© 2019, All rights reserved -- mimaster

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Neil grew tired of waiting.

Here he was, developing a master plan to teach his wife the value of patience, and he was anything but. Mostly because he was worked up watching his naughty neighbors through his front window. Felicia had returned home to Jason.

He had no real proof of what was going on, other than from a historical perspective. Felicia had told Ann the stories. Jason had told him similar ones; tales of the lifestyle he and his wife practiced. Namely that of a husband who fantasized about his sexy wife enjoying the physical company of other men, and that wife doing everything she could to turn those erotic wishes into reality, turning them both on in the process.

Neil actually had recent pictures of her in action, fucking him; all part of a day of fantasy Ann had cooked up on the spur of the moment a few weeks before.

So, it wasn't hard to believe that what he was witnessing in front of the Wallace house was along those very same lines. Ann had actually described it to him in detail, having witnessed it herself several times, becoming a titillated voyeur to their naughty behavior. Now he was the one standing there, leering through the glass, seeing it for himself for the first time.

Felicia had just come home, apparently from one of her illicit dates. Jason was eagerly waiting for her. At least that was the likely scenario, based on the limited knowledge one could gain from spying at night at a considerable distance. Most of the information he was using to draw that conclusion came from what he knew to be true about the horny couple.

Felicia had stopped on the sidewalk and motioned for Jason to meet her outside, making him eat her pussy right there in front of their house. That much seemed to be true, as Neil was watching it happen before his very eyes. While he couldn't prove it from where he stood in his living room, he had to assume that her pussy was full of another man's cum.

It was what she did; what they did as a couple. She was the horny hotwife. He was the cuckold husband that encouraged her to behave very badly for his pleasure. And they each loved the other for playing their role. It had been a part of their lifestyle for years. It was also the reason behind their dirty little secret; namely that their three children were most likely not Jason's.

Of course, that wasn't a secret to Jason. He knew. He'd actually been a part of selecting the men he allowed Felicia to sleep with. They wanted a family and yet he couldn't provide her with that. His sperm count had always been extremely low to the point they found it impossible to conceive in a normal fashion. They didn't have the money for in-vitro fertilization and neither one of them wanted to adopt. He was adamant that their kids should have as least some biological attachment to them, even if it were just one of the parents. So, he came up with an idea and she eventually warmed to it over time.

But they had kept that to themselves. No one knew; not even any of the several suitors that might have impregnated her. Certainly not their kids. It was their darkest secret, one that they didn't share for fear of the potential damage it might cause. It stayed that way for decades until their new neighbors moved in next door.

Neil and Ann took that revelation to heart, knowing it had to be hard for them to finally confide in someone, and feeling privileged that they were the ones they finally chose to come clean to after all those years. That opened the door to what had become an incredible friendship. There wasn't much they didn't share with regard to their personal lives. No one was doing it to brag, or to titillate. It was more of a cathartic experience. They saw in each other a kindred spirit, and with the Wallace's being older, Neil and Ann kind of looked at them as surrogate parents... an exciting sexual couple to look up to.

Not that they were looking to emulate what Jason and Felicia did, or had done. It was just nice to know that sex was a subject they didn't have to hide whenever they got together. And it was nicer that they could be open without fear of judgment.

Yet Neil was judging them at that very moment.

"Good lord, will you hurry it up already," he whined as he watched Jason continue to suck his wife's cunt.

Well, he couldn't actually see anything. Jason's head was under her skirt. Although she was holding it there and it was fairly obvious what he was doing, just as it was simple to deduce that she was toying with her nipples. In some ways, not seeing made it much more erotic.

Neil's cock was throbbing. He'd gone two entire days without cumming. That in and of itself wasn't a record. He had gone much longer stretches than that before. But he'd actually been fucking Ann and making her suck his cock. He just wasn't allowing himself to cum. It was abstinence with sex and it was becoming torturous.

That was ironic to him, since he'd been playfully torturing his wife the entire weekend, and yet she was cumming more than she ever had. She'd even discovered an entirely new way to explode, several of her orgasms so intense she squirted. But here he was, in charge, and he was high and dry.

"That's going to end soon," he said confidently as he marched over to the island, opening up one of the drawers to pull out a box. Flipping on the light over the stove he opened the lid, smiling at the contents. Grabbing a pen, he pulled out what he'd been searching for; a pile of postcards, of all things.

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Ann had a particular fondness for writing. She'd loved to send letters to her friends, the idea of taking the time to scribe a personal sentiment in her own elegant handwriting seeming so much more intimate than the phone calls she would usually make. Yet more often, she would write on a postcard. There was something that appealed to her about a short note, where she'd think of someone and jot down a particular thought, liking the spontaneity of it but also the loving, personal touch it showed.

First, it was just that... a short, quick note. The brevity of the words on the confined space was part of the appeal. She had to choose what she wrote carefully, crafting a message that would convey her thoughts in a succinct, yet clear manner. The power of being able to touch someone with just a sentence or two often made her smile inside. It brought those who lived far away closer to her.

There was also the fact that her dad worked for the Postal Service, and it was a way to support him and what he did. Yes, it was a drop in the bucket, but whenever she wrote out a postcard and dropped it off in a public mailbox on a random street corner, or popped it in the mailbox and flipped up the flag to signal the mail carrier there was outgoing mail, she felt closer to him.

Then there was the surprise of it. Not many people used a postcard as an actual way to communicate, particularly when it was a quick 'Hello... just wanted to you know I've been thinking about you' kind of thing. The shock of getting one, especially when traveling wasn't involved, made people feel special.

That was the thing. Ann didn't use them when they were on vacation like most people did, purchasing a few scenic cards from wherever they were as a way to brag about it. She actually found that rather insulting, as if the person that sent it was teasing about being somewhere nicer than she was. Yes, she sometimes used cards with beautiful landscapes or distinct landmarks, but they usually were from a more personal perspective. In fact, almost all of the cards that she kept in her box were from where she and Neil lived.

And that, in a way, was bragging. She was showing off their hometown and the surrounding area, promoting it like an exotic locale. And it was in her eyes. After all, she lived there. She had a way of looking at the natural beauty of wherever she lived at the time, wanting to support it to her far away friends and family. Neil often wondered if she was secretly working for the local Chamber of Commerce. For living in an area where most residents thought of you as an outsider until you'd lived there for twenty years, he was certain Ann was the county's unpaid biggest ambassador.

The last thing she loved about sending a postcard was the fact that it was anything but private. It went through the mail, traveling across the country not in anonymity, but in full view. It was the postal version of exhibitionism, the thoughts conveyed on the back side there for anyone with a voyeuristic mind to peruse at their leisure.

She was certain that no one ever took the time to actually read one in between when she mailed it and when it arrived at its final destination. But anyone that handled it could do that if they wanted, and she found that exhilarating in a lot of ways. It wasn't like she was writing a lot of risqué things on them, but she had before, and she got a kick out of it. She'd even sent several to Neil while he was living at the hotel, hoping to turn him on. It was one of her personality quirks that he found quite endearing.

He knew exactly where she kept them; along with her stationary, the special pens she used, her address book and her book of stamps. They were all kept together in an organized box inside the drawer, along with dozens of greeting cards she bought ahead of time for birthdays, anniversaries, special events, and any other occasion one could think of. She was always prepared to shoot off a note or a card on the spur of the moment. He often kidded her about owning shares in Hallmark, since she went there so often just to stock up.

Taking a page out of her book, he'd opened the box as he took it to the counter next to the stove, smiling when he peered inside. He thought of what to write, smiling when he recalled some of naughtier ones Ann had sent to him at the hotel. It seemed intriguing that he was now thinking about what Annabelle might write if she'd been the one standing there. Yet these were most definitely going to be from him. He just wasn't going to sign them.

Grabbing a handful of postcards, he scrambled out the back, heading down to the crawlspace and unlocking the door. He left the lights off, the darkened dungeon illuminated by just the moonlight coming through the door. Unzipping the tent, he crawled inside. He poked at Ann, who was still awake.

"Yes Master," she said excitedly, hoping he'd returned to finish fucking her, wanting to feel his cum anywhere in or on her sore body. Reaching for her hand, he stuck the pen in it. "What's this?"

"It's a pen," he said bluntly as he held out a cookbook he'd brought with him to use as a backboard for her to write. Placing one of the cards on top, he took her hand and placed it near where he knew the bottom of it to be. "Sign your name, Annabelle."

"Wh...what is it? Some kind of contract?" she wondered, not knowing where his head was at, but fearful that she was getting in over hers now that she apparently had to learn something from what she was experiencing.

"You could say that. Sign it please, and make sure you use your slave name."

"Annabelle?"

"Yes."

She nervously penned her name in ink on the card, following up with a half-dozen more. He left the tent and zipped it up, telling her goodnight once again.

"Master?"

"Yes?"

"What did I just sign? Can you tell me?"

"No. You'll just have to be patient," he said as he closed the door, locking her inside once again.

"Great... he knows how I hate hearing that!"

Back in the kitchen, he went to work. He began carefully creating the first of several he would do altogether. He started by selecting the cards with the best signatures on them; those perfectly placed at the bottom. Then he set about printing the text of his message, choosing his words with purpose, wanting to convey the right tone.

If Ann was known for her incredibly stylish penmanship, Neil was known for his ability to print. He often had people ask if he was an architect or an artist, the letters being so clear and precise. He smiled, seeing how perfect what he was doing would contrast against her beautifully scripted autograph underneath.

He changed some of the verbiage from card to card, tailoring the content to the person he intended to send it to, but the overall message was the same. When he finished composing, he looked up addresses for the first three, finding them in Ann's thick book of friends and family. Then he placed stamps on each of those, readying them for the mail.

The fourth was placed in his lunchbox, knowing he wouldn't have time to mail it and have it arrive where he needed it to go in time. He'd be hand delivering that one, sort of.

The fifth was definitely going to be a personal delivery and he was going to do it right that minute. Putting everything away he looked out the front window when he turned off the light over the stove. Felicia and Jason had finally taken their action inside.

"I hope this works, or I could have one pissed off neighbor on my hands," he sighed nervously as he headed to the door, still not bothering to get dressed.

