14 Days To Redemption

Day 7 ­ Exposure
Jack leaned back, watching his wife Kelli bustle about the kitchen 
preparing their breakfast. Though cramped and seriously out of 
style, the cabin's kitchen contained enough modern applicances 
and cookware to enable her to whip up a nourishing and filling 
meal. They'd need the energy. By his estimation, today's activities 
would be the most intense so far, and given what he'd put his wife 
through, that was saying something. Today also marked the 
halfway point of their 14-day plan. Just seven days left until 
redemption. He hoped they'd both have the strength to see it 
through.
Kelli was reacting well to his conditioning, especially this morning. 
Gliding through the kitchen, she'd often look over for direction or 
approval. He wondered if her newfound docility was the result of 
the pain she received, or the realization that the pleasure was 
worth the pain. Either way, there was no doubt that she wanted 
to continue her journey. And no doubt that she'd do anything to 
please him. 
Just a week ago he wouldn't have been able to imagine his wife 
cooking breakfast for him in the nude. In fact, she'd never even left 
their bedroom clad in anything less than a bathrobe. Getting her to 
feel at ease with her body had been one objective. Getting her to 
explore new areas of sex had been another. Today he was going to 
try and put the two together, using both sensitive and brutal 
means. But he had a small problem. The rage that had sustained 
him, that had pushed him to push her, was rapidly fading. He no 
longer wanted to punish her for her affair. He no longer felt the 
need to teach her a lesson. Worse, his hormones and lust weren't 
making up for the missing rage. His actions, instead, were 
becoming colder and more calculated. And that worried him. Had 
he always had this animal inside him? Was the redemption plan 
just a construct, a fiction his mind had created in order to release 
the animal? He didn't know. But he was afraid he might discover 
the truth.
Kelli's soft, sexy ass beckoned to him. Glowing in the morning sun 
that streamed in through the window, it looked innocent and 
virginal. A far cry from the angry red skin he'd encountered the 
day before, when he'd bent her over for her first ass fucking. Then 
she'd been sitting on a thick dildo for over two hours, while a 
strap-on vibrator kept her in a buzzing state of sexual frustration. 
His first stroke into her virginal asshole had been as tight and 
blissful as the first time he'd bedded her on their honeymoon. He 
could safely say that anal sex would become a regular part of 
their sexual repretoire. The memory of her bent over helpless 
sparked an idea.
"Lay on the table," he ordered as she approached to deliver his 
breakfast. Quickly setting aside the egg-filled plate, Kelli jumped 
on the table and lay down, her legs open and pussy pointed in his 
direction. Reaching for a nearby coil of rope, he spent the next few 
minutes securing her wrists and ankles to the table legs. As he 
moved about she watched him intently, her face a mixture of 
curiousity and dread. He gagged her with a dishtowel, but left her 
eyes uncovered. He wanted her to see and appreciate his efforts. 
As he paused to assess his work, the delicate folds of her exposed 
pussy caught his eye. What better way to check the rope's 
tightness? 
Pulling up a chair, he bent and ran the tip of his tongue over the 
puckered folds, leaving a moist trail that glittered in the sunlight. 
He smiled as she tried unsuccessfully to squirm away from his 
touch, her hips strapped to the table. He kept the touch of his 
tongue light and easy, never parting the skin, only skimming the 
peaks. Despite his delicate touch her odor began to waft up, 
driven by the juices flowing inside. Wrapping his arms around her 
legs he began licking her slit more assertively, the flat of his tongue 
pressing the coral-colored ridges against her skin. He could taste 
her juices now as they welled up through the trembling folds of her 
slit. He slowly worked his tongue into the bottom of her valley, 
parting the crevice to reach the hot, moist skin inside. He savored 
her bitter flavor even as he ran his tongue up her crevice like a 
knife opening an envelope. Wetting his finger, he placed it on the 
puckered rosebud of her anus and pressed hard. After a few 
moments hesitation, her muscles parted to let him enter her sinful 
hole right up to the third knuckle. She gasped and strained at the 
intrusion, settling back only when he resumed licking her molten 
cunt.
He could bring her off, he knew, with just a few touches of tongue 
to clit. He could make her writhe and gasp in the throes of a 
powerful orgasm, right atop their breakfast table. Or he could 
tease and torture her some more. Pulling his mouth from her wet 
and shuddering hole, he blew a steady stream of air on her, the 
cool air making her hotter than ever. She begged him to continue, 
her words lost in the cloth muffling her mouth. Her wide eyes 
pleaded with him but he just laughed at her plight. She had many 
morelevels to ascend before he'd let her cum.
