Chattel

Thanks Peak.

I glanced around the room. Morris and PW were just setting a table and one of the chairs on the right hand side of the stage.

Helen, Stanford, Jessica and Nelmister were all sitting down at the front center table. As soon as the table and chair were properly positioned on the stage Morris walked over to join them. Jessica was engaged in a conversation with Nelmister. Without bothering to make eye contact with her husband she snapped her fingers and pointed at a spot on the floor. Morris obediently kneeled at his wife's feet while she continued talking with her lover. Once he was settled Jessica reached down and started mindlessly patting her husband's head like he was a loyal dog.

Suddenly the room went dark. Behind us I heard Jamal announce, "The Hot Wife Cabaret is now pleased to bring you Master Dylan and his concubine Lorraine."

The curtain at the back of the stage opened and Traci came out. She was wearing a man's dark gray wool business suit, a dark gray fedora and a pair of black patent leather spike heel pumps. That appeared to be all she was wearing. The nipples of her large breasts were just barely concealed by the edges of the suit coat.

Behind her, Lorraine crawled onto the stage. Traci was holding on to a dog leash that was attached to a brown leather dog collar fastened around Lorraine's neck.

Traci led Lorraine over to the table, sat down, unfastened the leash from her collar and clapped her hands two times. "Dance for me slave."

Lorraine stood up. Helen's transvestite husband was wearing a black leather mini skirt, a garter belt with mesh nylon stockings, a white peasant blouse and black spike heeled pumps. Her long bleached blond hair hung loosely over her shoulders. Lorraine's outfit combined with her dark eyeshadow and heavily rouged lips to create the image of a Parisian street walker.

Otis Redding's "Sad Sad Song" started playing. Lorraine began moving to the heavy beat of the music. I quickly realized that she wasn't dancing for us, she was dancing for Traci. Traci responded by putting her feet up on the table and leaning back in her chair like a macho cowboy in a saloon.

Lorraine was a good dancer. I glanced around the room. Everyone's eyes were fixed on her as she removed her clothing piece by piece.

My brain cried out in protest. I was watching a man take his clothes off, I shouldn't be enjoying this show. But I couldn't help myself, I was mesmerized. I couldn't stop staring at Lorraine as she removed her peasant blouse and skirt. Her small round breasts and smooth soft skin were as beautiful as any woman's.

When Lorraine started to slowly push her panties down her shapely hips, the entire room became perfectly still. We all watched breathlessly as she got closer and closer to revealing the secret she kept hidden under that triangle of black lace. Suddenly she gave her panties a quick yank. Everyone cheered as she exposed her tiny caged penis.

Lorraine took a quick turn around the stage shaking her small breasts like an experienced burlesque queen. All of us were on our feet cheering. We were happy for our friend. We knew this was something she'd always wanted to do.

Once she got back to Traci, Lorraine stopped and seductively wiggled her hips. Traci put her feet down, sat up, snapped her fingers and pointed at a spot near her feet.

Lorraine obediently fell to her knees. Traci stood up, unzipped her suit pants, pulled out a large, very lifelike rubber cock and started rubbing the huge head against Lorraine's lips. We all clapped when Lorraine started giving Traci a “blow job”.

Traci let Lorraine suck her "cock" for a moment and then she pretended to roughly push her away in a fantasy display of choreographed domination. Lorraine crumpled to the floor in mock scandal while Traci turned to us and pulled her suit coat open exposing her naked breasts.

I smiled to myself. These two must have had a wonderful time putting this routine together.

Traci slipped her suit coat off, tossed it away and took two turns around the stage. While she was doing this Lorraine got up on her hands and knees and crawled to a spot near the table.

After her second turn around the stage Traci stopped next to Lorraine She brazenly pulled her suit trousers down and exposed her strap on penis. Lorraine made a big show of hugging Traci's legs and then she pulled the trousers over Traci's high heels and tossed them to the back of the stage.

