Elaines New Lessons

It was a quiet moment for Elaine, in her new reality. Her husband and owner would soon be home from work. He had called earlier, indicating he would be ready to relax when he returned. She was to have a nice warm bath drawn and waiting for him. She had immediately obeyed his softly spoken instructions. Her compliance and eagerness to please him had not always been the case, but after several weeks of harsh training and feeling the consequences if she ignored his wishes, she now knew all too well her place.

Biting her lip, quickly scanning the house as she moved up the stairs to the master bath, a frantic last check to ensure everything was tidy and immaculate, as housekeeping had become another one of her added duties. Complete obedience and submission were part of what pleased him most so she was hoping that this evening he would find, at the very least, her efforts satisfactory.

She continued to rush up the stairs, tugging a little at the "uniform" she now wore every day, consisting of some thin strategically placed straps that lifted her bare breasts pushing them up and out, but actually covered nothing. She was forced to wear a thong that rode her sex and split her bottom cheeks in an irritating way, separating and lifting the rounded globes, offering them whenever he was near, as a tempting target for her not quite appeased husband and owner to enjoy as he wished.

All of this was done in an effort to attain what she had so carelessly thrown away a few weeks ago. But now, she strove to obey and comply with his every whim and request. To faithfully serve the man that was her husband, but really had become her owner. With more than just a touch of fear and with the memory of several painful lessons impressed on her body and mind, she slave-like, had begun to follow his clearly stated rules, dictates, and yes, commands. Checking the time, she would need to hurry to have the bath waiting, just as he liked. Wincing a little as she bent to turn on the taps, the events of the last few weeks flashed into her brain like a movie, complete with sound and living color. Everything had changed, and so quickly, was it only a month or so ago?

Startled, she yelped and felt the sting of a now familiar male palm as it landed a swat on her bottom while she bent to fill the tub. The warm and accented tones of her husband's voice broke into her thoughts, "wool gathering my dear?"

Turning her head she looked over her shoulder and resisted the urge to rub at her bare bottom, as it might only encourage a repeat of the other night. Unable to suppress another wince as she recalled his intent of that evening to impart a fresh lesson in obedience and punctuality. Clearing her throat with a bit of nervousness, arched up on her toes and stretched forward to finish and turn off the faucet as the tub rapidly filled, she replied to the seemingly casual question, "no, not at all." Then thinking better of the white lie, she amended her answer, well, maybe a little bit. "I was just thinking about how things have changed, that's all."

The tub filled, she laid out his towel and mentioned, you are a bit early, yes? He smiled, nodded an affirmative, he was early. He very much enjoyed coming home these days. He began to strip off his work clothes, and seeing her bent over, the red imprint of his man's hand on her trembling bottom, he felt his cock harden and offered, "would you like to join me?"

Her eyes widened in surprise. He chuckled as he realized she didn't quite know what to do, or say. Helping with her decision, and without further conversation, he loosened the clasp at the small of her back. The mesh of straps that barely covered her fell, leaving her completely bare. He motioned for her to remove her shoes. His thumb hooked underneath the collar that now adorned her neck at all times. He wouldn't remove it, but he did take the leash that had dangled from the collar's ring, snapping it to loop over the rack on the wall beside the bath.

Climbing into the warm soothing water, he offered a hand and helped her in with him. Sighing he relaxed back against the tub and pulled the woman, all soft and open, against his chest, watching the water lap at her red tipped nipples, and tease at her bare and vulnerable sex. He was learning a great deal about his wayward wife, and her sexual responses, needs, and unwanted desires. Unwanted, because he had realized early on, she was at constant war with her own nature. Dealing with her in the manner he had chosen, he decided was doing her a kindness. Even if she might not always see it that way, he was confident she would, eventually. He continued to use his knowledge to increase his own comfort and control. But really, what was a man to do? Certainly not go back to the relationship they had before, where he had seemed to be little more than a convenience for her to use at her own will and whim. Closing his eyes, still toying with her nipples that instantly hardened, peaked, and swelled under his touch, his mind wandered to the recent past as well. That last morning, right here in this house. A turning point when things between them had changed. Had it really only been a few weeks? Was it only four, or maybe six weeks ago.

.... What it had been was some ungodly early hour of the morning when Elaine had finally stumbled into the house. After he night out, stopping in the doorway to the den to brace herself against the door jam, removing the high heels that had encased her feet all night in their leather prison of arched sole, high instep, and stilted heels. The sun had not quite been up, but perhaps it would be soon. In any event, once he had received the video on his phone of her actions that night, he had gone downstairs to await her arrival home. She had looked a bit tired, it had obviously been a very long night, no doubt filled with drinking, loud music, and really, the same people, the same stories, the same merry go round of flirting, dancing, drinking too much, breathing in the suffocating smoke and watching the same out of control antics of her well heeled, but poorly behaved, circle of friends.

