cuckolding gone wrong

Timmy

I'm curious to see how much more Peter will take. Therapy session or not, I think I would be out the door pretty quickly.

You're a very good writer and this is a well constructed, engaging story with endearing characters; but this part is tough. You know me, I'm a romantic sap.

GH

Timmy,
I was going to say the same thing myself. I just can't square the man who loved his wife for so long, then left her because of her use, then took up with Red, then seems to have fallen in love so suddenly and deeply that he is willing to put up with even worse treatment. Having said that, this story is compelling and very well written so I will hang in there.

I suppose I'm with GH on the issue of separation of cucking, loving and use. I can understand the loving of offense, shame is actually internal and cannot be powerd onto an individual, but pain is something quite different. I will be interested to see how you recreate the loving with Red, your story so far has enough quantum leaps I'm sure none of us will see it coming (or Pete for a while I suspect).

GH, I understand and know where you coming from but try to hang in there just like Peter - LOL

Peak, Peter's primary reamister for leaving M was a trust issue. The disrespected the safe word and she had plans of non-consensual confinement by building the primister cell at the summer house based on the specifications she had given the contractor. We are all wired differently and I permisterally don't mind a bit pain from time to time but by no mean am I die-hard masochist.

I heard the door close and went down to clean up. To my surprise there was almost a whole piece of chicken left. I added it to my left over since I really did not have much of an appetite either and put the pieces into a Tupper Ware dish and the fridge. I dumped the leftover salad and all the dishes into the dishwasher. I decided that it was full enough to warrant turning on before I went back upstairs to my room.

By nine I was back on my knees in the bathroom waiting for whatever was going to be in store for me that evening. Tonight Red was late and was able to sit on the floor with my back against the bath tub. I kept listening for the door and eventually heard someone coming inside.

I got back on my knees and waited.

Red walked in and slapped my face twice. “Totally useless”.

Getting her face very close to mine she slapped my twice more. All I could think of was, “thank God, that I decided not to have any wine”. I’m sure that Red was checking for that.

“Ms Cindy complained that her chicken was dry. That means five lashes for you. I found a wilted leaf in my salad, another five. You got four strokes coming from yesterday. Get up and into position on the bed for a milking.”

Just like last night, Red had trouble to get my dick hard enough to put a condom on it. Frustrated, she slapped my balls a few times and locked my dick back into the CB. I looked at her and was just about to say my safe word. She must have sensed it because she ever so slightly shook her head and there was a pleading look in her eyes. So just swallowed and kept my mouth shut.

“OK turn over and get into position for your whipping.”

“Hmm”, stroking my ass with her hand. “maybe I should take it a bit easy on your ass tonight but I really like the color. I’m going to take a couple of pictures after I’m done with today’s beating. I think a collage of pictures from today together with the ones I took down south after the paddling might just look really nice on my bedroom wall.

I’ll give you seven strokes with the paddle for tonight and carry the other seven over to tomorrow. Try not to piss me off so that you won’t add any more.”

I was pretty sure that the strokes were not quite as hard as they had been. Is Red lightening up a bit?

That night I had again a hard time falling arelax and decided to go downstairs to get my lap top and play some solitaire. When I passed the door to the bedroom I heard talking. I got closer to the door, trying to find out if Red had company but it became clear that she was talking on the phone. I also heard some sobs during periods when she seemed to be listening.

Oh how I longed to just go inside and wrap her into my arms but I know that would create even bigger problems. So I grabbed my laptop and headed back upstairs.

Eventually, I managed to go to relax. The next morning I was still thinking of what I had heard the night before.

Around lunch time, I decided to call Nicole and talk to her about the current situation. I figured that maybe she had some insights or advice for me.

“Hello Nicole, it’s Peter. Do have a bit of time? I really could use your advice.”

“Hello toy”. That set me back a bit but then I could hear her chuckle.

“Relax Peter, tell me what is going on. You sound troured.”

So told Nicole what had been going on, my concerns and worries and that I thought I heard Red cry last night.

“Peter, Red is suffering just like you are. Not the physical pain of getting your ass whipped but the mental pain. By the way how does your ass look? I bet a pretty purple is probably right.”