Once that was done Traci turned around and leaned on the table while she lasciviously wiggled her gorgeous bottom in Lorraine's face. Lorraine responded by spreading Traci's ass cheeks and submissively pressing her lips against Traci's asshole. Traci laughed as she leered at the audience and shamelessly stroked her rubber penis.

The entire room erupted into pandemonium. Everyone was on their feet cheering and clapping.

Traci took a moment to enjoy our applause and then she stood up, turned around and pulled Lorraine to her feet. The two grinning friends held hands and took a triumphant bow.

Jamal's voice echoed through the room, "Let's hear it for Traci and Lorraine."

Damn, that was hot GH. Thanks.

Dear Good Husband,

We have finally caught up. It took us awhile, to read the entire post. Between keeping our business running and our, normal, every day lives your story was something we've enjoyed on an irregular basis.

What a creative and well-crafted story! Of course, it is beyond what we do but we have throughly enjoyed it. I have picked a few items that you've alluded to and may use them myself.

We are/I am still a little shy about posting all over this site. I guess, I like to find a comfortable venue or two and not expose every last detail.

You are, quite, the writer.

~Savannah

Trf2

I'm glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for once again taking the time to let me know.

Your friend,

GH

Savannah

As I have said to others, the beauty of the written word is that it always patiently waits for you to read it.

Calling my story creative and well crafted is a very generous compliment and I appreciate it.

While my stories are based on the experieces of a very long life, they are all fantasies and are written as such. Both Lisa and I believe that fantasies are a very important part of sex. Some of our most exciting evenings together have been spent with Lisa whispering threats into my ear that both of us knew she would never dream of carrying out.

Our imagination is the world's greatest amusement park.

Thank you for your kind comments.

GH

Suddenly the lights were dimmed. In the background the rich tones of a saxaphone filled the room as it started playing a soft Jazz melody.

"The Hot Wife Cabaret now proudly presents Julie performing, 'Ode to a Bull', an original composition by Julie Gordon and Richard Norman." Jamal was using a different voice. The carnival huckster was gone. Now he was speaking in the silky smooth style of a late night disc jockey on an underground radio station.

I looked at the stage, the table and chair from Traci and Lorraine's act were still there.

I glanced around the room. Julie's boyfriend, Aaron Carter, was now seated at the front center table. Everyone else had stopped what they were doing. Their attention was focused on the stage.

We all waited breathlessly for a moment and then the curtain parted and Julie stepped through. She was wearing a low cut white dress, white stockings and garterbelt and silver high heels. She walked over to the table and sat down on the chair so she was facing us.

The saxphone music faded out and was replaced by the sound of a single drummer tapping out a soft rhythmic beat.

Julie looked at Aaron and said; "Do you like my dress?" There was a soft, breathy quality to her voice. She leaned forward and gave us a nice view of her ample cleavage. "I think it's very sexy, I hope you agree. My husband picked it out, but I've never worn it for him." She sat up and smiled at us. "I only dress like this for you."

Julie crossed her legs. As she did it, her skirt rode up her thigh exposing the white strap of her garter belt. She let one of her silver high heels dangle from her toe while she slowly caressed her ankle. "These nylon stockings feel so soft. My husband dressed me for my date with you tonight. It felt so naughty when I made him kneel at my feet and roll my stockings up my legs." She giggled, "While he was doing it, I teased him about how much fun you were going to have later this evening when you were taking them off."

Julie closed her eyes and sighed as she continued to caress her thighs. "I just love the feel of your powerful hands. My entire body shivers with excitement every time you touch me here."

She spread her legs apart and pulled up her skirt. We all watched in silence as her fingers drew little circles around the tiny triangle of white lace that covered her sex.

"I get so excited when I feel your fingers getting closer and closer to this spot that's supposed to be forbidden to everyone but my husband." She laughed. "Isn't ironic that since I met you, the only permister whose not allowed to touch me here is my husband."

