ROBIN

Robin is my wife. I am Bob Givens. You have read several of my stories here at “Sex Stories Post”. I even think some of you enjoyed my writing. Well, those stories were inspired by the relationship I have with my wife, Robin. She is a sweetheart. Let me introduce you to her. This is a true story, and a real life adventure.

Robin is 32 years old. She stands about 5’4”, and is a delightful package of femininity, weighing about 118 pounds, give or take a pound. She keeps her self in shape. With silky smooth ass, mounted on shapely “dancers” legs, and it is a pleasure to watch her walk, especially in high heel shoes. Her breasts are delightful, but do seem to be a little large for her “frame”, but I am not complaining, you understand. When she is wearing high heels, they jiggle nicely. Without a bra, she can cause cab drivers to have a wreck! Her complexion is creamy, with sparkling blue eyes, and dark reddish brown shoulder length hair. She is a pleasure to look at.

Now that we have the physical part done, let me get on with my story. Robin is a warm, some say “hot”, sexual entity. She loves to make love to me, in any way I wish. Yeah, she is submissive, very submissive. By the time we were married, she had learned to love being bound and helpless to me. She had developed a taste for the whip, and other torments I foisted on her. To make the point, Robin had developed into a delightfully sexy housewife/sex slave. It seems that I was always looking for ways to take her deeper into sexual slavery, and she was thriving on those things that I required from her.

Robin had learned that the word “no” was not in her lexicon. If she refused me, or failed to perform as expected, she was tied and whipped, or some other punishment fitting the “crime”. She had also learned that underwear was absolutely forbidden. I would allow her to wear garter belts and hose, if I so desired. I really like her in those “thigh high” hose with elastic and lace around the top. Those came up her shapely leg to just below her pussy. Her skirts and dresses were short, and naturally, her blouses were tailored to show a significant amount of cleavage. When a woman has breasts that are that magnificent, why hide them. Her large hard nipples are outlined in the fabric of her blouses and dresses. Around the house, Robin was always naked, wearing the requisite high heel shoes. I love her in those really high heel shoes as it showed her legs to their best advantage.

I taught her to be a sex slave in the genre of “The Story of O” (the book by Pauline Reage). Robin was willing, and I kept advancing her sexual slavery. In fact, in keeping with the “Story of O” mentality, as of late, I had given her to a friend of mine. This friend, Jack Carsten as a devotee to the S&M and Bondage arts. It only seemed natural to raise the level of Robin’s sexual slavery, and Jack seemed to be the logical choice. I wanted her to be like “O”, in that anything was possible with her, and with anyone I chose.

Jack Carsten had visited our home many times. The last two times was with Robin being taken sexually by Jack. When I told Robin what I intended to do, she was hesitant, and showed some resistance. After a particularly hot whipping and sound fucking, I convinced her that this was the next step in her slavery, and that I would be proud of her progress. I knew she would submit, as it was her nature. Knowing that I would be there also, and using her sexually along with Jack, seemed to settle the question. In her mind, the fact that I would be using her along with Jack, it added a degree of security for her.

Jack was the perfect person to give her to. He made her feel at ease, and proved to be a masterful lover. He was strict with her. His bondage methods were strict, making her helpless to him. He administered stern and painful whippings and torments. Her mouth was no stranger to his cock, but as her reward, he would fuck her to exhaustion. This was “hot”, and I loved it, but, I wanted to take it to a higher level. I had a plan in mind.

It was Tuesday. I came home for lunch, and a “nooner”. Robin meet me at the door, in the fashion that I liked. As usual, she was naked wearing black patent leather high heel pumps, with a four inch heel. Lately, I had added another fixture to her body. Around her waist was a small, yet strong, stainless steel chair, about the weight and thickness of a dog leash made of chrome chain. This was padlocked on her so she could not remove it. She had been wearing this chain for about two weeks, and had grown used to it. I was considering making it a permanent accessory to her naked slavery.

On this morning, as in several mornings, I added another length of the same type of chain. I connected the end of the chain to her regular chain, padlocking it with the lock which held her regular chain around her waist. I then brought the chain down, through the delightful crevice of her silky smooth ass, tucked it loosely between her pussy lips, and up to the front of her waist chain, padlocking it there. This looked like a rudimentary form of chastity belt, but in reality, prohibited nothing. I wanted it there as a constant reminder to her that she was in fact my slave, and that I could do anything I wanted to her. Even if she were dressed, out shopping with a friend, that chain was around her waist, with the “pussy” chain constantly rubbing against, and between the lips of her sensitive cunt. She told me that the chain would lightly touch her clit, keeping her constantly aroused. There were times when it nearly drove her to distraction. I noticed that on days when she was required to wear the cunt chain, she was more aroused than ever. When I got home from work, she damned near attacked me. She could not wait to get at my cock.