He walked outside naked, just like he had when he came up from the dungeon to the deck, knowing it was so late it was unlikely anyone would be looking out their windows. Then again, he'd just done that with his neighbors, so who's to say it wouldn't happen to him, especially with there being enough moonlight that he was visible.

Regardless he made his way up the blacktop, climbing the steady incline toward the top of the hill. His mailbox was in front of the Wallace home next to theirs; it was a minor inconvenience since they usually stopped to get their mail in their car when they came home. But there were times, like now, when one of them would make the trip from the house when they hadn't gone out for the day. With it being Sunday... well, early Monday morning, it was empty when he opened it, he having retrieved their mail the day before.

Placing the three postcards to be mailed inside, he closed the front, flipping up the red flag on the side to alert their carrier they had mail to go out the next morning. The upside was it wasn't as permanent as putting them in a public collection box would be. If he'd have dropped them in one of those, there was no retrieving them. This was safer. If his first delivery didn't go according to plan, he could simply scrap the entire plan and think of something else. But as he strode up the Wallace's sidewalk, he was suddenly filled with confidence, empowered by the role he'd been playing the last couple of days.

"Fuck it! I'm going to make it work," he nodded as he rang the doorbell, waiting for someone to answer.

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Ann was having trouble sleeping. The constant throbbing in her nipples reminded her of where she was, and why she was there. Even though she'd removed the twine that had been wrapped around them for hours, she could have sworn at times they were still bound. She even caught herself checking for the strings, going so far as to pull at the ends that were still tied off on her pussy ring to make sure she hadn't just imagined she'd taken them off. Yet the phantom pulsing was still there and she found herself shifting a lot trying to find a position on the air mattress that would allow her to sleep.

Her hand found its way to her mound once again. It had become a nighttime ritual, feeling the area where her soft strip of pubic hair used to be. She could just feel the beginning of some stubble, knowing it would be thicker come morning when she would be made to shave it once again. As her fingers danced over her skin, she sighed. She wasn't upset to the point she was crying like she had earlier that weekend, but she still mourned, the sense of loss more profound than she could have ever imagined it would be. It was like a part of her had died, and only Annabelle was left behind.

Yes, that was stupid logic. She knew that Anna, and Anna Renee were just beneath the surface, not unlike Annabelle had been for years since she let her out to play. Even Ann, the matriarch of all her personas was still with her inside. But outwardly, she was only Annabelle now, and she'd be that way until he released her from the collar she was wearing around her neck.

She took some solace in the fact that she could almost feel the hair growing beneath her fingertips, confirming that it would indeed come back. It already was, hence the morning ritual of shaving it; her daily reminder that she was committing to her Master every day to be his dutiful, loving slave. Normally she cursed the fact that the hair on her legs and pussy grew so fast, never getting a day off from shaving. Keeping her skin smooth made her feel sexy, but it was a chore sometimes. The signs of new life where her strip had been proved that it wouldn't take too long for her to grow it back.

Rolling over onto her back, she stared into the dark. It was pitch-black underneath the house, the heat and humidity making her sweat just lying there. She could feel the beads of perspiration rolling down her skin, almost tickling her. She raised her arms to put her hands under her head, hoping to help her relax from not having a pillow. Crossing her ankles, she closed her eyes and tried to pretend she was lying in a hammock, imagining a cool breeze running over her naked body.

Her ass hurt as it pressed against the mattress, but not enough to keep her from lying on it. Of all the positions she'd tried to that point, this was the most comfortable. Her body was sore, having been twisted and tied, bent and beaten, stretched and spanked, folded and fucked, and so much more. She rarely bruised, but she did have marks on her skin, particularly her ass. Her muscles ached more than they had in years, which made sense since it had been that long since she'd submitted to Neil's naughty whims.

As the restlessness subsided, she tried to put what was happening to her out of her mind as much as possible. She was lying in that hammock and she felt at peace. That is until her eyes snapped open. She sat up straight, cringing as the pains and aches all came back to her. Yet that seemed trivial to the frightening thought that had just popped into her head.

"How the hell am I going to make it through work tomorrow?"

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The glare of the porch light on the front stoop almost blinded Neil. He wasn't sure why it surprised him that it came on, but it did. He had pressed the doorbell three times, knowing his neighbors were home and that they were awake. He'd decided when he pressed it the second time that he wasn't leaving until one of them answered the door.

That someone turned out to be Jason, who answered the door in his shorts, an exasperated expression on his face. His expression quickly changed to shock when he saw Neil standing there naked, his hard cock practically pointing at him.

"Neil... what the fuck are you doing?" he said as he quickly turned off the light. "And why the hell are you naked?"

"He's naked?" Felicia said excitedly as she walked around the corner from the illuminated hallway, wearing only a pair of heels herself. Her big beautiful breasts covered with fresh love bites that may or may not have been administered by her husband. It was unlikely it was him, since she hadn't been home that long.

Their house was styled a bit differently that his. While they were nearly the same size and they were both ranches, the Wallace's' didn't have a great room; instead they had a living room in front that was small and tastefully decorated. Neil took in the site of the beautiful woman leering at him as she strutted across the carpet, accentuating her hips to make them and her tits sway more.

It was apparent from the look in her eyes that while she'd likely been out with one of her many lovers, she was still on the prowl. It was the first time he had seen her naked, other than in the pictures that had arrived at his house the previous week. But those paled in comparison to the real woman exuding everything sex as she stared at the raging erection bobbing up and down in front of her eyes.
"For Christ's sake, Neil... get the fuck in here," Jason whispered, trying to pull him inside by his elbow.

"No thanks, I'm fine. I don't want to interrupt."

"It's a little too late for that, love," Felicia laughed.

"I know... I know. I'm sure your husband isn't happy about me showing up right after you got home."

"You... saw us?" Jason asked sheepishly.

"That's kind of the point of you doing that in front of your house isn't it... the whole idea that someone might see you? I'm probably the only one though."

"I never thought..."

"Yes, you did, sweetie. You know very well Ann has seen you eating me like that. That's one of the reasons I make you do it... because it gets you so excited." Turning her attention to Neil, she leaned against the doorframe, her eyes dancing up and down his hard, muscular body. "So, love... why are you here, undressed like that? Is everything okay?"

"Everything's fine. I'm actually here to talk to Jason," he answered, never taking his eyes off of her.

Jason shook his head in disbelief. "Well I can't tell you how thrilled I am to hear that, considering you're naked."

"Stop complaining, sweetie. I think he looks very handsome," she hissed as she curled a strand of hair around her finger like a teenager flirting, which she most certainly was.

"Yeah, okay," he said with a roll of his eyes. "So, Neil, what would you like to talk to me about while you're naked on my front porch?"

"I was wondering... would it be okay with you if I fucked your wife?"

"WHAT?"

"Mmm... I like where this is going," she purred.

Neil stared directly at Felicia, looking into her eyes the entire time, reading her reaction. But he was talking to Jason when he repeated, "I was wondering if you'd have a problem if I fucked your wife."

"Uh... yeah, actually. I'm pretty certain that I would. In fact, I can't believe you have the nerve to ask me that."

Neil acted surprised. "Really? You already let her fuck me once."

"You know about that?" they said in unison, confirming that they thought it was a secret.

"I've seen the pictures... Ann's mistake for not having them shipped to her at work. So, now that that's out in the open, let me ask again. Jason, would it be okay if I fuck Felicia, or not?"

"Jeez, Neil... you come over here at two in the morning, you're stark naked, and you just ring the bell and ask to fuck my wife? You've got some pretty big balls, buddy."

"I'll say," she said as she reached out, actually cupping them in front of her husband. "Fuck... they're as big as lemons! Would you like to do me right here in the living room?"

"Felicia! I haven't said yes!"

"No, but we both know you're going to. Maybe he'll let you watch."

"Actually... he can't," Neil replied, his voice calm but firm. And they both knew instantly he was serious.

"Well why the hell would I let you do it then?" he asked gruffly, his ire rising with his blood pressure. For the first time, he began to question their friendship, and the fact that Neil knew all about his unusual relationship with his wife. "It's one thing to know about us. It's another entirely to come over here unannounced and try to take advantage of it in the middle of the night."

"This coming from the man that was keeping it a secret from me that he already let his wife fuck me."

"That was Ann's doing, Neil. That entire thing was one of her productions, and she swore us to secrecy. We figured she'd tell you when she was ready to."

"I'll take care of Ann. I know it was all her doing. That doesn't mean you didn't get off on it, though."

"He's right about that Jason. You were pretty excited when I came home."

"That's because Ann punished you like you wanted."

"And because Neil fucked me. Be honest."

Jason sheepishly nodded, but he was still miffed that Neil was there wanting a repeat performance. Neil could see that, which meant he needed to convince him that he really wasn't there simply to ask to have sex with his wife. Well, he was... but there was more to it than that."

"I can see you're upset Jason. I understand that. And normally, I never would have thought to ask."

"Aw," Felicia responded, her lower lip sticking out in a fake pout.

Neil reached down and gracefully removed her hand from his balls, bringing it up to his mouth to kiss the back of it, eyeing her huge diamond wedding ring as he did. "You're tempting, as always," he smiled. "But I don't want there to be any misconceptions. I love you both too much for that. I don't want your husband thinking that I sit around lusting after you all the time, no matter how incredible you are."

"Then why are you here?" Jason asked.

"Because when it comes to my wife, turnabout is fair play. While Cleopatra was her production, this one is definitely mine. Here's your announcement," he said as he handed Jason the postcard he'd written. "More of an invitation, really... but it's not for tonight."

"What?" Felicia asked, now wondering herself why Neil had shown up like he had.

"It's all on the postcard. This isn't the start of something, Jason. I promise. It's more of a one-time thing, really. And Felicia, I can tell you're interested. But your husband needs to bless it. If he does, then perhaps I'll see you tomorrow night," he said as he turned to walk away. "If not, that's fine too. I'll just have to come up with something different. It wouldn't be the first time."

"So, you're leaving. Just like that?" she asked, suddenly a bit upset herself.

"Patience is rewarded, Felicia... which, ironically, is the theme of what I'm doing. Sorry to bother you both, but I didn't have time to wait on the mail. I'll let you both get back to your fun."

Looking up from the card he'd been reading, Jason laughed. "Get back to yours too, buddy!"

