Ara and Clay Visit the Eep

A few things up front. This is a "hotwife" story, not a "cuckold" story. No one is being cheated on, and Kara and her husband do love each other.

In this story Kara seeks out -- and finds -- much more submission, bondage and pain in addition to rough sex and gang-bangs.

The Kara Unleashed series depends on some amount of continuity, and the stories should ideally be read in order, like chapters in a book.

Kara and Clay are still early in their journey, so there is a little more buildup, and little more story around the sex scenes. Their experiences will be evolving as the series goes on. (In comparison to the Tawny series, where she and her husband are well-established in their kink, and those stories tend to get down to business pretty quickly.)

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Unlike the real world, STI's don't exist and birth control is 100% effective. In reality, the lifestyle depicted here would present a large health risk, as well as a pregnancy risk.

Fantasy is fine, but real women in the real world are quite unlikely to share Kara's sexual tastes.

No AI was involved in the creation of this story!

The Kara Unleashed stories so far:

#1 - Alumni Weekend Pt. 01

#2 - Alumni Weekend Pt. 02

#3 - Kara and Clay Visit The Keep

Copyright © 2024 by EightBits.

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Prelude

The elfin redhead yelped as the short, stocky guy standing behind her swung the narrow cane, striking her bare ass and leaving behind a thin red mark.

"Keep walking," Javier said quietly.

She grimaced as she gingerly took a couple small steps forward. Christina was lean, looking like a runner or a ballerina. Her breasts were small, the nipples pink with puffy aureolas -- quite attractive. Hey, just because my beautiful wife has impressively large breasts, that doesn't mean I can't appreciate smaller ones.

As I watched, I tried to picture Kara in Christina's place. More than that, I tried to imagine my reaction to my exquisite blonde wife being subjected to what was being done to the redhead. That, after all, was one of the main reasons I was here.

The reason for the girl's unwillingness to walk forward was the thick rope she was straddling. It stretched from one side of the room to the other, each end tied to an adjustable anchor point on a floor-to-ceiling track. Javier had set it to be a little above the height of her crotch, and it looked like it was trying to lift her feet off the floor.

While the coarse rope itself had to be quite uncomfortable, running as it did between her pussy lips, a further cause of her reluctance to walk it were the small knots that had been tied in it at two-foot intervals.

Another lash from that thin cane, another step forward, and Christina gave a small cry that transitioned into what may have been a sensual moan as one of the knots passed between her legs. There was a serious-looking vibrator hung on the wall that she was walking towards, and she was focused on it with obvious anticipation.

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(One week earlier)

I was watching as a fire-truck threaded its way through the modest amount of traffic on the street far below our downtown condo, when Kara came up and stood next to me.

"You never get tired of watching stuff like that, do you?" she asked affectionately.

"I do not." The ever-changing spectacle that was life in the city always fascinated me, and she knew it.

Bumping her hip against mine, she said, "I think I found something interesting." She looked excited, in all senses of that word.

"More interesting than a fire-truck?" I said, feigning incredulity.

She laughed, and leered at me as she said, "Might be a way for us to have more fun like we did at your old frat house."

It had been weeks since she'd surprised me by fulfilling my fantasy of seeing my wife get fucked by other men. Kara being gang-banged at my old frat house had been deeply thrilling for us both. We'd been there for the alumni weekend, which involved two nights of partying, with gang-bangs on both of the nights. Since we'd returned home to San Diego, that adventure had been an ongoing topic both in and out of bed. Its corollary -- our desire to repeat the experience -- had been a hot theme as well.

Stepping away from the window, she draped herself provocatively across the sofa, saying "Can I distract you from your city-watching?"

She knew that she could. Purple short-shorts showed off her long legs, and her bra-less boobs looked amazing under a sheer white top with spaghetti straps.

"Distract away," I said, sitting down in a chair facing the sofa. The way she looked, if I'd joined her on it, we'd wind up making love, not talking. Both are good, but I could tell she really wanted to talk, her seductive pose notwithstanding.

"I found a club. One that fits our interests pretty well, and it's close. Right here in San Diego. Well, Poway." That was close enough. Poway was maybe twenty miles north, and under a half-hour's drive, depending on traffic.

