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Subject: {ASSM} The Multi-Million Dollar Marriage Part 8 {FF, Bond, Humil}
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   The Multi-Million Dollar Marriage Part 8 By Arthur G Thomas

   I was reading when my chauffeur, Emily came to me.  I was annoyed by the
interruption.  Last night had been marvelous, as I had abused Tara for
hours and climaxed three times.  The poor girl didn't get to have an orgasm
last night, which made her squirming and moaning all the better for me. 
Unfortunately, last nights' games had exhausted me and all I wanted to do
was spend a quiet day reading something intense.  Emily has better have a
good reason for bothering me, or she may face termination.

   "Mr.  Thomas, I thought you should see this," Emily said with a slight
smile.  She was looking very nice today.  Her hair was pinned back and
tucked under her cap, while her breasts were in danger of flowing out of
her tight uniform.  Her long legs were revealed by her miniskirt and I had
half a mind to feel the smooth beauty of her skin.  She was carrying a
wrapped bundle in her hands.

   "It's too early for a present," I said, taking it from her hands.  The
bundle was crudely wrapped in packing paper.  It was secured with scotch
tape in a sloppy manner.  Opening the package revealed a small trove of
luxuries.  There was several boxes of chocolate, a bottle of wine, a bundle
of cash that totaled five hundred dollars

   "Where did you find this?" I asked.

   "I was driving back with the equipment you ordered, and I saw some tire
marks by the east wall," Emily reported.  "I thought it was suspicious, so
I checked the grounds when I parked the limousine.  Right inside the wall,
I found this lying on the ground.  Someone obviously threw it."

   "Someone who is obviously a friend of Tara's," I laughed.  "The food and
liquor I can understand but the money is pushing it.  She must have
intended to buy a few of the staff.  It looks like my slut hasn't
understood where she is yet."



   I reached for her pager and watched the clock.  Her chastity belt would
be ringing, and she would know she had only a minute to get to me.  As the
minute ticked by, I wondered where she could be.  Well, I didn't wonder
because I had a good suspicion.

   Eventually, Tara arrived.  She was wearing the white stockings I had
order her to wear this morning.  The stockings were covered in sweat, as
was her bare breasts and long red hair.  She was out of breath and trying
very hard to not look it.

   "Tara, a package arrived for you," I said.

   "It's not mine," she lied quickly.  "No one would send me anything
here."

   "Of course not," I agreed.  "They would know that if they sneaked a gift
to you, I would have to punish you.  So, just to be sure, you know nothing
about this secret delivery?"

   "No, I have no idea," she said.  Her eyes betrayed her fear.

   "Sir, she's got grass stains on her stockings," Emily pointed out.

   I laughed at this point.  "Thank you Emily," I said.  "I must be too
tired after last night to not notice that."

   Tara glared at Emily.  "One day, bitch," she threatened.  Her tone was
ice and I was confidant that Tara had a fate already planned out for my
loyal chauffer.  It bothered me that she threatened my servant for Emily
was respresantive of me.

   "Tara, your guilt is no longer in doubt, but your punishment is," I
said. "Since I'm not at the top of my game, I'm going to delegate your
punishment.  Emily, do with her as you wish."

   "May I take off her chastity belt?" Emily asked.  Her blue eyes begged
for her request to be granted.  It wasn't her pleading eyes that swayed me,
but the look of horror on Tara's face.

   "Yes, you may," I said.  As Tara stepped back from us, I reminded her of
her duty.

   "Never forget Tara," I growled.  "You are always one phone call away
from a divorce and the end of your family's fortune.  If you want to end up
penniless on the streets, than please, walk out right now."

   "I don't fuck women," Tara said plainly.



   "You do now," I said.  "Where do you want to play with Tara?" I asked
Emily.

   "Outside, in front of the kitchen windows," Emily said.  Outside?  This
might proof to be interesting.  She hesitated before making her next
request.  "I'm going to need to gather a few items before hand.  It'll take
some time."

   I sighed.  This is why I don't offer free gifts to people.  They always
take advantage.  Oh well, a promise was a promise.

   "You have one hour to gather everything you need," I told Emily.  "I'll
meet you outside when your hour is up, and I'll bring Tara with me."

