Retirement blues.

Retirement day.

 The day had finally come, retirement day. They were saying goodbye at the entrance to the Rochester Corn Exchange, where they had just had a goodbye/retirement dinner. 

William slid into the X5's leather seat after opening the passenger door for Sue and helping her into the car. He caught a glimpse of her stocking. She looked gorgeous. His body was humming with the high of final signatures and fattened accounts. Sue settled beside him, her hand resting on his thigh, higher than was decent for a public road.

"All done?" she asked, her voice warm.

"All done." He patted her hand, feeling magnanimous. "Set for life, my dear. And I've got the perfect plan to keep busy, Golf. I’ve signed up for lessons. He’d picked a sport he knew she’d hate so that he would have time to continue his visits to Patricia.

"Oh?" She turned to look out the window, but her hand crept upward, finding the bulge in his dress trousers. She squeezed, making him jump. "Do you know?”

Her fingers traced his cock through the fabric, slow and deliberate. "I've got a surprise for you at home.”

His breath hitched. "A surprise?"

"A retirement gift." She gave him another squeeze, her thumb finding the head through the material. "Something special for our new beginning."

 The X5 purred past Rochester Castle and Cathedral, turning into St Margaret's Street. William shifted in his seat, trying to adjust himself discreetly, but Sue kept her hand on his thigh, her fingers tracing patterns that made his cock throb. By the time they turned into Gordon Terrace, he was fully hard and aching.

William pressed the button on the sun visor, and the electric garage door opened with a soft hum. They parked and stepped out into the well-lit garden, walking arm in arm down the path to their four-storey Watts Avenue home. Sue leaned her head on his shoulder, her body warm against his.

He turned off the alarm and asked Alexa to turn on the welcome lights. The entire level was illuminated, along with all the stairwells, bathing everything in a soft glow. Sue turned to him and kissed him passionately, her tongue demanding. "Are you ready for your surprise?" she whispered into his ear.

He nodded, his breath catching. She removed her black shawl and tied it around his head, the silk soft against his skin. It was long enough that she could hold the short end like a leash. He was taken aback but relaxed when she kissed his cheek and gave his cock a possessive squeeze. "This way," she said, her voice husky with command.

He followed, blinded but able to see faint edges of light through the silk. She led him along the hallway and up the stairs to the first floor, past their main bedroom, to the first spare room. A small lamp glowed in the corner, casting shadows.

Sue turned to William and began undressing him. This was a different Sue, confident, commanding, and showing no hesitation. He was soon standing in just his boxers, his cock straining against the fabric. She grabbed it through the material, squeezing hard, before sliding them down. His cock sprang free, hard and desperate.

She took his shaft in her hand and led him to a chair against the wall. If his mind had been alert and not fogged with lust, he would have realized there should have been a bed there, not a chair. But his thoughts were hazy with lust.

She sat him down on the soft leather seat, the cool surface making him gasp. She took one hand and strapped it to the flat arm of the chair with a leather cuff that seemed to appear from nowhere.

"What the fuck?" William said in surprise, his cock twitching.

Sue stroked his shaft with one hand while kissing him deeply. "Just go with it, lover," she purred, her voice sending sexual thrills down his spine. "You'll love it."

She secured his other wrist, then his ankles, spreading him open and vulnerable. He tested the restraints and found them unyielding. The chair held him perfectly immobilized, his cock jutting up obscenely, his body completely at her mercy.

In his mind, he thought she finally understood him after all these years. He was so self-obsessed with his needs that it didn't even dawn on him that the change in her was so dramatic that other forces might be at play.

She stepped back to admire her work, her eyes dark with predatory hunger. He heard her move around, a drawer opened, then closed. He thought he heard some metallic noises in the corner of the room, but he wasn’t sure

 Two powerful fingers pinched his nostrils shut. William's mouth opened automatically, gasping for air. Sue shoved the penis gag in deep, buckling it tight before he could react. She ripped off the blindfold.

William blinked. Looked into his wife's eyes. Saw a predator's smile.

He mumbled through the gag, producing only drool. Sue slapped him hard across the face, the crack echoing in the transformed room. She held up a thick posture collar—black leather, reinforced—and locked it around his neck, forcing his chin up. Then she spat in his face, a glob of contempt that landed on his cheek and slid down.

She turned and walked out without a word.

William looked around, much as the collar would allow, the room was unrecognizable. He had no way of knowing Sue had hired Patricia's subs to convert it while he was at work. While he'd been shaking hands and accepting a retirement watch, they'd been installing his new reality.

