half-dragged her down
the stairs into his basement while she tried to get away and
protested angrily.
"What in the Hell do you think you are doing? Let me go this
instant. You can't do this. I'll call the police and have you
arrested. LET ME GO! LET ME GO, RIGHT NOW!!!"
"Shut-up, Bitch!" he snapped while he slapped her twice across the
face. The blows were not hard, but were enough to split Connie's
lip. A trickle of blood ran down her chin. She was stunned. In
almost twenty years of marriage Bill had never raised a hand to her,
in fact, he had hardly ever raised his voice, and he had just done
both. Connie was afraid she had pushed him too far. If he could
hit her, there was no telling what else he might do. The handcuffs,
the face slapping, and the fear all combined to make Connie tingle
all over. She was truly afraid, but she was also excited.
It was a possibility, remote, for sure, but still possible, that her
straight and boring husband might turn out to be exactly the type
she had been looking for when she sought out the company of other
men. She had found men willing to dominate her. There had been
several who were eager to use and abuse her, but there had always
been something missing.
Connie knew what it was. There had been sex, wonderful, mind
numbing, sex, but there was no relationship. None of the men, or
women, for that matter, had been able to conquer her mind. She had
given her body, but never her soul. Connie had been their toy but
she had never truly been their slave. She was still desperately
seeking the person who would take her and make her their own.
Connie needed a Master. Bill interrupted her thoughts.
"I've got someplace to go tonight. After all you have told me, I'm
not sure I can trust you to stay here, so I've decided to make sure
you can't go anywhere while I'm gone." While he was talking, Bill
had been busy getting his wife situated on one of the devices he had
built that afternoon. It was a large wooden "X" with wrist and
ankle cuffs fastened at each end. He had seen it in a magazine he
had bought. It was called a St. Andrew's Cross and had many
possibilities. The victim could be easily placed on the cross while
it was it was laying flat, then, depending upon which end was raised,
would wind up with their head either up or down. Bill chose
to position her with her head up, since he would not be there to
monitor the situation, and upside down suspensions could be dangerous.
This was also the reason he decided not to gag the woman.
Besides, the basement was so well insulated that she would not be
heard, no matter how loud she screamed. He did decide, however, that
it would be okay to provide her a little distraction and give her
some choice in deciding her fate.
The cross had been built so that a two-inch thick dowel rod could
be inserted right at the crotch area. When Connie relaxed her arms,
her entire weight would be supported by the dowel rod, which would
split her pussy lips. This would become very painful in just a few
minutes. She would have to hold herself up with her arms to avoid
it. Of course, her arms would tire eventually, leaving her no
choice but to bear the pain in her cunt. Before leaving he attached
alligator clips to each nipple with a small cord running from the
clips to the end of the dowel rod. When Connie raised herself up to
relieve the pressure on her pussy, the cord would pull taut, causing
the clips to bite harder into her nipples.
"Poor Connie" he said, chuckling to himself. "She can't win.
She'll have to choose between pain in her tits or pain in her pussy.
I almost wish I could stay here to watch her."
He completed his work on his wayward wife by pulling a hood over
her head. This would disable her visual senses and dull her sense of
hearing. She would only be left with her sense of touch. The effect
of the pain would be exaggerated.
