02-07-2019, 02:30 PM
I was surprised how much work I got done that day. It was six when I opened the front door at my house. I heard Madhu groaning in the bedroom. When I saw her, she was writhing in sexual need on the bed, the chains pulled tight, her nipples distended. The vibrator was still humming away.
"Oh, Ajay. Thank God. I can't cum. Please, Ajay! Let me cum."
As I walked to the bed, I wondered how often she would cum after eighteen days of being bound like this. The bed was soaked with her sweat and love juice. She was out of control. I knew I was not suppose to fuck her yet. So, I slipped my finger in her clit ring and pulled. She started thrusting back and forth, using the tension to stimulate herself.
She screamed like a banshee when she came. And, she did not stop cumming until she passed out. I undid the leather and removed her vibrator and butt plug. I unfastened the nipple clamp and unbound her wrists. She didn't move. I covered her over with a blanket and went to make dinner.
It was more than an hour later when Madhu stumbled into the kitchen. She looked exhausted but happy.
"Oh, Ajay," she said with a smile.
She sat on my lap with her legs outside mine. Her huge tits rested on my chest as she put her head on my shoulder.
"God, what a day. Ajay, it was wild. I was right on the edge of orgasm the whole time. The whole time. My pussy was running like a faucet. But I couldn't cum. Can I get something to eat?"
"Sure, Madhu."
I started preparing her a plate.
"Did you get laid today?"
"No, but Sonya sucked my cock."
"Good. I'm too tired for sex."
She almost fell asleep eating. I carried her into the bedroom and she was out for the night. It was much later when I realized I hadn't whipped her. I hoped Mr. Malik wouldn't be too mad about that.
The next day, I again left Madhu tied and stimulated. Again that night, she was too tired to fuck me. On the third night after Madhu passed out, I went to Sonya's house. I was getting horny!
I did it just like Mr. Malik suggested. When I asked to borrow his Chevy, he laughed for ten minutes, then told me to go over to Sonya's house.
When I got there, Sonya answered the door in her bathrobe. She dragged me into the bedroom. I saw her vibrator on the bedside table. It stayed there because I went where it had been. It was very late when I slipped back into my own bed, but Madhu never seemed to know I had been gone.
Friday had been a breakthrough for Madhu. She told me she had orgasmed seven or eight times during the day from the vibrator. But, Friday night, she told me was too tired again. When she said it, she gave me a nasty look, her face all crunched up, her eyes small and beady. She was still tied to the bed, but I had removed the vibrator, chains and plug.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"You've been sneaking out at night, Ajay. You think I don't know, but wives know these things. Where were you going? You have someone else, don't you?"
Ice storms aren't as cold as Madhu's voice.
"I went to Sonya's house. You were off limits and exhausted. Monday you told me you were glad I had been with Sonya because you were too tired. Remember?"
"Oh. Well. Still. I'm not going to have sex with you, Ajay, until you apologize to me and promise to never see Sonya again."
"Mr. Malik said I could have Sonya anytime I wanted to."
"Mr. Malik said! Mr. Malik said! You wimp! Well, tell Mr. Malik I'm cutting you off! And tell him I'm cutting him off, too! I'm the best goddamned slut in the whole fucking country and I'm cutting him off! See how he likes that!"
Madhu was certainly very angry. I was unsure what to do and I wanted to do the right thing for us both. I guess she read my mind.
"Go ahead. Call Mr. Malik, you wimp! Ask your boss what to do with your wife since you are too big a wimp to know yourself!"
I did. I explained to Mr. Malik what had happened. He let out a big sigh.
"Where is Madhu now, Ajay?"
"Hands still tied to the bed, sir."
"Good. First, put the restraints on Madhu's ankles and tie them to the foot of the bed. Tie her very tightly, really stretching her out. Then gag her. Call Sonya from the phone next to the bed so Madhu can hear everything. Tell Sonya to come spend the weekend with you and to bring clothes and cosmetics. Really, Ajay, that'll be a great assistance to me. My wife's sister is in town and I need to fuck both of them this weekend. I was feeling badly about neglecting Sonya."
