Chained! The 1970's Erotic Classic
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Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
Description: Bondage Brought Her Passion Without Limit! In this unforgettable novel, Sally Akins finds herself in such a situation. Because of her frigidity, Sally's husband decides the only way he can get sex from her is to enslave her in chains, degrade her, break her to his will, and make her his willing obedient sex slave.--the end result is a wife whose passion has no limits. Though Sally suffers at first and perceives her experiences as an unspeakably horrible ordeal, she slowly realizes that in bondage she is free of her sexual inhibitions because she has no choice in what she does. Freed of responsibility, and hence guilt, she finds herself having powerful sexual responses to her husband's command. Ultimately, she comes though with her sensibilities intact, knowing that bondage has unleashed her sexuality.
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler Editions,
eBookwise Release Date: October 2008
11 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [115 KB]
Reading time: 74-104 min.
Sylvia Kern heard the crunch of the tires on the gavel. Patrick, her husband was home. She felt her pussy convulse, and she glanced hurriedly round the room to make sure everything was in its place. The lighting was soft and seductive, the ropes were out if he wanted to use them, and the padded bench was in place in the center of the carpet. She heard him open the front door.
"Hi honey," she called.
"Hi," he shouted. "Any coffee on?"
"Yes, the pot's on the stove."
She waited breathlessly while she heard him clinking mugs and opening the refrigerator. It was only a few minutes, but to her it seemed like hours before he opened the bedroom door and came in. Patrick was tall, over six feet, and his muscular body had stayed firm for the ten years of their marriage. Instantly he knew what was on her mind, and he grinned, tossed his jacket over a chair and sat down in another chair, eyeing Sylvia as she got up off the bed and paraded slowly into the middle of the room.
"Did you have a nice evening with John?" she asked sliding a hand slowly into the opening of her long robe.
"Well, the poor fucker's really in a mess," said Patrick, easing back in the chair and stretching his legs. "It's that bitch of a wife of his." He grinned again and yawned, taking a gulp of his coffee. "Apparently, she's dressing up in all this seductive gear and turning him on, then pulling away and treating him as if he's some kind of sex fiend and should be locked up. The poor bastard's jerking off for relief."
"You know what she needs," said Sylvia, so taken with the idea she stopped running her hands over her body. "How about we get them to take a weekend with us and Cindy and Hank? At the cabin? That would break her in. And Cindy said they've got a new slave you've just got to fuck. How about that?"
Patrick gazed at his wife for a few seconds. "Worth a try," he said. "I'll call Hank in the morning."
"Good," said Sylvia and moved closer to him. "I hope you're ready." She began opening the top of her robe. "I was a really bad girl today."
"Uh-huh," said Patrick, feeling his cock already stiffening in his pants.
"Yes," said Sylvia softly, opening her robe the rest of the way and dropping it on the floor. "A really bad girl."
After all these years, Patrick still gasped as she stood there. Her long wavy brunette hair flowed over her shoulders and her blue eyes were wide with expectation and desire. But it was the fact that Sylvia wore her schoolgirl uniform that really turned Patrick on. She was hot. She really wanted it tonight. The white, low-cut blouse just covered the lower half of her thrusting tits, and the dark-blue straps of her schoolgirl dress just ran over the nipples, keeping them hidden from view. The pleated skirt stopped well short of her knees, flaring out over her taut ass cheeks. Below the dress were her white stockings, matching the blouse and outlining a pair of legs that begged to be stretched open. The high heels she wore accentuated those legs to the point that Patrick wanted to leap out of the chair and ram his cock into her pussy right away, but he restrained himself. He had some work to do first.
"So you were a bad girl, were you?" he asked.
"Oh, yes sir," she whispered, sounding as if she were terrified. "I was a very bad girl, sir." She gasped at the thought and ran her hands over the short skirt, easing it up as she caressed her thighs.
"So what did you do?" asked Patrick, rubbing his cock in his pants.
"I watched a dirty movie, sir," said Sylvia softly, her voice trembling, her hands on her waist and running up to the swelling mounds of her tits.
"I see," said Patrick.
"And I ... I made myself come, sir, while I watched it," said Sylvia.
"That is certainly a very bad girl," agreed Patrick. He sat up a little in the chair. "We shall have to punish you very severely for that."
"Yes, sir, you must," Sylvia gasped, her fingers now opening the top button of her blouse and slipping wantonly in to pinch her hard nipples.
"Take my shoes and socks off," Patrick ordered.
Willingly Sylvia came forward, knelt at his feet and slipped his casuals off. Then she took his socks off and tossed them aside.
"My shin, girl," Patrick ordered.
"Oh, yes, sir," Sylvia whispered.
