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Stevie had just warned me that the atmosphere in the living room would be changed, but I wasn't prepared for what I encountered. We'd left a casual cocktail party, the scene we returned to looked more like the prelude to an orgy.

There were several sofas in the living room. Sandra and Jamister were sitting at one end of one of them. Jamister's trousers were open. His huge cock was sticking straight up. Sandra was casually stroking it as they chatted with Maddie and Jamal.

Brett Ryman was seated in a stuffed chair just to their left. Roxanne was sitting on his lap. She was naked from the waist up. Her blouse was lying on the floor next to them. Brett was rolling her right nipple between his fingertips.

Bobby was standing next to the patio doors. Through the glass I could see Brenda and Quent. Bobby's wife was on her knees. She was giving her young date a blow job.

Court and Joanne were seated on another couch. They were kissing. Court's hand was inside Joanne's blouse. April and Roy were next to them. April was sitting on Roy's lap. Her eyes were closed. Roy's hand was under April's skirt.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Mark. He was standing behind the bar mixing takes. As he worked he discreetly watched while this other man brazenly fondled his wife.

Of course all of this was of secondary importance to me. The real focus of my attention was Lindsey and Gabriel. Gabriel was sitting in a large stuffed chair. My girlfriend was perched on his lap. The hem of Lindsey's skirt was gathered up around her waist. Her panties were lying in a heap on the floor next to the chair. Her legs were spread. Gabriel was playing with her exposed pussy.

Helen and Stanford and Jessica and Nelmister were sitting on a sofa directly across from them. Both men had their trousers open and their cocks out. Helen and Jessica were slowly masturbating their dates while all four of them watched Gabriel fondle my girlfriend's shaved cunt.

Suddenly Gabriel noticed me standing in the room. He stared at me for a moment and then he leaned over and whispered something into Lindsey's ear.

As she listened to him she slowly nodded her head and then she called to me. "Hey little boy, come over here."

The games were beginning.

I took a deep breath and walked over to Lindsey and Gabriel. When I was next to them I stopped and curtsied politely. I was certain that everyone in the room was staring at me.

Gabriel looked at me for a moment and then he smiled. It was a menacing smile. I immediately understood that he was a very dominant male who enjoyed demonstrating his power.

"So they call you Cutie?"

I stood perfectly still. I didn't answer, I was terrified. I'd gone tharn.

Behind me I heard Helen say; "Slave, the man asked you a question."

I summoned all of my courage and managed to pull myself together enough to stammer out, "Yes sir that is my name."

Gabriel slowly nodded. After a moment he asked, "Do you know the beautiful young woman sitting on my lap?"

He was toying with me. This was to be a test.

I stared at the floor and silently repeated the mantra, Stay humble and be polite. Finally I closed my eyes and answered him without looking up. "Yes Mr. Vaillant, I know her very well."

"Yes, I understand that you do. I believe she's your girlfriend isn't she?"

The room was now completely silent. Everyone was staring at us with rapt attention.

"Yes sir, that is true."

"But tonight she belongs to me, doesn't she? Tonight your girlfriend and I are going to be lovers. Do you accept that?"

"Yes sir, if that is what my mistress chooses then I must accept her decision."

"And why is that Cutie?"

"Because I am her devoted slave sir."

"Indeed, devoted? That's a very strong word." Gabriel stared at me. "Prove it, demonstrate the depth of your devotion slaveboy. Get down on your knees and kiss your Mistress's feet while I make love to her.

I stared at the floor. It was all I could do. I was frozen in place. I could not move. My muscles refused to respond to the commands delivered from my brain.

I fully understood why my body was refusing to obey. A flood of emotions were inundating my central nervous system. Feelings of fear, offense, confusion, bewilderment, but most of all unbridled sexual excitement were overwhelming me.

I closed my eyes and took a series of long slow breaths. The storm of emotions that was raging in my gut began to subside. I started to regain control of my muscles.

My mood changed from confusion and fear to contentment and understanding. I remembered everything I'd learned about myself over the past several weeks. I was a masochistic slave, this was the life I'd selected for myself. Suddenly I understood. I was not only willing to surrender my dignity to my superiors, I was eager to do it. I was eager to abase myself for their pleasure.

I fell to my knees. Gabriel smiled, it was an expression of triumph.

I picked up Lindsey's foot and reverently kissed her toes. Everything was fine until I looked up and saw Gabriel gently grasp her chin and tilt her head back. Lindsey sighed and closed her eyes as this powerful man passionately pressed his lips against hers. This was a storybook kiss and as they kissed Lindsey melted into her lover's arms.

Watching my girlfriend swoon while this handsome Frenchman made love to her was overwhelming for me. The familiar myriad of emotional reactions again boiled up inside of me. As usual envy and jealousy led the way, but they were quickly followed by offense and anguish.

I was just beginning to feel forlorn when a rush of masochistic excitement poured into my loins and purged these painful feelings from my mind. The warm tingle of erotic pleasure reminded me that I was a submissive cuckold. Jealousy, envy, offense and anguish were the stock of my trade.

I threw myself back into my role with renewed vigor. My goddess was enjoying a man's touch and as her humble slave it was my duty to do anything I could to enhance her pleasure.

When they finally did break off their kiss Lindsey cuddled up to her lover and looked down at me. She had a dreamy expression on her face. This older man had obviously captured her heart.

Gabriel possessively put his arms around Lindsey and watched as I continued to obediently kiss and lick her toes. After a moment he slowly nodded his head and said, "Very good Cutie, you are indeed a devoted cuckold slave. It is easy to see why your Mistress cares for you so deeply. Please stand up.

I let go of Lindsey's foot and stood up. Behind me I heard Helen say, "Cutie, for one so young your loyalty and devotion to your mistress is admirable."

I looked at Lindsey. She was snuggled up to her lover. His arms were possessively wrapped around her body and her face was pressed against his chest. Her hair was mussed and her lipstick was smeared. The hem of her skirt was still bunched up around her waist and her legs were spread so her glistening cunt was brazenly on display to everyone in the room.

But, there was a smile on her face and a look of admiration in her eyes and I knew that both of them were meant for me. I was in heaven.

GH - Cutie is not the only one in heaven please, please keep going we all really want to be like Cutie.

Excellent, gh! i haven't had much time to comment lately, but i've been a devoted reader of every word and loving every minute of it. Keep up the great work my friend! priss

Cockslut and Prissy

Both of you, thank you for your ongoing support.

This story is a very long story (I am only about halfway through the outline)and I am bogging down a little right now so your comments are appreciated.

Thank you

GH

I will try to get another segment posted tomorrow. The words are not coming easily at this moment.

