Rapacious Hunger Ch

"I really need to work on my stamina..." Dominick said bright and early in the morning. Half a month had passed since adding Sabrina to his familial BDSM harem, and for the time being both her and Emily were oblivious to the fact that they were not the only ones being put to the rope by their father. Emily was motivated by her budding masochistic interests and Sabrina by her incestuous attraction to her father, while Dominick himself was just happy to indulge himself sexually after years of neglect from his wife Suzette.

Fatigue had set in from him dominating and screwing his two daughters on a near daily basis, but at least he was able to keep the scheduling under his control. Emily was out like a light after a certain hour, allowing him to "reserve" the time for Sabrina so the two would never overlap, and Suzette's job as a nurse working any shift she could get her hands on created plenty of opportunities for them to have explicit fun with each other. Now he just needed to be physically and mentally up to the task.

Dominick's morning coffee having finished brewing, he took his mug and began pacing around the first floor of his house trying to get the blood circulating after having just woken up. After taking a few laps around the house, he stopped and found himself staring at the basement door in the hallway. The door was simple and innocuous, but the door knob was locked. It always has been, but the door itself had not been opened for the past five years, and for good reason. Because the basement floor was a BDSM dungeon.

Following the abrupt walking in of their daughters on their bondage play on their second-floor bedroom and subsequent decision to axe their naughty sex life, the basement too needed to be sealed to avoid exposing their then young daughters further. Dominick and Suzette collected a great deal of fond erotic memories in their fully decked out "playroom" in the prime of their marriage, but now it was just collecting dust.

Dominick considered reviving the dungeon given his newfound relationship with Emily and Sabrina, but he knew Suzette would suspect something immediately if he tried cleaning up or renovating the space. Even if she caught him freshening up the space and used the excuse he was just cleaning it out, all that would do was facilitate the dungeon's deconstruction in favor of the creation of a less unsavory space. Letting the basement sit unused at least kept Dominick's fond memories intact.

The front door of the house then opened, catching Dominick off guard, until he saw the figure of a woman in her late thirties with short black hair and curvy figure. It was his wife Suzette, and she had returned home, prompting a comment and question from Dominick.

"So long will you be home for?" Dominick asked not with passive aggression to her frequent absences, but more out of cautious curiosity since he knew bondage time with either of his daughters would be on hold so long as she was home. He knew he was cheating on her twice over, and despite holding a great deal of resentment towards her for ending their BDSM relationship years ago, he still cared enough to spare her feelings by keeping her in the dark, even if it was also in service of avoiding her justified condemnation of him.

"My colleagues on the floor coordinated my shifts so I could be home for a whole day today." Suzette said somewhat flustered. "They made a point that I was burning myself out and not spending enough time with my family, and I honestly can't argue with that. Much as I hate to admit it, there is a limit to how much I can take and for so long before I crack." she said as she stretched out her back and limbs at the front door.

Dominick was somewhat annoyed by the statement given that he too had been at his limit for much longer. He had been deprived of carnal attention from her to the point where he did break and wound up in not one, but two incestuous relationships with his own daughters just to feed his kink. Still, Dominick held back his resentment. "Glad to have you back for an extended stretch then." he lied with a forced smile on his face.

Something then occurred to Suzette, and with the greetings out of the way, she decided to jump right on it. "I know I haven't been around as much as I probably should, so maybe it's just me, but have you noticed Sabrina and Emily acting a little...different lately? For the past month the atmosphere has just felt weird the few times I have managed to talk to them." Suzette said inquisitively as she inadvertently poked the taboo hornet nest.

'Crap, she's sharp as a tack!' Dominick thought in a panic upon realizing his wife was far more aware than he initially gave her credit for. "What do you mean? They seem the same to me, but then again I'm a guy, so maybe I just don't notice this sort of thing?" Dominick said in a sloppy attempt at deflection trying to play dumb about the fact he ushered them personally not just into womanhood, but into the depths of the BDSM culture.

