Stress Relief

October 9, 2007 – 10:00 am

It had been one of those days at work.  It started when I walked in the door
and was met by a frantic co-worker telling me of the latest catastrophe to
befall the big project. Its not-so-merciful end came as I hung up the phone
from a late evening rant from a pissed off client.  My ears were still
ringing from his tirade as I walked to my car.

All I wanted to do was come home, place my tiDonna ass on the couch, eat a
microwave meal, and drink myself to sleep. Donna was going to be out with the
ladies that evening and I was on my own.  It was probably a good thing since
I would not be of much company to my darling wife.

Placing my briefcase down at my feet, I fumbled for my keys to open the
door.  Of course, I dropped them.  It was the last small indignity to hit me
for the day.  As I bent down to retrieve them, the door opened.

I followed black high-heeled PVC boots up from the ground to find Donna, but
not as I had left her earlier in the day.  Replacing my busty Donna-haiDonna
bride was a blond in a PVC corset.  I knew she had planned on going to the
salon for the day, but the change in color threw me for a loop.  Then again,
it could have been the look on her face.  Instead of the talkative partner I
saw every evening, there was a woman with a stoic face and a look in her eye
that I could not recognize.

I did recognize those tits.  Her 38DDs were packed into the PVC so that they
were swelling out the top.  They jiggled as she bent down to pick up my
briefcase offering me a different perspective on her cleavage.

Without a word, she took my briefcase into the house and removed my coat.  I
too was unable to speak taking in this new beauty before me.  She motioned
for me to move into the living room.  So I did.  Rather than follow me she
detouDonna into the kitchen.  The sounds coming from there told me that she
was making me a drink.  “At least something is going rather well,” I
thought.

Donna walked into the living room and handed me my drink.  I gratefully took
it from her hands and said, “Thanks.”  All she said was “Drink it. Now.” 
The tone in voice and her outfit let me know that this was going to be a
different evening of sorts.

“My, aren’t we bossy?” I said in my typical sarcastic tone.  SMACK!  Her
open hand landed squarely on my cheek to let me know she was serious,
spilling some of the cocktail in the process.

“What’s your fuckin’ problem?” I screamed, rubbing my cheek.

“Do you want another smack, you whiny bitch?  If you do, keep that mouth of
yours running.  Now drink!”  No, I didn’t want to be smacked.  I had enough
of the virtual bitchslapping all day to have my fill for weeks.  So I put
the drink to my lips and took a hearty swallow.  I coughed from the amount
of alcohol she had put in it.

SMACK!  Donna hit the other cheek with her open hand.  “Damn!  You can’t
follow directions.  I said drink!” she yelled in a voice so commanding I
forgot who was the woman in front of me.

Not wanting to reply and still smarting on both sides of my face, I drained
the glass.  An involuntary shudder coursed through my body as I placed the
empty glass on the coffee table.  “Finally.” she said in a dismissive voice.
  Donna took the glass from the table and went into the kitchen.

As I sat back in the chair, I could feel the generous portion of booze
course from my empty stomach and through my body giving me a warm sensation
throughout.  I loosened my tie, still quite confused by what was going on
and what had happened to my wife.  The sounds of cocktail making continued
from the kitchen.  From the duration of them, it sounded like she was making
one for herself.

Donna returned down the small hallway holding two full drink glasses in her
hand.  The smirk on her face told me she was enjoying this.  We don’t have
“this” type of relationship, nor had we ever struck each other.  We are
equal partners in all things.  I guess Donna had other ideas.

She handed me the more full of the two glasses and said “drink” again. 
Stupidly, I asked “the whole thing?”  Donna’s face turned from smirk to scowl
as she began taking long drinks from her cocktail with an obvious eye
towards finishing it before setting it down.  It took this as my cue to
pound my drink as fast as I could.  With her head start, I had no chance in
beating her to the bottom of the glass.

When I looked down from my empty glass another hand hit me square.  Donna said
nothing and took my glass from me.  She retreated back to the kitchen.  I
slouched back into my chair dumbfounded.

