I wasn’t expecting that, but I’m not complaining m/f, f/f, m/f, part 5 now added
Posted: Wed Feb 05, 2020 5:01 pm
So heres something new from myself, and this time, unlike so many times before, I’ve been working on what you’re about to read for quiet some time, I’ve taken my time to produce each part, and have several chapters ready, should you comment, should you tell me you want to hear more, and I a way see more.......
I wasn’t expecting that, but I’m not complaining
It was late on a hot and sticky Thursday night in mid July, or to be more precise it was very, very early on a hot and sticky Friday morning in mid July when it happened, when I received the phone call from my brother in law, from my wife’s brother. I was, if I’m honest, about to drift off to sleep, along side my beautiful blonde haired, blue eyed wife, who had already done so, done so thanks to the previous couple of hours we’d spent together. For over those couple of hours, she’d laid bound, naked and spreadeagled to our bed, for over those couple of hours she’d been suckling on the thick, bulbous penis shaped intruder in her mouth, an intruder that remained in place thanks to the large black leather panel buckled over her mouth, buckled tightly over her mouth. During that time I’d kissed, caressed, teased and pleased her, I had in all fairness worn her out with my wickedness. She’d been edged so many times even I’d lost count, she’d been made to orgasm so many times even I’d lost count. By the time I’d finished it took all her strength just to freshen up, just to slip into a simple pair of red satin panties, just to climb into bed and wish me goodnight.
So, truthfully, it came as no surprise, when the sound of my phone went unnoticed, unnoticed by my soundly sleeping wife, it came as no surprise, when the sound of my voice went unnoticed, unnoticed by my soundly sleeping wife, it came as no surprise, when she failed to notice me slipping out of the bed, slipping out of bed and leaving the room. Quietly I spoke to my brother in law, quietly I listened as he apologised for calling at such a late hour, quietly I listened as he asked me if I could come over as soon as possible.
I could tell by the tone of his voice all was not well, I could tell by the tone of his voice all was not good between himself and his wife of 18 months. But then, I’d known for a while, that they were having problems, I’d known for a while, that their marriage was, as they say on the rocks. So of course, knowing that, I really didn’t see what else I could do but say yes, but to tell him I’d be there in roughly 30 minutes.
Sadly I got dressed, quickly I chucked on a pair of jeans and plain white t-shirt, sadly I left my home, quickly slipping into my classic Jaguar Mk2, sadly I headed for his house, expecting to find him home alone, expecting to discover his wife, to discover Charlotte had walked out on him, having taken my nephew, his son with her.
It was, normally only a 20 minute drive from my place to his, and yet, thanks to the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach it took just a little bit longer, for if I’m honest, despite the fact I dressed quickly, despite the fact I quickly slipped into the Jag, I had in fact dragged out the journey afraid of the scene I’d face upon my arrival.
So imagine my surprise when it was, his wife, when it was, Charlotte that came to the door, when it was Charlotte, wearing a simple tight fitting, red dress that answered the door. “Oh John, thank you for coming at such a late hour”, she greeted me politely, she greeted me without her normal, arrogant, oh what do you want attitude. “Won’t you please come in and join us in the lounge”, she asked of me. I could see the sadness, see the upset in her eyes as she stepped aside, stepped aside to let me past. Upon entering the living room I could see the sadness, see the upset in my brother in laws eyes, and it’s safe to say I wondered just what I’d walked into, I wondered just why I was there.
As while they were family, they were through marriage, part of my family, I couldn’t exactly say we were close, I couldn’t, unlike my wife say we saw a lot of each other. But that’s not to say, not to imply, there was any trouble or strife between us, that’s not to say, not to imply, there was any disliking or animosity between us you understand, for there wasn’t, we simply didn’t have a lot in common, we simply didn’t have the time to get together.
However, with all that said, having said we weren’t exactly close, I had, as you’d expect, them being family and all, always made it clear I was here should they need me, should there be anything I could do to help, and it seems that’s why I was there that very, very early, hot and sticky Friday morning.
Rather unsurprisingly it was my sister in law, it was Charlotte that spoke first, “thank you again for coming at such a late hour”, she said quietly, as she perched herself on the edge of the sofa, “especially as everyone but ourselves will be leaving later today”, she added quietly, she added acknowledging the fact that later in the morning my wife, brother in law, nephew and in laws would to be leaving for a fortnight, would be going away on family business, would leaving only Charlotte and myself behind.
“As you know…….we’ve been having issues in our marriage for a little while now”, she admitted, she admitted, telling what I already knew, “and I won’t lie…..a lot of that falls on my shoulders, a lot of that boils down to me”, Charlotte surprised me by confessing, “I just way to dominate, and way to bossy for my own good at times”, she continued quietly, she continued quietly as she lowered her head, in what appeared to be shame. “I’ve always been unwilling to listen to what other have to say, what others want”, she openly acknowledged, “I’ve never been one to accept what others might want, might need, might think” she added almost as a conclusion to her first truly honest statement.
