I walk through the open door and my host seems to be at a loss for words. He is not sure how he is supposed to act with me and I do nothing to make him feel more comfortable as I hand him my coat. I wait with aloof patience while he hangs it in the closet and leads the way to a room where the woman waits. She quickly stands up as we approach and I am not displeased at her appearance. Mid to late thirties with light brown hair and a pretty face. Not beautiful but clean and wholesome. She is middle America through and through. Dressed for company but not overly so. Her dress is a simple floral print slightly narrow at the waist which shows off her figure without overemphasizing the flare of her hips or the lack of large breasts. The house is neat and tidy and I expect she spent hours getting it and herself ready for me. I see her eyes scanning the room as if to make sure she didn't overlook some small detail or fail to dust all the shelves. In her heart she knows I probably don't care about things like that tonight but I can see the results of her nervous energy in the immaculate surroundings.

She doesn't speak either. Rather she stands and fidgets uncertainly with her hands together in front of her. Not wringing them too much but enough to show that she doesn't know what to do with them. As I let my eyes travel from her face downwards she moves her arms to her sides. A small but significant gesture that shows her acceptance that she is on display and were it not for her clothes, I would be expecting to see what those hands might be covering.

The skirt effectively hides her thighs but the shape of her calves and ankles shows promise especially since she is not wearing stockings. She is also barefoot and although this might be considered a deviation from proper attire during winter, it is as I had instructed. She has let her head fall forward and is staring at the floor until I make a quick motion with my hand. She raises her eyes as I point towards her feet and indicate that she should move them slightly farther apart. Her face reddens as she complies and I nod when I am satisfied with their placement. This action has set the stage for us. She is still fully clothed by most standards and her feet are only a little beyond shoulder width apart but it is not the way she would normally stand when meeting someone for the first time. The small symbolic act of opening herself at my command brings her focus to the juncture of her thighs. A lady doesn't act that way with company but then again, I'm not a traditional sort of visitor.

The mood which had been building is broken when the little man finally finds his voice. He is stuttering as he proudly announces that in spite of tremendous hardships he has successfully procured all the items I had requested. He is in the middle of telling me much more than I want to know about how embarrassing it was for him to go into "that kind of store" to purchase some of the things on my list when I finally tear my gaze off the woman and look at him with the disinterest he so richly deserves. His fawning trails off as I take inventory. Everything I need is on a card table off to one side. A wooden chair from their dining room is nearby and I move it back a few feet before picking up the handcuffs and a short piece of rope. I take his arm and in a moment he is seated with his hands cuffed behind the back of the chair and the rope holding them down as I loop it around the rungs.

He starts babbling again as I go back to the table where three items hold my interest. The first is a ball gag which I throw to the woman. As she approaches him his ramblings sound more uncertain and his last intelligible words are, "Honey, are you sure you want to do this? We can still back out. Mff..."

She silences him with the rubber ball and tightens the straps around his head as she gives him a gentle kiss and says, "Shut up Jerry."

She moves to the center of the room and glances at the things on the small table. I don't know which ones she is thinking about but I had already picked up the second object of concern to me. As I open the can of Caffeine Free Diet Coke I smile at the prune Danish. That is going to taste good but it will have to wait. After a drink of soda I return my attention to her.

She moves her feet to where I had indicated earlier and stands straight. I stare directly into her eyes until her confidence melts and she looks past me to the helplessly bound Jerry. When I catch her eye again I point to the front of her dress and raise my finger. Her hands are shaking slightly as she lifts the hem. She is not wearing a slip as per my instructions and the fabric slowly rises higher and higher until I wave my hand to indicate that she can stop for the moment. She had been holding her breath and now lets it out in silent thanks as I let her keep her genitals out of my view although not by much. Her thighs are much as I expected. Not perfect by any means but apparently firm and well formed in spite of the few unnecessary pounds they carry. However, I am not exactly Mr. Slim and Sleek myself so I have no cause to find fault in her build.

I'm sure I spend longer inspecting her than she would like under other circumstances and that sweet glow of humiliation emanates from her every pore. At least from the pores I can see.

I point down and she lets the dress drop. More hand signals and she turns around so she has to look over her shoulder to see me and understand what her next action is to be. This time it is the back of her dress that comes up and I ignore the questioning plea in her eyes as I do not stop the upward mobility of the hem until it is well above her waist and I can verify that my instructions about wearing no underpants has been followed.

