niteowluk2003
06-01-2017, 05:57 AM
The Cat Club.
copyright©2017 Niteowluk2003.
Chapter one. What a turnaround…
Tracey and Steve had been married for six years when they realized they had fallen into the married trap. Both still loved each other very much indeed but work commitments and the striving to buy their own home had resulted in them only making love on a Friday night and instead of going clubbing as they had done before and immediately after their registry office wedding. Friday night had become less important to the hard working couple, now while Steve watched the early evening news, Tracey would take a long soak in the bath and their roles seemed to be reversed when the late evening news hit the TV station.
Mind you Tracey loved to soak in the bath and would frequently massage her 36 C breasts with their cherry tipped nipples which stood to attention with very little coaching. She still maintained her regular shaving of her cunt but now began wondering if even that was not just a waste of time as Steve rarely licked her cunt any more. On this night though, she slipped seamlessly into an erotic dream; not really aware of whether she was awake or not; and in this dream she was on a bed with Steve but Steve was tied up and unable to reach her.
I suppose out of loyalty she tried to reach out to untie Steve when sudden the hands of a stranger she could not see grabbed her by her shoulders and pressed her down into the mattress of the bed; the more she struggled the tighter the grip on her shoulders seemed to get. Now suddenly she felt her legs being pried apart; in the bath where she really was, her legs spread wider; she could only see the fair wavy hair of the head that now occupied the space between her legs.
But she definitely felt the hot breath on her erect clitoris and she shuddered with delight; in her day dream now she felt hands prying her arse cheeks apart and a finger stroking her anal rose bud at the same time more hands pinched and pulled at her nipples. Her breathing became rapid and shallow as her orgasm began to creep up on her. Now the head was using its imaginary tongue to probe her cunt lips and then suddenly she twitched as it flicked up across her clitoris.
Tracey was now gripped in her erotic daydream as her body trembled and her nerves twitched like a thousand electric shocks were travelling from all her senses to her brain. Now the head was fucking her cunt with its tongue and that tongue must have belonged to a lizard because she swore she could feel it licking at the entrance to her very womb. Without thinking Tracey now let out low whining noises as she surrendered to her mystery lover and moments later her body writhed in absolute joyous orgasm sending the bath water spilling over the rim of the bath and then in an instant it was all gone, the expectant orgasm left her drained but frustrated. In fact the only telltale sign of anything happening was the loads of water now on the bathroom floor.
Reluctantly Tracey dragged herself out of the bath and called out for Steve to bring her the mop and bucket from the utility room. She had to call out several times before she got a response from Steve. When he finally arrived he smiled at his naked wife and thought to himself that he knew that body so intimately and yet in never seemed to fail to arouse him so. Now he saw why she wanted the mop bucket and jokingly asked what had happened; for the first time in quite a while his beloved wife blushed; before telling him she slipped as she tried to get up and of course the water went absolutely everywhere. Whilst Tracey wrapped herself in her favorite white fluffy towel, Steve began mopping up the excess water on the bathroom floor.
Steve completed the mopping and asked seriously if Tracey was alright, she had not hurt herself in the slip in the bath; a blushing Tracey shook her head and said I am alright. Next Steve asked if she wanted to finish her bath and jokingly added that maybe he should examine her to make sure she was not turning into a wrinkled prune. Tracey lashed out with a playful swipe which Steve ducked easily. Tracey smiling now turned to Steve and told him as he made such a great maid then maybe he should empty the bath and clean it whilst she went to get dry and put some clothes on.
There was silence for a few minutes as Steve thought of a witty repost but instead he genuinely said, why bother putting anything on we are alone here tonight, why don’t I slip out of my clothes and we could snuggle up together on the sofa downstairs. Tracey quickly thought out that maybe she could release her frustration of not actually cumming by having a bit of sexy fun on the sofa. “Oh yeah Steve, that sounds great but let me put on at least my dressing gown as I would feel vulnerable to be totally naked whilst waiting for you to empty and clean the bath and then you would have to remove your clothes; What do you say?” She said.
