236 A Dairy conversion (6)

236 A Dairy conversion (6)236 A Dairy conversion (6)Monday arrived and off to work we both went, neither of us wanting to make the call to the agent saying we couldn?t take the place, it was Thursday tea time before we decided that Ann would do the deed the next day.They say if you want to make god laugh tell him your plans, our plans came tumbling down that night when my job, that seemed so long term, vanished in a smoke cloud, the main building burning to the ground.We staff arrived at work the next day to find that other than a week or two`s work, clearing the site of salvage then we would all be redundant. We found our boss, an elderly chap; had not the heart to begin again so was taking the insurance money and retiring.I rang Ann ?don?t tell the agent anything girl we will talk tonight? I said, ?things are changing!? We were in the agent`s office in Rye by dinnertime on the Saturday, putting in an offer, we put our own home on the market, knowing it would be snapped up as Eastbourne area is one of those places that people want to play smallholders but still have all the facilities of the coast`s best town.By the end of that month we were the owners of ?the homestead?, our home was under offer and we were packing to move out, our dairy was to be the last place we would move. Before we moved surprisingly we were to have one more adventure, as it happened with a holiday-making young man who we met on the beach near the pier. It was the perfect time for Ann to sleep with a third party we thought, as if we didn?t want to progress with the scenario and he was to come back looking for us again we would have moved on.Ann began chatting to the young fellow, who had asked about directions to the redoubt, a castle style effort further along the beach. He realised he was on a winner and quickly lost all interest in the redoubt when Ann began getting ready for a swim and the young fellow caught sight of the red stripes from the previous nights whipping across her ample butt. Inside an hour he was caught in her web, she introduced me as her master and talked of her love of the whip. All his fantasy`s passed before his eyes at once, he was from Coventry he said, staying in one of the seafront hotels for a day or two on his own. It was obvious he wanted to play but Ann kept him waiting all afternoon making certain of his background and the like, He told us he was just 23; and a car worker, he stood 5 ft 6 inches of stocky build and blonde hair. His name was Sam. Finally, I invited him back to the house for a meal as the sun began to fall from the sky. We journeyed home using the long way around to cause a little confusion. After the 30minute journey by now our disoriented guest, having no idea where he was, was actually just half a mile from his hotel, we arrived in the gathering twilight pulling up at our front door. We soon had a light meal, and spent a while sitting drinking though I could see he was very aroused having been verbally teased by Ann for the last few hours. Things needed moving on, so I suddenly stood and ordered Ann to ?go open the dungeon and assume a position.? She shot me a searing glance then stood and to our new friend`s surprise answered humbly, ?yes sir? and scuttled away.We finished our drinks then sauntered to the dairy, where we found a naked Anne d****d face down over the table, leather wristlets on ankles and wrists. His eyes stood out like organ stops and his uncut dick like a 7inch clothes prop pushed his trousers out from his body. I ignored that and threw him some cord telling him to secure her arms, as I saw to her legs. She was soon secure, so we stripped off our clothes. I showed him our toys then took a seat on the sofa saying I was here to keep things from getting out of hand but that she was all his to do whatever he fancied to her for having teased him all afternoon. He became like a k**die in a sweet shop, amazed at what I had just offered him. I motioned him to get on with the job, his jaw dropped, and he stuttered, ?Anything?? I answered; ?within reason yes!? obviously over awed at the prospect of using this lovely lady in any way his mind fantasised, especially in the presence of her husband he hesitated. I sat the lad down, telling him he had my blessing to use any of our numerous toys on my wife`s body, that she positively wanted to be hurt and that there would be no comeback from any of his actions. He asked if she could confirm that, to which Ann gently whispered that it was her fantasy too and that she wanted to be used in any way he felt fit, and that I would not let things get out of control.Reassured he gentle kissed her, then ran his hands over her back from the neck downwards, his hands sliding over her backside like a man fondling some precious work of art, his voice cracking he quietly asked me if I would help him select the whip she least enjoyed. Ann and I exchanged glances, as I handed him the tawse knowing she dreaded that, telling him that he must not turn it stud side down unless I told him it was what she wanted. He nodded, then went to the head