Fiona in Chains (erotic BDSM)

After only a year and a half of marriage, Fiona's husband Steve hasn't touched her for three months and she has no idea why. After running into an old flame of Steve's, Fiona breaks down and tells Steve's ex-girlfriend all about their marital problems. The girlfriend, Nancy, consoles Fiona and tells her she can show her how to please Steve. Little does Fiona know what Nancy has in mind -- namely, to turn Fiona into a submissive sex slave.

Fiona in Chains is the story of a woman desperate to repair her marriage who dares do more than she ever imagined she could. See what Fiona can endure to learn from Nancy just how to please Steve, and see just how much Nancy enjoys teaching Fiona.

EXCERPT
“And...it's hard to say this, Fiona, in front of you, but I always regretted it. I've had a parade of men since then, as you know, but none has been like Steve.” She looked at me and reach across the table and grabbed my hand and squeezed it. “I envy you. I really do.”

And then: “But I'm happy for you and Steven. I really am.”

I had to ask: "So what did I have that you didn't have? I mean what was he looking for that I gave him? I hope I'm not just his wife because of a drunken night in Las Vegas.”

She gave me another knowing look. "Oh I don't know, respectability maybe? You were always a good girl, weren't you? I know you weren't a virgin or anything like that – who is these days? -- but no one would have accused you of being the town tramp or being some kind of kink goddess. You're beautifully conventional. I think he wanted that.”

“Yes, I guess I am the 'nice girl,' but I want to be more than that to him.”

"You want to please him," Nancy said, "don't you?"

"Yes I do."

"How much?" she asked.

"Excuse me?"

“You heard what I said. How much. To what lengths will you go to please him?”

I had to think about this. I wasn't sure what she was saying. I knew that ultimately, though, Steve's happiness was my only goal. I came to a conclusion.
"I'll do whatever it takes," I said. "His happiness is my happiness."

She smiled at me again with that enigmatic Mona Lisa smile, and after a pause said: "And you'd do anything to make him happy?"

"Anything!"

Nancy was silent for a moment, thinking. Then she looked at me with a new expression that was both serious and compassionate.

"Don't answer too quickly,” she said. “We both need to think about it. I will call you in a few days and we're both still serious about this, I can help you give Steven what he needs. What he wants.”

That was the end of our talk, and our lunch. I went home, wondering. That night Steve slept next to me and was the perfect gentleman and never laid a hand on me, the bastard. I really was going to have to beg Nancy for help.
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Be sure to read Asher MacDonald's other erotic stories, No Kissing, No Touching, Sacrificing Jess, Chelsea's Back Alley Sexploits, Nadja Always Pleases, and Foursome.