GH, you may feel ***d at the moment but that last section was sublime. It gave as good a definition of what you believe to be the essence of cuckolding as I've seen. Sublime work. Perhaps you are an artist like Van Gogh, you need to feel ***d to really give your best, but in your case your art is cucking.

Peak

Thank you

GH

The soup we were serving was a sausage gumbo made by Lorraine. As soon as Lindsey and Gabriel left the kitchen I was given a cup of it. It was truly amazing.

After much debate, they decided to serve the merlot with both the soup and the entrée which was medallions of beef tenderloin covered with sautéed mushrooms and a Bearnaise sauce.

Stevie turned to me. "Petey, Ricky will be serving the wine. I want you to follow him with a pitcher of water and top off everyone's water glasses after he fills their wine glasses."

It was obvious they were giving me a task that would be hard for me to screw up.

I nodded, "I can do this Stevie."

He smiled at me. "We know you can."

I quickly got busy filling four large pitchers with ice water. As I worked I thought about everything that had happened this evening. Both Gabriel and Stevie had commented on how much Lindsey cared about me. I was happy; in fact, I was so happy that I was giddy.

I followed Ricky into the dining room. It was an amazing scene. Twenty-one people were seated around a long mahogany table. Jamister Mathews was seated at the head of the table, Sandra was seated next to him. Lindsey and Gabriel were seated next to Sandra. Court and Joanne were seated at the far end of the table next to Brenda and Quent.

Everyone was engaged in quiet conversation. Bobby and Mark had just finished serving the soup. PW was hovering around the table quietly attending to the individual needs of our superiors.

Ricky started pouring the wine. Every time he finished filling a glass I slipped in behind him and topped off the water glass. We worked quickly and silently, neither of us said anything. We were slaves, we were expected to do our jobs without interrupting our Mistresses and their dates.

Court was just taking his first taste of the wine while I was filling his water glass. I watched him. I wanted to see his reaction. As soon as he took a sip he looked at me and said, "Shit Petey this stuff is fabulous."

I laughed and said, "Damn right it is Buddy, I have a glass in the kitchen. I've never tasted anything that good."

I just blurted it out. As soon as I said it I realized that I'd made an enormous mistake. These people took protocol very seriously. Everyone at the table stopped talking and stared at me. I wanted to crawl into a hole. For the first time in my life I truly understood the phrase, the silence was deafening.

Brenda glared at me. "Slave, how dare you insult us by addressing one of guests in such a familiar manner. One would almost get the impression that you thought you were his equal."

I foolishly tried to respond. "I ah...I'm sorry, It was..."

"Silence! Do not add to your insult by trying to mask your transgression with some sort of lame excuse."

"He has to be punished." It was Maddie.

At the other end of the table Sandra held up her hand. "Bren, let's send the boy into the kitchen for the time being. He's Lindsey's slave. She can deal with him after dinner. Right now were in the middle of a wonderful meal, let's not let the boy's foolishness ruin our evening."

Brenda nodded. "Sandra you're right; Lindsey can deal with him after dinner." She turned to her husband. "Quickspurt, take the boy into the kitchen. Do not allow him to leave until we summon him."

Bobby tapped my shoulder. "Cutie come with me."

As Bobby was leading me into the kitchen I heard Helen ask, "Who was responsible for training the boy."

As soon as we walked into the kitchen I turned to Bobby and said, "I'm sorry, I just forgot for a moment. I didn't mean to cause trouble."

Bobby smiled. "Don't worry Petey, our wives are sadists. It's one of the reamisters we love them so much. They wanted a whipping tonight after dinner and now they've got one. If you hadn't made your little mistake, they would have found another reamister to whip one of us."

Stevie and Lorraine both stopped what they were doing and walked over. Stevie asked, "What happened?"

Bobby shook his head. "Petey called his friend Court, "Buddy" and agreed that he liked the wine. He is guilty of being overly familiar with a superior.

Lorraine shrugged. "They all wanted to see Petey get whipped. Now they have their reamister."

Stevie laughed. "If Sandra, Julie and Roxanne don't have a reamister, they'll just make one up."

Lorraine smiled. "Helen and Jessica will do exactly the same thing."

Bobby shook his head. "You know Maddie, Brenda and April. At the last date night party Maddie goosed me while I was pouring a glass of wine and then demanded that I be punished because I spilled a couple of drops. Brenda and April both saw exactly what happened and supported her. I got twenty strokes.

Suddenly the kitchen door opened and Morris walked in followed by Ricky.

Lorraine looked at Morris, "Are you and Ricky also going to be whipped?"

Morris nodded. "Yes, we did an inadequate job of training Petey."

I looked at everyone. "Hey, that's not fair. I was the one that screwed up. Ricky and Morris shouldn't be punished for my mistake."

Lorraine put her arm around me. "Honey, fairness has nothing to do with it. They have three whipping horses in this house, so they can whip three slaves at the same time. I imagine that Jessica and Julie just managed to speak up first."

Suddenly I got very nervous. "What are whipping horses?"

Stevie smiled at me. "They had them specially made. You know what a saw horse is right?"

"Sure."

"A whipping horse is like a big saw horse only the crossbar on the top is covered with padding and leather. When it's time for your punishment they'll bend you over it and shackle your wrists to your ankles so you can't stand up."

Morris laughed. "It's actually a pretty erotic scene. The women will all go into the bedroom and take champagne while we bring the horses, shackles and whips into the living room. The men will wait in the dining room. They'll be sipping scotch or cognac while were getting everything ready. Once everything is in place we will bring the men into the living room and show them to their seats. Gabriel, Aaron and Nelmister will be seated in chairs next to the appropriate horses."

He winked at me. "This way they'll be able to comfort our wives while they're whipping us."

Everyone chuckled at his joke.

Morris continued. "Once the all the men are comfortably seated the women will come into the living room. They will have removed all of their clothing except for their garter belts, nylon stockings and high heels. They will sit with their dates and wait for us. The air will be charged with sexual energy. There will be lots of fondling and foreplay. Some of our wives may even be giving their dates blow jobs when we're brought into the room."

He looked at me. I think he was trying to gauge my reaction to what he was telling me. I was both frightened and fascinated. I quietly said, "Go on."

"The three of us will be leashed here in the kitchen. Three of the women; probably Sandra, Helen and Joanne or Traci will come into the kitchen. We will be waiting on our hands and knees. We will heel at their ankles like obedient dogs while they lead us into the living room. There we will be shackled over the horses and made to wait while they debate the number of strokes we are to receive."

"Will they really whip us?"

