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Trials of an Obese Wife

Chapter 9 Lex

Chapter 9 Lex


     “Healthiest lunch on the planet,” said Lex handing Christine a plate of fresh greens and almost raw vegetables.

     “It looks delicious.  Where did you learn to cook this way?” said Christine admiring not only the healthy content of her plate but also the attractive presentation.  They were seated on the second story deck behind Lexs house enjoying what she thought was an impromptu lunch.  The sunny day combined with good results from the weight loss program had put her in an expansive mood.  She was also feeling more than a little randy and had to remind herself to stop staring at the visible outline of Lexs cock afforded by his thin Spandex workout shorts.

     “Id always been something of a health nut when it came to what I put in my body but I didnt get really serious until this girl I was dating showed me I was eating the wrong things.  Anyway, after we broke up I took several courses in macrobiotic cooking.”

     “Is it difficult,” asked Christine?

     “Not at all, very easy to prepare, a few of the ingredients are hard to find but the recipes are simple.  There are rarely more than six ingredients.  I grow most of what I need in my greenhouse,” said Lex pointing to the glass-paneled dome structure located at the edge of the woods.

     “French cuisine is rarely less than sixteen ingredients and often closer to twenty.  Nouvelle cuisine is healthier than the traditional recipes but its still full of butter and cream,” said Christine.

     “Butter, cream, horrors, actually I believe its not only what you eat but how much.  You can pig out on the healthiest food.  Hows the wine?”

     “Excellent,” said Christine taking a sip.

     “Peter recommended it when I asked him what to serve someone whod lived in France for several years.”

     “Peter knows wine,” asked Christine realizing that Lex had planned to invite her?  She had thought Lexs invitation was on the spur of the moment.  Hed seemed genuinely pleased when she got on the scale after that mornings workout.  He insisted on a luncheon at his house to celebrate the progress she was making.  Christine had exceeded her first months weight loss goals. 

     The realization Lex had planned their lunch caused Christine to consider whether she would have sex with him.  Why not decided Christine recalling what she had witnessed when she had walked in on Maurice and Genevieve that morning?  The two were kissing and Maurices hand was inside her blouse.  Maurice had not seemed at all upset Christine had seen them. He had given her a peck on the cheek then left for work.  Was it his way of telling her that if she wanted him to touch her tits, she needed to lose weight?  She did not blame Genevieve.  If not her, his Mother would have provided some other slut realized Christine.  Yes, why not sleep with Lex?  Dina said it would be interesting. 

     “Peter has an enormous wine cellar with everything entered into his computer.  And the man is totally anal when it comes to keeping his inventory current.  Congratulations on being my best student,” said Lex touching his wine glass to Christines.

      “I owe it all to you.  You a terrific instructor,” said Christine wondering if she was too out of practice to accomplish a seduction.

      “No, the credit is yours, Christine.  Youve lost more weight, added more muscle, and improved your cardio vascular capacity more than any one in the class.  Youre motivated to succeed.  Thats what important.”

      “Getting back to my old self is very important to me.”

      “What does your husband say?  Surely hes noticed,” said Lex.

      “Maurice did say something the other day when he saw me coming out of the shower.”

      “And?”

      “He said I was making progress but still had a long way to go.”

      “Not exactly encouraging,” said Lex looking put off.

      “Well, hes very French and considers any woman whos above Size 4 grossly overweight.  And of course having a nanny for Michael thats a drop dead gorgeous Size 2 and wears very little around the house is not helpful.”

      “Well, keep at it and you can be any Size you want.  I prefer women with muscle.  Those emaciated runway manikins who look like they could use a good macrobiotic meal arent anything I want to roll around in bed with.  They might break.”

     “I dont believe Genevieve would break easily.  She does what and whom she wants regardless.  The girl appears innocent and sweet but shes not.  Shes a fully trained dominatrix whose mentors operate the most exclusive and savage S&M club in France, maybe the EU and the world beyond it.”

     “The way you said that make me think youre concerned about her,” said Lex.

     “Is she sleeping with my husband? Is that your question?”

     “Sorry, its none of my business,” said Lex.

     “I caught them kissing in the kitchen.  His hand was inside her blouse,” said Christine.  “Of course, theyre fucking.  Theyre both French.”

     “So why dont you send her packing?”

     “The French look at sexual relationships differently.  In my husbands mind, theres nothing wrong with his adultery especially since his lack of sexual interest in me is attributable to my gaining weight.  I deserve whats happening with Genevieve because I indulged myself when I was pregnant.  All that aside, he wouldnt even need an excuse if he wanted to get in another womans pants.”