"They are definitely acting off." Suzette insisted. "Emily is usually so reserved, but she gets noticeably flustered whenever I am around her now. And Sabrina, lately she has the exact same face she had back when she was a child when she tried to lie to me about not sneaking snickerdoodles from the cookie jar. She's doing something she shouldn't behind my back, I'm just not sure what..." Suzette said like an amateur detective having successfully picked up on both of her daughter's guilt.

Dominick was getting uncomfortable with how close his wife was getting to the truth, and he needed to discreetly steer her clear of it. "You're probably just overthinking things. I'm sure Emily is just slowly coming out of her shell socially and is just nervous about being more vulnerable in front of you. And if Sabrina is doing something wrong, I'm sure she will either reverse course on her own or come to us if things are getting out of hand for her. No need for us to pry into their privacy." Dominick said calmly, trying not to sound suspicious.

But Suzette was not done. "Come to think of it, you have been acting off yourself. You too have been cagey around me during the few times we do actually see each other. Is something going on that you're not telling me about? Credit card debt? Termites about to collapse our house? I know I'm not exactly the most present partner, but you can still confide any secrets with me if you are in crisis yourself." Suzette offered openly.

Dominick took a sip of the burning hot coffee to calm his fraying nerves at his wife's astute observations to his own guilt before coming up with an excuse. "It's nothing you can help with really. Work has just been taking a lot out of me too, and I feel guilty I hardly have the energy to entertain you when we both manage to be home at the same time. It dominates over both of our lives, and we both can't help it if it ties up all of our time with each other." Dominick said analytically, trying to hide behind work as a cover story.

There was a prolonged silence between the two of them after the excuse was given. Not because of suspected foul play or deception, but just a silent understanding that work was indeed a valid barrier. Dominick broke the silence as he returned the half full coffee mug to the nearby table. "Speaking of which, I really need to get going. Maybe we can do something together when I get back tonight?" he said as he shuffled past Suzette and out the door, promptly escaping the uncomfortable discussion.

Her frazzled husband had left, but the gears in Suzette's head kept turning. "It has to be more than just overwork overload." she said aloud not satisfied with the agreed upon answer. She did notice he was facing the basement door when she came in, so she turned her inspection to the wooden door. But nothing was out of place. No damage to the structure, the lock still firmly in place. Realizing where the door led brought back old pleasant memories of the halcyon days of her marriage, and then it suddenly hit her.

"It "dominates" our lives...it "ties up" all of our time." Suzette said to herself. A complex swirl of guilt, regret, and self-loathing came over her as she stood in front of the door blankly. She had found the answer to her question, and it killed her for not noticing it sooner. "I'm a complete fool..." she said with lament as she quickly began contemplating an in-depth fix for her husband's source of dismay, as well as her own..."

(Later that evening)

"Hopefully this will help smooth things over with Suzette." Dominick said to himself as he pulled into the driveway of his home and looked over at the arrangement of elegant flowers he bought. He could sense the tension between him and his wife when he left for work in the morning, and he also needed a means to keep her from questioning him further, and flowers seemed like an effective albeit cliché means of showing love and devotion...even when he clearly was not demonstrating that thanks to his carnal hunger.

The blooms did not erase his sins of infidelity and BDSM incest with his daughters, and his shame was doing little to deter him from gorging himself on the experience. Even the remote garden center he made a detour to for the flowers per a co-worker's recommendation inadvertently put his mind back in the gutter. The garden center was run by a nice young lesbian couple, but the younger quiet one wore a large cottony face mask that reminded him far too much of a gag, baiting his hunger for domination even further.

Dominick desperately wanted to bed Emily or Sabrina tonight to work off this desire, but with Suzette home, everyone knew that was not going to be possible. Dominick sighed. "Just focus on keeping Suzette happy and oblivious. Success here means more binds and gags in the future with my daughters in the future." he said trying to lock in on the task at hand, all the while recognizing the selfish mindset of why he's trying to appease his wife.

Dominick entered a dark home. Emily was dead asleep at this hour as per usual, and Sabrina now knowing full well that kinky time with her father was off with Mom home meant she likely turned in early too. More concerning was Suzette did not seem to be present either. Given his suggestion to do something when he got back home, he figured she would at least try to wait for him. 'Maybe she just doesn't care.' a downtrodden Dominick thought to himself as he put the flowers on the kitchen table and just decided to turn in too.