Ricky smiled at me. "Yes they really will. They will use riding crops. The crops won't do any long term physical damage, but they will deliver a nearly unbearable bite. It is a very painful punishment." He laughed. "Tonight we will find out whether or not you really are a masochist."

I must have been visibly shaking with fear because Bobby walked over to me and patted my shoulder. "Hey it's not that bad. I'm the biggest wimp in the world and I can get through it, so I'm sure you'll do just fine."

Ricky added, "He's right and there is a little bonus."

I turned and looked at him. "What's that?"

"After it's all over Julie, Jessica and Lindsey will take us into our bedroom, sponge off our backsides and rub salve into our sores and then..." He was grinning.

"And then what?"

"And then the girls will take off our chastity cages and give us the sweetest little blow jobs you can possibly imagine."

Morris nodded. "Our wives are always very careful to link pain with pleasure."

Bobby laughed. "We're fairly certain they're trying to condition us like Pavlov's dog."

Suddenly Stevie interrupted us. "Gentleman, we are still serving dinner. There may only be three whipping horses, but they can be used repeatedly. The entrees are ready for the table. Ricky go help PW and Mark clear the salad plates. Bobby pour more wine, but don't let Maddie goose you while you're doing it. Ricky top off the water glasses. Morris, help Lorraine and me with the entrees. We want them ready to go out as soon as they bring the salad plates in."

Everyone jumped into action.

As he was walking towards the kitchen door Bobby turned to Stevie and said, "Cutie stays in the kitchen. They don't want to see him again until they're ready to punish him."

Thank You! This one of the best "erotic" story I ever read. I dream about situation: Lindsay will be not ready to punish our little Cutie and then Helen with cruelity on her face will come with help; but the condition will be "twice bigger punishment - 40 strokes of riding crop! And then Lindsay will say to Cutie " Darling I love You to much to hurt You , I' d rather give the blowjob to Gabriel while Helen will whip You , and be patient honey, 40 strokes is not to much, if You love me You should count loudly after every stroke and after punshment ... after punshment , You should give a nice , deep asslicking to Helen.

GH Another great addition. I cannot wait to find out what happens to Cutie and what the girls get up to when he is punished.

Madagascar

Thank you, I love your imagination.

Cuckslut

Thank you

GH

As soon as Bobby was gone Stevie turned to me and said, "Petey come over here and help us prepare the entrée plates for the table."

We set up a regular assembly line. Stevie neatly laid three tenderloin medallions on a plate and passed it to Lorraine. Lorraine scooped several sautéed mushrooms onto each medallion and then she carefully dribred Bearnaise sauce across all three of them. Morris took the plate from her and put a large scoop of garlic mashed potatoes next to the medallions and then he passed the plate to me. I placed four steamed asparagus spears onto the plate and set it on the counter.

As I was setting the first plates on the counter Mark and PW came in with the salad plates. They quickly put the dirty china in the dishwasher and then they each grabbed two entrée plates and carried them out to the dining room.

As soon as they disappeared out the kitchen door Ricky and Bobby came in. They had finished pouring wine and ice water. Both of them grabbed two more dinners and ferried them out to the dining room. Once they were through the door Mark and PW came back for four more plates. Using this system we managed to get the main course to the dinner table quickly and efficiently.

Once we were done Stevie made up plates for each of us. Bobby and Ricky ate first while Mark and PW attended to the needs of our superiors. After Bobby and Ricky were finished eating they took a shift in the dining room so that Mark and PW could have dinner.

As soon as I was finished eating I went to work cleaning up the kitchen. I was feeling a little guilty about not being able to help the others in the dining room..

Dessert was a creme brulee. As soon as the dishes from the main course were back in the kitchen Ricky, PW, and Mark started ferrying individual servings to the dining room. At the same time Bobby and Morris began serving coffee and champagne.

I was emptying one of the two the dishwashers when Lindsey and Gabriel came through the kitchen door.

Lindsey ran over to me and threw her arms around my neck and hugged me. "Petey, they're going to make me whip you." She started crying.

I held her in my arms and said, "Yes, I know."

She stepped back and looked up at me. There were tears running down her cheeks. "Petey, I don't want to whip you. I don't want to hurt you."

I took a deep breath. "I think your going to have to do it."

She shook her head. "No, can't we just tell them I won't do it? Maybe someone else can do it."

Lorraine walked over. "Honey one of the rules is that a slave can only be whipped by his own Mistress. It helps insure that it's done with love."

Lindsey stared at Lorraine. "That doesn't make any sense."

I smiled at her. "It does to me. If I am going to be whipped I would very much prefer that you do it."

"But Petey, I don't want to hurt you."

I picked up her hand and held it between both of my hands. "I love you. There is nothing you could ever do to me that I could not survive. There is no pain you could inflict on me that I could not bear."

Lindsey stared at me. "Petey what did you just say?"

I grinned at her. "I told you that I love you. Lindsey I am madly in love with you."

"Petey I don't know exactly what to say. You're the most important permister in the entire world to me." She closed her eyes. "Petey I have only told one man that I loved him. That was my man and he abandoned me when I was a little girl." She shook her head. "I don't know if I will ever be able to say those words to you." She stared at the floor while she whispered, "I'm afraid you'll leave me if I do."

I put my arms around her. "I will never leave you and you don't have to say those words to me. I'm happy as long as I know that you care about me."

Lindsey hugged me. "Oh Petey I do. I care about you so much. I care about you more than I have ever cared about any permister in my entire life."

I laughed. "I think I can be pretty content with those words."

"Is there a problem in here?" We all turned. Sandra Monroe was standing in the doorway.

Stevie set his dish towel down. "Young love is coming face to face with the harsh realities of a sadomasochistic love affair."

Sandra stared at her husband. "What do you mean?"

He smiled, "Sandra at an age when you and Julie were doing nothing more sophisticated than giving blow jobs at fraternity parties, we're asking this young lady to whip the boy she's falling in love with."

"Watch your tongue cuckboy! We can still create some space on the whipping horse for you."

Stevie shook his head. "No we're in the kitchen, this is my right." He smiled at his wife. "Sandra we have never let our kinky sex games get in the way of our good judgment."

Sandra thought for a moment and then she sighed. "I'm sorry, you're right." She looked at Lindsey and me. "Well what do we do about this?"

I took a deep breath and said, "Absolutely nothing."

I turned to Lindsey and picked up both of her hands. "Do this for me."

Lindsey looked at me with a puzzled expression.

"We both know that I'm a masochist. We've talked about it late into the night. This is an experience I want. You have Gabriel, he's your fantasy for tonight; let me have mine."

"Are you telling me that you want me to whip you?"

I swallowed hard and said, "Yes."

Lindsey shook her head. "I don't know."

