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STANDARD DISCLAIMERS APPLY:  IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18, STOP
READING NOW.  IF YOU ARE SQUICKED BY BDSM, STOP READING NOW.  THIS
STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT DESCRIPTIONS OF SEX, DOMINANCE AND SUBMISSION,
S & M, ETC.  ALL FLAMES WILL BE DOUSED WITH COLD WATER.  COMMENTS ARE
WELCOME AND SHOULD BE SENT TO EITHER debras@ix.netcom.com or
RareFire@aol.com.  IF THERE IS ENOUGH INTEREST, I WILL CONTINUE THE
ONGOING SAGA OF SARAH AND JON IN THE FUTURE :)  HAPPY READING.

Scenes from a Marriage, Part 3
An original story by RareFire

	Sarah ran quickly up the subway stairs, her heels clicking
against the cement. She was late, and she hoped that Jon wasn't there
already, waiting.  That would be trouble for sure, she thought with a
grin.  Maybe I should slow down and be really late. She picked up her
pace again as she left the stairs, her short skirt swaying as she
walked down the street.
	She got to the fountain, their regular meeting place, and quickly
glanced through the lunch time crowd.  He wasn't there yet, so she sat
down to wait. No one could tell the excitement behind her calm,
composed face.  This was going to be the first time they would be doing
something like this, Jon indulging her fantasies once again.
	Sarah sat, legs slightly apart, hands in her lap, gazing off into
the distance. When she heard the words "Don't Move" spoken quietly in
her ear, it took all of her self control to not turn around.  She knew
His voice, and trusted him. She felt the coldness of steel encircling
her neck, heard a slight click,then He turned her toward Him.  He
raised her hand to her neck, helping her to feel the word etched into
the band He had placed on her throat. Slave. She felt her loins melt at
the feel of the band on her neck.
	"You are mine" he whispered. "Lets go".
	They walked towards the street, and He leaned her back against a
parked car, stroking His hand up her thigh, drawing His fingers up to
her smoothly shaved crotch, stroking her lips and clit quickly and
expertly removing His hand before anyone passing by had noticed a
thing.
	They went to their favorite restaurant for lunch.  After they had
ordered the wine, Jon ordered her to play with herself under the table,
to stroke her cunt until it was very wet, and she was about to cum. As
she did so, He talked to her about mundane things such as the weather,
the stock market and whetherthe Jets would make the playoffs.  Of
course, that made it all the more difficult for her, and the food had
already arrived by the time she was ready. "You may stop now and eat"
He told her, but first you need to visit the Ladies room.
	Sarah started to protest, to tell him she didn't need to, but
something in His tone made her stop.  She left the table, washed up in
the bathroom, and returned.  There on the chair was a butt plug,
attached to a soft leather strap with a large buckle and lock.  "Sit
down.  In one motion, and do not hesitate." He said.  She did so,
although rather slowly.  But she was proud of her control, that she was
able to follow his command without question.  "Now strap it around you,
lock it and give me the key." "Yes Sir" she replied and did so. Then
they ate.
	When they finished the meal, and arose from the table, she was
surprised by how comfortable the plug felt when she walked, a fullness,
very arousing to her.  She commented on this to Him, and Jon just
grinned and led her away by the arm.  They walked a few blocks to a toy
store, and entered.  Inside, He spoke to the owner, who was obviously
expecting them. They went into the back room, and He told her to
undress and stand on the table. Very slowly she unbuttoned her blouse,
letting it fall of her shoulders, her eyes never leaving His face.  She
unbuttoned the wrap skirt and it too fell to the floor. She stood there
in her thigh highs, with the plug strapped on.  The owner came over and
took some measurements, then left for a moment.  He came back with
several dildos, straps, and body harnesses. He fitted her with a
harness first, a snug fit, wrapping and lifting her breasts, hugging
her closely, straps circling her ass, and separating her cheeks.  The
same straps were fitted to open her labia, pull them wide to expose her
as much as possible, and to put pressure on her clit at the same time. 
As each strap was tightened, she moaned. Then she was fitted with the
dildo and strap, as the owner presented it to Him, and He pushed it in
as far as possible, and strapped it in tightly.
	He helped her down off the table, and helped her dress again. 
They went into the outer room, where He ordered her to pick out a gag,
any kind, for she was to be filled in each hole at all times.  She
gazed at a black leather gag, made in the fashion of a bit, but with
suede for the crosspiece. He picked it up and kissed her, very long and
deeply.  Then he inserted it into her mouth as she sighed. From his
pockets, Jon took out her black leather cuffs, and fastened them on her
wrists., shackling them together behind her back.  Thanking the
proprietor, they left the store.
	As she walked down the street at His side, Sarah wondered what
the people who saw her were thinking.  Then she realized that it didn't
matter, she didn't really care.
	They turned the corner, and were there at the hotel.  As they
entered the elevator, He ordered her to her knees.  He clipped a leash
onto her collar, and as the doors opened, led her out into the hallway,
and to the room which was halfway down the corridor.  He opened the
door, and she crawled in, then stopped and sat back in a kneeling
position.  She knew what was expected of her, they had gone over this
so many times.  He unclasped the leash and tossed it by her side.  She
picked it up with her mouth, and placed it on a chair. The bit gag made