     “His adultery is okay.  Yours is a sin.”

     “Actually I suspect he could care less who I sleep with as long as Im discreet.”

     “Sounds very different from the way we New England Puritans are brought up,” said Lex putting his hand on top of Christines applying a small amount of pressure.

     “The Cherniers are an old aristocratic family from Lyon that dates back to the founding of the Bourbon dynasty.  The rules that apply to ordinary mortals arent in their code of conduct.  Since I am a Chernier by marriage I live by their rules.  Ive accepted that,” said Christine.

     “Ive never been to France or anywhere outside of the US but you make me want to go.”      

     “Youd like Paris and the French girls would go crazy over you.  Its very private here,” said Christine noting the thick forest surrounding the house.

     “Eight wooded acres and the property runs all the way down to the Saugas River so I have no immediate neighbors.  I inherited the place when my parents passed on.  I could never have afforded a home like this on a trainers salary,” said Lex.

     “Its lovely,” said Christine placing her hand on Lexs and squeezing lightly.

     “Mom and Dad bought it for a song before I was born.  They remodeled it twice.  Last year I redesigned the master bedroom suite and kitchen.  One of my clients was an interior decorator who helped me plan the layout and select the appliances.  Would you like a tour after lunch?”

     “Yes, that would be nice,” said Christine.

     “Also, I thought we could take your first months progress pictures here on the deck where we have natural light.  I have the ones we made at the club before you started. Well compare the two.  Youll be surprised at the difference.”


***

   

     “Lunch was delicious.  Can I help you clean up?” asked Christine enjoying the peace and quiet of Lexs deck.

     “No thanks, Ill take care of it later,” said Lex returning from the kitchen with a half empty wine bottle in one hand and a Nikon camera mounted on a tripod in the other.  He refilled Christines glass before he spoke.  “The lights still good.  Why dont you stand over there?”

     “Are you sure?  I still have a long way to go,” said Christine walking to the spot where Lex pointed. 

     “And youre getting there.  Thats what important.  Lets start with the exact same poses you did at the beginning,” said Lex handing her a folder of the before pictures.

     “God, I looked hideous.  What an ugly roll of fat around my waist,” said Christine examining the folder.

     “You werent that bad compared to many others Ive trained,” said Lex looking through the viewfinder. 

     “I wasnt wearing a shirt when you took those,” said Christine taking off her top leaving her in her sports bra.

     “Stand up straight back against the wall.  Let your arms hang naturally,” said Lex aiming the camera then clicking off several images.  “Now face the wall so I can capture your backside.”

     “I used to love to pose for the camera.  Photography is Maurices hobby.  He filled a dozen photo CDs on our honeymoon.  But cameras terrify me now that I have gotten fat,” said Christine posing in her sports bra and black Spandex shorts.

     “No more negativity.  You are not fat and I am an expert in the fat business.  Sideways, please, where did you go on your honeymoon?” asked Lex.

     “Marrakech for a week then Ibiza for two weeks,” said Christine turning her shoulder toward Lex.

      “Marrakech, Ibiza, wheres that?  I have to confess Ive never left the country, not even to Canada.  Stand up very straight and stick your boobs out.”

      “Marrakech is in Morocco a very exotic place where they sell hashish on every street corner.  Ibiza, is one of the Balearic Islands off the coast of Spain,” said Christine arching her back.

      “Ive heard of Ibiza.  One of the female trainers at the club went there on vacation.  She loved it, wild parties and nude beaches.”

      “Thats what its famous for,” said Christine.  “Disco all night and lay naked in the sun all day.”

      “So your husband has photo CDs of you lying on nude beaches,” said Lex. “And all I have is ones with you in Spandex.”

      “Is that a request to pose in the all together,” asked Christine finding herself turned on by the prospect of posing in the nude

      “Why not,” asked Lex?  “Its very private here.”

      “Of course, it would be for comparative purposes,” said Christine smiling.  “Christines before and after nude pictures.”

     “Definitely, Spandex is hiding what is becoming a very good figure,” said Lex.

     “And these would not wind up posted on the clubs WEB site for all to see,” said Christine.

     “They would exist only on the memory stick in this camera and the hard drive of my computer.  I promise,” said Lex.  “You can count on my discretion.”