"Lindsey as I understand it, Gabriel will be right there with you kissing you and fondling you while you're doing it. I suspect that it might turn out to be the most erotic thrill you have ever experienced."

Gabriel was standing behind Lindsey. He put his arms around her and cupped her breasts. "Petey is correct. I will be there with you and it will be my job to help you discover the incredible passion in what you are doing."

"Petey are you sure?"

"Yes I am very sure"

I gently took Gabriel's hand from Lindsey's breast and guided it under her skirt.

Gabriel didn't need any additional encouragement from me. He lifted the hem of Lindsey's skirt, pushed two of his large fingers into her naked pussy and said, "Lindsey, if you let yourself go I will help you to discover a thrilling sensual delight." He leaned over and kissed her neck. "For a dominant, inflicting mild pain on a submissive can be very exciting."

Lindsey closed her eyes and breathlessly whispered, "Please be my teacher, I will do anything you tell me to do."

Sandra walked over to Gabriel and took his arm. As she gently steered him towards the door she said, "Take Lindsey out to the dining room and tell Julie and Jessica to take her to our bedroom. It's time for them to start getting ready. I'll be with you in a moment."

Gabriel led Lindsey out of the kitchen. As soon as they were gone Sandra turned to me. "Petey, I have something important to tell you. All of our slaves know a safe word. The word we use is dull. If you say dull we will all immediately stop what we are doing and talk as equals. Do you understand me?"

I nodded. "Yes Mistress Sandra I understand."

Sandra smiled when she heard me address her as Mistress, but she continued. "We want you to know that you can stop this whipping at any time you choose, even right now. All you have to do is say the word dull. We will be disappointed, but we will understand. Both of you are very young."

I bowed politely and said, "Thank you Mistress Sandra, it's comforting to hear you tell me that; but I am going to try very hard to avoid using that word." I smiled at her. "Part of me is very nervous right now, but another part of me is very excited. I think that this is an adventure that both Lindsey and I should experience."

Sandra walked over and kissed my cheek. "Petey, the better I get to know you, the more I like you. You remind me a great deal of my Stevie, and I am madly in love with him." She sighed, "Well I guess it's time."

Sandra turned to Stevie. "We'll be moving into the bedroom now to get ready. Please bring us champagne and please see that the men have a good supply of scotch, cognac and bourbon in the dining room."

She turned and walked to the kitchen door. As she was about to leave she stopped and said, "Helen, Traci and I will come for Cucky, Cutie and Footboy in about fifteen minutes; be sure to have them ready."

Outstanding GH, just an absolute delight to read! I sure am glad you're struggling so well.
I can never seem to anticipate what might come next, which is a big part of what makes it so much fun. Thanks again!

Thanks for every part of Your story. The tension growing. I like when You writing about (for instance) golf , wines etc. When everybody waiting next "key" moment we have little "slowndown" section. Did You ever thought about situation: three naked slaves in position on whipping horses awaiting for whiping and then... the discusion about (for instance) ciggars starting ... minutes passes, takes are served, participants with passion talking , naked slaves with overexposed asses are on the secound plan , sometimes comments about their tiny bodys are spoken... Sory for my English.

Stormy

Thank you, that's a nice compliment. I try to make my stories unpredictable.

Madagascar

I love your comments. You have a wonderful imagination. I particularly like the cigar idea. It may not make it into this scene, but I am definitely going to store that one away.

GH

The next fifteen minutes seemed like a year. Mark and Lorraine took care of the champagne for the women and Bobby and PW took care of the cuckold water for the men. Stevie spent the time straightening his kitchen.

Morris, Ricky and I sat at the kitchen table in silence. I realized that all three of us were now very nervous. As I watched them I began to understand that I was about to undergo an arduous test.

I considered the idea of using the safe word. I nearly talked myself into it. I didn't. It came down to a matter of pride. If these other two men could endure it, then so could I."

Mark and Lorraine returned from serving the women their champagne. Bobby and PW would stay with the men until they were called to the living room. When she walked into the kitchen Lorraine was carrying her silver serving tray and three leather dog leashes. She set her tray down, glanced at the clock and somberly said, "It's time to start getting ready."

Morris and Ricky stood up and pulled their tee shirts off. I followed their lead. Lorraine walked over and attached a leash to each of our dog collars. No one was talking.

Lorraine had just finished attaching the three leashes to our collars when Bobby burst into the kitchen. "The men are in the living room, our wives are joining them. Julie, Helen and Traci are on their way."

Lorraine quietly said, "Get down on your knees. They will not want to find you standing when they get here."

A moment later the kitchen door opened and Sandra, Helen and Traci walked into the room. The three of us were obediently waiting on our knees. Lorraine was holding our leashes.

The women were wearing only garter belts, nylon stockings and spike heeled pumps. All three of them had applied additional lip rouge and eye shadow. The combination of their scanty outfits and heavy makeup made them look like a modern day trio of mythological temptresses.

Their outfits were all basically the same except for color. Sandra was wearing deep red. It was the same shade as the wonderful merlot we'd had with dinner. The rich color complimented her ash blond hair and soft white skin. She also wore a pearl necklace that drew your attention to her small round breasts. I wondered if it was a gift from her husband or her boyfriend.

Traci was wearing black. The sinful color combined with her voluptuous figure, bleached blond hair and ornate gold jewelry to give the aging courtesan an aura of wickedness.

Helen's garter belt was a traditional beige. The coffee colored nylon stockings she wore were also very traditional. On Helen the effect was hardly conventional. These classic articles of lingerie made her look like an adulterous suburban housewife meeting her lover for a steamy afternoon of illicit sex in an isolated motel on the outskirts of town.

The women walked towards us. Their high heels made an ominous clicking sound as they marched across the linoleum floor. Once they reached us the three of them stopped and stared down at us with their hands on their hips. It was an imposing stance. It almost seemed as if they were deliberately adopting the demeanor of a trio of sadistic death row primister guards. All they needed to complete the image were night sticks and police caps with badges

Traci was standing in front of me. I looked up at her. Her shaved cunt was directly in front of my face. It was enticingly framed by the black lace garter belt that held up her nylon stockings. I immediately noticed that she was aroused. Her engorged clitoris was peaking out from the hood of wrinkled skin that normally kept it well concealed in the cleft of her pussy.

I longed to lean forward and kiss her alluring womanhood, but I didn't dare. Traci wasn't here as my lover, she was here as my guard.

My beautiful escort smiled when she saw me staring at her sex. She leaned over, patted my head and quietly whispered, "Later Cutie; when this is all over I promise I will give you a nice long taste of both my cunt and my ass."

Traci's hand slipped to her crotch. She gasped as her fingers started massaging her swollen clit.

