Kryztal

Kryztal Part 2 (of 10 Parts)
Carmenica Diaz © 2004

Kryztal Part 2: Kryztal is available .

Caroline didn't return to the office. Instead, after a long bath to totally remove the scent and feel of the oil on her body - something the quick shower hadn't been able to do - she wondered desperately how she would conceal the marks.

Standing naked in the bathroom, Caroline examined herself carefully, particularly the red marks that covered her back and bottom. He really walloped me , she thought wonderingly, really laid into me like he didn't care. Of course , she reminded herself, he didn't care. In his mind, I was just a slut called Kryztal.

Her nipples were sore, as were her bits and bottom. Her fingers hovered over her clit, and it would be so easy to lie on the bed and cum at last, to find sexual relief, but she didn't because she just didn't want to use her vibrator so soon after those othe r vibrators had been used on her. A small voice inside her also stated that if Caroline did masturbate, it would be completely unsatisfying alone. Why did all that sick stuff make me so hot ?

It had taken some scrubbing to remove the fake tattoo and that in itself had hurt as the stiff bristles rubbed over her stinging bottom. Through gritted teeth, she stoically bore the pain as she removed the last piece of evidence that she had once been Kryztal.

She lavished perfume on herself in an effort to remove the last lingering traces of the oil and then hunted through her drawers for an old pair of pyjamas she had received as a gift a few years ago. They were a little big and baggy in silver satin material covered with plump red hearts. Hal hated them, said they were frumpy and definitely not sexy, so she never wore them.

Hopefully , Caroline thought as she adjusted her hair, Hal wouldn't want sex tonight . For a fleeting moment, she was jealous of Kryztal but she thrust the entire episode from her mind. I just have to be a better wife, Caroline told herself, so he won't need to go to horrible places like that again.

Hal was going to be late as he had a client meeting, or so he had told Caroline. Of course, she was now immediately suspicious of everything he had ever told her. Slipping into bed, snapping off the light the moment she heard his BMW pull in, Caroline pretended to be asleep while asking herself over and over again, What's wrong with me? Why aren't I enough for my husband? How can he love me and go to a place like that? Perhaps, a pervasive voice whispered in her mind , he doesn't love you and, honestly, do you really love him?

Hal stood in the dark bedroom, silhouetted by the door and whispered, 'Are you awake, honey?' He was rewarded by silence and deep breathing and he silently closed the door, slipping into the living room for a drink, telling himself with a grin that Caroline must have had a hard day in court.

Caroline heard the door close, wiped the soft tears from her eyes and tried to go to sleep, hoping to dream of a fluffy and safe world where she was still in control and people were nice to each other and nobody knew what a flogger was! And husbands and wives loved each other and dreamed of white picket fences.

When her eyes flickered open as morning light filtered through the Roman blinds, Caroline heard Hal's deep breathing behind her, his body pressing against hers and she immediately felt his morning erection. Well , she thought savagely as she pulled the covers back and ran to the bathroom, he can fix that without me !

After going to the toilet, she tiptoed back in to select underwear including a full slip as well as a robe, and then locked the bathroom door behind her. The marks are fading , she tried to convince herself as she studied her bottom, and they'll be gone soon . Her bits were still sore, the thought of having sex made her wince and she flinched when she experimentally touched her nipples.

He enjoys doing that stuff , Caroline wondered, why does he ? It was an obvious question, but Caroline ignored the more obvious one: why was she still brimming with unfulfilled sexual desire, why did constant images of what he had done to her flicker within her mind and continue to stimulate her?

Hal was awake when she slipped back in fresh from her shower, smelling sweet, head down and holding the robe closed primly at her throat.

He smiled and patted the bed. 'Come back to bed, honey,' he said, pulling the sheet back to display his rigid cock, 'I've got something for you.'

God, he's an animal! If he thinks I'm going to let him after what he did to me! But, he didn't know it was you an inner voice corrected her, did he? I don't care , Caroline argued silently with impeccable female logic, he should have recognised me and rescued me! But then, you wouldn't have been flogged, would you? I don't wish to discuss that ! I think you liked it, I know you liked it!

'I can't,' she mumbled, ducking into her walk-in wardrobe, looking through the rows and rows of dresses and suits, 'I have an early meeting,' she called out with what she hoped was a cheerful voice.