of the table, showed Ann the tawse and asked how many strokes she thought she deserved.I didn`t hear what she answered so quietly did she reply, without moving from his location at the head of the table he swung the first stroke, the sound of the leather on skin reverberated round the little chamber, and a small wimper came from my wife, alternately the blows fell rapidly on her buttocks, the colour changing from flesh, to pink, then to red, he paused, perhaps to check on her well being. He looked at me as he advanced his rigid member to my wife`s eager lips.She began to suck like a baby at a teat, I told him to ?carry on?. He looked surprised then took up the tawse and began to strike again, the sucking became more intense, and as the colour began to change to a shade of purple I had not seen before I stopped him, however to my surprise Ann, gasped ?you bastard not now I am so near?I substituted the tawse for a crop and told them to carry on, with the first stroke landed on the right buttock a single red stripe showing small droplets of blood, ?On? I shouted he struck again this time to the left, with the same effect, the next he struck as he filled her mouth with his semen, his aim distracted it hit between the buttocks the tip curling down to strike my beloved wife on her moist clitoris. Her climax hit her hard, as the blow landed; gasps of deep joy, as she fought to take in air her face red, radiating a look of pure ecstasy as she slumped onto the table exhausted.Sam stepped back looking startled as he looking askance of me? Had he hurt her too much? Was she damaged? Did I mind? All these thoughts I saw cross his mind, so I reassured him, telling him that was a great orgasm, had he not experienced one before? He said he had but never one as intense as that had produced.Together we unlashed Ann then I helped him to lift her onto the Saint Andrews cross facing us, and revealing all her womanly charms to us, she didn`t resist at all her chin resting on her chest a look of supreme enjoyment on her face. Sam gently fondled her breasts, ran his hands down to her sex, kissed her between her lower lips, I could see he was aroused again. ?Here? I said, ?try these? and threw him a couple of my latest toys, Domestic clothes pegs. With a sadistic smile he quickly attached them to her nipples, the he took the box from me and began attaching them to the lips of her sex, one, two three, four to each lip, each one bringing a new level of pain to my poor wife`s body, each duly recognised by an in-drawing of breath, the loose skin under her arms, soon found itself a target and lastly her tongue. Sam stepped back to admire his handy-work, then sat himself on the sofa to watch her writhe in agony at the discomfort of the pegs and the bruising of the backside, she began to sob and moan to herself her muffled voice referring to us both as sadistic bastards, and begging us to release her from her torment her speech distorted by the peg on her tongue. She did not use our safe word, so I left her to enjoy her situation for a short while longer. Both Sam and I had dicks like iron bars as we released her from the cross, taking the pegs from her tongue, sex lips and under arms as we did so, we left the nipples and laying her on the carpet, Sam was soon in the saddle, pumping away like a man possessed. Together they both climaxed a loud rough, hard climax that left them both drained, he rolled off and I quickly took his position, thrusting into my near collapsed wife, her sloppy sex running in what felt must be a gallon of his spend, she lay like a rag doll as I added to the mess.It took a good half hour for Sam and me to recover; to the point on shaky legs we could help Ann back to the house. In our living room she d****d herself over the table as she had done in the Dairy while Sam on her instruction applied some soothing antiseptic cream to the wounds he had so recently given her, I made coffee and the three of us then slept the night away Sam and Ann in our bed and I in our spare room. The lad deserved that at least.At breakfast we discussed the night as was our usual practice; Sam explained that though he was no virgin he had never had a chance to use a woman in such a way. He went on to explain that had so thoroughly enjoyed the experience and he was now keen, to do more in the style. Ann said she thought the evening was over when she climaxed the first time, she couldn?t believe we had put her to the cross, and then had the cheek to screw her as well. For me the night had been fantasies come true, though I had to ask if they had done any more after we all went to bed?Ann smiled and said wouldn`t I just love to know! Then relented and added it was a fantastic experience and that she would do it again, but it would be a while before she would, as ?her arse was bruised, and her fanny was raw especially as Sir Gallahad here had been at her most of the night?. Sam left us his telephone number and I ran him back to the pier, another adventure over. Tomorrow we would start to strip our dungeon, the insane little place that had saved our shaky