     “Lets start topless and go from there,” said Christine pulling her sports bra off as she reached for her purse.  “I need to comb my hair and put on a fresh face.”

     “You have exceptionally beautiful breasts,” said Lex admiring the large pink nipples.

     “Thank you,” said Christine combing her hair out.  “When I was twelve and sprouted I hated them. Everyone teased me about my big boobs and my nipples were always showing through my blouse.  Every boy and some of the girls in my class pinched them.  But by fourteen my attitude changed.  It was like having two boy magnets attached to my chest.  I adored the attention.”

     “They certainly drew my attention.  Have you been doing the uplift exercise I showed you?”

     “Yes, every other day and Ive moved up from five pounds to eight.  Feel the muscle,” said Christine as she replaced the cap on her lipstick and presented her bare chest to Lex. She had performed three sets of the exercise to build the small muscles at the front of the armpit.   Tightening and enlargement of the muscle raised the breasts naturally. Lex had told her they were especially important for large breasted women like her.

     Lex placed his fingers in Christines armpits pressing the webbing between his thumb and forefinger against the chest muscle that lifted her breasts.

     “Flex,” said Lex.

     “Feel them move,” asked Christine straining to tighten a difficult muscle?  Her breasts rose slightly as a result.

     “Yes, youve definitely added mass,” said Lex his thumbs pushing hard into her contracted flesh

     “Now, move your thumbs down to my nipples and rub them,” said Christine deciding her seduction would not be a problem for Lex.  Besides, at the moment, she very much wanted him to touch her breasts.

     “Are you sure,” asked Lex making his question superfluous by rubbing his thumbs back and forth across the center of her breasts stimulating the tissue?

     “I want them standing proud in your pictures,” said Christine stepping into Lexs arms.  There was the slightest of hesitation then they kissed.

     “We better get these pictures taken,” said Lex breaking the kiss.

     “Lets start with romantic glamour shots then we can move to more explicit ones,” said Christine pushing the waistband of her shorts down to expose more of her abdomen.

     A quarter hour and several dozen poses later, Christine was posing with her naked rear to the camera as she bent over looking back through her legs.

     “Very sexy,” said Lex feeling his manhood respond to the sight of Christines sex.

     “Im going for raunch.  Am I giving you an erection?” asked Christine changing the pose slightly.

     “Yes, as a matter of fact you are,” said Lex capturing the image.

     “What do you plan to do with it?”

     “That depends on you,” said Lex.

     “Lets go to your bedroom and discuss my seduction which since Im already nude would appear to be a foregone conclusion,” said Christine.  


***


          “Is this where you do your best work,” asked Christine as they entered the oversized master bedroom?  The décor was very contemporary and masculine but in the best of taste except for the mirror on the ceiling.

     “I see you have been listening to gossip.  Its all a lie.  Actually Im gay,” said Lex laughing.

     “Theres no drawer full of panties, souvenirs of your conquests,” said Christine looking at the large chest on the far side of the room.

     “Thats full of workout clothes, tee shirts, shorts and athletic supporters.”

     “You didnt bring me here to seduce me,” asked Christine?

     “Not at all but I gather you willing to be seduced.”

     “Even if I was, youre gay.”

     “Im speaking hypothetically,” said Lex taking Christines hand and pulling her into his arms.

     “Not the actions of a homosexual but perhaps premature.  I need to ask you something first before you throw me on the bed and have your way with me,” said Christine allowing Lex to mold his body against hers.

     “The lady wishes to establish her limits before anything bad happens,” said Lex.

     “Quite the contrary the lady wants something bad to happen and you strike me as possibly too nice a guy for that,” said Christine.

     “I have a bad side I can show you but Im not sure Im following you,” said Lex looking into Christines violet eyes as he reached down to place his hands on her buttocks and pull her hard against the bulge in his shorts.

     “I will speak plainly then.  I am available in two flavors.  Vanilla is perfectly acceptable but so is Rocky Road,” said Christine.

     “Thats not exactly plain speaking in my book.  Vanilla I understand but Rocky Road requires clarification.”

     “A submissive female who is willing to travel the Rocky Road likes to be restrained, spanked, whipped, verbally abused, and/or tortured in any of several exotic fashions,” said Christine.  “I only mention this because there are rumors possibly untrue you like to take willing females along that path.  If Im mistaken, I am more than willing to participate in a good old fashioned vanilla fucking,” said Christine.

     “If by restrained, you mean rope, handcuffs, leather cuffs, yes, my Mom and Dad left me theirs,” said Lex pleased that his earlier guess about Christines sexual preferences was turning out to be correct.

