Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
BDSM: My Wife's Submission EP23

Rob remained silent throughout this, content to let his wife control the situation. He absently began to stroke his already hard cock through his jeans.

"Alright, that's enough. Stand up and turn around to face us," Amy ordered. "Since you are so fond of showing everyone your tits, I think it's only appropriate we start with those, don't you?" she asked Debbie. Walking over to her dresser, Amy grabbed her wooden hairbrush and walked back over to stand in front of Debbie. "Hands behind your back. Now ask me to punish your tits," Amy ordered.

"P.. please punish my tits Ma'am," she meekly replied with her hands clasped behind her back.

"well, alright. If you insist." And with that she brought the brush down hard against Debbie's left breast with a resounding SMACK. Debbie cried out in pain, but did not move from her position. Amy watched with pleasure as the area began to redden quickly and took the shape of the brush. Taking aim she did the same to the other breast. SMACK. Another cry of pain from Debbie.

Looking over at her husband she was pleased to see that he was completely engrossed in watching his neighbor's breasts turn a dark red from the his wife's sadistic punishment. So much so, that he was openly rubbing his erection through his jeans and never even noticed his wife watching him. Turning back to Debbie, Amy began bringing the brush down in a steady staccato on each breast, reveling in the power she had over this other woman. Each smack elicited a cry of pain from Debbie but, to her credit, she never pulled away or even attempted to cover herself up.

When the tops of Debbie's breasts were a dark mottled red, Amy grabbed the nipple of Debbie's right breast and, pinching hard, lifted up on it to expose the sensitive underside. Taking aim, she began swinging the brush in an upward stroke to ensure she covered every inch of Debbie's breast with angry red welts.

When Amy finally finished punishing Debbie's breasts, she stepped back to admire her handiwork. Debbie was breathing hard and her face was flushed red from the exertion. Her breasts though were a beautiful shade of red and purple with nipples as hard as rock. Looking down, Amy was pleased to see small rivulets of pussy juice on the insides of Debbie's thighs.

"Well look at this honey. Despite the painful punishment she has just endured, her pussy is soaking wet. You can see it running down her legs," Amy laughed. "Open your legs whore, so my husband can see." With her arms still clasped behind her back, Debbie shuffled her feet apart so Rob could get a better look at her wet pussy. Grabbing her camera, Amy took several more photos to add to her growing collection.

"So before we go any further, I think it's only fair that we let Rob in on your dirty little secret. Don't you?" she asked Debbie. "Go ahead and tell him what you told me at the bar." When Debbie looked at Amy with a confused expression she expanded, "you know. When you told me what turns you on."

Reddening further with understanding Debbie mumbled, "I get turned on by being humiliated, used and abused."

"I'm sorry. I don't think Rob was able to hear you."

A little louder this time. "I get turned on by being humiliated, used and abused." Her blush had spread now to the tops of her shoulders.

"Hmm... So you found being made to strip in front of us pretty humiliating?" she asked.

"Yes Ma'am."

"And though having me paddle the shit out of your tits hurt like hell, you're turned on by the abuse?"

Unable to make eye contact Debbie mumbled again, "yes Ma'am."

"Well honey. What say you? Are you ready to explore this situation a little more?" Amy asked her husband, knowing full well what his response was going to be.

"Hell yeah!"

"Well alright then. Let's get this whore settled in for the next round." Grabbing hold of Debbie's left nipple, Amy then dragged her over to the foot of the bed. Amy's bed was a large king size four poster bed whose footboard consisted of two brass poles connecting the bottom two bed posts. The bottom pole was approximately waist height for Debbie while the upper pole was roughly a foot and half above the bottom one. Pulling down on the nipple, Amy forced Debbie between the two brass poles until she found herself standing at the foot of the bed, bent over at the waist, and jammed between the two brass poles of the footboard.

"Stay," Amy ordered. She then walked into the bathroom and came out several seconds later with a spool of string and a pair of scissors. Measuring off and then cutting several lengths of the string, Amy stooped down and, grabbing hold of Debbie's left ankle cuff, dragged it over towards the bed post. Once she was satisfied with its positioning, she tied the string to the loop on the cuff and then tied it off to the bed post. Walking over to the other corner, Amy did the same with Debbie's right foot. Stepping back she studied her handiwork and liked how her splayed legs opened up Debbie's ass and pussy.

Climbing up onto the bed, Amy grabbed hold of Debbie's wrists and, bringing them behind her back, fastened them together and then pulled up on them until they could be fastened to the ring on the back of her collar. With Debbie's hands and feet now secured, Amy set about her final task in preparing Debbie for what was to come. Measuring and cutting another length of string, Amy climbed back up on the bed and began to gather Debbie's hair up into a ponytail at the back of her head. Taking the string she tied one end around the newly made ponytail and brought the other end to the upper rail of the footboard. Pulling hard on the string, she forced Debbie's head back until her upper body was suspended above the mattress with her bruised breasts swinging freely below her. It was an awkward and painful position which forced Debbie to hold her upper body off the mattress or the full weight of it would begin pulling at the hair at the back of her head.

Grinning at her handiwork Amy grabbed the camera and snapped a few more photos of Debbie in her new humiliating position. Amy couldn't believe how good it felt to dominate another woman. And judging by the shit-eating grin on her husband's face, he wasn't minding either.

"Honey, why don't you get out of your clothes," Amy asked. As Rob began to quickly undress, Amy did as well until they were both naked. "Now honey, you know how you're always asking me to suck your cock? Well, here's your chance. This whore here loves to suck cock. And I bet she also loves swallowing cum too, don't you, you dirty little whore?" As she said this Amy reached down and grabbed one of Debbie's nipples and gave it a hard pinch and twist. "Ahhh.... yes Ma'am," was the gargled reply.

Gesturing to the space in front of Debbie's head Amy directed "climb up on the bed and let's put this whore through her paces."