Although not what you would call a world class rear end it is eminently suited to the role it has to play shortly. The extra pounds look good on her here. A wide target with just enough overhang which I step to one side to see. A quick perusal from the other side and Yes, it will do nicely.

I glance at Jerry and smile. He is staring intently as if he has never seen this part of her before. Of course, since they are married I have to assume he has had ample opportunity to drink his fill of all of her charms in the sanctity of their bedroom and briefly wonder if they have ever ventured out of that traditional location and experimented with other forms of sex play. I gather from their letter to me that they are somewhat inexperienced in expanding their sexual horizons so I'm sure this is quite an event in their lives. He may have seen her naked and she may have even made her body available to his eyes in a slow and provocative manner a time or two but now he is seeing her unveil herself to another man. This is definitely a first for both of them. I can see him starting to get aroused and almost feel sympathy for him. Any man will tell you that if things start to rise when he's sitting it is often necessary to do a little adjusting. A full erection trying to burst free of tight pants while confined slightly sideways can be almost painful and he was going to be very uncomfortable before too long. She was too but it would be a different sort of discomfort. For now her pain is to be of a more mental nature. Every step we take is going to humiliate and mortify her long before she suffers any of the physical aspects of my presence.

I hold my palm sideways and half fold it into an inverted `L'. She keeps the dress nice and high as she follows my command and bends way over. In order to maintain her balance she has to stick her bottom out even more and when I indicate that her feet are too close together she closes her eyes and the private part of her that she was so grateful to keep hidden a few minutes ago slowly peeks out at us.

I intend to have her hold that position only for a moment but it is a minute or two before she makes herself open her eyes and look back for further instruction. There is a noticeable sigh of relief when she sees that I want her to stand up again and she can let her dress fall back to its normal modest position.

I don't think she really expects to be decently covered for very long and there is no sign of surprise when my next gesture is for her to unbutton the top portion. I can see that she wants to close her eyes against the shame but even though she knows it's in vain her expression is one of hope as each button is freed. Time and time again she performs the same simple task as I point to the next one until they are all undone and she lets her arms drop to her sides. The dress falls open just enough so I can see the lack of underwear is total. A few points and flicks from my nimble fingers and her trembling hands pull it wide open. My first impression of her breasts is correct. They are not very large and I'm sure she spent many an youthful hour in chagrin that other girls were developing these most visible signs of femininity more rapidly but in their own small way, they are enticing. Framed by the dress on the sides and an ever increasing flush on her face that is spreading down her neck.

She knew she would be exposed to me and had probably done her best to prepare herself for it but she was expecting that portion of our agenda to be done quickly and then we would get on to the true purpose of my visit. She is learning that there is much more to giving yourself into someone's power for punishment then the feel of the implements that are awaiting us on the table. I am looking forward to using all of them but proper preparation takes time. She will be stripped of the physical barrier between her bare skin and the objects Jerry had purchased soon enough but first things first. By the time she gives her body to me to abuse I will have already claimed her soul.

She stands in this position for a full minute until I indicate that I want her to pull up the front hem again. She is forced to gather it so the skirt is a tightly held roll of material just below her breasts. What a glorious sight. Not necessarily her body which is attractive in an average sort of way but her whole demeanor. She was not wearing any less clothing then when I first arrived but the purpose of the material to protect her well fortified modesty had been compromised completely. Her feeling of nudity and vulnerability are enhanced by the mere presence of the useless dress and the slight spread of her legs as a token offering of her sexuality is even more effective than before. I hope Jerry appreciates how lovely his wife looks as much as I do.

It seems to be almost a relief to her when I indicate that the dress can now be discarded. Still, she closes her eyes again to hide her shame as she slips it off and lets it slide to the floor. It offends her sense of decorum to let it lie in a heap so she picks it up and folds it on the sofa before turning back to me. This small excursion back to normalcy is short lived and she realizes that she is now totally naked in her previously safe and secure house and standing in front of a man who is not going to go away until she has reached her limit of physical endurance.

It also crosses her mind that our agreement is that she not be bound or constrained in any fashion so she will have to put herself into and hold the various postures required for each new and untasted form of chastisement to be applied most effectively. I have described how she will receive each segment of the punishment in my letter and she knows each position will not only leave her very vulnerable but will expose her most private parts in a manner that Jerry has only dreamed about. The true humiliation and perhaps regret is that it is not her loving husband who will be the first to see her displayed so obscenely in the privacy of their bedroom. It will be in this room that is normally reserved for special visitors like the minister and insurance salesmen where she will shame herself by panting and screaming in pain and lust with a man she has never met before.

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