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A Midwinter's Night Fantasy
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
TALE OF A BORED HOUSEWIFE
CHAPTER I (PT 1)
It was a cool gray, November afternoon. I was walking down
the quiet, suburban street I lived on, on the way to Gloria's
house. It was fairly windy, a gust whipped up and I had to
reach down to hold my skirt. I suppose my modesty wasn't really
in jeopardy but the skirt was considerably shorter than what I
was accustomed to wearing.
Gloria had asked me to assist her with a party she was
throwing for Dave's boss. He had just started a new job she
really wanted to impress him. Part of his new responsibilities
included entertaining customers. She was going to hire several
college girls to serve food and drinks but she suggested that
maybe I would want to help and in return she would forget the
$65.00 I had borrowed earlier that month. I readily agreed, the
party sounded like fun. Gloria thought about renting maids
uniforms for us but decided against it, she then asked us to all
wear matching skirts
and blouses. She had called me earlier in the week and told me that mine
was almost ready, I had gone over to her place to try the skirt on. I
was uncomfortable with how short it was but she laughed it off, reminding
me that I was about 20 years behind the times. I didn't want to appear
too prudish, I didn't know any of these people and wouldn't be the only
one dressed like this, besides it was no worse than what many other women
were wearing these days; so I agreed to wear it. I had to admit the
outfit didn't look too bad on me, a red and black checked skirt, white
blouse, red scarf, black high heels and suntan panty hose. It may have
looked all right but it wasn't designed to protect me from the November
gusts I shivered and hurried along the sidewalk.
Gloria met me at the door, she laughed and asked me if it was going to
snow. We stood on the porch and discussed the overcast weather for a
moment, until she noticed me shivering. We stepped inside to begin
preparations for the evening. Gloria was busy on the phone so I did most
of the straightening up, setting up the buffet, etc. About 5:00, a pretty
young girl came to the door wearing the same outfit I was in. We
introduced each other; Paula was to help me serve. She seemed nice, pert,
maybe a little impertinent but friendly enough and I had to admit in that
outfit with her figure, she looked smashing. She told me she was a 19
year old student at a nearby JC. I said goodbye to Pete and Chris,
Gloria's kids, 16 and 14 respectively. They were going to their own party
that night, so they wouldn't be disturbed by ours. They were actually the
reason for my friendship with Gloria; Chris was my daughter karen's best
friend. And Pete was Karen's boyfriend. He had always scared me, I
thought he might be too "mature" for her, but what could I do?
Gloria came down about 7:30. Dave had just gotten home and the guests
had just started arriving. Mostly couples, mid twenties to early forties,
they were quite well dressed. There were about 25 people in all,
including Paula and I. I was introduced to most of the guests and was
flattered by the interest all took in me although a little uncomfortable.
The women were less friendly, maybe even condescending.
It seems that Gloria had mentioned something about me to most of them. I
was involved in putting away the guests' coats and serving drinks. At
one point I walked by the kitchen and heard Gloria on the phone.
Something caught my attention and I froze, listening to the
conversation......"36 years old, married, 3 kids, 5'6", 120lbs, green
eyes, brown hair, has no idea what's going on. This bitch has never even
thought about anyone other than her husband."
At that the party on the other end must have said something, for Gloria
was silent. I was dumbfounded, she couldn't be talking about me??
About this time she looked up and noticed me standing there. She
looked startled but recovered well, "what are you doing? Dammit Joan this
is personal I'd appreciate it if"........I turned and went back into the
living room; the incident seemed strange but I really didn't think it was
important, I could confront her later. I didn't think she really had
been talking about me.
I went into the living room, it was quite large, with a fireplace
in the center. They had used furniture to divide it into two "rooms"; a
family room and a more formal living room. I went to the buffet table
set up in the ajoining dining room and started helping Paula serve.
Occasionally one of us would carry around a tray of drinks. I began to
feel slightly uncomfortable, out of place. There was an air of
excitement in the room but whenever I got near enough to a group to hear
or join in the conversation it seemed to die; sudden pauses, pregnant
silences etc. This happened several times and I was wondering what was
going on. Paula seemed to fit right in though. When she brought around
a tray I saw her laughing with the main group. One of the men put his
arm around in a manner that suggested they had not just met. Several of
them including Paula looked over in my direction as if appraising me,
then Paula returned and offered to relieve me for a while. This went on
until about 9:30.