     “Interesting parents, and perhaps a whip or two, maybe a paddle, even a candle in case you feel like dripping hot wax on my privates,” said Christine.

     “Whips and candles were included in my legacy,” said Lex.

     “And you possess the will and strength of character to use them,” asked Christine pressing herself against Lex?  She felt her excitement grow at the prospect of rough sex.

     “Ill let you in on a little family secret.  I was lying about being gay but Im telling the truth about my parents.  They were very much into BDSM. There was a time when I used to tell them I was going to a movie or a friends house and I would sneak back through the woods to spy on them.  At an age when most boys were getting their nut off dreaming about bonking their high school cheerleaders, I was laying in the wet grass looking through the basement window while Dad beat Moms butt until it turned cherry red.”

     “So you dont have a problem with whipping my tush until it is New England cranberry red,” asked Christine?

     “Quite the opposite,” said Lex.  “I find it highly encouraging.”

     “You can be very harsh with me.”

     “I intend to.  Recently, Ive added something new to my repertoire,” said Lex reaching his hand to feel Christines sex.  “Youre very wet. Does the prospect of traveling the Rocky Road excite you?”

     “Terribly, Im an adulterous whore and a slut who deserves whatever you have in mind, Master Lex,” said Christine pulling Lexs form fitting shirt up.  She passed her hand over his firm pectorals leaning forward to kiss his nipples.  “This slave is more than willing to do anything her Master desires.”

     “Excellent, the lady who designed my kitchen taught me electricity had uses beyond the ordinary ones.”

     “Electricity sounds intriguing, Ive always wanted to suffer electrical torture,” said Christine grinding her sex against the growing bulge in Lexs shorts.

     “It will be,” said Lex taking a firm grip on Christines nipples then pinching them flat.  “Im surprised your husband hasnt gotten around to wiring you up.  Youll be shocked at how a few volts will make these feel.”

     “The French are attached to their traditions,” said Christine sighing with pleasure at the pain she felt in her breasts.

     “I suggest we start with basic S&M, then go modern and finish up with some good old fashioned vanilla fucking,” said Lex opening a chest at the foot of the bed.

     “I agree completely, Master Lex,” said Christine falling to her knees beside the bed and bending her head in submission.

    

***

   

     “Go ahead and scream you filthy whore,” said Lex tipping the candle to one side allowing the molten wax to fall on the flesh between her clitoris and vagina.  The hiss of burning flesh was not audible above the outcry Christine made.  He had positioned two tripod-mounted digital cameras at the corners of the bed heightening Christines sense of the erotic.  Lex hadnt asked if she objected to the cameras.  Once she was restrained in a fashion that left her totally exposed and vulnerable, he took them out of a closet and set them in place.  The images the cameras would capture added to the risk and therefore the eroticism of what was happening.

     Lex slipped two fingers into her vagina then extracted them covered in her body fluids. “Youre oozing cunt cream, slut,” said Lex as he pushed the fingers into her nostrils filling her nose with the aroma of her own sex.

     Christine was on her back, wrists tightly bound above her head and ankles bound to her wrists.  Lex had placed a thick pillow under her rear elevating her orifices to more accessible levels. The position itself was keenly uncomfortable. 

     The cleverness of Lexs restraints surprised her. It had all been so fast and efficient.

     “Lay in the center of the bed with your arms extended over your head at a forty five degree angle,” said Lex at the start. 

     He quickly wrapped a Velcro locking nylon cuff around each wrist.  Each cuff was attached by cable to a motorized take up reel concealed under the bed.  In a matter of seconds, Christines arms were painfully stretched toward the top corners of the bed. Moving quickly, Lex secured her ankles in similar cuffs then bent her double as he hooked the ankle cuff to the wrist cuff.

     “Youre a real slut.  Arent you Christine?” asked Lex placing his hand on Christines wet sex sliding his fingers into her opening.  He wasnt gentle about it as he pushed three fingers inside her vagina and twisted them stretching her with his powerful hands.

     “Yes, Master, I am a slut,” said Christine thrilled by the type of sex she had been missing for over a year.

     “How many men had put their cocks in your hole,” asked Lex roughly pushing four fingers into her vagina?  He raked his nails across her G-spot.

     “I dont know, Master, hundreds I would think.”

     “Hundreds,” said Lex mildly surprised.  “Are you bi?”

