50 Shades of Silver – By Strawberry1

It had been exactly six weeks since John rescued Marlena from the sanitarium. The townhouse was quiet. At first, the silence was deafening. Understandably, Marlena needed time to readjust to being home again. But as the weeks went by, she slowly acclimated back into her normal routine and the silence became less tortuous and more blissful. In time, she regained interest in their wedding and the future seemed promising again. John felt a sense of relief. In those weeks, he had been working on his own emotions. Specifically, the tremendous amount of guilt he felt. If only he hadn’t taken that mission, if only he had gotten back home ten minutes sooner. The possibilities seemed endless in retrospect. The only thing that seemed to quell his anxiety was leaving the ISA – for good this time. Instead he filled his time not only tending to Marlena, but helping Paul and Brady with their various dilemmas.

 

During their first night back at the townhouse, Marlena refused to set foot back in their bedroom. John wasn’t exactly keen on sleeping in their either; after all, the sight of it brought back memories of her clothes strewn about the floor and the toppled over strawberries and whipped cream. Instead, they camped out on the sofa. Well, John was on the sofa. Marlena laid on top of John, with her head neatly tucked underneath his chin. Eventually, as Marlena spent more time in there getting ready for work, her fear began to dissipate. John had even arranged for the room to be painted a beautiful lilac color, and chose new sheets and blankets. Marlena cried with tears of joy when she saw it, and they made love for the first time since they moved back into the townhouse.

 

That was weeks ago, and the need to return to some of their more… intense bedroom activities resurfaced. As twisted as it might seem, John fantasized about the moment he rescued her from the sanitarium. The way her arms were bound, the way she squirmed in the confines of her jacket. At first, he chastised himself for such thoughts. But eventually, they grew stronger and the need to enslave Marlena became harder to resist. He staved it off for some time, giving her time to adjust to their normal life again. He had been waiting for the perfect moment to re-enslave her for days. He was beginning to believe the moment would never come until this morning.

 

He and Marlena sauntered into the kitchen hand in hand around 11 am. Normally, this would have been a problem considering they both left for work around 9. But Marlena’s schedule was clear that morning… John’s, not so much. His morning with Marlena in bed had cost him 2 appointments with potential investors for Basic Black. Usually, he didn’t like to be so unprofessional but when he woke to Marlena mounting his abdomen all logic went out the window. Instead, he spent the morning guiding Marlena’s hips as she rocked above him. After round two, or was it three, she rolled off of him and they went into the kitchen for some coffee.

 

John took a seat at the breakfast nook, exhausted as Marlena playfully skipped over to the coffee machine. “Sorry I made you late, sailor,” she teased as she poured the grinds into the filter. She giggled as she pressed the brew button and turned back around to face John. “I guess we know who is really in charge,” she joked, winking at John as she adjusted the tie on her robe.

“What’s that, sweetheart?” John asked, playing along as Marlena walked toward him slowly, adjusting the tie on her robe to reveal more of her body. She climbed into his lap so that she was facing him with her legs draped behind him.

 

“I make the rules around here,” she chided him lovingly. John smiled up at her, knowing full well she would have to pay for the comment. Tonight.

 

Instead of mentioning his plans so early on, he shut her up with a kiss that continued until the coffee maker beeped and signalled the start of their day. They each stole a cup of coffee and got ready separately and rushed out of the townhouse.

 

While Marlena’s afternoon was booked with appointments, John’s schedule had been otherwise clear save for the two missed appointments this morning. Instead, he chose not to give Marlena any hints by staying home. Instead, he dressed in a crisp button-down shirt and blazer as usual and headed out the door. But he wasn’t headed to Basic Black…wherever that was these days. He and Brady had discussed selling, but it never happened. Instead, Brady was running it while John ran various missions for the ISA. He chuckled to himself at the fact that he was pretending to go to work when he didn’t even have an office. Instead, he continued working on a side project that he’d been planning for some time.

 

He pulled his car into the nearest parking lot, and made a few phone calls. “Yes… I need it done today. I don’t care how much it costs. Money isn’t an issue. I just need it to be finished by 7.” Click. Well, that was easier than anticipated. Since Paul had moved out of their guestroom, John spent the past couple of weeks designing the perfect playspace for Marlena and himself. Backing out of the parking space, John quickly headed back in the direction of the townhouse.

