All Change for Amy

Geraldine let Amy down, the chains lowering her gently until her feet touched the floor. The stocks were removed, and Amy collapsed, her muscles screaming, into a kneeling position in front of her Mistress. Geraldine had removed the chastity belt only long enough to take out the now-slick egg before locking it back firmly in place, the metal a cold, permanent-seeming fixture against her skin. And now she was on her knees, her lips pressed against the cool leather of Geraldine's shoes, kissing them, thanking her in a choked, hoarse voice for the lesson, for the attention, for the punishment.

"Crawl to the corner of the room and fetch the crop," Geraldine commanded, her voice devoid of emotion. "In your mouth."

Amy did as she was told, the humiliation burning through her, a fire that was inseparable from her arousal. She crawled across the wooden floor, the chastity belt a constant, restrictive reminder of her place. She picked up the crop with her teeth, the leather tasting of dust and her own sweat, and crawled back, presenting it to her Mistress.

Geraldine walked around Amy, who was kneeling on all fours, her butt in the air, her head bowed. The sight, the absolute submission, made Geraldine's own cock grow in its cage, causing a pleasant, aching discomfort that was a constant reminder of Jack's command. She laid ten strokes of the crop across Amy's already tender buttocks, each one precise and measured. Amy thanked her for each one, her voice growing weaker with every blow. Then Geraldine told her to leave and await instructions.

Amy protested, her voice a desperate whisper. "But... the belt. It's padlocked. I can't..."

Geraldine ignored her, turning away. "I told you to leave."

When Amy arrived home, her mind a whirlwind of pain, shame, and frustration, she got a call from Jack. "Hope you don't mind, love," he said, his voice cheerful. "Geraldine wanted to pop around and finalize a few things from our meeting. Shouldn't take long." He told her he loved her and ended the call before she had a chance to protest. Now Amy was truly worried. What game was Geraldine playing? She tried to call and text her, but there was no answer, only a deafening, terrifying silence.

Jack came home first in an extremely good mood. He kissed Amy on the lips, a genuine, warm kiss that made her heart ache. "You look lovely," he said. Amy was a nervous wreck when the doorbell rang an hour later, and Jack let Geraldine in. Amy didn't know if it was her imagination, fuelled by Geraldine's taunts about Jack being a hunk and how she might like to fuck him, or if Geraldine was actually flirting with Jack. And worse, was Jack flirting back? They were sitting around the table in the living room. Jack had asked Amy to get drinks, and all of a sudden, she felt like a waitress in her own home. She managed to sit between Jack and Geraldine. Geraldine pulled her iPad out of her bag. "Jack," she said, her voice bright and businesslike, "I want to show you my newest stream. It's a volunteer who just loves to be submissive."

Amy was shaking as they all peered into the screen. There she was. Hanging in the wooden stocks, twisting and groaning as the egg brought her to orgasm over and over again. Geraldine's hand moved high up Amy's thigh under the table, and surprisingly, Jack's did the same with the other leg. Amy was lost in a maelstrom of fear and arousal. Jack surprised her by saying, "She looks like a willing little slut, doesn't she, darling?" His hand squeezed tighter as he spoke. Amy just mumbled, frightened to say anything in case she gave the game away.

"Oh, she is," Geraldine piped in, her hand now firmly over Amy's rubber and metal-covered pussy. Amy couldn't be sure, but she thought she felt Jack's fingers there too, exploring the strange, new terrain of his wife's body. She was sweating, her vision blurring, and she closed her eyes. There was suddenly a hand on the back of her head, its fingers entwining in her hair and pulling it back. It was Jack's voice in her ear, a low, dangerous growl she had never heard before. "Look at the screen, you little slut."

Amy opened her eyes with surprise and shame. Tears formed. "Was she really that easy?" Jack asked Geraldine. More shock came when Geraldine answered, her voice subservient. "Yes, Master. You were right. A willing slut was just bubbling underneath."

Amy cried out loud and stood up, pushing her chair back with a clatter. "What the fuck?" she shouted, her voice cracking with rage and betrayal. The argument that followed was explosive. Amy demanded that the chastity belt be removed and that Geraldine fuck off. When Geraldine had left, a look of grim satisfaction on her face, Amy turned on Jack. She started on him, her words like shards of glass, but he didn't shout back. He just sat down, his head in his hands, and told her everything. He told her of the event, all those years ago, that had changed his sexual desires forever. He told her how he had met Geraldine and, from the outset, said he would never leave Amy. He told her about the double life, the secrets, the lies. Tears welled in his eyes as he spoke of his love for her and his fear of losing her. She listened, her anger slowly dissolving into a profound, aching sadness. She asked him to leave, to give her space. "Go spend the night with Geraldine if that's what you want," she said, her voice hollow. He chose to stay in a hotel.