Dave came over and took my arm, "there's someone I want you to
meet". He introduced me to Craig, his boss, and Phil, Gloria's brother.
Both men seemed seriously interested in my life, my family, job etc. and
were really probing me for details. This seemed strange too but a
welcome relief from the alienation I had been feeling up to this point.
I took a glass of wine and began to loosen up.
About half an hour later Gloria gathered all the guests back into the
living room, saying "it's time folks". Everyone seemed quite excited at
this and I wondered, "what in the world".........I was on my 2nd glass of
wine, (I never drink), and slightly lightheaded. Phil gently took it out
of my hands, took my arm firmly and guided me to the living room. The
chairs and couches had been rearranged in a semi circle in front of the
fireplace. In the center a long low coffee table had been placed. The
guests were seated or standing around the table. Phil guided me to the
front, I was confused but held his arm. Gloria stood in front of the
table facing everyone.
"This is something I have been looking forward to for a while. Joan
has been interested in Indian rights for some time. She doesn't know it
but tonight she is going to help collect money for the cause". There was
a general outbreak of laughter at that. I decided that I would prefer to
be standing in the back and started to move but found my arms suddenly
grabbed. I froze. "Bring her up here", Gloria commanded. Paula and Jan
(a friend of mine from Garden Club) each took one arm and pulled me up on
the coffee table, I resisted but not too hard, not knowing what was
coming. I was turned so that I faced the group, my arms still held, and
my hair wrapped around Paula's hand, she forced my head so I had to face
the group.
Gloria smiled at me and told me to relax, "this won't be
too bad we're just going to auction off some clothing". The room erupted
with laughter. I was numb, too shocked to scream. Gloria stood next to
the table "what do I hear for her scarf?"; some one offered $1.00,
another $2.00, the bidding went up to $5.00. At that time Gloria
accepted the bid, and reached for me, ripping the scarf from around my
neck. I screamed, a hand was clamped around my face. The scarf was
forced down my throat and with my arms held I couldn't get it out.
People started to sit down, they all appeared to know what was going to
happen. "Next up, her blouse", There was some cursory bidding, Gloria
backed up close to the table, I saw the opportunity and tried to kick
her. That was a mistake. Phil and Craig grabbed both legs. They each
took hold of an ankle. In addition they rubbed their hands up and down
my thighs and up under my skirt, much to the amusement of the other
guests. I was sobbing in my humiliation but there was no escape.
After a little more bidding my blouse was removed. Phil won the
bidding and took it off himself. They bent me over a little so that his
face was level with mine. He reached out and ripped my blouse down the
front, he jerked my arms out, I tried to cover up but Jan twisted my arm
until I gagged. I relaxed and they straightened me back up. I was held
there, up on the table with just my bra on. I went blank for a moment,
the only other man who had ever seen me like this was Tom......... I
never in my worst dreams imagined this could ever happen. Paula fingered
a gold chain I was wearing. It had a diamond pendant. Tom had given it
to me for our 12th wedding anniversary. It was sold for $5.00. It was
ripped off my neck, the chain breaking at the clasp, and ripping my
neck. Gloria told Paula to hold up my ring finger so my wedding band
could be examined, "she won't be needing that tonight". It went for a
few dollars. I was still kind of in shock, I was sobbing but was still
unbelieving. These things really don't happen. Again Gloria stepped
up. She reached out and snapped the strap on my bra. "What do I hear
for this fine Maiden Form Brassiere?".... The other guests all laughed
at her sarcasm, they talked among themselves but most of the attention
was riveted on me. The bidding went on. My bra was sold for $20.00.
Gloria didn't make any move to remove it though, I was shaking like a
leaf, what next? "Whoever correctly guesses what size this item of
clothing is shall have the privilege of removing it, however an incorrect
guess costs $5.00". She reached back and looked at the tag and laughed,
"not bad, who's your plastic surgeon?". I was turned and poked by
several guys "so they could have a fightin' chance of guessing right".