     “Yes, Master, both sexes.”

     “Anyone at the club?”

     “Dina Kramer, Master,” said Christine.  “And her husband Alex and his friend Wynston in the same afternoon.  It was my first act of adultery since I married Maurice.”

     “And I am the second,” asked Lex taking an expensive beeswax candle from the chest and lighting it?

     “Yes, Master,” said Christine.

     “Adulterous whores deserve to be punished.  Do you agree?” asked Lex lighting the candle.

    “Yes, Master, I am an adulterous whore and I deserve to be punished severely.”

    “Im going to burn you,” said Lex tilting the candle slightly to allow the melted wax to fall on Christines areola.  Christines back arched in pain and a long hiss escaped her lips as the liquefied wax burned her flesh.  The pain in one breast had hardly subsided when an even large amount of wax landed on the other breast.  “Did it hurt?”

    “Yes, Master, it hurts,” said Christine reacting to the slow burning sensation.

    “And if I hold the candle closer, the wax is even hotter,” said Lex as he lowered the candle to where the flame almost touched Christines nipple.  A large splash of wax covered the entire surface of her areola.   Christines efforts not to scream failed.  A loud plaintive cry bounced off the bedroom walls as she writhed in her restraints.

     “Nothing makes my cock harder than to hear a whore screaming from righteous punishment,” said Lex taking hold of the base of Christines breast in his strong fingers.  He squeezed hard forcing the breast tissue to tighten.  Her reddened skin shed the dried wax causing it to flake off onto the bedding.

     Christine moaned with pleasure as she lifted her body offering her breast to the burning candle.  “Oh yes, burn me,” she whispered as she watched the candle turn slightly and a pool of molten wax descend onto her breast.  The pain was intense causing Christine to cry out.  Torture with candle wax was new to her and she was finding it incredibly exciting.  Squeezing the base of the breast tightened the flesh at the top making it more susceptible to the momentary but intense heat.  Christine screams followed one on another when the wax dripped on the tightly stretched skin of her areola.

     “Im having fun,” said Lex smiling when Christines sounded an ear-piercing shriek of agony.  “Are you?”

     “Yes, Master, I needed this,” said Christine when she gained enough control to reply.

     “Now, I imagine a stupid slave like you thinks your breasts are the worst possible place for hot wax to land.  But you are wrong,” said Lex moving the candle to the back of Christines knee then tilting it. Christines high-pitched cries immediately followed.

     “Dont want the other knee pit to feel neglected,” said Lex spilling melted wax on the back of her other knee.

     “Oh God, that hurts,” said Christine her eyes filling with tears.

     “How is it, glorious, wonderful, mind numbing” asked Lex when Christine had calmed down enough to speak.

     “Hellish but I love it, Master.  The wax burns for what seems like forever,” said Christine.

     “New Englands pure bees wax candles are best.  They hold their heat longer.  I buy mine from a little shop in Marblehead.  Theyre made on premises by two elderly sisters,” said Lex stopping a moment to allow the pool of melted wax surrounding the wick to grow.

     “Ill remember that, Master,” said Christine thinking that once she had lost all the weight, she would go to the shop Lex mentioned and make a purchase then beg Maurice to burn her.

     “Of course, while the tits and knee pits are extremely sensitive, the arm pit is even more so,” said Lex tilting a large splash of wax onto Christines armpit surprising her.

    The effect was instantaneous, loud screams as she twisted and contorted her body.

    “Its worse for women because they shave there,” said Lex covering the other armpit in molten wax.

    “Oh God it hurts, Master,” cried Christine reacting to the sensation that her most sensitive tissue was suffering the flames of hell fire.

    “But you deserve to be burned, dont you slut” asked Lex once more dropping wax on Christines now inflamed areola.

    “Yes, Master, I deserve to be burned,” said Christine almost out of her mind with pain.

    “Because you had sex with Dina Kramer and her husband.  Did you eat her pussy?” asked Lex torturing the other breast.

    “Yes, Master,” said Christine between sobs.

    “Would you bring her here to perform cunnilingus in front of the cameras?”

    “Yes, Master if shell come,” said Christine.

    Conversation ceased for the next few minutes as Lex applied the wax to various parts of Christines body.  Christine totally lost control when he unexpectedly covered her clitoris in wax.  Lex sat on the edge of the bed smiling as the sweated covered woman writhed in pain.

     “Ready to move on,” asked Lex holding a bottle of water to Christines lips.  He had put the candle out moments ago.