She told me the URL, and I brought up the website on my laptop. The name of the club was The Keep, and it looked to be housed in a Spanish-Revival style mansion in the hills of Poway. It catered to people interested in group sex -- but not

just

sex. BDSM was actually its main claim to fame. I flipped through some of the photos, amazed at what I saw.

"Babe, this isn't just being gang-banged, or even tied down and gang-banged. The things I'm seeing done to these girls look painful. Sadistic even."

Kara nodded slowly. "I know. At the hotel that weekend, before my second gang-bang, I told you that during my time with Damon I became familiar with being tied up during sex."

There was that name again. Damon. She'd mentioned him a few times now. I knew that he'd been her boyfriend after college, that he'd been a part of her experiences with bondage, and that she wasn't happy with him. Beyond that, she was a closed book when it came to that chapter of her life.

She took a deep breath.

"I'm also no stranger to the S&M aspect of BDSM." She paused, then quietly added, "Damon made quite sure of that as well."

I looked at her, a surprised -- almost shocked -- expression on my face.

She went on. "So, it's not just enjoying bondage. Not just me liking it rough. I like the pain, too. Not," she hastened to clarify, "not pain like a stubbed toe, or hitting an elbow on a doorframe. That's

not

sexy pain."

Kara gave me one of her sexily impure smiles, and nodded towards my laptop screen, which showed an image of a girl at The Keep having her nipples twisted. "

That's

sexy pain."

Turning serious, she said, "At your frat alumni weekend, we answered two questions. One, could you accept my past as a slut -- one who enjoyed gang-bangs? Two, were you ok with, and hopefully even excited about, your wife once again becoming a gang-bang slut?"

I smiled. "Babe, I think we both know that the answer to question one is `yes', and the answer to question two was a `hell yes!'"

She gave me a quick, somewhat quivery smile, then became serious again.

"So now, there are two new questions. Can you accept that before we met, I wasn't just a slut, I was a slut that enjoyed not just being used by strangers, but being

ill-used

by them?"

She took my hand, saying "I desperately hope so, because I can't change what I was, and what I did in my past." No tears, but she looked to be on the verge.

Kara was truly worried that by opening up to me about her history she would change how I felt about her -- maybe even damage or end our marriage. I like to think that I've always made it clear that when it comes to sex, I felt that what a person did prior to a new relationship was theirs and theirs alone, to be shared -- or not -- with new partners. Kara could have kept quiet about her sexual history, and I'd never pressure her to hear about it. Her getting to the point where she felt she could tell me about her past was something I took as a show of her faith in me, and a sign of her commitment to our relationship.

I said, "Honey, it's ok. It's ok. Your past is the

past

. I love you. What matters is now."

She looked a little relieved as she sat up and said, "That means the world to me, and I hope you know that I love you too, very much. But that still leaves question number two; what do you think about me going to that club, and letting a guy, or guys, mistreat me like that? Hurt me, humiliate me, treat me how a pain-slut like me wants to be treated?"

I stared at her, needing some time to process what she'd just told me. I guess on some level I wasn't surprised. Her having no hesitation about the -- apparently light -- bondage that second night. Her hints that there was much more to her past. Subconsciously I'd been prepared to learn more extreme secrets about her history.

The silence was just at the point of being uncomfortable, when I said, "Is your desire to once again be a pain-slut overwhelming? Would you do it behind my back? Would you do it even if I said I couldn't stand you doing it?"

A tear now forming, she said firmly, "No. Never. I like the humiliation and the pain." She dropped her head, and continued in a quieter voice, "I... I really like it."

She looked up at me again, her lovely hazel eyes fixed on mine. "But I love you more. If you don't want me to indulge those kinkier appetites, I won't. I don't need the gang-bangs, or even the vanilla hotwife stuff. I was perfectly happy with our marriage and our sex life before that weekend, I'd still be happy if it had never happened, and I'll continue to be happy if it never does again. I need you to know that."

I don't know what had I done in my life to deserve a woman like Kara, but whatever it was, I was glad I'd done it! A smart, sweet, incredibly sexy girl who was happy to join me in my hotwife fantasies and more, but also happily willing to limit herself to the customary single dick -- mine!