Closing the door, Jason laughed again as he saw the look of disappointment on his wife's face. "What the hell just happened?" she asked.

"It's more like what the hell is happening, sweetheart," he said as he was about to re-read the card, this time out loud to his curious wife. "And it's apparently happening to Ann right now."

"Okay, now I'm really confused. Not to mention horny."

"Well that last part goes without saying," he teased. "Here... let me read this to you and maybe it will make more sense."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Felicia,

I'm asking for your help in correcting my biggest character flaw. I am currently in my new dungeon, and will be until I prove to Master that I am worthy to use again. Until then, I need help from other women that can properly fulfill all of his carnal needs. I cannot expect him to suffer while I'm being trained.

I would be forever grateful if you would come to Master's home Monday night at 10:00 PM. He has instructed me to pamper you, and then entertain you until he arrives around 12:30AM. It is my hope that you will agree to spend the night with him, taking my physical place. Since you know how Anna can be, you can use your imagination as to what that means.

Thank you for considering helping me to please my Master.

Love,

Annabelle

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"You're kidding... she wrote that?" Felicia asked, taking the card from Jason's hand.

"I don't think so. I've seen Neil write on enough score cards when we play golf to know he printed it. But she most certainly signed it."

"Well I'll be damned," she said, her voice hushed as she read the card for herself. Turning back to him, she was batting her eyes, pleading with them. "Jason, sweetie... do you mind if I go?"

Knowing he had her at a disadvantage, he grinned. "And what do I get out of it?"

"Fine, you can fuck my ass tonight," she conceded. It wasn't her favorite sexual act to do with her husband. In fact, it was something she held out from him, finding it a turn on that she let her lovers fuck her there any time they wanted instead of him. But on the rare special occasion, she would offer it up as a treat... or in this case, a trade of sorts. While it was an exciting offer, it wasn't enough for Jason.

"I think we both know that was going to happen anyway the moment he showed up and you fondled him. What else do you have to do?" he said with a knowing nod.

Her pouting lip flew out, the childish whine right behind it. "Aw... c'mon. Can't you make an exception this time?"

"You know the rules, Fefe. That's what you get for booking your month so far in advance."

"I have to. It's harder to get guys to commit in the summer."

"Maybe you're just losing your charm," he teased.

She crossed her arms underneath her amble bosom, lifting it up as she shot him a defiant glare. "Vinnie didn't think so tonight."

"Regardless, someone has to drop off the schedule. Who's it going to be?"

Walking into the kitchen, she pulled out her red leather appointment book from a drawer, the calendar noting all of the dates she'd scheduled for the balance of a month that had just really started. Flipping through the pages, she started whining again, her legs wiggling as she tried to choose.

Jason not only accepted Felicia's extra-marital activity, he actually encouraged it. But that didn't mean he just gave her carte blanche to do as she wished. Early on they had agreed to a list of rules they would follow if they were going to practice the lifestyle they both wanted.

One of them was that she had a limited number of dates she could go on during a month. Truth be told, she rarely met that quota any more, what with her babysitting her grandchildren from time to time. But summer was her favorite time of year. For whatever reason she found herself becoming a lot hornier when it got hot out. Unfortunately, it was also when most of her men friends would be busier. So she took the step to plan out her monthly indiscretions further in advance. Ann's invitation was going to put her over the limit. To be allowed to accept it meant she had to cancel with someone else and she wasn't happy about it.

"I don't understand why you can't make an exception this one time," she complained.

"You know very well why. If I do, you'll be finding reasons to make another one... and another one. I know how you are."

"But I promise I won't, Jason. Don't make me cancel."

"I'm sorry Felicia, but we have the rules for a reason... so this never gets out of hand. You have to decide who's more important. It's all about prioritizing. It's either that, or I can cancel one of them for you."

"FINE!" she bitched again. "I'll cancel Stacy. It's at the end of the month anyway... I can put that one off a week."

"Stacy? Who the fuck is Stacy? I don't remember approving you fucking a guy named Stacy!"

"Stacy's not a guy, sweetie. She's a she. I met her at Ann's Cleopatra day," she winked. "And for the record, it doesn't state anywhere in the rules that you have to approve of the women I have sex with."

He grinned. "I didn't know when we agreed to the rules that you'd be fucking women."

"Neither did I. But I can tell by that tent in your shorts that you like the idea. Don't you?"

"Very much."

"Then you have Ann to thank for that. Which means you're agreeing to let me go over there tomorrow night, right?"

"I'm not falling for that again, Felicia. I'm not agreeing to anything until after I fuck that ass of yours."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

It was a little after five, and Neil had just gotten settled into his day at work. It had been another rough start, but it was something he'd gotten used to. That's one of the reasons he needed to make sure he arrived a half-hour early. With it being over an hour into his actual shift, he'd gotten things smoothed out enough that he could sit down and breathe.

It always sucked that he had to cut his time with Ann short when they worked their afternoon hours. When he worked first or third shift, it was a little easier to have fun. On second shift they were always fighting the clock, knowing they each had to stop at some point to get ready for work.

Of course, it was more difficult this time because she was Annabelle and it was hard to let go of the reigns he'd held so firmly over the weekend. The only solace was they were finally working the same hours again, which meant they at least had time together before they went to work. There was also the idea that she had gone to work in character and when he'd get home to her later that night, she'd still be submitting to him.

With any luck there'd be a guest showing up. If not, he now had a backup plan in place which appealed to him in its own way. While he'd enjoyed being Master over his loving slave for the entire weekend, it had been too long since he'd gotten to do that. It was obvious the way his brain was thinking that he still didn't have it out of his system yet.

He sat down at his desk to pencil in the changes he'd made to the schedule. It used to be rare that he had to do that so early in his shift but now it seemed to happen almost daily. Once again, he'd been forced to react on the fly to what had happened before he got to work. Conrad, the supervisor that preceded him, had dropped several balls and it was left to him to scramble to get things back on track.

"When the hell is Jeff ever going to see light with him?" he wondered, thinking about his boss and the lack of accountability he seemed to grant his counterpart.

The results, or lack of them were there to be seen. Not to mention the constant stress and chaos that existed on that shift. That his nemesis was currently working eight to four only made Neil question things more. It was not only there for Jeff to see, Andy, the corporate VP that was in charge of the plant, surely had to know. The turmoil that would take place in one or both of the two daily production meetings would make it apparent to everyone that schedules weren't going to be met.

He put that aside, refusing to sulk or let it get to him. His job was to once again save the day, and that's exactly what he and his crew were going to do. Working second shift was like being the anchorman in a race. It didn't matter how the others on your team did before you. When you were handed the baton, your job was to go as hard as you could and still try to win no matter how far behind they put you. More often than not Neil's crew crossed the finish line first to give the team the win.

He was grinning as he wrote down the changes, knowing instantly that he'd come up with a plan and a backup plan to succeed for the night. That had him thinking about Ann, and what he would do with her later than night. He used the same logic, wanting to account for different scenarios in case they came up. That's what made him good at his job; his ability to adapt and think on the run. Or as he always put it when it came to the sexual games he played with his wife; he was always 'making things up as I go'.

He paused for a moment, wondering what she must have been feeling at that very moment. The grin grew wider, thinking about it.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

In truth, it wasn't as awful as it could have been. In many ways, Neil had taken it easy on her and she knew it. But the fact that she worked in a shop that sold sexy lingerie and recently added a line of leather-wear at her urging certainly played into his hands. So did having worn outfits to work in the weeks prior that modeled some of the things they sold. That was also her idea, although they usually only did that on Wednesday to celebrate the weekly 'Humpday' sales events.

There she was though, on a Monday afternoon, romping around Henrietta's House looking like a bondage slave. That's because she was at the moment although she wasn't really romping. She was having trouble walking on her four-inch black heels, her feet sore from standing on tiny gravel a large part of the weekend, the inside of her thighs burning from being hit with the riding crop so many times the day before.

But that was better than sitting down.

She couldn't. Her ass still burned from the whipping it had taken that morning. And yes, her loving husband used a whip. And not just any whip... he used the one with the cat-o-nine tails that she'd taken out of the package recently so she could use the leather handle to fuck herself with it the day she decided to try self-bondage.

He'd found the empty package at the bottom of their toy chest when he was sneaking things down to the crawlspace. He knew that they'd had it, but he also knew they'd never opened it. He went back to the photos of the day Ann had used a stick on Felicia, scanning them for the other items she'd placed on the island that day. But that whip wasn't one of them.

He finally questioned her about it that very morning, pulling it out as she was bent over the sawhorse once again. The wooden structure had become her familiar friend, holding her up as she took her daily punishment; or working off her debt, as she called it, unable to find a better way for her to frame it in her mind.

She'd been forced to admit why she'd finally opened the package, unable to come up with an excuse. Not that she would have. It somehow seemed thrilling to be caught the way she had. It only would have been better if he had actually walked into the bedroom while she was doing all of that to herself. But having confessed as she had he became livid. Well, not really, but he certainly did his best to make it feel convincing.

He accused her of holding out on him, becoming Annabelle for herself while denying him the pleasure of being her Master. He even accused her of doing it before, knowing she hadn't. But having been caught, the evidence in his hand proving she'd at least done it once, she had no way to convince him otherwise that she hadn't given in to the temptation before.

It didn't help when he reminded her that the reason she used the whip to begin with was that she couldn't find Stanley, the hammer she'd use when she wanted to be particularly naughty. Whenever she used her favorite tool from his toolbox in such a dirty way, she had always been spanked in response. But that was as Anna Renee, a different alter ego. Frankly it was shades of grey, the two characters so closely resembling each other that it would be hard for most anyone to tell them apart.

But she knew the difference, and so did Neil. And when she decided to tie herself to the bed and fuck herself with a whip handle she'd crossed over from Anna Renee. She'd been Annabelle... without him. And in her Master's eyes that needed to be atoned for.

He added two hundred swats to her tally; fifty for looking for the hammer he'd been using in the basement to make her dungeon, fifty for hiding what she'd done from him, and a hundred for denying him the opportunity to play with Annabelle instead of seeking that kind of pleasure herself.

She still recalled him barking at her, his words ringing true when he said, "How dare you try and do this to yourself. No one can make you cum like I can... not even YOU! You think you know, we'll just see how you like it when I deny you the very thing you love so much!"