marriage. Tomorrow we were moving to the Homestead Ann had taken a week off work, partly to recover her seat and partly to move-house, we went first towing our old pony trailer loaded with the contents of our Dairy, we wanted to get all of it into the new dungeon before nosey removal men came into the picture! We spent the day freshening up the paintwork, putting up shelves and the like, as a return load we fetched back some of the older furniture we were replacing with our own. A second day had the painting all completed, and we then concentrated on packing up our old place.Bright and early the removals men appeared, and loading began, by late afternoon our furniture was in place the men had gone and we were putting up beds and the like, we had arrived.The next day we returned to tidy up the old home ready for the new occupant.On the mat on the by post, our very first at the homestead a letter came with the welcome news that Ann had been asked if she would like promotion to cover the store in Ashford as well as the one in Hastings. Brilliant! As the Homestead was midway between the two and as there was a travel allowance that meant we could live on her money with whatever I could get in as a bonus best of all was the hours Monday to Friday, 9 till 5.We occasionally had been ?foster parents? for a local a****l shelter over the last few years, and I had talked to the local warden as our new home being way out without upsetting the neighbours, we had space for a number of pens and kennels the shelter would pay for the wire wood and upkeep. The reason for me to want the kennels was security as with a dog or two around the place it would deter the odd prowler, our new home being so remote, there was also the possibility of a small income from it as caretaker and of course any screams would be masked by noisy dogs. Either way the charity took the idea up and quickly applied for the inevitable planning permission a slow process.We settled down in the homestead over the next few weeks, Ann`s job proved a fine step up and fitted in superbly, the payment for our old home came through and the homestead was now ours, mortgage free and we had a few bob, tucked in the bank to boot, our new dungeon was taking shape, and planning was looking good for the kennels.We, after a lot of talking between us, had decided to trust Sam, we had rung him and had invited him to have a weekend with us; he agreed like a shot and he arrived at Ashford international station and was duly collected by Ann after her work, on a wet Friday in that September. He presented her with a sheaf of flowers and a quick kiss she later told me, and then they rode home in near silence.... He gripped my hand firmly as he arrived, thanking me for the invite, Ann showed him his room then both went to change. We were soon sitting round our dining table facing a hot meal I had prepared.?Before we go any further? I said, ?there is something we wish to make perfectly clear Sam, Ann is my wife, we may have perhaps an unconventional way of life, but she does not want any romantic attachments, and though she may have fun with whomever she wants that is as far as it goes.? He said that he totally understood and that he just was in it for the enjoyment, however ?Ann would hold a special place in his heart forever though with the best will in the world she was a little older than he would have chosen as a life partner!? Ann choked on her drink, as he said that, and he was quick to apologise, ?he didn?t mean that in any nasty way? he said, ?just that he was a trifle young for such a wonderful masochistic milf? Ann laughed as she told him to ?stop digging!? We ate our meal in a sort of stunted silence; it was as if no one wanted to open the next conversation. Sam finally started, saying he had done nothing but relive the last episode in his head for the last few months, the feeling He said of running his hands over Ann`s backside for the first time, had been something he would never forget. By this time, she had started to blush, especially as he went on to remark that her asking for more was something beyond any fantasy he had ever had and that he hoped we could do something this weekend though it was such a shame we now had lost the Dairy. We did not enlighten him at the time Ann saying that she had to work on the Monday so bruises on her backside was definitely out this weekend as was any marks in view.We retired to the little sitting room where a log fire crackled in the hearth; over a bottle of wine we discussed his new BDMS hobby, He said the feeling of power as he used the crop was something he wanted to feel again, as was to be given permission by such a beautiful victim, her request for him to use her body in any way he wished had been so erotic. (This was something I now understand well it being one of my greatest turn on`s when a victim asks for whatever to be done to their body to me is the greatest compliment anyone can give.)Sam said he had tried the pegs on himself and that he now understood the feeling better, that brought a smile to Ann`s face and I knew she would be trying them on