If you have not already read Part1, it will make far more sense if you do so before reading this.

CHLOE

I had never wondered about a relationship with another woman since my final years at school, when an older girl, who fancied me, taught me that there was a lot more to Sex than producing children. She had gradually introduced me to the many methods that a woman can be brought to Orgasm, all very different to the clumsy efforts of the boys who had tried to get into my knickers. In particular, she demonstrated that for a woman, a five minute wham, bam, thank you Ma’am, was not the ideal way to get a second bite of the cherry, or even the first!

School ended and we went our separate methods.

I eventually found a man who was not only attractive, but actually understood how to pleasure a woman. We married, more for the sake of our parents than the need for a piece of paper. Neither of us particularly wanted to begin a family, so we were able to explore our sexual likes and dislikes without having to hide our activities from children. John, my husband was pretty imaginative and adventurous, introducing me to being tied up and later spanked, both of which I found turned me on.

In return, John asked me to do the same things to him. As he put it, why should he have to do all the thinking and work.

I was happy to do so and our games became more intense and sophisticated to the point where we converted a spare bedroom into a play area where we could use the many toys and equipment that we had accumulated.

After ten years of our marriage, the excitement had inevitably worn off. John had become less and less interested in taking the initiative, which also spilled over into other factors of our life. I was not happy.

That was when I met Zoe.

From the very first time we spoke, it became apparent to me, that there was potentially more than just friendship between us, but not nearly as much as I discovered on the day I invited to my home.

I had hoped that we would possibly kiss, cuddle and perhaps a little more. When she revealed her whipped tits to me, I was at first shocked, but it quickly became obvious that this was the perfect moment to let her know that I was in a similar situation to her. Without much more wondered, I took her up to our playroom, where it was her turn to be shocked at the array of bondage and discipline items in full view.

I decided that this was not the time to explore our new found secrets any further, but took benefit of the opportunity to play with her body under the guise of treating her sore tits. This brought about an unexpected, but very welcome reaction, which confirmed that we were more than compatible with each other. Monday would be the moment of truth!

Monday lunch time came around. Zoe was already at a table and as I joined her, she gave me a peck on the cheek saying, “Don’t be shy about Friday, everything’s OK, or at least, I hope so.”

I replied that I had been a little nervous about our next meeting — unfounded as it turned out – “Where do we go from here?”

That was the question that haunted us for the next few months. The answer should have been simple, 2 very compatible people in unhappy marriages with no children, what’s the issue? As usual MONEY. Although we both had reasonably well-paid jobs, the cost of setting up home together in the way we wanted, was out of reach. The only solution seemed to be for both of us to sell our jointly owned properties, releasing our distribute of the equity that had accumulated. BUT, that would require the co-operation of our husbands, which was unlikely and at best could take a long time.

So our relationship continued in a very frustrating way. We managed to spend some weekends together at hotels — great for kisses and cuddles – but totally unsuitable for anything but the mildest BDSM activities. On that front, we managed to arrange a few afternoons, about once a fortnight, which we spent in my playroom. On one of these occasions, we were busted. My husband, John had come home unexpectedly!! I immediately decided that the best thing was to take the initiative and called for him to come upstairs.

When he arrived at the playroom, Zoe was in the process of securing cuffs to my wrists and ankles The fact that they had a soft padded lining was a signal that my restraint was gonna be lengthy and very rigorous.

Interrupting Zoe’s preparations, I turned to John, who couldn’t believe what he was seeing and asked, ” What the hell are you doing home at this time?” Without waiting for a reply, “You seem to be a bit over-dressed for the occasion, get your clothes off.” Picking up a chair, I placed it at the foot of the bed. “Lucky boy, you’re going to have a ring side seat” indicating that he should sit down facing the bed.

I collected some ropes and we set about tying him very securely to the chair, completing his bondage with an inflatable gag. Pausing only to stroke his now fully erect and throbbing cock, I spreadeagled myself on the bed. A rubber covered roller under my thighs lifting my arse and presenting John with a perfect view of my now very wet Pussy

Zoe continued to tie me to the corners of the bed, making sure that I was stretched as tightly as she could. Finally, I was gagged and a heavy leather hood pulled over my head, tightly laced, to totally deprive me of sight and muffling any sound.

ZOE

This would not be the first time that I had used a whip on her, but she had complained that I had been too timid and gentle. Today she wanted me to take her to her limits

and perhaps a little beyond them. Although it was gonna be difficult for me, I knew from my own experience how much of an anticlimax it is if a whipping was not

sufficiently severe, so I was determined to make sure that it was not gonna be disappointing. I selected a medium weight leather studded paddle, a fairly heavy cat and a

wicked 3ft dressage whip. I also picked up a large vibrator dildo and a wicked little vibrating device which could be clipped onto her clit.

“Look and learn.” I told John.

Moving to Chloe, I gave her a good warm-up with the vibe before starting 24 slow, medium strength strokes with the rounded stud side of the paddle. After a short pause I turned the vibe up a bit and continued to tease .her Pussy, stopping as she showed signs of getting excited. The opposite side of the paddle had blunt spiked studs I gave her 24 more slightly heavier strokes, taking about 15 seconds between strokes. The effect was now becoming evident, not only visually – her arse was completely covered in red marks – but also in her futile straining against the unrelenting bonds.

After a short respite and some more teasing with vibe, I told her “Hope you enjoyed the hors d’oeuvre, you have the main course and desert still to come” (or did I mean CUM). This time with the cat, another 24 strokes this time a lot harder, which had her squirming uncontrollably and trying to scream through her gag.

After another short respite, I clipped the clit device in place and took a much larger dildo vibe, which I easily slid into her now extremely wet Pussy,

I picked up the evil dressage whip and gave the first full strength stroke creating a livid welt on her already very tender arse. I turned the dildo up to full power and gave her a second stroke, which really got to her. It was now time to turn on the clit vibe to full power and continue whipping her. She took 3 more strokes which provoked the most intense Orgasm I had ever seen. I was afraid she could dislocate something, so quickly loosened her restraints before giving her the sixth and final stroke.

I removed the vibes, gag and hood from her tearstained face, before finally releasing her arms and legs from their restraints. I massaged some life back into them as she slowly recovered from her ordeal. Leaving her exhausted body to rest, I got dressed, untied John and found the ointment that Chloe had previously used on my tits, “Make yourself of some use. Rub this very gently into your Wife‘s sore bottom while I get us a drink. Don’t touch her in any other way or you will be punished in a way that would make what you have just seen seem like a baby spanking – but maybe you would like that!!” I instructed him. When I returned a few minutes later with 2 generous shots of Cognac. I told him to get dressed and leave us alone.

After another dose of the magic cream, this time including her clit, which had swollen under the influence of the vibe clips and was now extremely sensitive. Chloe had now recovered sufficiently to tentatively sit up, not without a grimace even though it was on the edge of a quite soft bed. After a quick couple of sips ot the cognac she turned to me and said “Thank you, I really needed that. I wasn’t sure that you could bring yourself to be so severe. Remind me to be careful with what I ask you to do in future.”

It was a great relief for me to hear that as I wondered I might have gone too far. In fact, I had had doubts as to whether I could be that cruel, but as the whipping progressed, I became more and more turned on by what I was doing. There must be a bit of the sadist in all of us!!

I knew from personal experience that it would be best part of a month before the bruising and wheals would be completely healed. However, I also knew only too well that if required other targets were available. At least she was safe from her wimp husband!.

Chloe slipped on a dressing gown and came down stairs with me. After an embrace and kisses she said “I’m glad it’s not me driving. Hopefully I will be able to sit at my desk tomorrow.”