   "Thank you, Mr.  Thomas, you won't regret this," Emily said.  She gave
me a warm smile.  She smile she gave Tara was considerably colder.  This
might prove to be entertaining.

   "Tara, I don't want you to go anywhere, so come kneel in front of me," I
commanded.

   Tara kneeled in front of me as quickly as she could.  "I will not fuck
that bitch," she said.  "It's not natural!"

   "Since when has that been an issue?" I asked.  "It's not like you have
any input.  Now get on your hands and knees, and face the door to my
right."

   Tara did as I commanded, perhaps hoping to get favor by obedience.  It
was too late for that.  I rested my feet on her back and leaned into my
chair.  I wanted to finish reading the chapter I was working on and having
Tara as a footrest was the best way to keep an eye on her.

   An hour later, I was standing outside with Tara by my side.  I had
removed Tara's chastity belt and Tara had to fight not touch her exposed
sex.  My wife was terribly nervous, especially looking at the pile of
equipment Emily had gathered.  The pile was huge.  At least Emily took her
rewards seriously.  This looked like it would be worth seeing.

   Emily began by handcuffing Tara's hands behind her back.  Then Emily
placed on of my posture bars on Tara's back, fastening the wrists to the
bottom and Tara's diamond choker to the top.  This forced Tara to keep her
back straight, a good beginning when you immobilize someone.  Emily worked
on Tara's ankles next, fastening a pair of iron manacles around each of
Tara's ankles.  I was intrigued.  My iron manacles looked menacing but they
were much too heavy to demand much from the victim.

   "Kneel here," Emily said as she pointed to the ground.  She had Tara
kneel facing the kitchen windows which were rapidly becoming filled with my
servants.  It looked like the whole staff had turned out to watch.  Tara
groaned as she saw all of the people.

   I sat down into a lawn chair that Emily had thoughtfully brought out. 
Emily positioned Tara's knees apart, kicking the kneeling girl lightly with
her pointed heels.  Emily then produced a metal stake and slipped it
through the ring that the chain usually goes through on the manacles.

   The stakes needed to be secure and for that purpose, Emily picked up a
heavy shovel.  I laughed at the look of horror on Tar's face.  She clenched
her eyes as Emily swung the shovel down on the stake binding her manacles.
The noise was deafening and she came so close to Tara with that overhead
swing that Tara was screaming with terror.  Emily ignored her, hammering
the stake down into the ground with the shovel until Tara's ankle was
immobilized.

   As Emily repeated the process on the other side, I made a mental note to
invest in a sledgehammer.

   With both sides of Tara nailed to the ground, Emily dropped the shovel
and picked up two nipple clamps.  They were the ruby ones, a good choice
for their strength and beauty.  They had screw mechanisms to adjust their
tightness and judging from Tara's howling, Emily was tightening them to
maximum.  Tara's breasts were adorned with the jeweled clamps and I laughed
as Tara shook her breasts, trying to somehow swing them off.

   What happened next was even more interesting.  Emily took a small chain
and attached it to one of Tara's clamps, and then she pulled the chain out
to a stake she placed on the ground.  She secured the chain on the stake,
and then hammered the stake into the ground.  Tara screamed again as the
vibrations of the hammer strikes traveled up the chain and disturbed her
nipple clamp.  As Emily repeated the process, I noted that Tara was now
forced to kneel with her body perpendicular to the ground.  If she rested
back on her knees at all, the clamps would punish her nipples quickly.  I
was developing a new respect for the planning of my chauffeur.

   Tara watched in despair as Emily stepped behind her.  Emily sorted
through her equipment and picked up a nice, simple, wooden paddle.  Tara
tried to twist to see, but she cried out as the nipple clamps reminded of
her of her place.  Emily returned to Tara and placed one hand on Tara's
shoulder.  Emily smiled as she swung down with the paddle on Tara's ass.



   SMACK!  The paddle left a nice red print on Tara's ass and Tara
struggled in her bounds.  Emily watched Tara's struggle and smiled.  The
stakes were keeping her legs perfectly pinned, the posture bar kept her
upright and the tension in the nipple chains kept Tara from falling down on
her ass.  Emily spanked Tara three more times, each blow harder than the
first and each one landing on the exact same spot.  The pain must have been
blinding.