I had to chuckle “maybe you should ask her to send you the pictures she took last night. On the other hand maybe wait till this is all over. I’m not sure it’s a good idea for her to know that I called you.”

“Peter, I agree with you on that. I’m sure that sooner or later I’ll get to see them. Please hang in there with her. This is the hardest thing you two have ever done and most likely will ever do. Don’t ruin it now. Please, suck it up and hang in there. I don’t think it will go on for much longer. Remember you guys have plans of coming down here for Christmas. Focus on the good times ahead. Remember I still owe you a blow job.”

I had to laugh about that.

I felt a bit reassured, “Thanks for listening to me Nicole. I guess I’ll just have to suck it up as you eloquently put it to me.”

“Peter, darling you are most welcome. I’m glad you trust me enough to call. I’m sure things will work out for you. I know Red loves you. I’m sure it’s tearing her apart but I feel it’s important that she buries that love way back in her mind till you had that therapy session.”

We said our goodbyes and I went back to work.

Just before going home, I got a text from Red “No dinner”. I was relieved that I didn’t have to worry about that.

When I got home, I went for a run. Made a curry sauce and some rice for my left over chicken. After eating, I emptied the dishwasher from the night before I went back upstairs. I took a shower, put on my robe and did some work on my laptop as well as some more painting by starting on the “zippers” Cindy had given to me.

By nine I was back on my knees waiting for Red. She showed up shortly after and told me to get up on the bed in the whipping position. She hit me four times with the paddle and three times with the cane.
“toy, the painters are done in my place. I’ll still will relax here tonight but I’ll move back tomorrow. I won’t need dinner but I expect the door to be unlocked and you on your knees up here at nine.”

“Time to go to the large butt plug. You are allowed to take it out when you go running but I trust that it will be in position the rest of the time.”

So Red took the old plug out, added some lube and in went the new one. It was a strange feeling. There was a noticeable difference which made me wonder if she switched to an even larger one than what I had purchased. My ass felt really full and stretched and I was not looking forward to the future since I really had no idea how long I had to go with this.

Red slapped my ass “Good night toy”.

This was the first friendly thing Red had said to me since the ordeal began on Sunday night.

I tried to get my mind off what had been and was still going on but that was not easy when you paint clothes pins knowing that one day they will be used to provide you quite a bit of pain. Anyway. I finished the painting project and went to relax. It was the first night where I did not have any trouble relaxing.

Was I adjusting? Becoming more of a masochist? Or was it the idea that Red seemed a bit more mellow, maybe an indication that things were winding down towards the “grand finale”.

Oh well, time will tell.

Thursday in the office was exciting. I got a call from the Army procurement office. They want to talk about an extension of the contract since we seemed to have resolved the quality problems and are now shipping trouble free parts and on time. So we set an appointment for next week.

“Peter, there is one thing that would really help. As you can imagine we are very much under pressure to reduce costs. If you can figure a way to reduce unit costs, it would go a long way towards a longer term contract. The other thing you may want to look into is “just in time shipments”. That would help reduce costs at the assembly end. We expect this particular weapons system to stay in service for the next eight to ten years.”

“Why don’t you talk to John Morrimister at the assembly plant. Get his views and needs on “just in time”. That way you can figure your transport costs.”

“I’m looking forward to seeing you next Thursday.”

We said our goodbyes and I went to work.

I wished Ted was here on the finance side but his assistant Jerry has been here a long time and should be able to give my info that I need.

So I called a lunch meeting with Karl, Jay and Jerry. I called in a take-out order to the diner and asked my PA to either pick it up or have someone else get it. Poppa would just put on my account and I will take care of it the next time I’m there.

“Peter, I hope you’ve ordered for me too. If not you can go and get it yourself. I just love their corned beef.”

“Don’t worry Lori, I ordered plenty and you can have your corned beef sandwich.”
During the meeting, I laid out what the army wanted.

Karl would look at the production process and see there was any fat in there. Jerry would work up a profitability study on the parts and Jay would make a “model” of the various ways we could ship based on X number of units since we did not have the info from the assembly plant. Those guys were just getting to work while we had our meeting.

“OK, is Monday same time same place OK with everyone? Enough time to get the numbers and ideas?”