 

Changing into black jeans and a black short sleeve shirt, he was ready just in time for the construction crew. He let them in the door and showed them to the room. John grabbed his laptop and showed the crew his vision. “I’ll be back around 5. I will anticipate the majority of this to be finished by then.” And with that, he was off.

 

Marlena’s day was rather uneventful. In fact, she spent most of it wishing she could go back in time to this morning in bed with John. For some reason, she couldn’t get enough of him the past couple of days. Perhaps it had been the weeks of celibacy on end while he was away. Regardless, she spent nearly every morning that week on top of him and every night underneath. Her last patient left around 5, and then she spent the next few hours updating her notes. As always, before leaving her office for the day, she checked her e-mail. Her heart nearly stopped when she saw an e-mail from JByourmaster@basicblack.com. She recognized this e-mail; it was the address he used whenever he chose to enslave her. The e-mail was untitled. Quickly, she clicked open and tried to catch her breath.

 

Princess,

It has been weeks since we were last together. To celebrate our reunion, I have arranged a surprise for my special girl. I expect you home no later than seven, dear. Outside of your office, I have left you an outfit for tonight’s festivities.

 

All my love,

Master

 

While the e-mail was much more tender than Master usually wrote with, her heart was racing faster than ever. Perhaps it was because it had been so long since their last session. As if on cue, Marlena noticed her nipples were poking through the sheer fabric of her shirt. Quickly, she stood up and pulled her jacket closed to hide the evidence of her arousal. Peering outside of her office, she noticed the package next to her receptionist. Awkwardly waiting for the right moment to ask for it, her receptionist beat her to it.

 

“Looking for this, Dr. Evans?” she asked, giggling. No doubt the young girl got a kick out of her and John’s games.

 

“Yes,” Marlena blushed. “Thank you.” Marlena took the package back into her office and locked the door. In a wanton haze, Marlena began tearing at the cardboard until it ripped open and she exposed a pile of tissue paper. Throwing the tissue paper around haphazardly, Marlena searched around the box frantically. She nearly missed the item until she shook the box upside down a single piece of black leather fell out. A collar? Marlena picked up the tiny article and inspected it. Surely there must be more to this ‘outfit.’ But the box was empty. Knowing better than to waste time questioning Master, Marlena grabbed the collar and headed to the on-call room to quickly shower. She then popped back into her office to re-apply her make up, adjust her hair, and put on her collar. Throwing her work clothes back on, she locked up her office and headed for her car.

 

Meanwhile, at the townhouse, John was adding the finishing touches to their room. It was perfect, having exceeded his own expectations. After taking one last glance, he noticed the gleam of car lights through the window. Marlena. He peered from behind the hallway, watching to see her come through the door and find a second note.

 

Perfectly on time, Marlena put her keys into the door and let herself into the townhouse living room where the lights were low. Beside her on the desk, right by where she dropped her keys every night when she got home, was a note. Dropping her bag and removing her coat, she took a deep breath and looked to the note for her next instruction.

 

“Slave, enclosed in this envelope you will find a blindfold. Please strip down until you wearing nothing save for your special collar. Then put on this blindfold and wait for Master. Xoxo”

 

Deciding not to waste any time or risk violating any rules by going into their bedroom to change, Marlena quickly stripped right in front of the front door. She made sure the collar was fastened and then attached the blindfold.

 

Meanwhile, John was watching her every move from the hall. Gaining his composure and giving the bulge in his pants a squeeze, he took a deep breath and regained enough composure to enter the living room. He crept up behind Marlena slowly, quickly binding her hands behind her and revelling in her gasp. He grabbed rope from his pocket and tied her hands behind her back.

 

“Who’s in charge now, princess?” John asked as she squirmed in her restraints. “You may speak.”

 

“You are, Master,” Marlena breathed out nervously.

 

“That’s not what you were saying earlier,” John reminded her. Marlena felt a familiar lump in the back of her throat, the one she got whenever she was about to be punished. “What do you think I should do about such an insurrection?”

 

“Punish me,” Marlena answered tentatively, unsure of just what Master had planned for tonight.