   Tara cried out more in anger than pain, but the bounds kept her trapped.
Emily dropped the paddle, satisfied that Tara wasn't going anywhere.  Emily
pulled one of my larger anal plugs from her pocket and I smiled as she
squirted a healthy amount of lube on Tara's ass.

   "What are you doing?" Tara screeched.  She was flailing her head, trying
to look behind her.

   "Don't ask stupid questions," Emily snapped, massaging the slippery
liquid into Tara's ass.  Tara froze in her struggling as she felt the plug
enter her ass.  Emily wasn't gentle at all as she relentlessly pushed the
plug into Tara.

   "You're ripping me apart!" Tara screamed but Emily ignored her.  There
was no need for concern, the plug wasn't as large as my cock, and Tara
should be used to me by now.

   "You bitch!" Tara snarled as Emily stepped back.  Tara squirmed to get
the plug out, but it's difficult to squirm when any movement you produce is
biting your nipples harder.

   I'm just starting," Emily teased.  The smug blonde picked up a
fur-covered glove and put it on.  Emily stepped behind Tara and roughly
slipped her uncovered hand under Tara's chin.  She tilted Tara's head up to
discourage her from speaking.  Once Tara was silent, Emily ran her gloved
hand down Tara's shoulder and bound arm.  The tenderness Emily displayed
while she rubbed Tara was in contrast to the position she had Tara trapped
in.  I don't think Tara knew what to make of it either as Emily calmly
rubbed her back and shoulders.

   "What are you doing?" Tara hissed with suspicion.

   "Would you rather I use the paddle?" Emily snapped.

   "No!" Tara responded immediately.

   "Then shut up," Emily said.  She bent down behind Tara and rubbed Tara's
hips and outer thighs.  Her hand massaged wherever it touched, using the
same skill that Emily used when I requested a back massage from her. 
Tara's nipples clamps were still biting her poor nipples, but I noticed
Tara was relaxing.  She couldn't relax too much because of the tension
chains but her shoulders were definitely slumping.

   Emily rose up and standing over Tara's kneeling body, she bent over and
began to rub down Tara's chest.  Tara was perfectly still as Emily's hands
rubbed in tight circles down her chest.  When Emily rubbed at Tara's
breasts, I noticed my chauffeur took extra care not to agitate the pulling
clamps.  Tara sighed as Emily bent further over her, leaving her pert
breasts and massaging down her belly.  This was definitely not anything
Tara was used to in my care.

   Emily stepped back and dropped her glove into the pile of toys.  She
picked up one of the larger vibrators, a nice twelve-inch monster.  Tara
tensed up as she heard the toy buzz behind her, but Emily surprised both of
us.  Emily merely touched the vibrator to Tara's neck and Tara tilted her
head as far as her diamond choker would allow getting more of the soothing
vibrations.

   I was beginning to get worried.  Where's the humiliation?  As Emily ran
the vibrator down Tara's side, I actually heard Tara giggle at the tickling
sensations!  Yes, being staked outside in full view of the staff had a
certain humiliation factor to it, but Tara was enjoying herself too much to
notice.  I liked the nipple clamps and the tension exerted on them, but
Emily was just using them to counter the good sensations she was
performing. Knowing my slut of a wife, Tara probably enjoyed the nipple
clamps now.

   Alas, I said Emily could have her, so I couldn't say anything.  Who
would have guessed Emily would have gone soft?

   The vibrator was used all over Tara's body, except for her sex.  When
Emily ran it over the nipple clamps, Tara had a cry of distress as the
tight clamps vibrated over her nipples.  Sadly, Emily quickly moved the
vibrator away and the torture was very brief.  Damn it, Tara actually
shuddered when the vibrator ran over her thighs.  I wanted Tara punished,
not pampered with a delightful experience!

   Emily discarded the vibrator and replaced it with a feather duster. 
Still standing behind Tara, Emily dusted Tara's face and shoulders lightly.
It was bizarre.  Watching the stern, leather miniskirt-wearing blonde
dusting the kneeling, bound redhead princess seemed surreal.  The dusting
with the feathers was a light contrast to the cruelty of Tara's bondage.  I
had a hard time reconciling the image of the iron shackles hammered into
the ground with the playful teasing Emily was doing with the duster on
Tara's hips.  The way Tara was sighting and giggling, you would forget she
had a huge dildo shoved up her ass.

