Black Marks 2 - Chapter 2

ASHLEY

I set Ian to work with the vacuum cleaner in our living room like Marcie asked me to. Then I go to find her in our bedroom. But when I reach the en suite, I hear the shower running so she must be in there.

I’m disappointed she didn’t want to answer the front door to him when he arrived, nor give him his instructions herself. I like it when she’s enthusiastic about what she puts the guy through. But on the other hand, it seems she is freshening herself up and getting changed before he’s in front of her. And she did get him to buy a new whip for her before coming here this week. So hopefully she’s planning something special.

“Marce,” I knock on the bathroom door and now she’s singing inside, “OK if I come in?”

“As long as you don’t have company,” she calls back.

“He’s in the living room,” I say and push the door open. I close it again behind me.

The room is steamy despite the extractor fan and it smells of fruity shower gel - like pear and oranges. On the other side of the frosted glass door, the water beats down over Marcie’s steam-cloaked body.

My trapped cock surges in the chastity belt. I can’t wait to get out of it again tonight and have sex. She kept me in this cage again all weekend. She made it a condition of agreeing to another visit from Ian. And tonight on a Monday.

I move closer to the shower and try to see more of her shape through the steam and glass.

“Are you dressing up a bit more for him tonight?” I ask, and I’ve been hoping all weekend that she’ll go for more than just the jeans she wore on his first visit here. Will you do what I’ve asked you to all week? Let him touch or kiss some part of your body. Let me see you tease him to the point of tears. The frustrated submissive who can never have my wife.

I wish I knew why this excites me almost as much as when Finn takes her.

“I haven’t decided what I’m wearing yet,” Marcie calls back and the shower valve creaks a little as she turns the water off.

I won’t push her about her outfit. Or about letting Ian kiss her feet or maybe even her butt cheeks. And not just because I don’t want to piss her off. I want her in a good mood to make sure the three of us have a hot ‘scene’ when Ian’s finished his chores. But I also don’t want to force her because I don’t want to remind her of what she’s pushing me to do. When Finn gets back at the weekend. That promise she made me give her.

Let another guy cum in my face. Man, I couldn’t. How would I ever live with myself after that? It’s one thing to have gone down on my wife last time after Finn had….but to let him cum in my face…

My chest pulls.

Marcie steps out of the shower naked with her long blonde hair transformed to something darker by the soaking. I gaze at the sweep of her glistening curves and a groan escapes my lips. She smiles but her blue eyes gesture at the towel rail so I reach for a fluffy one and hand it to her.

“You’re so hot,” I tell her as she rubs her hair and her bare boobs jiggle.

“So I better get dressed for my slave boys, hadn’t I?” she says and wraps the towel around her body, shielding her nudity again from my hungry eyes.

My dick throbs but Marcie leaves the bathroom. I shove a hand down into my jeans to tug the tough, transparent cage away from skin that feels more chafed with each passing day.

She knows how much it turns me on now when says that kind of thing. When she pretends to treat me no different than the guy who comes here to clean for us. The guy who will never have her. She knows how frantic I get now when she’s denied me for a few days. And I suspect she’s realizing the same as I am, that my excitement gets stronger every time she locks me.

Even though another part of me fucking hates my dick locked up like this. I need sex.

I follow her to our bedroom and it crosses my mind that although she hasn’t said so, she could be planning to keep me caged until the weekend when Finn comes back.

Except of course, that she’ll want it tonight after teasing Ian. Almost as much as I will. And even Marcie wouldn’t expect me to stay in chastity for a whole week. Even if she could manage without sex until Friday night. 

And man, I have to work eight to ten hours a day with scissors in my hands. I’d be a danger to my fucking clients before I even got to Wednesday. Never mind Friday.

Marcie sits at her dressing table with the towel around her and her hair dryer blowing through her damp, blonde hair.

I stand and watch her.

“Stop staring at me,” she eventually shouts above the dryer but she laughs too. “Go and supervise your friend,” she gestures at the door.

“I’d sooner stay and watch you,” I grip the front of my pants and the chastity belt inside, I pull the thing away some more from my balls and cock.

