Day 5 - Inhibitions

Jack smiled with satisfaction at the pile of papers on his desk. It had taken him only a few hours to wade through the stack of work, leaving him plenty of time to plan for the next few days. Just thinking about it quickened his pulse. He'd discovered something about himself last night, and he was determined to explore it as much as possible. If only his conscience would leave him alone.

Guilt was at the heart of it, he knew. And shame. He felt ashamed that he had treated his wife in such a rough and cavalier manner. Ashamed that he'd made her do such embarrassing things. And ashamed that he'd enjoyed it so much.

He locked the door to his office, drew the blinds and turned to his desktop computer. As a VP in the company, he knew that he could expect a fair amount of privacy just by shutting his door. So, as he plugged the digital camera into the correct port, he knew he wouldn't be interrupted. The first image to appear on the screen brought all of his doubts, and his excitement, to the fore. His wife dangled before him from the ropes attached to her wrists and legs, naked from head to toe. Silver clamps painfully pinched her nipples between unyielding calipers, while a sturdy metal chain linked one breast to the other. He could clearly see into her slit, red and wet from his brutal manipulations. Her hair, matted with sweat, stuck plastered to her face, neck and shoulders. In her eyes he could see a wild mixture of fear, pain, surprise and pleasure. She looked as though she'd been brutalized, and knowing that he had been responsible sent a knife into his heart.

Despite that, he felt a thrill begin to stir in his groin at the utter depravity of the scene before him. He paged through the images, looking more and more into his wife's eyes for some signs of enjoyment and pleasure. Though he'd been caught up in the excitement last night, he felt sure that he'd felt an undercurrent of pleasure in her reactions. And the pictures before him seemed to confirm his suspicions.

He paused a moment, staring past the raw images on the screen. Why was it so important that Kelli enjoy what he was doing to her? She was the one who cheated, wasn't she? But that rationalization lasted only as long as it took to think it. He did care what Kelli thought, because he needed to have her trust and respect after their two-week experiment was over. If he were just going to use her and lose her, he could afford to be cold and mean. But even that wasn't part of his personality. He wasn't into the hurt. He was into the control aspect. He wasn't using punishment for pain, but punishment for behavior modification. But was that another rationalization? It was getting hard to tell.

Jack turned his attention back to the screen. After being relieved from this uncomfortable position, Kelli had neither screamed nor cried. Instead, she'd fallen against him with a sigh of relief. And in the morning she hadn't uttered a word of complaint, but simply awakened him with an excellent blow job, attended to his breakfast, bent over for her daily spanking, and helped him off to work. In fact, the only time the previous night had been mentioned was when he asked her how she felt. "Refreshed, Master," had been her reply.

Kelli had come a long way, there was no disputing that. She dressed as sleazily as any whore, expected and welcomed his fondling, performed her sexual duties with enthusiasm and freely accepted her submissive position. But, to date, it had all been accomplished in the privacy of their own home. While Kelli now seemed fairly comfortable displaying her body to Jack, she was still quite prudish when it came to the outside world. Today and tonight, Jack planned on changing that forever.

The telephone's ring shook him out of his reverie. Twelve o'clock, on the dot.

"Hello?" he answered, knowing it was Kelli but still aware that, at work, it might not be.

"What do you wish of me, Master?" Kelli's voice, a little nervous, sounded in his ear.

"You're sitting at the computer, as I asked. Open up the file marked 'Show Me.' Tell me when it's running."

He waited a few moments, hearing the mouse clicking in the background. In seconds the screen flickered to life before him, revealing a live shot of his wife sitting before the computer almost 20 miles away. She wore, as he'd instructed, a white terrycloth robe, with nothing underneath it. It revealed enough of her breasts to make his mouth begin to water, even though he'd wrapped his lips around her tits as recently as that morning.He could see that the bathrobe was cinched at the waist, but the camera that he'd attached to the top of their computer did not show anything below that point.

He waited as she adjusted the camera angle to his liking, and then settled back in her office chair with the phone clamped against her ear. Another brief command and both her hands were free, his orders now being relayed by speaker phone.

"Undo the tie and pull the belt free."

He watched as she struggled to get the belt out of the loops, pulling the robe open in the process. Had her lover Roger experienced the same sort of thrill whenhe got his first glimpse at the body beneath the robe? The thought that he was duplicating the first step on his wife's adulterous path sent a tingle through his blood. And his wife looked just about as unwitting now as she must've when Roger had pulled the same trick on her. Her only focus was on the tie, and she seemed not to notice at all that her body was now fully exposed.

Just how exposed he would reveal to her at a later point. As he looked at the computer screen, he was pleased to see that someone besides him was watching his wife's first public performance. According to the chart on the window, 47 users had logged onto this channel of VoyaWife, one of the Net's largest adult webcam operators. Having gotten a glimpse of Kelli's delicious tits, the suggestions from the viewers were quickly scrolling across his screen. He'd turned off this feature on the computer at home, so that he could be the one to relay their orders. He was also recording the session for posterity.

<<Take the robe off. I need to see more of those great ta-tas.>>

"Take off your robe, slave," he ordered into the phone, watching on screen as Kelli removed the short garment and set it aside.

<<Play with those tits. Lemme seehow hard your nips can get.>>

At his order, Kelli caressed her tits before the camera, pulling and twisting at the nipples, then pulling them upward to lick the jutting mounds. She seemed puzzled by the tameness of his orders, as well as why doing this by camera would be any more exciting than having the real thing when he got home. He actually had more than enough graphic suggestions to keep Kelli busy for many hours, but he wanted her first session to have some drama to it. So he was carefully editing the suggestions he passed on.