Ignoring her response, he pulled her by her bound arms and steered her down the hallway.

 

Searching in his pocket for a moment, he found the key to their new special room. Once unlocked, John held the door open and ushered Marlena inside. Standing behind her, he untied the blindfold and let her take in her surroundings.

 

Marlena was speechless. Their guestroom had been completely renovated. The walls were lined with a red velvet material, and the floors were a cool black tile. In the middle of the room was a large black bed. In one corner was a swing, in the other a leather chaise. But what caught her attention most was the back wall which was adorned with various leather clips, hooks, apparel, and ropes.

 

“This is your new playroom, Slave. From this point forward, all sessions will be held in this room where I can properly restrain you.”

 

Marlena was barely taking in what he was saying because her attention was so captivated by all of the items on the back wall. Many of which she had no idea of their purpose. The only items she recognized were a few ropes and the dreaded vibrator. Her mouth went dry as she thought back to the last time John had tortured her with it.

 

“Now, slave, I need a few minutes to prepare for our session. In the meantime, you may make yourself comfortable on the bed.” And with that, John once again disappeared into the hall. Marlena stepped tentatively toward the bed, paying attention to her balance, which was shaky given her nerves and inability to use her arms. Carefully she propped herself on the massive bed and waited for his return.

 

John disappeared into their bedroom and opened the closet. Up on a high shelf was special delivery he’d ordered a while back. He carefully lifted the box from the shelf and opened it to reveal a leather straight jacket. He felt his dick throb at the thought of her in one at the sanitarium. He chuckled nervously at how perverse their sex life was at times.

 

Within minutes, he re-entered the playroom where Marlena was waiting patiently. As soon as he opened the door, her eyes were glued to the garment in his hands.

 

“This is a special jacket for my special girl,” John began tenderly, very aware of the possibility of a visceral reaction. “I would like for you to wear it tonight.” He approached her slowly, holding the jacket out so that she could see it. It was a black leather garment that would fit her like a long-sleeved leotard. The sleeves were able to fastened together at the back of the garment,  allowing John to restrain her arms, much like a standard straight jacket. Marlena swallowed hard, drinking in the sight of a piece of clothing very similar to the one with which she was bound just months ago.

 

Too turned on and too curious to turn back now, she slowly stood in front of John signalling her willingness to allow him to dress her. John smiled, usually something he didn’t do when he assumed the role of Master, but he couldn’t help it. Untying her arms, he discarded the rope. Then he knelt before her to slide her long legs into the leather garment. Once she was halfway inside of it, he allowed her to do the rest by pulling it up and sliding her arms through the leather sleeves. He then spun her around and fastened the sleeves in the back. Once her arms were bound, he went to the back wall to grab a hook. Approaching the bed once more, he lifted the blanket to reveal the chains that lined the box spring. Tugging her arms back roughly, he secured the hook to the garment and then the garment to the chain, effectively tying her to the bed. With every rough tug, Marlena felt his tender demeanor fading.

 

“Bend over,” he instructed.

 

Complying, Marlena bent over the mattress. John quickly unlatched the crotch of the garment,  exposing her bare ass to himself as he stood behind her. Without warning, John laid a hard slap on her ass cheek, leaving a red handprint in its wake. Marlena yelped.

 

“Quiet!” He instructed. “This is only the beginning of your punishment.” All tenderness from earlier had left his voice and Marlena felt a tinge of genuine fear course through her. But the ache between her thighs craved this treatment. No matter how hard she tried to intellectualize the situation, she could not make sense of her crave to be possessed, tortured, spanked by John.

 

Biting her lip, she braced herself for the second slap. It came just as hard as the first, but this time she was able to keep quiet save for her ragged breathing. Almost as soon as his hand made contact with her ass, his other slid between her legs and began to massage her swollen lips, as if he was attempting to soothe some of the pain. The audible squelch of John’s hands on her wet lips echoed vulgarly.

 

“Do you know what happens to bad girls who think they are in charge?” John asked, parting her lips and finding her swollen clitoris.

 

Knowing better than to speak without permission, Marlena remained quiet, resting her face against the mattress as John continued to pet her.

