“I remember,” she said, smiling at his touch.

“Maybe next time I’ll turn you black and blue to go along with your red.”

“I’d like that, Sir. If I can’t see colors, I’d at least like to be colors.”

“That’s my girl.” He slapped her bottom right on the reddest spot and she released another cry of pain and shock. Reaching up, he released the snap hook and her arms fell to her sides. Cara herself nearly fell to the floor but Robert caught her just in time. He picked her up and threw her roughly onto the bed. While she grimaced in discomfort from her welts, Robert positioned her between the bed posts, her hips right at the edge of the mattress.

“Rope,” he said to The Mistress with the authority of a doctor demanding a scalpel from his faithful nurse.

“Coming right up.”

The Mistress dug into her toy bag and pulled out two lengths of silk rope. While Robert tied Cara’s right ankle to one bed post, The Mistress tied her left ankle to other. Her legs formed a V. She couldn’t close her thighs to hide herself even if she wanted to. And as wet as she appeared, Cara clearly didn’t want to.

“What would you suggest I do to this little slut of mine, Mistress?” Robert asked as he gave his wife an appraising look.

“She did take the beating beautifully. Perhaps she’s earned a little of this.” The Mistress pulled a large phallic-shaped vibrator out of her bag and covered it in a condom.

“Or maybe a lot of this...” Robert took the vibrator, turned it on to a medium setting and pressed it to Cara’s clitoris. She flinched again but this time in obvious pleasure.

“Shall I help make this more interesting?” The Mistress offered, pulling a set of nipple clamps from her bag.

“By all means.”

The Mistress ran a hand over Cara’s breast while Robert continued to massage her clitoris and outer labia with the vibrator while Cara pleaded for penetration. Such a tease. He was damn good at this.

With fingers that knew exactly how to touch a woman, The Mistress kneaded Cara’s nipple until it swelled and hardened. She carefully applied one nipple clamp and let it dangle provocatively from her breast. The other nipple clamp provoked an even stronger reaction.

“I have rope and clothespins if you get in the mood for a zipper.” The Mistress gazed mischievously at Robert.

“We’ll have to save something for next time. Zipper sounds good for a second session.”

“A zipper?” Cara asked, her voice flush with fear and desire, a combination The Mistress had come to think of as the sound of submission.

Robert pressed the tip of the vibrator an inch into his wife.

“You get thin rope and thread it through clothespins,” he explained. “You take the clothespins and put them all over the sub’s body. Then you take the end of the rope and yank. It’s excruciating.”

“I do them all the time,” The Mistress said. “I’ll even give you my spare bag of pins. You know...for next time.”