He can tell she's enjoying her torment

Charlie took a step closer, his body nearly pressed against Edith’s sweaty one. He reached down and stroked the curve of her breast softly, bending down and nibbling on her earlobe.

“You like this,” he whispered throatily into her ear. “I can smell it. You like being helpless.”

Edith shook her head in denial. Strands of her blonde hair, glistening with slight perspiration, shook with her head as she protested. But her body gave her away, a whimper escaping her throat as Charlie’s hand moved down her side to the place between her stretched legs.

“You’re damp,” he said, smirking, feeling the moist crotch of her shorts. He rubbed her slit, pushing his hand against it hard. Uncontrollably, Edith rubbed herself against his hips. “You’re fucking my hand like a dog fucking a leg,” Charlie laughed at her. “Fitting.”

Protesting as Charlie took his hand away, Edith watched him as he walked to her side. Craning her neck, she struggled to see what he was doing. He was shifting through the suitcase, that much she could tell. But when he smiled at finding what he had been searching for she had no idea what he’d found.

Instead of standing back in front of her and answering her curiosity, Charlie crawled up on the bed. She felt his shirt rubbing against her back, and she reached out for him with her bound hands. Her fingers grasped for his shirt, tugging the fabric closer to her. Charlie pulled away, clucking his tongue.

“Stay still,” he said coldly. “Or you’ll get more of the crop.”

Tightening her hands into fists, Edith gulped, closing her eyes and letting Charlie position himself behind her body on the bed.

Charlie reached underneath her body, prodding the soft flesh of her pussy with the dildo in his hand. Edith gasped and shifted in her confines again as Charlie pushed the thick plastic phallus into her opening.

The dildo was larger than anything Edith had ever had. Charlie knew it was, which was one of the reasons he’d picked it out of the store. It was thick, not very long, but thick. Add batteries and it would vibrate, but for now Charlie only wanted to stretch his wife more than she’d been stretched before.

Gasps and moans escaped Edith’s lips as the dildo invaded her. She tried to relax but her muscles clenched it tight as it probed further up into her body. Crying out as it’s whole length finally filled her, Edith whimpered and pushed her hips forward, thrusting slowly into the air.

“Can you hold it there?” Charlie asked, not expecting an answer. Edith whimpered as Charlie’s hand moved away, and she struggled to keep her body clenched around the phallus. Charlie could see her muscles clenching, all of her muscles from her neck to her arms to her legs, but her cunt was too wet and slippery. The heavy dildo slipped out of her with a slick noise and landed with a thud on the ground. Edith groaned in misery as it fell, her head falling forward onto her chest.

“I’m sorry, Master,” she whimpered.

“You didn’t even try,” he chided. “You are to always do your best for me, or else you will be punished.”

Edith whimpered as Charlie reached for the suitcase again, twisting his torso around but keeping his body behind her own. His wife craned her neck around, trying to look at him. Glaring at her sternly, Charlie shook his head, and Edith sighed heavily and looked ahead again, her eyes clouding with tears once again as she stood in fear.

Charlie was fully and painfully aware of the sting of the nipple clamps he pulled out of a tiny bag. One of Edith’s favorite tortures was clipping the clothespin-like objects to his chest for long periods of time. She enjoyed watching his face twist in agony as he tried to complete tasks she gave him while clipped. Now he opened their mouths by pressing on the ends and brought them around his wife’s chest. As much as he enjoyed the games he and his wife played, there was still a bit of **** involved as he clipped them to her large nipples, still red and erect from their recent beatings.

Looking over her shoulder, Charlie took her right breast in his hand and held it still as he brought the clip close to her nipple.

Edith gasped and tried to pull away, only to find Charlie’s body behind her, blocking her escape. She moaned as he pushed the breast forward, the clamp slowly shutting around it. Crying in pain, Edith threw back her head as Charlie released all pressure onto her nipple.

“Charlie,” she whimpered, twisting and thrashing in his arms. “Oh god, Charlie, please!”