Conservatives and April Fools

This is a short story about the time my wife was feeling so turned on during a car journey, that she had to finger herself to orgasm sitting next to me whilst I drove. It all happened just a few weeks ago and I really need to tell you about it. It was Saturday and my wife, Tracy, and I had travelled about 30 miles to go to the wedding of a friend of hers. The wedding was just like every other wedding and the reception was okay. We were sat at a table with two other couples, who were friendly and good company. Tracy danced a bit but I don't like dancing, so I just sat and watched. I couldn't drink as I had to drive us home, so I wasn't particularly enjoying myself. Anyway, the table had a fairly long tablecloth on it and when Tracy returned to sit next to me, I took the opportunity to feel her thigh. The room lights were quite low and the tablecloth would hopefully conceal what I was doing. Tracy was wearing an electric blue party dress which was quite short. She does not

"Damn it Damon. When I tell you to do something I expect you to do it without complaining. I have a good mind to spank your ass again." "But honey, I wasn't complaining. I was just..." "Shut the fuck up and do it." Sighing, I went back to the bathroom and prepared to shave my entire body. My wife (who shall still remain nameless) expects to get laid tonight by our neighbor's lover. But that is only going to happen if I suck his cock first. He insisted on the husbands complete surrender. Now I was never a homophobe but I never had the thought that I'd be kneeling in front of a black man and asking if I could suck his cock. Not until now anyway. Our boring marriage had become one that was quickly changing from a mutual partnership to a female led relationship. Some of the changes were a turn on, others, not so much. My wife had been working on me all week. She has denied me orgasms but has dressed provocatively as her new BFF Cindy recommended.

At five in the evening, he arrived at the steps of City Hall as promised. Driving there, he saw the crowds get thicker as he neared the steps. The gawkers had come as he knew they would. He got out of the black sedan and saw her at the top of the steps. She was, as always, dripping with sexual energy, wearing a tight black latex dress that zippered up the front and black heels. Her fit, but curvy body straining the stitching of the dress. Her long blonde hair was done up in a tight bun and in her right hand she held a riding crop. He closed the door, looked up at her and silently climbed the stairs wearing the costume that had come to define identity, a suit of form-fitting elasticized chain mail. With every step, he felt more dread. He had been defeated. He would sacrifice his himself for the city, but he didn't know if she would hold up her end of the bargain. For him though, there was no choice, she held all the cards. "I am here, as promised," he said as he reach th

The cleaning was agonizing, her insides full to bursting, the toys pushed into Hannah sending the occasional low thrum through her body, Miss Coerator obviously still somewhere within range. There wasn't anywhere she could go, and there was (of course) a camera watching her, mounted on an electronic swivel. As Hannah approached, it twisted around, obviously manually controlled, Miss Coerator probably taking her pleasure somewhere. The thought of that body stretched out, casually playing with herself, probably with Hannah's toys, added even more warmth to her crotch. She'd like to see that woman stretched out on a rack, her firm breasts lashed and whipped! Maybe then she wouldn't be so calm and controlled all the time! A strong buzz started in Hannah's pussy, making her quiver, feeling fluid drip down her thighs, an intense blush of crimson shame coming over her face. She had, at least, managed to make some impact, one of the wooden wall panels now restored to some

[Readers will likely find this story more enjoyable if they have read the earlier chapters. This story takes place in the Women's Republic of the future where women are in charge. You can read more about it in my series, "A Very Shameful Punishment". These stories include subjects such as bodily functions and sometimes severe discipline. Those who do not want to read about those topics should read no further. All characters are 18 or over. My thanks to Susan Greenway for graciously permitting me to use some of her characters in this series.] Kate had barely fallen asleep late that night when her older sister Deirdre calmly tapped her to wake her. It took her a moment to realize what was happening, but she groaned and looked up at Dee, asking with her eyes what had led to her waking Kate up. Kate knew, of course, that it meant Deirdre needed to use the toilet. Because Dee had failed Kate's panty and anal inspection, Kate had locked her punishment panties so that a re

A small subgroup in the OGC, Our Groping Club, chose to haze prospective new applicants, Jim and Jen, as the final part of their acceptance. All the couple knew was that the group was an extremely flirty one. The possibilities intrigued Jim and Jen and they wanted that gentle introduction to a more open lifestyle than their ultra conservative, previous neighbors would tolerate. Just to appease those noxious neighbors' complaints, Jen got used to wearing full coverage clothes just a step away from a burka. All Sue and Al knew was that Jen felt bound by the conservative clothes yet was adopting that unsatisfying and suffocating life style. Jim hated it and wanted his more liberal wife back. They didn't know how far the 'groping' went. On the day of their 'interview', April 1, Jen wore a 'daring' top with a small V notch which extended just below her clavicle and exposed none of her deep, mystery cleavage. Her dark skirt went to her ankles. Confliction bet