1. Sisterhood of Sin -- 17 -- Retaliation Station


    Date: 10/30/2017, Categories: Crossdressing, Author: LastWife, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    "You're an unholy fuckin' bastard. Fuck you, the horse you rode in on, the blacksmith who shod him, and the priest who baptized him." Dan pauses the movie, comes into our bedroom and switches off the vibrating egg that he previously stuffed up my ass. Then he returns and resumes the movie and turns the volume on the home theater system up. That's the worst part about this torture session. He knows I really wanted to watch that movie with him. We are both suckers for really good suspenseful mystery thrillers and this is supposed to be a really exceptionally good one, except I'm not watching it with him. He's completely ruining it for me by playing it loud enough so I can hear it while he's out in the living room watching it on DVD. I have to give him credit for making this part of my torture so personal without being sexual. We both love discussing movies we've just seen together, picking apart their flaws, commenting on how we might have done something differently, helping each other understand something some aspect from a different perspective, or just reveling in the satisfaction of really good plot twists or exceptional cinematography. It's a very enjoyable compatibility. It connects us intellectually in a way that is very satisfying emotionally. I deserve this punishment. I just didn't think Dan would be so fucking good at this. I have a way out, actually two ways out, but I won't use either of them. Neither would be worse than this, but I'm enjoying this too much. I'm ...
    actually reveling in this odd combination of physical, mental, and emotional torture. But I have started this story at the wrong point. During the week since his last experience from his courage jar, I heard from both his former mistress and his new mistress. Both said that he was different, that he had a lot on his mind, and had trouble focusing. Dee, who has known him the longest, said that he seemed 'haunted' by something. Faun said that he seemed distracted while fucking her with unusual force. The evening started like our past Freaky Friday evenings had started, with a good meal, a lot of nervousness, and in my case, preparation in the bathroom for possible anal penetration. He phrased my attire for the evening as a request, but I took it as a demand. It was my turn to submit to his desires. I wore the same Catholic schoolgirl outfit that I had worn the week before, but he had made it naughtier by adding fishnet stockings that required a garter belt, instead of the traditional little girl kneesox. He also requested that I wear the atrociously tawdry crotchless panties that he had bought me for Valentine's Day early in our marriage. I had refused to wear them before, because they were far too sleasy. They had remained at the back of my lingerie drawer and I was surprised he had even remembered them. That made me feel kind of bad, because wearing them was a simple something that I could have done to please him during our bad years. I had already agreed to mock bondage during ...
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