Leaving her cunt untouched for the moment, he grabbed a fork and 
approached her from the side. Once assured that she was 
watching, he placed the fork on her heaving tit and forced the 
nipple between the tines. She struggled hopelessly for a moment, 
mesmerized by the sight of her nipple squeezed between the 
gleaming, cold stainless steel. Working busily, he pressed another 
fork onto her other nipple, fascinated by how quickly the engorged 
flesh mushroomed above the captive tines. Grabbing additional 
cutlery from the table, he pressed two spoons into her cunt, 
opening her hole like a gynecologistıs speculum. After releasing her 
ankles from their bonds, he pushed the handle of a knife deep into 
her anus, before placing assorted other implements all over her 
body. Deciding that such a work of art needed documenting, he 
got the camera from the bedroom and took shot after shot of her 
wife dressed in stainless steel. He even came up with a name for 
his expose: Good enough to eat.
Surprisingly, Kelli appeared to be as turned on by his artistic 
rendition as he was. With every insertion her breathing had 
become more ragged, and every time he moved her breast forks she 
moaned in a desperate, pleading way. The thought of his prudish 
wife enjoying such humiliating treatment stiffened his cock in a 
very exciting way. He could take her right here, right now, and 
sheıd probably welcome the penetration. But he could have her 
inside a building any time; this weekend gave him an opportunity 
to enjoy the great outdoors.
³Get outside and spread your legs for me,² he ordered her 
harshly, quickly releasing her bonds. Out on the deck he had her 
bend over the railing, the sunlight sparkling in her pussy juices just 
as it illuminated the dew on the weeds. Without any hesitation he 
thrust his throbbing meat deep into her cunt, her pussy lips 
slippery as silk. Pumping her hard but at a measured pace, he 
closed his eyes to enjoy every sensation. The hot, wet smoothness 
of her inner cavity. The friction of her pliant skin rubbing against 
his stiff cock. The bounce of her ass against his thighs. The smooth 
curves of her hips in his hands. The pungent smell of their sex 
mingled with the fresh odors of the forest. And the indistinct 
sounds coming from her still muzzled mouth.
He opened his eyes quickly, looking past her subtly muscled back 
to the forest beyond. He felt eyes upon him, yet could distinguish 
nothing among the heavy brown and green shadows dappling the 
forest floor. Kelli had evidently noticed something, though, as she 
now vehemently nodded her head off to the right while urgently 
moaning into her gag. 
There! Jack saw him, a man with a backpack and walking stick no 
more than thirty yards from their cabin, leaning against a giant 
oak. The thought that this man was watching him fuck sent a 
surge of adrenaline through him. So the man wanted to see some 
nature? Heıd show it to him. Pulling his juice-covered cock from 
Kelliıs pussy, Jack pressed her hard against the railing, so that the 
top rung pushed against her stomach and her tits dangled over the 
edge. Grabbing a nearby chair, he pecariously stood atop it and 
aimed his cock at Kelliıs now fully exposed ass hole. Falling more 
than leaning, he thrust the whole of it into her, eliciting a painful 
cry from her that could be understood despite the gag stuffed in 
her mouth. As her hands desperately sought purchase on the rail 
posts, he leaned full down on her and reamed her ass brutally, 
assuring that the man watching would get a spectacular view of 
his cock penetrating her ass. Stimulated by the tightness of her ass 
and the thought of someone watching them, it was only a couple 
of minutes before Jack felt the tightness of an impending cum shot. 
Determined to give the man a good show, he pulled out and 
turned his wife over until she was bent backwards over the deck 
rail, balanced so precariously that her hair nearly touched the 
ground. Standing on the chair and leaning over her, he pumped 
himself vigorously while glancing between the man and his naked, 
sweating, swaying wife. Time seemed to slow as the first spurt of 
cum erupted from his cock, arching through the air to land with a 
splash on his wifeıs bare tits and torso. The second spurt sailed 
even further, much of it wasted fertilizing the ground, though some 
did stream onto her face and chin. The rest he pumped onto her 
smooth stomach and pussy, doing his best leave cum gleaming on 
every inch of her skin. With a smile he nodded at the man, who 
nodded back before striding off, casting only a single backward 
glance at the spunk-spattered woman gasping on the deck.

