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Subject: {ASSM} Taming of the Shrew part 3 (M/f, BDSM, rape, nc, toys, anal, wife)
Date: Mon, 17 Dec 2001 18:10:14 -0500
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This story is mine.  I own the copyright.  If you want to make it publicly
available by ANY means, you must contact me for permission first.  I'll
probably let you, without any charge, even if you want to charge for it.
You just have to ask first.

(C) 2001, all rights reserved.

First, the disclaimer that I know you won't read.
This is a work of fiction.  If you don't know what that first sentence
means, don't read this story.

This is a work of an adult nature.  If you don't know what that means, don't
read this story.  Similarly, if "adult" material offends you, or is illegal
where you live, don't read this story.

Let me say that again, this is a work of an adult nature.  If you have kids
in your home, you should know that they can read this as easily as you can.
You should have *something* on your computer that prevents them from reading
anything that resembles this story.

This story contains graphic depictions of non-consenual sex.  If fictional
stories of this nature bother you, don't read this story.  Similarly, anyone
who would engage in actual non-consensual sex should be promptly thrown in
jail.  If you can read above a third grade level, you would know that to
mean
that I do not condone non-consensual sex against any living creature.  If
you
engage in non-consensual sex, you should know that means you are a rapist
and you should turn yourself over to the proper authorities immediately.

With that said, on with the story.

****

9 days ago my youngest child left for college.  It was 9 days ago that
my wife became my unwilling slave.  Well, not so unwilling anymore.  The
intense training I put her through has left her as subservient and docile as
one could ask for a sex slave.  Sure, she still had a very long ways to go,
but I had taught her to want to please me ... no matter what it was that I
wanted from her.  I could now ask for blow jobs without fear that she would
try and bite me, and I had taught her how to give *good* oral sex.

Of course, it had only been 9 days, so now it was time to test her.

I entered The Palace, and had grown used to my slave kneeling for me as I
entered (Bertha, my computer system, would alert her even if she was asleep
tat I was on my way).

Today was no acception.  She had rapidly learned not to displease me (though
she frequently did despite her best intentions).

"Someone is coming down here to perform some maintenance," I said.  "I want
you in your bed the entire time the person is here.  No matter how much
noise they make, no matter what they do, you are to keep your eyes and your
mouth closed.  If they ask you a question, you do not nod or shake your
head.  Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"Master, your slave understands Master."

"Good," I said, then gave her a brownie.

"The women will be down here in about an hour.  Now get in bed, and don't
come out."

When Tracy got there, she already knew what to do.  She had been an integral
part of the planning process regarding my wife, and thus had her
instructions down pat for about the last year.

I lead Tracy down to The Palace.  Her job was actually two fold.  First, she
really was there for a reason other than testing my wife.  She was to
install a very sophisticated contraption that would interface with Bertha in
one of the rooms.  It would be this contraption that would essentially
brain-wash my wife into following any order I gave.

Now, at this point you may be a little confused.  Earlier I had said that
she would follow most any order I gave and that she did her best to please
me.  This is true, however, that was true here in The Palace.  My intentions
with my wife/slave meant she had to be taken out and into the world.  I had
to be sure that she was completely, absolutely, and totally under my
control.  Part of that was to make her fervently believe that if she met
someone, anyone, the person she was speaking to was ALSO under my control.
I needed her subservient to me no matter where we were.  I needed her brain
to be filled only with what I wanted to be in it, that leaving, escaping, or
anything of the sort wouldn't even occur to her.  The thought, even for the
briefest of an instant, would never happen.

At the moment, I was relatively sure she wasn't that far along.

So, I lead Tracy into the "room" upon which she dutifully made note of the
"odd" room.

Of course she was the one that built The Palace, but we were acting.

"I have tastes that differ from the norm.  But of course that is none of
your concern.  I take it you can get everything done you need to?"

"Of course," she said following her lines to a T.  "I will need the doors to
stay open as I'll need to make several trips back and forth from my van."

"No problem, consider it done."

It was all I could do to stop myself from laughing.  I could just imagine
what was going through my slave's head.

I went back upstairs, flopped myself down in my chair (no, not THE chair I
spoke about before, it's just a plain ol office chair), and brought up the
audio and video for the Palace.

Tracy had already gotten to work, and I could see that my slave was now
laying in a position that would allow her to look at Tracy.

Now, I did laugh out loud and I wondered how long she would hold out.