     “Yes, Master, I am ready for whatever Master desires.  Please shock me.”

     “I will but before we connect you to Mr. Franklins discovery, I plan to indulge a fetish of mine,” said Lex standing up.

     Christine watched as Lex moved the cameras to where they were focused on the soles of her feet. 

     “There is nothing more beautiful than a womans foot,” said Lex as he leaned down to kiss Christines instep.  Christine relaxed as Lex spent the next few minutes kissing and licking her feet. He methodically sucked all ten toes as he stroked his cock.  She watched as he combined foot worship with masturbation.  Surprisingly for such a large masculine person, he made child-like cooing sounds while his mouth made love to her feet.  Christine had experienced various forms of body worship before.  It was a fetish she did not personally relate to but she remained quiet willing for him to find pleasure in whatever pleased him.

     “The soles of the feet are also incredibly sensitive,” said Lex walking to the chest and retrieving a small flexible cane.

    “Oh God, no,” whimpered Christine knowing what was about to happen.  Where candle torture was new to her, foot torture was not.  One of the professors on her doctoral thesis committee had whipped her there.  He had tied her across his desk, produced a rapier thin bamboo cane and whipped the soles until she was hysterical.  She recalled the pain as beyond awful.

     Without hesitating, Lex landed the cane on her exposed instep.  The agony was so sharp and unexpected instead of a scream Christine screeched like a bird.

     Lex raised the whip-like cane.  “For being an adulterous whore, you will receive ten lashes on the soles of your feet.”

     “Please no, Master,” said Christine recalling how much it hurt when she had allowed Professor Kronenberg to celebrate the committees approval of her thesis by whipping the soles of her feet.  It had been a terrible experience and the Professor was elderly, almost infirm where Lex was the epitome of athletic conditioning.  Still, Christine was totally helpless as Lex shouted, “One” and brought the cane into action.  The whirring sound of the cane disturbing the air ended in a loud smack followed by Christines full-throated cry for mercy.

    Lex immediately switched to the other foot as he alternated giving the sole time to recover while its counterpart experienced the agony of having a whip like piece of bamboo land on a very sensitive place.   The pain proved too much for Christine and she fainted as the count reached ten.  When she came to, Lex was standing by the bed holding her ankles in one hand as he jerked himself off with the other.  Semen squirted on the soles of her foot as Lex climaxed.  He used his cock head to smear the fluid over the bottoms of both feet before he reattached them to her wrists.

     “Lick me clean, slut,” said Lex placing his cock at Christines mouth?

     “Yes, Master,” said Christine applying her tongue to the task.

     “Are you ready to experience the agony and ecstasy of Ohms Law?  My last subject said it was the most painful torture she had ever experienced and she claimed to be a secret member of New Yorks Hellfire Club,” said Lex.

     “Hit me with your best shock.”


***

          “What is that, Master,” asked Christine rising up to see Lex carefully inserting a thin metal rod into the opening of her urethra?

     “Its called a sound probe or just a sound in medical parlance,” said Lex holding up one of the shiny objects.  “Sound in this case refers to the acting of taking a sounding or measuring a depth as opposed to noise.  I bought these from a medical supply house.  Theyre made in Germany of surgical steel.”

     “What are they used for,” asked Christine?

     Lex held up two leather cases containing different types of the instruments.  “Doctors use them to unblock or enlarge the urinary tract.  Women and men have very different shaped tracts so men require these longer ones with a J-curve.  Sounds for women are shorter and almost straight.  I plan to insert this inside your urinary track.  This small bulb will be in your bladder.  Electricity will create a line of pain that stretches from your pee hole down to your piss.  Urine having a high salt content is an excellent conductor.   The pain will radiate outward through your abdomen.  Youll beg me to stop.”

     Christine felt the metal rod slowly travel down her urethra.  “It feels strange, Master.”

     Lex picked up a tuning fork struck it against the nightstand then touched it to the end of the probe sticking out from Christine.  “I bet that feels even stranger.”

     “Yes, Master, definitely weird,” said Christine struggling to cope with the intense sensation.

     “Its vibrating at four hundred hertz all the way down your urinary tract to your bladder,” said Lex attaching a copper wire to the end of the probe.  “But where the tuning fork is mildly stimulating, a healthy dose of high voltage is something else entirely.”

     “This is for your rectum,” said Lex holding up another shiny metal device except it was much larger with a rounded bulb on one end and a T-shaped handle at the other. He covered the rounded end with the contents of a tube labeled Surgical Lubricant.  “Its also a medical instrument slightly modified for purposes of electro torture.”

