Runaway Wife

by Powerone

  She looked around the barn, never failing to see the wide collection of ropes and leather straps. She had never thought of them as much as she did now, almost able to feel them binding her naked skin. There were large beams in the ceiling, pulleys and ropes hanging down from them as if they were beckoning Keri to stand under them, expecting Michael to pop out any minute and string her up and strip her naked to be taken by him. She strolled around, idly touching objects as she explored the barn, found memories of her riding days flashed in her mind, the gentle bounce of the horse beneath her, the wind swishing thru her hair, and most of all, the pleasure she got having such a large animal between her spread legs, her pussy sliding up and down the leather saddle.

  She went back to her room, finding her clothes laid out for her, not sure who did it since she was confident that Michael was gone. The clothes were simple, a white button down blouse made of soft delicate silk and a blue skirt Keri suspected would be short. Holding it up against her hips, she was not disappointed when the supple fabric ended high on her thigh. She was surprised to find a lacey white bra lying there, along with a pair of matching low cut panties. Looking to the floor, she spied a pair of white ked sneakers and little bobby socks. How odd, she thought to herself. She took a long leisurely bath, lying in the full tub full of bath oils making the hot water feel as if it were caressing her skin. She rubbed her bald pussy, amazed at how sensitive she was down there. She began to roll her clit in her fingertips, all the while Michael's warning of not cumming without his permission in the back of her mind. She brought herself to the brink many times, each time stopping as if she was going to get caught by Michael. It was as if he would know just by looking at her. Why did he have such a hold on her? She finally got out of the tub, looking at her naked body in the mirror, the stark reality that her mound was bare reflecting back at her, her face turning red at the thought that Kevin had did it to her. All while she was bound!

  As the night got cooler, the light from the day fading to dust, Camilla entered the room carrying a tray full of drinks and putt them on the table. “Senor Michael will be with you shortly. He is just finishing up some business.” Camilla informed her, gazing at the young girl. Senor Michael likes the girls young. He also likes them submissive, like Mexican girls.

  The helicopter had landed about an hour ago, Keri hearing the commotion in the other part of the house. She was so aroused, too much masturbation in the bathtub earlier left her unfulfilled, but she was sure that Michael wouldn't leave her that way tonight. She had a nagging doubt in her mind that she would never be able to anticipate what he would do to her next,, Michael's mind far ahead of hers sexually. The uncertainty of not knowing what to expect sent her heart racing as she waited for him to arrive.

  Michael entered the room almost majestically, dressed in a pair of kakis, a dark brown sweater that clung to his broad chest. She wished she could touch herself, the thought of what Michael had planned for her exciting her.

  "I hope I haven't kept you waiting.” He walked in, Keri looking so lovely sitting in the dimming light of the day. “Stand up so I may see you.” He commanded, stopping to stand before her.

  She stood up, ashamed at how she responded so quickly to his command. His eyes ran up and down her body, her pussy getting wetter as he devoured her with his eyes as if he could see through her clothes. Or maybe he was just imaging what he would do to her tonight.

  "Turn around.” She obeyed so obediently, he was sure that tonight he would be no problem getting her to comply with his demands. “You have such a lovely body Keri.” He waited to see her face when she turned back towards him, catching a hint of redness in her face, embarrassed by his candor regarding her body.

  She didn't know what to say, deciding to sit down instead, feeling her face flushed. She looked down, hoping to catch a glimpse of the bulge in his pants, his eyes catching her in the act.

  "I'm sorry I had to rush out so quickly this morning. I trust Kevin took my place suitably.” He paused, seeing the mortified look wash over her face. “How do you like having your pussy bald for me?"

  For him? She gazed up at him with an unspoken hunger burning in her eyes, wishing that he would ask her to show it to him. The mere thought of him inspecting her making her pussy wet. She struggled to say something. “It's a bit strange. The feeling I mean.” She gulped. “And very humiliating to have it done by such a young boy.” She added. “And bound while it was being done."