Dressed in a charcoal skirt and jacket, peach blouse and dark stockings she emerged to find Hal still grinning, a cold glimmer within his eyes, and still with an erection. 'You sure, honey?'

'Yes,' she said, dropping her heels onto the polished floor and carefully stepping into them.

'Okay.'

There was something in the way he said it that made Caroline look up. There was obvious disappointment evident in his voice but there was something else, something that made Caroline suspect that Hal was thinking of visiting Bea's. God no! Not that bitch and her sluts !

It was a simple part of her character that Caroline didn't like to lose and her competitive streak took over. There was no way he was going back there! Caroline sat on the bed and smiled at her husband. 'Maybe I've got time to help,' she said softly, sliding her hand under the sheet and gently wrapping her fingers around his cock.

Hal moaned softly as she slowly began to tug his cock, sliding the foreskin up and down. Jesus,' he said, lying back, the sheet falling to one side and Caroline looked at his naked body, the firm stomach and chiselled chest, strong arms and, of course, the rigid cock that pulsed in both her hands.

He opened his eyes lazily to look at her and Caroline smiled and then pouted, 'You don't like it?' Her fingers kept moving softly and he gasped.

'I love it,' he said and his eyes widened as Caroline smiled, leaned over and took the head of his cock in her mouth, her glossy red lips closing over it, sucking. He stared at her, dressed in her formal business attire, legs sleek in nylon and so cool and professionally dressed and yet she was sucking his cock. It had been a fantasy of his for some time and now it was real.

'Ooh,' he moaned and he came quickly, spurting in her mouth. To his surprise, she swallowed his cum and licked his cock. As he lay panting, she placed his cock gently on his thigh, demurely wiped her lips with a corner of the sheet and smiled at him. 'You've never done that before,' he whispered, 'Come here,' he said, reaching for her to kiss her and as he did, Caroline thought, well, I actually have done it before but it was after you flogged me!

As Caroline drove to the office, still tasting the mouthwash residue in her mouth, she admitted she felt rather sexy and sensual. More importantly, Caroline felt desired and that she had satisfied her man. Perhaps he does love me, she told herself, maybe I'm imagining things .

After a few days, the red marks had disappeared sufficiently for Caroline to believe they would soon be gone. A few small bruises would remain visible for a few more days and she had no idea how to explain those. Also, her pubic hair would take a long time before it had grown enough for her to allow Hal to see her naked and make love - in the dark of course. When it's long enough , she planned, I'll just tell him I trimmed it for a new swimsuit or something. That is, she thought petulantly , if he asks. Apparently, he doesn't notice anything about me!

Caroline was obsessed with making sure she gave Hal a hand job or a blowjob every day. Hal frankly thought it was weird and a little mechanical of her, but accepted them gladly. When he suggested they make love, Caroline desperately claimed 'women's troubles' and he shrugged and allowed her to suck him again. At that point, Caroline actually did have her period but she continued with 'women's troubles' after the 'visitor' had left. Caroline's objective, her obsession, was to get him to cum so he wouldn't call Bea. Perhaps also, it was a way of proving to herself that her doubts were false, that she did love him.

Of course, she didn't cum herself and was a bubbling inner sea of sexual discontent. And she had never bought so many bottles of mouthwash in her life and she had them scattered everywhere – in the car, in her office, in all the bathrooms and even carried a small one in her handbag.

Walking down the corridor to her office, Caroline passed Royale and smiled hello. Royale was a softly spoken black woman from Baton Rouge and, although she and Caroline were friendly, they had never developed a deep friendship. It was never discussed by either of them but it was, Caroline felt, because Royale had kind of stepped into her shoes.

Hal had engaged the legal firm Caroline worked for and she had begun to work with him, and that was when the attraction began. After they were married, the firm allocated a new lawyer, Royale, to work with Hal's company.

Jo, Caroline's secretary buzzed her and said 'Bea Rutledge is on line two, Mrs Blaine.'

Steeling herself, Caroline picked the telephone up and said coldly, 'Yes?'

'How's that handsome husband of yours, Caroline?' Bea asked nastily and Caroline could imagine her smiling as she said it.

'He's been in New York for a week,' she answered coolly, 'he won't be back until next week.'

'Apparently, he's arranged an interim flying visit,' Bea said smoothly, 'he called me to ask if Kryztal was available tomorrow.'