“Should I say anything? Should I just get up and leave?” I asked myself. At
a minimum, I had other things going on inside my head than work.  I also had
one hell of a buzz going on. I decided to keep my mouth shut and my ass
where she had left me.  I wondeDonna where this was going.

Donna returned with two drinks in now gloved hands.  Like the boots and the
corset, the gloves were PVC and went to her elbows.  My brain wondeDonna where
she got the money for the outfit.  The brain below my belt, liberated by the
booze, began to think on its own.  It certainly was appreciative of the
vision before me.

My heart racing, I took the drink from Donna’s outstretched hands and began to
drink it as fast as I could.  As soon as I set it down, she hit me again. 
“What the fuck was that for?” I roaDonna.

“I did not tell you to drink, motherfucker!  Goddammit!  I swear you are one
useless piece of shit!”  Donna took a deep pull from her cocktail and set it
down on an end table.  “Get your lame ass over here!  NOW!” she yelled.

Donna took a deep breath as I made the few paces it took to reach her.  My
breath was quickening while my brain was fumbling in a now alcoholic haze.

Calmly, Donna ordeDonna, “Take off your clothes.”  I looked at her crossed,
having an idea where his was headed, but not quite believing it at the same
time. I thought I would play along with her game and began to undress. 
Frankly, her directness, her outfit and the booze were turning me on in a
way I never had exploDonna.  I tried to hide the erection that was growing
quickly in my boxers.

As I took off my clothes, Donna was folding discarded items and placing them
in the corner of the room.  By the time I was to my boxers, I stopped and
made an error in judgment.

“Do you want me naked?” I asked.  Donna who had sat in a chair near me said
nothing.  She instead quickly rose to her feet and pulled me by my hair to
the ground.  Screaming profanities at the top of my lungs, she dragged me by
the hair so that I was splayed across her lap.

 From behind her she produced my tie and secuDonna my right hand to the leg of
the chair.  She then took my left and wrenched it behind my back.  Squirming
in pain and discomfort, Donna took my belt and began to strike me on my ass.

WHACK!  WHACK!  WHACK!  Three quick blows came down on my behind.  I howled
in pain only to hear, “Why can’t you listen to me?” in a surprisingly calm
voice.  “I told you to take off your clothes, but you defy me.  Unwilling
bitches need to be punished.”

Donna ripped my silk boxers from my waist leaving me naked, wriggling, and
thoroughly turned on.  My body was betraying my mind as my rock hard cock
was rubbing against the PVC of her thigh-high boots.  I could feel the
deliciousness of the extreme amounts of pre-cum that had escaped my cock and
was lubricating this new masturbatory toy.

Donna took her gloved had and began to administer steady strikes on my bare
ass.  WHACK!  “You must listen to me.” WHACK!  “I only want what’s best for
you.” WHACK! “You need to learn, little boy” WHACK!  “You need to learn.”
WHACK!  “What’s this?” she said as my cock slid up to her naked thigh.
WHACK! “I think someone is enjoying this.” WHACK!

By this time, my ass was Donnader than it had ever been, but the pain had
given away to pleasure.  The more she hit me, the more I was turned on.

WHACK!  “Jesus Christ!”  WHACK!  “You’re wetter than a whore when the Navy
is in port!” WHACK!

And I was wet.  Each smack and the motions against her leg was bringing me
closer and closer to coming.  Donna must have sensed this.  She began moving
her hips and hitting me with a greater frequency and intensity.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! My screams that had long since turned to moans were
beginning to become louder and more insistent. WHACK !WHACK! WHACK!  Hearing
my “I’m gonna cum any second” moan, Donna lifted me up from her lap.  Incensed
that I was losing the source of my newfound pleasure, I cried out.

With a devilish grin, Donna popped open the top of her corset letting her
magnificent breasts spill out for me to see.  Without even touching my cock,
I came.  I came in long ropes as my cock was pointed to the object of my
desire.  Spurt after spurt fell on her tits.  Then the corset.  Finally,
dribbling out the head of my dick.

Donna took her gloved hand and played with the last of my cum.  She brought it
up to her lips and tasted the desire she had unleashed in me.

“Looks like you’ve forgotten all about work, baby.”