“Peter, if you serve another lunch like this, we’ll have what you need.”

“OK, thanks guys.”

The rest of the day was uneventful. There were some sandwiches left over from lunch I decided to take them home and make them my dinner with a beer and salad.

I just got out of me car at home when my phone rang. I looked at the number and it was Red.

“Toy, I’m not coming over tonight. Lock the door and have good night’s rest. Make sure you keep the plug in” and she hung up without any further comments or giving me a chance to speak. I was tempted to call her back but decided against it. If Red had wanted to talk to me, she would have stayed on the line.
So I had a relaxed if lonely evening. I missed having Red around. I mean we could sit for hours doing our own thing, not speaking a word but every so often we would catch ourselves looking at each other, a brief smile and go back to whatever each of us was doing.

I was hoping all this suffering would be worth it in the end.

I had a great night’s relax, went for an early run. Had breakfast and went to the office.

By eleven I got an e-mail from Jerry with the profitability analysis for each product line. I guess he had the easiest job. It all was there in the computer, he just had to ask it the right questions. He had done a great job. I’ll have to ask him who set up the cost accounting system because I was truly impressed with it.

I passed the info on to Karl as I thought it might help him when he was looking at our manufacturing process.

Later that afternoon I got a phone call from Red’s office, one I had been waiting for a long time.

“Peter, gratulation, your are now a single man. There are some papers you still need to sign. Red asks that come to her apartment at eight tonight since she’s busy and also has an early dinner date.”

“Thanks for calling, I’ve been waiting for this. Please tell Red that I’ll be there. Have a great weekend.”

That was great news, so the next question was would I have a great weekend or would I suffer? Well no use worrying about it. Nothing I could do but wait and see. I decided the share the great new with Greg but got his voice mail. By the time I was going home he had not returned my call.

Timmy

I'm still hanging in, it's nice to see a hint of humanity returning in Red. I am very curious about her dinner date. Your story continues to be intriguing.

Thanks

GH

timmy,

really enjoying your story....sometimes dealing with us women can be a real bitch. hopefully we more than make up for it.

sallyann

Timmy:

As always, this has been a good mix of events and sharp twist. I'm enjoying this story and look forward to hearing more!

Thanks!!
Cuck who loves a creampie.

HI Timmy
I am Enjoying the story. You are making me feel sorry for Peter even though I know he is not real. The offense of Peter at the bar stirred a lot of emotions in me. If it had been me I would have walked out. Thinking back that was the main reamister I divorced the wife. I could not take the offense of the neighbors know what she had done. I am sure that they knew more than I did about her lovers and affairs.

Red is sure being tuff on Peter. I hope al his suffering is worth it If he had stayed with his ex I am sure she would have been harder on him with her dungeon in the summer house on the lake. I hope peter can make it through the ordeals that Red has in story for him with out losing his sprit. Doing great job 4-22 08:29

Very nice, Timmy. You do a great job of keeping us all on the edge. Super story. thanks, priss

Enjoying the story Timmy, but that was a tough read. Not that it wasn't well-written and well tied together, it was - just painful to contemplate. I'm with GH on that - I like and sympathize with Peter, but don't understand him. Afraid my butt would have been last seen disappearing over the horizon awhile ago! You know, like in the misterg - 'Red Tails in the Sunset'...oh, sorry, that's supposed to be 'Sails'. But then, you probably knew that.

Sally and all you guys, thanks for hanging in there with me. In essence I'm with you guys. I like a bit of pain from time to time but nothing like what Peter went through but to be hones I've fantasized about something like this. But that's just it a fantasy. I'm just to much of a wimp (LOL) to take what Peter took that last week.

I was almost giddy as I drove home but then some dark thoughts entered my mind. What if is this is the night Red decides to try her therapy? Was I really ready for that? My ass hurt from having to sit on that large butt plug. How much more will I hurt after she’s done with me?

So by the time I got home I was not quite an emotional wreck but close with all the conflicting emotions running through my head.

Here I was finally free from M but what was I trading that freedom in for? I knew that if Red continued the way she had been acting this week, I would be gone. I was just not built for continued use and offense. I was committed to suffer through the therapy session and hoped that it would have the desired effect of releasing all that pent up anger and hate in Red’s mind so that she could have a life full of sexual pleasures no matter which kind.