A shudder ran through her, just as it did when she heard it the first time. She didn't know for sure what he meant, but she gathered two things from it. It sounded ominous, and he was very serious. There were going to more repercussions than just having to endure a couple hundred more swats to her ass.

That was troubling because those happened right away and he used the whip on her. It wasn't pleasant. While it certainly felt good when the handle was grinding in and out of her pussy, she was suddenly on the wrong end. The thick leather strands attached were tied into knots on the very ends by design. It made it look more menacing. As it turned out it made it feel the same way.

She'd been hit with a whip before, but the difference between the first one she bought and this one was startling. From the very first moment she felt it land on her ass, she was thankful that most of their neighbors had likely gone to work and that she was wearing a gag. The tears were like rain hitting the piece of carpet below. It was all pain for the longest time as she stammered, trying to count. She wondered if she were going to have to finally use her safe word. She was certain the marks that were left behind would still be there when she finally got home from work.
Leaning back against the counter in the store, she winced as her rear touched it. But she also smiled, recalling how hard she came when he used the whip between her parted legs. While she didn't erupt like she had been a few times over the weekend, it was still earth moving. And she realized he was right... he truly was the only person on the planet that could do that to her and make her cum that way. She could never do that to herself. He owned her at that moment and she loved belonging to him in that way.

Deliberately pressing her butt against the counter to feel the sharp pain, her pussy became instantly damp. Any discomfort she experienced was outweighed by the feeling of love she had for her husband. She could still see the proud look in his eyes as she finished marking off the tally on the wall, admiring how graceful she'd come through her latest round of discipline.

She could also feel the leather of her shorts constricting against her ass. She was wearing a pair the store didn't carry, but they certainly should. She'd purchased them at the Leather Door, the sex shop her friend Missy worked at in California. Actually, she had several pair just like them in other colors and materials, but the black leather ones had always been her favorite.

They hung down below her hip line, the legs starting right at her crotch; the entire thing less than five inches from top to bottom. The back side showed off the very bottom of her cheeks, and a hint of the crack of her ass, leaving one to wonder how magical the view was in between. The front hid less, especially because of the design of how they fastened.

There was a V-shaped cut into the material, the top portion several inches wide, unable to be closed at all. The opening angled so that it came to a point at her crotch. The shorts tied with a leather lace that crisscrossed over the opening, but leaving the space of the V open underneath for all to see.

They were designed to show off a G-string or thong through the laces, the silver grommets highlighting where the strings threaded through, framing the opening. But Ann always loved wearing them in places where she didn't know anyone. With anonymity she would show off her blonde strip of hair underneath, highlighting the fact that she wasn't wearing any underwear.

She was being made by her Master to wear them to show everyone that cared to look that her mound was suddenly shaved. It was Neil's way of proving to her that she belonged to him, even while in public. Of course, she thought the collar she still had locked around her neck would serve that purpose but as odd as it sounded it was more humiliating to her to not have her signature strip showing like it normally would have. Instead those same golden strands of pubic hair were now inside a silver heart-shaped locket that was dangling from the ring on the front of her collar; a gift from her Master to remind her who was ultimately in charge of her body.

Her look was completed by the leather corset she was wearing. It came to her sides, the back consisting only of leather strings that crisscrossed her body. The front barely held in her breasts, pushing them together and lifting them to create an incredible cleavage. He'd tied it very snug, the leather strings molding into her bare back; making it hard for her to breathe at first. It became somewhat easier as the day wore on and it was amazing how well it matched the style of the shorts. Almost as if they were sold as a set.

Every time she moved, she was reminded in some way of what she had already been through. Some part of her body would ache and her mind would instantly flash to a moment and what he'd done to make her feel that way. Going to work was a much-needed break from the torment he'd been putting her through, but she longed to be back at home, doing whatever his evil mind would come up with next. As she looked at her watch, she sighed.

"I can't stand waiting," she groaned, knowing it would be hours before she would be with him again, her wet pussy in a constant state of arousal because of what they were doing. "I even enjoyed cleaning the fucking bathroom," she smiled, shaking her head in disbelief.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Unlike most people, Ann actually loved cleaning. It was one of her personal idiosyncrasies. Neil thought it was close to a neurotic complex sometimes. She was a clean freak and everything had to be organized and kept in order. As Annabelle he was using that against her in his quest to play with her mind and her emotions. After all, he couldn't just toy with her body the entire time.

When she first accepted the challenge of becoming his slave again, she'd forgotten to turn on the water softener. He'd turned it off to get her into the crawlspace to begin with, knowing she'd go. Once she realized he'd transformed it into a dungeon just for her, she fell right into his trap, submitting willingly. But not remembering to turn it back on meant that it was causing havoc upstairs, back in her real world.

The new sink and toilet he'd installed in the hall bathroom were black. So were many of the tiles in the new shower. Hell, so was the shower curtain he'd put in for her... one that she hadn't known about because she had been held captive underneath the house.

But when he brought her up after she'd finished her morning punishment with the whip, she quickly found out about it and the mess the hard water was making of her precious new bathroom. Everything he'd worked so hard to do for her was literally being stained from the limestone in the water, leaving behind a residue of white film.

"Oh my god," she said under her breath as she saw the results of what just three days had done. And it had barely been used. Well, Neil had used it exclusively but he was the only one in the house. And that only made her upset more. If it was like that with just him after a weekend, how bad might it get if they really let it go all week long.

"You're the one that wanted black. You should have thought of that before you became careless and forgot to turn on the water softener. Unfortunately for you, it's going to be off the rest of the week, so you're going to have to clean this."

"Right now?" she asked, unsure if that's what he meant.

"Yes, right now. We're having a guest tonight, and I don't think you want it looking like this, do you?"

"W... we're having a guest?"

"Well... you aren't. I am," he grinned.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

At least he hoped he would. Otherwise, he'd be going to that backup plan. Not that it was a bad plan. It was an alternative, but that didn't necessarily mean it was second best... or the runner-up. If need be, he could easily see it working out just as well if not better than what he hoped to do. It didn't require the help of someone else. Yet he really didn't want to use it. His heart, and his cock, was set on something else.

But he wasn't dwelling on it like he had other things he'd planned out. He was enjoying how the week had played out so far and since he had an idea that was solid, and a second one that would easily fill the void any night that things didn't work out, he was actually calm about the whole thing. For once it was up to others to panic.

The odd thing was there were other people that actually did panic.

"Hello?" he said as he hit the speaker button to answer his desk phone, knowing the call was coming from inside the plant.

"Neil?"

"Hey Carol, what's up?"

"Pick up the phone," she replied nervously, her voice showing signs of strain. Or she might have been upset; it was hard for him to tell though the tinny sound of the speaker.

"What?"

"Neil, please... pick up the phone," she pleaded.

There was no one else in the office, but she couldn't have known that. That was one of the reasons she insisted he pick up the receiver. She didn't want anyone else to hear what she had to say.

"Hey Carol, what's up?" he repeated as he cradled the phone to his ear.

"Neil... what the hell were you thinking?" she whispered.

"I was thinking I should pick up the phone because you told me to. Why are we whispering?" he said back in a hushed voice of his own.

"Not that! What's with this postcard?"

"Doesn't it kind of explain itself?" he laughed.

"This isn't funny Neil. You sent it through the inter-company mail. Do you know how many times I've had someone open up the stuff that ends up on my desk?"

"You mean Andy?"

"No... he would never do that. I'm talking about before it gets to my desk."

"Well no, I don't know. Why don't you tell me?"

"It happens a lot. Gladys is awful about snooping. That's why we had to start sending things in a sealed envelope... she'll open anything that isn't glued shut!"

Gladys was a sweet older lady the company had hired to be the internal mail carrier in the plant. In addition to handling the actual mail going to and from the postal service, she was also in charge of delivering that and any other company correspondence throughout the facility.

She worked out of the shipping office, driving a golf cart around the plant to pick up and deliver whatever needed to go from one department to another. With the building being so expansive, it would waste too much time if individuals had to hand deliver everything where it needed to go. So, Gladys did it.

The company had large manila envelopes with strings that tied them shut. On the front were lines where one would write the name of the recipient and department of where it was to be delivered. Those envelopes would be placed in one of the dozen or so collection boxes located throughout the plant. Gladys picked them up, threw them in one of the labeled bins in the cart, the back modified to resemble the bed of a small pickup truck, and she sorted and delivered them wherever they needed to go.

Apparently, she also looked through them from time to time. Instead of disciplining her, someone must have decided to just work around the problem by sealing the envelopes shut. While it seemed like a waste of money to some, it came down to being able to prove she was actually taking peeks inside certain ones. Andy decided it was smarter to use envelopes that could be sealed, thinking that if one person was snooping, others could be as well.

The truth was Neil knew all of that. He'd heard the rumors about Gladys and her occasional indiscretion, and he'd circumvented that himself; just in a different way than using the new, more secure envelopes.

"It didn't go through the mail, Carol. I dropped it off on your desk when I came in today. You were out and Andy was in the production meeting, likely fuming about the mess I inherited today."

"Actually... he was," she said, her voice returning to a whisper.

"Really? I was just making that up."

"Well, you have a vivid imagination then. He's fed up with Conrad. So is Jeff. I think they're planning an exit strategy as we speak."

"Oh my god! Are you serious?"

"Yeah, but you didn't hear it from me."

"Okay. Well, you didn't hear from me that Annabelle is back and I've been having some fun with her all weekend."

"You know, I think I may have read something about that," she said as she looked at the card in her hand again, smiling at what it was suggesting.

"Imagine that. Anyway, like I said, I put it on your desk myself, and it's only been there a little over an hour. I wanted you to have it before you left tonight."

"How gracious of you."

"Well believe it or not, this is really more about Ann than me. But you and I would be, you know..."

"Fucking?" she whispered; the excited giggle that followed making his cock pulse.

"Yeah. So that being the case, do you think Barry would mind if you came over to play tomorrow night?" he asked.

"Barry doesn't have a say in it. You know that."

"As unusual as it may sound, I'd like him to bless this anyway. I really don't --"

"Neil, I would never do anything behind his back. But you know as well as I do that when it comes to Ann, he'd never say no."