The excitement of the morningıs events had left both of them 
sapped of energy, so on Jackıs orders they spent much of the day 
lazing about the cabin. He allowed Kelli to wear a pair of lace 
panties and a cropped tank top, though he would occassionally 
reach under the fabric to tweak her nipple or pinch her ass. He 
wasnıt about to let her forget who was in control. 
As they relaxed on the deck chairs, he questioned her about how it 
felt to be observed in such a nasty situation.
³Well, at first I was embarrassed,² she replied, self-consciously 
shifting in her revealing clothing. ³I knew he could see every part 
of me, even myŠmyŠmy pussy. Then, after you slammed into me, 
all that I could think about was how that felt, how it hurt, how 
you filled me up. And when you leaned me over backwards, I was 
just worried that I might fall right over and slide down the hill. I 
was bouncing around so much I couldnıt even see that man. When 
it was over, I felt, I donıt know, kind of excited that someone had 
seen us do that.² She looked over shyly at him. ³Iıd do it again if 
you wanted me to.²
Jack did indeed want to do that again. In fact, heıd been turning it 
over in his mind all afternoon. Sure, he could take her again in 
some public place. But he wanted to push her, and himself, just a 
little bit further. The idea he was crafting was bold and brash, 
plus quite a bit risky, and he wasnıt altogether positive that going 
through with it wouldnıt drive an irreparable wedge between 
them. Still, at the beginning of this odyssey heıd promised that 
heıd be exploring all of his fantasies, and this certainly counted as 
one of them. He looked over at his wife, scantily-clad and 
compliant. The appearance of the stranger had given him a jolt of 
badly-needed creativity. He wasnıt going to let a few doubts get in 
the way of expressing that creativity.
His mind set on the next dayıs activities, he turned back to the 
present. ³I wouldnıt mind getting away from this place. You up 
for a ride?² Of course she was. Sheıd do anything he asked. While 
she changed into a short summer dress and a pair of sandals, he 
grabbed a few goodies from his toy chest. Heıd give her a ride in 
the country that she wouldnıt soon forget.
Once in the car, Jack set out for a small spring heıd found in his 
Hidden Places travel book. He figured itıd take about an hourıs 
drive and a half-hour walk to reach their destination. Plenty of 
time to have a little travelling fun.
³How about a little driving game?² he asked, smiling at her 
puzzled look. Reaching over, he pulled the bottom of her dress up, 
pleased that sheıd followed his directions and left her panties at 
home. With her slit suitably bare, he pulled out one of the toys 
from his bag and dropped it in her lap. ³I think you know what to 
do with this.² Fortunately, they were on a straightaway, and he 
was able to fully enjoy watching her slip the thick, knobby 
vibrator deep inside her cunt, leaving only a wire that led to the 
control pad in his lap. 
³Hereıs how the game is going to work. Itıs a test of how 
observant you are. Iım going to ask you questions about things we 
see on the drive. This control has ten positions, going from a faint 
buzz to a pounding fuck. For every question you get right, weıll go 
down a step. For every question you get wrong, weıll go up a step. 
Along the way, weıll have some bonus questions, like Double 
Jeopardy. So you can win or lose more than one step at a time. 
Understand the rules? Good. Hereıs the first question. Whatıs the 
address of the cabin?²
³Ummm. 2657?² Kelli guessed.
³Ummm. Wrong. Itıs 3636. That puts you at level one.² He 
watched closely as she shifted in her seat, a faint humming 
eminating from between her legs. ³Next question. What color was 
the mailbox?² 
He could tell she was guessing again when she answered, ³Black.² 
³Not so good. Itıs red. You really need to be more observant,² he 
cautioned, thumbing the control up to number two. As the buzzing 
sound increased noticeably, he wondered what number ten would 
sound and feel like. A jackhammer, maybe? 
Two wrong, a right, and a wrong answer later, the control sat on 
four, and Kelli reported that instead of buzzing, the vibrator was 
now pulsing inside her. Unfortunately for her, the road they now 
traveled had few features to test her powers of observation; just 
trees and more trees. Although it appeared that Kelli was enjoying 
the stimulation so far, he knew that after a while it would become 
more torture than pleasure. Thatıs when sheıd be begging for relief. 