I said, "I love you, and I think I knew that, but it's quite reassuring to hear you say it." I kissed her. "The same for me -- all this is fun, but you and me is what matters."

We hugged for a minute, not talking, just appreciating how good each other felt, and then we made a plan. I'd visit the club first, as a potential member, to allow us to get a feel for the club in general before Kara jumped in as one of the submissives. As just another club member, I'd be able to watch her... perform, without anyone knowing she was my wife.

More importantly, Kara felt it would help me determine if I'd be able to watch as she was bound, mistreated, and fucked. Ok, we knew about the fucked part, as I'd enjoyed seeing her get fucked by other men just as much, if not more, than I'd dreamed I would. As for the "bound" part, I'd seen her collared and leashed, and fucked with her arms tied behind her back. She was expecting a lot more bondage than that, so while my response was less of a question, it was still a minor concern.

She'd explained that humiliation was also part of it for her, although after seeing how slutty she'd been at the fraternity gang-bangs, I wasn't concerned about my reaction to that aspect of her kink -- seeing her disrespected by some of those guys had somehow added to my excitement.

The big question, however, was how I'd feel about seeing her in pain.

Looking back, I thought about some of her occasional requests to have her nipples pulled or pinched in the throes of passion; she'd also sometimes ask me to spank her ass as I fucked her doggy-style. I'd been happy to comply, but all that had seemed like her wanting some occasional "naughty" spice, not something that was a serious aspect of her sexuality, and we'd never taken very far.

So, even knowing she was enjoying it, even knowing it was, to use her term, "sexy pain", would it freak me out to see other guys going far beyond what we'd ever done together? Beyond my not freaking out, she'd also confessed that she hoped I'd enjoy seeing her as a -- again, I'm quoting -- "submissive pain slut".

I set about filling in the online application to The Keep, wanting to set things in motion as soon as possible to get answers to both of our questions.

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The petite little redhead, her legs shaking, had finally made it past the last knot; the rope had risen higher as she'd approached its far end, and she was on her tip-toes trying to reduce how hard it pressed up against her tender flesh.

As he removed her ball-gag, Javier asked, "What do you want now, slut?"

"The vibrator," she breathed. "I need it, I'm so fucking hot."

As Javier took the object of her journey from the wall, I took advantage of the break in the action to step out of the room.

Christina had been the third girl I'd seen tonight, and I felt like my mission was complete. The first girl, a tall brunette, had been in the large ballroom, and I'd watched as creative things had been done to her breasts, both before and during her gang-bang. A zaftig blonde had been in a very small room, and I guess her fun had started earlier, because when I first saw her she was already being fucked by three guys at once, and bound in what was, to me at least, a novel position. I was happy to note that all of the girls at least appeared to relish what was being done to them, whether it was having their breasts mistreated, or being fucked by a line of guys.

On my way out, I was stopped by Demitra. If I hadn't known she was the owner and manager of the club, I would have taken Demitra for one of the submissives, here to have fun. Raven hair framed a beautiful face, and her low-cut dress showed off her impressive breasts.

"Well, Clay," she said, "now that you've had the chance to experience our club firsthand, any more questions?"

I had wondered about something as I'd watch the evening's entertainment. "So, just how immersed in all this are these girls?" I was thinking about some of the things that Kara had told me about her past.

She smiled. "You're wondering if these girls do things like sign slave contracts, and sleep chained to a pallet in the basement, right?"

Demitra shook her head. "No, that's more the `lifestyle' submissives. We tend to get more of the weekend-warrior types, mostly about bondage, not discipline. No punishment and reward mind-games."

She gave a devilish grin. "It's all punishment."

I nodded, and chuckled at her joke that wasn't completely a joke. The girls were obviously here because they liked the pain as well as the bondage, and in most cases the sex.

"So, if you're expecting the `please, master, may this worthless slave suck master's magnificent cock' kind of play, you're not going to find that here," Demitra said.

"I can give you info on a couple of groups in that scene, if that's your interest," she added helpfully.

"No," I said, smiling. "I think your club is just what I'm looking for."