"Technically, you're really not going to be with Ann."

"Oh, right. She's Annabelle," she giggled.

"Yeah, but that's not what I meant."

"Wait. You mean, I... I'm not?"

"Well, not really."

"So it's just going to be you and me? Fuck... we haven't done that since the day we met, have we?"

"Sure we have. Lots of times."

"I'm talking about fucking, Neil. Not blowjobs and eating pussy. We've only fucked alone that one time that I recall. Ann has always been with us."

"She'll be there. Well, Annabelle will be. But I'm teaching her a lesson."

"And what would that be?"

"I'm still making that up as I go. But it's becoming clearer every day. And for the record, I didn't fuck you. James Bond fucked Holly Goodhead."

"Oh... yeah" she sang happily.

"Can I count on your help?"

"What would I be doing?"

"Fucking me, mostly."

"Why does that sound naughtier than it probably should?"

"Probably because Annabelle is involved. And, you'd technically be fucking around on your boyfriend."

"Not if he knows about it. And like I said, he's never said no to you two before. There's no reason he'd start now."

Neil could think of one. A big one, actually.

Ann had told him that Barry was going to be asking Carol to marry him, on her birthday. And that was coming up in just a few weeks. While he couldn't swear to it, that seemed to alter everything. It wouldn't be a surprise to him that the idea of officially being engaged, and then married, would change Barry's mindset as to what extra-curricular things she did outside their relationship.

Then again Barry was the biggest proponent of the Super Bowl Slut party they held every year. And from comments he'd overheard at the last one, he knew that Barry had been shot down on the idea of actually allowing fucking at the next party. Carol was adamant that it would never become an all-out orgy, and he knew the biggest reason of all was that Ann would never do what some of the other girls were now doing. Now he wondered if that included Carol.

"Do I need to RSVP?" she asked.

"No. If you show up, we'll know why. And I'll know Barry said it was okay."

"Okay. Well, maybe I'll see you tomorrow night then?" she said, a longing sigh escaping as she did.

"Yeah, maybe. Have a great night, Carol."

"You too... and mums the word on what I told you. It wouldn't surprise me if they changed their mind. They've waffled on this subject before, but it is interesting that they're in Andy's office right now talking with Jim."

"Jim White?"

"How many other Jim's do we have here?" she asked sarcastically, referring to the head of Human Resources.

"Huh... surprisingly, none. You'd really think there'd be more, wouldn't you?" he answered, finding it remarkable in a company that size, there were no other guys with such a common first name.

"I've never given it much thought to be honest. I just know there's only one Neil, and I'm excited about the idea of spending some time with him tomorrow."

"Okay... but mums' the word on that too."

"Anything you say, Mr. Bond!" she teased sarcastically.

"Careful, Dr. Goodhead, or I might have to teach you a lesson too."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Neil was actually thinking about James Bond as he drove home. It had been a long time since he'd pretended to be that fantasy character. It had been far longer than he'd gone without Annabelle. As a matter of fact, he'd actually never reprised the role since its initial appearance.

"Shit, I'm George Lazenby," he realized, the actor that played the iconic spy just once in the movies coming quickly to his mind. "I've always pictured myself as Connery, and it turns out I'm Lazenby!"

It didn't really bother him. After all, On Her Majesty's Secret Service had always been the most underappreciated of the Bond film catalog in his eyes. Lazenby had tough shoes to fill and it didn't help that Connery returned for the next film. But he did the character, and the franchise proud. It was certainly far better than the last few turns Roger Moore took playing Bond; especially his last movie, the only endearing thing about it being the title song performed by Duran Duran.

But Neil found it odd that he'd only done that character once, and technically, he hadn't done it with Ann at all. He performed it for her, his co-stars being Tina and Carol.

"I wonder if they're going to do another one," he asked out loud as he pulled into the driveway, realizing not only had he not played the role again, neither had anyone. It had been just over three years since the last movie came out, and it seemed like it was long overdue for the famous MI6 agent to return to the silver screen.

He set that aside, knowing it was a thought for another day. It had occupied his mind on the way home, but now that he was there his attention returned to the woman he loved, and what scene might be awaiting him once he walked through the door. It was a much different character than that of a British spy, but it was one he seemed born to play. That was actually a bit of a stretch, but he was thinking that way as he opened the front door to the house, skipping going through the garage like he usually would.

He was excited to see Felicia had accepted the invitation Ann didn't know she'd sent. He was just as thrilled that Ann had accepted her responsibilities as hostess, having found the detailed instructions he'd placed on the island after she'd left for work. She was on her knees, Felicia sitting on the loveseat with her legs spread wide. Ann was between them, licking her beautiful neighbor's pussy.

It was quite a sight to walk in on. Neil played it off at first, walking past them, closing the door as Ann continued her task. He'd warned her in the note not to shirk her duties and she kept her nose buried where it was between Felicia's legs.

Putting away his lunch cooler, he grabbed a beer from the refrigerator and sat on a barstool, taking off his shoes and socks before shuffling through the mail. It was not unlike any other time he came home from second shift. Ignoring what was going on in the living room, he downed his lager, nursing it slowly until it was finished. In that time Felicia came twice and it was rather obvious she'd cum a few other times prior to him coming home.

Felicia had arrived at the front door at precisely nine o'clock, holding her autographed invitation in her hand. Ann answered door in just her collar, having been told to remove all her work clothes. She had spent some time cleaning herself up, but she had to do it with a washcloth, forbidden to take a shower or a bath in the house. The only shower she was allowed to use was the one in the crawlspace, and as she found out it wasn't hooked up to the hot water heater.

The thought of a cold shower didn't appeal to her. Neither did having to go to the crawlspace to begin with. She'd already spent too many hours down there by herself. She didn't want to look at the tallies on the wall, reminding her that even though she'd put many marks on it, she still had hundreds to go.

She made herself a light dinner and after she ate and cleaned up the kitchen, she went about preparing for company, not knowing if anyone was even going to show up. Her heart skipped a beat when the doorbell rang an hour later and she came out from the back of the house, fearful of whom might be there knowing she was supposed to answer the door naked.

She was relieved it was Felicia at first, thinking that perhaps she had just come over to visit. After all Neil hadn't told her who might be coming or what time. He'd even been vague in the note as to whether anyone might be showing up at all. It was part of his plan B in case Felicia didn't show. But when she walked in and handed her the postcard, Ann knew she was asked to be there... because she'd signed the card.
Two things hit her at that very moment. One was that whatever Neil had planned, it was actually going to happen. The other was that she remembered signing her name to at least a half dozen cards. And that meant this might be just the first night of many where she'd have to pamper and entertain a guest.

Ann wasted no time. Once she saw the card she knew what she needed to do, even though Felicia didn't. The invite itself, while exciting, didn't offer her a lot of details. She was to arrive at ten, something Ann was quick to note.

"You're early," she said as she read the card a second time.

"I know. I couldn't wait any longer."

"Very well... let me get you ready for my Master," she smiled.

Felicia was indeed excited. She'd had to sacrifice an upcoming night with Stacy. She was hoping to make up for that by showing up ahead of time. She would spend a couple of hours letting Ann 'prepare' her, and then she was going to get her pussy licked. That and she had the option of spending the night with Neil.

It started with Ann giving her a bath... in the new bathtub. She stripped Felicia's cloths as she drew the water, making sure it was the perfect temperature. She was told put in some bath oil that she knew her husband loved. It was his favorite, and she'd use either the oil or more often a body lotion of the same brand, taking far more showers than she did baths. But giving Felicia a bath was much more conducive to what he had in mind.

Not only did she bathe her, using a sponge to cover her entire body, she also shaved her legs and pussy, making sure they were silky smooth. She left her hair and makeup alone, not wanting to spoil the allure that Felicia had done for her own self-confidence, but she did have to do several other things to make her presentable for her Master once she finished giving her the bath.

First, she had to dry her off. After that she had to spray Felicia's body with her signature perfume. It was something she held as a dear secret, knowing the combination of the bath oil or lotion she used and the perfume created a scent that Neil found sexually alluring. She cringed at the thought of another woman offering the aroma she used to turn him on, especially since in comparison, she felt she was filthy.

She was allowed to clean herself properly for the first time that morning, having spent the weekend only being allowed to shave her body bare and put on some deodorant. She'd been hosed off a couple of times, but until she was made to take a cold shower after she'd been whipped that morning, she hadn't come close to a bar of soap or any shampoo. And after being at work, perspiring from her tight outfit and the humidity in the air, and frankly from her pussy leaking what seemed like all day, she felt anything but fresh.

She had been forbidden from wearing any perfume to work, Neil insisting she only do the bare minimum, that being the antiperspirant. And he'd made sure she was using an unscented version. But she was allowed to apply her makeup like a slut would, and somehow that actually helped with her self-confidence. Still she felt naked not wearing any kind of fragrance.

The washcloth helped when she had cleaned herself in the bathroom an hour or so before Felicia arrived, but with only the unscented antiperspirant, she was truly going au naturel in more ways than one. And now she was forced to give Felicia a scent that was enticing to her husband, using her own magical blend to do it.

Once she had her smelling the way her Master wanted, she had to help her with her appearance. No, she wasn't going to style her hair or change her basic makeup. But she was did have to paint her nails a specific color of red; one that matched a specific shade of lipstick that Neil wanted; a lipstick that she would meticulously apply to Felicia's lips. Again, each of those items were somewhat personal to her, as they went perfectly with a sheer, lacy red cover up she loved to wear whenever she wanted to feel her sexiest for her husband.

Now Felicia was wearing it, although it was open, showing off her naked body underneath. Those freshly painted fingernails were digging into Ann's hair, holding her head to her pussy. Her manicured toes were curling as she started to cum again, her red lips forming an 'O' as she let out a long, sensuous moan.

Neil let her finish cumming, standing up to watch the end. He didn't wait to ask Felicia if she was going to spend the night. He took charge just like he'd done the last few days.

"Bring her to my bedroom, Annabelle," he commanded, walking down the hallway, taking his shirt off along the way.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann kneeled in the corner, her arms tied elegantly behind her back at her wrists and elbows once again. She was amazed at how efficient her husband had become at using the ropes. Somehow, perhaps because they were thicker it seemed he had some magical power over them. He was able to thread or wind or tie them however he wanted as if he'd been doing that sort of thing all his life.