It took Steve less than a split second to agree and it was only after Tracey had left the bathroom a thought suddenly hit Steve, How did it ended up with me cleaning up after her when it was her mess to start with; once again he had to admit he had been outsmarted by his wife. After cleaning the bath Steve headed for the bedroom and was surprised to find laid out on the bed was the fun French maid’s outfit he had bought for a laugh for Tracey’s last birthday. She had playfully chastised him and ended up saying she would never wear that for him so he ought to take it back and get his money back.
So if that was the case why was it now laid out on the bed and where was Tracey, after all it was her uniform so to speak. Ignoring the outfit he undressed grabbed his own dressing gown and came downstairs. As he reached the bottom of the stairs he saw the back of Tracey’s head above the back of the sofa, the lights were off and the flame effect gas fire flickered just like the real thing creating a strange hazy light. Suddenly Steve realized that part of that effect was the white screen of the TV in the corner, which he could not see from his current position. Entering the living room he slid onto the sofa beside his wife and glanced at the TV noting it was on the DVD playback channel but was showing only a blank screen. He nuzzled into Tracey’s neck and nibbled her ear, which produced the desired effect as Tracey moved her head to allow him to kiss her neck more easily.
Puzzled as to why the TV was on the blank white screen; as when he had answered Tracey call for help it had been left on a news channel. Suddenly Tracey slipped her hand inside Steve’s dressing gown and as soon as she felt bare flesh she pulled away. Now staring at him in a way he had never seen her use she said, “Where is the clothing I left out for you!”
Steve replied “I did not know you had left it out for me; as it was your size and not mine, therefore it would not have fitted me; besides I thought you were finally going to wear it when we went to bed!” Tracey said nothing but instead using her other hand she pressed play on the TV remote and the screen burst into life. Steve was shocked because immediately it was clear to him that this was a homemade sexual DVD. As it played it showed two women in a sixty nine position and clearly they were enjoying themselves. Tracey turned to face the shocked Steve and said I borrowed this from a girl at work; she told me it was genuinely a true homemade movie. Now Tracey moved her hand inside Steve’s dressing gown once more and sought out his semi hard cock. Lovingly she closed her hand around its girth and lightly began to stroke it.
As it hardened further she suddenly gripped it really tightly but was careful not to dig her sharp nails into it. Looking straight into Steve’s face she said, “There are going to be a few changes around here!” and she tightened even further her grip on his cock, “Firstly I am taking charge of anything sexual and if you don’t like it then you had better start looking to get your sex elsewhere! But be warned if you do then I will divorce you and make sure I have the evidence to take you to the cleaners!” she added.
Steve was caught between the pain he was feeling from his poor cock and the indignation of his sweet wife of six years now threatening him to demote him to being her skivvy, her slave and dependent on her whims as far as sex was concerned. Reluctantly he nodded his head as he said “Ok I agree!” Tracey squeezed even harder until Steve’s eyes actually began to water, just as if to prove her inner strength she quickly said, “You almost cry when I squeeze your puny cock like this but be warned because if you displease me I will squeeze your bollocks even harder than this and you know how much that would hurt!”
She now released his cock and knew there would be a tirade of questions, Steve would want answered. She held her hand up as if telling him silently to hold back on the questions and then she spoke, “From now on you will address me as mistress, you will do whatever I tell you to do and don’t think I won’t punish you if you disobey me!” Steve found himself nodding almost subconsciously.
“Now get the fuck back upstairs and put on the items I have laid out for you; and I mean everything I have put out!” Tracey snapped.
Steve quickly moved from the sofa and was half up the stairs when he suddenly thought what am I doing, I should call her bluff and challenge her, maybe even make her my submissive slut! Then suddenly the silence was broken by the stern tone of Tracey’s voice as she snapped “I am waiting, you fucking bitch!” Steve’s resistance seemed to instantly drain from him and he double his pace up the final few steps. Now in their bedroom he went through the things she had laid out for him and for down below he could hear the sounds of the DVD being played. He picked up the stockings first and as he began to slide them up his legs he began to feel something so strange to him. He actually began to feel sexy and when he tried the Basque he was amazed to find it fitted him if it was a little tighter than he would have liked.
