Erica Torments Her Husband
The makeshift dungeon in the basement was dark and quiet, except for the dripping of water from the ceiling from the moisture the basement accumulated and caused the condensation.
I had been in here all night in my cage. Yes, cage. This time she had taken my cock and locked it in a device and chained it to the bar of the cage she had built for me. Actually, she had me built it for myself. She would never lift a finger for such a task.
This wasn’t a normal device that I had locked on my cock though, this one was more of a torture device and unlike the chastity device she had put on me last week. This one had spikes on the inside and when my cock became hard, god forbid, the spikes would puncture the skin to my cock when it got hard and my balls when they would swell with semen.
I did my best all night to remain not aroused, so that I would not be punctured by the spikes. I am sure she would have liked it the other way though. She seemed to get off on my pain somehow.
I heard the door to the basement open; it was located up a flight of narrow stairs. I heard the sound of her stiletto heels hitting first the cement stairs, then the cement floor. The sound of metal against cement echoing throughout the basement was an eerie sound, especially when I knew what was causing the noise. As the sound came closer to me, I knew it was her.
She walked over to a hanging lamp from the ceiling and switched it on. The brightness in my eyes caused me to have blurry vision and temporary blindness and my eyes had to adjust for a minute or two. When they did, it probably would have been better if my eyes were still blurry.
Standing in front of me was the statuesque body of a woman with long black wavy hair, blue eyes, legs that wouldn’t quit and breasts that were perched upon top of a leather corset. Her waist was cinched and her hips were round. She had an hourglass figure.
She had a whip that was round in a circle on a clasp on her corset that dangled. If I blinked my eyes a little and while they were focusing, she was a reminiscing figure of a childhood hero that I had once admired, Wonder Woman. But, this woman was not here for good. No, she was here to cause pain and torture to me, at any cost. The woman was my wife. Yes, most husbands have a loving wife, but mine was scorned and how the does the saying go? Hell hath no fury as a woman scorned? Or something like that. You get the point though, I am sure.
She wasn’t always this way. No, in fact, we once had a loving relationship. She actually cooked me dinner, did my laundry and made love to me when I got home from work. It was a marriage made in heaven, by any standards. That is, until I let my libido get the best of me. I had never planned on sleeping with my secretary. I know, it sounds cliché, but it’s the truth.
The little bitch seduced me to get a higher position at my company. Yes, my company. I didn’t work for anyone, I was the boss. My secretary thought she could sleep her way to the top somehow by using blackmail on me.
We were at the office late one night working and she came into my office wearing some skimpy little lingerie thing. I had been working long hours and she knew just what I needed. She started by giving me a blowjob in my office. Things escalated from there and then she hit me with the real reason.
“You make me an executive in your company, or I tell your wife we are having an affair.” She said one morning to me while she was taking notes in my office.
She had me by my balls, not like my wife did now, no, she had me by the proverbial balls. My company was already struggling and I couldn’t afford to promote her to an executive level with a higher salary. So, I called her bluff.
Huge fucking mistake!
The little skanky whore went straight to my wife and told her everything after she quit in the middle of the day. You can imagine what I came home to that night. That was two weeks ago.
I walked in the door and dinner was ready as usual. We didn’t have any guns in the house as my wife despised them, so I knew she wasn’t going to go off the deep end or anything and murder me. At first, I just figured the little skanky whore hadn’t said anything to my wife, so I wasn’t going to say anything either. If she knew something, I would let her bring it up. I may me stupid in some decisions I make, but I knew when to keep my mouth shut.
I sat down at dinner, my wife, Erica poured me a glass of wine and served my dinner to me. She sat down and began talking.
“How was your day at the office?” She asked, looking at me with a smile. She was smiling, which was a good sign.
I started talking about some clients and how I think I could land some new accounts that would generate a larger cash flow for us. She congratulated me. I settled down a little and noticed that she had made my favorite meal for dinner. Steamed king crab legs fresh from the fish market, homemade clam chowder and a salad with chilled shrimp and blue cheese dressing. I loved seafood and she knew it.
When I was about done with my dinner and we had had a nice conversation she looked at me and said, “Did you enjoy your dinner?”
“Yes, I did. This was amazing as always. Thank you for making me my favorite dinner.” I smiled at her. “You are such a good wife to me.” I said. Maybe I was out of any danger and the skanky whore had called my bluff.
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