Surprisingly, Tracy worked for nearly twenty minutes before my wife jumped
out of her bed and ran through the "rooms" to get to Tracy.

"Please," my slave pleaded in a voice that was a frantic whisper.  "You've
got to help me!  My husband has gone insane.  He's kept me down here for
..... God, I have no idea how long, months maybe.  He's beaten me, sodomized
me, and done things to me I can't even begin to explain.  Look here."

My wife turned around and showed Tracy her back, which had numerous angry
red welts, not to mention scabs from places where I'd beaten her to
bleeding.

"What in the.."

Tracy said the lines so flawlessly, so exactly to what I had told her to
say, that I had no doubt as to how things would go.

"Listen honey," Tracy said.  "This is what we'll do.  Let me finish building
 this so suspicion isn't raised.  At some point, I'll bring down this
rolling cabinet that I'm sure you can fit in.  When I pack up to leave, you
can get in that, I'll wheel you up to my van with me, and take you to my
shop.  We'll do what we can once we get there.  How's that sound?"

"Oh thank you," my slave said emphatically.  "I'm going to go get back in my
bed.  Just ... uhhh ... cough, four times or something, when you're ready
for me."

"Done.  I'll make this as quick as I can."

With that, my wife returned to her bed, and I zoomed one of the cameras down
close enough to see how often she opened her eyes.

It took Tracy about another hour and a half to complete my brain-washing
device, complete the interface with Bertha, and test its operation (which
was perfect incidentally).

Following the script perfectly, she loaded up my wife in her cart, and took
her to her "van".  It was one of those four ton deals built on the chassis
of a dualie truck, complete with a hydraulic lift for the cargo area.

Once she had gotten everything stowed away, we said our "goodbyes", and the
both of us got into the truck and drove off.

Our destination was some fourty minutes away to a farm house (complete with
about 120 acres of land) I had purchased, and outfitted to exacting
specifications.  That home, the entire thing, was one big ol house of BDSM
pleasures.  In fact, it was my newest business.  Already, several folks were
using it regularly, and I had seen to it that today, the place would be
full.  I wanted maximum effect for my new slave.

Tracy pulled into the garage, and we got out (I had a cattle prod in my
hand).  Once the door was closed, Tracy opened the cargo door, and I stayed
to the
side where my slave wouldn't see me.  Tracy helped my slave out of the cargo
hold, telling her that she would be "helped by many people" now.  That "she
would personally see to it that everything appropriate to the situation was
done."

My wife, quite surprisingly, was speachless, and just followed.

However, the instant the door to the home opened, and the sounds of people
moaning, others screaming, the sounds of whips, crops, and rattling chains
hit her ears, and she froze dead in her tracks.

Even though I couldn't see her face, I know her eyes were the size of dinner
plates just then.

And they probably got wider when I jammed the cattle prod into her left ass
cheek.

She collapsed to the ground, screaming in pain.

"So you wanted to leave me," I said, a huge smile on my face.  "I think I
shall let you stay here for a couple of days, where no less than 10 people
will work on you twenty-four hours a day.  How's that sound?"

She looked at me, the fear in her eyes couldn't have been any more apparent
.... but she was with it enough to realize I just asked her a question.

"M--Master,  please, don't ... Master, I--I'm sorry, Master, your slave,
your slave..."

Everything after that was just incoherent gibberish as she attempted to
speak through tears, hyperventilation, and fear so thick I could see she had
pissed herself.

"Stand," I ordered above her jabbering.

I don't know if she didn't hear me or what, but this was not the time to be
giving her any slack, so I jammed the cattle prod into her right thigh.

That shut her up.

"Stand," I repeated.

Her entire body was shaking from fear, but she managed to do as I ordered.

I stuck the cattle prod near her face, then said "You had better start
paying more attention, or the punishment is going to get worse than it
already is.  Now, turn and follow Tracy into the house."

Tracy, following the instructions she had been given so long ago, turned and
lead her into the house with me following behind.

My slave was lead into the house, and into the main room.  There, one male
submissive, and another female submissive, were serving drinks and light
appetizers to three of my closest BDSM dominant friends.  They were Diana,
Carl, and Helen.  Each was dressed in some pretty extreme dominant BDSM wear

Tracy lead my wife to the center of the room, then began to take her own
clothes
off.  Once fully nude, she folded her clothes, then threw them into the
fireplace
which had a roaring fire going.

