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			The Owned Couple 
			   Chapter Two
		(M/sub c, oral, spank, wax, cum, exhib)
NOTE:
	This is a work of FICTION.  The names of the innocent (as
well as the guilty) have not been changed, as they do not exist.  If
you are not of legal age to read erotic material, or if you would be
offended by such stories, please, DO NOT READ FURTHER!

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	We talked about our experience with Pat, and what we really
wanted in our sex lives.  "I always wanted to give up control to
another, but I knew you had such a submissive streak that you could
never do that", she told me.  She went on, "I know I took a big chance,
and left our rules, in order to set this up, I hope you don't hate me
for that, and I hope you still love me."  "Of course I still love you.
But, why didn't you tell me this is what you really wanted", I said.  "I
knew I had a shot when we both agreed last year that, in a threesome, we
both wanted a male third", she explained, "and you really seemed to
enjoy submitting, and being, shall we say, humiliated.  Well, that's
what I want, too Rich.  I want to be used and humiliated.  To submit to
a master, and I know you do, too.  I want us both to be used by strange
men and women, while in being protected by a master.  Just think we will
never have to figure out what kinds of sex games to do again.  And I know
how you like to be kept from cumming at times.  I love it when you are
constantly hard and craving me.  Don't you see this is the perfect
situation?  Why don't we give it a couple of months.  If you or I want to
pull out of this situation by then, we'll end it with him, and go back to
our lives the way it was.  But, we both know we want more, to experience
more together."

	There was nothing I could say to that.  We both knew she was right.
I also knew that watching my wife being was something I wanted to see, and
be a part of.  So, I agreed to give it three months.  With that, she gave
me the biggest hug, and said, "I know we'll both love it!"  She then gave
the head of my hard cock a kiss got into her nightgown, and we went to bed.
It was hard to sleep that night, after all we had been through, and it was
hard not to touch myself that night.

	The morning came, and she got up, and dressed in the bathroom,
which surprised me until I remembered I could not see her nude without his
permission.  So I got up, since it was Saturday, and the kids would not be
back until Sunday morning, I was nude all day, while we both made out our
lists.  Kate went to a store for the anklet, and came back with it
already engraved, along with our diaries already engraved (she went to
one of those instant engraving stores, it turned out).  When she got back,
she came into the livingroom, put her right foot between my legs, with her
toes touching my hard cock, and had me put the bracelet on her ankle.  I
looked at the engraving, "Mrs. Finley, Pat Grimsley's Fuck Toy."  I also
caught a glimpse under her short skirt to see her bald pussy, before she
put her foot back on the floor.  We both went back to making our lists.
On my list, I put down that I enjoyed voyeurism, especially watching my
wife.  I also enjoyed anal things, such as her strap on, being denied
release for short periods of time, spankings, and some other things which
will come out later.  In the list I put down my limits were cutting and
scat, as that was all I could think of (in looking back I wish that list
was longer), as well as putting her and I into a situation where I could
no longer trust her, I wanted to make sure our relationship was 
strengthened by this, not ruined.  I also put down I wanted to be used (and
wanted to see her used) by both men and women.  I didn't know what she wrote
down, but I have since come to know most of it, as will you.