I had breakfast with Robin, and after kissing her, fondling her, and leaving her thoroughly aroused, I went off to work, leaving her there wanting to be fucked, whipped, anything to get some satisfaction. When I returned home for lunch, Robin was ready to some kinky sex, the more the better. Well, I held her off, and ate a quick lunch. She begged me not to go back to work. She wanted to be fucked, tormented, whipped, and anything I wanted to do to her. I lied to her, telling her that the boss was on a rampage, and I needed to get back to work. She pouted, but little did she know what I had planned for her.

Before I left, I got out a pair of Smith & Wesson handcuffs from my “toy” box. I cuffed her hands behind her back, making sure the connecting chain on the cuffs was run behind her pussy chain. By doing this, her hands were locked behind her back, pinned there by her pussy chain. If she moved her hands or arms, the movement would automatically pull on the pussy chain, adding pressure to her steamy cunt. Even when she sat down, her sitting position would pull the cunt chain tight into her pussy, pressing against her clit. This would serve to further arouse her, and make her a little more uncomfortable. If she tried to move her cuffed wrists and hands, the pressure on her cunt and clit would be increased. A delightful torment.

When I left, she begged me to not leave her like that. She wanted me to fuck her, and to unlock her wrists. She was very aroused, and I know that she intended to masturbate as soon as I drove away. I wanted her hot, and I wanted to control what happened to her. So, I left her chained and handcuffed, and pleading for me to show a little mercy. I had a smug smile on my face as I knew her afternoon was to be far different than she expected.

Now here is the situation. Robin is now at home, naked with high heels pumps on her feet. Her hands are handcuffed with steel cuffs, behind her back. She is further restricted with a chain locked around her waist, with another chrome chain running between the cheeks of her ass and the sensitive lips of her cunt. She is aroused, and can’t achieve sexual satisfaction. To complicate things, I have ordered her to watch a couple of S&M porno videos this afternoon. I would be giving her a quiz on the videos, and if she got it wrong, she would get a sound whipping. Now the afternoon was about to become even more complicated.

Robin was sitting in the family room, watching the big screen television. Her cunt chain was digging into her pussy, both arousing and tormenting her. The video she is watching is “hot”. The film is arousing her even more. Her pussy is aching for satisfaction. She wished her husband had not made her so helpless. If she could just use her hands and fingers to satisfy her sexual hunger, she would not feel so sexually frustrated and helpless. ‘It is tough to be a sex slave‘, she thought.

As Robin sat concentrating of the S&M video, and feeling the fire in her cunt, she heard a key turning in the back door of her house. She jumped up and ran to the door, thinking it was Jim returning home to fuck her. She was excited. This was a pleasant surprise. Her cunt was soaking and aching for him. The door opened, but it was not Bob! It was Jack Carsten!

Robin was frozen in her tracks. She did not know what to do. What was Jack was doing here, and with a key to the house. She struggled against her handcuffs, perhaps to cover her naked breasts and pussy. Then she thought, ‘What am I thinking‘. Jack had seen her naked, and had fucked her. Finally she gathered her wits.

“J…Jack? What are you doing here?”

Jack walked over to her, and grasping and pinching her left nipple, replied, “Well, sweet slave, I was driving in the neighborhood, and decided I needed a little bit of you. Looks like my instincts were right. Look at you. I love it!”

Jack moved his hand from her breast to the cunt chain she wore Grasping the chain, he pulled it up as he pulled her to him. Robin bit her lip as the chain bit into the soft moist folds of her pussy. Jack leaned down to her to kiss her pretty red mouth. Intimidated and uncomfortable, Robin returned his kiss.

Robin was pulled by her pussy chain, across the room to the telephone. This phone had a “speaker phone” option. Jack pushed the “speaker phone” button, and dialed a series of numbers. It appeared to Robin that Jack had dialed her husband’s phone number at work. She could hear the phone ring on the speaker. Some one answered the phone. It was her husband.

“Hello, Bob Givens speaking.”

“Bob, Jack Carsten here.”

“Hey, Jack. Whatchadoin’?”

“Oh, I’m about to have a really good time. Bob, I’m at your house. I am pulling on a chain that is running through one very wet and sensitive pussy. The pretty little slave that is attached to that chain is really uncertain about her future.”

“Well”, Bob answered. “I don’t think this should be a problem. Robin, can you hear me?”

“Yes…yes sir”, Robin replied.

“Good. Since Jack is there, I want you to surrender to him. Do whatever he says. If you don’t please him, he will punish you until he is satisfied, then I will punish you when I get home. Do you hear me?”

“Yessir, I hear you”, was her timid reply.

“Jack”, Bob continued, “If you want to lay her down on her back, to fuck her or whatever, you should change her bondage to ropes. Those cuffs can be really rough. Up high on the refrigerator, out of her reach, you will find the keys to her pussy chain, and the handcuffs. There is a small antique chest in the family room. You find all the rope, whips and toys you need.”