It seemed everything fitted him snuggly and he suddenly realized he liked dressing in this way, he finally pulled up the lacey panties and struggled to get them over his now erect cock. From Downstairs He heard the threatening tones of his once sweet wife demanding he hurry up or face a severe punishment. In his hurry to get downstairs he nearly slipped twice upon the stairs but managed to keep his balance.
He now entered the living room and took his place again on the sofa until his wife turned to face him and pouted her lips as if she was going to kiss him, he moved his head forward to receive the kiss but this was all Tracey needed as quick as a flash her hand swipe a slap across Steve’s exposed facial cheek. “I never gave you permission to sit beside me at the same height as me, so get on the floor you wanker!” Tracey snapped. Steve had never heard Tracey swear more than once in a single day and usually the worst words she used was “fuck” but tonight in less than fifteen minutes she had used “Fucking bitch” and “Wanker”. He just could figure out what had changed so much in his wife.
Another slap brought him to his senses and he jumped off the sofa and sat alongside Tracey’s feet on the floor. Now he noticed Tracey was once more engrossed in the action on the TV screen and it was then that he saw Sandra, a woman who had been several times to his home. He could not believe she was wearing a similar Basque to the one now around his body, except there appeared to be no bra cups as her tits were clearly on display. Suddenly he saw her grab a man by a leash attached to a collar and drag him on his knees, out into the Centre of the room. Steve recognized the man to be Derek, Sandra’s husband. Now everyone there seemed to go silent and stop moving as one; then another woman he did not know escorted her man likewise on his knees, with a collar into the same area of the Centre of the room; Steve could not believe his eyes as the Derek approached the second man still being held by the woman and that man immediately stood up and the Derek began sucking the second man’s cock.
Even worse for Steve’s understanding, his mind was a whirl as he watched for the second man who was by now sporting a stiff cock then moved behind Derek and began rutting him as if fucking him up the arse. The camera angle changed and sure enough, it was now clear the second man was indeed fucking Derek’s arse. Steve managed to tear his attention away from the screen and asked, “You couldn’t want me to do such a disgusting thing as that, could you!” All of a sudden Tracey’s foot crashed against the side of his head and he was sent tumbling, Tracey spoke in a calm determined voice, “You worthless fucker, I told you; you should call me MISTRESS whenever you dare to speak to me.”
Shocked, stunned and hurt, Steve pulled himself back up on his knees and in almost a trembling voice he said, “Sorry, Mistress, please forgive me but the change in you is so stark and you know how much I love the old you!”
Tracey’s face turned red as if in a furious rage, “The old me, you mean the me that would not answer you back and give in meekly; so you controlled every situation?” she said, “Well I did not like the old me and now you will either love the new me and obey me or you can fuck off and I will sue you in the divorce courts as a puny poor excuse for a man who couldn’t satisfy a Eunuch” she added with determination.
Steve still shocked couldn’t think clearly; for he loved his wife but this new character was hard to take to. He knew he needed time to think things through but for now he simply nodded and waited to see what happened next. Now the scene on the TV seemed to reach its climax as all of a sudden the man fucking Derek pulled out and immediately Derek turned around and sucked the bare cock that had just been up his arse. Steve almost felt himself retching but thankfully he was not sick; just then the cock was pulled from Derek’s mouth and the woman holding the leash of the second man began stroking the man’s cock and suddenly there was spunk flying everywhere although the majority of it landed on Derek’s face. The unnamed man then knelt and licked up the spunk from Derek’s splattered face and then it was clear that Derek and this man were kissing open mouthed as they swopped spunk with their tongues. Then the scene faded to black and Tracey paused the DVD.