I shuddered with fear as she whispered, "Right now the sadistic side of me can't wait to see you wince from the pain of Lindsey's riding crop as it slaps into your cute little ass."

"Traci stop! Can't you see that the poor boy is already terrified?" It was Helen.

Traci smiled at Helen. "Relax, I'm just teasing him."

Helen shook her head.

Traci gently rubbed my cheek and said, "Don't worry Cutie, the riding crop will hurt but it won't do any long term damage." And then she giggled and said, "At least not very much."

"Traci!" Helen's tone of voice reflected her exasperation.

Traci laughed. "Don't worry Helen. I'm already falling in love with Cutie. I don't really want to torment him, I'm just trying to calm him down by teasing him a little bit."

Sandra looked at Lorraine. "Everyone's waiting for us, let's get going."

Lorraine handed each of our leashes to our respective guards.

As soon as the women were holding our leashes Sandra said, "After we pass your leash to your Mistress we expect you to bow to her and say: Mistress I am sorry that my inexcusable behavior has powerd you to take this extreme action. After my punishment is over I hope that you will forgive me and allow me to continue to serve as your faithful slave."

She looked at all of us. "Do you understand?"

All three of us responded in unimister. "Yes Mistress Sandra."

She nodded, "Very well then, it's time to go." She gave Ricky's leash a quick tug and said, "Footboy heel." Ricky obediently crawled behind Sandra as she started walking out of the kitchen.

As soon as Sandra and Ricky were moving Helen tugged on Morris's leash and said, "Cucky heel."

Once Helen and Morris were following Sandra and Ricky, Traci tugged on my leash and said; "Cutie heel.” I obediently crawled behind my beautiful guard as she led me into a room full of people who were eagerly waiting to watch me receive the first whipping of my life.

GH Still so hot, I cannot wait to read what is next for Cutie.

GH, just got caught up. What a great story, thanks for all your efforts.

Hello GH

WOW The last episode is hot. I had to take several breaks in reading it.

The section where Petey meets Gabriel and Lindsey in the living room. I found very very erotic! Then the realization by Petey and Linsey, though Lindsey has said it yet, they love each other and are ment for each other.

Sorry, I have not been commenting much latelly. Recovering from a winter storm of a few weeks ago lost power for 7 days.

Keep writing and I will keep reading

Meijer

Thanks GH, my smoke alarms went off as I read that last segment! Anxiously waiting for the other shoe to drop, or whip to crack, as the case may be.
Hope all is well with you!

Hope you're OK GH. The build up to this was a lot of work and great. Now you are in an area you rarely venture into. Pain, and who really controls it and uses it. I would imagine you are on your third re-write by now. Permisterally, I'm really looking forward to reading it. This is shaping up into one of your greatest stories yet, and only partly because your are introducing so many old friends. I'm loving it. Thanks again for sharing it with us.

Cuckslut

Thank you for your continued support. I really do appreciate it.

Trf2

I also appreciate your continued support.

Meijer

Winter storms are a major pain. I know I live in an area where they can be frequent. Thank you for the comments you make. I am glad to hear that you are enjoying the story.

Stormy

Thanks, this is going very slowly for me. I'm glad to hear that you are also finding it hot. As you know, when you write and rewrite it is easy to just start seeing the words rather than the effect.


Peak

Sorry, I should have said something. I spent the last week in Arizona. It was partially pleasure and partially business.

You are correct. I am also struggling with this. It is fun to write, but it is going very slowly for me.

Everyone thank you again

I'll post what I have done right now.

GH

When Traci led me into the living room the spectacle that I was confronted with was truly amazing. Prior to dinner I'd described the scene as the prelude to an orgy. I'm not certain that this was still a full blown orgy, but it was much closer.

All of the women were now dressed in outfits similar to the ones our guards were wearing. Roxanne caught my attention first. She was sitting on Brett Ryman's lap. His pants were around his ankles. His huge cock was encased in Roxanne's cunt. I glanced around the room until I found PW. He was standing in the corner quietly watching this other man fuck his wife in front of the entire party.

April was seated on one of the couches. Roy Thomas was sitting next to her. His pants were unzipped. April was casually stroking Roy's erect penis. Quent Tyler was sitting in a large stuffed chair to April's right. Brenda was sitting on his lap with her arm around his shoulder. Quent was sucking on one of Brenda's large breasts.

Maddie and Jamal were seated together on another couch on the other side of Quent and Brenda. Maddie was intently watching us as we were being led into the room. Her legs were spread and Jamal was slowly massaging her clitoris. It was obvious that the anticipation of our imminent whipping had her very excited.

Traci led me into the center of the room where I found myself surrounded by a breathtaking group of gorgeous, scantily clad women. Under normal circumstances I would have felt like the proverbial kid in a candy store and would have eagerly taken a turn staring at every one of these sensual beauties. But this was hardly a normal situation and my attention was instead drawn to the three unnerving structures in front of me.

I suppose that they most closely resemred saw horses, but I had never seen saw horses like these. I assumed that they were custom made by a s*******ed craftsman. They were constructed out of a finely finished dark wood. The legs had all been turned on a lathe and looked like the legs on an elegant dining room table. Each pair of legs had a crosspiece. The three parts formed a capital A about two and a half feet tall. The two capital A's were joined by two more crosspieces about four feet long. The top cross piece was covered with rich brown hand tooled leather of a quality that might normally have been used to make an exquisite western saddle. I guessed that the purpose of the lower crosspiece was to provide stability to the structure. I was about to learn that it had an additional, much more chilling purpose.

These were the whipping horses. I was being led to the one in the center. Lindsey was next to it waiting for me. Gabriel was standing behind her. His arms were wrapped around Lindsey. One hand was fondling her naked breast while his other hand was between her legs massaging her naked cunt.

Lindsey was absolutely stunning. Her white garter belt, stockings and high heeled shoes reminded me of the lingerie that would normally be part of a bridal ensemble.

For a moment I imagined that this was the beginning of a macabre cuckold wedding. In this ceremony the submissive groom, wearing only a pair of lace panties, is led up the aisle on his hands and knees while his dominant bride waits for him at the altar of pain. The bride's best man stands behind her and brazenly fondles her naked body while she watches her cuckold fiancé crawl to her feet.

The yank on my leash brought me back to reality.

Traci said, "Cutie sit." On my right I heard Sandra say, "Footboy sit." and on my left Helen said, "Cucky sit."

I looked to my left. Ricky was resting on his hands and knees. I followed his lead. In this household sit was apparently not meant as a literal command.

Traci handed my leash to Lindsey. Out of the corners of my eyes I saw Sandra hand Ricky's leash to Julie and Helen give Morris's leash to Jessica.