Julie let the shoe that was dangling from her toe drop to the floor. She unclasped the stays on her garterbelt, rolled her stocking down her leg, pulled it off of her foot and casually dropped it on the table. Once that was done, she extended her barefoot towards us and wiggled her toes. Her toenails were painted a brilliant shade of red.

"My husband painted my toenails for you. I told him that you like it. It's really not a chore for him. He loves my feet. The little wimp will do anything I tell him to do as long as I promise to reward him by letting him kiss my toes".

Julie kicked her other shoe off, removed her remaining stocking and stood up. She smiled at us as she unzipped her dress and let it drop to the floor exposing her soft round breasts. There was a gold chain around her neck. A ring and a key dangled from the chain.

She stepped out of her dress and held up the ring and the key. "This is the key to my husband's chastity cage and this is my wedding ring. When I'm with you, I like to wear both of them around my neck. It excites me to know that you can see them while you're on top of me pumping your magnificent cock in and out of my cunt".

Except for the tiny white G string that concealed the lips of her pussy, Julie was now naked. She slowly circled the stage in time to the measured beat of the drum. She was giving all of us an opportunity to admire her gorgeous body.

When she returned to the table she leered at Aaron and lasciviously pulled on her nipples. "I love it when you play with my breasts. Just thinking about your rough fingers pinching my nipples gets me hot." She took a deep breath. Julie was obviously excited. "You know you can have me anytime you want me."

She laughed. "I guess we proved that on the night of my second wedding anniversary. Wimpboy was so disappointed when you called and told him you were coming over." She giggled, "It really was cruel of you to make him kneel outside the closed bedroom door while you fucked me."

Julie leaned against the edge of the table and pushed her breasts together. "My little pussyboy is fascinated by the idea that you like to fuck my titties. He can't understand how you're able to do it." She laughed. "Of course he doesn't realize that he's not capable of fucking anything with that little dicklet of his."

Several of the men in the room chuckled. Julie winked at them and stood up. She slowly turned around and then she bent over and wiggled her luscious ass at us while she pulled her tiny panties down to her ankles.

Julie stood up again, stepped out of her G string and kicked it to the side of the stage. Once that was done, she turned around so she was facing us, licked two of her fingers and pressed them into her naked cunt.

She masturbated herself for a moment and then she stared at her boyfriend and said. "I can't wait to feel your big cock inside of me tonight. Make love to me, please make slow passionate love to me."

Suddenly Ricky amazed everyone by walking across the room and extending his hand to Aaron. Julie's lover took her husband's extended hand and stood up. We all watched in rapt silence as Ricky led Aaron to the stage and placed his hand on his wife's hand and then he stepped back.

Julie again looked into her lover's eyes and quietly whispered, "Please make love to me."

We all started to cheer and clap as we watched Aaron take Julie in his arms and give her a long passionate kiss. Our applause got even louder when Ricky dropped to his knees and submissively kissed and licked his wifes feet while her boyfriend continued to make love to her.

Jamal's voice echoed through the room. "Let's hear it for Julie and Ricky". The silky D.J. was gone. Jamal was back to being the carnival huckster. The quiet drum beat disappeared and the throbbing pulse of Sly and the Family Stone's, "Dance to the music" reverberated from the loud speakers.

All of us were on our feet. Pandemonium reigned in the room. Our wives and girlfriends were dancing with their lovers. Everyone else was clapping and cheering. As I stood there I couldn't stop smiling. This was a group that truly understood and appreciated the cuckold lifestyle.

And now I'm going to Arizona for a week to play golf.

GH

And I am extremely jealous. Have a great time and hit them long and straight.

TRF2

I've heard there's a big bunker there GH. Best to avoid it, it can be difficult to get out of with just a wedge.

Thanks for that last post, the brilliance continues. Hope you have a great trip! (Or had one, in the event you don't see this until your return.)

Great story. We will miss You.

