Enthusiasm

Xander blinked and stared dumbly at nothing. Then he blinked again.

"Wow."

He had really underestimated exactly what giving Joyce a masochistic streak would entail. Joyce went all in on it. Full bore into the abyss with full gusto and enthusiasm to spare.

His old memories of her book club friend Pat moving in no longer mattered as Joyce had instead never joined a book club and turned the spare bedroom into a proto dungeon and toy room. Well, thats what he would call it, Joyce just called it a spare room to house her riding crop, several styles of whips, paddles, gags and other sex toys and accessories.

Xander boggled when he tried to imagine how much money Joyce had spent on bondage gear in just a month. Easily over grand, maybe two. Sybians weren't exactly cheap. If you wanted cheap you bought a vibrator, which Joyce had quite a few of, it turned out.

Xander tried to calm himself and not blush as he remember being escorted into Joyce's spare room the first time. He'd approached her about getting beaten up, offered to be the one to handle her if **** was what she needed... and the next thing he knew an embarassed but excited Joyce started showing off her toys. And explaining in great detail what all she dreamed about doing with them.

"Wow." Xander bowed his head as he actually was pretty sure things got way more out of hand then he had even dared fantasize about.

Spanking yes. Humiliation never even crossed his mind. But apparently it crossed Joyce's. And a few other fantasies she had also came into play. He hadn't know the divorce had left her... with desires.

He'd fantasized about Joyce a few times. The Love Spell had made sure of that. But he'd never imagined... Xander wasn't sure if he was acting as a Dom or a surrogate strict Husband.

Xander kept hunched over and tried not to think about all the things Joyce and he had done. He couldnt afford to have a massive boner right now. But his traitorous mind couldnt help but replay the high lights.

It was the middle of the summer everyone in the Scoobies was elsewheres doing something so it left him and Joyce alone. At her home. And Joyce not only wanted to be disciplined she wanted to be... serve and be used.

The first time had just been a spanking. On the couch, in her living room, over the clothes, ten times. When he pushed Joyce submitted to two more spankings that first day, each time ten spanks. Deeply uncomfortable for the both of them with everyone blushing.

By the end of the first week Joyce had handed him a paddle and was pulling her skirt up to exposed red panties. Things were awkward but almost professional. And Joyce's slaying was greatly improved, she almost never got hit by a vampire.

At the start of the second week Joyce pulled her skirt and panties down, handed him a paddle and wore a gag to keep from squealing. Realizing that this was serious Xander had done some reading and found out about after care. When the spanking was done he made sure to tell Joyce what a good Slayer she was and to make sure she had advil or something for the pain while he applied ice to her battered bottom.

He wasn't even sure if he was hurting her, slayer strength and all, but the fact that at the end of it Joyce's ass was cherry red and she usually was silently crying made him feel like he was brutalizing her.

By the end of the second week Joyce took him into her bedroom, sat him down on her bed, stripped naked, lay across his lap and then donned her gag a blind fold. With his bare hand he had smacked both her ass cheeks until he noticed something ten minutes later, while he palmed and massaged her abused butt during a lull in the spanking. Joyce had a butt plug in. When he had asked what was going on Joyce had a shame based orgasm, judging by the fact that she writhed on his lap and gushed enough to make him need to change pants. He hadn't expected that and that had derailed the day's activities and necessitated a conversation.

With actual fear in her eyes Joyce had, while still naked, showed Xander her toy room. And admitted to spending almost all of her non working, non slaying hours in that room using her toys. She worked, came home and played with herself, slayed at night with him and then slept. And she admitted to spending more and more time playing in her toy room then necessary.

Xander had to congratulate his past self on not freaking out. And not making Joyce feel like a freak for wanting to be a submissive nympho apparently. Amidst Joyce's fearful confession Xander had somehow had the wherewithall to keep it together and promise to help her deal with her desires.

And that had opened the flood gates. Joyce wanted to be the perfect Slayer and the perfect wife, it seemed. And his bizarre role in all of it was to act as a strange Dom version of Ward Cleaver perfect husband and patrol partner.

He would come over in the afternoon after work and Joyce would be already dressed for him. Seven or eight inch heels that made her walk on her tip toes while wearing a leather mini skirt so tight she had to take mincing steps, all while the cut outs in the skirt made her ass cheeks easy access. A tight leather corset hidden behind a frilly apron that usually was just low enough to show off Joyce's nipples and whether or not she was wearing nipple clamps. The outfit was usually completed by one of her many collars. And on top of all that Joyce was normally in a hair style and make up that belonged on a 50s house wife.

Joyce played the perfect wife and handed him a beverage, led him to a chair and then massaged his shoulders or offered herself as an ottoman for his feet. He was free to grope and man handle her as he wanted until dinner. And when dinner arrived they proceed to the diner table where Joyce served him dinner while she knelt at his feet with her head resting in his lap, allowing him to pet her head and compliment her cooking. Unless he didnt like the meal in which case she lay across the table top while he disciplined her. After dinner Joyce would go to her toy room and select the toys she wanted to play with. If Xander agreed with her choices they went about 'playing' until it was time to slay. If he didn't agree with Joyce's choice of toys she got punished. A vibrating egg in her ass and pussy, a spanking on both the tits and ass, then had to endur a chastity belt to make sure that she wasnt allowed to orgasm until after slaying was done, all while keeping the vibrating eggs inside her and on the highest setting. And sometimes she ever wore a leash along with her collar when they went out slaying on her punishment days.

Xander was kind of worried that Joyce was escalating in what she wanted. He was also worried that he was ready and willing to meet her demands. She asked about pet play last week and already Xander was thinking about where he could take his 'bitch' for a walk wearing only dog ears, a leash, and a butt plug with a tail attached. He was even contemplating going for a walk at dawn instead of the middle of the night as Joyce seemed to enjoy almost being caught.

But what made Xander perplexed was despite all of that they weren't even fucking. Despite all that was being done to Joyce they had never once had penetrative sex. The only phallic things Joyce had allowed in her body were toys. And occasionally he fingers. Never once had his cock entered Joyce's body.

Xander wasnt sure if that counted as cheating. Or whether that was just being a good Dom. So technically he wasn't cheating. But, god, sometimes he wished they were.