At this point, I have to let you know that I'm smiling from ear to ear.  I
had said that I could trust Tracy completely, but I never said why.  I
abducted Tracy some four years previous.  Well, abducted is a bit of a
strong word.  She was maybe 17 when I saw her early one morning sleeping in
an alley in downtown.  I took her in, fed her ... then put her through much
of what my wife was currently going through.  She was the one on whom I
created much of what was being used on my wife now.  She was my test subject
and she is utterly mine.  Incidentally, Tracy is not her real name.  I don't
even know what that is.  Tracy is the name I gave her about a year after I
picked her up.  In that time, I had her learn a great many things, with her
showing an incredible intelligence.

"Tracy, I want you find my favorite gag, and put it on my other slave.  I
want you to find my largest gag, and put that on yourself.  Once that is
done, I want you to restrain my other slave on one side of the fireplace,
arms above her head.  Then I want you to restrain your own ankles to the
other side."

"Master, it is your slaves pleasure to do as my Master wishes," Tracy said
obediently.

My wife/slave stood there, shaking, the entire time.  It wasn't until Tracy
approached her with the gag that I saw the first hint that I might have
pushed this too far, too fast.

"BE STILL," I commanded harshly ... so harshly even Tracy froze in her
tracks.

"Not you my fuck whore.  Get that gag on her."

Tracy nodded, and continued.  Fortunately, my wife/slave stayed put.  I
breathed a bit of a sigh of relief once that gag was on her.

Tracy went to the wall that held both the fireplace, and was the storage
location for the restraints, and pulled six pairs of leather cuffs.  She
lead my wife back, restrained her, then went to the other side of the
fireplace and restrained her own ankles.

Then, I turned to Diana, "I do believe you said you always wanted a chance
at an untrained slave, well, she's only nine days old."

Diana smiled broadly.  "How far can I go?"

"How ever far you want, just give me a minute to speak with her first."

"Carl, Helen, you two take Tracy."

"Well thank you buddy," Carl said.  "But what're you going to do?"

"Enjoy the show," I said with a huge smile.

Then, I turned to my wife/slave.  "You are mine.  I thought you would have
learned this by now, but you haven't.  You are mine.  When I say something,
you do it.  I have no idea what made you believe that you could somehow
disregard an order of mine, but at the moment I am so completely
disappointed in you that I am not capable of punishing you.
So, I am going to have someone else do it.  I want you to know, that as my
property, you are mine to do with as I please ... that includes giving you,
or loaning you, to someone else if I want to do that.  When I give you, or
loan you, to someone else, THAT PERSON IS YOUR MASTER!  The rules you have
learned apply to them as they do to me.  Nod if you understand what I have
just said."

She nodded vigorously.

"Good, I want you to nod again if you understand how totally disappointed in
you I am."

Another nod.

"I want you to nod if you feel you should be punished."

She stared at me for several minutes, then tears began to flow, and her head
sunk down.  I was more than a little surprised when her head nodded.

"Diana, she's all yours," I said turning around.

"So she needs to be punished?"

"With vigor," I answered.

I sat down, then watched Diana, Carl, and Helen "go to work".

"Limp dick," I said to John, the male submissive ... and actually a very
good business associate.  He's the CEO of a major corporation that is a
customer to two of my companies.  Believe it or not, we have a "normal"
working relationship, and we both understand that said relationship ends
when he is with Diana.  "Get me a beer."

John bowed and went to get my beer.

Diana obtained a riding crop, and two of the stronger nipple clamps.

She grabbed her glass, and after using the cold drink to make her nipples
stick out, put the nipple clamps on.

What my wife/slave did when that first nipple clamp was put on her was
simply beautiful.  She trashed about, making her gorgeously huge tits swing
about on her body.  This only increased when the second clamp was applied.

Diana then began whipping her tits, hitting the nipples on about every
tenth stroke.  With every stroke, she talked about the duties of a proper
slave.  It was a great punishment.

Tracy on the otherhand was getting a different treatment.  Carl had grabbed
a double vibrating dildo, and was using it to pleasure both the cunt and ass
of Tracy ... while Helen applied clamps all over Tracy's tits.  Unlike my
wife, Tracy appeared to be in rapture.  Her hands held on to an eyebolt
above
her head, restraints were no longer a requirement with her.