“I see, and you think I can help you change”, I said looking puzzled, “well I certainly hope so”, my sister in law, Charlotte replied, “you see I’m hoping……err, umm, you might teach me how to be more like Lauren”. “What do you mean more like Lauren”, who by the way is my gorgeous, beautiful wife. “Well…..and please don’t be mad with her, but she told me all about the games you play”, my sister law, Charlotte continued, biting her bottom lip slightly, “I see, and you want something similar for yourself”, I asked, pushing for more. “N…no, I want the full Dom/sub life style you live”, she responded, she shocked me by responding.
“I..l wa..want to learn, I want you to teach me”, she stuttered, she stuttered while playing with the hem of her little red dress, “I…I wa…want to become a good wife and sister in law”, she continued accidentally flashing her panties as she shuffled.
“Wi..will, you ple..please teach me how to obey you, how to obey Craig”, she added, she added looking over towards him. After a brief pause, after taking a moment to consider what my sister in law, what Charlotte was asking of me, after taking a moment to consider the situation, after taking a moment to consider the possible consequences, I looked over towards my brother in law, I looked over hoping for some kind of input.
As throughout her little speech, throughout her explanation, throughout her quiet admittance, my brother in law had remained eerily silent, my brother in law hadn’t uttered a word, my brother in law, had in away remained rather submissive himself. Whenever I’d glanced across, whenever I’d looked in his direction, he’d simply nodded, nodded in silent agreement. Whenever I’d looked across, whenever I’d hoped he’d interject, whenever I’d hoped he would at least say something, he hadn’t.
So, reluctantly, yet again I spoke next, so, reluctantly I asked, “is this truly what you both want, are sure it’s the way you want it to be”. Finally, as if snapped out of his wallowing self pity, finally, as if it had suddenly become real, my brother in law spoke, “I just want to save our marriage”, he explained, “and we’ve certainly reached an impasse trying on our own”, he admitted. Finally, as if the flood gates had opened, as if I was offering to change the world, my brother in law continued, “it’s all true”, he began, “Charlotte’s dominating, stubborn, and at times rude attitude has got out of hand”, he continued, he continued as she fidgeted and bit her bottom lip, he continued as she fought the urge to interrupt. “She no longer seems to listen to what I want, what I’d like or even what I think”, he seemed reluctant to add. Finally as If the weight of the world had been lifted of his shoulders, as if the worm had turned, he admitted, “we want your help, we need your help, and if that means you have dominate Charlotte then so be it”, he rather blurted out.
Having remained silent as my brother in law spoke, having simply nodded my head at the appropriate times, after a brief pause, after a deep breath, I smiled, I told them “okay, I’ll do whatever I can to help you both”. “For the next fortnight you’ll live with me Charlotte”, I informed her, “while I try my best to train, trying to help, trying to change your behaviour, your attitude, and your mindset” I continued. “Oh thank you, thank you so very, very much, you’re our last chance”, they both responded, they both responded almost in unison.
“You’re welcome”, I said quietly, “but it can start right now”, I said with a smile, “stand up and move to the centre of the room”, I told my sister in law, I told Charlotte, my voice suddenly taking on a more dominate tone, “prove your acceptance”, I told her in the same dominate tone. In silence, without so much as a word, without any sign of reluctance, without a moments hesitation she obeyed, she stood and stepped forward. “That’s a good start, now remove that dress, take it off”, I commanded, I commanded in the same dominant tone, “stand before me, stand before your husband in just your underwear”, I ordered, I ordered in the same dominant tone.
Once again, in silence, without out so much as a word, without any sign of reluctance, without a moments hesitation she obeyed, she slowly removed her dress, she revealed her underwear to us both. “Very good”, I praised her in the same dominant tone, “from now on you’ll wear as much or as little as I desire, as Craig desires”, I informed her in the same dominant tone, “you can expect to spend most your time bound, gagged”, I informed her in the same dominant tone, “you can expect to be punished for even the slightest indiscretion”, I informed her in the dominant tone, “and finally you can expect to be sexually controlled, sexually tormented, sexually dominated”, I informed her in the same dominant tone.