As soon as our Mistresses were holding our leashes our guards left.

After a brief moment of silence I heard Ricky say, "Mistress Julie, I am sorry that my inexcusable behavior has powerd you to take this extreme action. After my punishment is over I hope that you will forgive me and allow me to continue to serve as your faithful slave."

Julie silently nodded to Ricky and then everyone's eyes shifted to me.

I took a deep breath and said, "Mistress Lindsey, I am sorry that my inexcusable behavior has powerd you to take this extreme action. After my punishment is over I hope that you will forgive me and allow me to continue to serve as your faithful slave."

Lindsey nodded to me and everyone shifted their focus to Morris.

Morris looked up at his wife and quietly repeated the supplication word for word.

As soon as Jessica nodded to Morris Julie tugged on Ricky's leash and said, "Footboy stand and take your position on the punishment horse."

Ricky stood and leaned over the padded crossbar of his horse.

Once he was in position Lindsey gave my leash a tug and said, "Cutie stand and take your position on the punishment horse."

As I moved into position the unsettled sensation in my gut turned into fear and as I bent over the padded crossbar the fear turned into raw terror. It took every bit of control that I could muster to keep from crying out, Dull! Dull! Dull! Only the greater fear of shaming myself in front of Lindsey and her lover kept me from using the safe word.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Morris bend over his horse. Once he was in position Brenda called out, "Put the shackles on them."

I looked through my legs and saw Traci kneeling behind me. She was attaching leather cuffs to my ankles. Each ankle cuff was attached to a short leather strap that was attached to another leather cuff. Once the ankle cuffs were fastened she slipped the leather straps under the lower crossbar and attached the other two cuffs to my wrists. The shackles and the lower crossbar now prevented me from standing up. After the shackles were in place Traci pulled my panties down to my knees.

At first I was overwhelmed with offense and then another wave of fear rolled through my body as I realized that I was now completely at the mercy of my superiors. I remembered reading somewhere that taking deep slow breaths can help a permister control emotional reactions. I tried it. I took a deep breath, held it for a moment and then slowly exhaled. I counted to five and took another deep breath. I did this several times. It helped.

I was just starting to calm down when I heard Brenda say, "All right, they're ready. How many strokes shall we give them."

Another voice, I think it was Maddie, said; "Thirty."

I turned my head. I wanted to see how Lindsey was reacting to this. She wasn't paying any attention at all. Instead she was locked in a passionate embrace with Gabriel. His lips were pressed against hers. I could see Lindsey's tongue passionately probing Gabriel's mouth. Gabriel's left hand was massaging Lindsey's naked bottom, his right hand was pressed between her legs. He was vigorously rubbing her clit.

As I watched them I noticed that Lindsey held a riding crop in her right hand. I'd seen them before. They're the kind of whip a jockey uses to spur his mount to victory during the last quarter mile of a close race. I stared at it in fascination. This was to be the instrument of my ***.

"Maddie, that's too many. The boy's infraction wasn't that serious. Ten is plenty."

"Sandra, he nearly ruined our dinner."

"Brenda he did not. All he did was spontaneously respond to his close friend."

"It really was all my fault."

I smiled. My buddy Court was coming to my defense.

"Court stay out of this, let them work it out." It was Jamister. I was fairly certain he was giving Court good advice. I suspected that there was an already agreed upon number. This discussion was just part of the ritual.

"Very well, but all three of them should get at least twenty." There was a tone of disappointment in Maddie's voice.

"Maddie, Lindsey and Cutie are very young. When you were twenty-one were you ready to whip a submissive?" Sandra paused. After a moment she said, "Well you may have been but..."

Everyone started laughing.

Brenda cut in. "I think fifteen is a good number."

There was a long pause. When no one responded Brenda continued. "It's decided then, all three slaves shall each receive fifteen strokes."

I took a deep breath. I now knew exactly what I would have to endure.

The room was perfectly still. No one was talking and no one was moving. It was almost like the eerie calm that precedes a violent storm. After a moment Brenda whispered, "You may deliver the first stroke."

I braced myself. I heard the slap of Julie's whip followed quickly by the slap of Jessica's whip and then Lindsey struck me. It was almost an anticlimax. It hardly hurt at all.

I started to relax and then I heard Maddie in the background. "If we're going to have a whipping it should be a proper whipping. Lindsey has to strike Cutie with authority, otherwise this is a travesty."

"I agree, that stroke doesn't count." It was April. "Let all three of them start over."

Sandra quietly said, "Yes, we have to start over."

I quickly grasped what was happening. They were using peer pressure on Lindsey. By making everyone start over they were serving notice that if she didn't give me a solid stroke both Ricky and Morris were going to have to endure a much more severe whipping.

Behind me I heard Gabriel whisper to Lindsey; "Let yourself go, enjoy the thrill of the power."

Brenda gave the new order. "We will start over. You may deliver the first stroke a second time."

Whap! This time the slap hurt. The pain burned into my skin and after the slap was over the burning sensation seemed to intensify and spread. I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip. I quickly understood that this was going to be a rigorous test of my mettle.

In the background I heard Brenda say, "Three more."

Whap! Whap! Whap! The three strokes came in quick succession and each slap of the riding crop seemed to magnify the burning pain in my rear.

"And another."

Whap!

We were only a third of the way through the punishment and the pain was already becoming unbearable.

"Slaves, understand that it distresses us to have to punish you this way; but superiors must always be treated with respect and deference. When we are not, you leave us little choice." Brenda's speech was a welcome break.

Suddenly I sensed movement. I looked up. Gabriel had led Lindsey to a position directly in front of me. His pants were unzipped. His huge erection was out. Lindsey was stroking him with her right hand while she held her whip in her left hand. Gabriel was kissing her and while he kissed her he gently rolled one of her nipples between the fingers of his left hand.

I looked to my right. Jessica and Nelmister had taken a similar position in front of Morris. On my left Aaron and Julie were locked in a passionate embrace in front of Ricky. It was apparent that we were not only going to being ***d with the riding crops; were were also going to be ***d by the sight of our Mistresses in the arms of their lovers.

"Take your positions again." Brenda wasn't going to give us much of a break.

Gabriel whispered into Lindsey's ear. "Princess, it is time for you to sample more of the intoxicating pleasure that a dominant enjoys while disciplining a slave."

Gabriel and Lindsey disappeared. I looked through my legs. I could see their feet behind me. Gabriel was standing directly behind Lindsey. I assumed that he had positioned himself so that he could fondle her as she punished me.

Brenda quietly said, "Deliver five more strokes."