   Emily's feather duster brushed down to Tara's sex, the first contact
with Tara's pussy all day.  To my surprise, Tara actually moaned and moved
her hips forward as she tried to touch more of the duster.  Tara remembered
herself and tried to keep her composure as Emily continued to dust her sex.
It was impossible.  The chastity belt that she was forced to wear everyday
had restrained her sexual drive from even masturbating.  After so long
without any orgasmic release, the feeling of light feathers brushing up and
down her pussy must have been intoxicating.  Tara's body shivered several
times and I could see her hips buckle with desire.

   Emily said nothing as she bent down beside Tara and took hold of the
dildo in Tara's ass.  Tara moaned as Emily slowly moved the dildo in and
out of her ass.  The blonde never stopped moving the duster either and Tara
was moaning even louder.

   "Please," Tara begged.  "The duster is too light.  I can barely feel
it."

   "You wouldn't mind if I swapped the dildo for the duster, would you?"
Emily asked.  "I could pull this long hard piece of plastic out and place
it inside your pussy."

   Tara moaned as the duster moved faster in her sex.

   "You like that idea, don't you?" Emily chuckled.  "You like the idea of
me fucking you with that dildo while I dust your ass lightly?"

   "Yes," Tara moaned.

   "But just an hour ago, you said you didn't like women," Emily said as
she increased the speed of the dildo in Tara's ass.  Tara moaned as her ass
was savagely fucked.

   "An hour ago, you said you don't fuck women," Emily repeated.  "Have you
changed your mind?  Do you want me to fuck you?  I could you know, Mr. 
Thomas gave me full control today."

   "Please," Tara repeated again.  She tried to lean back into the dildo
but she cried out as the nipple clamps kept their hold on her.

   "Say it, Tara," Emily asked seductively.  "Say you want me to fuck you."

   "I, I can't" Tara moaned.  Her face was bright red with embarrassment
and I leaned forward in my chair.

   "I think you can," Emily responded.  Emily leaned closer to Tara and
kissed Tara's exposed shoulder.  "And when you do, I'm going to fuck you
till you are completely, totally, and thoroughly satisfied."

   Tara moaned.  "You promise?"

   Emily winked at me.  "I promise," Emily said.

   "Then fuck me, please!" Tara responded.

   "Louder," Emily said instantly.

   "Fuck me!" Tara yelled.

   "Louder, Tara," Emily snapped.

   "FUCK ME!" Tara yelled, and the audience in the kitchen broke up
laughing.  Tara's face turned three shades of shame as the staff laughed at
her needs.  She didn't have time to be embarrassed.  Emily stood up and
pulled Tara's hair so that Tara would have to look up at her.

   "I still don't believe you," Emily said, a cruel smile on her lips. 
Emily unzipped the side of her miniskirt and underneath she had nothing in
the way of underwear.  Tara looked in horror at Emily's blonde pussy,
understanding coming across her face.

   "In fact, I won't believe you until you show me that you don't mind a
woman fucking you," Emily said.

   "I can't do that!" Tara pleaded.  Her hips were still moving with
arousal.  My poor wife was a slut in need.

   "I've seen your mouth," Emily laughed.  "I know you can.  And if you
don't, then I'll just stop with the teasing, and go back to the paddles. 
Which do you prefer?"

   Tara hesitated.  Emily didn't care.  She simply raised her boot to
Tara's sex, and gave Tara a little nudge with her boot tip.  Tara moaned
and shuddered, and then cried out as the nipple clamps bit down with the
movement.  A growl of frustration came from Tara's lips.  Her desires were
fighting with her shame, and we all knew what would win out.

   "Fine," Tara almost snarled.  "You just better keep your promise!"

   "That depends on you," Emily laughed.  Emily stepped over the tension
chains so that she would be directly in front of Tara.  Then Emily lifted
one leg up and over Tara's shoulder.  The blonde tormentress then pulled
Tara's mouth to her pussy, and since she was straddling Tara, Tara had no
choice but to dive into the woman's pussy.

   Tara moaned between Emily's thighs as Emily pulled her up into her sex.
Emily gyrated her hips, fucking Tara's face and mouth while the redhead
could do nothing.  I saw the chains stretch and pull as Tara's body was
moved and I could only imagine how badly her nipples must be screaming.  I
was impressed.  Emily was raping my wife's face, and she had convinced Tara
to ask for it!