In total silence, she stood before me, stood before my brother in law, in total silence she listened to my every word, in total silence she glanced over to my brother in law, my brother in law who sat impassively. Clad in only a pair of white floral print panties, in only a pair of white floral print panties and matching bra, she made no attempt to cover herself, made no attempt to use her arms to cover her breasts, to cover her womanhood, as I asked, “do you accept my dominance”. “I do”, came her simple reply, “do you accept you will be bound and gagged whenever I decide”, I asked in the now familiar dominant tone, “I do”, she replied, she replied fidgeting slightly, “do you accept you will punished whenever I deem it necessary”, I asked in the now familiar dominant tone, “and do you accept you will be sexually controlled, dominated and controlled by myself and your husband from now”, I asked in the now familiar dominant tone, “I do”, she replied clearly trembling.
Once more I spoke dominantly, spoke firmly, spoke directly, “very well, then from now on when we’re not with family and friends you will refer to me as sir”, I informed my sister in law, I informed Charlotte, “ye…yes si…..sir”, my sister in law, Charlotte acknowledged. Once more I spoke dominantly, spoke firmly, spoke directly, “and when you’re not with family and friends you will refer to Craig as master”, I informed my sister in law, I informed Charlotte, “ye…yes si…sir”, my sister in law, Charlotte acknowledged.
“Kneel, kneel and lower your head”, I commanded of my sister in law, I commanded of Charlotte, silently, obediently she slowly lowered herself into a kneeling position, silently, obediently she slowly bowed her head. Looking over at my brother in law, I saw his wide eyes, saw the admiration for what I’d achieved so quickly, saw the admiration for how his wife had obeyed, saw the admiration of how submissive she appeared. Looking over at my brother in law, with a nod, with only a few words, I asked of him, “please go to your bedroom Craig”, appearing puzzled he stood. “I’d like you to fetch pair of Charlotte’s panties”, I continued as he continued to look puzzled, “oh and two pairs of her pantyhose”, I added as he headed for the door. “Err, okay”, he acknowledged still looking puzzled, “ahh, and one more thing, could you also fetch a pair of her longest white socks”, I called out as he left.
Silently Craig closed the door behind him, clearly I heard him race upstairs, clearly I heard him rummaging through his wife’s, through Charlottes bedside draws, clearly I heard him searching for all I’d requested, clearly I heard him return. “Could you please wait in the kitchen”, I called out, I politely asked of him, asked of him before he could enter the lounge. For by then, by then I was kneeling before his wife, before Charlotte, for by then, by then my hand was firmly wedged between her legs, was firmly gripping her womanhood.
For by then, by then I’d already whispered in her ear, I’d already told her “when Craig returns, you’ll be bound, gagged and blindfolded”, For by then, by then I’d already whispered in her ear, I’d already told her, “very soon you’ll feel your husbands hands all over your helplessly trussed up body”. For by then, by then I’d already whisper in her ear, I’d already told her, ”you’ll feel yourself being carried, carried to your bedroom as you remain helpless”. For by then, by then I’d already whispered in her ear, I’d already told her, “you’ll feel Craig’s kisses, Craig’s caresses, you’ll feel Craig slowly torment you sexually as you remain helpless. For by then, by then I’d already whispered in her ear, I’d already told her, “and once he’s done, once he’s satisfied, you’ll remain bound, gagged and blindfolded, you’ll sleep bound, gagged and blindfolded”.
Any yet, yet even as I told her what to expect, what would happen to her, not once did she show any sign of reluctance, not once did she show any sign of resistance, not once did she show any sign of disagreement. Instead she remained silent, instead she accepted my hand against her womanhood, instead she accepted my caress, instead her head remained bowed. I could see how she bit her lip, I could feel how wet my caress was making her, I could see how much she wanted to submit, how much she wanted to obey, how much she wanted to save her marriage. Slowly, I withdrew my hand, slowly I stood, firmly I commanded of her, “do not move, do not make a sound”, “ye…yes si….sir”, she muttered faintly, “I’ll be back with Craig when I am ready, and only when I’m ready”, I added, I added as I left the room.
Slowly I walked out of the lounge, slowly I walked into the kitchen, deliberately I left her alone in her submission, in her humiliation. For a good 5 maybe 10 minutes I sat in the kitchen, I sat in the kitchen with my brother in law, for a good 5 maybe 10 minutes I along side my brother in law in silence. Until at last, at last I broke the silence, at last I broke the silence by asking, “so are you truly okay with all of this”. With a nod and a smile, he confirmed, “yes, yes I am”, which came as a relief to me. “I’m so pleased you agreed to help”, he continued, he continued seeming more relaxed that he had for such a long time, which came as a relief to me. “I know it might sound wrong, it might sound crass and nasty, but I want you to do whatever it takes to save our marriage”, which gave me the confirmation I needed. “Please just do whatever it takes, no matter what”, he added, he added as if the stress had slipped away, “bind her, gag her, sexual dominant and torment her, anything as long as it works”, he said inclusion, her said quietly.