'What?' Caroline's world collapsed, heart pounded loudly and the hand that now held the telephone as if it was a hissing serpent, trembled.

'I think you heard. Well,' Bea snapped after a moment of leaden silence, 'is Kryztal available?'

Caroline stared at that hateful telephone. He was going back to Bea's , she thought miserably, after all those hand jobs and blowjobs, he's still going back! One week away from me and he runs to Bea! I'm not enough for him! He doesn't love me!

And, a tiny voice whispered, he wants Kryztal! If you say no, Bea will set him up with some other slut, do you want him with another woman? And then that tiny voice snickered and asked, Don't you want to be Kryztal again? Do you remember what it felt like? And you do so need to cum.

'Yes,' Caroline whispered, 'Kryztal is available.'

'Tomorrow at two and it would be helpful if you shaved and didn't wear all the jewellery. I run a volume business and it takes time to get you ready, and time is money!'

'I'll prepare,' she murmured, wondering if she was about to cry.

Caroline hung up and called Jo in to rearrange all her appointments for the next day. 'Is everything okay, Mrs Blaine?' Jo asked and Caroline tried a weak smile.

'Yes, I'm just a little off colour.'

She didn't sleep that well that night, tossing and turning with strange dreams. One of the dreams stayed with her when she woke, it had been so vivid. Caroline had been dragged naked and in chains to the centre of the colosseum in ancient Rome and it was full of jeering Romans in their togas as she was flogged by a huge muscular man with a metal mask and then given to the lions. Instead of eating her, the lions mounted her and fucked her to the applause of the crowd and thumbs up from the emperor.

Caroline went to the office for the morning and then returned home to prepare. After removing her makeup and taking a long hot shower to remove all traces of her signature perfume, she sat on the toilet and gently lathered her pubic region. Carefully, Caroline shaved herself and stared at her bald crotch. It will take ages to grow, she moaned silently, I'm right back where I started.

Dressed in jeans, sneakers and jacket and wearing dark glasses, Caroline took a cab to Bea's. She had left all her jewellery at home, wound her hair close to her skull in a flat bun and wore no makeup. No one, she told herself, would recognise me if they saw me like this . That thought, and the thought of what she was doing, gave her an illicit and deep thrill.

In the back of the cab, Caroline stared at the traffic sliding past, normal people going about their normal and mundane lives while she…well, what she was doing was definitely not normal. That made it all the more puzzling why she had been seized by a low throbbing sexual desire since she had agreed to be Kryztal once again.

Breanne silently showed her to different room with some sort of pulley device attached to the ceiling, a ceiling that was also covered with a mirror. She looked around and couldn't see a bed, just the dreaded chest of drawers, and a door to what she guessed was the bathroom and a long black leather sofa.

'I'm surprised to see you again,' Breanne said flatly, 'but I guess you know what you're doing. Do you want to get ready?'

Caroline warily looked at Breanne, who studied her calmly, arms folded. Sighing, Caroline kicked her sneakers off, slipped her jeans, jacket and top off and dropped them on the sofa. Breanne scooped them up and waited for the plain white underwear Caroline had chosen. Somehow, wearing sensual lingerie to this event was tacky, almost dirty, and definitely absurd.

Trying to be haughty and disdainful, which is rather difficult to achieve naked in front of someone who is fully clothed, Caroline tossed her bra and panties onto the sofa and watched as Breanne scooped them up.

'The wig and other stuff is in the bottom drawer, Kryztal,' she said with a sad smile and left with the clothes.

Caroline snapped the skullcap tightly over her head and then slid the bright red wig on. She had to grudgingly admit, it did kind of suit her in a brash way and she pulled it into a long ponytail. A tube of lip-gloss was also in the drawer, in that absurdly bright orange colour, Caroline noticed, that only sluts would wear. Shrugging her shoulders, she applied the lip-gloss and smacked her lips at her reflection. Wish I had some eye shadow , she found herself thinking, I could make my eyes slutty as well .

The flesh coloured plastic paste was also there and she bent over and smoothed it carefully over her birthmark. While it was drying, Caroline removed a leather hood from the drawer and put it on, leaving it undone at the back. I look like catwoman , she laughed at the reflection in the mirror spite of herself, it's even got little ears! How could men find that sexy? The hood enclosed her head with large holes for her eyes and mouth and smaller holes over her nostrils but left her mouth free and fastened around the throat.