Dominick ascended the stairs and walked to his bedroom door, but upon entering and closing the door behind him, what he saw next sent a jolt of excitement down his spine. He saw Suzette was still wide awake sat up on the bed, but beyond that he saw she was wearing nothing but her black lacey bra and panties. And spread out upon the bed in front of her was a wide assortment of equipment. Rope, belts, gags, adult toys, and even a cat o nine tails whip for good measure. The perfect set of utensils for dining on a submissive...

"What is..." Dominick said believing this had to be a dream before Suzette interrupted.

"Please forgive me for leaving you, my master." Suzette professed as she bowed on the bed. Seeing this and hearing the word "master" from his wife's lips after so long made the blood rush to Dominick's junk as she continued. "I have been a bad slave to you for running off for the past five years, and I'm ready to accept any punishment from you if it means you take me in under your yoke again." she said fully castrating herself before her husband.

Dominick was still at a loss for words. After being left high and dry for so long by her, he still felt a good deal of spite towards her, but seeing her submit herself to him so fully, still looking so voluptuous and fit from years of diligent work, he knew he still wanted her, and to bring her to her knees again. Even so, the suddenness of this still threw him off. "What brought all this on? I thought you said we were quitting this sort of relationship five years ago?" Dominick asked genuinely curious and still in disbelief.

"Please just play along..." Suzette begged somewhat nervously. "I know I said that back then, but it was selfish of me to ask you to give up what you love doing with me, and I can see clearly now it has left you parched and backed up after years of forced celibacy. That's the real reason you've been acting so off lately, isn't it? Not because of work stress...you're just finally at your sexual limit, and you need a release." Suzette said laying out her admittedly on point observation.

Dominick felt incredibly validated upon hearing this. Suzette understood him far more than he initially thought, and it quickly became evident why he married her in the first place. Even so, he could not help but feel Suzette was going too far out of her way just to rekindle the sort of relationship they once had.

"Suzette, you don't have to force yourself to indulge me and my sadistic hobbies you know. If you are over this chapter of our life, I won't force you to do this for me." he said trying to be considerate, all the while knowing full well he was already getting plenty of action from his daughters.

But Suzette was undeterred. "It's not like I'm doing this just for you..." Suzette said awkwardly. "I too have been..."pent up" for quite a while. I thought breaking off our master-slave relationship would get easier over time, and that my own urges would temper off. But they just grew and festered..." Suzette said somewhat frayed.

"I tried to drown my libido in work, taking any shift I could and serving literally any patient I could in place in of you, but that was a band-aid solution. I still yearn for my old chains...and my old master. So please...let me be your slave again!" Suzette said, bearing her very soul to him.

Seeing this lifted Dominick's heart. Not just from the display of submission, but from learning that he was not alone in suffering from his BDSM deprivation. The two of them experienced pointless sexual starvation, but now it seemed that was all in the past.

Dominick cleared his throat. "Alright then. I suppose we have no reason to hold ourselves back anymore. I will accept you as my bondage slave once again. Unfortunately, I fully intend to take you up on that offer of punishing you to the fullest for those five years of hell." Dominick said shifting to a more devilish tone.

Suzette perked right up upon hearing this, and even got excited to see her husband take up the mantle of master again. "Of course master. Please do your worst to this disloyal slave." she proclaimed as Dominick closed the distance and pushed her down onto the bed.

Suzette was his wife, not his daughters, so unlike with them, all of his inhibitions were gone, prompting him to rip off her bra and tear off her panties in a violent yank that destroyed the garments. "My, so forceful even after all this time. What shall we do next?" Suzette said seductively.

But Dominick was in no mood to hold a conversation, just dine on the main course set before him. "How about you shut up and just let your master take the lead as he always has?" he said sadistically as he grabbed a black leather fellatio gag on the bed and crammed it into Suzette's mouth without warning, securing the straps behind her head.

