Now, lying naked and voluptuous in her bathtub, Sheila still couldn't figure out why she craved this grotesque treatment. But crave it she did. She wallowed in the feeling of complete submission and obedience, whimpering to cater to his every perverted whim.
A few days later the chains and the whips began, in his own house while his family was gone. And the strangely turned-on housewife began to love that too, in fact began to crave it like an addiction.
Because, after eighteen years of contented marriage, the perfect middle-class mother could no longer get excited without the humiliation and punishment that came first.
Finishing her bath, Sheila dried herself down with tiny tingles of excitement racing through her satiny flesh. She dabbed perfume on her taut nipples and on her dark nest of cunt-hairs. She slipped on a dress without a bra or panties beneath, and didn't even bother to put on nylons. The quicker they got down to business, the more she loved it.
Twenty minutes later she was slipping through his back door. He was sitting at the kitchen table, gulping beer. The familiar leer crossed his face, the lecherous grin that meant some special punishment was coming, and the sexy housewife shivered with fear and lust.
"Welcome to hard times," he grinned. "Get your hot ass over here and set it on my lap, honey. Time's a wastin'."
Hating herself, and still unable to resist, Sheila went over and sat on his lap, trembling. His mammoth bulge pulsed against her ass-cheeks. One of his huge hands slid up her belly and squeezed both of her plump tits harshly. Sheila moaned, partly in pain, partly in feverish excitement. God, how she loathed this animal! But already that jelly-like feeling of weakness consumed her soft curves from head to toe.
"I-I don't have much time," Sheila said tremulously. "If we're going to get started, let's start."
"Can't wait for it, huh? How do you want it, first? In that gorgeous mouth of yours, your beautiful ass, between your juicy tits or just straight old action up your wild pussy?"
Sheila was intelligent enough to know any doctor would tell her she was deliberately punishing herself by having an affair with this savage. But the question wasn't even why. The question was why did she crave it so much, like a drug?
"Hurt me a little first," Sheila murmured, her face turning crimson with shame. "Then do what you want with me." He rubbed a powerful hand over her crotch and Sheila began shaking with unwanted excitement. A minute later she was humbly following him upstairs to his bedroom. With shaking fingers she stripped naked, while he undressed. Physically, he was the epitome of raw male power, with the biggest cock she'd ever seen in her life. Even limp and dangling, its thickness and length were terrifying. The sensuous, naked housewife felt at that moment like a complete slave.
Which, she knew deep down, was exactly why she was here.
"Face down on the bed," he ordered harshly.
Spread eagling her arms and legs, Sheila did as she was told. She held her breath as he hooked the chains up to her wrists and ankles. She craned her neck around to see him pick up the vicious black whip, a short one with a dozen trailing thongs.
Lying nakedly helpless with every satiny inch of her flesh exposed, Sheila knew she would die of pure shame if her family could see her now. How could she explain the eerie tremors of excitement that raced through her blood each time she was chained like this, waiting for the bizarre mixture of pain and ecstasy that always followed?
"Jesus, that's a juicy ass," Al exclaimed, his colossal prick beginning to leap with excitement. "I suppose that fancy husband of yours kisses and licks it. But you know what I do with it, don't you?" Sheila gritted her teeth and held her breath. Her ripe naked ass-cheeks trembled furiously, waiting. Then the first sting of the whip came down and a low scream rolled from her throat. Another stinging lash, and then another, until the ripely curved housewife was crying softly in anguish.
But at the same, time, Sheila's cunt had begun to throb hotly as the red glow spread outward from her glowing ass. It was the same old breathless sex excitement that could only be triggered by being helpless and punished.
"Fuck me now," she pleaded, burying her face in the pillow. "Give me your hot prick now, please?"
Instead the whip tore down across her naked, velvety back and she couldn't suppress a loud scream. Al toyed with the whip for a minute, his prick now pounding to its full length, its crimson knob dripping. All his life, he'd resented what he considered the upper crust. The super-successes like his neighbor, Mark Jensen, who owned his own automobile agency. The ones with the gorgeous, snootier-than-thou wives like this one. Nine times out of ten, he figured the wives were really bored deep down, looking for new kicks and thrills.
And that was Al's specialty. He'd figured this one out perfectly after watching her for a year or so. Ail sweetness and family devotion on the outside, hotter than a smoking pistol for variety on the inside. He'd calculated exactly what would happen when he'd first raped her. She'd be back for more, and then more as he turned her into a crawling, submissive slave.
The burly neighbor considered his options as he played with the whip, as she trembled and sobbed helplessly on the bed. He could rape her mouth with his massive dick, until she was gagging desperately on his flood of come. He could ravage her luscious ass, especially now that it shone a bright pink from punishment. He knew damn well she loved that. He could screw her dog-style. He could eat her hot, delicious pussy for a few minutes until she was going crazy, and then rape her with the butt-handle of the whip, until she whined for mercy.
It was the sight of her juicy pink cunt, quivering beneath her dark pussy-hairs that made his decision for him. Besides, he loved the feel of her glowing hot ass squirming obscenely beneath his plunging cock, grinding against his bushy crotch.
He climbed on top of her trembling naked body, his big hands grasping her swollen, burning tilt Sheila sucked in her breath, not knowing where he was going to put his monstrous shaft. Already her tiny asshole flexed in agony.
Then his huge knob pierced her wetly trembling cunt, and the helplessly bound housewife let out a soft cry of pain-pleasure. It quickly became a deep obscene moaning as he began fucking her with brutal power, driving deep and hard in her tender cunt.
Then came the verbal taunting. When he wasn't punishing her with the whip, he was tormenting her with words.
"Love fucking a big slob like me, don't you, honey?" he whispered in her ear. "Getting your juicy ass whipped and then your hot cunt serviced. Right?"
"Y-Yesssss," Sheila whimpered, hating herself. And yet she was becoming frantically aroused as his giant hot meat pounded in and out to a steady rhythm, like a mammoth fucking machine. First the punishment fired her excitement, and then his savage fucking. She was thrashing her soft hips up to meet his pistoning strokes now, feeling a molten climax begin to spark in her loins.
"You even love my hot come pouring down your throat, don't you?" Al continued tormenting, enjoying himself immensely. "Love it up your ass, too, everywhere. Am I right?"
Sheila was panting furiously now, unable to control her lust-maddened excitement. She struggled at her bonds, which only increased the delicious feel of guilty excitement. His hands were squeezing her perspiring tits and the feel of his giant hairy balls grinding against her thighs was bringing obscene groans from her lips.
Suddenly he was fucking her to a wild, increasing rhythm, pumping his boiling meat in her tight pussy like a battering ram. Sheila quivered nakedly from head to toe, soft screams of obscene joy gushing from her lips.
"Coming," she sobbed, "I'm – aaaaaagh! I'm coming!"
And he abruptly stopped, with just the gigantic knob of his prick throbbing in her cunt-lips.
"Don't stop!" the helpless housewife begged, twitching her ripely naked ass in a feverish plea.