“Hey, Bob, thanks. I’ll take good care of her. I want to fuck her and hurt her, but I don’t want to injure her.”

“Good. Have a good time.”

“Hey, man, I intend to. Thanx.”

Jack Carsten hung up the phone. He pulled Robin to him again, by her pussy chain, and kissed her. Again, Robin was dumbfounded by what was happening. She did return his kiss.

“Cunt, you heard the man. You are mine.”

Robin answered, trying not to show how much her pussy was hurting. “Please, I’ll do what you want. Please don’t be too rough on me.”

Jack Carsten laughed, “Oh, you’ll be able to endure what I have in mind. Hell, Girl, you don’t have a choice. You have to endure what I have in mind.”

Robin bit her lip as she realized that Jack was right. She was his to do as he wished. She only hoped she could please him so he would not be too rough on her. She felt very alone and helpless.

Jack, pulling on her pussy chain, lead her into the family room. He ordered her to kneel in front of him. This she did, her sweet lips only a couple of inches from the fly of his trousers. She could tell that Jack had an enormous erection. Jack started to undress. He shirt came first, and then he started to unbuckle his belt. He removed all of his clothing, shoes and socks, with the exception of his jockey shorts.

“Cunt, use you teeth to pull my shorts off me”, he ordered.

Robin caught the waist band of his shorts in her teeth. It was awkward, but she was making progress. Soon, his rigid cock popped out of his shorts onto her face. She stopped momentarily to kiss the head of his cock, then she continued her work until she had removed his shorts.

“Very good. Now suck my cock”, was Jack’s next order.

Robin moved her sweet lips over the heated head of Jack’s cock, taking the length of him into her mouth. She could feel his cock throbbing in her mouth. Even though she was scared, she had to admit that Jack’s cock did feel good in her mouth. She started to work her mouth up and down the shaft of his cock as her little pink tongue lashed the sensitive tip. Jack moaned softly.

Before Robin could make Jack cum, he stopped her. He had other plans.

“Get up, I want to change you bondage”, he ordered.

Retrieving rope from the antique chest, he proceeded. Before unlocking the steel handcuffs from her wrists, he wrapped a rope around her elbows, tightly, forcing them together in the small of her back. Only then did he remove the steel handcuffs. A second rope was tied around her wrists, effectively keeping her captive. He wanted her to be helpless, with no chance of escape from her bondage.

Jack sat down on the sofa, making Robin sit beside him. He put his arm around her, and pulled her to him. For the next few minutes, he kissed her and played with her breasts and pussy, like a lover might do. His cock was rigid and throbbing. In a few minutes he had Robin panting with lust and desire.

“Robin, my dear, I think it is time to go to the bedroom. I want to torment you, and fuck your brains out.” Robin remained silent, and allowed Jack to lead her to the bedroom by her pussy chain.

Once in the bedroom, Robin was laid out on the bed. Jack tied ropes around her ankles, and tied them to the corners of the bed, thus spreading her legs, widely. Her arms and wrists were still bound behind her back, pinned under her helpless body. With her elbows tightly tied in the small of her back, her breasts were forced up in a prominent position. She lay there, with her legs spread and her cunt exposed to Jack and any plans he had. At this moment, she felt very vulnerable. Even in her helpless predicament, Robin was aroused. She watched Jack as he moved about the room.

From my stash of toys and whips, he extracted a medium weighted multi-thronged whip. After running his hands over the insides of her exposed thighs and sweet moist cunt, he started to use the whip. The blows were moderate at first. The soft inner skin of her thighs and pussy were his target. In a matter of a minute or two, he increased the force of his blows. It did not take long for Robin to start moaning, and crying. After one particularly hard lash on her sensitive cunt, she screamed. She knew that she was to never beg for mercy, so she kept her words to herself. Unlike some other “sex slaves”, Robin was not allowed to use a “safe word”.

Jack moved the whip up to her breasts. These were magnificent targets. Robin’s beautifully firm breasts bounced and jiggled delightfully as Jack struck them with the whip. Pink whip marks started appeared on her quivering abused breasts. Robin was experiencing the pain, and the arousal of the moment. It was a complex series of emotions, compounded by her bound helplessness, and the absence of her husband to protect her. She was both terrorized and aroused.

Jack dropped the whip on the bed. He stood there for a moment or two stroking is cock and looking down at the delightfully helpless and well whipped Robin. It was fun to have her to himself, to do as he wished, with my blessing. Using the key he found on the refrigerator, he unlocked her cunt chain, giving him access to her smoldering pussy.