Several people tried guessing, on the third guess Steve's wife Marie said
36D, and Gloria smiled...."we have a winner". Marie "graciously allowed"
Steve to remove the bra. He took his time. He poked, rubbed and fondled
me to the delight of the crowd for about five minutes. I had lost
control by then, sobbing hysterically. Finally He removed it, and his
hands.
I had noticed earlier that several people had brought camera's with
them, now it appeared that everyone had. I was turned and twisted to
pose for these people, my hair practically ripped out of my head to force
me to look into the cameras. Paula reached down, still holding one arm
and ripped my skirt up to my waist, flashbulbs popped. They didn't
bother with the formality of auctioning my skirt, it disappeared in a
frenzy. I passed out.
TALE OF A BORED HOUSEWIFE
CHAPTER I (PT 2)
When I awoke I was spreadeagled on my back on the coffee table, feet
tied, each to a leg, arms held back over my head by Paula and Jan, and
was surrounded by the guests, Gloria was slapping my face. When I opened
my eyes she smiled "she's ready now" Craig was standing at my feet. His
wife ritualistically unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them down. She
caressed his penis but it was throbbing, he didn't need much help. When
he entered me it was rough. I screamed into the gag and everyone broke
into hysterical laughter. Craig even stopped and smiled, but not for
long. He had intercourse with me more roughly than I ever imagined
possible. Each stroke seemed to burn itself into my insides. I looked
up once into his eyes and saw a terrible fury there. When he was done He
pulled out and stood up, He moved to the head of the table and stood
over me his penis dripping into my face. He put one foot on the table
next to my face and motioned Paula and Jan to pose on either side of him
like a champion race car driver being congratulated after a victory while
his wife took several snapshots. They also each put a leg up on the
table, their nyloned legs flanking him as Marion took the shots. I tried
to cover up, Jan grabbed an arm and I was jerked back into a helpless
position. After Craig, the other men began taking turns on me. They
blanked into one another I was only semi-aware when one was done and
another started.
Again I blacked out. I was thinking about Tom and Karen my 14 year
old, (and Pete's girlfriend). I imagined myself with them on the beach
during our last vacation. I was warm and comfortable. In my dream I was
warm and comfortable, I thought I saw my son coming towards me with a
cold coke. He threatened to pour it on me.
I awoke with a start to look up into Steve's face as he rubbed a cold
bottle of beer against my crotch. Things were quieter, the lights had
been turned off in this end of the room, there were several candles lit.
I was no longer gagged nor held down. Steve helped untie my ankles and
his wife Marie gently guided me to a couch. I noticed that most of the
guests were gone, there were several couples sitting at the other end of
the room talking with Gloria and Dave but they paid us no attention.
Marie helped me gather my shoes, panty hose, bra and what was left of my
blouse. My panties were nowhere to be found. I put on my panty hose and
with Marie's help my shoes and skirt. Steve was still holding my blouse
and bra. Gloria noticed something and walked down to our end of the
room. "Steve let me help you with that stuff, It's not fit for Joan to
wear anymore so let's just chuck it". With that Steve frowned but handed
her the clothing and she tossed it into the fireplace where it
disappearred in a temporary resurgence of the dying fire.
Marie and Steve both looked a little sympathetic, they sat on the
couch on either side of me. They were both quite gentle, and after the
last hours I clung to that. The room was warm but I was still shaking
uncontrollably. Steve held me to stop my shaking. For the first time I
could remember I stopped sobbing. I didn't resist when Steve cupped one
breast. He was gentle and I felt a little safer being held. Marie spoke
up. "I saved your wedding ring for you, want it back? Of course, ....
listen though Steve has a fantasy about this, would you be willing to
help him live it? It's a lot easier than what you've already been
through tonight". I nodded agreement silently. I knew I had no choice
and I was more comfortable here than I would have been if Gloria noticed
me again. And they were so kind, I wanted to preserve that desparately.
