Correction of Slut Wife Pt. 02

This follows part one, where I am bringing my wife to a professional dom to punish her for her errant ways. We pick up, the story after we've checked into our hotel and jumped in a taxi....

The taxi pulls up and you try your best to control your breathing. I open the door and get out - then come round to your side, I take your hand, it's shaking, I pull you up out of the car.

The car leaves and we stand in front of a big old building, it looks like it must have been a bank or something. It's not cold, but you shiver anyway. I take your arm and guide you to the door, I ring a buzzer.

"Welcome." comes a deep heavy response and the big heavy door clicks and I push it open.

You follow me down a long corridor, at the end is a small room, must have been an old security room it has a bank of video Monitors above a desk with a sofa to to the back wall and a small kitchen area opposite the screens.

I turn you to face me.

"Right honey, it's time for your correction." I slip your coat off you, not waiting for a response. "I'll be waiting and watching right here." You are unable to speak, dawning reality that I wasn't just teasing, that I really had brought you to be punished.

"Your master will be here any second, you are to obey him fully, if you don't it will be far worse you you, do you understand?"

You nod unwilling to trust your voice. I slip the shoulders of your dress off you and let it slip to the floor, leaving you standing there frozen in just your heels and lingerie,

"Good" I say and place a blindfold I've your eyes.  I step over to the desk and click the intercom.

"She's ready for you now." I say.

"Excellent, I'll come and get her." The voice replies.

You stand there nervously, waiting. The you hear heavy boots clomping up the corridor and the door awing open.

The man greets me and we shake hands, he talks as if you weren't there.

"All ready then?" He asks

"Yep, ready to go."

"Any late changes or requests?"

"Nope, exactly as we discussed."

"Ok, you can watch from here, You can zoom in on any camera, and if you need to speak to me you can use the same intercom you used to call me."

"Ok got it."

He grabs your wrists and binds them together in front of you in heavy leather cuffs. Then pulls you out of the room, without saying a word. You feel helpless and nervous, blindly tottering down the corridor behind him in your heels, he stops then guides you behind him through a door to the left. Your heels echo as you walk into the room, you are led about a dozen steps until he halts you and pulls the cuffs up in front of your face. He attaches the cuffs to a heavy chain hanging from the ceiling, then walks away to a ratchet on the wall. He winds the lever and your wrists rise up to the ceiling until they are above your head.  He walks back towards you and pulls your blindfold off.  

He is tall and dark, greying at the temples with a square chin and piercing grey eyes.

"I'm going to enjoy dominating you... I know what you've done and why you are here. It's rare that I get such a deserving subject.  You're not in any danger, you'll not be permanently harmed, but you'll remember our time together. You will address me as master, I'll accept no protests, they're not required, nor will they be heeded. Do you understand?"

"Yyy-esss Master." You nervously reply.

"Good."

He walks round you,  Looking you up and down. He unclips your bra from behind and pulls it over your head, freeing your tits. He snips the shoulder straps with some small scissors and drops your bra to the floor. He walks round you slowly and stops in front of you reaching down to grab the tie sides on both sides of your panties. He peels them slowly apart, they come apart and slide down Your sides but sticks a little at the gusset on your wet pussy. You blush and look away as he slides them free. He lifts them up, presenting the sodden gusset in front of you.

"How do you explain this?"

"I... I can't...... Master."

"This sluttiness is exactly why you are here, I can see why your husband has insisted on such harsh punishment."

You bite your lip to stop it quivering.

He grabs a spreader bar from the wall and attaches it to each ankle spreading your legs.  He then returns to the wall and cranks a large winch - the chain rises lifting your wrists in front of you. He keeps cranking it until you are hanging in the air - toes barely touching the floor.

He selects a crop from a wall full of hanging punishment implements and bondage gear. He walks back to you and spins you round slowly, as you rotate round to face him he crops your nipple. He's a perfect shot, each time you spin round in front of him he crops an alternating nipple. You feel helpless, tied, suspended...

He crops you over and over ignoring your flinches and yelps. When he's finished your nipples are painfully raw....

He stops you spinning and produces a pair of nipple clamps, pinching your nipples before clamping them on. You gasp breathlessly, pleading with your eyes only to be met by a determined icy stare.