That thought made her smile. His many talents never ceased to amaze her, whether they were hidden or obvious. He seemed to cover all points along the spectrum. He was incredibly athletic and he was also ridiculously smart. She was captured by the artistic eye he had behind a camera, or his knowledge of wine and music. The lawn was always immaculate, and he was actually a very good cook. There didn't seem to be a household task that he couldn't handle. From installing an island and dishwasher, to remodeling a bathroom or upgrading the garage, the results always looked professionally done.

He'd taken the same care and used the same dedication to create the playroom that was directly underneath where she was squatting. He'd done some plumbing, installing a working sink, shower and toilet. He'd ran wiring, putting in new lighting and a couple of outlets. He'd shown his extensive skills at carpentry, creating a sawhorse and Saint Andrew's cross from him to use. There were dozens of other things he installed or modified or built to create her dungeon.

That he'd taken her notion to heart wasn't lost on her. She'd playfully called the crawlspace the dungeon from the moment they moved into the house. She'd be lying if she said it had never actually crossed her mind to imagine what it would be like to transform into Annabelle and be used in that dark, musty space in the way a dirty slut deserved. That he created a magical room specifically designed to make that a reality actually made her feel special.

She looked at him with awe as she watched from her spot near the television, her pert, perky breasts adorned with the heavy nipple clamps they'd used the very first time she'd become Annabelle. Her thighs rested against her calves, her knees spread wide to show off her bald, wet pussy. She was the perfect image of an obedient slave.

Not that he was returning her stare. He was too busy on the bed.

She looked on, jealous of Felicia. It was genuine jealousy at the moment, what with her cumming for the third time as Neil slowly ground his hips back and forth. His hands were gripping his neighbor's ankles; or his lover, as he kept calling her. Ann knew it he was using that affectionate label deliberately, hoping to get under her skin. It was working.

He was spreading Felicia's thighs apart with his strong arms, the muscles in his upper back and shoulders showing their amazing definition as he grasped those lower limbs tightly. His ass looked so powerful, the cheeks hollowing on every stroke forward, pushing his thick, pulsing cock deep into her dripping pussy.

He was on his knees, spreading them slightly to bring him closer to Felicia's taut ass. He had lifted himself up, tilting his pelvis to better align with hers perched high up on a pillow to provide him better leverage. Ann could see his heavy balls gently swaying underneath, knowing there was a huge load of cum in them. Cum that she wouldn't be feeling in her pussy... or her ass, or anywhere. That made the envy grow inside her heaving chest; her hands clenched in fists behind her back as she stared helplessly.

The ball gag in her mouth was making her drool incessantly, a thick string of saliva hanging from her chin, dripping onto her flat stomach. Her eyes watered, misty from the emotion of seeing her husband make love to someone that she wished were her; made all the worse by the scent she was wearing and the way she'd been prepared for him.

When Felicia's climax settled, her left hand went to his ass. Ann could see those perfectly painted nails as she dug them into his cheek, begging him to take her harder in their moment of passion. She eyed the wedding ring on her finger, a tear running down her face as it hit her once again what he'd done, unable to come to grips with how shocking it was.

Her right hand moved to her own ring finger, feeling where her ring once was, knowing it was as bare as her bald mound. He'd taken hers off, putting it in her jewelry box. It was just the latest thing he'd done to strip away her identity as Anna, making sure she knew she was Annabelle, and that she belonged to him.

She cried when he removed it after he'd tied up her arms, asking when she was going to get it back.

"When you're done, Annabelle," he replied calmly as he placed it in the box on her dresser.

"Done tonight?"

"Done this week," he said at the time as he climbed into bed with Felicia, taking her into his arms, kissing her passionately.

"B... but what will people say at work when they see me without it?"

"Love slaves wear collars, Annabelle. That's what tells people you belong to your Master."

"I... I know. But they're still going to be looking for a ring."

"If you think they need to see a ring, show them the one in your pussy. After all, it matches the one on my hand," he laughed as he rolled Felicia on her back and moved up her body, letting his cock dangle over her head.

Ann whimpered, the tears beginning to fall as she watched her friend take her husband into her mouth, her perfect red lips smiling as she began sucking greedily at his shaft.

It was well over an hour later and she witnessed Felicia's other hand curling around Neil's neck, pulling him to her, those same red lips meeting his. She groaned at the lipstick making her mouth look so inviting. It was the perfect brand, one she'd found almost by accident. She loved how it seemed to last forever, even when she'd have sex. Yes, it would leave behind perfect lip prints, but she'd found she didn't have to reapply it nearly as often as other brands she'd tried.

Now she was angry that she'd had to share it too, along with Neil. That was her husband...her lover! And he was using her cock on someone else. At least that's the way she was thinking of it at the moment. And yet it was Felicia who had sucked it earlier, those red glossy lips wrapped around the shaft, making him groan with pleasure. That had Ann raging inside.

She normally wasn't like that. She'd willingly shared him many times. Hell, she'd let Felicia ride him just a few weeks before. But that was her idea and she was controlling the action. Now she was in the corner, her collar chained to the TV stand behind her, and she was forced to watch. He was in total control and he was making damn sure she knew it. As she looked on, unable to tear her eyes away no matter how much she wanted to, she knew there was much more to come. She'd signed a lot more postcards than just the one Felicia presented her at the door, and there were a lot more days left in the week.

Neil kissed Felicia deeply, his hands letting go of her ankles. Letting them slide up, he hooked her knees with his elbows, bending her up onto her back.

"Oh fuck! Yes! Pound my pussy lover! Pound my pussy with your fat cock!", Felicia growled, her voice low and gravelly as she called out that pet name like he'd instructed.

He leaned forward, his balls slapping against her ass as he began ramming harder. His thighs were bulging, his ribs straining as he used his cock like a piston. Ann felt her pussy dripping again, and she cursed knowing she was turned on by the sight of what they were doing.

"Dammit... he's so fucking sexy," she admitted as she watched his ass move, along with just a hint of his glistening shaft as it moved in and out in a blur.

It was hard to be mad at him when she'd perpetuated this lifestyle for so long. She actually loved their life together, knowing she'd never be happy if they weren't true to who they were as a couple. But he'd pushed her buttons perfectly this time. She longed to be the one he was drilling with his perfect cock, and as much as she loved Felicia, she felt anything but that for her at the moment.

Feeling his cock start to swell, Felicia knew what was about to happen. She'd been with too many men not to know the signs. "CUM FOR ME LOVER! CUM IN MY PUSSY!"

He lurched forward, ramming home one last time, his thighs and hips flexing as he pumped his seed into her womb.

"AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!" he groaned before collapsing on top of her.

As it turned out that was the easy part for Ann to watch. It was the playful, loving cuddling they shared over the next ten minutes that she found unbearable. They kissed, and stroked, and touched. And worse, they giggled. They were acting like actual lovers, coming down from the incredible high they'd just shared. Ann felt the pit in her stomach become a well of despair. She knew Annabelle was a part of who she was and she loved being her for him, even though she knew she was going to be tested in ways she couldn't fathom. This was so much more difficult to take than the whip he'd used on her that morning. Yet she knew she had to watch. She'd been warned what would happen if she didn't.

Finally tearing himself away, Neil slipped his half-hard cock out of Felicia's pussy. Hopping off the bed, he walked over to Ann, slipping the ball gag from her mouth. He noticed the tears on her face, but he ignored them, placing the tip of his cock against her lips.

"Clean it," he ordered as he gripped her hard by her hair, pulling her face forward.

She opened her mouth, feeling him fill it with his cock, tasting his cum for the first time in days. But she also tasted Felicia, the tangy mixture of the two making her shudder inside. He pressed his hips forward, ramming more of his shaft past her lips. She wasn't surprised that it started to grow, becoming fully hard again in what seemed like seconds.

He fucked her throat, making her press her face against his belly, holding it there. She was forced to breathe through her nostrils and with it came the scent of her favorite perfume mixed with the bath oil, the aroma now on his skin from fucking Felicia for well over an hour.

Holding her still, he detached the chain from her collar, leaving it on the floor as he pulled out. She was pulled to her feet by her curly brown locks, something she rather expected. Dragging her toward the bed, he nodded toward Felicia, who lewdly spread her legs, showing the thick white cum he'd left there. It was like it was mocking her as she watched it ooze from her well-fucked hole.

"Now clean her... but don't swallow. You're still not worthy of my cum. I want you to feed it to our guest," he said as he pushed her forward onto the bed, her tits landing on the mattress, forcing the clamps pinching her swollen nipples into her body.

"Yes, Master," she groaned as she attempted to crawl between Felicia's legs, having to drag her upper body along the mattress without the use of her arms. "At least now I get really to taste it," she smiled to herself as she dipped her tongue past the splayed lips of her slutty friend's pussy.

Felicia sighed when she felt Ann's talented tongue rake through the folds of her pussy, her hands instinctively going down to hold her head there. Her back arched as she lifted her legs, bending them at the knees. "Oh God... that's it, Annabelle," she cooed. "You're such a good slut!"

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann was having trouble sitting still. It wasn't just that her ass was as raw as she could ever remember, but that was certainly one of the reasons. Simply driving had become a painful experience, her fleshy bottom having been abused once again that morning. Since it was now ten hours later, it spoke to the physical torment she'd endured not just that day, but the last seven.

It was early Friday evening, and she'd just gotten off work for the week. Even though she would have normally been excited to start her weekend, she was an emotional wreck. She'd had trouble concentrating all day, worried that the skimpy leather miniskirt Neil had made her wear to work was showing far too much. She cursed herself for every buying it, knowing it was two sizes too small, but loving how it looked in the bedroom. It never occurred to her at the time that she would have ever been forced to wear it in public.

Actually, she had envisioned that very sort of thing when she bought it. But she'd been thinking of how fun it would be for her to wear it somewhere where she wasn't from, teasing him with it as the played some kind of exhibitionist game they both loved. But this was different. She was wearing it in the town where she lived, in the very place that she worked. And while it was a store that sold sexy clothes, many of which she modeled from time to time, she never dreamed she'd be wearing that microscopic skirt like she was.