Breanne returned and nonchalantly tossed Caroline a bottle of the oil. 'I'll do your back,' she said, showing Caroline the other container she carried.

Caroline rubbed the exotically perfumed oil on her breasts, legs, arms and stomach while Breanne smoothed it in on her back and bottom. 'You've still got a few marks from last time,' Breanne observed but Caroline icily ignored her.

Gleaming in the light, Caroline inspected herself in the mirror while Breanne arranged her ponytail through the hole in the back of the hood and then locked it tight.

Bea strode in and Caroline glared at her through the hood, hands on hips. 'Kryztal,' Bea said with a mocking smile, 'how nice of you to come.'

Caroline turned back to the mirror, hoping Bea would take the hint. Breanne knelt and applied the tattoo transfer to her left bottom. 'Let me cut to the chase, Kryztal,' Bea snapped, 'it's forty percent for you and sixty for me, I cover all overheads. Last time, I kept it all, call it a tuition fee.'

Caroline whirled on her angrily. 'Forty percent? What are you talking about? What do you think I am…'

'I think we know what you are,' Bea said mildly, lighting one of her pink cigarettes. ' You get forty percent and any tip he leaves.'

'Do you have to smoke that thing in here?' Caroline snapped. 'It smells like burning rubber!'

Breanne grinned at that and then quickly formed a blank expression when Bea glared down at her. 'If you don't want the forty percent, fine!' Bea snapped.

'Forty percent of what?' Caroline demanded.

Bea slyly smiled. 'How much for an hour with Kryztal? Five.'

'Five? Five what?'

'Five thousand dollars.'

Caroline suddenly felt weak and steadied herself with a hand to the chest of drawers. 'Hal pays five thousand dollars?'

'No, he gets a discount because he recommends so many of his clients. Hal only pays two and a half. It's a bargain,' Bea added maliciously as she swept out the door.

Caroline was stunned and Breanne held up the ring gag. 'You don't want him to hear your voice, do you?' Caroline shook her head and meekly accepted the gag. Breanne locked it tight and then locked leather cuffs with large metal rings on Caroline's wrists and ankles.

Breanne pressed a button and four chains with hooks on the end slowly lowered from the ceiling. Caroline looked desperately at Breanne, questions alive in her eyes, but Breanne ignored her, fastening one hook to each wrist and ankle.

The chains smoothly retracted into the ceiling and in a matter of minutes, Caroline was suspended horizontally in mid air, staring up at her reflection in the mirror above her. The chains pulled her arms and legs out so she was in a star shape, her breasts falling to the side, head hanging back and her crotch exposed and open.

'Have fun,' Breanne said sadly and turned down the lights before closing the door behind her.

It was difficult for Kryztal to keep her head from falling back and utterly embarrassing when she looked up and saw her naked reflection in the ceiling mirror. The gag was beginning to hurt already and Kryztal wondered how long she would have to hang like this.

She didn't have to wait long. The door opened and Hal stepped inside, nonchalantly dropping his coat over the back of the sofa like he was in his own place.

His face was alive with a cold smile, one that Kryztal had never seen before, and his eyes glittered as he inspected her, examined her like she was a piece of meat he had just bought. In a way , Kryztal told herself, he had, and she tried to remain calm, to keep the fear that was surging within her under control.

'Ah,' he said softly, bending over so his face filled the eyeholes of the hood, 'Kryztal, I just couldn't get you out of my mind, thinking about what I would do to you if I got the opportunity again.' Hal laughed and walked to the control panel. 'I want you at the correct height,' he said. The pulleys whirred and Kryztal felt herself being lifted.

Hal stood with his groin level with Kryztal's face. 'That's better,' he said, 'now, let's check the other end.' Kryztal looked up at her reflection and saw Hal was standing between her legs, his groin inches from her pussy. 'Just right,' he said, looking up at the reflection on the ceiling and grinning.

She heard him at the chest of drawers and her heart sank. Moments later he was leering down at her and Kryztal began to struggle and gurgle in the gag when she saw the nipple clamps in his hands.

Laughing, he squeezed her left breast firmly and sucked hard on her nipple, his teeth dragging across it, teasing it until he let it go and snapped the clamp closed on it.