After missing questions on the color of a tractor and the kind of 
crop growing in a field, the whole front seat was thumping from 
the vibrations passing through her body. Time to make things a 
little more interesting. ³OK, hereıs a special question for you. Get 
it right, and Iıll turn the control down to four. Get it wrong, and Iıll 
leave the control where it is, but add a special punishment to your 
plate. You get to decide. Do you want to answer this question or 
not?²
He watched her squirm in her seat as she considered. The vibrator 
had to be getting uncomfortable, especially since it was so far 
inside her; her clit wouldnıt be getting any direct stimulation. But 
heıd left the alternative open, and she didnıt know how far he 
would go in a car on the open road. 
³Iıll answer the question,² she said, seeming to steel herself for the 
consequences. 
³OK. The stranger who watched us this morning was carrying 
something. What was it?² He immediately began humming the 
teapot theme to Jeopardy, indicating that she had just 30 seconds 
to come up with an answer.
She took every second of it before offering, ³A backpack?² 
³Sorry, but you are wrong,² he replied in his best Alex Trebeck 
voice. ³The stranger who watched us fuck was carrying a walking 
stick. And now for your prize.² He reached into the bag and 
pulled out two nipple clamps and two lengths of chain. ³Attach 
these to each of your nipples, nice and tight. Now attach this 
chain to each clamp. Clip this longer chain to the one between 
your tits. And now Iıll attach this to the steering wheel, like so.² 
He looked with pride on his creation. Now, every time he turned 
the wheel, no matter how slightly, the chain would pull on one or 
both of her nips. And if he had to make a big turn, like the one he 
knew would be coming up, sheıd have to lean against the wheel to 
avoid having her tits pulled off. He strummed the chain, watching 
her wince. With the double stimulation, she was definitely on the 
edge of orgasm. And he aimed to keep her there.
By the time theyıd reached the trail to the spring, the controller 
had been amped up to 7, and his clamp system had twisted her 
nipples so much they were swollen. Yet despite all that 
stimulation, she still hadnıt orgasmed. Or, at least, hadnıt done so 
with the ferocity that Jack had been expecting. After carefully 
parking the car in the corner of the small lot, he turned to her and 
said simply, ³Beg for it.²
Nearly sobbing, her heartbreaking pleading shocked him, the 
words pouring from her in a torrent that almost matched the flood 
of juices coming from between her legs. Her promises to do 
anything he asked made him smile; of course she would. He shook 
his head in wonder at her passionate use of so-called ³dirty 
words² that she wouldnıt have been caught dead using just a few 
weeks ago. Only when she put some action to the promises, 
throwing herself on the floor of the car and kissing his shoes, did 
he allow himself to be moved by her pleas. Carefully removing the 
clamps, he ordered her onto his lap and bent to suckle each 
tortured tit, cranking up the controller as he moved from one 
breast to the other. Her moans gathering like storm clouds, she 
ground her ass into his lap, massaging his dick into a devestating 
state of hardness. At number nine the vibrator felt as though it 
were buzzing, rolling and shaking, all at the same time. With Kelli 
now panting like a long distance runner, eyes wild and hair 
plastered to her back, he fumbled for the control and finally 
brought the control to ten. A startlingly loud clacking filled the car 
as the vibrator literally pistoned deeper into her cunt, simulating 
exactly the way he would be fucking her if he could get his pants 
undone. 
As the machine rattled around in her cunt, Kelli began keening in a 
ghostly yet ghastly way, the sound raising the hairs on the back of 
his neck. Suddenly, she howled like an animal in pain, the sound 
quickly tapering off into a sobbing, heaving mewl. She collapsed 
onto him, a sweating, quivering mass of finely tuned, finely 
tormented flesh. He quickly dialed down the vibrator and gently 
removed it from her pussy, not wanting her to get hurt now that 
all of her juices had seemingly dripped from her slit. 
Only then did he look out the window to see two pairs of eyes 
staring right back at him. A guy, college-age, and his presumed 
girlfriend, were watching him with what could only be described 
as awe in their eyes. They thought Š what? They obviously didnıt 
know about the vibrator, and so thought that heıd brought Kelli to 
such an outrageous state of excitement. Well, he wasnıt about to 
dissuade them of that belief. After returning their quick thumbs up 
with one of his own, he turned his attention back to his wife. 
Sheıd just performed another public sex act, whether she realized 
it or not.