 

“They get fucked in the ass,” he spoke gruffly as he withdrew his hand from between her legs and went to retrieve yet another item from the back wall. Standing behind her yet again, he spread her ass wide, smearing the wetness from her pussy up to her ass.

 

All Marlena could think about was what he went to retrieve from the back wall. She tried to see it, but he was out of her line of vision. Was it a rope? The vibrator? A dildo? Her mind raced as her body tried to anticipate what was coming next. Her thoughts were interrupted when John slid a thick finger into her ass, stretching her out.

 

“Mmmph,” Marlena groaned as John fought the resistance against his finger. Eventually her body acclimated to the intrusion, and John began to finger her ass while continuing to strum on her clit. The harder he fucked her ass, the harder he rubbed her clit, and the faster and more high pitched her moans became. But every time she got close, he immediately stopped rubbing her clit. After several rounds of this, Marlena grew exasperated.

 

“Please,” she begged, disobeying the rules.

 

“Slave, did I give you permission to speak?” he asked. Did she dare answer and risk a second infraction? “I am aware that you would like to cum, but permission is denied at the moment. Perhaps you should have thought of this before your remarks this morning.”

 

Without warning, John grabbed the item he retrieved earlier. It was an anal plug. He’d never used one on Marlena, so he knew it would catch her by surprise. But if she was good, he would consider letting her cum.

 

Spreading her ass cheeks, wide he angled the plug at her ass and pushed against the tender skin.Slowly it slid in as Marlena breathed so heavily that the sound of her breathing engulfed the room. Marlena had no idea what he’d just inserted, but she was more turned on than she’d ever been in her life. She anticipated that he’d fuck her with it, but instead he let it remain nestled tightly within her as he stared at her stretched asshole from behind. The next thing Marlena heard was the sound of his belt unbuckling.

John unzipped his pants and let his engorged cock fall out of his pants and rest against Marlena’s ass. Without warning, he slammed himself into her pussy.

 

“JOHN!” She cried at the intrusion, never having felt so full.

Quickly John whacked her on the ass check. Realizing her error, she breathed out, “Master.”

 

John ignored her correction and continued to fuck her mercilessly, slamming his dick inside of her. All the while Marlena attempted to keep quiet by biting her lip so hard that she eventually drew blood. John grabbed onto her lips for leverage and continued to shove himself inside. The fit was so tight that John could barely think straight.

 

Taking advantage of Master’s state, Marlena asked “Please, can I cum?”

 

She was nearly successful as John almost allowed her, but that would be too easy. No, she needed to learn her lesson.

 

“Not yet. You will continue to let Master enjoy your pussy,” he instructed, pulling out of her before slamming right back in. He gave her a few more long, hard strokes before deciding her ass looked too good to resist.

 

He pulled out of her pussy and removed the plug from her ass, watching as her asshole gaped in front of him. He then grabbed his dick and entered her ass.

 

“Slave, you will cum from me fucking your ass. Understood?” Marlena nodded, anticipating his fingers on her clit. After all, every time John fucked her like this, he always rubbed her clit. But his hands remained on her hips as he pressed himself inside.

 

He continued fucking her ass, leaving her pussy unattended. John was quickly losing his resolve, but wanted her to cum first.

 

“Slave, cum.” He commanded.

 

Marlena tried, but she needed stimulation on her clit. She could feel her eyes welling up from the mixture of pleasure and pain, and the intensity of the moment.

 

“I can’t,” she whimpered.

 

“Yes you can.” John pulled himself all the way out, “and you will.” And roughly slid himself back in. Suddenly Marlena felt the familiar tingle rise from her toes to all the way up her legs and her vision began to tunnel.

 

John could see from the contractions of her pussy that she was about to orgasm. John pumped himself inside one last time and Marlena came uncontrollably, blacking out from the intensity of her orgasm. John followed her, filling her ass with cum.

 

Marlena laid spent across the bed, speechless. She had never cum from anal penetration alone. Time and time again, John proved to know her body better than she did. Unable to move or speak, she lay there as John freed her arms and unchained her from the bed.

 

“Slave, you may shower and return to our usual bed. Until further notice, you are free to resume our normal sex life,” John spoke coldly as he gathered the equipment.

Marlena limped out of the room and headed for the shower. John smiled to himself as he put away their latest toys.