GH Another great few episodes. Hope you have a good break and come back with more ideas.

I have commented to Peak and others that the more characters you add to a scene, the more complicated it becomes to write that scene. I have also said at various times that the sex scenes are the hardest scenes in a story to write.

In this story I am currently involved with writing a sex scene that involves 27 characters. I am sorry to tell you that it has become a little overwhelming. You might notice that lately my posts have been getting shorter.

I need to slow down and take a break. I am still going to continue writing the story, but I am going to work on it in short bits and my posts will be much less frequent.

As part of my break I took out a story that I started last fall and started working on it again. It only has two central characters. I worked on it while I was on my golf trip to Arizona and am still working on it now. I am actually enjoying writing again.

I am going to begin posting this story now.

There is a precedent for this in my writing. When I was writing "April's Story" I needed a break and wrote "Roxanne and Willie" which has become one of my more popular stories.

I hope you will understand. I do promise to finish "Chattel"

GH

Quite right GH. We don't want you to become a 'Candle in the Wind'. A change may be as good as a rest and if it isn't, then take a rest. We will all still be here, waiting for your return. Delayed gratification is part of the code, after all.

GH,

I totally understand you stepping away for a break from this story, especially now that the weather is starting to turn nicer. We can wait for Petey and Lindsey to return. I can only imagine the time committment that must go along with writing a story that becomes that involved.

Changing subjects, how was your golf trip? How was the weather? I've always wanted to go to Arizona to play, any recommendations?

Take care,

TRF2

GH, I can see how that story would wear you out a little, it is amazingly complex and you have done a great job of fleshing out each of the characters. While I'm sure we will all anxiously await the return of Petey, Lindsey, and the gang, I'm excited to see what else you have cooked up as well!
Thanks again for the incredible amount of thought and effort that have gone into your stories, and I hope you enjoyed your trip.

GH Hope you are keeping well, any news on Petey and the Gang. Is he still learning his role?

bump bump bump!!! aWESOME

Thank you

But also overwhelming. If I actually showed you the remaining outline you'd look at me and say, "You silly twit, whatever made you think you could finish that before you were a very old man."

GH

Maybe when I'm a very old man I'll try

Dear GH, Right on brother , thank you!

Bumped up by request

GH

The problem I always had with this story is that I never really wanted to write it. the opening segment was written late one night when I was under the influence of a sizeable amount of Canadian Whiskey. I tend to write some of my darker stories in that condition.

The story was originally intended as a short story like "Concubine". It should have been left that way. Unfortunately the story was initially so well received that I succumbed to temptation and tried to extend it.

In my attempt I created a rather bizarre story line. I had to in order to justify the opening segment (most of the rest to the story is of course a flash back).

I never bought into this story line and at the time I was still deeply involved with my characters from "Sandra and Stevie" and "April's Story"
Those continue to be my favorite stories. Because of this I eventually found myself incorporating those characters into this story and again rewriting the outline. Self restraint has never been a strength for me.

Now I am considering another attempt with a more reamisterable outline revision. I have to finish "Courtesan" first.

GH

The request to bump this story was made by a reader who emailed me and wanted to know about some of the characters from "April's Story" and Maddie and Jamal.

For me, the secondary characters are often the most fun part of writing a story. Helen and Lorraine from "April's Story" and now Kirby and Elvira in "Courtesan" are two very good examples.

Storm has several wonderful examples in his story. Two of them are on the boat right now. If you don't know what I'm talking about, you'd better go read "Unwitting Cuck Unwilling Bull"

GH

Goodhusband,
I think this is a worse story.
The outcome is that the only purpose for a woman in her life is for her to find a bull (no, make it bulls), find a cucky and then spend the rest of her live by fucking the bull(s) and humiliating the cucky. Besides that there isn't anything else for a woman's doing.

No, we women are no brainless and stupid human beings with only natural needs. Shame on you!

SC

I didn't like it either. Sometimes that happens with a story.

GH