He wheels over a pommel horse in front of you, pushing it against your hips until your legs are splayed out behind you and your face is looking down on the horse.  He returns to the wall and lowers you down until you are face down on the horse. You shift your position to avoid pressing down on your clamped nipples. He uncuffs your wrists, but immediately cuffs them down the legs of the horse. He then walks behind you and undoes the spreader bar, only to fix your ankles to the rear legs of the horse.

He walks slowly in front of you then over to the wall. You try not to look but can't help it, he selects a long slim cane and you groan inwardly.  

Suddenly my voice booms around the room.

"I want to see her face while you cane her."

He brings a tripod with a video camera forward in front of you. He leans over you and whispers.

"Look at the camera, if you don't I'll double your caning." He says matter of factly.

You look up into the camera lens, imagining me watching... wanking maybe... hard certainly. It turns you on, you enjoyed fucking that guy, but only to get a rise out of me, you crave the punishment, the release of control...

He trails the tip of the cane down your back making you quiver in anticipation. He takes up position behind you and pats your ass gently with the cane, then brings his arm back and swings it down the cane cutting through the air with a whistling hiss followed by thwack that echos round the room as it crashes onto your ass. You gasp In shock. A thin white line appears which rapidly changes to red, marking where the cane had landed. Number two whips in as hard just below the first stroke creating a red streak all of its own. You twist and wriggle your ass, I enjoy watching you struggle, it's a good job you are bound tightly. The third swishes down just above the first cane mark, leaving you with with 3 perfectly spaced horizontal red lines. He's caning you way harder than I ever had, or would. The 4th swishes down, your ass spasms involuntarily on contact, this one below the first three. Tears well up in your eyes.  He continues to cane you, your breath coming in huge panting gasps as the burning of each strike ease off.  He pauses between each strike for the initial searing pain to fade to a warm throb that pulses through you.... and your pussy.

After 10 he inspects his work, your ass is marked perfectly with 10 equally spaced red marks. Satisfied he walks round in front of you, squatting down in front of you, he lifts your chin to meet his gaze, then removes the nipple clamps. You recoil in pain as the blood rushes back into your poor punished nipples.

"Tell me why I'm punishing you."

"Be... be... because I, I was bad, master."

"How bad?"

You bite your lip, nipples throbbing painfully, ass still burning.

"Very, Master."

"Indeed, that is why you need such a hard caning. I want you to keep looking into the camera so your husband can see you paying for your infidelity. Every time you look away you will earn extra strokes, do you understand?"

"Yes master." You reply.

He walks behind you and canes you again, this time with shorter pauses between strokes. The tears run freely now but you force yourself to look ahead at the camera. your ass twitches and clenches on every painful impact, it's now a reddened pattern of welted red marks.

Suddenly the caning stops, and he walks in front of you to hang the cane on the wall. You relax your arms and legs suddenly realising how tense and strained you'd been during the caning.

He unfastens your wrists and ankles,  pulls you up unsteadily to your feet then reattaches your wrists together and walks you over to a pole sticking vertically out of the ground, a big fat dildo at the top, he stands you over it then makes you spread her legs and impale yourself on the fake dick's head. It's big and fat, but you are are so wet the fat head spreads your pussy easily.  He fixes your cuffed wrists to a hook above your head then raises the pole, impaling you 3/4 of the length of the dildo, it feels good to feel something inside you. I can see your calves straining, he then raises the chain above you, lifting you up until only your tip toes are on the floor. The only the head of the dildo is still

Inside you as you stand en pointe like a ballerina. Then your wrists are winched up further, taking the pressure off your cunt. When your feet swing free of the floor, a 3 ft spreader bar is hooked to your ankles. Once splayed, you are again lowered, you drop down but the dildo hadn't been lowered, you moan as you the dildo fills your pussy - taking nearly all 8 inches of the cock. The desperation to spare your cunt put severe strain on your legs, Calf and thigh muscles contort, and shake with the effort. Your legs give in and you sink down onto your heels, crying out as the final couple of inches of fat dildo painfully impales you.

He lowers the chain then unhooks your cuffs, your shoulders ache as you lower them down. He then releases you from the spreader bar, you can close your legs  but  you are still impaled on the dildo.

"Play with yourself, make yourself cum and tell us loud and clear when you do."

You touch your clit, gently and tentatively at first. It feels good, a welcome break from your painful ass and stretched pussy. You rub yourself trying to ignore the humiliation of your position with me and this complete stranger watching you.