I'd almost said "we're looking for". I'm not by nature a deceptive person, despite having done what I think was a good job of not letting the frat guys suspect that the beautiful woman they had gang-banged was my wife. The stakes were lower here, but I still needed to remember to be on my guard.

We chatted a little more about the club before I left. I was anxious to report back to Kara, and had a lot to think about on the drive back home.

X Marks the Spot

Have you ever watched two strangers bind your naked wife to an X-frame? It's an interesting experience, to put it mildly. Ok, she wasn't completely naked -- she wore wide leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles. Like lingerie, they seemed to accentuate her nakedness rather than detract from it.

Kara was led in by two guys named Aidan and Colin. Each room or other area where events happened had an informational placard giving the names of the dominants and the submissives. The sign on the room we were in had read "Aidan and Colin sharing Kara". The "sharing" didn't refer to these two doms sharing her between them, although they obviously were. No, that meant that she would be shared with the audience.

Conversely, the sign for the cute redhead I'd watched on my earlier visit had said "Javier

enjoying

Christina", which meant that she wasn't going to have sex with audience members, and maybe not even the dom. At least that night, Christina had been there only for some BDSM, and a vibrator-induced orgasm.

With each guy holding one of her arms, the guys took Kara over to the device. The X-frame consisted of two thick eight-foot long planks fastened together to form a slightly narrow upright "X", with the whole thing anchored about a foot away from the wall.

They stood her with her back against it, then Colin hooked her left wrist to a D-ring near the top of the plank, while Aidan did her other arm. As the last of the clasps snicked shit, Kara closed her eyes for a second and sighed, so quietly I wasn't sure whether I'd imagined it or not.

Spreading her legs, they did the same with her ankle cuffs, using the D-rings fastened to the bottom ends of the planks.

She looked amazing. I hadn't expected that her being in bondage like that would make my sexy wife look even hotter, but somehow it did. Her arms reaching upwards made her breasts stick out even more than usual, and her pussy looked invitingly vulnerable.

There were a few dungeon-themed rooms in the basement, and we were in one of the smaller ones. My guess was that Demitra hadn't wanted Kara's first time here to be too overwhelming. It obviously hadn't been due to expecting a small audience -- if I hadn't arrived early, I would not have gotten in. I could hear the guys who hadn't gotten here early enough grumble as they saw the room was full. One comment in particular caught my ear. "Oh, man, I hate to miss out on fresh meat."

The room itself was about the size of a small two-car garage. It was in a corner of the basement, which gave it two sides that were the raw stone foundations, looking just like you'd expect dungeon walls to look, with a bunch of metal rings of varying sizes bolted to them. One wall had a section of peg-board attached to it which held a variety of whips, chains, gags, cuffs, dildos, and other things whose purpose was not clear to me. Next to the peg-board were some shelves with other toys that were too big to hang up, and a tall cabinet.

Colin got a ball-gag off of the pegboard, and Kara obligingly opened her mouth to let him push the large red ball behind her teeth. He looped the straps behind her head, making sure not to let too much of her blonde hair get caught behind them. The leather straps dug into the corners of her mouth as he tightened them, pulling the ball behind her teeth and deep into her mouth before he fastened the buckle. It did not look comfortable, but it was surprisingly sexy.

Kara made a muffled yelp and yelled something that the ball-gag rendered both quiet and utterly unintelligible as Colin gave her nipple a cruel twist, then nodded in satisfaction at the results of his test, saying "Let's go with the medium flogger."

Aidan took a whip-like implement from the pegboard and handed it to him. It was a handle with at least twenty thin strips of leather attached to it, each a little over a foot long. He swished it through the air a few times, then swung it down, striking her left breast with the leather strands. Kara flinched, and so did I. Colin hit her other breast the same way, and she yelped into the gag.

Despite my previous visit to The Keep, and preparing myself for what to expect tonight, I had to suppress my impulse to jump up and rip that flogger out of Colin' hand. I reminded myself that while this may have been my first time in a dungeon, it wasn't hers.

He brought the flogger down again, and Kara managed to move her body sideways enough that all but a couple of the strands missed her breast.