He stood with his arms calmly folded, his Ralph Lauren tie loose at his collar while she bucked on the swing, eyes wide and spluttering in her gag. 'The other one looks lonely,' Hal laughed, walked around and the same procedure was applied to her right nipple.

Tears were gathering in her eyes from the pain and she knew it would be worse, much worse, when he removed them. Her eyes bulged when she saw him in the reflection standing between her legs, fingers touching her lips with one hand and a clamp in the other. No , she silently screamed, no, please, please, not that ! But all Hal heard was a rising crescendo of unintelligible squeaks, which he completely ignored, and calmly pulled the sensitive skin of her pussy out to gain purchase between forefinger and thumb, and then snapped the clamp shut.

The two intimate clamps were attached and Kryztal was writhing on the swing, rocking back and forth, tears flowing from her eyes, perspiration building under the hood and salt beginning to sting her eyes. Strangely, it didn't hurt as much as her nipples but at the back of her mind, she wondered what it would feel like when he removed them and the blood flowed back.

As Kryztal rocked back and forth in her own world, Hal casually undressed and soon presented his hard cock to Kryztal's mouth, which was forcibly held open by the gag. He began to fuck her face and then stopped, positioning her and then rocking her back and forth on the suspension so she was sliding up and down his cock. 'I think I'll patent this,' he chuckled, 'the automatic face fuck.'

He withdrew his cock and walked to the drawers. A moment later, Kryztal heard that now familiar whistling of the flogger and was blinded by white-hot pain as he whipped it over her bits. Sobbing into the gag, Kryztal rocked back and forth, trying to escape the small stings and he laughed. The clamps were suddenly removed and the rush of blood stung but, thankfully, didn't hurt as much as she knew the nipple clamps would when they were removed. The thought occurred to her that she was getting used to the pain, that she didn't feel it as sharply as the previous time.

Hal adjusted the controls of the pulleys and Kryztal felt the chains holding her arms begin to rise while the ones connected to her ankles began to fall. In a matter of seconds, she was upright, swinging gently from her arms and her toes about six inches from the floor.

'Beautiful,' Hal said, looking at her glistening body as it swung gently before him. Kryztal blinked furiously through the hood, trying to clear her eyes from the stinging perspiration and saw Hal was naked, his cock hard, and was tapping the flogger in one hand while he watched her.

Standing behind her, he began to flog her and Kryztal writhed on the chains as he methodically flogged her bottom and back. Salvia dripped from her mouth as she futilely attempted to form words, to scream, to protest – anything! But still he flogged until his own body was glistening with perspiration in the amber light.

Kryztal saw the flogger suddenly fly past her as Hal tossed it towards the sofa and she hung, head down, sobbing into the gag and trying to regain her breath. She was deep in a space she had never visited, the world had slowed down and her body was becoming numb while her clit throbbed with need, a need that was becoming desperate.

He stood in front of her again and her eyes bulged when she saw he had a long thin cane in his hand and a cruel smile on his face. 'I'm going to give you three strokes,' he said calmly. Kryztal wanted to scream at him, to beg, anything! 'These canes can break your skin and mark you badly,' he said in that southern accent Kryztal had once thought had sounded so soft and sexy. 'I don't give a fuck if it does mark you, but you probably you do. Listen.' He swung the cane through the air and Kryztal heard the whistling sound it made. 'My advice is that when you hear that, you swing forward, to minimise the stroke.'

No , Kryztal screamed in her gag, please oh please, don't!

Hal watched her and said, 'I don't know why they insist on locking that gag on you. Next time, I'll ask them not to, I'd like to hear your special little begging, baby.'

He walked behind her and Kryztal listened intently and jerked forward frantically when she heard that awful whistling noise. The gag muffled most of her scream as the white-hot slash of pain cut across her bottom, but Hal smiled at the noises Kryztal was uttering. She danced frantically on the chains like a deranged puppet, trying to minimise the pain, but to her at that moment, everything in her world consisted of one agonising moment of a blistering, slicing pain.

Sobbing, Kryztal tried to listen for the second. It was the second, wasn't it? God, when was this torture going to be over? Don't hurt me, please don't hurt me!