     “It feels heavy inside my bowels, Master,” said Christine reacting to the sensation that a weighty metal object was traveling up her rectum into her bowels.  She could feel the pressure of the bulb inside her.

     “It weighs over a kilogram, twelve inches of high quality German chrome steel.  A slightly smaller version goes in your vagina,” said Lex forcing the bulb past her opening.

    “Now, I can feel both of them inside me, Master.  Its a very unusual sensation.”

    “In just a minute or two, you will feel electrical energy passing between them,” said Lex grabbing the very tip of Christines nipple in a Kelly hemostat.  He ignored her obvious pain as he stretched the nipple outward then placed an adjustable metal ring at the base of the nipple and closed it then released the hemostat.  He quickly repeated the procedure with her other nipple.

     “A man with a foot fetish would never neglect a slaves toes,” said Lex as he placed metal rings around the base of her largest and smallest toes.

    “And of course, we cant neglect the little man in the boat,” said Lex grabbing the tip of Christines clit in a hemostat to stretch it outward before allowing an alligator clamp to snap shut on the base of her clitoris.  Christine screamed as the metal bit into the nerve dense tissue.  Christines body was covered with wire leading to an electrical control box.

     “The only problem with electrical torture is that is takes considerable effort to ready the slave,” said Lex as he connected the leads to a control box.  “Its a patient mans form of S&M.”

     “You slave Christine is grateful Master is willing to take the time to torture her with electricity.”

     Lex flipped a switch and turned a dial slightly.  “I need to perform a low voltage check of the connections.  Can you feel anything, slave?”

     “Yes, a slight buzzing in my left breast, Master.”

     “Good,” said Lex flipping more switches.  “How about now?”

     “Right breast, Master,” said Christine.

     Moments later, all the connections had been verified.

     “Open wide,” said Lex pressing a block of black rubber between Christines lips.  “We wouldnt want you to bite your tongue off.”

     Christine opened her mouth to accept the hard rubber.  Lex wedged it between her molars.

     “It wont stop you from screaming.  The sound of you screaming is very important when I have some friends over to watch your video.”

     Christine watched as Lex made a final check.

      “Well start with your urethra sound,” said Lex throwing a switch as he slowly turned a dial. 

     For a few seconds, all Christine experienced was a tingling sensation.  Seconds later, it became painful and then it was a new form of pain that was so undeniable she threw her head back and screamed with all her vocal energy.

     “Everyone says that the urinary tract does not like electrification,” said Lex jiggling with the dial sending waves of agony that reached from the very opening of Christines urethra down into her full bladder.

     “From here on I follow a preset program of torturing individual body parts then combinations of two parts next three and finally four.  Fours the most this control box will handle.  They make one that will go up to eight but its quite expensive and human beings dont have eight places that interest me. Ready to be punished, slave, for your sluttish behavior,” asked Lex placing a neatly typed sheet of instructions on the bed.

     “Yes, Master,” said Christine barely audible through the rubber gag.

     “Good, because a few minutes from now, you will be begging me to stop or even kill you,” said Lex flipping the switch labeled LB for left breast then turning the dial.  Lex slowly stroked his cock as Christine screamed while she twisted her body and looked at him with desperate eyes bulging from their sockets.


***

   

     “That was incredible,” said Christine handing Lex back the joint she had just inhaled.  Christine moved down in the bed to Lexs midsection and lifted his cock to her lips.  “I want to thank you in my own way.”

     “Electro torture of the sexual organs is not for everyone,” said Lex closing his eyes as the tip of Christines tongue flicked across his piss hole.  “By the way, youre pretty incredible yourself.”

     “Are many of your partners willing to be electrically stimulated?”

     “Hard to say since I dont keep a spreadsheet of likes and dislikes.  But most women are not into S&M.  Theyre looking for simple pleasure not pain.”

     “To me, pain is pleasure,” said Christine lifting Lexs cock to suck on his balls

     “I love having my nuts sucked,” said Lex.

     “Most men do,” said Christine licking the ridge of skin at the base of Lexs scrotum.  “Raise up a little further and Ill tongue fuck your ass?”

     “A rim queen, thats unusual, something few of my female partners are willing to perform,” said Lex pulling his knees to his chest exposing her anus.