"HMMMFFF! MMMPPHHH!!" Suzette moaned with great euphoria, delighted by the feeling of being gagged after so long, all the while savoring the ASMR of her own gag talk. Dominick then roughly flipped her over and pulled her arms behind her back forcefully as he also grabbed a large coil of rope. He moved quick to fashion a tight box tie, rendering her arms useless in the process, and similarly tied his wife and slave's legs together by the calves and ankles. It was a firm but simple tie, but Dominick knew he could do better.

"Perhaps I should give you a little treat my dear..." Dominick suggested with perverse intent. He then tethered some rope around her waist and fed it in between her legs, wedging it tightly through her ass cheeks and digging it deep into her pussy as he fastened the bindings as tight as he could to secure the merciless crotch rope.

"Mmmmmfff..." Suzette purred as the pressure and pleasure from the harness rubbed against her sensitive erogenous zones with each subtle movement she made. She looked up at her master with ecstasy and gratitude in her eyes. "Hmmmfff..." she lightly moaned as she gave the cue to Dominick to take her further. And he was happy to oblige.

"A glutton for punishment aren't you? Perhaps I can give you something more restrictive and cruel." Dominick said with a sinister tone. Grabbing yet more rope, he tied a length to the restraints on her bound ankles, bent them towards him, fed the rope under the crotch rope harness from behind, and began fashioning a grim knot and loop for what he had in mind. After waiting impatiently for several minutes, a bound and curious Suzette turned her head only to see her master and husband finishing a noose knot...

"MMMPPHHH!?" Suzette cried in shock and fear as Dominick guided her head through the loop and tightened the slack around her neck firmly, forming a perilous hog tie. Suzette knew trying to unbend her legs from this position ran the risk of choking her, but her dormant masochistic tendencies got the better of her and she pulled against the rope. "HMMMMFFF!!" Suzette grumbled as the noose squeezed her neck and filled her with equal parts pain and pleasure from the sensation. The peril only excited her further.

Dominick could see Suzette really getting into it, and could not help but indulge his own destructive carnal tendencies. "If that's what you want, perhaps I can help give you a lift!" Dominick said crudely as he grabbed the connecting rope of the hog tie and lifted her off the bed. It seemed all that time at the gym in a vain attempt to burn off his hungry libido was now paying off in expected ways as his arm hoisted her up like a construction crane.

"HMMMFFF! MMMMMMM..." Suzette cried as her full body weight was distributed to three points across her body. The crotch rope that dug further into her, the noose strangling her with greater force than before, and her only saving grace was the weight bore by her legs.

Not content with a simple lift, Dominick then walked around the bedroom with his bound slave like she was nothing but a piece of luggage, and each step he took dug deeper into Suzette's crotch and tightened the noose around her neck. "Hmmmff..." she mewed in pain and euphoria as she felt herself slowly blacking out...

But before that could happen she felt herself being laid back on the bed, her master loosening his grip and loosening the noose around her neck, and uncapping the cover of her fellatio gag. The blood flow returning to her head, Suzette began choking and panting as she slowly regained her composure and began coming down from her strangulation high.

But no sooner that she felt regulated, she felt Dominick's hands gripping her skull and lifting it up. The next thing she saw was her hastily disrobed husband's cock, followed by it being shoved into her mouth. "HHMMGGGHH!!" she moaned as the member entered her mouth.

"Sorry, but I can't let you have all the fun my dear. Let's see if you can pass my "oral exam" next." Dominick said crudely as he thrust his pecker in and out of his slave's mouth. Suzette was quick to shift her focus and began licking and suckling the phallus with the vigor of a trained expert. She had years of experience under her belt, and Dominick could feel it with every subtle moist touch. He had nearly forgotten how good this felt. Not just the blow job, but the feeling of having his wife at his mercy again like good old times.

Suzette's technique was perfection, and Dominick wanted to cum, but not like this. He abruptly pulled out and let his pecker cool off a bit. Suzette looked up at him somewhat disappointed as she was more than eager to finish the job, but that just made Dominick crack a heartfelt smile.