“We can’t leave him by himself all night,” Marcie yells.

“He’ll be OK,” I shake my head and admire her cleavage above the towel, “He always does exactly what he’s told.”

“I wish you would sometimes,” Marcie laughs and she turns off the dryer. Then she stands and with her lush hair falling around her shoulders she pulls the towel away from her body.

“Fucking hell Marce,” I shake my head and gaze from her full breasts with their perfect pink nipples and then down past her flat belly, her gorgeous shaved slit, to her long, supple legs. Then all the way back up again.

She approaches me wearing only her grin but then she turns her back on me.

“Mmm,” she murmurs over her shoulder and she nestles her warm bare buttocks against my caged groin.

“Oh Marcie,” I hold the sides of her bare hips and quiver with need for her.

“Did he get me the new whip?” she asks over her shoulder. She rubs her ass gently into my confined cock and balls and her freshly-washed and dried hair is fragrant in my face. Hair that’s once more so blonde that it’s almost white.

“Yeah,” I gasp and peer down at the dark split between her pale cheeks as she grinds gently against me. “It’s like a riding crop,” I say, “same as that one Finn borrowed before.”

“Mmm,” she murmurs and rubs her butt up and down a little harder on my helpless, numbed genitals.

I burrow my face into the back of her scented hair and kiss the top of her shoulders. I reach around her to feel her tits but she slaps my hand away. She laughs though and continues to grind her buttocks into me.

She’s really started getting off doing this sort of thing to me.

“Go and check on what he’s doing out there,” she says over her shoulder, “Let me get dressed. You’re the one who wanted him here.”

My phone rings in my back pocket and I step back and away from the torment of my wife’s heated behind and pull out my phone.

Phil?

“I better take this,” I say and I leave Marcie in our bedroom. I need to find out why he’s called before I tell her he has.

“Hey, Phil,” I answer quietly in the hall. I reach down into my pants to adjust the grip of the chastity belt on my still-agitated cock.

This is the guy who Marcie says is ‘even better’ in bed than Finn.

“Hey, Champ. Long time no speak. How’s it hanging? Apologies for not being in touch in a while,” he says in that deep southern drawl of his. “Things been mad busy. On-site, and my new home and with the new clubs coming on stream for Richmond.”

“I bet,” I say and clear my throat. I haven’t seen the guy since he and Finn took my wife at the same time on that big red bed in the adult club dungeon.

In front of me and Ian.

“I didn’t want to speak to Marcie before you and I talked first,” he says.

What does he want?

I visualize my wife writhing on that kinky red bed between this guy and Finn, two of them all over her while Ian and I watched. He and I both chained to the foot of the bed. Other amused onlookers aware that I was the ‘Scandinavian’ beauty’s cuckold husband.

My disabled dick twitches in it’s shell.

“That little lady of yours made a huge impression on a lot of people on her first visit to Richmond’s club.”

“Oh,” I say, and don’t know whether I should feel pride or something completely different .

“We don’t get many women through there who are as good with a whip as they are on their hands and knees,” Phil chuckles. “Not when they’re drop-dead gorgeous like your wife. She seemed to enjoy herself in the dungeon too, right?”

“I guess,” I say and cough. Does he remember how hard and how many times he and Finn made her cum that night?

“We touched on it back then, but Richmond and I are still keen to have her in a regular dominatrix role there. Particularly now with the party season on the horizon.”

What the fuck would that involve? I want to ask that exact question but I can’t get my words out.

“I hear the pair of you still have a lot of expense to get that big house of yours straight? Well, maybe some extra income could help you with that. And between me and you Champ, we’ll pay for her time with or without Finn’s involvement. Whichever way you and her prefer it.”

Is he plotting behind Finn’s back?

Or maybe he’s mentioned this to Finn and the lodger told him he doesn’t want my wife to go back there.

“Look, I know how much you enjoy watching Marcie lord it over that other subbie guy you and her befriended,” Phil says, “Well, imagine watching her do the same thing to several of them a night on a regular basis. Subbie girls too. And getting well-paid in the process.”