	At 4:30, we left the house, and started walking down the block,
hand in hand.  She was wearing a low cut top, with a short skirt, while I
wore shorts and a T shirt.  We got to his gate, took a deep breath, and
opened it right at 4:45.  We closed the gate, and got undressed.  His
fence was high and solid, and it didn't look like the neighbors could see
in, which made me feel better.  I still saw her blush as she took off her
top, and stood in front of me nude.  We to his side door.  "So, I see
you've both decided to go for it.  I am pleased, although you both may
regret it later.  Come in, and put these collars on."  He handed both of
us a collar, "slut", and "slave".  He then put leashes on us.  "I want you
to crawl in my house this evening", he said.  We immediately dropped to our
knees when we entered the house carrying our lists in our hands, until he
took them out of our hands.  "I didn't hear either of you  reply to me.  I
see you will both need to be taught a lesson in etiquette.  "Sorry, Master",
we both speedily replied.  "Yes, yes, I'll deal with you both in a minute.
Now, lets have a look at those lists."  He first looked at mine, "You
didn't put a whole lot on this list, did you?  Well, no matter.  I've heard
an earful from that slut, to give me a good idea of what you will and won't
do.  Now, for the slut's list.  Hmmmm, ooh, you really *are* a slut,
aren't you," he laughed.  "Well we can certainly accommodate these lists,
as well as, of course, and foremost, seeing to my needs.  Now, to both
of you.  I noticed, slave, that you put on this list that you do not want
you both to be put in a situation where your relationship is ruined.  I
won't let that happen.  First of all, we're all in this for our mutual
satisfaction, although you will both be tested.  Also, I have no desire
to have such a slut for a wife, myself, anyway.  Now, for the earlier
infraction.  First, slave, bend over this chair."  He bent me over a
diningroom chair, and tied my feet and hands to the legs so that I was
bent over.  He then had Kate lay down in front of me, with her legs spread.
He took a rather large candle laying on the table, and thrust it deeply
into my wife.  As he was thrusting it in and out of her, he said, "Slave,
you better hope she is lubricated."  I soon found out what he meant, as he
quickly pulled it out of her, and thrust it deep into my ass.  The sudden
entrance, and the blunt end of the candle burned, as he thrust it in and
out of me a few times.  He then moved her so she was laying under me.  He
then lit the candle, and let it burn for a minute.  He put the candle, so
that it was sticking out of my ass parallel to the floor.  I heard her
moaning for some reason, as he said, "Well, now, we're going to play a
game.  First, slave, I am going to swat your ass with this riding crop, and
you will count each stroke out loud.  I wouldn't suggest moving your ass
around too much, however, or your sweet wife will share your suffering.
You see, I've placed her, so that her tender pussy is directly under the
candle.  The more you move around, the more wax will drip on her more
intimate parts.  She is gagged, so she won't be making too much noise.
Shall we begin?"  With that, he started immediately.  SMACK!  "One."
SMACK!  "Two".  He continued, the crop really stung, and tears were
forming in my eyes.  And, sure enough, around eight, I started flexing my
ass to get it out of the way, to be greeted by a loud groan from my wife.
By stroke twenty, I twitched, and she moaned very loudly.  "I think you
hit her clitoris with that one", he commented.  It felt like my whole ass
was on fire, as I got the last stroke, "Twenty Five", escaped my lips.  He
then untied me, and took the candle out of my ass.  "Stand up, and take a
look at your handiwork."  As I turned around, I saw her inner thighs with
streaks of drying wax on them, some wax on her outer and inner lips, and
one large dollop of wax on her clitoris.  Keeping the candle lit, he
dribbled some on each of her nipples, before he blew the candle out.  She
was panting, and had tears in her eyes.  

	He then had her bend over the table, and took her gag out.  He tied 
her to the table, then put the gag in my mouth.  My ass stung, as I laid
on the floor.  He then positioned me so that my cock and balls were under
her wax coated vagina.  "Now, for part two of the game.  What's good for the
goose is good for the gander."  He then tied my knees to the legs of the
table to keep me in place, as he lit another candle.  As he placed it in her
sopping cunt, he said, "I would hold that in with your muscles, if I were
you, slut.  If it falls, out, I will be *very* disappointed, and you will,
by the way, catch your charming husband's cock on fire.  The wax started
dripping where my pubic hair used to be, as he started swatting her, SMACK!
"One" she cried.  SMACK!  "Tttwwooo!" she got out.  With each smack she
twitched as both my cock and balls were not spared from the onslaught of
the dripping, hot wax.  From the angle it was sticking out of her the flame
was touching the wax, so that it was coming down quickly.  As I heard her
yell "TWELVE", a large drop of wax hit my cock hole as I moaned loudly.  By
eighteen, the candle was starting to slip out!  I prayed she could hold it
in, as I saw her clenching her thigh muscles.  I also saw her toes curling
with each hit on her tender ass.  She finally got to twenty five, and he
stopped.  As with her, he dripped some wax on my nipples.  As she got up,
I saw her ass streaked with red welts.  I was reminded of my own welts, as
I sat up, and crawled with my wife out into the livingroom.  He had her go
into the bathroom to get the wax off her cunt, as he talked to me.  "You
have no idea what she wants to do.  You probably thought she didn't enjoy
that little game, but I can assure you she did.  You know, deep down, she
wants to get fucked hard and often.  And she wants to keep you always
wanting her, while she gets filled in every conceivable way.  She wants
gang bangs.  She wants big black studs to stretch her pussy to the limit.
She wants to see you service people.  But she wants to see your cock hard
and unfulfilled, even as you behold her cum stained body.  She also wants,
shall we say, modifications for you both.  We'll see."  I trembled as the
words sank in.  Did I know what we were getting in to?  Did we want this?
Deep down, we did.  She crawled out of the bathroom, and he turned to her,
"Well slut, enjoying yourself?"  "Yes, Master" she said.  "Both of you
should thank me for your punishments."  "Thank you, Master", we both
replied.  "Well, slut, I've been talking to this slave, here, but, now I
want you to sit on the couch here.  Slave, take out my cock, and get me
ready to fuck your wife."  As I took his cock out of his shorts, he started
making out with my wife.  He was nibbling on her ears, and nipples, as I
felt his cock growing in my mouth.  I also felt my cock just raging.  