  "I enjoy humiliation Keri. As you will learn. There is nothing more beautiful than a young girl, showing her naked body to strangers, the hint of a blush on her naked skin as she is put through her paces. And I am told that it does increase the arousal in the girl. Very satisfactory orgasms are induced. Or so Kevin told me this morning.” He looked into her eyes, carefully watching Keri as her mind processed through everything he had said.

  He spoke of training her like she was a horse, putting her through her paces. And the talk of strangers. Would he allow others to see her as Kevin did? Bound and naked, her body for them to do as they please. “Is that all I will be? A sexual toy to be passed among your friends.” She was blunt.

  "I have become very fond of you Keri. And you do have the alternative of leaving at any time. And I can also send you away should you fail to please me.” He saw the look on her face when he said that. A look of worry etched all over her face. She worried that she wouldn't please him. He liked instilling that in her, making her more amenable to whatever he required of her. “You are doing so well in learning what pleases me. You will soon join me in my bed.” He could see her eyes sparkle when he said that. He leaned closer to her, taking her hand and putting it in his lap, her fingers instantly curling around his cock. “This is what you do to me Keri.” He let her fingers explore his cock for a moment before he sat in the chair.

  It shocked her, Keri finding her hand on his cock, her fingers gripping it almost instinctively, running up and down as she remembered the way it felt in her mouth, her tongue running up and down the shaft so intimately. He confused her, his mind so far ahead of her, always arousing her, always surprising her with his strange opinions and outlook on woman. But it never failed to arouse her. He brushed her hand away, sitting back in his chair, just in time for Camilla to bring in dinner.

  All through dinner, Michael told Keri about his day, what was going on with his companies, where he was as if she were an integral part of his life. She ate ravenously, her mind racing to what would happen after dinner, her thighs rubbing together as she ate, the erotic thoughts arousing her to a heightened state of arousal. When she spoke, Michael actually listened to her, not like Jim did, asking questions of her as he sought out her opinion. Jim had rarely listened and had never asked for her opinion on anything. She felt closer to Michael than anyone she had ever been with, in spite of the way he took advantage her body, or maybe it was because of it. He was a man that knew what he wanted and was not afraid of going after it, Keri hoping that in this case it was her.

  Keri was an intelligent girl in addition of being attractive. Her mind reacted quickly and with insight, Michael finding her thoughts and comments refreshing. He looked at his watch, dinner passing by so quickly, having ate and talked for over an hour. “I enjoyed your company over dinner Keri. You are a very intelligent girl. I am going to Phoenix tomorrow for lunch with some friends. Would you care to accompany me?"

  Keri was surprised beyond belief by his request, finding his offer to go with him to Phoenix and meet some of his friends so gratifying. He actually wanted his friends to meet her. “I would be honored Michael,” smiling broadly.

  "The helicopter will leave at noon. I will lay out your clothes,” his offer to pick her wardrobe now expected by Keri. Michael picked the blindfold out of his pocket. “And now, let us go into the living room. But first, you must put on this blindfold."

  She looked at it, the bright red blindfold so ominous looking. In the living room. Michael with a blindfold. Her mind began to swirl, trying to conjure u
p what Michael had in store for her. She stood up, turning her back to him, his hands moving to her neck as he pushed her hair out of the way so he could place the blindfold on her. His gentle touch sent shivers up her spine. Suddenly the room went completely dark, the blindfold left her sightless. They say that when you lose one sense, it heightens the others, Keri found it so true as Michael's fingers touched her, igniting something in her as he led her down the hallway. Keri was forced to trust him that he would lead her safely down whatever path of he chose. She didn't say a word, knowing deep down inside that Michael wanted her commitment to be complete, entrusting him explicitly. She could sense the openness of the living room around her, her mind adjusting to the loss of sight. Her body trembled as she tried to become aware of his movement around her.

  Michael looked at her standing in the center of the room, not knowing what would befall her. He watched her body sway in conjunction to his movements, attuned to every sound he made. “I will tell you exactly what to do. You are to fall my commands without fail. You may speak one last time."

  "What am I going to do?” The suspense was killing her, she had to know.