She spoke to Steve but not in the gentle old way she used to speak to him but now it was more aggressive and forceful as she explained that she had been talking to Sandra and had told her how unsatisfied she had become with their sex life. Sandra had suggested going to the Cat Club and rather naively Tracey had said, “What do cats have to do with my sex life?”
Sandra had smiled and pointed out that the Cat Club was nothing to do with felines but it was about the power women had with their pussy and they could hardly call it the pussy club could they. Tracey was intrigued and eventually after several days of pressing Sandra into revealing more, she had finally borrowed this DVD and the action they had just seen was Derek’s initiation into the Cat Club. Tracey without even looking at Steve said you too are going to be initiated into this club but as I don’t want you letting me down I will train you at home first.
Steve then spoke, “Mistress, what we do here at home is fine but you will never get me to perform like a circus animal and suck another man’s cock.” Tracey just smiled and said, “OK I admit it may be a step too far for a useless lover like yourself but think of the fun we can have as I teach you how to suck a cock; Here stand up and I will show you how an expert makes a cock rise and deliver its beautiful load!” Steve stood up and moved in front of Tracey, as he opened his dressing gown she pounced grabbing his balls in her hand and squeezing almost as tight as she had done previously on his cock.
Now Steve found his eyes watering and the pain was excruciating but he tried to keep his stance, more pressure was applied to his balls and he found himself wilting as he almost pleadingly asked her to stop, he was careful to make sure he used the proper title his wife now demanded; “Mistress please stop, before you do some permanent damage to my reproductive system.”
Tracey laughed and said, “If you continue to disobey me then your reproductive system will not only be damaged but your sex life will be like that of a priest, a celebrate priest!” I have heard from Sandra that one disrespectful male was so bad that they spread his cock and balls out on a plank of wood and hammered five nails through his ball sack before he finally broke. How many nails do you think you could withstand Steve; she asked in a menacing manner.
Steve gulped as he imagined the sheer pain of having one nail pierce his scrotum let alone five; he responded, “Mistress surely your love for me would prevent you putting me through such a horrific process!”
Tracey laughed and as her mind thought of the Tina Turner life story she simply said, “What’s love got to do with it?”
copyright©2017 Niteowluk2003.
Chapter one. What a turnaround…
Tracey and Steve had been married for six years when they realized they had fallen into the married trap. Both still loved each other very much indeed but work commitments and the striving to buy their own home had resulted in them only making love on a Friday night and instead of going clubbing as they had done before and immediately after their registry office wedding. Friday night had become less important to the hard working couple, now while Steve watched the early evening news, Tracey would take a long soak in the bath and their roles seemed to be reversed when the late evening news hit the TV station.
Mind you Tracey loved to soak in the bath and would frequently massage her 36 C breasts with their cherry tipped nipples which stood to attention with very little coaching. She still maintained her regular shaving of her cunt but now began wondering if even that was not just a waste of time as Steve rarely licked her cunt any more. On this night though, she slipped seamlessly into an erotic dream; not really aware of whether she was awake or not; and in this dream she was on a bed with Steve but Steve was tied up and unable to reach her.
I suppose out of loyalty she tried to reach out to untie Steve when sudden the hands of a stranger she could not see grabbed her by her shoulders and pressed her down into the mattress of the bed; the more she struggled the tighter the grip on her shoulders seemed to get. Now suddenly she felt her legs being pried apart; in the bath where she really was, her legs spread wider; she could only see the fair wavy hair of the head that now occupied the space between her legs.
But she definitely felt the hot breath on her erect clitoris and she shuddered with delight; in her day dream now she felt hands prying her arse cheeks apart and a finger stroking her anal rose bud at the same time more hands pinched and pulled at her nipples. Her breathing became rapid and shallow as her orgasm began to creep up on her. Now the head was using its imaginary tongue to probe her cunt lips and then suddenly she twitched as it flicked up across her clitoris.