Steve reached for my hand and held it while Marie slipped the ring on
my ring finger. Steve unzipped his pants and motioned for me to pull his
member out. I hesitated but when Marie started to move I reached for
it. I took it out, It was hard almost immediately. Marie guided me to
the floor in front of Steve where I knelt. She pushed my Face down into
his crotch and I understood I was to take it in my mouth. I gagged but
did it. After a few moments she pulled my head back and told me that if
I wanted to I could just use my hand but I would have to let him come in
my face. Dumbly I cooperated. I was in a kind of shock. Everytime I
tried to use my right hand she stopped me, I was to only use my left.
When he came he spurted in my face and on my hand which went up to
protect my eyes. He came a lot, it was warm and felt smooth against my
skin.
Flashbulbs popped. I looked left and there were Paula and Gloria
both recording this moment for posterity. Me topless, on my knees,
Steve's cock in my face and cum dripping off my face and hand (later I
was to learn that it was dripping off my ring, that was the object of the
exercise). When Steve finished cumming, Marie wiped his cock off with my
other hand and replaced it in his pants. They both got up as if I wasn't
even there and joined the other group. I heard a long burst of
hysterical laughter. Gloria spoke up as they left. "Get on your feet
and bring us some wine, and see if anyone wants any dessert." I
complied, it didn't seem like there was anything else to do at the time.
It was about 2:00 AM by then. I served dessert and a little wine to
the remaining guests. I was directed to again remove my skirt and kneel
on the floor under the lamp where they could all see me, until I was
needed. I complied. I tried not to look into anyones' eyes, I was
sobbing again but afraid of making too much noise. At one point Gloria
got up and threw my skirt into the fire, she also grabbed the arm that I
was using to cover my breasts and jerked away. "Don't you dare cover
up". After that they mostly ignored me in the conversation but would
occasionally give me a look of disgust to insure I was aware of my
condition.
For awhile I knelt there, leaning back fully exposing my breasts to
avoid Gloria's wrath. I was thinking back through my entire
relationship with Gloria and Dave. I had never seen anything remotely
comparing to their treatment of me tonight. I had felt that Gloria was
occasionally unnecessarily snippish with me, even rude, but she had
always seemed to be a fairly reliable friend. I had confided in her
about marital problems etc. and she in me. Her cruelty shocked me as did
her blatant enjoyment of my subjugation. I thought about Jan. She had
always been a good friend. She was what men call a doll, small,
excellent figure, pretty face, dark complexion, attracted men like flies
but seemed to ignore them.
Tonight she was acting extremely provocative, enjoying egging the men
on, and directing their energies towards me. She also enjoyed my
subjugation. I never even imagined that she could act like this.
About 3:30 Paula got up to leave and Gloria told me to help her with
her coat. Standing there in the hallway Paula smiled and cruelly
told me that "I have really enjoyed the evening, haven't you?" She
laughed and told me that she had made a deal with Gloria, and I was the
deal. I would be hearing from her later in the week, and if I valued my
family I would cooperate. She pulled my necklace out of her pocket and
told me she would get it fixed. Maybe I could borrow it sometime....with
that she stepped out the door and I was left alone in the hallway. Dave
came out and guided me to the basement, he pointed to a pile of blankets
and said Gloria would be down in the morning. I heard that door shut and
the lock click into place. Alone in the dark, I sobbed myself through
the night but didn't sleep. I relived the experience countless times.
Was it real? Why? Why? Why? How could I face the people I knew. How
could I face Gloria and Dave, and the others I knew I might see again?
About 12 hours later The door opened and the bright light caused me
to squint in pain. Gloria came down carrying some clothing which she
dumped at my feet. "Get up!! Joan I'm not going to waste time with
unnecessary threats. Suffice to say that I have affidavits from everyone
who was here last night that you got drunk and made a fool of yourself.
You made passes at every man and when they were done you were begging for
more. I have pictures that would ruin your marriage for ever. And
finally if you don't want me to include Karen in our next Soiree, you
will do as you are told. I do require you to sign two papers and then I
am going to let you go. I know you won't be stupid enough to fight this
but just in case."