She had gone out without him, it was a normal occurrence, one that he had come to reluctantly allow, but then she hadn't asked his permission. He had known she resented her situation, had not settled into married life as he had hoped, but he still had no intention of spending his own time wasted with the people she called friends. People that he considered little more than parasites. That night the crowd of them had ended up at a casino where his silly wife had lost her entire month's allowance and perhaps, in a fit of daring and pique, had signed an IOU that was for so much more.

He worked too hard to just throw his money away on some rigged game of cards or the chance spin of a wheel. He smiled again as he realized she was going to learn the value of hard work, as he had every intention of having her earn back the cost of her IOU in any manner he saw fit. So maybe this wasn't quite what she had ever anticipated her life becoming, but sometimes life throws you curves. Now it was up to her to adjust and accept, or not.

In the past he had gotten rather salty with her over her behavior, but like most things in their lives, she simply ignored his wishes and went about living her own life, nearly separate from his. But that last night, she had gone too far. It was probably a blessing he hadn't been with her and only the recipient of the video, after the fact. He still recalled his own anger as he watched the image of his wife dancing, topless on a table with a friend she had known from all the way back to her school days. The two women had climbed up, on adjoining tables, tossing their designer clothing to the cheering crowd that had gathered around them. While the music played and the crowd voiced their approval and egged them on, his own wife had performed a drunken striptease of sorts. Her friend, also married, was about to have a new reality presented to her as well when she got home. But what happened in their lives was between her and her husband. Elaine's husband and soon to be owner had chosen his course with his own wife. A wife that was about to be presented with the harsh reality of what it meant to be married to a man of his temperament. The decision had been made that morning, now it was simply a matter of seeing if it had been the right one.

He had startled her when she had slipped into the house, her surprise easy to read. He had been waiting for her, sitting in his large leather chair behind his desk tucked back in the shadows of the room, his hands steepled together deep in thought. "Did you have fun my dear?" The low voiced question had even caused her to jump a little in reaction. He recalled the effort it had taken to keep his tone low and mild as he questioned her about her evening's enjoyment. Watching her closely, as she seemed to gather herself and recover from her initial shock at his presence, she murmured, some soft sound of distracted agreement, clearly already thinking of a hot shower and a long nap, dismissing him from her thoughts once more. Gazing at her with a shrewd, and assessing glance, he wondered if she had any idea how things were changing. It was not going to be that easy to just forget about him and push him away, not ever again. "This will be your last night out with your friends," he continued, using the same low, firm tone. "So I hope you got it all out of your system as it will not be repeated."

"What?" She had turned and looked at him trying to follow the conversation, but giving up as her head was really beginning to pound. He had told her not to be frightened, but really at this point he could have cared less. She had squinted back at him, not following any of what he was saying as he laid out what was about to happen. He had contacted a group that handled women like her, took them off to a private island for re-education and assimilation. It was almost like a modern day Stepford wife training camp. He wished her well, watching as she had struggled with the pain of what was clearly a killer hangover, and the confused state of an overtired and overstimulated brain. "A divorce then", she asked? Almost triumphant as she seemed to be achieving her long sought after goal of freedom.

Only it wasn't going to be that easy for her. Shaking his head, he told her he did hope she enjoyed this new chapter of her life. It was apparent, she wasn't following any of this, too tired, too hungover, or maybe just being deliberately obtuse. She played the dumb blond card often, even though he knew for a fact she was not all that stupid, contrary to her recent actions and behavior.

Calmly, in spite of his rage, showing little emotion, he had looked her over, explaining the consequences of her actions. "I did warn you, and even indulged you enough to put you on an allowance, but you ignored the limits set out for you, which, by the way, were quite generous. Not only that, but you seem intent on embarrassing me with your girl gone wild antics." Looking down at his cell phone he had watched a clip of her topless table dance for the dozenth time. Perhaps it was then that she had realized he was serious and she was in real trouble. She had rushed to explain, "It was just a prank, really, it meant nothing." Her voice had risen, he could hear the panic in it as she questioned him about this island.

"Seriously, you are going to have me kidnapped and taken there, what, drugged as well? because I am not going to go willingly. There are laws against that sort of thing you know. You can't mean to.....what is it you are doing?" She had broken off with her rambling incoherent speech as one of the men her husband had contacted, walked into the den. Strolling over to him, the man from the island had handed him a large amount of cash. They were going to actually pay him for taking Elaine off his hands. But he would never be able to get her back, even if she trained up as well as they had assured him would be possible. She would go on to be used and sold to someone else. The stranger offering the large wad of cash, put his hand out to shake on the deal that had been set, payment now being offered and received.

Stunned, watching the exchange, with horror, Elaine realized he had sold her! That was when with some last vestige of self preservation, she had tried to run, only to stumble over her own shoes that she had kicked off and left to lay in the doorway, nearly falling to her hands and knees. Another man had come up behind her, snapped a collar on her neck, attached a leash, and with a few well placed restraints had her tied and subdued in no time. She was struggling, crying, nearly hysterical, when her tear blurred eyes had caught the implacable gaze of her husband.