him later. He said he had bought some old BDMS videos from a friend at work which he had converted to a DVD and that he had brought it with him, he was not into all the things on them, but he was certain they would interest us and get us ?in the mood.? The DVD`s were soon humming and over the second bottle we, settled down to watch a lively matron having her rump paddled, while strapped kneeling on a chair, I noticed my wife face intent on the film, as next our mature ?victim? was striped with a crop before being taken by the large gentleman who had spanked her, all very predictable.The second film on the disc had the same lady having hot wax dripped onto her breasts by the same chap, while a young lad screwed her quite conventionally, the lady being stretched on some crude form of rack all the while. There was then a short film of the man in the first film sucking on another chap`s cock, and then having a 6/9 to finish. By now Ann was squirming in her seat, obviously she had seen something she fancied.We put another log on the fire and the film changed, this one had the same actress but another location this time a woodland, the chap wielding the cane spoke in this one and was obviously German, he raised some fairly heavy welts across her back before taking a whip to her, then screwing her while she was tied between two trees. The last film, in the same location, was golden shower based, the lady receiving a good overall wetting while d****d over a log, Herman then coming into her waiting mouth in some quantity while another man took her anally.Ann stood, and in silence slid down her tights and panties then lay before the fire on the thick pile rug, she patted the rug at her side and motioned Sam to join her, and you could as they say have heard a pin drop. Thanking him for the flower`s the kind word`s and the DVD`s, she said that the turn on factor had helped considerably, and began to cuddle him to her in a way that left no doubt that he was going to get to screw her here on the rug. Kissing her he began slowly removing her jumper, and then her blouse, skirt and bra in short order, nuzzling his face between her ample breasts, and planting kisses on her lips in a most erotic fashion.By now I was well erect, so I took of my own clothes, as Ann removed Sam`s, she then astounded me by saying if we wanted her to play tonight she wanted Sam and I to play together first! Now I have never had any experience of male on male sex, save a little fumbling at school in the way most boys do, so it came as a shock when she suggested that we had to earn the use of her body tonight. Sam however did not seem fazed by the idea, he quickly took my stiff prick in his hand, and began kissing my nipples, I thought to myself man or woman there is little to choose, go with the flow, so collapsed on the rug beside them and began to fondle Sam. This went on for some time, eventually as a 6/9 position and truth to tell Ann was forgotten for the moment as we went with the fantastic feelings of someone sucking cock. She was not to be left out though and pushed us apart saying she wanted us to each have the other anally and when we had both done so to her satisfaction we could use her in any way we wanted just as long as she was fit for work and we asked first. She produced a tube of KY jelly, proving to me that she must have planned the whole thing. We did just as we were told, Sam kneeling so I could get to his virgin arse, Ann using her hand to position the tip of my very rigid cock at his small puckered brown ring, it took some time to push slowly up into his body but with Ann holding my balls it did not take long for me to fill him with the first climax of the night.I then assumed the position the cold strike of the jell was quickly followed by the head of what felt like a huge hot cock, stretching my tight backside into a fiery ring of pain as Sam struggled to get himself into me, finally it was done the feeling was something I will always remember, as this invader working back and forth deep in my bowels, suddenly there was a hot pulse squirting deep into my body, and a feeling of fullness such as I had never experienced before, Sam collapsing on to my back with Ann her finger deep inside her own cleft, her other hand gently clutching Sam`s balls gasping for air.We collapsed onto the rug, each in his or her, own way satisfied by the climaxes we had had and the new experiences we had enjoyed. More wine, another small log for the fire and Ann thanked us both for fulfilling yet another fantasy, Sam reminded her of the penalty she had promised so she suggested we each make a list of the things we wanted to do and if we didn?t have time this weekend there would be other times, to which news Sam looked overjoyed. I suggested that she also made a list and if we had an entry on any two out of the three lists that scenario would be a priority that idea met with approval all round so pen, and paper appeared and we each began to scribble away. After a few minutes we all swapped papers, each one in its own way as revealing as the next, mine said wax, as I had