I can imagine it. Vividly. But she’d never do it.

“I’m coming down your way again as soon as I can and then the three of us can discuss it. Terms too. Meantime, if you like the idea of watching her in an occasional professional role Champ - and I know how much you like to watch your girl - then maybe give a little serious thought to how we could entice her?”

“I don’t know,” I mumble and try to juggle mental images of my wife dressed up and prowling around like a blonde Catwoman in front of strangers, and then with the look on her face if I suggested she do something like that for cash.

“Give it some thought ahead of us getting together,” Phil says, “You can be sure the money on offer from Richmond will be good. And obviously, you’d always be more than welcome to come with her whenever she’s working. Play whatever part you want in the dungeon.”

“I’ll think about it,” I say and I’m shaking both at the nerve of this guy and a terrible excited sense of dread.

I could never again put myself through what I did that last time in their club. And especially not now Marcie likes me in chastity for longer periods. Who knows what kind of shit I might do?

“If you prefer to tell her I’ve called,” he says, “then maybe you want to prime her about what I’ve told you.”

I peer down the hall at our bedroom door but it’s still closed.

“You could sound her out for me, and if you get any useful feedback, give me a call before the three of us sit down?”

“Right,” I say as if I agree, but I’m still shocked by what I’ve heard. Shocked that he’s called at all like this after so long.

“I’ll get myself booked in for one of your super fade trims too when I’m back down there,” Phil chuckles, “Get myself a fresh look before that super sexy wife of yours sees me again.”

“Yeah, right,” I try to laugh.

Phil hangs up and I stuff the phone back into my pocket with my head spinning and my face on fire. I know when we were at their club he and his boss mentioned Marcie potentially working there. But I assumed they were just being polite, because she was being publicly fucked.

Do they honestly think my wife would go on the payroll of somewhere like that?

I take a deep breath and head back to our bedroom.

“Woah,” I gape and all thought of Phil drains away at the sight in front of me. Marcie in a tiny denim mini skirt. And a tight black top that shows a lot of cleavage.

She even put eyeliner on.

“Like it?” she twirls around in the mirror.

She’ll drive Ian wild.

“Who was on the phone?” she asks and steps into a pair of black heels. Her long bare legs look incredible.

Heels too though. She’s pushing the boat out to tease him tonight.

“Phil,” I say and cross the room to pull her to me. I grind my caged groin into her. Waves of delicious frustration wash through me and make me sweat.

“Phil?” Marcie’s eyebrows rise and she peers right at me, “What did he want?”

“A haircut when he comes back. Amongst other things,” I say but don’t want to get into everything he said right now. I want to keep her focused on tonight. And my focus is pulled down to her bare legs in the little skirt. I reach down and caress her thighs. “Ian will go out of his mind when he sees you dressed like this.”

And so would Finn if you dress this way at the weekend.

“When is he back?” she continues to peer at me.

Is she looking forward to seeing him too?

“He’s not sure yet,” I shake my head and kiss the side of her neck. My palms caress her hips.

“You’d better go check on Ian,” Marcie gestures at the door, “and if he’s finished the living room he can come here. Bring the new whip.”

In a daze and with my cock pressed tight against the cage bars I leave the room to find our visitor.

He’s in Finn’s bathroom, knelt near the toilet and now stripped down to his underwear.

Pink underpants.

I didn’t tell him to take his clooothes off but after the last time, I guess he assumed it.

What the fuck are the pink pants all about?

The padlock of his chastity belt clacks on the bars of the cage as he wipes the base of Finn’s toilet.

“Ian,” I clear my throat and he looks up.

My face burns. Are we really so different from one another, me and this pathetic guy cleaning the bathroom of my wife’s lover?

“Marcie wants you in the bedroom.”

“Right,” he says and climbs to his feet. His face flushes, “should I finish Master Finn’s room later?” he asks with a hand shielding his pants and the bulge of his chastity belt.

“I guess,” I shrug and not for the first time the madness of my life slaps me in the face.

Two guys locked in chastity by my wife.

“She wants the whip you bought too.”