I braced myself. My rear still burned from the first five strokes.

Whap! I gasped

Whap! Whap! Lindsey was hitting me very hard now.

Whap! I held my breath. I only had to endure one more stroke and then I would get another break.

Whap! I bit my lip to keep from crying out. The burning pain radiated through the lower half of my torso. I gripped the lower crosspiece of the horse and flexed every muscle in my body. Somehow I managed to maintain my composure.

After a moment I heard Brenda's voice. "Slaves, you must never forget your place. We are your superiors. You must always remember that you exist only for our pleasure and that we demand your total devotion and absolute capitulation to our will.

My eyes were closed. I was concentrating on blocking out the pain. Suddenly I felt movement next to me. I opened my eyes. Lindsey was in front and just to the right of me. She was leaning against the top crosspiece of the horse. I tilted my head up and looked into her eyes. She was smiling at me.

She whispered, "Petey you are so strong." And then she gasped.

I turned my head. Gabriel was behind Lindsey. His hands were resting on her back. He was slowly thrusting his hips back and forth. It was obvious that he was fucking my girlfriend.

I looked to my left. Jessica was leaning against the next horse. Morris was watching while Nelmister fucked his wife. I assumed that on the other side of Lindsey, Aaron was fucking Julie while they made Ricky watch.

Brenda let our Mistresses and their lovers enjoy each other for a moment and then she said, "It is time to deliver the last five strokes."

As Lindsey stood up she whispered, "Be strong Petey."

That was all the encouragement I needed. I felt a reserve of new strength surging inside of me. Suddenly I knew I was capable of weathering any torment my superiors could mete out. I no longer feared the next five strokes, I welcomed the test. I was going to show the woman I loved just how strong I really was.

I heard Brenda say, “Administer the last five strokes”.

I arched my back and held my head up high. I was ready.

Whap! The first stroke hit. I winced from the pain.

Whap! Whap! The next two strokes came quickly. The pain was grueling, but I was strong; there was nothing I couldn't withstand.

Whap! I closed my eyes and formed a mental image of Lindsey as she wielded her whip.

Whap! The final stroke. I collapsed over the crossbar and sighed with relief. Excruciating pain radiated through my torso, but I wasn't whimpering about it, I was savoring it. I had been tested and I'd met the challenge head on.

I felt someone unfastening the leather cuffs around my ankles. I looked behind me. It was Traci. She was smiling at me. As she unfastened the cuffs on my wrists she whispered. "Cutie you did very well. Most slaves break down and cry the first time they're whipped."

As soon as the cuffs were unfastened Traci said, "Cutie you may stand up, but don't move away from the horse and don't pull your panties up."

I stood. My ass still burned from the slap of the whip, but the pain didn't bother me. It didn't bother me at all. In fact, it was now an exciting, almost sexual sensation.

I looked to my left, Ricky was just standing up. Sandra was next to him, she was holding his leather shackles. I glanced to my right, Morris was already standing. For a brief moment we made eye contact. He winked at me. It was everything I could do to keep from laughing.

Lindsey and Gabriel were standing next to the horse. Gabriel had his arm around Lindsey's shoulder. Lindsey was still holding her whip.

Traci whispered in my ear, "Watch Ricky, but wait for your command from Brenda. Follow Ricky's lead, do everything exactly as he does it."

Brenda slid off of Quent's lap. Quent's pants were around his ankles. When Brenda stood up she exposed his huge erection. It glistened, he'd been fucking Brenda while they watched our whipping. I stole a quick glance at Maddie. She was sitting on Jamal's lap. His large black cock was buried in her cunt.

Brenda walked over to us. Her face was flushed. I suspected that she was on the brink of having an orgasm when she got off of Quent's lap.

"Slaves, kneel at your Mistresses' feet"

I watched Ricky. He got down on his knees in front of Julie. I followed his lead and kneeled in front of Lindsey. On my right I saw Morris get on his knees in front of Jessica.

Brenda stared at us for a moment and then she said, "Beg! Footboy first."

Ricky looked up at his wife and said, "Mistress Julie I am sorry I powerd you to punish me. In the future I promise to behave properly. I beg you to forgive me and humbly plead that you allow me to continue serving as your slave."

Julie smiled at her submissive husband and said, "Very well Footboy, I accept your apology. You may continue to serve as my slave."

Ricky bent over and started kissing his wife's feet.

Brenda looked at me. "Cutie beg!"

I followed Ricky's lead and repeated his apology word for word. When I was finished Lindsey beamed at me and said, "Very well Cutie, I accept your apology, You may continue to serve as my slave."

Once I was kissing Lindsey's feet Brenda turned to Morris and Jessica. They repeated the little ritual.

As soon as Morris was kissing his wife's feet Brenda said, "Slaves it is time for you to give your Mistresses a proper kiss."

I glanced to my right and to my left. Julie and Jessica both turned and leaned on the crossbar of their whipping horses. Lindsey did the same thing. When I saw both Ricky and Morris crawl to a position directly behind their wives I immediately understood what was expected of me.

I positioned myself so I was directly behind Lindsey. I smiled as I spread the cheeks of her soft round ass. The symbolism of their demand was not subtle. We were expected to kiss the asses of the women who had just punished us. Humbling myself in this manner was hardly a scandal. In fact, I viewed it as an honor. At this moment there was nothing I wanted more than the opportunity to express my total presentation to Lindsey Sommers.

Lindsey cooed with delight as I pressed my lips against her puckered anus.

Everyone around us clapped and cheered and then Brenda said, "Slaves you are forgiven. You may stand up."

As soon as we were standing Traci grabbed Morris, Ricky and me and led us out of the living room. I looked over my shoulder as we were leaving. Gabriel was sitting in one of the stuffed chairs. Lindsey was kneeling on the floor in front of him. She was sucking his cock.

GH, your pain in writing that shone through in every line. I believe you felt it almost as much as Cutie did. Well done.

Wow, awesome writing GH. I agree with peakmb, well done.

Although that contained only a smattering of explicit sex, it may be one of the most erotic things I've ever read. Outstanding GH, really!

Peak, Trf2 and Stormy

Thankyou, I appreciate your comments.

GH

I hope to have the next segment ready in a few minutes. I'm proofreading it right now.

Traci led us into the room they called the playpen. Once we were inside She sat on the bed and patted the mattress. "Come over and sit down boys. For the next hour this is neutral territory. You can relax.

Ricky smiled at her and said; "Traci honey, if you don't mind I think all three of us would prefer to stand."

Traci laughed. "Sorry Ricky, I wasn't thinking."

Morris walked over and kissed her forehead. "That's okay sweetheart, you have been absolutely wonderful to us all evening. I think we can forgive the fact that you don't actually understand how sore our butts really are.