seen the way Ann had squirmed during the film, golden showers, breast caning, anal, the dog, and spit roast, Sam`s started with a good whipping, golden shower, wax, nipple clamps or pegs, a blow job and breast punishment, and lastly and perhaps the most revealing from Anne came; golden showers, wax, nipple clamps, riding the horse though not this weekend, and being pierced but again not this weekend and being marked as my property though how was not specified. Obviously impractical this weekend was the dog sex thing, and riding the horse was down for Ann`s birthday treat, though rather than explain that scenario to Sam we gave him the link to the story, holiday surprise! That left piercing and marking, which we all decided was something to each think about and raise suggestions next time we talked by phone or e mail.We all had voted for wax, golden showers, breast punishment in one form or another and for Ann to be taken anally while giving a blow job. There were no candles now in the homestead, so wax would have to wait. So, by a short head it was to be breast punishment, golden showers having to wait till tomorrow when we could do it outdoors.Knowing Sam and I liked her to ask for her fun we told her to be specific about how and exactly what she would like done to her breasts, we then left her to write down her precise menu, while both Sam and I went off he to the toilet and me to fetch some coffee and sandwiches while she thought and wrote.She rose as we returned, and went off to relieve her-self and I told her to fetch anything back she thought was needed to fulfil her latest dream or dread. She hardly closed the door when our eager hands sought the single sheet she had left us, in her usual copper plate hand-wrighting the menu started with the reminder she needed to go to work on Monday and we were not to mark her above the cleavage line if we could possibly help it. She was to be secured at the chair, so she could not escape any blows we cared to give, and she was to be fitted with a vibrator which when we had finished with her was to be left on for a further unspecified period. We were to use pegs as nipple clamps but to remove them using a light bamboo cane wielded by each in turn, she expected her nipples to be stinging painfully before we had finished but we were not on this occasion to draw blood or stop until we were happy.She returned, and we finished the coffee and sandwiches not mentioning her ordeal to come. On the table she placed, a pair of slim whippy bamboo cane`s, some pegs her leather wristlets and some cords, her remote egg vibrator and finally a pair of strong support knickers that she normally wore only with her slimmest black dress. She had marked with lipstick her cleavage line which we knew not to go above.Our feast over she rose and stood beside her favourite chair by the table, stepping daintily into the support knickers and allowing Sam to position both them and her egg, he with her help made her comfortable in the knickers securing that egg firmly in place and enjoying the sensuous feelings of doing so with relish. She then presented him her wrists, which soon had the wristlets in place before quietly taking her seat at the table pulling the chair to the very edge of the oval table end. We soon had her hands secured to each arm of the carver chair and a cord round each ankle securing her to the legs of the chair.Her lovely breasts lay supported by the surface of the table now she had ensured she could not back away. Sam stood to her right and I to her left, we each placed a peg on a nipple the I started the egg, that gentle pulsing egg, we waited a moment or two then each struck a breast just below were we saw the cleavage line marked, there followed a rain of light blows, slowly working down each breast towards the nipples each blow just a little harder than the one before. Sam reached his peg first, with a click it flew from the soft teat causing the blood to flow back painfully as the next blow landed, similarly mine soon flew away causing another sharp intake of breath, the whole tip of her breast now a mass of small red lines so we stopped for a second or two and asked her how long did she wish us to continue, she whispered ?till you have had your fill, I can`t stop whatever you wish to do to me can I, I am not in control, that`s half the fun? Sam and I exchanged glance`s, the each began again from the top, this time working on our rigid cocks with our spare hands, I came first, my cum splashing onto her breasts in an ark as I stopped whipping her. Sam however continued for some minutes alternating from breast to breast, until his seed joined mine and he sat down with a satisfied gasp.She sat back. The fire was well burnt down as we sat for some time watching her slowly arriving at her climax, the egg still doing its relentless steady pulse that fetched her to a second climax and then a third as we sat watching in the dying rays of the once bright fire. With a gentle sob she asked for release, and we did just that, all trotting off to our own respective beds. Tomorrow would be another day