I grip the stiff, black leather riding crop he gives me and then lead the semi-naked man down our hallway toward our room. His bare feet patter on the tiles behind me and his labored breathing quickens. I seriously hope Marcie doesn’t get him to lick my mess off my chest like she did last time he came here, Horny as I am to cum, that particular scene wasn’t one I want to repeat any time soon.

But if she makes that a condition of letting me out…

“Mmm, look at you in those pretty pink pants,” Marcie points at him and giggles when we reach our room. “They’re the same color as your chastity belt,”  she struts toward him on her heels.

"I bought them especially…,” Ian mumbles and stands frozen with his hands at his sides and his breathing fast but shallow. His head bows but his eyes peer up in adoration as my wife approaches him.

“I hope you haven’t tried to play with what’s inside these lacey bits,” she murmurs near his ear and eases a hand down into his pants.

Fuck, Marce. She’s feeling him up.

Ian whimpers, like a combination of dull pain and sheer ecstasy. The nipples on his flabby man-boobs stand to attention.

“Wait here,” Marcie says to him and she withdraws her hand.

Ian gasps.

“I’ve got a wicked idea,” she smiles at me as she takes the whip from my hand and then sashays over to her dressing table. “But I think you should take your clothes off too, Ash. Like my other slave.”

Oh, man.

Maybe I could argue. Maybe I could suggest some alternative, or refuse. But I’m as hypnotized by my wife as the third person in our bedroom is and I pull my shirt off over my head.

My nipples stand on end just like his.

“Everything,” Marcie looks back from playing with one of her lipsticks and she eyes my pants.

I nod my head and undo my belt.

I love it too much when she treats me this way.

I toss my pants after my shirt, onto the floor in the corner of our room.

Marcie returns to Ian with the whip in one hand and her lipstick in the other.

What the hell is she doing?

“I do like this new implement,” she swipes the air with the whip and it fizzes.

Ian shudders.

Marcie props the weapon under one arm and tells Ian to pucker his lips. “You need lipstick if you’re wearing pink pants,” she grins at him and then carefully traces around his mouth with the little red lipstick.

Fucking hell, Marce.

Ian’s face is almost the same color as his lips.

“There,” she stands back, “What do you think Ash?”

“I don’t know,” I mumble and try to make sense of what she’s just done.

“You should have rouge on too for that drag queen look,” she says to him, “Another time maybe. And I’ll make you buy a wig too if you come here again. You can be a slave girl instead of a slave boy.”

“Whatever you say Mistress Mar..”

She cuts him short with a fast movement and a blow from the whip. Across his left side.

“Uhh, thank you, Mistress Marcella,” his twisted mouth looks demented, like the fucking Joker with the lipstick around it.

She hits him again and leaves a deep pink welt on his hip. Then again and he hollers.

“Did Mistress hurt you?” she pouts at him but then her free hand is back down inside the front of his pants.

Ian whimpers and bites his lip.

I know I asked her to get more physical with him, but seeing it like this it twists my belly.

“Come on Ash,” she smiles over her shoulder at me, “Don’t be left out.”

“My two slave-boys,” she purrs as I reach her, me even nuder than Ian, “Well slave-boy and girl.” She tosses the whip onto the bed beyond us and then cups my bare testicles too with her other hand.

I gasp in chorus with Ian’s whines as we’re both felt up.

“My chaste slaves with their sexy chastity belts,” Marcie says to me.

“Yes, Mistress Marcie,” Ian replies for me, exhaling hard, his chest rising and falling fast.

“Because that’s what you are, isn’t it? ‘Boys’ at best. You’re not men. Mmm,” she kneads my shackled testicles, “Not like Finn. Or Phil.”

Oh, Marcie. I fondle her nearest hip through her little skirt

Marcie lets go of our genitals and struts back over to her dresser in her heels. She opens one of the drawers there and picks something out. She holds it up between an index finger and thumb.

The chastity belt key.

“So Ashley thinks you should be rewarded tonight Ian,” she says to him and she tugs his pink pants down his thighs.

