Lisa and Mac – chap 4 – by paulb85
Lisa in the frame
It was Saturday morning. Both Lisa and I were on tender hooks. It had been an incredibly frustrating night lying beside my wife who would not allow me to touch her. She and I both knew that a gentle touch or a soft caress would lead to more wishful stroking. That in turn would lead to sex. Lisa had decided that I was to be denied release until after Mac’s visit tonight. Lisa knew that Mac liked her “clean”. It had been nearly a week of enormous frustration. She wanted to ensure that Mac’s requirements would be met, even if it meant me, beside her in bed, climbing the wall in frustration.
So much had happened in the last four weeks. Mac had discovered that my wife was a natural submissive. He had beaten her, then soothed her. Then he had fucked her in my presence. And I had acquiesced as I knew that this is what my wife wanted. We had signed a contract to allow him more access to my wife, and, controversially, allow him to introduce others to her. She and I had discussed it. She had been excited; I had been incredibly turned on. Finally, only yesterday, he had, without Lisa’s knowledge, brought a frame to the house to utilise for her training.
I was full of expectation and was looking forward to the day. Lisa was more subdued and thoughtful, but I could see that she was excited with the anticipation.
After breakfast we went through the ‘what shall I wear?’ routine. This was a no brainer in my mind.
A couple of weeks previously, when contemplating the same question for Mac’s first visit, Lisa had tried on a lovely long dress, bought by me on a whim when I had seen it displayed in a shop. It was made of a light green soft silk, with a deep V plunging neckline. The back also plunged to the top of the valley between the curve of the cheeks of her bottom. Her 36 C bust was covered with a skimpy light piece of the dress which was sufficiently loose to allow an occasional view of the swell of her breasts, from both the sides and front as she moved. If one studied her one was likely to get an unexpected view of her areola or a nipple. The material was supported by this thin strip of the dress which after attempting to cover her breasts tied behind her neck. The fabric was sufficiently light to ensure that her nipples were displayed when they were aroused.
To be honest it was not the sort of dress a girl would normally wear in public. It was more suited to the fashion catwalk or, perhaps, to very secluded company. Definitely ‘risqué mais vilain et erotique. (‘Risky, but naughty and erotic’)
I took Lisa’s hand and explained: “When Mac visited last time we decided that the green ball dress was over the top for a visit by a colleague who we did not know well.”
“Yes, that’s right.” She replied.
“Well, Lisa darling, we have progressed since then.” I kissed her on the forehead. “He is more than just a friendly work colleague now.” I explained to her gently. “He is a man who has disciplined you and fucked you,” I paused. “…..and he will be coming to our house this evening with the intention of training you to be a submissive.” Lisa gasped and I kissed her on the lips. I continued: “We need to give him a tangible sign that we are happy with the contract we signed.”
“So you think that I ought to wear the green ball dress then? It is very provocative.”
“Yes, darling. It will show him that you are ready for him to punish you and pleasure you as he see fit. You want this and he has my full permission. I will even encourage him if I think it necessary.”
Lisa was now breathing deeply. “Oh my God. Yes, that is so exciting.”
“So, Lisa darling, it will be the green dress and, what’s more, you will be naked underneath.” Actually, it was not the sort of dress under which a bra could be worn, but I wanted it to be quite clear that that she was to be without panties or a thong. It would be an enormous turn on for Mac.
In our seven years of marriage I do not think that I had ever been so direct to my lovely wife. But there had been a lot of changes recently in our relationship.
I took her in my arms and kissed her. “It is the perfect dress for the occasion darling,” I told her. “And, of course, you will wear the collar.” Lisa shivered.
After her bath she was sitting naked applying her make up. There was very little dressing to be done! We agreed that she would once again meet him at the door and make him feel welcome. I knew that the dress would act as a tremendous gift to him!
Mac arrived on time and was welcomed at the door by Lisa. I was watching from the sitting room as he put his holdall down, removed his coat and kissed her on the lips. He held her by the shoulders as he pushed her back to have a look at her from her head to her toes. “Wow!” was all he said. They came into the sitting room together, his arm around her waist, she carrying the holdall which she placed on the table, and he carrying a bottle of wine which he passed to me. He stood back and admired her. The dress was a knock out. Although full length, the plunging neck line and naked back were amazing. The thick black leather collar enhanced her sexuality and beauty enormously. Her naked white skin was accentuated from her neck to her tummy by the collar and the green silk dress. As Mac twirled her around there was a noticeable blue welt from his previous assault at the top of her bottom. “Wow”, he said again as his fingers slid over the welt.
Mac was the epitome of proprietary acting as the complete gentleman as we had pre-dinner drinks and then enjoyed the supper that Lisa had prepared for us. He couldn’t take his eyes off her for the whole meal and that made me enormously proud. I am sure that he managed to see her naked breasts several times as she moved around the table serving him, but he was polite enough not to mention it. There was one indiscretion during the meal and my heart was thumping as I watched. Lisa was holding a bowl for Mac to help himself. She was standing next to him, almost touching, as she bent to get the bowl close to his plate. His eyes were fixed on her chest. I saw his hand slip around to her backside. Lisa gasped. His hand smoothed over the distinctive curve of the dress covered buttocks. Lisa shuddered and nearly dropped the bowl. He tapped her bottom with his hand. “Looking forward to this evening?” he asked her.
Lisa gulped. “Oh. Errr…. Yes, I think so.” was all she said. He served himself from the dish.
There was one other reference to the purpose of his visit when he asked me if I had applied the balm as instructed the previous evening. I told him that I had.
After dinner as Mac and I rose from the table Lisa asked if she should clear the table and get the cushions. Mac told her that it would not be necessary. He and I went into the sitting room as he told me that we should assemble the frame. Lisa remained in the dining room and kitchen as she cleared up the plates. We manoeuvred the frame from the garage to the sitting room, unhinged the two halves and assembled it. Once erected, the frame, which was made out of sturdy wood, resembled a door frame without a door. There were several eyelets on the top beam and on the sides down to the floor. Once it was assembled I poured Mac a whisky and we took a seat waiting for Lisa to appear.