You cum quickly, but conceal it and continue to rub your clit.  The master walks behind you, grabs your ass and whispers in your ear.

"If you don't cum, or you cum without telling us I'm going to cane you again and then we'll try again."

You cum, harder this time.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" You pant breathlessly.

He pulls your hands away from your clit "that's enough for now." Your clit tingles and aches for more attention, you came but could easily cum again.

He kneels down and lowers the pole, the dildo slides out of you. Your pussy feels gaping open with the absence of the large cock, It feels so slutty.

He guides you away from the pole, and offers you a drink, which you take suddenly aware of how dry your mouth is.

He then takes your wrists and attaches them to the wall above your head.

"Wait here." He says, leaving you facing the wall.

Behind you you can hear him moving the pommel horse, then clanking of chains. A shiver runs down your back, you are tempted to look behind you to see what he's doing, but think better of it. If he catches you looking you're sure it'll get you in trouble, and knowing what is coming next is unlikely to provide any comfort anyway.

You hear his footsteps coming up behind you. He reaches up and unfastens you from the wall then turns you round. He leads you to the other side of the room towards a bondage chair against the wall.

He sits you down on it, the seat is padded but it's still really uncomfortable sitting on your freshly caned ass. He fastens your ankles and then straps your thighs down Tight, preventing you closing or even moving your legs. He uncuffs your wrists then fastens them to the cross beam either side of you. Satisfied you are tied securely he walks across the wall to your left, you watch him select a thin leather strap - about 3 feet long. He walks back towards you, strap swinging gently by his side. He cups your right breast with his hand, then pinches your nipple, it's already a little sore and tender from the clamps. you look down at your tits, naked and exposed - your nipples hard and erect.

He lays the strap across your tits - resting against your nipples. He pulls it back and swings it back striking across both nipples. You yelp and tug against your bonds but you are tied down too tightly to move. He whips you again, under your nipples this time, then the 3rd is above your nipples. He's whipping you just like your caning - carefully marking your tits.

He continues to whip you alternating between below, above and the most painful on across your nipples.

You are writhing on the chair under the assault on your tits, he pauses your whipping and grabs your pussy, access unencumbered by your legs spread in the chair. You are dripping wet, he sinks two fingers in you effortlessly.  You look up at him helplessly, you are dying to cum.

"So slutty, no wonder your husband brought you to see me." He fingers you, his thumb pressing deliciously against your clit. "I wonder if one session will be enough...... or whether you will need to see me for additional treatments?" 

Oh god you are going to cum again - just a little longer...... must keep him going.

"Yes master!"

"Yes master what?"

"You.. ummm, you can punish me again!" You cum hard, and can't hide it, panting loudly.

"Oh I definitely think you'll be back!" He says and removes his hand.

He whips you again. The first few are bearable in your post orgasm haze, but you are soon fighting against your bonds as your nipples and breasts are whipped hard, visible red streaks crisis crossing your flesh.

He puts the strap down and strokes your tits, he's gentle but your skin is so tender you still wince at his touch.

He unties your wrists but immediately replaces them in the hand cuffs. Then walks out and leaves the room switching the light off as he goes.  You listen out in the darkness for any noise - trying to work out if he's coming back, but all you can hear is the eerie sound of your own breathing. You cup your breasts they are raw and painful to touch. You drop your hands into your lap, you cover your pussy it feels hot, and still ragged after the painful fucking of the dildo. You rub your fingers up your slit slick with your own juices. You reach your clit but just as you do the lights switch on. He strides over to you and undoes the straps around your thighs and ankles and pulls you to your feet. He helps you up then leads you unsteadily tottering in your heels to the opposite wall, to a Sybian machine.

When you reach the Sybian he turns you around and pushes you down onto it, knees each side, stumpy cock inside you and the ribbed rubber mound at the base of the cock against your clit. He pulls your arms behind you, strapping them above the elbows to a beam behind you. He clips your ankles  to the frame behind you also so you are now immobile on the device.

Hi picks up the control box on the floor in front of you, he presses a button and the Symbian buzzes into life.

The vibrations are strong and directed directly on your clit.

He twists a dial in the box and the vibrations increase, really strong now, rapid pulses shooting through your clit. You bite your lip, feeling your orgasm coming with an inevitability, you can't hold it off it's too big, he switches it off.