“Uhh,” he whines and his shoulders shake. His pink chastity belt drools pre-cum

“What do you think, slave girl? Do you deserve a reward?”

“I don’t know Mistress Marcella, whatever you say.”

“Hmm. Fetch that towel,” she gestures at the discarded bath towel she used earlier, “Spread that on the edge of my bed and then sit on it. “Would you like to see me with a man again slave girl?”

“Oh yes please Mistress,” Ian mumbles as he lays the towel out on the near end of the bed and sits on it. “Is this OK, Mistress?” he looks up at my wife with his Chastity belt partly gleaming under our bedroom light.

“Uh-huh,” she says and then sits on his lap with an arm around his neck.

Fuck.

Ian’s face turns beetroot red and his body quivers.

He can’t look at her.

“So shall we unlock your little pecker and give you some relief?” Marcie holds the chastity belt key in his face and her eyebrows rise.

“If it pleases you, Mistress Marcella.”

“It might,” she shrugs, “We’ll see.” She slides off his lap and down to her knees right in front of him.

Marcie, what the fuck?

I tug at my own belt with both hands.

She leans over his groin with her long blonde hair draped on his bare thighs and she twists the key in the padlock.

He looks like he’s going to pass out.

“There,” she smiles up at him and then leans back and away, “Take it off so I can get at it.”

‘Get at it’? She’s going to…

Ian winces as he peers down between his legs and pulls the pieces of his chastity belt apart. They drool and drip with strings his pre-cum. His dick is far from big, but it’s stiff and stands upright and eager in my wife’s face.

“Eew,” Marcie grimaces, “Don’t you dare get any of that mess on this bed. Ash, bring him some tissue so he can wipe his dirty little thing.”

Like a robot, I turn away and then from her dresser, I tug two then three squares of paper from the box on the top. I hand them to her.

Still on her knees, Marcie peers between Ian’s legs and dabs at his cock with them. “Here, she says to him, “clean it some more for me.”

Ian nods and takes the paper, then trembling he wipes all around his erection.

“Mmm,” Marcie smiles and she reaches for his stumpy tool, “That’s better.”

“Oh Mistress,” he murmurs as her fingers tighten around his shaft.

She’s on her knees playing with his dick. She’s never done that. Fuck, Marcie.

“Is this what you wanted Ash?” She asks over her shoulder, “Is this what you wanted me to see me do?”

She’s not giving him head? Not Ian. No fucking way.

I move closer.

Marcie purses her lips and blows her breath all over his balls and then she peels back the skin on his stumpy dick, and strokes it in her face.

“Oh thank you, thank you so much Mistress,” he squeezes his eyes shut and his whole body shudders.

“Mmm, this is very hard, isn’t it?”

Ian cries out and Marcie scampers backward out of the way.

His head and shoulders slump forward and he clutches his spewing dick with both hands.

It was too much for him.

“Fuck, come on Marcie,” I need it now,” I grip my chastity belt, “I’m desperate after watching you do that.”

“Who said you were coming out of yours?” Marcie climbs up and comes to me. She takes my trapped balls into the same hand that she used to bring Ian off and she squeezes them. She plants kisses on the side of my neck.

“Please, Marce?” I whimper and sound almost as hopeless as Ian earlier.

“Nu-huh,” she shakes her blonde hair and then the fingers of her other hand pinch my nipples. “I want you to wait until the weekend when Finn gets here,” she kisses my neck again and massages my balls, “I want you really desperate on Friday. Right now I want to test my new whip out some more while he tidies up for us in here. I’ll let you watch.”

Author's Notes

Where do you believe Ash and Marcie are headed if their relationship with one another (and with Ian) continues the same way? And what about Traders? Should Ash encourage Marcie to get involved there, or do everything in his power to prevent it?

It would be great to get your input about the chapter in the comments below.

Next week's double 'Black Marks 2' episode, the frustrated Wes gets a surprise visit and invitation while his wife Amelia has a revelation..

And then the following week (22nd Nov.) we'll be back with 'Lanie Comes Of Age' and one huge event for McKenzie's cab driver Dad, Trevor.

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