Faithfully (Club Decadence) (7 page)

“Make it special for under $250.”

“But-“

“Do not argue any further. 
My hand is sore, so I know your butt can’t take anymore this morning.  But if that’s how you want to play it, I can get the paddle.”

“No
thank you, Sir.”

“Joanna, did you sit down with me and the financial planner about a month ago?”

“Yes.”

“
Did you agree we need to save more toward retirement and the kid’s college?”

“Yes, but-.”

He held up his hand to cut her off.  “We agreed.  Take it back and that’s final.”  He waited as she pouted prettily, but then finally nodded her head.

“We agreed.  I’ll take it back.”

“Good girl.” Giving her a quick kiss, he then rolled out of bed.  “I’ve got to go to work.”

“You really would have liked it.”

“Joanna!”  He warned her with just her name.  The tone was his officer tone and she dropped it immediately.  After two decades, she knew when he’d had enough.

After he left
, she headed to the bathroom to assess the damage.  Looking at her butt in the mirror, she was surprised that her bottom only carried a few light red lines from the cane.  Rubbing her hands across them gently they didn’t feel raised but were tender to the touch.  Her thighs on the other hand were a deep red, just like a really bad sunburn.  When she touched them she could feel the heat.  She filled the tub with tepid water and after taking her prescription strength 800mg of ibuprofen, eased into the bath for a soak.  Her thoughts turned to their anniversary.  It had taken her months to think of anything and when she had it took her another month to get up the nerve to order the custom-made piece of bondage furniture.

Peter had complained about using the low profile ottoman as a spanking bench.  She thought she had come up with a great gift
idea, but when she started her online search she found them to be costly and downright ugly.  Then she had come across the website Lock, Stock and Barrel.  They specialized in custom made bondage equipment that looked like regular furniture.  In particular she liked a tapestry-covered padded bench with rolled arms.  It was much taller than the ottoman and she’d be able to bend over either end comfortably.  It would also make it easier on him.  He could stand instead of kneeling to punish or play with her.  They were removable and could be connected at the base of the legs to make a kneeler.  There was storage, hidden eye bolts for restraints and it was made out of sturdy mahogany that matched their bedroom furniture.   She was even able to select the fabric to match their color scheme.

She pulled on her robe and walked out into the
bedroom looking for her purse.  Finding what she was looking for, she realized she was in trouble.  She looked down at the receipt in her hands.  The words jumping off the page at her;
all sales of custom made furniture are final
.  Shit!  She plopped down on the bed in frustration, too late remembering her sore butt.  Squealing she hopped back up, her hands flying to her behind.  Making a mental note, she said to herself, “Get more Arnica, because girl… you’re going to need it.”

Peter made it home about 6:30
.  Later than he’d hoped but something had come up at the last minute with a recruit and it had to be handled. The house was quiet; both kids were gone for the evening leaving him and Joanna the house to themselves for their anniversary celebration.  He needed to call the restaurant about the reservations.

“Joanna?”

“I’m up in the bedroom, honey.  Can you come up?  I want to show you something.”

He walked through the dark house and up the stairs.  The only light was a soft glow coming from the master bedroom.  “I need to call and push back our
reservations; we’ll never make it by seven…”  His voice trailed off as he entered their bedroom and saw one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen.  His girl was kneeling in the center of the room, bent over, her arms stretched out in front of her.  Her forehead was resting on the floor between them.  He recognized this as the Gorean obedience position. 

Several years ago¸ they
had read to each other from some of John Norman’s “The Chronicles of Gor”.  They had both found the fantasy books entertaining, but Joanna had taken a particular interest in the pleasure slaves.  Especially the Master/slave relationship including the commands, the stringent training, and the use of hand signals for the Master to designate different slave positions.  Walking in, he closed and locked the door behind him.  He slowly circled her prone form, stopping from behind for a moment to admire the view.  Her ass was in the air and he could see the moisture from her pussy glistening on her inner thighs.  From behind, her legs were spread and he could see her thighs still bore a rosy hue from the tawse last night.

“You are beautiful, but your ankles should be crossed I think.”  He watched as she adjusted her position and his cock twitched, growing p
ainfully hard as he responded to the sight before him.  Reluctantly, he moved back to stand in front of her.  “What’s this about Joanna?”

“I beg your forgiveness, Master.  I failed to follow your orders and ask that you punish this unworthy slave.”

“Rise, Joanna.  I don’t recall the Gorean command for that.  Just kneel up and tell me what orders you neglected to follow.”

She rose gracefully to her knees and sat back on her crossed heels.  Her head was up, chest out and spreading her knees she placed her hands palm up on her thighs.  “Nadu, Master.”

“Excuse me?”

“Nadu is the Gorean position I am in now.”

“Have you been studying the positions?”

“No, Master some of them I really liked and they stuck with me.”

“OK, spill.  What is this about?”

She placed her hand on the bench next to her and removed a folded piece of paper.    It was then that he noticed the new piece of furniture.  He quirked a brow at her and accepted the paper she held out. 
The words highlighted in the middle of the page made things clear immediately;
all sales of custom made furniture are final.

“I’m sorry Master, I couldn’t return it.” 

Walking over to the bench he noticed that she had placed their paddle, which they called big Bertha, upon the tapestry top.  “It’s a lovely piece, Joanna but is it worth the punishment you’ll receive?”

“If it makes a difference, I saved for this
for over four months out of my spending money.  I have the money to pay off the credit card before the interest charge hits.  I wanted it to be a surprise.”

“Hmm… So, you planned
ahead and saved to get this for me.”  He was puzzled, it was a nice piece, he hadn’t lied.  But sitting on the bed had always been sufficient for him to tie his shoes or to sit for that matter.  “I am really glad I didn’t punish you for the credit card charge this morning.  I’m proud of you for saving rather than charging and I owe you an apology, darlin’.”