"Good idea, Mr. Malik, but what about Madhu?"
"I'm not finished. After you talk to Sonya, get the riding crop. Remember how hard you hit Sonya that first time?"
"Yes, sir."
"Carefully explain to Madhu she's to be very submissive and sweet to you and to me. Explain she's never to threaten you or me again. Explain she's a slut, my slut and your slut, and that sluts don't open their mouths unless some man wants to put a cock in it. That was the original deal, Ajay. While she's foremost my slut, she's your slut, too."
"I remember that very clearly."
"I thought you would. Give Madhu two swats of the crop, each as hard as the swat you gave Sonya."
"Wow. Where, sir?"
"On the bottom of her feet. That's very painful. She probably won't be able to walk for a few days, maybe even a few weeks. Don't help her out, or make it easy on her. Make her crawl everywhere. Be sure to tell her you want her to crawl. Explain every time she steps out of line, she'll receive swats that hard either on the bottom of her feet, her nipples, or right on her pussy. Be very explicit, Ajay."
"Yes, sir."
"One other thing. Fuck Sonya in your bed with Madhu bound and lying right beside you. Tell Sonya to make a lot of noise when she cums. Last and certainly not least, after you cum in Sonya, have her squat over Madhu and make Madhu eat your cum from Sonya's pussy. Come to think of it, as much as Madhu loves cum, tell Madhu that's a reward because you really love her."
"Mr. Malik, I really . . . "
"Got to go, Ajay. My sister-in-law just started sucking my cock." He disconnected.
Madhu's eyes were big and she seemed hardly to breathe as she watched me.
"What did he say?"
"He left it to me to handle anyway I want to, Madhu. You told me a good slut shuts up and does what her man says. I'm your man, Madhu."
"Oh, bullshit! You're my wimp husband. Mr. Malik is my man."
Methodically, completely, and, I must say, with a great deal of personal satisfaction, I did just like Mr. Malik said. The two blows of the riding crop across the bottom of her feet caused a great deal of noise and activity on her part. When I explained to Madhu if she were unpleasant again, the next time the crop would land across her nipples and pussy, I believe she understood I was serious.
"Oh, Ajay. Thank God. I can't cum. Please, Ajay! Let me cum."
As I walked to the bed, I wondered how often she would cum after eighteen days of being bound like this. The bed was soaked with her sweat and love juice. She was out of control. I knew I was not suppose to fuck her yet. So, I slipped my finger in her clit ring and pulled. She started thrusting back and forth, using the tension to stimulate herself.
She screamed like a banshee when she came. And, she did not stop cumming until she passed out. I undid the leather and removed her vibrator and butt plug. I unfastened the nipple clamp and unbound her wrists. She didn't move. I covered her over with a blanket and went to make dinner.
It was more than an hour later when Madhu stumbled into the kitchen. She looked exhausted but happy.
"Oh, Ajay," she said with a smile.
She sat on my lap with her legs outside mine. Her huge tits rested on my chest as she put her head on my shoulder.
"God, what a day. Ajay, it was wild. I was right on the edge of orgasm the whole time. The whole time. My pussy was running like a faucet. But I couldn't cum. Can I get something to eat?"
"Sure, Madhu."
I started preparing her a plate.
"Did you get laid today?"
"No, but Sonya sucked my cock."
"Good. I'm too tired for sex."
She almost fell asleep eating. I carried her into the bedroom and she was out for the night. It was much later when I realized I hadn't whipped her. I hoped Mr. Malik wouldn't be too mad about that.
The next day, I again left Madhu tied and stimulated. Again that night, she was too tired to fuck me. On the third night after Madhu passed out, I went to Sonya's house. I was getting horny!
I did it just like Mr. Malik suggested. When I asked to borrow his Chevy, he laughed for ten minutes, then told me to go over to Sonya's house.
When I got there, Sonya answered the door in her bathrobe. She dragged me into the bedroom. I saw her vibrator on the bedside table. It stayed there because I went where it had been. It was very late when I slipped back into my own bed, but Madhu never seemed to know I had been gone.
