In the bathroom, John had his cock in his hand and was rubbing away, trying to get some release from the torment Sally was putting him through. One day he would get his revenge on that bitch, one day. But he could dream now, he could dream of getting her… tied up, her arms stretched up above her head, reaching over the beam where they were held securely by leather straps. She was naked, except for the playsuit she had worn to tease him that night. Her feet were just touching the round, held wide apart by more leather straps into ring bolts in the floor. She twisted and turned, begging him for mercy.

He felt his cock get harder as he moved closer to her, her eyes wide, her lips open, tears rolling down her face.

"Please let me go, John, please, and I'll be such a good wife to you, I will. I'll get you breakfast in bed every morning. Please?"

He laughed and ran his hand over her jutting, high-nippled tits.

"Oh no, my dear," he said softly. "Tonight we play a different game entirely."

"Oh, please… please, no," she sobbed as she caught sight of the long thin whip in his hand.

He laughed again and ran his hand down to her pussy, grinning as she twisted on the ropes, hanging by her hands, gyrating to the soft touch of her fingers on the blonde hair of her pussy mound, feeling the dampness already spreading there.

"I've had enough of your games, my dear," he said softly. "Quite enough."

With brutal suddenness he ran his finger up into her cunt, lifting her whole body on his hand. Again she screamed and begged, but he ran his finger around her wet hole far a few moments and then stepped back, getting the whole view of her, the arrogance gone, staring terrified at the whip in his hand.

"Now I'm going to show you what cockteasers get," he said.