'FUCKER' you think as tiny aftershock jolts still flood through your pussy and it.

He turns it on again, but infuriatingly low, too low to cum...... but enough to keep you on the boil.

"Do you want to cum slut?" He says fingers poised on the dial.

You don't want to give him the satisfaction so just glare back.

"No answer huh, I wonder if another tit whipping would change your mind?" 

"Ok, fine! Make me cum" you tartly respond.

He turns the power immediately up high, you gasp in shock the vibrations are so powerful and pressed directly on your clit.  

You try to lift yourself up to relieve the pressure of your clit, but you can't as your position bears your weight down on the vibrating pad.

You look up helplessly, your tormentor is stood over you, a sadistic grin on his face you look down but he grabs your head lifting you to face him and the camera you see behind him.

"We want to see you cum." He says.

You cum..... hard panting and writhing on the simbian as wave after wave orgasm thunders through you. You lose count of the orgasms, you can't resist or hold them off, you are helpless, with no control over your body or it's reactions.  

Finally he switches the simbian off, leaving you weak and shaking with the aftershocks of your orgasms.

He unties you and leads you away from the simbian- he has to hold you up as you can barely stand never mind walk. He stops at a mat on the floor.

"Lie down" he says. "On your back"

You lie down on the mat exhausted, he takes your wrists and pulls them over your head and clips the chain to a ring bolted to the floor. He places a heavy lined cuff tightly round each ankle then walks over to the wall.  He flicks a switch and you hear a motor and mechanical noise above you.  You look up and see two heavy metal chains lowering down either side of you. He stops them dropping when they are level with  your stomach. He walks over and grabs your left ankle, you don't fight him, you know it's pointless- he pulls your leg up and outwards, you look down and see him attaching the chain to d-rings fixed on the outside of the ankle cuff. He repeats this with the right ankle. After testing both are secure he walks back to the wall and flicks the switch, the motor starts and the chains raise again.  

It's almost hypnotic watching your feet and legs lifting in front of you, inch by inch the chains clank upwards, you start to feel your ass lifting off the floor, then your back, legs bearing your weight. Your shoulders lift off the mat then you feel your hair fall free as You are completely lifted off the floor.

The chain continues to rise the slack on the chain around my wrists is taken up until your hands are also free of the floor. He flicks the switch again and the chains clank to a halt. You sway, gently suspended in the air. You watch as he walks back over to the wall with the whips and crops. This time he selects a a long thin whip, you watch him walk slowly towards you then behind you......

You hear a whoosh in the air an instant before the whip slashes down between your legs. The pain is searing.  

He whips you again, you scream and thrash around. He waits for you to settle down then the whip strikes down on your poor defenceless shaved pussy. You are gasping loudly, bracing for the next strike, the faint speeding whoosh immediately followed by a burning stinging pain.

You try to close your legs, but can't.

Whoosh! Crack

Whoosh! crack

Whoosh! crack 

Whoosh! Crack

Whoosh! crack

The tears are welling in your eyes now and you moan and cry out at each strike.

"That's 10." He says...... it feels like a 100....

The next 15 are a blur of pain, cries, tears and sobs, when the he stops you're twitching in anticipation of the whip. Your cunt is on fire, you strain your neck to look up at your pussy, You can see vivid red tendril marks stretching past your pubic bone. You hang there limply.

"That's halfway." He announces, then continues to whip you.

Your pussy is raw and each whip cuttingly burns, a couple of whips catch your clit, they are even worse they cause you to thrash around. He just waits until you've stopped struggling and whips you again.  

The last dozen or so are whips are unbearable..... except you have to bear them, you have no choice.

When the 50 are over you can barely see through the tears in your eyes.

You're lowered back to the floor, limbs aching from the strain, but it's nothing compared to the raging, throbbing burn between your legs. He uncuffs your wrists and then your ankles. You sit up and look at your pussy, it's red, swollen and heavily marked. You reach down and touch your pussy, it's so painful you can barely touch it, you cup it as gently as possible.

He stands over you.

"That's your correction over, you'll be sore for a good few days, I hope the lesson lasts longer..... otherwise you'll be brought back to me for a reminder."

You look up at him through teary eyes, finger surreptitiously rolling over to your clit.....

Xxxxxxx

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