it difficult, but not impossible.
	He reached down and drew her up, pulling her against him tightly.
He removed the gag and kissed her, thrusting his tongue deeply into her
mouth, tasting her very breath, inhaling her as he ran his hands down
her back and unclasped her cuffs.
	"Suck my cock," Jon told her.  She dropped to her knees again,
opening His pants and drawing out his hard cock, stroking it as she did
so. The tip glistened and she drew it into her mouth, tasting the
saltiness of him as He slid down her throat.  He moved her back against
the bed, laying her down and straddled her face. Once again He told her
"You are mine" as He fucked her mouth, slowly and smoothly, deeper,
thrusting harder with each movement, until she was gagging and he was
coming in her throat as the tears flowed from her eyes, and He
whispered "You are mine" once again and leaned over to kiss away her
tears.
	When her tears had stopped, and Sarah was calmed again, He drew
her up onto the bed, spreading her arms above her head, and attaching
her cuffs to the loops of rope he had previously arranged.  He
tightened the rope so that her arms were extended outward, with no
movement possible.  He kissed her, and asked if she were comfortable.
"Yes Master," she replied.  He ran his hands down her body, fingers
flicking her nipples, watching them get harder, stroking her belly,
touching her clit with just the very tip of his finger, teasing her.
	He walked away across the room, and she thought "Where is He
going?  oh God, please don't leave me like this, I need more." He
returned to her with something small and dark in one hand, and leg
cuffs in the other.  He placed the cuffs on her ankles, then proceeded
to attach them to similar ropes at the foot of the bed.  He leaned over
and kissed her moist shaven lips, then straightened and walked around
to the head of the bed again. He sat down next to her, and explained
what would happen next.
	"I am going to blindfold you" He said, "and then I am going to
play with your body, explore every inch of it, until I know each
detail. Do you remember your safeword?" "Yes Sir" she answered, and He
nodded. "Good girl.  Remember, if at any time you are in real pain you
must use it and I will stop. Don't be afraid, I will never be angry
with you for that."  Again she answered "yes Sir."
	He reached over and gently lifted her head,  slipping the
blindfold securely over her eyes.  He kissed her lips, thrusting his
tongue inside her mouth, running it over her teeth, exploring, feeling,
then withdrew.  
	As she lay there wondering what His next action would be, she
felt the strap with the dildo being loosened, and then removed from
around her waist.  The dildo slid slowly out of her cunt, leaving a
trail of her juices flowing into the crack of her ass.  She felt
herself flush, both with excitement and embarrassment, as the evidence
of her lust for Him was exposed.  Before the dildo was completely out,
He pushed it back in, twisting it as he did so, the natural rubber
catching on her skin and pulling, a slight bit of pain which quickly
faded into pleasure.  He did this several times, watching her wince
slightly with each thrust of the dildo, observing as each of her pained
expressions turned to ones of satisfaction and longing. 
	When she was excited to the point of rocking her hips,   rising
to meet each thrust, he stopped, withdrew the dildo from her dripping
pussy, and turned his attention to her ass, and the plug buried there.
Slowly he drew it out with one hand, playing with her clit with the
other. Slowly he pushed it back in, letting the juices from her cunt
lubricate the plug, forcing it deeply into her ass.  He withdrew the
plug suddenly, and she moaned with disappointment, and took up the
beads he had at his side. Pinching her clit now, roughly, he pushed the
beads into her tight asshole one at a time, pausing between each one,
stimulating her clit to keep her anticipation strong. With each bead
she groaned, and pushed forward her hips to meet the next.  When all
five had been inserted, he gave a slight tug on the string, not enough
to pull one out, but to put pressure on her ass.
	He got up and walked away, leaving her gasping, on the verge of
orgasm.  
	She heard water running and wondered what was to be next.  She
suddenly felt his hands at her nipples, pinching them between two
fingers, pulling and extending them. She moaned with pleasure as he
took one, then the other between his lips, his teeth, and sucked and
bit her nipples until she felt she would scream.  She was barely
conscious of the clamps being attached, so smoothly did he make the
transition, until he tightened them, tighter than she had ever felt
before, the pain burning a hole in her loins, begging for release.
	"Please Sir, May I cum now?" she asked, in barely a whisper, her
voice lost in the throes of her passion. 
	"Not yet my pet" He answered, "you can wait just a bit, can't
you?"
	"Yes Sir, if you desire me to Sir" she gasped.
	Suddenly she felt a cold burning on the tips of her nipples, so
intense that she almost came immediately, but regained her composure,
needing the release that only his permission would give her, knowing
that it was in the obedience that lay her deepest pleasure. She writhed
against the restraints, her body taking on a will of it's own, as she
begged for release.
	"Please Sir, please let me cum, I can't hold back any longer"
Sarah begged.
	"What do you desire sweetness?" He asked her, "Tell me again"
	"To cum for you Sir, please."
	"Then you may", he answered, and plunged his fingers into her
cunt, swiftly and deeply, fucking her with one hand, while he slowly
pulled the beads from her ass, one by one, as she came, hips moving
wildly, crying out in passion for him, her Master, her husband.

To Be Continued......

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