Tracey was now gripped in her erotic daydream as her body trembled and her nerves twitched like a thousand electric shocks were travelling from all her senses to her brain. Now the head was fucking her cunt with its tongue and that tongue must have belonged to a lizard because she swore she could feel it licking at the entrance to her very womb. Without thinking Tracey now let out low whining noises as she surrendered to her mystery lover and moments later her body writhed in absolute joyous orgasm sending the bath water spilling over the rim of the bath and then in an instant it was all gone, the expectant orgasm left her drained but frustrated. In fact the only telltale sign of anything happening was the loads of water now on the bathroom floor.
Reluctantly Tracey dragged herself out of the bath and called out for Steve to bring her the mop and bucket from the utility room. She had to call out several times before she got a response from Steve. When he finally arrived he smiled at his naked wife and thought to himself that he knew that body so intimately and yet in never seemed to fail to arouse him so. Now he saw why she wanted the mop bucket and jokingly asked what had happened; for the first time in quite a while his beloved wife blushed; before telling him she slipped as she tried to get up and of course the water went absolutely everywhere. Whilst Tracey wrapped herself in her favorite white fluffy towel, Steve began mopping up the excess water on the bathroom floor.
Steve completed the mopping and asked seriously if Tracey was alright, she had not hurt herself in the slip in the bath; a blushing Tracey shook her head and said I am alright. Next Steve asked if she wanted to finish her bath and jokingly added that maybe he should examine her to make sure she was not turning into a wrinkled prune. Tracey lashed out with a playful swipe which Steve ducked easily. Tracey smiling now turned to Steve and told him as he made such a great maid then maybe he should empty the bath and clean it whilst she went to get dry and put some clothes on.
There was silence for a few minutes as Steve thought of a witty repost but instead he genuinely said, why bother putting anything on we are alone here tonight, why don’t I slip out of my clothes and we could snuggle up together on the sofa downstairs. Tracey quickly thought out that maybe she could release her frustration of not actually cumming by having a bit of sexy fun on the sofa. “Oh yeah Steve, that sounds great but let me put on at least my dressing gown as I would feel vulnerable to be totally naked whilst waiting for you to empty and clean the bath and then you would have to remove your clothes; What do you say?” She said.
It took Steve less than a split second to agree and it was only after Tracey had left the bathroom a thought suddenly hit Steve, How did it ended up with me cleaning up after her when it was her mess to start with; once again he had to admit he had been outsmarted by his wife. After cleaning the bath Steve headed for the bedroom and was surprised to find laid out on the bed was the fun French maid’s outfit he had bought for a laugh for Tracey’s last birthday. She had playfully chastised him and ended up saying she would never wear that for him so he ought to take it back and get his money back.
So if that was the case why was it now laid out on the bed and where was Tracey, after all it was her uniform so to speak. Ignoring the outfit he undressed grabbed his own dressing gown and came downstairs. As he reached the bottom of the stairs he saw the back of Tracey’s head above the back of the sofa, the lights were off and the flame effect gas fire flickered just like the real thing creating a strange hazy light. Suddenly Steve realized that part of that effect was the white screen of the TV in the corner, which he could not see from his current position. Entering the living room he slid onto the sofa beside his wife and glanced at the TV noting it was on the DVD playback channel but was showing only a blank screen. He nuzzled into Tracey’s neck and nibbled her ear, which produced the desired effect as Tracey moved her head to allow him to kiss her neck more easily.
Puzzled as to why the TV was on the blank white screen; as when he had answered Tracey call for help it had been left on a news channel. Suddenly Tracey slipped her hand inside Steve’s dressing gown and as soon as she felt bare flesh she pulled away. Now staring at him in a way he had never seen her use she said, “Where is the clothing I left out for you!”
Steve replied “I did not know you had left it out for me; as it was your size and not mine, therefore it would not have fitted me; besides I thought you were finally going to wear it when we went to bed!” Tracey said nothing but instead using her other hand she pressed play on the TV remote and the screen burst into life. Steve was shocked because immediately it was clear to him that this was a homemade sexual DVD. As it played it showed two women in a sixty nine position and clearly they were enjoying themselves. Tracey turned to face the shocked Steve and said I borrowed this from a girl at work; she told me it was genuinely a true homemade movie. Now Tracey moved her hand inside Steve’s dressing gown once more and sought out his semi hard cock. Lovingly she closed her hand around its girth and lightly began to stroke it.