  "You are going to masturbate for me. I want to watch you as you enjoy your pleasure. As you cum for me. Now no more questions.” The conversation had ended, she would now have to perform for him.

  Masturbation herself? She thought, inwardly groaning. And he was going to watch her as if she were doing it in the privacy of her own bedroom! She couldn't see out the blindfold, the unknown more ominous, not able to see Michael's face, his reactions as he made her masturbate. What would he make her do? She listened for his voice, ready to obey his command. She could hear his breathing, echoing off the walls of the large room, sounding so loud in her ears. She tried to imagine it, where she was in the room, where Michael was by the sound of his voice.

  "Sit down here,” his hands guided her over to the couch, the dark black fabric would contrast nicely against her white skin once she was naked. “Sit on the edge of the couch, don't lean back.” She began to obey him without question. “Arch your back for me, stick those lovely tits out.” He enjoyed her full breasts, her nipples almost pushing out the blouse. “Very nice,” he praised her, his hands trailing up her arms and down gently before moving away from her. “Now put your hands on your legs. Keep your tits out,” He watched as she struggled to obey him. Her body unsteady as she tried to follow his instructions. “Open you legs, wider, wider,” his voice urging her to spread her legs wider until he could see the mysterious darkness between them.

  She could only imagine how she must look. Her breasts pushed out obscenely, legs spread wide, her hands on her legs as if she was teasing him. She jumped, hearing a click, almost seeing a brightness behind the mask. Again, the click.

  "Lovely Keri. Sit up straight, I want you to play with your breasts through your blouse. Keep your legs open, I didn't tell you to close them,” he yelled at her when the clicking sound made her jerk them closed in response. She sat up straight, quickly opening her legs once again, holding the pose she thought he wanted, her back arched so her full breasts were posed in the most provocative position.

  She sat so lewdly, Michael's voice chastising her when she attempted to close her legs. Her hands slid up her waist, cupping her full breasts in her hands, trying to hard to please Michael. Her hands squeezed her breasts, as Michael would do, feeling her nipples swell to attention. God, she couldn't believe how turned on she was getting, the darkness making it more erotica, only able to imagine the expression on Michael's face as she obeyed his commands. She was actually masturbating in front of a man, or at least she was beginning to. It made her so excited, yet in the back of her mind she dreaded having to strip naked for him, letting him see her when she climaxed, the most intimate moment of her life. Her nipples swelled beneath her touch, Keri knowing just the right pressure to make them spring to life.

  "Unbutton your blouse,” his voice soft and urging. She did not hesitate; her fingers shook as she undid the blouses long row of buttons one at a time. Her generous cleavage spilled out of the lacey white bra he had her wear. He wanted her stripped slowly, the bra making it that more humiliating, another garment that she would have to shed until she was naked.

  She finished unbuttoning the blouse, opening it to the side, exposing her bra to Michael. She pushed her chest out, hoping to please him. Her legs were still spread wide for him. She waited.

  Michael let her sit there for a moment before his next order came. “Remove the blouse.” He enjoyed the way she arched her back higher to remove the blouse, the bra straining to contain her ample breasts. She slipped it from her shoulders slowly, folding it neatly on the couch beside her. “Play with your breasts again Keri.” He commanded softly.

  Her fingers crushed her breasts beneath the bra, clenching them hard, feeling the flesh push out the top of her bra. Now she realized why he picked the bra that snapped in the front. She didn't have to wait long for the inevitable, Michael becoming impatient, Keri hearing his lust in his voice.

  "The bra. Remove the bra but do it slowly. Tease me with that lovely body.” Michael got the camera ready, wanting to catch her in an intimate moment.

  Keri's hands slid up to the middle of her bra, finding the tiny catch, her fingers trembling as she tried to undo it. She finally felt the bra give away, her fingers moving quickly to grab the two halves before they fell away to reveal too much, too soon. Michael wanted her to tease him, Keri more than willing to oblige him. Her fingers touched the smooth skin of her cleavage, feeling the bra peeling away slowly. Her nipples throbbed as the bra slid over them, the cool air of the room rushing over the sensitive tips revealing to her blindfolded eyes that they were bare. She jumped when she heard the click, two rapid clicks in a row. Michael was taking pictures of her! Naked pictures of her! What would he do with them? It was just like with Brad. The bra fluttered to the floor in front of her, Keri's hands hugging her breasts close to her, hiding them from the obtrusive camera.