He sat in the center of the back wall. In one corner: something large under a heavy rubber sheet, five feet by four. Along the same wall: a black steel X-frame with leather straps at strategic points. In another corner: a leather-bound whipping stool, its surface worn from use. The walls were lined with implements—crops, canes, floggers, paddles, and clamps. A mechanical winch hung where the ceiling light had been. The only familiar object: the vintage dresser, now repurposed to hold lube, gags, and cages.

Their spare room was now a dungeon. His cock throbbed, hard and desperate,

Sometime later, Sue returned. The black rubber dress clung to her skin like a lover's hands, every movement a reminder of the power she now wielded. She dragged the stool across the floor, the scrape of wood on wood sending a thrill through her cunt. Sitting before William, she spread her legs deliberately, letting him smell her arousal through the rubber. The whip in her hand was small, but she knew how to make it sing.

She trailed it over his cock, watching it twitch and leak. The control was intoxicating; this man, her husband, was now nothing but a toy for her amusement.

"I hope you don't mind, William," she purred, her voice honeyed with mock sweetness. "But I have a date tonight. I know it's your special day, but I haven't had a good, long, hard cock to fuck me in so long."

His eyes widened. He had never heard her talk like that before.

Sue felt a surge of wetness between her thighs. This was what power felt like, watching him realize the woman he'd dismissed as "diminutive" was a demon in disguise. The memory of his pathetic three-minute fumbles made her want to laugh. She'd endured them for twenty-five years. Never again.

"After all," she continued, flicking his cock just to see him jerk, "you've had all those dates with that slut Patricia, haven't you?"

The fear in his eyes was delicious. "I've seen all the little videos," she whispered, leaning close enough for him to smell her lust. "You had a jolly old time. But you and that whore did give me some excellent ideas."

Her phone buzzed. Perfect timing. "Oh, good. They're here."

She straightened, the rubber creaking, and walked to the door. Her cunt throbbed with every step. This was it, the moment her plan crystallized into reality.

She opened the door. Mike filled the doorway, his massive presence making her pussy clench. Behind him, Penelope and Gerald. Her allies. Her accomplices.

"I think we know each other, don't we? No introductions necessary."

She led Mike to William, forcing her husband to watch her kiss her date with obscene hunger. Her hand slid down, fingers tracing Mike's cock through his jeans—thick and heavy. She saw a single tear fall onto Williams' cheek. This was better than she'd imagined.

"Penelope, my dear, how have you been?" she breathed, hugging her friend and kissing her hard. The taste of Penelope's mouth made her even more excited.

"Just wonderful, Sue. I can see all your plans worked out."

"Yes, they did." She hugged Gerald, feeling his caged cock press against her through his trousers. "You were both a great help."

"Well, my dear, when you told me of Patricia's plans to push me out of our business..."

"Talking of which..."

Sue walked to the corner, her dress creaking with each step. She ripped away the rubber sheet with a flourish.

William's breath stopped.

Patricia knelt in a cage, arms strapped cruelly behind her back and anchored to the top bars, ankles secured to the corners. She was almost unrecognizable. Her flowing ginger hair was now a rough buzz cut. Her eyes were painted with heavy slut makeup, and mascara streaked down her face from crying. Her back was a criss-cross of fresh welts. A huge ball gag held her mouth open, drool pooling and dripping from her chin.

"Oh my gosh, Sue, how perfect!" Penelope's delight was palpable. "How did you pull it off?"

Sue hugged Mike, grinding subtly against his thigh. "It turns out Mike is quite mercenary. The silly slut thought he loved her."

She kissed him, tasting his indifference and not caring. He was a tool, a magnificent cock attached to a mercenary heart. Perfect.

Penelope stroked Patricia's shaved head through the cage bars. "Gerald and I are going to have so much fun with you tonight."

"Any limits?" Penelope asked Sue

Sue laughed, the sound sharp and cruel. "As long as they're still breathing. No blood on him, I want the pleasure of being first to break him completely. As for her?" She looked at Patricia with contemptuous lust. "She's my gift to you ."

She turned to William, kissed his forehead with tender malice.“Mike’s got to fly out to Germany tomorrow to meet his ship, so we’re going to spend the night at a hotel close to the airport. So I need you to be a good cucky for Mistress Penelope while Mommy gets properly fucked." 

She gave him another little peck.

She took Mike's hand, feeling his cock pulse against her hip. They said their goodbyes, and the door clicked shut behind them, leaving the two captives in the care of Mistress Penelope and hubby Geralald for the night.

In the hallway, she pressed Mike against the wall, her hand on his zipper. "Fuck me right here," she commanded. "I need to feel how much better you are than him before we even get to the hotel."

He obeyed, his cock springing free, thick and perfect. She sank to her knees and took him in her mouth, sucking greedily, her pussy dripping with the knowledge that William was trapped inside.

This was everything she had been denied for 25 years, and she was never going to give it up.