     “Aha, female partners, perhaps a slip of a tongue not up your ass, you have male partners too I assume,” asked Christine before passing her tongue over the wrinkled flesh of his anus?  She paused a moment to savor the aroma and taste.

    “No, strictly hetero so far, unlike many of my fellow male trainers.  You have the most talented mouth,” said Lex his sphincter responding to Christines tongue.

    “So youre a straight man in a gay profession,” said Christine placing a finger on the center of Lexs anus.

    “Im just saying personal trainers tend to be body centric individuals and there are a fair percentage of gay and lesbians,” said Lex.

    “So when I put my finger in your ass, you dont consider it homoerotic?”

    “Just erotic,” said Lex experiencing the pleasure of her index finger entering his rectum.

    “And if I make it two fingers.”

    “More erotic, as long as its not someones cock,” said Lex after he moaned from the sensation of having his sphincter stretched to accommodate two of Christines fingers.

    “Even when I massage your prostate,” asked Christine gently pressing the pads of her fingers against the walnut sized gland?

     “Wow, where did you learn to do that,” asked Lex?

     “A medical student taught me,” said Christine.

     “Education is a wonderful thing.”

     “Now close your eyes and relax while I express my sincere gratitude for your excellent training.  I want you to cum in my mouth while I massage your prostate.”

        

***


     “Here,” said Christine handing her panty and the felt tip pen back to Lex.

    “You must think Im weird,” said Lex dropping Christines signed and dated panty into a dresser drawer along with the others.

    “Ive known weirder,” said Christine snuggling against Lex when he returned to the bed.

    “Really, example, please?”

    “In undergrad, there was a girl in my dorm who kept an old mayonnaise jar of used condoms in her mini-fridge. After each fuck, she would knot the rubber and freeze it.  She ran out of freezer space by the time the school year ended.”

     “I picture her somewhere in suburbia leaving her Health Club twirling a used safe around her fingers heading home to a twenty cubic foot upright,” said Lex.  

     “I prefer to swallow.  The taste is divine,” said Christine kissing Lexs cheek.  “So how many drawers of knickers do you own?”

     “Never counted but there must be thousands considering the storage boxes in the basement and the warehouse space I rent,” said Lex.

     “Braggart,” said Christine.

     “Would you be interested in a different kind of weight loss program if it had the potential to transform you body and soul,” asked Lex?

     “Transform me how?”

     “Into a more sexually aggressive and assertive person.  Youd also lose more weight than you would in the program youre currently in.  Plus there would be other benefits.”

     “What other benefits?”

     “Youd learn about macrobiotic cooking and how to increase your sexual pleasure employing Tantric Yoga,” said Lex gently pulling and twisting Christines nipple.  “Theres also plenty of the type of sex you like.”

    “How long does it last?”

    “Its total immersion. Eight intensive weeks at a facility, actually we call it the Farm in New Hampshire.  Peter runs it as a sort of hobby.”

     “Its Peters farm,” asked Christine?

     “Yes, he designed the entire program.  Its part health club, part boot camp, and part re-education center.  Women who attend claim it changed their lives.   If youre interested, I could give you the names of previous attendees as references,” said Lex taking Christines nipple in his mouth.

    “Do you stay there the entire eight weeks,” asked Christine reaching between her legs to stroke her sex?

    “Yes, if you leave you forfeit the fee, no exceptions.”

    “I suppose Genevieve could mind Michael and suck his fathers cock for me while Im away,” said Christine turning to kiss Lex.

    “Theres a new class starting Monday. They only take eight students.  When I spoke with Peter yesterday, there was one vacancy.”

    “Ill have to ask Maurice but Im sure hell agree.  He desperately wants me slimmed down for his sisters wedding,” said Christine.

    “Ive got to have you one more time,” said Lex climbing between Christines legs.

    “I need a good hard pounding in both holes.  Use this,” said Christine handing Lex a pillow as she raised her hips off the bed.

    “And a good pounding you will get,” said Lex sliding the pillow under Christines rear.

    “Will I get a good pounding at the Farm,” asked Christine placing her legs around Lexs waist.

     “Definitely,” said Lex positioning his cockhead in her vaginal opening.  “You will be pounded unmercifully.”

     “And will my tender flesh feel the lash of the whip when I disappoint my Master,” said Christine exhaling as Lexs cock slowly traveled nine inches plus inside her vagina.

    “You will be whipped multiple times each day.”

    “Sounds like eight weeks of bliss,” said Christine using her legs to grind her sex against Lexs muscular groin.


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