Joanna smiled at his puzzled look
as he stared at the bench.  “It’s really a special bench, Master.  Shall I show you?”

“Please…”

Crawling to the nearby bench, she slid it away from the foot of the bed.  “This is a custom made, multi-function bondage bench.”

“Really?  You’re shitting me.  You bought me a bondage bench for our anniversary.
”  He was shocked and stood staring at his usually shy wife.   Although adventurous in bed she was a submissive and usually waited for him to take the lead.  This was a bold step.

“
I can’t believe it!”  He knelt next to her laughing and pulled her into his arms.  “Do you know how thankful I am for you, baby?  I don’t know any other husband who has a wife who loves him and wants to please him as much as you.  I love you for that.”

Looking at him a
little embarrassed, she quipped. “Maybe you don’t know any because your friends' wives are kinky closet nymphos like me.”

“Ha! 
I can’t see Mable Lindstrum baring her ass for Marty’s paddle, can you?”

The thought brought on a fit of giggles
in Joanna who finally sucked in breath enough to say, “Oh Master, that’s the funniest thing… she must be… 250 pounds… to his 120.”  Wiping the tears from her eyes, an occasional giggle rippled through her before she took a breath and sighed.  “Stop making me laugh so I can show you your present.”

She slipped her finger inside one of the
arm rests and popped it off.  She then snapped it into place between the two legs on the side and it became a kneeler.  She pointed out the eyebolts hidden beneath the fabric and where they could be affixed at the bottom of each leg.  “Here are the instructions.  They claim there are over thirty variations for positions.  But I’ll let you figure them all out.  Then you can surprise me.”

“This has to be one of the most unique gifts I’ve ever gotten.”

“Yes, and we don’t have to hide it away from the kids or company.” She handed him a key and lifted the seat to reveal a storage area and numerous accessories. 

Peter, with his engineering training
, started rummaging through the bench and said, “I bet I can come up with fifty.”  He pulled out a pole and after only a minute of studying it, figured out how to attach it to the end.  He quickly had its mate attached to the other leg and looked at her with a wicked grin.  “This is going to be really fun, baby.  Thank you.”

“I hope I’ll enjoy it as muc
h as you will, Master.”

“I’ll make sure that you do.”

She watched as he quickly disassembled the restraint bars and kneeler then sat on the new bench and hauled her across his lap.  She had been aroused since she heard him walk in the front door, now he would be seeing her naked in the slave position.  She was nervous about telling him her fantasies but if she couldn’t tell Peter she’d have to take them to the grave unfulfilled.

As they snuggled and he petted her
, he murmured into her ear.  “I really like it when you call me Master.”

“I do
too, Master.”  Blushing and rubbing her hand across his lightly haired chest she averted her gaze shyly.  “I have another gift for you if I don’t lose my nerve first.”

“How can you be shy after all these
years?  I’ve touched, licked and fucked every square inch of you hundreds of times.  And now, you’ve given me a bondage bench.”

“I know, but you can’t touch, lick or fuck my brain.”

“Well, I’d have to argue about that last one, babe.  Part of the fun of D/s is the mind-fuck after all.”   He kissed her neck as his hand toyed with a distended nipple.

“
Wait; let me get your other gift before we get carried away.”  She pushed out of his arms and crossed to her nightstand retrieving a letter size envelope.  “Happy anniversary, honey, I hope you like it.” 

She sank to her knees in front of him and settled against him to watch his reaction with bated breath.

Peter unfolded the papers in the envelope and read in bold print at the top:  Pleasure Slave Contract.  Again he was surprised, but he quickly scanned the contract which read like a legal document. The slave’s role was defined as agreeing to submit to Master in all ways.  The master’s role was defined as accepting responsibility for the slave’s body with commitments to use, train, punish and love his slave as he sees fit.  Punishment was defined as well as the inability to use safe words except under certain specific requirement as in cases of imminent danger or if laws were going to be broken.  Some of it read like their DD rules, but most of it read like hardcore, 24/7 slave ownership to him. 

“This is well thought out
.  Where did you get it?”

“I printed it out from Melissa’s computer.  She has America
Online and you can find just about anything online.  It’s just a template.  We can change anything we want.  I typed it up on our word processor, so we can mark it up and I can reprint it.”

“Are you sure you want this, babe
? It says here you will not be able to say no to me.”

“I know.  Part of what got me so excited about the
Goreans is that they weren’t able to say no.  They were there to please their masters and…” She paused when she saw the frown on his face.  “You think it’s stupid, don’t you?  Well, it was just a silly fantasy.”  She tried to pull the papers from his hands but he wouldn’t let go.

“No Joanna.
I don’t think it’s stupid or silly and I’ll thank you not to put words in my mouth.  I do however have a few questions.  You know I experimented with bondage before we met and went to some clubs in Europe.  I was pretty kinky and sowed a lot of wild oats back then, but…"  He looked at the paper in his hand.  "A lot of our choices are already not mainstream, especially in this day and age.  We have already done a number of kinky things and I think our sex life is great as it is.  So my question is why this and why now?”

Tears filled her
eyes; he obviously thought she was weird or maybe even disgusting.  “I should have kept this stupid idea to myself.  I’m embarrassed.”

“Joanna Davis
!  Stop it right now.  I told you that I didn’t think this was stupid and if you keep saying it I’ll take you over my knee and christen this new bench right here.  I’m just trying to understand what you are asking for.  This says pleasure slave but the contract is more extreme. So are you looking to be my sex slave only, or are you asking for more?  Like full time, 24/7 ownership?”