She managed to swing forward the moment the awful sound of the cane reached her ears and writhed in burning agony on the chains, rocking and sobbing incoherently, her breasts rising and falling as she gasped for air against the pain.

The third stroke was fast in coming, she wasn't really prepared and it felt like someone had cut her skin with a knife that had been heated in a furnace. Tears were rolling freely out of the bottom of the hood and she didn't even realise that Hal had adjusted the chains and she was horizontal again.

Looking up at her reflection, Hal standing casually between her legs, it took a moment to realise he was fucking her, casually using her while she hung there. It was a shock to realise she hadn't even felt him slide in, that he was using her as casually as a college boy jerks off before classes.

Kryztal's eyes stared up at the reflection, wondering if she would see blood dripping from her slashed bottom. He smacked her stomach as he fucked her but it didn't hurt, it was really nothing compared to the caning.

'You're so fucking wet. You really are a pain slut,' he murmured and Kryztal wondered if she heard an admiring tone within that devil's voice, perhaps even surprise. 'There's something I want to try,' Hal said, smiling up at the reflection while snapping a latex glove over his hand. 'You see my hand? I want to get this into your juicy cunt, right up to here,' he said, tapping his wrist and Kryztal was horrified.

'And you're going to help me,' Hal said as he coated the glove with lubricant. 'If you don't,' he said coldly, 'I will give you ten strokes with the cane across your back. You'll be like a zebra for months.'

The implications of what he said hit her like a ton of bricks. I have to try, I have to, Kryztal told herself, women have babies, I can do it! The thought of ten strokes with the cane made her shudder.

Kryztal felt Hal's fingers inside her. Was it two fingers , she wondered, he has such big hands, was it two ?

She squinted up at the reflection and saw he was moving his fingers in and out and God, it felt good ! 'Okay,' she heard him say as he bent low over her, 'that's four fingers.'

Four fingers , her mind screamed, impossible! But she felt full, felt owned.

'Okay, slut,' he said calmly, 'start rocking and fucking my hand so I can get my thumb in. Or, maybe you want the cane?'

Frantically, Kryztal began to rock, to move back and forth and she was fascinated by the lewd image in the mirror as it looked like she was fucking his hand. Back and forth, back and forth and deeper and deeper. God , she moaned into the gag, this feels wonderful, so full, so big !

Somewhere in the dark recesses of her mind, Kryztal heard Hal laugh in victory but she didn't care. Then, pain hit her nipples as he ripped the clamps from her and she bucked and rolled on his hand, eyes widening when she saw in the mirror he had his hand in her to his wrist.

It hit her like a tidal wave and she was full of wet hot desire. Please , she begged into the gag, please let me cum !

But he didn't understand and probably didn't care as he slowly removed his hand, pulling her cunt open to allow air in so he could free that hand, that large hand. As he flexed his free fingers, he leaned forward and stared at her groin, frowned and then a thoughtful expression flickered across his face.

Kryztal felt disappointed, felt empty and discarded, as she lay suspended, head back, fake red hair hanging in the space as Hal walked around her and thrust his cock into her mouth.

Dully, she sucked him and dutifully accepted his cum. She was used to it now and just wanted to get it over with. Hal dressed in silence, spilled dollar notes on her stomach and left, the door slamming behind him.

Breanne took her down and removed the cuffs, hood and gag while Caroline tried to flex her aching muscles. Gathering her courage, she turned to the mirror and examined her back. Three red stripes could be seen across her bottom while the rest of her skin was flushed from the flogger.

How do I explain this , she worried, head in her hands, how do I ?

Caroline didn't bother with a shower and dressed in her clothes that were offered by Breanne. She wanted to get out of there as quickly as she could and didn't protest when Breanne pushed a wad of notes, plus the notes left by Hal, into her handbag.

Her body hurt with every step she took towards the street and she hoped that Hal was sticking to his publicised itinerary of being in New York for another week. She wanted time alone, time to think this all through, time to make some decisions.

As she rode home in the cab, her bottom and bits hurting every time she moved on the car seat, she wondered dismally what she was going to do. This , she told herself, can't go on. Kryztal has to go and we have to talk this through. If it ends in divorce , Caroline sighed, so be it .

Caroline stared at the 'normal' world through her dark glasses and hoped she would get home before she began to cry.

End Kryztal Part 2 (of 10 Parts)
Carmenica Diaz © 2004