Yet, even as we’d talked, even as we’d sat opposite each other, even as he’d confirmed his agreement, my hands hadn’t been idol, hadn’t been inactive. For he’d watched in fascination, he’d watched in uncertainty, he’d watched in puzzlement, as I’d taken hold of some scissors, as I’d carefully cut up the two pairs of shear black nylon pantyhose, cut them directly up the middle of the crotch, cut them in half. For he’d watched in fascination, he’d watched in uncertainty, he’d watched in puzzlement, as I’d taken hold of his wife’s, of Charlotte’s pink spandex like panties, as I’d taken hold of his wife’s, of Charlotte’s pink spandex panties and ball them up.
But then, then, the time came, the time came for us to return, return to his submissive wife, return to find her kneeling just where I’d left her, return to find her head still lowered. Deliberately I had him walk around her a few times, deliberately I had him kneel before her, deliberately I had him slip is hand on her womanhood, deliberately I let him feel the wetness, feel the arousal her humiliation, her submission had coursed. Without a word I knelt behind his wife, without a word I knelt behind Charlotte, forcefully I took hold of her wrists, forcefully I crossed them behind her back. Firmly, tightly, I wrapped the first leg of the shear black nylon pantyhose around her crossed wrists, five times I wrapped the shear black nylon around her crossed wrists, in a figure of 8, five times I knotted and clinched off her bindings.
By the time I was done escape would be impossible, by the time I was done her wrists, her hands were helpless. Without stopping, without so much as a pause, I continued, I continued by crossing her ankles. As I’d done with her wrists, using the second leg of her shear black pantyhose, I bound them firmly, I bound them tightly. As I’d done with her wrists, five times I wrapped the shear black nylon around her crossed ankles, five times I clinched and knotted off the black shear nylon, in a figure of 8 pattern.
Oh so soon, even as my brother in law played with his wife’s womanhood, as he caressed, as he rubbed, as he teased his wife’s womanhood her wrists and ankles had been rendered helpless, had been bound securely. Oh so soon it was time for her gag, time for her blindfold. With the faintest of whispers, whispers in her ear I ordered Charlotte to, “open wide”, I told her, “ it’s time to guarantee your silence”. Whether it was with reluctance, or not, it was impossible to tell, my sister in law, Charlotte obeyed, Charlotte opened wide, Charlotte accepted having her own pink spandex panties pushed in her mouth.
With very little effort I packed them in, with very little effort her mouth was filled. Taking hold of just one white knee length cotton sock, having tied a large knot in the centre, I pasted it between her teeth, I fed it around her head, I bound it tightly behind her head. Quickly she’d found herself bound, had found herself gagged, but I still wasn’t finished, still I had plenty to do, for next, next came the blindfold, next she found her world being plunged into darkness, next her feelings of helplessness increased. And yet, even as her helplessness was increased, even as she was bound, gagged and blindfolded, still her husband, my brother in law, sexually teased and tormented her womanhood. But still he delighted in dominating his once arrogant, rude, and most often dominate wife.
As time was moving on, as time was passing us by, as I need to get home, as I need to get some rest, I made sure my sister in law, I made sure Charlotte heard me tell him, “it’s time to get her to the bedroom, we need to ensure you can do with her as you wish”. “Would you like my help, would you like me to help you get her to the bedroom”. With a shake of his head, with a smile, he lifted her, with a shake of the head, with a smile he threw her over his shoulder. “That’s good”, I commented with a smile, “now spank her butt, nice and hard”, I instructed him, “spank it for every step you take”, I continued smiling.
With a muffled mmmppphhh, Charlotte tried to say something, tried to beg him not to, with a firm hand smack, I was pleased to see my brother in law cut her protests short, cut them off entirely. One step, one smack at a time we slowly made our way out of the lounge, we made our way upstairs, we made our way into their bedroom. Quietly, so as to not wake my nephew, who slept in the room next door, I had my brother in law lie his helpless, gagged, blindfolded wife face up on their bed, had him stretch her legs out fully. With swiftness I took the third leg of her shear nylon pantyhose and bound her ankles to the foot of their bed. With the fourth I past it under her armpits, I pulled it tightly, I bound it to the headboard of their bed. Within a couple of minutes I’d ensured she wouldn’t be moving around in their bed that night, within a couple of minutes I’d ensured she was at the mercy of my brother in law, at the mercy of her husband.
With that, I bid them both “goodnight”, with that I told my brother in law, “well Craig, you know what to do now”, with that I told him, “leave her bound, gagged and blindfolded until I contact you in the morning, with my instructions”. Having done so, quietly, I slipped out of the bedroom, having done so, quietly, I made my way downstairs, turning the lights off as I went, having done so, quietly I slipped out of the front door, making sure it was secure, having done so, I drove home and slipped into bed with my beautiful, still soundly sleeping wife, having done so, I promptly fell asleep.