He had taken one last look at her face, and found, he just couldn't do it, turn her over to the traffickers, no matter how angry he was. But things would change and perhaps there would come a time when both of them would wish otherwise, but for now, he was willing to see just how well she would 'train" up. He could train her here, himself. The more he thought of it as he renegotiated the sale, the better he liked the idea of it all. A chance to get some of his own back and mold her to fit his needs, not training her to the general ways of a generic whore to serve all men, but trained specifically to serve him. To please him in ways he liked and enjoyed. This could be challenging and fun. Although he suspected the amusement part of the plan would depend on what end of the leash a person found themselves. Nonetheless, life here with him would be better than what had awaited her on that island. He might have to remind her of that on and off......

Coming back to the present, looking down at her face, pale and almost peaceful as she nuzzled into his chest, her body easily responding to his teasing caress and touches, he begin to guide her body lower into the tub, his hand at the back of her head, tangling in the now wet, short hair at her neck, urging her forward and into the water, face first! Her arms flew out away from her body, fists clenching as she began to struggle against the water, against him, chuckling, he pulled her head up and out, allowing her to take in great gulps of air. Head hanging, water dripping, he tsked at her softly, "what should you be doing?" Her eyes wide, blue, dazed as she had been pulled from the lull of a sensual haze of sexual pleasure only to be abruptly pushed under the water. She shook her head slightly, still feeling the buzz and echo of tingling nerve endings, her woman's sex suddenly awake, aware, hungry, starving for the feel of his cock. Lust rising up inside her like a tide, nearly drowning her with the poignant ache of unfulfilled need. As with most every aspect of her life, he now controlled even her orgasms, allowing her to climax, when he felt like she had earned the privilege. It would seem in spite of his generous offer of sharing the bath, she was not going to be so gifted this evening!

Taking his hand and smoothing away the excess water from her face, he leaned forward and kissed her pouting lips, licking at the mulish stubborn seal of her mouth, teasing, tempting, until with a sigh her lips parted, welcoming the exploration of his wicked tongue and the press of his warm firm mouth against hers.

There was a slow glide of bodies as he rocked them in the water, continuing to tease at her lips, leaving her breathless and heated. His hand curved around her waist pulling her up and over his lap, until she nearly straddled him, his cock erect and hard probing at her soft quivering sex. Kisses continued, his hand stroking her in all the right places, her body warm and giving against his. Expertly he built her arousal until she was frantic in her need, he bit at her lips sucking the swollen flesh into his own mouth as he whispered in her ear, "Now? Are you ready now?"

As if it had been her body that had needed more time and play, groaning, she whimpered out, "yesssss, yesssss.....yessssss!" She was impatient, and desperate, her body melting all over him, with a firm grip on her hips he easily turned her in the water, and with an upward slide and thrust of his pelvis his hard aching cock slid inside her begging, pleading body. Only it wasn't an easy glide and thrust, as her eyes widened in shock, her body tensing and squirming, he held her slick flesh in place as he thrust again and again, each time his cock opening her, driving in deeper as she squealed and begged, "No please, you are so big please! I am still so sore, please, take it out, nooooooo...."

Sobbing in pain and desperate lust as he eased in again, deeper, ignoring her cries, his thumb finding her pulsing clitoris, manipulating the bundle of nerves until she clenched and quivered, his mouth biting softly, than harder, on a nipple causing the pain from sharp teeth to race from nipple to cunt, the stretched wide burn at her ass, meeting and melding into one overwhelming orgasm that shook her body even as he pumped one last time, exploding deep into her bowels and emptying his cock, while she lay limp and sated across him, still quivering with an orgasmic release that had wrecked her senses and pushed her into unconsciousness.

Slowly he eased from her body, letting her stay where she was. Shaking his head, he thought, no stamina, they were going to have to work on that. He smiled as she sagged against him, exhausted. He lifted himself up out of the water, draining the tub and pulling her up and out with him,wrapping her in the towel she had laid out for him earlier. He took her to bed laying her limp and sated body on her side, slipping into bed beside her, pulling her thigh back up and over his hip so he could enter her slick soft pussy with his hardening cock. He began rocking his body over hers, waking her up with slow kisses and wicked teasing whispers filled with promises of a long night exploring her body. If she continued to please him he might even allow her another orgasm or two. Whimpering in submission and helpless lust, she murmured a sleepy, thank you...ohhhhhh, her back arching as his sharp teeth found her tender nipples once more. The bite was hard and determined, as she moaned and arched her spine, fighting the urge to pull away while he painfully savaged the red swollen tips.

He smiled and went back to slowly thrusting in and out of her wet clinging sex. She was learning obedience, but it was time for another lesson, this one in stamina and endurance. He sighed in pleasure as he sank into the slick welcoming depths of her slave body, a body being fashioned to please and serve him in any way he wished. They had all night for this next lesson.