As it hardened further she suddenly gripped it really tightly but was careful not to dig her sharp nails into it. Looking straight into Steve’s face she said, “There are going to be a few changes around here!” and she tightened even further her grip on his cock, “Firstly I am taking charge of anything sexual and if you don’t like it then you had better start looking to get your sex elsewhere! But be warned if you do then I will divorce you and make sure I have the evidence to take you to the cleaners!” she added.
Steve was caught between the pain he was feeling from his poor cock and the indignation of his sweet wife of six years now threatening him to demote him to being her skivvy, her slave and dependent on her whims as far as sex was concerned. Reluctantly he nodded his head as he said “Ok I agree!” Tracey squeezed even harder until Steve’s eyes actually began to water, just as if to prove her inner strength she quickly said, “You almost cry when I squeeze your puny cock like this but be warned because if you displease me I will squeeze your bollocks even harder than this and you know how much that would hurt!”
She now released his cock and knew there would be a tirade of questions, Steve would want answered. She held her hand up as if telling him silently to hold back on the questions and then she spoke, “From now on you will address me as mistress, you will do whatever I tell you to do and don’t think I won’t punish you if you disobey me!” Steve found himself nodding almost subconsciously.
“Now get the fuck back upstairs and put on the items I have laid out for you; and I mean everything I have put out!” Tracey snapped.
Steve quickly moved from the sofa and was half up the stairs when he suddenly thought what am I doing, I should call her bluff and challenge her, maybe even make her my submissive slut! Then suddenly the silence was broken by the stern tone of Tracey’s voice as she snapped “I am waiting, you fucking bitch!” Steve’s resistance seemed to instantly drain from him and he double his pace up the final few steps. Now in their bedroom he went through the things she had laid out for him and for down below he could hear the sounds of the DVD being played. He picked up the stockings first and as he began to slide them up his legs he began to feel something so strange to him. He actually began to feel sexy and when he tried the Basque he was amazed to find it fitted him if it was a little tighter than he would have liked.
It seemed everything fitted him snuggly and he suddenly realized he liked dressing in this way, he finally pulled up the lacey panties and struggled to get them over his now erect cock. From Downstairs He heard the threatening tones of his once sweet wife demanding he hurry up or face a severe punishment. In his hurry to get downstairs he nearly slipped twice upon the stairs but managed to keep his balance.
He now entered the living room and took his place again on the sofa until his wife turned to face him and pouted her lips as if she was going to kiss him, he moved his head forward to receive the kiss but this was all Tracey needed as quick as a flash her hand swipe a slap across Steve’s exposed facial cheek. “I never gave you permission to sit beside me at the same height as me, so get on the floor you wanker!” Tracey snapped. Steve had never heard Tracey swear more than once in a single day and usually the worst words she used was “fuck” but tonight in less than fifteen minutes she had used “Fucking bitch” and “Wanker”. He just could figure out what had changed so much in his wife.
Another slap brought him to his senses and he jumped off the sofa and sat alongside Tracey’s feet on the floor. Now he noticed Tracey was once more engrossed in the action on the TV screen and it was then that he saw Sandra, a woman who had been several times to his home. He could not believe she was wearing a similar Basque to the one now around his body, except there appeared to be no bra cups as her tits were clearly on display. Suddenly he saw her grab a man by a leash attached to a collar and drag him on his knees, out into the Centre of the room. Steve recognized the man to be Derek, Sandra’s husband. Now everyone there seemed to go silent and stop moving as one; then another woman he did not know escorted her man likewise on his knees, with a collar into the same area of the Centre of the room; Steve could not believe his eyes as the Derek approached the second man still being held by the woman and that man immediately stood up and the Derek began sucking the second man’s cock.