Well I hope you’ve enjoyed part one, and hope you’ll pass on your thoughts and comments like you have so many times before
Bandit666
I wasn’t expecting that, but I’m not complaining
It was late on a hot and sticky Thursday night in mid July, or to be more precise it was very, very early on a hot and sticky Friday morning in mid July when it happened, when I received the phone call from my brother in law, from my wife’s brother. I was, if I’m honest, about to drift off to sleep, along side my beautiful blonde haired, blue eyed wife, who had already done so, done so thanks to the previous couple of hours we’d spent together. For over those couple of hours, she’d laid bound, naked and spreadeagled to our bed, for over those couple of hours she’d been suckling on the thick, bulbous penis shaped intruder in her mouth, an intruder that remained in place thanks to the large black leather panel buckled over her mouth, buckled tightly over her mouth. During that time I’d kissed, caressed, teased and pleased her, I had in all fairness worn her out with my wickedness. She’d been edged so many times even I’d lost count, she’d been made to orgasm so many times even I’d lost count. By the time I’d finished it took all her strength just to freshen up, just to slip into a simple pair of red satin panties, just to climb into bed and wish me goodnight.
So, truthfully, it came as no surprise, when the sound of my phone went unnoticed, unnoticed by my soundly sleeping wife, it came as no surprise, when the sound of my voice went unnoticed, unnoticed by my soundly sleeping wife, it came as no surprise, when she failed to notice me slipping out of the bed, slipping out of bed and leaving the room. Quietly I spoke to my brother in law, quietly I listened as he apologised for calling at such a late hour, quietly I listened as he asked me if I could come over as soon as possible.
I could tell by the tone of his voice all was not well, I could tell by the tone of his voice all was not good between himself and his wife of 18 months. But then, I’d known for a while, that they were having problems, I’d known for a while, that their marriage was, as they say on the rocks. So of course, knowing that, I really didn’t see what else I could do but say yes, but to tell him I’d be there in roughly 30 minutes.
Sadly I got dressed, quickly I chucked on a pair of jeans and plain white t-shirt, sadly I left my home, quickly slipping into my classic Jaguar Mk2, sadly I headed for his house, expecting to find him home alone, expecting to discover his wife, to discover Charlotte had walked out on him, having taken my nephew, his son with her.
It was, normally only a 20 minute drive from my place to his, and yet, thanks to the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach it took just a little bit longer, for if I’m honest, despite the fact I dressed quickly, despite the fact I quickly slipped into the Jag, I had in fact dragged out the journey afraid of the scene I’d face upon my arrival.
So imagine my surprise when it was, his wife, when it was, Charlotte that came to the door, when it was Charlotte, wearing a simple tight fitting, red dress that answered the door. “Oh John, thank you for coming at such a late hour”, she greeted me politely, she greeted me without her normal, arrogant, oh what do you want attitude. “Won’t you please come in and join us in the lounge”, she asked of me. I could see the sadness, see the upset in her eyes as she stepped aside, stepped aside to let me past. Upon entering the living room I could see the sadness, see the upset in my brother in laws eyes, and it’s safe to say I wondered just what I’d walked into, I wondered just why I was there.
As while they were family, they were through marriage, part of my family, I couldn’t exactly say we were close, I couldn’t, unlike my wife say we saw a lot of each other. But that’s not to say, not to imply, there was any trouble or strife between us, that’s not to say, not to imply, there was any disliking or animosity between us you understand, for there wasn’t, we simply didn’t have a lot in common, we simply didn’t have the time to get together.
However, with all that said, having said we weren’t exactly close, I had, as you’d expect, them being family and all, always made it clear I was here should they need me, should there be anything I could do to help, and it seems that’s why I was there that very, very early, hot and sticky Friday morning.
Rather unsurprisingly it was my sister in law, it was Charlotte that spoke first, “thank you again for coming at such a late hour”, she said quietly, as she perched herself on the edge of the sofa, “especially as everyone but ourselves will be leaving later today”, she added quietly, she added acknowledging the fact that later in the morning my wife, brother in law, nephew and in laws would to be leaving for a fortnight, would be going away on family business, would leaving only Charlotte and myself behind.
“As you know…….we’ve been having issues in our marriage for a little while now”, she admitted, she admitted, telling what I already knew, “and I won’t lie…..a lot of that falls on my shoulders, a lot of that boils down to me”, Charlotte surprised me by confessing, “I just way to dominate, and way to bossy for my own good at times”, she continued quietly, she continued quietly as she lowered her head, in what appeared to be shame. “I’ve always been unwilling to listen to what other have to say, what others want”, she openly acknowledged, “I’ve never been one to accept what others might want, might need, might think” she added almost as a conclusion to her first truly honest statement.
