My husband told me again and again that I needed to reform my ways. To appear dutiful in public. To dress appropriately. To confine my sexual urges to our bedroom. I was defiant. What was he going to do?? We were married. Divorce wasn't an option. He was a gentle man not capable of causing physical pain. As long as I played the game he was helpless.

One night while I was dressing to go out he appeared in the bedroom and told me there was someone here who wanted to meet me. "What??" Perplexed standing there in nothing but my panties. Just then a very large masked man carrying a black bag entered the room.

"What the hell??" I screamed and tried to cover my exposed breasts.

The man was on me instantly, pushing me onto the bed face down, knees in my back, grabbing at wrists, first my right, then my left. I struggled as he did the same to my ankles. He picked me up and threw me further up the bad. I saw leather restraints on my wrists and ankles.

I called out to my husband but he was gone. Alone in my bedroom with this stranger I screamed for help. He pulled out previously unseen ropes from the head and foot board. I tried hitting and kicking him but he was so strong. He kept me pinned until my legs were tied tight, spread open. Using pillows and a back cushion from our bedroom easy chair he secured me by my arms sitting me up half way with my chest arched which forced my breasts to jut outward. He pulled duct tape from his bag, forcibly ripped my panties from my body producing a welp, stuffed them in my mouth and used the duct tape to gag me.

I had to lift my head to see him kneeling over me, eyes on my body, looking between my legs. I tried to speak but couldn't. He pulled the chair up, sat down and stared at my pussy. Every instinct said "close your legs." The ropes said no. He pulled up closer, reached out and stretched my lips, spreading them open, engorging them. Then he stared some more.

Finally with humor in his voice he said "Your husband has hired me to tame you. He's paying me good money. Tonight is your first lesson. You will start behaving as a good wife should or you and I will get to know each other quite well.

I tried begging, pleading, saying I would be good. It was all just a mumble.

"Your husband is spending the night at a hotel. I am spending the night here. With you."

My head was getting heavy, hard to hold up. The man looking at my pussy with disapproval. Into the bathroom then coming back with water, shaving cream, a razor, a towel and a bottle of baby oil. I tried to squirm away making him laugh as he wet my pubic area down and applied the cream. Then working the razor slowly he shaved me completely bald for the first time since I was thirteen. He cleaned me up and slowly massaged the oil in. I watched until I had to drop my head for a rest. I was breathing heavy through my nose.

His fingers on my lips and clit felt too good to ignore. His hands moved to my tits, oiling them, massaging them firmly. I felt my nipples stiffen and my pussy moistening. I was not happy about the situation at all but at least what he was doing felt good. His fingers went back to my clit. Circling it, slowly then faster. I moaned inside my gag, fighting the orgasm he was giving me. Crazy thought. What was my husband thinking?? What is this about?? Then my hips circling in time to his fingers. My hips rotating, my orgasm just about there. Arching my back as much as I could I thrust my pussy at the stranger only to lose the feeling of his fingers on me just before I came followed by intense pain in my nipples. My head shot up to see two clothes pins pinching my oiled up nipples. My body's desperate need to cum fought it's need to relieve the pain as I thrust my clit forward trying to gain friction and shook my tits trying to shake the clothes pins lose.

The man laughed at me then adjusted the pins making the pain excruciating. I felt pressure on my pussy. Looking down he was forcing a large thick dildo deep through my stretched labia. It's thickness was uncomfortable. When it was all the way in it hurt. He held it in place with his duct tape then admired his work. My tits were in agony, my pussy in pulsing pain. I was moving trying to get relief. The man pulled out a large vibrating massager and using a stand set it up so it was humming a mere inch from my taped up clit. He moved it closer until I could feel the vibrations, not enough to make me cum but enough to entice me with shivers through my clit.

The man watched men writhing in pain, my clit pressing against the vibrator, me moving it away, feeling pain, shaking my tits, my clit again on the vibrator. I couldn't relieve the pain without stimulating my clit. I gave in, arched my back, clit pressed firmly against the vibrator, sensations working through the tape, my moaning, crying, tears flowing down my cheeks as my orgasm came closer. Just as I screamed into my gag, he pulled the vibrator away. I pulled at my binds and tossed my head around in frustration silently screaming as my climax short circuited, stomach pain joining pussy pain joining tit pain. I felt him adjusting the clothes pins again making me scream, Then fingers tearing tape, exposing my clit, the hood pulled back, a clothes pin clamping down, me screaming, the vibrator back in place against the clothes pin vibrating my clit.

The stranger ignoring my muffled screams as he walked to the door. "I'll be back in a few hours." he said before turning out the lights and closing the door.