No, he continues to take on her helpless body

Taking hold of the end of the clothespin, Charlie twisted Edith’s nipple around wickedly.

“Call me Master, bitch,” he hissed into her ear. “If you can’t play by the rules on your own, I’ll have to **** you to.”

Whimpering, Edith continued to thrash in his arms. It would take a few minutes for her to grow used to the pressure on her teats. When Charlie took her left breast in his hand and opened the next clothespin, Edith squealed again.

“Stop! Stop! Please! It hurts!”

Mercilessly, Charlie released the clamp with ease, inciting more squeals from his wife. He held her tight as she writhed in his arms; her head thrown back, her mouth wide open. Soon her squeals stopped and she was panting heavily, her sore, swollen breasts heaving with each breath she took. The clamps quivered on the end of her breasts, her nipples turning a dark, angry red.

“Are you ready to obey me?” Charlie asked, loosening his hold around Edith’s torso.

“Yes, Master,” she whispered, her voice shaky.

“I love you, Edith,” Charlie said, his voice dropping out of the cold tone he had adopted and becoming more like the husband she knew. “I want us to work out. But things are going to have to change. Are you willing to work with me to save this marriage?”

Edith took a long breath, her nipples pushing out, her hips grinding back towards the bed.

“Yes, Master,” she said softly. “I’m willing to do anything.”

“Good girl,” Charlie said, smiling. He reached around and flicked the clamp on her left nipple, causing her breast to bounce up and down. Scooting back, Charlie left her standing, without the support of him behind her. He stood next to the bed again and sifted through the suitcase once more. “Here are the new rules,” he said, lifting the item he had spent much time deciding on while shopping. The metal rings dangling from the collar jingled as he held it in front of his face, smiling at the black leather. “You will wear this,” Charlie said, showing Edith her new collar for the first time. “Always.”

Edith gulped, her eyes turning wide and frightened towards Charlie. She parted her lips and licked them slowly, wetting them. They glistened from the moisture of her saliva, and Charlie had to fight with himself to keep from kissing her. He would be tender with her later. For now, there was the collar.

Slowly, he brought it towards her neck, closing it around her and reaching around to buckle it in place. Pulling his hands away and taking a step back, he let the sight of her burn into his memory. Her breasts were swollen and thrust forward, her legs pulled far apart almost into a split, the muscles in her gorgeous thighs quivering. Her shoulders struggled to keep comfortable, her eyes wide, and the thick black collar contrasting with her pale white skin. Charlie smiled and began to speak again.

“I am going to teach you to behave like the bitch that you are. I am going to teach you to crawl, to heel, to do tricks on command. From now on, you have no voice unless I tell you otherwise. And I am going to fuck you like the bitch that you are.”

Edith licked her lips again, flexing her legs.

“Do you understand?” Charlie asked, picking up the riding crop and tapping it threateningly on Edith’s sore breast.

“Yes, Master,” Edith whimpered, squirming to get away from the crop. “Good girl,” Charlie smiled, tracing Edith’s body with the tip of his crop. She shuddered, her body shaking as the leather ran down her curves. He traced her hips, and then the inside of her legs, bring the tip up to the crux of her legs, spread wide with the fabric of her shorts tightly binding it. A little bit firmly, but not with enough pressure to be painful, Charlie tapped her moist pussy with the crop. Edith moaned in pleasure and pushed her hips out again.

“Do you want me to fuck you, bitch?” Charlie said mockingly, rubbing the leather harder against the fabric over Edith’s clit.

Edith whimpered and nodded her head, her hips moving in gentle thrusts as he teased her body with the crop.

Charlie felt his erection poking against his pants. Breathing deeply himself, he thought of burying his hard cock in his wife’s sweet, juicy pussy. But that was not what he’d planned.

Crouching down in front of her, he began to untie the knots binding Edith’s ankles to the bed. When the first foot was free, Edith breathed a heavy sigh of relief, stretching her body up again, her thighs still aching from the position they’d been in for the period of time. The second ankle was freed and Charlie stood up again. Looking at his wife in the collar, Charlie flicked the clamps again, causing her to inhale sharply. Charlie smiled at her and put his hands on her shoulders, turning her around so that she faced the bed.

“Bend over, bitch,” he said, his voice low, pushing her torso towards the bed.