Chapter 2

“Petah, are you awake?” asked Lois.

“Yeah yeah, just give me five more minutes Ma,” he said groggily.

“Petah, I’m not your mother,” Lois knew Peter was just being sarcastic, “I wanted to discuss something with you before breakfast.”

The alarm on Lois’ phone hadn’t triggered yet. Courtesy of her blackmailer, she woke that morning from a painful shock sent simultaneously to her rectum and neck. The text told Lois she wouldn’t be allowed to wait till evening to try again.

It was dark when she woke, but the sun now barely peered over the horizon. Lois re-pointed the cameras in her bedroom and set up her phone to let her blackmailer watch.

“Petah, wake up would ya, I have something important to tell you.”

Her voice seemed none the worse for last night’s deep-throat adventure.

“Sheesh Lois, it’s still dark out! Can’t it wait?”

“The sun’s almost up honey, I wanted to talk about something last night before we had sex. I gotta to get it off my chest now.”

Sitting up, Peter turned to look at his wife, looking beautiful in her pink semi-transparent nightie, holding a scrumptious smelling cup of coffee, which she placed on Peter’s nightstand.

Looking sideways at him, Lois asked softly, “Do you notice anything Petah?”

“Lookin’ good Lois,” the nightie wasn’t brand new, her hair looked the same as the night before. Was that hard looking bit of hair still stuck together with his dried cum? Peter hated these pop quizzes. Lois’ hand moved towards her neck. Squinting, Peter grabbed his glasses from the nightstand; she was hinting at a necklace he hadn’t seen before. That must be it.

“You got a new sparkly thing,” he said feeling confident that must be it. It looked weird and chunky to Peter, but even he knew better than say that. If this went sideways he’d bring up the dried cum in Lois’ hair.

“Yes Petah, I am going to be wearing it now as part of my regular wardrobe, like the plug.”

“See,” she continued, putting her husband’s hand on the collar, “it can’t come off.”

“How did you even get it on Lois?” Peter asked, that being the obvious question.

“That’s not important Petah, but it’s part of me from now on. Wherever I go I’ll be wearing it, like the buttplug.”

“Wow, that’s a big necklace,” said Peter squinting his eyes, he wasn’t sure it was very stylish.

“Petah, it’s not really a necklace, it’s actually a collar. Look, it’s got a loop in the back to hook a leash so you can walk me around like a sexy bitch, and one in front too, see?” she removed the jewel to reveal the place for attaching a leash there.

Then, from the nightstand, Lois retrieved the leash from the ‘goodies bag’.

“See Petah,” she said, attaching the fancy four foot leather leash to the front of her collar, handing him the other end.

“What’s this?” asked Peter mashing a button on the handgrip with his fat finger, sending a shock into Lois neck through the collar.

“Yeoww! Petah stop, it’s a shock collar!” pleaded Lois.

“Wow, nice!”

“That’s the low setting Petah, and let me tell you it really really hurts! So please don’t use it.”

“Aaaaahh!”

Lois’ buttplug expanded. Why?

It wasn’t Peter, she knew, she’d kept eyes on his hand, so it must be the blackmailer. She’d said the wrong thing.

Lois backpedaled, “Please don’t use it unless you think I deserve it or you feel like it, she corrected herself.”

The buttplug vibrated menacingly inside her now.

“OOOOH! Please!” she cried, as buttplug shocked her!

“Please use it whenever you want Petah, whether or not I deserve it. Use it just for fun if you want to! MMMMM!” another shock made her bite down on her lower lip.

Lois didn’t know what to say, desperately she blurted out, “I deserve it! I deserve it Petah!”

The vibration stopped. She’d said the right thing, echoing what the blackmailer mentioned in the script, that she deserved any punishment she might receive and that she rather had to earn repreive.

“Lois, you’re freaking me out here, what is this all about?” Peter asked, concerned, “Why are you spazing out on me?”

“I just need you to accept this is the way it’s gotta be now. I need this Petah.”

That put the word ‘deserve’ in a new light for Peter. She felt entitled to being zapped by a dog collar, or she was, at least, desperate for it. Such an peculiar thing, but if Lois really needed it, Peter couldn’t deny her such a small thing. Lois seemed positively terrified that he might refuse to play her game, so maybe it really was a need for her. Regardless, Lois’ new fetish game been fun so far, and it was Peter holding the leash after all. He felt a little silly, but Peter wouldn’t let some role play phase him.