He finally pulled out of my mouth, and had her lay on her back on the living
room table.  He placed her, so that her ass was on the end of the table, as
he started going down on her.  "Man, you are ready, slut.  I can't wait to
fuck you tonight.  You taste great.  A little different than how she will
taste when you go down on her, though, slave."  He then got up, and
whispered in her ear.  She then turned to me, and with the best "fuck me"
expression I have ever seen on her face, she said, "Honey, I want you to
stand over my head, and grab my ankles,  Pull them apart and back.  Hold
my feet by my toes.  Open me wide, so Master can fuck me deeply."  I stood,
straddling the table, and grabbed her legs.  I held her feet apart, grabbing
her toes, as he entered her balls deep, with one stroke.  "Unngghh!"  she
grunted as he hit bottom.  I felt her toes flexing in my hands, as he
thrusted deeply, and violently.  He said, "How is that, slut, your husband
not only gives you to other men, now he is spreading you open for them?"
"Oh, yessss, yessss", she hissed  "And what about him?  Don't you fuck
your own husband?"  "Only when you say so, Master" she cried.  "And you,
slave, giving your wife to others.  Why don't you take her?"  "I can't
unless you tell me, Master", I said.  That stung a little but the high
from the humiliation was amazing.  I heard Kate getting closer.  "What
about your husband's cock, just inches from your face.  Aren't you going
to give him relief?"  "Not unless you say", she said.  "His cock belongs
to you".  "And what about this slut of a wife, slave?  What about her
body?  What does that anklet say on her right ankle?"  "It says, 'Mrs.
Finley, Pat Grimsley's Fuck Toy.", I said.  "You mean she wears that around?
So that anyone who reads it knows her body isn't given to her husband?"
"Who does her body belong to, slave?"  "You Master.  She is your fuck toy.
I get her only at your whim."  With that, I felt her toes flex big time,
as she came, "Oooohhhh, ooooohhhh, fill me master!"  With that, he tensed
up and spurted into my wife, while I held her open for him.  It took all
my willpower to keep from shooting myself.  "Clean me off, slave!"  I
licked their combined juices off of him.  "Okay, slave, you can go home,
now.  Take both yours and her clothes home with you.  Walk home nude.
Slut will be along when I am done using her; about an hour or so.  Lock your
front door, and turn on your porch light.  She'll be along shortly."  I
was thankful it was now past dusk, and into night.  While I walked/ran that
terrifying half block home, nude, I was terribly excited.  I was wondering
what the two of them were doing.  I also prayed no one I knew drove by.

	My cock was literally dripping, while I waited in the house for Kate
to come back.  I wanted to know what they did, if she would tell me.  About
two hours later, I heard a quick knock on the door.  As I was nude myself,
I looked through the peep hole  Through it, I saw my wife, looking around
wildly.  I opened the door, and she came in, without a word.  She turned
around and kissed me.  As she did, she was putting something into my mouth;
some of Pat's come!  She also had come rolling down her thighs.  What a
sight she was!  She walked home, naked, with come dripping down her thighs,
and a mouthful of come.  She told me she was excited and scared.  She later
told me they watched a porn film, while he fucked her doggie, then she gave
him a blow job which he had her keep in her mouth for the walk home.  "That
was such a hot time, honey", she told me.  "Having you hold my toes while he
fucked me so deep, I almost passed out.  After you left, we had a drink,
then watched this movie.  He tied my hands behind my back, and fucked me
from behind, with my face on the carpet, and him using the rope tying my
hands together to guide him in and out of me.  Just picture that.  He seems
to have a lot of resiliency; he came three times tonight.  He wants you to
clean me out, while I make my diary entries.  He also wants you to make your
one entry.  Last night counted for the week, so no cumming until at least
next Friday."  She put on a nightgown, and, as she laid on the bed, making
her entries, I licked their juices out of her.  As with the previous night,
her pussy was red and gaping; I could stick my tongue way inside her, to
taste their combined nectar.  As I finished, she said, "You better make
your one entry in your diary.  I got you a thinner diary.  And,
appropriately, I made sure it was colored blue!"


			End of Chapter Two



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