I looked at the papers. One said something to the effect that I had
agreed to "sell my body" for $65.00. I agreed to serve as the
entertainment at an "adult" party with the understanding that providing
sexual favors would be part of the deal. She had me write my age, name,
and measurements on the form in my own handwriting. She also had me
write that I would gladly perform fellatio and have intercourse with
whosoever desired at this party. And that I understood that although
such an agreement was illegal it would suffice to prove the
voluntariness of any sexual activety. I managed to maintain my composure
and although I shook, I wrote what she wanted. After I had written what
she had originally ordered, she smiled and said let's improve this,
"write that you are married and you know Tom your husband would die if he
knew what you had done, so you asked your husband to leave you alone for
the weekend." Finally she had me write a note to Tom on the back of the
contract. "Tom I decided to see what the rest of the world was like. I
enjoyed what the 11 guys at that party did to me. Ask Gloria for some
snapshots." I complied. Gloria told me she was sure that she would
never have to use this paper.
The other form was a model release which covered the entire night. It
specifically mentioned that the photos were nude, I had posed voluntarily
and that I assigned to Gloria the rights to do what she desired with them
including publication. The total helplessness of the situation got to
me. I broke into tears. "Joan if you don't sign this in about 3 seconds
you will lose the chance and I will have to protect myself in a less
genteel fashion". I wasn't sure what she meant but decided that I had
nothing to lose by signing the forms. I did and she left. Strangely she
looked at me with almost friendliness in her eyes and said gently, "Joan
things have changed, but you're going to be all right. If you continue
to do what you're told, we will take care of you." As she climbed the
stairs out of the basement she left the basement door open and opened the
back door of her home. I was looking directly outside.
I stepped out of the light and dressed. She had chosen the clothes
to humiliate me. There was no bra or panties, the sweater was her
daughters, and about 3 sizes too small. The shoes were mine, the
pantyhose mine (it had been washed) but the skirt was again Chris'. In
addition to being too tight it was so short I was afraid to walk, if I
took too long a step I felt I would be exposing myself to the world. But
I did put it on and stepped out the door to freedom.
Walking down the street to my home I reflected on the evening. And
Gloria's cryptic final remarks, she couldn't think she could do this to
me again? I looked down at what I was wearing and realized that she
might be able to do what she wanted. That was a chilling thought. I
knew I could never go to the police. There was a real possibility that
even if they believed my story, that Gloria could indeed ruin my life and
my families'. I passed by a moving van, people were just moving into the
home. Three guys stood on the steps. I heard a loud whistle, and
another. Realizing they were for me I smiled involuntarily but stepped
up my pace. I felt embarrassed but flattered. I looked up into the
November sky. It was the deepest blue and the brightest sunlight that I
had seen in a long time................
TALE OF A BORED HOUSEWIFE
CHAPTER II (PT 1)
I had spent the rest of that weekend in a daze. Saturday afternoon
when I got home, I immediately took off the clothes Gloria had sent me
away in, and threw them into the garbage in the garage. I tried to
sleep. Although I had not slept in a day and a half, I was still to
upset. I wandered around the house, but couldn't seem to sit down.
About 6:30 I ran some water for a bath. As I lay there I began to
relax. When I moved I realized how sore I was. I think it was than that
the shock wore off and the full import of what had happened hit me. I
had been raped, not just raped but gang-raped. Not by strangers in some
alley, but by friends, and neighbors, less than two blocks from my home.
Not knowing where to turn, or what to do I moved from the tub to my bed
and eventually drifted off to sleep.
When I woke up Sunday I was still in kind of a funk. It was a cold
clear day and I forced myself to clean up around the house, etc. in
preparation for my families return from Tom's parents. I thought about
friday night. That was the first time I had had sex with anyone other
than my husband. I was ashamed to admit it but the worst part was the
humiliation. The sex with the men had been degrading but ..............
When Tom and the kids got there I tried to act cheerful and welcome them
back. Karen immediately stated that she was going to run over to see
Pete. I lost control. I yelled at her, told her that she was not going
anywhere. Everyone stared at me, Karen looked shocked but said nothing.
Tom took me aside and asked me if I was allright. I said yes, there was
nothing wrong. He went over to Karen and told her to wait until after
dinner to leave. While she was gone I was scared silly. What would she
find out over there? I did not know at the time if Pete or Chris knew
what had happened to me, it was so crazy I did not know what to think.