“I see, and you think I can help you change”, I said looking puzzled, “well I certainly hope so”, my sister in law, Charlotte replied, “you see I’m hoping……err, umm, you might teach me how to be more like Lauren”. “What do you mean more like Lauren”, who by the way is my gorgeous, beautiful wife. “Well…..and please don’t be mad with her, but she told me all about the games you play”, my sister law, Charlotte continued, biting her bottom lip slightly, “I see, and you want something similar for yourself”, I asked, pushing for more. “N…no, I want the full Dom/sub life style you live”, she responded, she shocked me by responding.
“I..l wa..want to learn, I want you to teach me”, she stuttered, she stuttered while playing with the hem of her little red dress, “I…I wa…want to become a good wife and sister in law”, she continued accidentally flashing her panties as she shuffled.
“Wi..will, you ple..please teach me how to obey you, how to obey Craig”, she added, she added looking over towards him. After a brief pause, after taking a moment to consider what my sister in law, what Charlotte was asking of me, after taking a moment to consider the situation, after taking a moment to consider the possible consequences, I looked over towards my brother in law, I looked over hoping for some kind of input.
As throughout her little speech, throughout her explanation, throughout her quiet admittance, my brother in law had remained eerily silent, my brother in law hadn’t uttered a word, my brother in law, had in away remained rather submissive himself. Whenever I’d glanced across, whenever I’d looked in his direction, he’d simply nodded, nodded in silent agreement. Whenever I’d looked across, whenever I’d hoped he’d interject, whenever I’d hoped he would at least say something, he hadn’t.
So, reluctantly, yet again I spoke next, so, reluctantly I asked, “is this truly what you both want, are sure it’s the way you want it to be”. Finally, as if snapped out of his wallowing self pity, finally, as if it had suddenly become real, my brother in law spoke, “I just want to save our marriage”, he explained, “and we’ve certainly reached an impasse trying on our own”, he admitted. Finally, as if the flood gates had opened, as if I was offering to change the world, my brother in law continued, “it’s all true”, he began, “Charlotte’s dominating, stubborn, and at times rude attitude has got out of hand”, he continued, he continued as she fidgeted and bit her bottom lip, he continued as she fought the urge to interrupt. “She no longer seems to listen to what I want, what I’d like or even what I think”, he seemed reluctant to add. Finally as If the weight of the world had been lifted of his shoulders, as if the worm had turned, he admitted, “we want your help, we need your help, and if that means you have dominate Charlotte then so be it”, he rather blurted out.
Having remained silent as my brother in law spoke, having simply nodded my head at the appropriate times, after a brief pause, after a deep breath, I smiled, I told them “okay, I’ll do whatever I can to help you both”. “For the next fortnight you’ll live with me Charlotte”, I informed her, “while I try my best to train, trying to help, trying to change your behaviour, your attitude, and your mindset” I continued. “Oh thank you, thank you so very, very much, you’re our last chance”, they both responded, they both responded almost in unison.
“You’re welcome”, I said quietly, “but it can start right now”, I said with a smile, “stand up and move to the centre of the room”, I told my sister in law, I told Charlotte, my voice suddenly taking on a more dominate tone, “prove your acceptance”, I told her in the same dominate tone. In silence, without so much as a word, without any sign of reluctance, without a moments hesitation she obeyed, she stood and stepped forward. “That’s a good start, now remove that dress, take it off”, I commanded, I commanded in the same dominant tone, “stand before me, stand before your husband in just your underwear”, I ordered, I ordered in the same dominant tone.
Once again, in silence, without out so much as a word, without any sign of reluctance, without a moments hesitation she obeyed, she slowly removed her dress, she revealed her underwear to us both. “Very good”, I praised her in the same dominant tone, “from now on you’ll wear as much or as little as I desire, as Craig desires”, I informed her in the same dominant tone, “you can expect to spend most your time bound, gagged”, I informed her in the same dominant tone, “you can expect to be punished for even the slightest indiscretion”, I informed her in the dominant tone, “and finally you can expect to be sexually controlled, sexually tormented, sexually dominated”, I informed her in the same dominant tone.
In total silence, she stood before me, stood before my brother in law, in total silence she listened to my every word, in total silence she glanced over to my brother in law, my brother in law who sat impassively. Clad in only a pair of white floral print panties, in only a pair of white floral print panties and matching bra, she made no attempt to cover herself, made no attempt to use her arms to cover her breasts, to cover her womanhood, as I asked, “do you accept my dominance”. “I do”, came her simple reply, “do you accept you will be bound and gagged whenever I decide”, I asked in the now familiar dominant tone, “I do”, she replied, she replied fidgeting slightly, “do you accept you will punished whenever I deem it necessary”, I asked in the now familiar dominant tone, “and do you accept you will be sexually controlled, dominated and controlled by myself and your husband from now”, I asked in the now familiar dominant tone, “I do”, she replied clearly trembling.