As soon as he pulled it out of the closet for her that afternoon, she knew she wouldn't be allowed to wear anything underneath it. She hadn't been allowed to wear underwear all week so there was no reason to believe that he would change that stance now. But of everything he'd picked out for her to wear to work during the week, all of them being something that could be considered bondage themed, this was the first time she had been nervous.

Maybe nervous wasn't the word. Scared shitless was more like it. The thing was so small it left her with few choices on how to move and how to stand, all of them being poor. She was either going to flash her very wet pussy, or she was going to show the very bottom of her red, marked ass. And that was just standing. She couldn't bend or sit, knowing both options would show even more. Bending would flash her entire ass, and likely her pussy. Sitting would certainly show her bald mound even if she kept her legs snapped shut. She couldn't even squat; the material riding up her thighs to show everything between her legs.

That had her self-conscious the entire time she was at work. She knew she couldn't be flashing her pussy around knowing that even though she was employed at a private business that basically made it's living on selling sex, it could lead to some kind of trouble. But that somehow seemed better to her than offering glimpses of her ass. As much as she loved that part of her body, feeling it was her best feature, the idea of people seeing it in the shape it was currently in made her cringe.

It probably wasn't as bad as she made it out to be... the skirt that is. She'd shown an extra glimpse every now and then but she'd been careful, making sure she didn't show anything up front. From behind to most looking it would have appeared as if she'd had a G-string on. But she knew better, and being naked underneath had her tingling to the point she couldn't sit still as she drove home.

She was certain people had seen her ass cheeks. It hadn't happened often but there was no way with the cut of the miniskirt that she could hide her butt the entire day. She knew most of the stares she'd gotten were because of her nipples, which he'd tied again with the little lassos of a piece of the coarse string he'd used before. They poked obscenely into the thin silk of the black cropped tank top she was wearing, and they seemed to be three times their usual size, throbbing most of the day along with her ass.
They were at least covered, though. It was the idea that her ass was partially visible from time to time that concerned her. She'd never minded flashing a bit of cheek, but doing so meant she was showing what Neil had finally done to her. It was odd because she didn't want anyone else to see, yet she'd never been so proud of herself than she'd been morning. Just thinking about it as she drove home turned her on again.

She'd been disciplined every morning since she'd become Annabelle, having to work off the debt she'd accumulated by being bad. Bad in that she'd kept Annabelle neatly boxed up on the shelf of personas she kept in her closet of sexual fantasies, not letting her out for her Master to play with for literally years. She'd also had a couple of other slip ups that added to her total. Not big ones, but enough to remind her that she needed to stay focused.

He'd used another paddle on her one of the days. On another he'd used her original whip, which was much easier to take than the one with the huge leather knots on the end. He'd even used her riding crop earlier in the week. It hurt, but she had such fond memories of how it felt to cum whenever he used it on her pussy. Unfortunately, that didn't happen that morning, or any other. But she came damn close. Agonizingly close.

The fact was, she hadn't had an orgasm since Felicia came over the first night of the work week. Neil allowed her only one, making her get herself off in front of their neighbor. She didn't get to use her hand or a toy. With her arms tied behind her back it would have been difficult to do either of those things anyway. Instead he made her straddle one of the many decorative pillows they kept on their bed; one that had a rather rough fabric. She was told if she wanted to cum, she had exactly three minutes to grind her pussy on the pillow.

Her protest was met with him looking at his watch, replying how she'd already wasted fifteen seconds bitching and that a good slut could cum quickly if she needed to.

Then he floored her by saying, "And you better make this one count, because you're not going to cum again until the weekend."

Thankfully she was able to cum. In fact, she came hard, drenching the pillow with her huge flood. But she actually became embarrassed that she'd done it so fast, not to mention being humiliated by having to do it in front of Felicia. The only saving grace was that Neil allowed her to take the pillow with her to the dungeon. He wanted to remind her of just how big of a slut she really was. She didn't care at that point, because wet or not, she finally had something to lay her head on when she slept.

The lack of being allowed an orgasm had started to weigh on her though. That was part of the reason for her being so restless in her seat as she drove home. There was also the fact that her ass still felt like it was on fire.

Neil had made her go out and get a switch early that morning, leaving the comfort of the dungeon to trek out to the side of their yard and retrieve a branch off one of the many wild bushes that bordered their property. She came back with one similar to the one that Stacy had picked out to use on Felicia, part of the Cleopatra day she remembered so fondly. But she knew Neil recalled it too, having seen pictures of the stick she'd used, knowing that if she didn't get one that was very close to it things might only get worse.

It was hard to imagine though. Enduring the blows of that stick was the single hardest thing she'd ever done as Annabelle. He'd used it intently, knowing she could grunt three times and stop everything if it was too much. And she almost did once. Her ass throbbed with her heartbeat, which was racing. The sting was agonizing and while she couldn't see from the way she was bent over the sawhorse, she could actually feel the telltale welts rising on her buttocks along with the heat.

She could also feel the wetness running down the inside of her thighs in a steady flow, her whimpers and screams behind the gag telling a different tale than what her pretty little pussy was saying. But he held back, not in the severity of the blows but in the number he'd told her he was going to administer. He knew instantly when the first strike landed that a hundred was way too many. Hell, so was half that. He settled on thirty, if for no other reason than it seemed right.

He hadn't told her of his change of heart and when he stopped, she blinked, as if asking why through her tears. His hand ran across the back of her ass, feeling the head emanating from her skin; the maroon welts startling to his eyes. Reaching between her legs he felt her wet pussy, his thumb brushing against her clit. She moaned, her body shuddering from his touch. She was so close to cumming it wasn't funny.

"Even after that, you're so turned on," he said with a shake of his head, amazed as he looked at her face.

He wasn't going to pretend to understand it. He wasn't even going to try. He'd given up on those psychological journeys long ago. The fact was that for whatever reason, Ann loved what he'd just done to her. And he loved her enough to push her there. It was all about the trust they shared and accepting that while he might not fully recognize the logic or reasoning behind a particular fetish, it didn't mean he was incapable of seeing it existed and that it was irresistible for the person involved.

All he had to do to convince himself of that was see the glowing smile on his wife's face. Yes, it was a smile behind a ball gag, but she was beaming in her own incredible way. When he commented on how turned on she was in spite of what he'd just done to her, she nodded and sighed happily, never taking her teary eyes off of his. It was such a contradiction of emotions she was showing and he smiled realizing such paradoxes were abundant in the world they were exploring beneath the house.

What he didn't know was just how close Ann actually was to cumming when he'd stopped. She'd worked herself into such a state of commitment to her purpose as his slut that every blow was making her engorged clit vibrate. Some of that came from the way she was pressing her body into the sawhorse, the resistance it created reverberating through her body as she felt the switch land each time against her raw flesh. She wanted to scream out and beg him to continue. She was convinced all it would have taken was five more. She was so desperate to cum she would have willingly accepted ten. But she knew later that he'd made the right decision. Five more and he likely would have broken her skin. Ten and she would have been bloodied for certain. He put her safety above her pleasure, reading her better than she had herself... like he always seemed to do.

Still she was thrilled that he'd gone through with using the switch, worried he might shy away from something that appeared so brutal on the surface. She was even more thrilled that she'd found a way to focus her mind through the pain and not have to give him a signal to stop. She was just as thrilled that evening, checking her butt in the mirror of the bathroom before she left work.

The welts were still there and would be for quite a few days, but already there was a change. They'd lightened a bit. She thought at first it was the lighting in the bathroom but the more she looked, the more she was convinced the deep purple in them had changed to a dark shade of red.

That was significant to her. She seldom bruised. It was one of the quirky traits that ran in her family. And while this was likely going to be an exception to that rule, she knew that her body always healed very, very quickly. That's what she saw in the reflection. She hadn't expected to come out of the week unmarked. In many ways she wanted to be. In her mind, she earned them. Even hours later, she was ecstatic with how she felt about all she'd done that morning and so far that week to accept her discipline.

As her car crossed the one-lane bridge near their home she had a shiver run through her as she turned the wheel, one hand crossing over the other as she made the turn. She shifted again in her seat, wincing as a different part of her ass started hurting. But that was just physical. Her shiver and the reasons behind it came from the other areas of being Annabelle that her Master had been testing.

She'd seen her hand while steering, her finger still without her wedding ring, and that made her anxious. She hated being without it. She felt naked. She would have rather let everyone at the store see her entire ass at any moment during her day than to be without her ring. But she had been that way all week, starting with the first day she returned to work.

"At least that's over," she sighed, thinking about not having to go back to work until Monday. But that only led to another tremble, as she wondered, "Who's coming over tonight?"

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

She puttered about the house, doing the chores on her daily list of things her Master wanted completed each night. She had to complete them the way he wanted and they had to be done in a specific order; all part of his focus on getting her to become more efficient. The thought of her new nightly routine came to her, comparing it to the one she carried out each morning. In truth, she loved the discipline involved in both and the structure they provided. She was a creature of habit. She already had rituals she'd do every day. But he'd taken those away, replacing them with things that were uncomfortable and somewhat demeaning. Yet she eventually took solace in them. For someone so goal oriented, it was better to have any routine than none at all.

Of course, the most striking difference in the morning was the official punishment she'd receive; having to bend over the sawhorse while her Master administered her daily whipping, spanking or paddling. The disciplinary sessions weren't the worst part, however. After all, she knew they were coming and she could prepare for them. It was being ingrained in that routine that allowed her to find a space in her head to handle what essentially had been a severe caning that morning, and nearly cumming during the experience. No, the worst part was how she'd been waking up every day.

Like the evenings when she came home, she had also been given instructions for what to do each morning. She was worried at first, knowing it was going to be completely dark in the dungeon and she didn't have an alarm clock to wake herself.

When Neil had taken her back to her tent after she'd cleaned out Felicia's pussy and fed her his cum that first night, he told her that she needed to get herself ready the next morning on her own. She could take a shower if she wanted to, but she was to eat her breakfast and then prepare herself as she had in front of him over the weekend. That meant she was supposed to give herself her morning enemas, shave her legs, pussy and underarms, and put on the unscented deodorant. After that, she was to wait for him to come discipline her. That meant bending over the sawhorse until he came to get her.

"Do you understand, Annabelle?" he asked as he went to zip her up in the tent.