The next few days went slowly. Tom repeatedly asked me what was
wrong but I could not tell him. He could never understand. I know I was
acting strangely but could not help myself. We tried to make love
several times. Each time Tom would try to approach me I kept thinking
about that Friday night. The one time we did make love I remember
comparing his lovemaking to Craig's brutal intercourse. I didn't enjoy
Tom that night at all. It was so cold so dispassionate, I think Tom
finally got the message. 10 days later, about 7:00 one night I came down
stairs and heard people talking in the living room. "What happened last
weekend, she hasn't been the same since?" There was an edge on Tom's
voice when he spoke. "She seemed all right Friday night when she left".
That was Dave speaking, Gloria spoke up. "Steve and Marie Daniels left
with her, they were going to drop her off since it was pretty late. I
talked to Marie last week and she didn't mention anything". "Why don't
we all get together Saturday? Maybe she's just depressed and a little
get together will cheer her up." Tom agreed that that might be a good
idea. Gloria mentioned that she would try and invite a few other people
and would talk to Tom later in the week to set it up. I realized that if
someone saw me standing here they would notice that I had been
eavesdropping. I went on down into the living room. Gloria and Dave
were there with Tom. Gloria smiled warmly and mentioned that since she
hadn't heard from me in a while they thought they would stop by. I
mumbled hello, and sat next to Tom. We sat and talked for about 45
minutes. Everything seemed so, so...normal. After they left I wondered
if that night had really happened. I wanted to forget and they acted as
if nothing had changed.
I tried to talk Tom out of going but he was adament. Saturday
morning came and I saw that I had no choice. I pretended to be sick, and
that was not far from the truth but the kids were eager to leave and Tom
seemed intent on dragging me there. I put on some jeans and a blouse and
we left to walk over there. As we walked down the street I took stock of
my family. Tom was 36, a fairly successful attorney and his practice was
just beginning to come into its own. After some hard years it looked
like he was in the process of becoming one of the most prominent local
attorneys. He was 5'10", 175 lbs and stayed in great shape. I was
extremely proud of him. When I married him I had misgivings. He was a
wonderful person, extremely dependable and I knew he could take care of
me but he was a little to staid, to damn dependable. I realized as I
looked at him that I had made the right choice. I cared for him deeply
and he was a wonderful husband and father. I looked at Karen my 14 year
old. She was a sophmore in high school, well behaved and normally easy
to handle. Many of my friends envied me because Karen and I seemed to
have so few problems. Her figure had been developing faster than I
wanted to see though, I worried about her. She went out with Pete,
Gloria's 16 year old and I felt that he was to wild for he. Scott my 12
year old was skinny as a beanpole, a little awkward but he was moving out
of the awkward stage and I was quite proud of him. Linda our youngest
was 11, she was a little monster, I loved her dearly though, she was my
favorite. Tom accused me of spoiling her. All in all I was extremely
proud of my family.
I looked up and saw that we had almost reached Gloria's house. I was
a little nervous but Tom had told me that we could leave after a little
if I still didn't feel better. If he only knew!!! Dave met us at the
door. Behind him stood Mona who had been Karen and Scott's 5th grade
teacher. I heard voices in the living room and I saw Phil, Gloria's
brother and a young women I didn't know. While Dave introduced me to
Phil and his date (Denise) Mona took Tom off to the side and they
appeared to be engaged in an earnest discussion. The kids disappeared
upstairs. I realized that I was the only woman not wearing a skirt or a
dress. Gloria came out of the kitchen, welcomed us and asked if Mona or
I could give her a hand in the kitchen for a moment. Mona grabbed my
hand and almost dragged me into the kitchen. Once there she placed her
hand over my mouth while Gloria picked up a cup of some bright red sauce
and splashed it on my white blouse. Gloria spoke loudly, "I'm terribly
sorry". She went on for a moment while Mona relaxed her grip but kept a
hand on my arm and quietly said. "Cooperate with me Joan and today will
be fairly easy for you." Before I could answer Mona pulled me out of the
kitchen, I tried to look embarrassed, not scared. I knew somehow that
that was how they wanted me to act while Gloria announced how clumsy she
was. Mona offered to take me home to change clothes, while Gloria
continued to act sympathetic and apologize. The show was clearly for
Tom's benefit. I understood from the pressure of Mona's fingers that I
was to accept her offer. I did.