Diana whipped until both of my wife's tits were completely an angry red
color (somewhat to my disappointment, there wasn't a single welt).  Then she
stepped back and began deriding everything about her.  She commented how fat
she was, how her hair wasn't satisfactory, how stupid she was,
undisciplined, unworthy of a wonderful Master like me.  She noted that my
wife's pussy hair was unshaven, and unbefitting a descent slave, and she
kept going, noting a wide variety of things from the length of her finger
nails to her toe nails.  If my wife had it, it wasn't fit to shit on.

I was impressed.

While this was happening, Tracy was obviously nearing orgasm, and was
fighting its onset at Carls command.  He was waiting for Helen to finish
threading the clamps.  Once she was finished, Carl gave the go ahead, and
Helen used the string to rip the clamps away.

By this point, Diana had taken the restraints and gag off my wife, layed
down, and hiked her leather miniskirt up.  "Eat my slit you worthless piece
of shit," Diana ordered.

I laughed like mad at that, drawing the attention of everyone.  I clapped,
then informed Diana that prior to my taking my wife as my slave, she didn't
even like to kiss me after I'd pleasured her."

Diana's eyebrows went up.  "She truly is an ungrateful little wench isn't
she."

"Hence her need for punishment."

"Diana turned back to my wife and said "You will eat me out, and you will do
so with eagerness, or I shall go back to punishing you, and this time it'll
be with the whip."

That was all the urging my wife needed.  I had used a whip on her only three
times, and I knew it was the thing she found most painful.  She almost dived
into Diana's cunt, sucking and licking with all the energy she could muster
.... while at the same time trying to keep her tits off the ground.

"Lay your body on the ground you worthless slut!  Don't worry about those
tits, you just worry about pleasing me!"

I sniggered again as I realized the nipple clamps were still on her.  This
was going to hurt like crazy.

Tracy on the other hand was also being unrestrained and ungaged.  She was
placed doggy style on the ground.  Carl lubed up Tracy's ass as Helen layed
down.  Just as Carl entered Tracy's shit hole, Tracy was laying her mouth
onto Helen's fuck box.  Helen and Carl moaned in pleasure as one.

"The Master is quite hard," Lucy, the female submissive said to me.  "Would
he like to be serviced?"

"I nodded, on your knees, I want a blow job."

I knew that Lucy was not only one of the best fellatio artist alive, she
also quite litterally, got her rocks off doing it."

I simply can not describe to you what it was like watching my wife (and now
my slave) eat the pussy of another woman while my other slave got ass fucked
while she was eating another woman's pussy ... all while I was getting a
mindblowing blowjob.

Diana was the first among the three of us to get up.  Unfortunately for my
wife, it wasn't because she'd recieved an orgasm.

"GET UP YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF DOG PISS."

My wife stood, fear once again causing her body to shake.

"Ordinarily, I give slaves some ice to put on their nipples prior to
removing the clamps.  You however do not deserve the consideration."

With that, Diana reached forward and violently yanked the clamps off.

Everyone in the house had to have heard that scream.  My wife collapsed,
holding her tits, but not going anywhere near the abused nipples.  Even
Tracy, who has learned not to stop servicing someone no matter what,
stopped sucking on Helen's cunt to look.

For the entire time of my blowjob, and Tracy's fucking and sucking, my wife
cried and moaned in pain.

I was the first to have an orgasm.  :Lucy, the dutiful slave that she is,
sucked down every drop, then licked me clean, then went and got a washcloth
and further cleaned my sex rod.

Helen went next.  She had Tracy by the hair, burying her face into her mound
as he went spastic (her orgasms nearly always caused what almost looked like
siezures).  Last was Carl, who was ramming into Tracy's ass with violent
force before he came.

I pulled my pants up, and walked over to my wife.  "So, which is it," I
asked.  "You coming with me or staying here?"

"Master," she said moaning the words.  "Please, your slave wants to come
with you.  Master, please don't leave me here."

"Kneel," I ordered.  She kneeled, her face a mask of pain.  "I want you to
apologize to Diana for being such a worthless bitch."

"Dian--"

"NO," I yelled cutting her off and slapping one of her nipples.  "She is a
Mistress, and you will ALWAYS address her as such."

My wife whimpered, as she said "Mistress, this slave is sorry she is a
worthless bitch."

I turned to Tracy, who, having no instructions, had gone about putting the
restraints and riding crop away.

"I want you to drive us home, then you are to return here.  I want this
place throughly cleaned, then you can retire to your room."

"Yes Master."

"You," I said to my wife, "Lets go."

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