As busy as Jack's day at work had been, he knew that Kelli's had been busier. Before leaving in the morning, he'd given her a list of things to buy and do that day. The entire list was to be completed before he returned at night. He made sure that she knew that the price of failure would be a fearsome punishment.

The first task on her list was to visit the lingerie store again and pick out some sheer and peek-a-boo bras and panties. He liked the idea of her wearing underwear but still revealing her most intimate places. After that she was to visit one of the many teen girl clothing stores found in the mall. She desperately needed some mor e revealing clothing.To keep her conservative tendancies in check, he limited her choices to tank-tops, cut-off T-shirts, and tight shorts. She looked grateful for the opportunity to shop for new clothes, even with those limitations. The outfit he'd laid out for her had been so skimpy as to be nonexistent. On his orders, she'd gotten dressed in a tight white tank-top with no bra, a midthigh skirt with g-string panties, no stockings, and white sandals. To his eyes, she looked like a woman on the make. Which was just what he wanted.

After a visit to the clothing store, he wanted her to stop at the video store and rent two X-rated videos. It didn't matter which ones. He thought her choices might reveal a little about where her thoughts were heading. After that, she was to take the car in and have the oil changed. He knew that the mechanics' stares would send her into fits of embarrassment. It was safe fun. He knew those guys pretty well, and they wouldn't do anything but stare.

His directions for her next visit, to the drugstore, were very explicit. She was to pick out a bottle of red nail polish, a stick of red lipstick, a tube of KY-Jelly, a bottle of Astroglide, a Polaroid camera and five packs of film. She was to buy only those items, and give him the receipt later. He wanted the clerk to know what his slutty little wife would be doing that night. And Jack wanted Kelli to know that the clerk knew what she would be doing that night.

Back home, she was to bathe and trim her pubes to a much thinner strip. Jack thought he might like to eat her out that night, and he didn't want any hair in the way. Then he wanted her to paint her fingernails and toenails, waiting to apply the lipstick until just prior to his arrival. After cleaning up the house and planning dinner, she was to start up the Mac and call up the web address he'd given her. The address would take her to a link site containing thousands of porn links. Her assignment was to find and download twenty pictures of people fucking: five man on top, five doggy style, five anal and five of her choice. Once she had them, she was to assemble them into a slide show that would be running when he came home.

On his list he'd ordered a dinner that could be eaten cold, just in case he wanted to get right into the evening's activities. Once everything was prepared, Kelli was to await his arrival in the family room, kneeling in her position of submission and wearing the day's uniform, minus the tank-top. Any variation from his instructions would be severely punished.

Walking into the kitchen, Jack was pleased to see all of her purchases lined up for his inspection. The clothing was sufficiently skimpy, the videos were graphic, and when he looked into the den, he could see the naked forms flashing across his computer screen. Now to test his wife's commitment to the program.

He entered the room to find his wife in complete compliance, kneeling on the floor with her tits bared and her gaze respectful. Just the sight of her body so open for his exploration, and exploitation, set his heart to racing. Now that he finally had his plans figured out, he just had to get her to go along. He'd rehearsed his reasons a couple of time in the car. He thought he finally had a good argument for why she should go along with his plan rather than seeing a marriage counselor.

"I see you managed to get your chores done for the day," he said to her while making himself comfortable on the couch.

"Yes, sir. I've tried to do everything you've asked of me..."

The tone of her voice puzzled him. "Was there something else you wanted to say?"

"Ummm, yes. I...I...I think I deserve to be punished!" she blurted out, her face quickly coloring as she dropped her gaze to the floor.

"Punished? What do you need to be punished for?" He tried to keep his voice as emotionless as possible. There was something weird going on here. He could feel it.

Her whole body trembled lightly as she lifted her face. "I haven't...I mean, I...I haven't been cooperating like I said I would," she hurried through her explanation. "I said I would do everything you say, and I would try to understand why you want me to. But I haven't been doing that. I haven't been doing my best. That's why I should be punished. So you know that now I really will be doing my best to make you happy. So you won't be mad anymore. So we can go back to being married again. So we can go back to being happy..."

Jack barely blinked as he took it all in. This was a better response than he'd even hoped for, and he hadn't even used any of his arguments. No, something had gotten through to her during the day. Somehow she'd come to realize just how serious he was about this. How much he needed to shock the one he loved in order to keep the one he loved. How much he needed some pleasure that was all about him and just for him.

"OK. Right here, right now, is your last chance to give me your total commitment to this plan. If you do, then we play it out until next Sunday, with no breaks and no backing out. If you don't, well, then we let the chips fall where they may. You'll get no second chance after this. It's now or never. So if you want to keep going and commit to this, just repeat after me, 'I, Kelli, swear to be your complete and total slave until midnight of next Sunday.'"

"I, Kelli, swear to be your complete and total slave until midnight of next Sunday."

He stared at her a moment, notreally seeing the woman kneeling before him, but rather seeing her willingly and enthusiastically bending to his will and performing at his pleasure. "Excellent. And yes, you will be punished for your failures. But not all at once. A little at a time, I think. A little every day to remind you why you have to go through all this. So that every time you hurt, you think, 'I will not cheat on my husband.'" He gave her a wicked glare. "But now, you'll perform for me."

On his orders, she stood before him, her hands locked behind her head and her breasts thrust out. She wiggled and jumped for him, causing her tits to bounce and sway sensuously. He indulged his every whim, not censoring his thoughts or words a single bit.

"Take off your sandals and lick the insides. Now squeeze your tit between the soles. Turn around, bend over and show me your ass. Pull your g-string tight into your crack. Take your skirt off, over your head. Yes, even if youhave to smash your tits on the way up. Now pull your g-string all the way into your pussy. I don't want to see any of it peeking out!"

Finally he had her stand before him, practically naked but for the g-string taut within her pussy lips and her ass crack. Her body was slick with sweat from her exertions in hurrying to follow his orders. Her eyes, though, held a flicker of excitement.

"Does that hurt you?" he asked.

"Yes, sir, it hurts a little."

"Good. It's supposed to. But there's something else, isn't there? You're a little turned on, aren't you?"

She dropped her head in apparent embarrassment. "Yes, sir. I'm turned on at having this thing in my pussy.