Friday had been a breakthrough for Madhu. She told me she had orgasmed seven or eight times during the day from the vibrator. But, Friday night, she told me was too tired again. When she said it, she gave me a nasty look, her face all crunched up, her eyes small and beady. She was still tied to the bed, but I had removed the vibrator, chains and plug.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"You've been sneaking out at night, Ajay. You think I don't know, but wives know these things. Where were you going? You have someone else, don't you?"
Ice storms aren't as cold as Madhu's voice.
"I went to Sonya's house. You were off limits and exhausted. Monday you told me you were glad I had been with Sonya because you were too tired. Remember?"
"Oh. Well. Still. I'm not going to have sex with you, Ajay, until you apologize to me and promise to never see Sonya again."
"Mr. Malik said I could have Sonya anytime I wanted to."
"Mr. Malik said! Mr. Malik said! You wimp! Well, tell Mr. Malik I'm cutting you off! And tell him I'm cutting him off, too! I'm the best goddamned slut in the whole fucking country and I'm cutting him off! See how he likes that!"
Madhu was certainly very angry. I was unsure what to do and I wanted to do the right thing for us both. I guess she read my mind.
"Go ahead. Call Mr. Malik, you wimp! Ask your boss what to do with your wife since you are too big a wimp to know yourself!"
I did. I explained to Mr. Malik what had happened. He let out a big sigh.
"Where is Madhu now, Ajay?"
"Hands still tied to the bed, sir."
"Good. First, put the restraints on Madhu's ankles and tie them to the foot of the bed. Tie her very tightly, really stretching her out. Then gag her. Call Sonya from the phone next to the bed so Madhu can hear everything. Tell Sonya to come spend the weekend with you and to bring clothes and cosmetics. Really, Ajay, that'll be a great assistance to me. My wife's sister is in town and I need to fuck both of them this weekend. I was feeling badly about neglecting Sonya."
"Good idea, Mr. Malik, but what about Madhu?"
"I'm not finished. After you talk to Sonya, get the riding crop. Remember how hard you hit Sonya that first time?"
"Yes, sir."
"Carefully explain to Madhu she's to be very submissive and sweet to you and to me. Explain she's never to threaten you or me again. Explain she's a slut, my slut and your slut, and that sluts don't open their mouths unless some man wants to put a cock in it. That was the original deal, Ajay. While she's foremost my slut, she's your slut, too."
"I remember that very clearly."
"I thought you would. Give Madhu two swats of the crop, each as hard as the swat you gave Sonya."
"Wow. Where, sir?"
"On the bottom of her feet. That's very painful. She probably won't be able to walk for a few days, maybe even a few weeks. Don't help her out, or make it easy on her. Make her crawl everywhere. Be sure to tell her you want her to crawl. Explain every time she steps out of line, she'll receive swats that hard either on the bottom of her feet, her nipples, or right on her pussy. Be very explicit, Ajay."
"Yes, sir."
"One other thing. Fuck Sonya in your bed with Madhu bound and lying right beside you. Tell Sonya to make a lot of noise when she cums. Last and certainly not least, after you cum in Sonya, have her squat over Madhu and make Madhu eat your cum from Sonya's pussy. Come to think of it, as much as Madhu loves cum, tell Madhu that's a reward because you really love her."
"Mr. Malik, I really . . . "
"Got to go, Ajay. My sister-in-law just started sucking my cock." He disconnected.
Madhu's eyes were big and she seemed hardly to breathe as she watched me.
"What did he say?"
"He left it to me to handle anyway I want to, Madhu. You told me a good slut shuts up and does what her man says. I'm your man, Madhu."
"Oh, bullshit! You're my wimp husband. Mr. Malik is my man."
Methodically, completely, and, I must say, with a great deal of personal satisfaction, I did just like Mr. Malik said. The two blows of the riding crop across the bottom of her feet caused a great deal of noise and activity on her part. When I explained to Madhu if she were unpleasant again, the next time the crop would land across her nipples and pussy, I believe she understood I was serious.
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