Once more I spoke dominantly, spoke firmly, spoke directly, “very well, then from now on when we’re not with family and friends you will refer to me as sir”, I informed my sister in law, I informed Charlotte, “ye…yes si…..sir”, my sister in law, Charlotte acknowledged. Once more I spoke dominantly, spoke firmly, spoke directly, “and when you’re not with family and friends you will refer to Craig as master”, I informed my sister in law, I informed Charlotte, “ye…yes si…sir”, my sister in law, Charlotte acknowledged.
“Kneel, kneel and lower your head”, I commanded of my sister in law, I commanded of Charlotte, silently, obediently she slowly lowered herself into a kneeling position, silently, obediently she slowly bowed her head. Looking over at my brother in law, I saw his wide eyes, saw the admiration for what I’d achieved so quickly, saw the admiration for how his wife had obeyed, saw the admiration of how submissive she appeared. Looking over at my brother in law, with a nod, with only a few words, I asked of him, “please go to your bedroom Craig”, appearing puzzled he stood. “I’d like you to fetch pair of Charlotte’s panties”, I continued as he continued to look puzzled, “oh and two pairs of her pantyhose”, I added as he headed for the door. “Err, okay”, he acknowledged still looking puzzled, “ahh, and one more thing, could you also fetch a pair of her longest white socks”, I called out as he left.
Silently Craig closed the door behind him, clearly I heard him race upstairs, clearly I heard him rummaging through his wife’s, through Charlottes bedside draws, clearly I heard him searching for all I’d requested, clearly I heard him return. “Could you please wait in the kitchen”, I called out, I politely asked of him, asked of him before he could enter the lounge. For by then, by then I was kneeling before his wife, before Charlotte, for by then, by then my hand was firmly wedged between her legs, was firmly gripping her womanhood.
For by then, by then I’d already whispered in her ear, I’d already told her “when Craig returns, you’ll be bound, gagged and blindfolded”, For by then, by then I’d already whispered in her ear, I’d already told her, “very soon you’ll feel your husbands hands all over your helplessly trussed up body”. For by then, by then I’d already whisper in her ear, I’d already told her, ”you’ll feel yourself being carried, carried to your bedroom as you remain helpless”. For by then, by then I’d already whispered in her ear, I’d already told her, “you’ll feel Craig’s kisses, Craig’s caresses, you’ll feel Craig slowly torment you sexually as you remain helpless. For by then, by then I’d already whispered in her ear, I’d already told her, “and once he’s done, once he’s satisfied, you’ll remain bound, gagged and blindfolded, you’ll sleep bound, gagged and blindfolded”.
Any yet, yet even as I told her what to expect, what would happen to her, not once did she show any sign of reluctance, not once did she show any sign of resistance, not once did she show any sign of disagreement. Instead she remained silent, instead she accepted my hand against her womanhood, instead she accepted my caress, instead her head remained bowed. I could see how she bit her lip, I could feel how wet my caress was making her, I could see how much she wanted to submit, how much she wanted to obey, how much she wanted to save her marriage. Slowly, I withdrew my hand, slowly I stood, firmly I commanded of her, “do not move, do not make a sound”, “ye…yes si….sir”, she muttered faintly, “I’ll be back with Craig when I am ready, and only when I’m ready”, I added, I added as I left the room.
Slowly I walked out of the lounge, slowly I walked into the kitchen, deliberately I left her alone in her submission, in her humiliation. For a good 5 maybe 10 minutes I sat in the kitchen, I sat in the kitchen with my brother in law, for a good 5 maybe 10 minutes I along side my brother in law in silence. Until at last, at last I broke the silence, at last I broke the silence by asking, “so are you truly okay with all of this”. With a nod and a smile, he confirmed, “yes, yes I am”, which came as a relief to me. “I’m so pleased you agreed to help”, he continued, he continued seeming more relaxed that he had for such a long time, which came as a relief to me. “I know it might sound wrong, it might sound crass and nasty, but I want you to do whatever it takes to save our marriage”, which gave me the confirmation I needed. “Please just do whatever it takes, no matter what”, he added, he added as if the stress had slipped away, “bind her, gag her, sexual dominant and torment her, anything as long as it works”, he said inclusion, her said quietly.