Even worse for Steve’s understanding, his mind was a whirl as he watched for the second man who was by now sporting a stiff cock then moved behind Derek and began rutting him as if fucking him up the arse. The camera angle changed and sure enough, it was now clear the second man was indeed fucking Derek’s arse. Steve managed to tear his attention away from the screen and asked, “You couldn’t want me to do such a disgusting thing as that, could you!” All of a sudden Tracey’s foot crashed against the side of his head and he was sent tumbling, Tracey spoke in a calm determined voice, “You worthless fucker, I told you; you should call me MISTRESS whenever you dare to speak to me.”
Shocked, stunned and hurt, Steve pulled himself back up on his knees and in almost a trembling voice he said, “Sorry, Mistress, please forgive me but the change in you is so stark and you know how much I love the old you!”
Tracey’s face turned red as if in a furious rage, “The old me, you mean the me that would not answer you back and give in meekly; so you controlled every situation?” she said, “Well I did not like the old me and now you will either love the new me and obey me or you can fuck off and I will sue you in the divorce courts as a puny poor excuse for a man who couldn’t satisfy a Eunuch” she added with determination.
Steve still shocked couldn’t think clearly; for he loved his wife but this new character was hard to take to. He knew he needed time to think things through but for now he simply nodded and waited to see what happened next. Now the scene on the TV seemed to reach its climax as all of a sudden the man fucking Derek pulled out and immediately Derek turned around and sucked the bare cock that had just been up his arse. Steve almost felt himself retching but thankfully he was not sick; just then the cock was pulled from Derek’s mouth and the woman holding the leash of the second man began stroking the man’s cock and suddenly there was spunk flying everywhere although the majority of it landed on Derek’s face. The unnamed man then knelt and licked up the spunk from Derek’s splattered face and then it was clear that Derek and this man were kissing open mouthed as they swopped spunk with their tongues. Then the scene faded to black and Tracey paused the DVD.
She spoke to Steve but not in the gentle old way she used to speak to him but now it was more aggressive and forceful as she explained that she had been talking to Sandra and had told her how unsatisfied she had become with their sex life. Sandra had suggested going to the Cat Club and rather naively Tracey had said, “What do cats have to do with my sex life?”
Sandra had smiled and pointed out that the Cat Club was nothing to do with felines but it was about the power women had with their pussy and they could hardly call it the pussy club could they. Tracey was intrigued and eventually after several days of pressing Sandra into revealing more, she had finally borrowed this DVD and the action they had just seen was Derek’s initiation into the Cat Club. Tracey without even looking at Steve said you too are going to be initiated into this club but as I don’t want you letting me down I will train you at home first.
Steve then spoke, “Mistress, what we do here at home is fine but you will never get me to perform like a circus animal and suck another man’s cock.” Tracey just smiled and said, “OK I admit it may be a step too far for a useless lover like yourself but think of the fun we can have as I teach you how to suck a cock; Here stand up and I will show you how an expert makes a cock rise and deliver its beautiful load!” Steve stood up and moved in front of Tracey, as he opened his dressing gown she pounced grabbing his balls in her hand and squeezing almost as tight as she had done previously on his cock.
Now Steve found his eyes watering and the pain was excruciating but he tried to keep his stance, more pressure was applied to his balls and he found himself wilting as he almost pleadingly asked her to stop, he was careful to make sure he used the proper title his wife now demanded; “Mistress please stop, before you do some permanent damage to my reproductive system.”
Tracey laughed and said, “If you continue to disobey me then your reproductive system will not only be damaged but your sex life will be like that of a priest, a celebrate priest!” I have heard from Sandra that one disrespectful male was so bad that they spread his cock and balls out on a plank of wood and hammered five nails through his ball sack before he finally broke. How many nails do you think you could withstand Steve; she asked in a menacing manner.
Steve gulped as he imagined the sheer pain of having one nail pierce his scrotum let alone five; he responded, “Mistress surely your love for me would prevent you putting me through such a horrific process!”
Tracey laughed and as her mind thought of the Tina Turner life story she simply said, “What’s love got to do with it?”