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     It was almost 3 o'clock before Stefanie got away from her busy
day at work and arrived home.  Her pussy ached with unsatisfied
lust, even though she had taken a long lunch break and spent it in
the bathroom, furiously fingering her dripping slit and fantasizing
about her husband's bound and helpless body.  Before she had
even reached the door to their apartment, she had stripped off her
coat and sweater, and was working on removing her jeans.

     Stefanie paused in the bathroom and stood before the full
length mirror, examining her body.  The garter-belt and fishnet
stockings looked very sexy on her, and she carressed the leather of
the bra and moaned softly; her nipples were huge and stiff through
the holes in it.  She was amazed at how horny leather made her
feel...and for a moment she was grateful that Carl had introduced
her to the delights of the erotic material.  Then she sneered and
ran her fingers over her thickly-haired mound.  "He wants it, he's
going to get it.  He's my slut, my fucktoy!"  She teased at her clit
for just a second, then turned to the washbasin.

     She pulled her makeup bag from the medicine cabinet and
began applying mascara, bright red lipstick, and heavy eyeshadow.
"He wants me to look like a bitch mistress, and I'll do it...but he'll
give me all the climaxes I want if I'm going to be his dominant
lady!"  She giggled as she pulled out her electric razor.

     For the next fifteen minutes, she carefully trimmed her pubic
hair, making repeated passes until finally she had shaved off every
bit of it!   Then she put the razor in her new "Bag of tricks", a
leather pouch she had purchased to hold some of the toys she
intended to use on her husband-slave.

     She took her new black leather jacket off the hook on the back
of the door and put it on.  The wide shoulders and narrow waist
made her look very domineering, she thought to herself.  She
plucked at the sides of the jacket so that her breasts, harnessed by
the leather of the bra, were revealed, and she pulled the hem of
the jacket up slightly so that it didn't block the view of her garter-
belt and freshly shaved pussy.  Her "bag of tricks" fit neatly onto a
pair of hooks at her waist.

     Finally, Stefanie picked up her newest toy, a riding crop, and
holding it loosely at her side, she turned and went to the bedroom.

     Carl lay as she had left him, and her eyes were drawn to the
angry red shaft of his cock poking from between his cuffed and
bound hands.  It dribbled juices thickly, and when she got closer
Stefanie smiled to see that had actually managed not to cum all
day.  She frowned at the copious puddles of his male juices that
had run down over his hands and crotch, though.  It was a terrible
mess.

     Stefanie felt herself grow warm and wet as she thought how she
could punish her husband for his sloppiness.

     His eyes were closed and he seemed resigned to whatever
Stefanie had planned for him.  She stood at the foot of the bed and
gazed down at his nakedness, and felt a dark lust swell up within
her.  She reached out with the crop and whacked the head of his
cock where it showed above his hands.

     Carl came awake with a start and stared up at her.  She could
almost hear his mouth watering as he took in the sight of her.  She
knew she looked nasty, knew that he loved the sight of her like
this.  She knew that he would serve her exactly as she wanted him
to.  Stefanie stepped to the head of the bed and bent over his face.
The panties in his mouth were wet.  She sneered down at him,
curling her lip in disdain.  "You nasty, nasty boy!" she said,
reaching down and pushing the panties deeper into his mouth.
"Getting your spit all over my panties!  And dribbling juices all
over your hands and belly...didn't Mommy teach you any better?"

     She straightened up and climbed onto the bed, straddling her
husband's face.  With her fingers she pulled the lips of her shaved cunt
open.  Carl's eyes grew wide as he stared at the hairless pink lips.
And Stefanie smiled lewdly as she displayed her naked slit.

     "Do you see how wet my pussy is, Carl?" she asked.  "And
you could have licked and sucked it....but you made a mess."  She
raised herself up and turned around on his chest.

     Stefanie's firm, pale ass, framed by the leather garter-belt, its
straps, and the stockings, wiggled just in front of his panty-stuffed
mouth.  She reached back and pulled her plump cheeks wide apart.
Carl's astonished eyes stared at the wet pinkness of his wife's
anus, and his half-hard cock began to swell again.

     "This is what you will suck now, slut!"  Stefanie commanded.
Her hand groped back and caught the panties, pulling them from
his mouth.  Before he could say anything, she shoved her sweaty
crack back against his face.  She ordered, "Now lick my ass, Carl.
Show me that in spite of your filthy messes you can service me
correctly...and maybe I'll clean you up this time."  Now she began
to tease his cock with the riding crop.  And as she did, she felt the
tenative thrusts of his tongue against her wrinkled pucker.

(to be continued)