  Michael waited patiently for Keri, her hands hiding her breasts from his eyes, the humiliation etched in her face. He was sure that she had figured out he was taking pictures of her, but she didn't protest, Michael knowing that she wouldn't. If only she knew the whole truth. Her hands finally moved away from her breasts, baring the firm flesh, her nipples like hard erasers, framed by the dark areolas. They stood so proudly, the click of the camera, the bright flash illuminating them forever. “Very beautiful Keri. I love your tits. Now play with them. Pinch your nipples for me. Tease them harder."

  Her hand went to her nipples. “MMMMM,” she moaned in pleasure, her fingers touching her sensitive nipple, the thought of Michael watching as she played with them making it more exciting. She pinched harder, like Michael would do, the sharp bite of her fingers igniting the lust between her spread legs. Her nipple swelled beneath her finger, her other hand reaching for her other breast, her fingers teasing over the tip. “OOOHH,” she began to pant, her hands pulled on her nipples, squeezed them, the tips felt like they were ready to explode. Her legs opened wider, Keri wished she could touch her pussy, but Michael had not told her she could. It was strange, Keri needing Michael's permission to touch her. Even stranger that Keri obeyed him without question.

  "One hand between your legs Keri. Get your pussy wet for me.” He couldn't believe how fast her hand slid under her skirt, not caring how it looked. She was aroused and Michael would use that against her. Her hips began to move, her moaning louder as her fingers played between her legs. Michael couldn't see her hand. He moved next to her, taking her hand that was between her legs and pushed her fingers towards her mouth. “Open your mouth,” Keri responsive, her lips parted, Michael taking one of her fingers and slipped it into her mouth. “Make it wet."

  Her tongue slipped out and licked at her finger, knowing what Michael wanted. He was going to let her slip her wet finger in her pussy, the need to cum building in Keri's body. Michael's demands aroused her to a fever pitch, Keri willing to
do anything to please him. And her.

  Michael imagined it was his cock that her tongue danced over, remembering how her lips had curled around his cock as her tongue lathered it. He pulled her finger from her mouth, his other hand moving between her widespread legs, pushing the skirt up and away, the white panties hugging her shorn mound. He pulled the waistband of her panties, slipping her hand inside. “Play with your pussy,"

  Keri needed no excuse, her fingers slid down her slit, surprised how wet her pussy lips were now that she had no hair. “GGGGGODDDDD,” she moaned in ecstasy as she found her tight hole, her wet finger slid easily in her slick passage. Her hips rose up as she was impaled on her finger, rubbing her finger in and out of her pussy.

  Michael let her play with her pussy for a couple of minutes, wanting her highly aroused. She had much more performing to do for him before he would allow her to cum. “Take off your panties."

  His voice was direct and to the point, Keri afraid that he would take more pictures of her once her sex was revealed. She reluctantly pulled her hand from her panties, her ass rising up automatically as she gripped the waistband of her panties. She slid them down over her hips and down her legs, kicking them off her feet, her legs together.

  "Lean back now Keri. Put your feet on the couch.” He got the camera ready.

  She knew that she would be grossly exposed and that is what Michael wanted from her. She pushed her skirt out of the way as she sat back, bringing both of her legs up onto the couch, her thighs still clenched tightly together.

  "Point your toes out. I want to see that wet pussy.” Michael's voice fluttered with his lust, his cock hard, wanting relief. He snapped the picture, three in a row as her toes pointed out, her pussy spread open in all of its glory. The camera captured the slick juices that coated her shaved mound, catching the look of concern on her face as he snapped picture after picture of her naked and spread body. “You should see how open you are Keri. Your pink pussy is slick with your juices. Reach down and spread your lips open wider. I want to see inside you."