Yet, even as we’d talked, even as we’d sat opposite each other, even as he’d confirmed his agreement, my hands hadn’t been idol, hadn’t been inactive. For he’d watched in fascination, he’d watched in uncertainty, he’d watched in puzzlement, as I’d taken hold of some scissors, as I’d carefully cut up the two pairs of shear black nylon pantyhose, cut them directly up the middle of the crotch, cut them in half. For he’d watched in fascination, he’d watched in uncertainty, he’d watched in puzzlement, as I’d taken hold of his wife’s, of Charlotte’s pink spandex like panties, as I’d taken hold of his wife’s, of Charlotte’s pink spandex panties and ball them up.
But then, then, the time came, the time came for us to return, return to his submissive wife, return to find her kneeling just where I’d left her, return to find her head still lowered. Deliberately I had him walk around her a few times, deliberately I had him kneel before her, deliberately I had him slip is hand on her womanhood, deliberately I let him feel the wetness, feel the arousal her humiliation, her submission had coursed. Without a word I knelt behind his wife, without a word I knelt behind Charlotte, forcefully I took hold of her wrists, forcefully I crossed them behind her back. Firmly, tightly, I wrapped the first leg of the shear black nylon pantyhose around her crossed wrists, five times I wrapped the shear black nylon around her crossed wrists, in a figure of 8, five times I knotted and clinched off her bindings.
By the time I was done escape would be impossible, by the time I was done her wrists, her hands were helpless. Without stopping, without so much as a pause, I continued, I continued by crossing her ankles. As I’d done with her wrists, using the second leg of her shear black pantyhose, I bound them firmly, I bound them tightly. As I’d done with her wrists, five times I wrapped the shear black nylon around her crossed ankles, five times I clinched and knotted off the black shear nylon, in a figure of 8 pattern.
Oh so soon, even as my brother in law played with his wife’s womanhood, as he caressed, as he rubbed, as he teased his wife’s womanhood her wrists and ankles had been rendered helpless, had been bound securely. Oh so soon it was time for her gag, time for her blindfold. With the faintest of whispers, whispers in her ear I ordered Charlotte to, “open wide”, I told her, “ it’s time to guarantee your silence”. Whether it was with reluctance, or not, it was impossible to tell, my sister in law, Charlotte obeyed, Charlotte opened wide, Charlotte accepted having her own pink spandex panties pushed in her mouth.
With very little effort I packed them in, with very little effort her mouth was filled. Taking hold of just one white knee length cotton sock, having tied a large knot in the centre, I pasted it between her teeth, I fed it around her head, I bound it tightly behind her head. Quickly she’d found herself bound, had found herself gagged, but I still wasn’t finished, still I had plenty to do, for next, next came the blindfold, next she found her world being plunged into darkness, next her feelings of helplessness increased. And yet, even as her helplessness was increased, even as she was bound, gagged and blindfolded, still her husband, my brother in law, sexually teased and tormented her womanhood. But still he delighted in dominating his once arrogant, rude, and most often dominate wife.
As time was moving on, as time was passing us by, as I need to get home, as I need to get some rest, I made sure my sister in law, I made sure Charlotte heard me tell him, “it’s time to get her to the bedroom, we need to ensure you can do with her as you wish”. “Would you like my help, would you like me to help you get her to the bedroom”. With a shake of his head, with a smile, he lifted her, with a shake of the head, with a smile he threw her over his shoulder. “That’s good”, I commented with a smile, “now spank her butt, nice and hard”, I instructed him, “spank it for every step you take”, I continued smiling.
With a muffled mmmppphhh, Charlotte tried to say something, tried to beg him not to, with a firm hand smack, I was pleased to see my brother in law cut her protests short, cut them off entirely. One step, one smack at a time we slowly made our way out of the lounge, we made our way upstairs, we made our way into their bedroom. Quietly, so as to not wake my nephew, who slept in the room next door, I had my brother in law lie his helpless, gagged, blindfolded wife face up on their bed, had him stretch her legs out fully. With swiftness I took the third leg of her shear nylon pantyhose and bound her ankles to the foot of their bed. With the fourth I past it under her armpits, I pulled it tightly, I bound it to the headboard of their bed. Within a couple of minutes I’d ensured she wouldn’t be moving around in their bed that night, within a couple of minutes I’d ensured she was at the mercy of my brother in law, at the mercy of her husband.
With that, I bid them both “goodnight”, with that I told my brother in law, “well Craig, you know what to do now”, with that I told him, “leave her bound, gagged and blindfolded until I contact you in the morning, with my instructions”. Having done so, quietly, I slipped out of the bedroom, having done so, quietly, I made my way downstairs, turning the lights off as I went, having done so, quietly I slipped out of the front door, making sure it was secure, having done so, I drove home and slipped into bed with my beautiful, still soundly sleeping wife, having done so, I promptly fell asleep.
Well I hope you’ve enjoyed part one, and hope you’ll pass on your thoughts and comments like you have so many times before
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