Traci laughed. "No honey I don't. I've had clients who wanted to whip me, but I've never let them do it."

We all laughed for a moment and then all four of us got quiet. The last half hour had been emotionally draining.

Traci finally broke the silence. "Your Mistresses are with their lovers. They're making sure they're well satisfied before they leave them."

I remembered seeing Lindsey on her knees sucking Gabriel's cock. This was of course what Traci was referring to when she said our Mistresses were busy making sure their dates were well satisfied.

Traci lay back on the bed and absentmindedly spread her legs exposing her naked sex.

I kept stealing glances. I tried to be discreet; but Traci was beautiful and I was twenty-one. I hadn't seen anywhere near enough naked pussies in my life.

Traci noticed me peeking at her and started laughing. "It's okay Petey, you can look all you want. I'd love to let you have a taste, but we have to get Lindsey's permission first."

I walked over to the bed. "Do you mind if I sit next to you?"

She smiled. "No not at all, but are you sure you want to?"

I sat down. I winced a little from the pressure of the mattress on my sore ass, but it didn't really make much difference. My rear end was still on fire.

I shrugged. "It doesn't seem to matter whether I'm standing or sitting. My butt just hurts."

Traci reached out and patted my cheek, "Poor baby, when Lindsey gets here we'll make it better."

Ricky sat down next to us. "Hey you can pat me too."

Traci laughed as she patted his cheek. "I love you guys."

We were all silent for a moment and then I said, "Traci can I ask you a question?"

"Sure honey?"

"Why don't you have a date tonight?"

She shrugged. "I don't know, I guess I couldn't get one."

I shook my head. "You're a beautiful woman, I don't believe that for one second."

Traci sat up, turned so she was sitting in between Ricky and me, leaned over and kissed my cheek. "Cutie, you really are very sweet."

She thought for a moment and then she sighed "Okay, I guess that's a fair question and we are becoming good friends; so I'll try to answer it."

Traci stared at the floor. She didn't say anything. She didn't even look up. After a minute Morris said, "Traci you don't have to say anything. We're your friends. We love you. That's all that matters. "

She looked up and smiled at Morris. There was a tear running down her cheek. "I know, that's why I want to talk about it."

Traci sighed. "Petey, I've thought about your question a lot lately." She took a deep breath, "Okay, here goes. Tonight is a night of casual sex. Gabriel and Lindsey aren't using sex as an expression of love, they're enjoying each other's bodies purely for fun.

She smiled at us. "Don't worry, I'm not turning into a prude. There's nothing wrong with casual sex." She laughed. "For the last twenty years I've made my living from casual sex."

Suddenly she got very quiet. "I guess that's the point. I'm thirty-eight, sex has been my business since I was eighteen."

Traci looked at me. "Petey, for all the other women here, sex is a hobby. For me it's a business, my only business. Sandra is a lawyer, April is a teacher. The rest of the women are going to college. Sex is something they do for fun and relaxation." She shrugged. "Maybe that's why I'm so excited about going to college."

She sighed. "Petey, any guy whose got four hundred dollars can fuck me. It doesn't matter if he's old or young, fat or thin, handsome or homely. She laughed, "My only standards are that he has to be clean and he can't smell bad." She shrugged. "In some ways that's kind of nice, because I've learned to try to find the beauty in everyone one of my men."

She looked into my eyes. "But Petey when you put a price on something it changes it. You love golf, but if it suddenly became your job it would change for you."

Traci shook her head. "Don't get me wrong, I still love sex and I still love being an escort. But I hunger for intimacy and love. Julie has that with Ricky every day. Jessica gets it from Morris. Lindsey gets it from you. I am so envious of these women.

"Why don't you get married?"

Traci started laughing. "In my profession dating can be a little tough."

"What do you mean?"

"Petey it's kind of a conversation stopper for a lot of guys when I tell them what I do for a living."

"Don't tell the truth."

Traci shook her head. "Lies aren't exactly the best foundation for a serious relationship."

"Why not look for a cuckold slave? I don't think your profession would bother any of us."

"No I'm sure it wouldn't, but you would want me to cuckold you. At this point in my life I'm not particularly interested in casual sex. I want romance."

"But earlier tonight you told me that you were going to give me a long taste of both your pussy and your ass after the whipping was over. Isn't that casual sex?"

Traci laughed. "Yes it certainly is and I'm looking forward to it. Petey, you're my friend. You, Ricky, Morris and the other cucks are the most important men in my life right now. You can have me anytime you want me I love playing with all of you. At this point in my life that's the most intimate sex I have.

She sighed. "But I want more. I want to find one man who will make wonderful romantic love to me. I want a man who will make me scream with pleasure as he pumps his big cock in and out of my cunt and then when he's done I want him to hold me in his arms and love me. Petey I dream of lying safe and protected in the warm embrace of a man who truly loves me.”

Traci closed her eyes. "I envy Maddie, she has Jamal."

"I don't understand."

"Jamal is very open minded, he accepts Maddie as she is. He loves her and they have a wonderful sex life. I don't suppose you noticed them while you were being whipped."

I shrugged. "Not really."

"Jamal knows that Maddie has a sadistic streak, she loves a whipping. While you were being punished he did everything he could to make the show more exciting for her. He did it because he loves her."

"Jamal relaxs with other women."

Traci nodded. "Yes he does, and that wouldn't bother me at all." She laughed. "No one understands the difference between sex and love better than me."

"Jamal is taken"

"I know."

"I suppose it's hard to find another man like him."

"Traci sighed and then she said, "Your friend Court could be like that."

"What do you mean, could be?"

"He's still very immature."

I stared at Traci. This surprised me. I always viewed my friend as being very grown up. "Why do you say that?'

Traci noticed my reaction and laughed. "Don't be offended. I like Court a lot; but life has been way too easy for him. He needs to suffer a little bit. You and Lindsey are much more mature than he is. Both of you have suffered disappointment and rejection and survived it. You were raised by single parents in homes where money was at a premium. You had to work hard for everything you wanted. You had to learn to accept the fact that there were things you couldn't have. You learned what it means to have to live within a meager budget. Life was a challenge for both of you and it forged you into the strong adults that you are today. Court has been sheltered and pampered since he was born. He still has to face the first trials of his life."

She smiled at me. "Court is a tenacious young man. When life finally does challenge him, I am confident that he will overcome those challenges and grow stronger. That experience will turn him into a man, a very attractive man; a man that I would aggressively pursue."

I shook my head. "Traci the more I get to know you, the more I realize that you are a very intriguing permister."

Traci laughed. "Petey that may be the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me."