“What’s this trigger thing do?” asked Peter, pulling it.

“Please be careful Petah, it vibrates my buttplug if you pull the trigger, but if you accidentally press the shock button at the same time it would send a much stronger shock into my collar and also into my asshole through my plug, at least that’s what it’s supposed to do, I’ve never felt it and I’m scared to try. Just the button is plenty strong enough of a shock.”

“So I can’t use them both?”

“Ohhh!”, Lois felt the plug’s vibration again. The blackmailer meant for her to clarify.

“Oh you certainly can Petah, whenever you want, but it would really, hur- hurt me a lot!”

“Sheesh, I don’t want to do that!”

“I’m glad Petah, and I’ll try to keep it that way, but it’s tool that has to be in your hands from now on and you mustn’t hestitate to use it if you change your mind.”

At that the vibration stopped.

Reaching into the goodie bag once again, Lois retrieved the TV remote thing.

“This is a special remote control Petah, it controls my collar and my buttplug. Here, press the sound button.”

Peter saw Lois’ jewel flash hearing her phone play the hotel bell sound simultaneously. Lois explained that the first vibration button vibrated her plug and the second expanded her plug, vibrated it more strongly and also flashed her jewel. The low shock button would zap her through her collar and plug at the same time, while the ‘high’ shock button (which was really medium) sent more current through her plug and collar while flashing the jewel and expanding the plug until the medium vibration button were pressed again to shrink it back to normal.

(Lois knew there were other conditions that had to be met as well for the plug to resume its normal shape, but those were not for Peter to worry about. Pressing the button on the remote would not shrink her expanded buttplug if it were ‘angry’ for some other reason. It was up to Lois to keep the plug happy so that it could be removed lest she be unable to use the bathroom or Peter be denied access to her asshole)

“You can use the remote to summon me, and make me do stuff now. If I don’t perform to your satisfaction you can shock me, but Peter, you don’t have to always shock me. You could spank me, or use some of this stuff on me instead until I’ve learned my lesson. I’ll have to let you or you can shock me till I do.”

Lois dumped the ‘goodies bag’ out onto the bed.

There were wrist shackles and ankle shackles made of metal but covered in tan leather on the inside and blue-green patent leather on the outside with small brass ‘Bowling’ brand padlocks (made in Canada), and weird matching keys for use with them, two short but sturdy looking silver chains of different lengths, a fanny-paddle, studded with the mirror image of the word ‘Naughty’, a hair brush, a riding crop and a blue green ball gag still clipped to a black patent leather ‘Branks’ brand head harness to used to hold it in place.

“Holy crap Lois, that’s a lot of bondage equipment!”

The stuff looked to be very high quality and probably very expensive, but that was lost on Peter due to sheer comedic shock.

Lois grabbed her phone and began to film the bed, the toys and Peter.

She began reading from the ‘script’ on her phone which was really more a list of talking points in outline form, but this section was somewhat more verbose.

“You don’t have to use this stuff Petah, but I have to let you know that you can. Some of this stuff even scares me, especially that riding crop, so if you want to leave it in the bag you can, but if you don’t want to leave it put away, that’s fine too. Use any of it as much or as little as you want. I just need you to know it’s always available. You can use any of it on me and anything else you might decide you want to use. Or you could just slap me around if you want, which might be easier should the spirit move you, you can even leave marks, you have my complete permission and consent to do any physical or sexual thing to me whatsoever from now on.”

“I don’t want to slap you around Lois, I’m not some brute.” started Peter.

“Not yet, but I wouldn’t hold it against you if you were, to me, I’d probably deserve it. That’s what this is about.”

Lois’ plug vibrated.

“I’d definitely deserve it,” Lois added hastily and the vibration stopped.

“Why would you think I’d want to be such a Jerk Lois? What could I have done to make you think that?” asked Peter.

“Nothing Petah, I didn’t say you were a Jerk, only that if you wanted to become one I wouldn’t mind. Well I might mind, but it wouldn’t matter. I’m not saying you have to be mean or anything, but I need you to have the option, and I need you to know that you can’t drive me away by being mean to me. If you were mean, I’d just need to work toward making you want to be nicer.”