   "More tongue, bitch!" Emily demanded.  "Open that pretty mouth and taste
me like you want it!"

   Tara moaned but by the way Emily moaned, I could tell Tara did as she
was commanded.  Emily had two handfuls of Tara's red hair and she was
keeping a stranglehold on Tara's head.  My busty chauffeur was breathing
faster as Tara took to her first pussy licking.  I sat back and admired the
sight of the statuesque blonde straddling my kneeling wife's shoulder.  If
this show kept up, I might find the energy to participate after all.

   "Suck my clit," Emily commanded, her voice husky and demanding.  "Suck
on it like a good girl.  There you go!  Just like that.  You are much
better than I thought."

   Emily gasped and then she swung her other leg over Tara's other
shoulder. I winced as her new position forced Tara to lean back despite the
terribly tight pull of the nipple clamps and their chains.  Now Emily was
standing right on top of Tara's bent back head, using Tara's face like a
seat.  I could hear Tara's cries of pain from under Emily's sex, but that
didn't stop Emily from humping my wife's mouth.

   "Keep licking," Emily commanded.  "The faster you get me off, the faster
I'll let you back up bitch!"

   Emily shuddered as Tara obeyed.  Emily fucked Tara's face faster,
humping Tara lewdly.  I could see Tara's breasts were being pulled out to
way further than I have ever pulled them.  It was quite erotic.

   "There, there, there," Emily moaned.  "Just like that my lesbian.  Flick
your tongue inside me!  Oh God, Mr.  Thomas, your wife is such a good twat
licker!  She's getting me so wet!"

   "Excellent," I answered.  "Maybe I'll let some of my maids use her.  I
could replace the Christmas bonus with my wife's mouth.  It might be
interesting to watch her lick a dozen or so clits."

   Emily ignored me and hissed, biting her lip.

   Tara was silent but her head was bouncing of her volition as she tried
desperately to get this blonde off.

   The nipple chains were tight and straight, punishing my wife for every
movement.

   "Fuck!" Emily cried as she climaxed.  Her knees buckled and she almost
sat her full weight on Tara.  Emily's beautiful face contorted as she
moaned in pleasure.  She continued to hump Tara's face but slower now.  She
gently fucked Tara's mouth as she shivered through the last of her orgasm.

   Finally, Emily stepped off of Tara's shoulders.  Tara rose back to an
upright position instantly, trying to relieve her poor tits.  Her face
glistened with Emily's juices and her lips looked swollen.  She turned and
saw me looking and I merely pointed to the crowd that was assembled at the
window.  Tara shut her eyes and her face flushed again with embarrassment.

   "What's the matter, Tara?" Emily asked.  "You should be proud of your
pussy licking.  Aren't you proud?"

   "No," Tara said.



   "What?  You didn't enjoy yourself?" Emily asked with sincerity.  I was
suspicious.  Emily actually sounded hurt.

   "Not at all," Tara said smugly.  She sensed weakness.  "I just did it to
get you to promise to fuck me.  It was the most disgusting thing I have
ever been forced to do." Tara smiled at the hurt look on Emily's face, but
then she frowned as Emily smiled and laughed.

   "Good, I'm glad you feel that way," Emily laughed.  "I told you I would
return the favor if you proved that you didn't mind receiving pleasure from
a woman.  Either you are so stupid that you forgot, or, you really are
turned off by the idea.  Either way, I'm done with you.  Mr.  Thomas can
lock your pussy back up in concrete for all I care."

   With that final word, Emily gathered her skirt, and left.

   Tara looked at me with pleading in her eyes.  Well, and pussy juice on
her lips.

   "Don't look at me," I sighed.  "It looks like it's going to rain."

   I got up, and motioned for one of my maids to come forward.

   "Make sure my toys get back into the house before the rain hits," I
said.

   "What about Mrs.  Thomas?" my maid asked.  "I don't think I could undo
those stakes."

   Thunder rumbled overhead.  "I'll have the gardeners remove them later.
Tara is rain proof, my toys are not."

   As I walked back towards the house, I heard Tara cursing at me.  The
rain soon drowned her out.

















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