Slowly she worked her hands up his strong body, running them over the stiff cock-bulge in his pants, then over his chest until she was at the open neck of his shirt. She half stood, nuzzling her lips into his neck as her fingers rapidly opened his shirt and pulled it out of the waistband of his pants.
"Did I tell you to kiss me?" he snapped.
"Oh, sorry, sir."
Sylvia pulled his shirt away and then, on the next order, she knelt again and pulled the zipper of his pants down, opening the button reaching in for his prick. She moaned at the hardness and strength of his cock, pulling it to her hot slick lips.
"Did I tell you to suck my cock?" Patrick asked, his voice full of menace.
"Oh, no, sir, no you didn't," Sylvia said, her voice cracking as she moaned again and licked at the tip of his prick.
"Take my pants off and leave my cock alone," he said.
"Please, sir--let me suck it, just a bit more," Sylvia begged, her tongue flicking over his cock, her hands on his balls.
"If you don't stop at once, I'll start counting, and you get one extra stroke of the whip for each number."
Patrick leaned back, in the chair and slowly counted to ten. Sylvia kept going crazy on his cock. She was even hotter than he had thought. In fact, she was going to bring him off at any moment.
"Oh, please, sir," she begged. "Please let me suck you off sir. I was such a bad girl. Then you must whip me till you're hard again and then have me anyway you want. Please, sir." She ran her open mouth down the length of his cock until she was licking his balls and her fingers ran up and down his rock-hard fucker. "Please, sir? I'll be such a good girl."
"This is your last chance," he said. "If your mouth goes over my cock once more, that's exactly what you'll get."
With a groan of utter lust, Sylvia worked her mouth back up his cock and took it deep into her mouth again.
Patrick got to his feet and pulled her onto his throbbing prick. His hands wound themselves in her hair and he held her close, letting her mouth work inches on and off his cock. Sylvia murmured deep in her throat and her hands went down to her pussy, sliding inside her panties and working the clit. Patrick threw his head back and pulled her willing mouth right onto his cock, fucking it into her throat.
"Oh, shit!" he shouted, pulling at her hair until his cock was in her mouth to the balls.
"Suck me, you little whore." He began pulling his prick out, watching as she took in air with great heaving sobs and licked over the head of his prick while she hung onto the prickshaft as if for dear life. Sylvia leaned in, her hair still in his grasp, letting him ram home again until she could feel his cock fucking in and out of her throat. She let her throat muscles work on his cock, tightening, then releasing.
"Shit, am I gonna whip your ass," he snarled. "Whip it until I'm hard enough again to fuck it. Fuck that ass of yours, when it's still red and throbbing. Make you scream, you little whore, make you scream!"
"Oh, yes, sir--yes, I deserve it, I was so bad today," she gasped. "Oh, come in my mouth, please come in my mouth."
"Suck," he said, and pulled her in again. The soft red lips surrounded his cock tightly, forming a perfect circle as her wicked tongue started to work the underside of his cock shaft and he knew he wasn't going to last much longer. "That's right, you bitch."
Sylvia's hand went back down to her cunt, but Patrick saw her do it.
"Get that hand back on my cock," he ordered. "You come by sucking me, or you don't come, bitch."
For one desperate second Sylvia let her fingers close over her twitching clit, and that was more than enough. The first pulse of orgasm shot out from her pussy and all over her body. She sucked on his cock, taking it even deeper. She moaned as her orgasm burst harder through her, the sound muffled on his cock. Desperately, she pulled him closer, until her face was flush against his dark cock hair and her throbbing tits could scrape against the stiff hair on his thighs. Again she moaned, working her tits up and down his legs.
Then she felt his cock leap as it always did just before it was about to shoot. He was yelling as the cum burst out of his piss slit to stream out into her hot mouth. She moaned with a final wave of orgasm as the salty cock cream pumped down her throat and she swallowed, again and again, taking it down. But even then, the cum backed up, filling her cheeks until she let some of it escape from her lips and flow down over her chin.
"Oh, yes!" Patrick yelled as his cock fucked in and out of her red lips, shooting cum all the time. "Suck it all down!"
He watched as her tongue flicked out to get more of his jism. Sucking as the slid down, the last waves of her orgasm washing over her, Sylvia took the last shots of cum from her husband. Then she cleaned his cummy cock with her mouth and caught the cum on her chin with her fingers and licked them clean, too. Then she just sat at his feet and looked up at him. Her short skirt just covered the tops of her thighs and her blouse was now open almost to the waist, showing the whole of her tit.
Patrick looked down at her.
"Now get me the whip," he said. "I'll teach you not to suck me off before I tell you to."
"Yes, sir," she said, and she got to her feet, flicking her skirt so that he could see her panties as she did so.