Climbing onto the bed, Jack knelt, straddling Robin’s body. He moved up until his raised cock was touching her lips. His ass was resting on her abused breasts. Robin did not need to be told. She opened her mouth and received his throbbing cock. Jack spent the next few minutes mouth fucking her. When he was about to cum, he stopped, and moved down on her body until his cock was at the tender mouth of her pussy.

Jack reached down and grasped his cock. He commenced to rub the sensitive lips of her cunt with the head of his heated cock. Robin closed her eyes. Her pussy was hot. She wanted to be fucked. Jack was teasing her. She moaned quietly, wanting his cock to enter her. She wanted to be ravished. Finally, Jack could not stand it any longer, and he plunged his raging cock into her deliciously soft and hot cunt. Robin raised her hips to met his thrust. It felt so good to her that tears ran from her eyes. This confirmed in her lust fogged mind that she was a slave, and enjoyed being helpless and at the sexual whims of others.

Within a few strokes Robin experienced a powerful cum. It seemed as if her climax would go on forever. It was a series of cums, one wave of hot flaming sexual explosions after another. In a minute or two, she realized the Jack had stopped fucking her. His cock was till buried her boiling cunt, but he was not moving. He was content to look down at her, watching a beautiful lady in the throes of the zenith of sexual excitement. When she finally settled down, Jack pulled his still rigid cock from her cunt. Robin let out a soft moan of disappointment. A cock felt good in her heated passage.

Jack got off the bed. His rigid cock, shiny with her juices, bounced as he walked around the bed. After releasing her ankles, he ordered her off the bed. With his help, Robin stood up. Jack gripped her left nipple, using it like a leash, and pulled her back into the family room. Robin, on shaky legs, struggled to keep up, trying to ease the painful pressure on her nipple.

Back in the family room Jack sat down on the couch, and ordered her to kneel on the floor, between his legs and facing his still rigid cock.

“Now, Slave Cunt, you have made a mess of my cock. I expect you to use your mouth and tongue to clean it up. When it is nice and clean, suck me to a cum. Do you hear me?”

Robin did as she was told. She licked and sucked Jacks cock, cleaning it, tasting his and her juices. She had never tasted another woman, or here own juices. As she worked on Jack’s cock, she found that the taste was not bad at all. In fact, it aroused her to be made to suck her own cunt juices. At first she thought of rebelling, but knew she would be punished for that, and would still have to obey Jack. With her hands tied behind her back, the job was more difficult, but she managed. When she was through, his cock was clean, and harder than before, throbbing with the beat of his heart.

“Robin, it looks good. Suck me”, Jack ordered.

Robin took his heated cock into the soft warm confines of her pretty mouth. She worked vigorously, and in a matter of a minute or two, she made him cum. It was explosive with white hot jets of cum rocketing from his over heated manhood, splashing in her sweet moth and throat. Robin struggled, yet she managed to swallow all of his issue.

Jack lay his head back on the couch as he came down from his sexual high. Robin was still sucking his cock. She had been trained to keep sucking until his cock became dormant. This she did. Jack found this to be an excellent policy. It felt wonderful.

Jack was through. He had to get back to his job. He set about to put her back into the bondage in which he found her. After handcuffing her wrists behind her, with the cuffed imprisoned by the cunt chain which he had locked back on her. For the hell of it, he used another set of handcuffs to pull her elbows together, and lock them behind her back. This was stringent, and put a lot of stress on her shoulders. He thought, ‘I am sure that is tough on her elbows, but damn, she looks good like that.’

As Jack kissed her, and turned to go, I walked in from the garage. Robin did not know what to do. She just stood there, waiting for me to say something to her. I spoke to Jack.

“Hey! Jack, how was your afternoon?”

Jack went to a relatively long dissertation about how fantastic Robin was, and how he had enjoyed me giving him access to her. When he finished, I spoke up.

“Well, I am glad you had a good time. This is a new day for Robin“, I continued, “and her slavery to me. This is the first time she has been taken without me being present. Since it worked out so well, I want to offer this. Any time I am not enjoying Robin, I want you to know you can come here, anytime, and enjoy her to you fullest. All I ask is that you let me know when you are going to do this. She is mine, and I will control what happens to her.”

Jack gave me a surprised look, and a big smile. He loved the idea. We talked for a few more minutes, and then he kissed Robin again, while giving her raised breast a squeeze, and left to go back to work.

I walked over to Robin and took her in my arms. I kissed her, and told her how proud I was of her. She kissed me again, and told me she was glad that I loved her and was indeed proud of her.

Well, our relationship with Jack Carsten has continued for the last three years. He visits our house once or twice a week. Sometimes I am here, and other times he has Robin alone. I have let a couple of my other friends have her, but Jack is the only one I have given Carte Blanche to have his way with her.

Robin and I are more in love now than we ever were. She is more of a slave than ever, and I am more absorbed with her than ever. It is a good life.

THE END