Day Two - Preparation

Kelli woke with a start and then settled back into the pillow. Her sleep had been fitful, filled with disturbing images of Jack and other men touching, groping and penetrating her. Still a little confused, she looked over to see Jack sprawled out in the bed, his naked body only half covered by the twisted sheet. She quickly realized that she too wore no nightclothes. She'd slept nude for the first time in, well, in her whole life!

That brought her memories of the previous day flooding back. Jack's plan to get even with her for her infidelity. His ultimatum and contract. The change in his personality. The way he'd violated her, both mentally and physically. The fear, anxiety and yes, excitement, that she'd felt. And the way he'd taken her at the end of the night. The humiliation, the intense pleasure, and the shocking way she'd capitulated at the end.

The end? She whipped her head around to see the clock and then breathed a sigh of relief. She had a few minutes before she was to wake him up. Long enough to try and soothe the pain in her body and calm her racing mind. She could see that the whole thing was a way for him to punish her. Not only for her infidelity, but for her adament belief that sex was wrong. She'd known for a while that he was unhappy with their sex life. He wanted to do things that people shouldn't be doing. And instead of compromising, she'd stonewalled him, keeping the two of them from enjoying any pleasure.

She wasn't so naïve as to think that no one else was doing these things. She watched TV, went to the movies, surfed the Internet. But for her whole life, she'd been raised a strict Baptist. If it wasn't in the Bible, you weren't supposed to do it. The fact that she and Jack had sex when they weren't trying to have children had been a real point of pride for her. Then, yesterday, every time he'd forced her to break one of her taboos, she'd seen a look of triumph in his eyes. She knew it was going to be a long two weeks. She had a lot of taboos.

Her attitudes were as much her parents' fault as anybody's. When they lived down South, the church had been the center of their lives. And when they'd taken Kelli and her sisters north to live, they'd brought along the 100-proof version of their religion as a defense against Northern liberals. Most of all, they'd instilled a definite fear of God in their daughters. When her mother had caught Kelli touching herself one day, she'd lectured her on the impurities of women and then admonished her, "God is watching."

That single phrase was at the center of so many of her inhibitions. That's why they always made love in the dark. That's why she kept her clothes simple and plain, even though Jack continually asked her to show more skin. That's why she never used dirty words. And that's why she didn't touch his penis, or put it in her mouth, or even touch his ejaculation. God was always watching, and the thought of Him watching her do that embarrassed her.

But now, well, God would just have to deal with it. Today was Sunday, and she thought that Jack would still want to go to church. She'd watch and listen carefully during the service, and see if God gave her a sign that what she was doing was wrong. She hoped not, because doing this for Jack seemed to be the only way of keeping him. And while it wasn't all fun, it was a little fun being bad.

She turned to the clock just as the number flipped over to 8:00. He'd given her explicit instructions last night about how he wanted to be awakened every morning. She was to get up before him, make sure the coffee was brewing, and then wake him by sucking on his penis...no, she had to learn to say it....by sucking on his 'cock' until he got hard. She'd put the coffee on the automatic timer, so that left only one thing to do.

Shifting around so her head faced the foot of the bed, she tried to disentangle his limbs from the sheets, but quickly gave up. He was too wrapped up. She didn't think that waking him up first would go over well, so instead she crawled up under the sheet and inched her way between his legs. In the enclosed space his muskiness and the lack of open air left her lightheaded. But finally she inched forward enough to be within striking distance of his manhood.

Seen limp and resting, it looked harmless. But when fully erect it was thick and long, over seven inches, and capable of tearing her apart. As her vagi...no, her cunt...could fully attest. Tentatively she took the head, and then the shaft into her mouth, rolling the folds of skin around with her tongue. In response Jack groaned and opened his legs a little wider. Encouraged, she began sucking at the soft skin, thrilled to feel it growing within her mouth. Every other time she'd ever taken him this way, he'd already been hard.

With a whoosh Jack pulled the covers from her body. She could imagine what she looked like, naked and suckling on his manhood. But she persisted, knowing that to stop would only anger him. She thought of her mother's pre-marital advice on how to keep a man happy. It hadn't mentioned this. Finally Kelli had Jack's cock stiff and quivering. "Should I keep going, Sir?" she asked, knowing that the question would please him.

"No, come up here instead," he replied, giving her head a slight tug. When they were eye-to-eye, he pulled her to him and kissed her long and hard, his tongue dancing with hers. Kissing was one of the few sexual pleasures she'd felt comfortable with, and she'd developed quite a talent for it. But just when it felt like she might melt into his arms, he flipped her on her back, mounted her, and slipped his cock in the folds between her legs. To her surprise she was already very wet, and she automatically raised her legs to let him farther in.

He fucked her silently for several minutes, his blank stare a sign that his thoughts were far away. Kelli, though, took in every sight and sensationof this new experience of making love in the daytime. She watched as his wet cock slid smoothly in and out of her. She noticed how her breasts quivered with every stroke, and how good it felt when Jack's muscled chest rubbed against her nipples. She took in every play of his muscles. She memorized every sensation of his manhood spearing inside her. She felt a sudden thrill when she noticed that the drapes were open. And she smiled when she felt the familiar warmness of an oncoming orgasm.

But just as it was starting to feel good, Jack pulled out and rolled off her. For a moment they just lay side by side, their breathing slowing to normal. "Sit up and give me your hand," he finally said to her, taking it in his. "There are a couple of things I want you to do for me for the next two weeks." Whoa, back to reality, Kelli thought. "The first thing I want you to do today is to shave your muff when you shave your legs. I want all the hair from between your legs removed, except for a strip two fingers wide." He placed her fingers just above her slit to demonstrate. "And from now on, when you're with me but not serving me, I want you kneeling on the floor in your base position. That way I can keep an eye on you."