"Yes Master. But... how will I know when to wake up?" It was a legitimate question. After all, the toll on her body and mind had been so exhausting he'd had to wake her up every day up to that point.

"You'll know, Annabelle. Trust me, you'll know."

She figured it out the next morning, awakened by the sound of the bed squeaking above her head, followed by the telltale moans of a woman in ecstasy. Neil was fucking Felicia, and fucking her hard. She was obviously cumming in response. It was the other side of the sexual scale. She'd had to endure watching them make love the night before, only to be roused and having to listen to them fucking. It was hard to determine which was worse.

Ann had no idea what time it was, but since she felt semi-rested, she knew that was the wakeup call he'd alluded to.

So she got up and got ready. Once she'd eaten and cleaned herself up inside and out, she found herself bending over the sawhorse, waiting for him to finish.

And that was officially the hardest part for her. She knew he'd never know how long she'd been there like that. In fact she could have waited until she didn't hear them in bed anymore, and then assume the position over the wooden beam. He'd never really know. But she would, and that suddenly mattered to her... a lot.

Like her husband, she viewed honesty as the backbone of their marriage. And while she may not have had her ring on her finger at the moment, she did have the one decorating her pussy, and that suddenly meant something too. It connected her to him, because he said it did.

She recalled a life lesson her father had taught her when she was little. "Character, Anna, is who you are when no one is watching," he'd said.

She could hear his voice saying those words and she tried to live by that creed, wanting her integrity to shine through. It was certainly odd that it came to her when she was naked and willfully living the life of a devoted sex slave. One never knows where those lessons that are learned in life will be applied. It only matters that they are.

So she did as she was told. She got ready and bent her sore body over the sawhorse, waiting for him to finish fucking Felicia. It seemed to take forever, her slutty neighbor cumming several times. Neil only came once. Shortly after he was opening the door, smiling as he saw his adoring Annabelle with her legs spread, her pussy winking at him as she waited patiently.

The punishment itself was quick work. He wasted little time and when she finished marking her tallies on the wall, spitting out the chalk into his hand, he led her through the back yard, her naked body covered by an old, dirty blanket. He took it off at the French door, leading her into the house so she could clean out Felicia's pussy once again, feeding her another load of her Master's sperm.

Afterward, she waited in the hallway for Felicia to get out of the shower, drying her off and then helping her dress, before escorting her to the door. There she was told to kiss her friend goodbye, and she did it passionately.

"Thank you for making love to my Master," she said, prompted by his whispering in her ear.

"Thank you Annabelle," Felicia grinned as she walked out their front door and across their yards in her bare feet, carrying her shoes in her hand. "Hopefully you'll figure out whatever lesson it is you're supposed to learn soon so you can fuck him again yourself!"

Those words stung. Neil had evidently told Felicia he was training her in some way. And it was also apparent the lesson wasn't over. As soon as she closed the door, Neil had her start a shower for him and then make him breakfast while he got ready for the day. After that, she was back on her knees in the new bathroom, cleaning the white film that had accumulated from the use the day before. The cycle started all over; her routine now set.

It repeated like that, day after day. Tuesday, it was Carol that showed up at her door at ten o'clock sharp; there to take her place in the bedroom as Neil's 'wife'. She had to repeat the exact same steps she'd done with Felicia, right down to the red lipstick and painted nails, the special perfume combination and the outfit. And Neil followed the same routine when he came home, putting away his lunch cooler and grabbing a beer, taking off his shoes and socks as he sifted through the mail while Ann ate out Carol in the living room.

Once Carol came for the third time from her talented mouth, they were in the bedroom and Ann was tied up in the corner, made to watch them make love. The next morning she woke up to the sounds of them fucking right above her. It was louder and more energetic than he'd been with Felicia. And that's because instead of cleaning out a pussy after she was disciplined, she had to dig his load out of Carol's gaping ass.

On Wednesday the guest was Heather, and frankly that wasn't much of a surprise. She knew it was now one of her friend's days off and so it made sense. With Carol showing up the day before, she could have predicted Heather might be next. Frankly she didn't have nearly the problem with either of them fucking Neil like she had Felicia. Part of it was that she was now used to the idea of what he was doing to her, making her watch and cleaning them up. A bigger part was that as a couple, they'd been with the two of them many times, so there was a comfort factor.

The routine became more unsettling when Olivia showed up on Thursday, although it wasn't a shock. After all, she was one of the Super Bowl sluts and Ann knew she and Ben had an open marriage of sorts. She even knew she was a wild child going all the way back to her days in college with Carol as roommates. So strictly speaking it was a logical choice on Neil's part; one she could accept on some level. While she wasn't as jealous as she had been about Felicia because she was able to anticipate what was going to happen, it still was a shock of sorts.

Olivia had never been with Neil before, but he'd certainly admired her at the parties. While he wasn't the type to lust after another woman, he didn't hide his wandering eyes in front of his wife. Ann had noticed him leering at Olivia when she'd sucked a cock at one of the parties and now there she was on her porch with an invitation. Ann cringed inside because she'd signed it. The look in Olivia's eyes told her she was there to fuck, and fuck a lot.

And they did... more times than Ann cared to imagine. Neil had been given one time only access to her incredible body, and he was making sure took full advantage of it. When she heard the two of them going at it again while she was lying on her tiny air mattress, she knew it wasn't time to get up. She hadn't even fallen asleep yet.

When she finally did get her morning wakeup scream, she had that much longer to wait bending over the sawhorse. She ended up having to clean Olivia's pussy and ass after he brought her up to the house... and that was after she had to endure her punishment being administered with the switch she broke off the bush. It was hard to believe he could push things further than that.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann stood in the bathroom, cleaning herself with a washrag, the thought of another cold shower under the house too unbearable to accept. She had been racking her brain about who might be arriving later, finally coming to the conclusion that Neil had already exhausted all of his options. She knew she'd signed at least two more cards, maybe three; she couldn't remember for sure. But it seemed unlikely that he'd continue the daily routine he'd established during the weekend. There might be someone showing up later, but she couldn't see it happening Saturday or Sunday.

She assumed he would return to what they were doing before the workweek started. After all, they were running out of days. It being Friday night, she still had over a couple hundred more to go on her tally wall and if she'd learned anything during her time as Annabelle, it was that she was bound to screw up and add to it some more.

She didn't care about that at the moment. All she cared about was cumming. It had been days since she'd been allowed to, her desperation for one making her almost cave several times, thinking he'd never know if she got herself off. Then again, he might. More to the point, she certainly would, and the guilt of doing it would likely just give her away. So she fought the urges and found a way to control them. Cumming without permission was one of the biggest acts of disobedience she could commit as his slave and she wasn't going to go there no matter how horny she was.

Setting that aside she put her thoughts toward helping her Master cum. She actually longed for that more than as she did her own orgasm. She missed the closeness it gave her, the idea that something so intimate connected them as a couple. And yet the last dozen orgasms he'd had were with someone basically made up to look and smell like her, and then act like her in bed. And they'd all happened in her bed while she either watched, or worse, listened from underneath the house.
And that was strange. Watching Neil make love to each of the women had been difficult, but it also turned her on. She could only listen to them fuck and as it turned out, that was so much harder to handle. Especially when she was waiting for him to come to the dungeon and hit her ass in some way. It felt like another woman was doing something naughty above her, but she was going to take the punishment for that act.

Cleaning up the kitchen after she ate, Ann moved to the bedroom. Going about her nightly chore of changing the red satin sheets for her Master before a guest arrived, she dreamt that she'd get to be the one lying on them with him when he finally came home. Knowing that wasn't likely, she at least hoped he'd finally be alone, wanting him to herself for a change. Sighing as she longingly looked at the fresh black set she'd put in their place, she gathered up the soiled bedding and started the laundry.

She smiled thinking how she used to hand wash them in the bathtub, rotating between those two sets and the two others they had; one gold and one white. But over the years she switched to machine washing each set on the delicate cycle. She would hang them to dry from a rope she'd put up in the guest bedroom, ironically tied to the hooks they'd put in there. She felt a pang of guilt thinking about how items in the room got more use from hanging her delicates than from what it was intended for; namely being used as Annabelle.

"I should have done this a long time ago. We could have been using this room for what I envisioned it for all along," she sighed as she stood on the bed, finishing hanging the sheet from the clothesline strung across the ceiling, a familiar ache in her muscles as she raised her arms over her head. Indeed, she actually loved the soreness she was experiencing throughout her body, mostly because she'd earned it. "Then again, if we used this room more often, he probably wouldn't have built me my dungeon. It's kind of hard to imagine doing it in here now. Hopefully we'll have some fun down there tonight," she smiled wistfully.

Stepping off the bed, the doorbell rang, her heart instantly racing. She checked the clock in her room, thinking it was rather early for a guest. She was right... it was only nine, and all of the guests hadn't been showing up until ten each night. Except Felicia had shown up early on Monday, and for the first time since that night Ann had a pit in her stomach. She knew she needed to answer the door naked but it might not be a guest at all. Then again, maybe it was.

Her earlier thought returned. Neil had certainly run out of women that would be willing to participate in their game. With the doorbell ringing a second time, she wondered if he'd decided to invite someone a second time.

"Maybe it's Felicia again," she feared, finding the idea of her sexy older neighbor getting another chance to fuck her husband almost unbearable.

Gathering herself by taking a deep breath, she walked confidently down the hall as the bell chimed a third time. Turning the corner, she stopped in her tracks. Beth was standing at her doorstep, postcard in hand and a smile on her face.

While she hadn't considered her, it made sense since she had fucked Neil at her Cleopatra party. She had forgotten he'd obviously seen the pictures of her doing it. He was the one that sign for the package the photos were in, and he'd gone through them. She kicked herself for not thinking of her as an option. It just seemed so unlikely, considering she was the one that protested so much after the first Super Bowl party.

But Beth's life and marriage had changed dramatically in the two and a half years since that night. Resigned that she'd be on the sidelines once again, watching Neil have his jollies with yet another woman taking her place, Ann forced a smile and started toward the door again, only to stop dead a second time.

There was another woman standing to Beth's left; one that didn't register at first. That is until she saw the sheepish smile on her face, and the postcard in her hand.

"Oh my god... Stacy?" she mouthed.