She drove me the 2 blocks to my home silently. I asked her what was
going on, for a moment I was outraged but when she offered to take me
back and allow Gloria to tell Tom what I had really done 2 weeks earlier
I became a little scared (terrified) and went along with her. She pulled
up into my driveway, I got out and begain walking towards the back door.
She stopped me. "When you enter a home alone you will use the back door,
when you are with someone else, you will ensure that they at least use
the front". I
looked at her as if to ask what in the world but thought better of it. She
went up the stairs and straight into my bedroom. I watched her as she went
through my closet. She was tall about 5'8", blonde hair, blue eyes, single
and about 31 or 32 years old. She had a good body and as I remembered she
had always liked to flaunt it. She was wearing a long black skirt, but it
was slit to mid thigh. I had seen when we had walked into Gloria's home that
Tom had noticed her. I had felt a tinge of jealousy.
After going through my closet for a moment she turned to me and told me
to get out all my skirts, pumps or heels, tan or flesh covered panty hose,
and sweaters. She would choose what I was to wear. I complied with her
demand. As I bent down to get out my shoes I bumped into her. She grabbed
my hair and slapped my twice across the face. She didn't hit me hard but I
was shocked. Tears rolled down my face. "Hurry up, if we don't get back in
a few minutes Gloria will be getting out the picture album she created for
you last week and showing Tom and your kids what a good show you put on."
After I had lain everything out she picked out 2 pair of shoes, plain black
pumps and plain white ones, several pair of panty hose and a sweater. She
made me try on several skirts. Finally she made me put on the black pumps,
panty hose, a knee length black skirt and a red turtle neck. She put several
skirts, the white pumps and some panty hose into a shopping bag. As she
turned to go almost as an afterthought she told me to show her what kind of
sweaters Karen had. She picked out a sweater that I had given Karen for her
birthday, a beautiful white angora sweater. She placed that in her shopping
bag and we left.
When we got back they were all sitting down to dinner. Gloria sat Tom
down at one table and Mona quickly grabbed the empty seat to his right. I
felt Phil's hand guide me to a seat at the other table. I looked over at
Tom, he smiled at me and started to say something. Right about then Mona
placed her hand on his arm and he turned to talk to her. I sat down between
Phil and Denise. I wasn't very hungry. I picked at my food. Phil tried to
make small talk and so did Denise. About halfway through the dinner I felt
Phil's hand on my leg. He started at the knee and slid his hand between my
skirt and leg. While smiling at my daughter and asking her about a party she
had gone to with Pete he fondled my thigh up to my panties. We both acted as
if nothing was happening. Denise looked at him and in a very sotto voice,
told him to "leave her alone,......for now" they both laughed at that and
after that they pretty much ignored me.
After dinner Gloria grabbed me and guided me into the kitchen. I could
hear Tom talking to Phil and Mona just outside the door. She told me that
Dave had something to show me. He came up from the basement and motioned for
me to follow him down. I went down behind him, upstairs I could hear the
voices of the others. He took me to the corner where I had spent the night 2
weeks earlier. There was a blanket covering one wall. He removed it,
underneath there were dozens of pictures. They were all of me, in the
various stages of undress that I had been forced to parade around in that
night. In the center there was a large color photo of me, topless, on my
knees, with my left hand around an erect penis, no more than 3 inches from my
face. Cum was dripping off my face and hand. My wedding ring could be
clearly seen underneath. It looked as if I was smiling. Next to that one
there was a shot of me wearing panties, pantyhose, black heels, and nothing
else. I was kneeling in the living room while 6 or 7 people sat on the
couches ignoring me. "Joan if you will cooperate today we won't show these
pictures to Tom. If at any time you cause any trouble though, he will get
the same tour that you received." Numbly I turned away. I started to cry.
"If he sees something is wrong, we will have to assume you are not
cooperating. I will leave you alone here for a few moments but we will be
expecting you upstairs." He smiled at me, and reached down and raised my
skirt. He looked at my legs for a moment, as if to show me that he had that
power. He dropped my skirt and left the basement without speaking again.
After several minutes I turned and walked up the stairs.
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