While I was a submissive and a bit of masochist, I was not looking for 24/7 domination. I needed love and vanilla time. Time to do what couples do when they are in love, not grovel at some bitches feet hoping that she was satisfied and would not beat me that day.

No, I wanted to be seduced into submitting. A promise of pleasures to come if I was a good subbie and made My Goddess happy. I needed conversation free of fear that any thought expressed might lead to punishment. That was my hope. A life with the love of my life well balanced between a normal F/M relationship with the added spice of a Domme/subbie relationship.

I guess time will tell. I decided to have just a light dinner so that I did not have to deal with a stomach full of rich food when whatever was going happen would.

I took a shower and shaved very carefully my balls and ass before putting the butt plug back in. I felt weird not having it inside me. My ass felt almost “drafty” and certainly empty. I also cleaned my dick as good as I could with the CB on it. I was glad the this place had an adjustable hand held shower head.

Promptly at eight, I rang the bell at Red’s place.

Opening the door “come on in Peter (well that sounded business like) you have to sign some final papers but for all practical purposes you are a single man now and a target for many ladies that would love to get their hands on your butt.”

There was wicket gleam in Red’s eye as she said that. Red looked hot. A tight green top that seemed to match those emerald green eyes and left nothing to the imagination. There was no cleavage but also no bra and her nipples were at full attention as the fabric caressed them. In no time at all my dick was hitting the “wall” of my CB.

I started to say something but Red put her finger to her mouth indicating that I should be quiet.

“Here have a seat at the desk, scotch OK? We need to have celebratory take don’t we?” pouring a glass of eighteen year old single malt scotch, no ice for me.

Red handed me the class “to freedom” and clinked her wine glass against my glass.

I took a sip “hmm this is good”.

“Drink up dear, sign the stuff and you can have another.”

So I finished my take and started looking at the documents in front of me. There were three different sets with “sign here” tabs. I looked the first one over and signed the first page. I had suddenly trouble turning the next page and the pen fell out of my hand. I lost control over some or all of my muscles.

Suddenly it got dark as someone pulled a bag or pillow case over my head. I had absolutely no strength to fight them. Whoever was doing this pulled some draw string to prevent the bag to come off. I tried to yell but not much came out. I knew what was happening. It had begun but instincts kicked in and I tried to fight but to no avail.

There had to be at least three of them, two on my arms and one lifting my legs. They were dragging me up the stairs making my ass painfully aware of every step. I just had no power to fight them. Not sure what was in that take but since I was conscious and knew what is going on, all could think of was some kind of muscle relaxant.

In no time flat they had me stripped and tied to that spanking bench. It was dark and I could not see a thing when they took off the bag over my head and replaced it with a blindfold of some kind.

Someone ripped the butt plug out of my ass and I had same silly feeling as earlier in the evening when I took a shower. Of course that did not take long and I felt a plastic cock pressing against my anus. It had to be larger than the plug. There was some lube but it still hurt and then the ass fucking began in earnest.

Meanwhile one of them was slapping my face with a strap-on cock taunting me.

“Come on slut, I know you want this. Come on, catch my cock. I know you want to suck it. Deep throat it bitch.”

Now the tip was pressing against my lips. “Open up bitch, suck My cock.”

I tried to resist but a couple of fingers closed my nose and eventually I had to give in and open to catch a breath. Wham, the cock was deep inside. I tried to bite down in it, to stop it from going deeper.

“Hey the bitch is biting my cock.”

A hand grabbed my balls and squeezed. I screamed and the cock went further down my throat. As I was gagging the “piston” in my ass was going in and out, in and out.

I have no idea of how long this went on but somehow I was aware of different size cocks getting shoved up my ass and mouth. I really was close to using my safe word when something hot and gooey went down my throat. I was sure it tasted like cum but this was a plastic cock tormenting my mouth and throat. How could that be?

Then I also felt it in my ass – something squirting in there. I tried to shake my head, trying to clear it. To try to focus and make some sense out of all of this when it hit me in the face over and over my head. Quarts, well maybe not quarts but lots and lots of cum. It was the real thing. It tasted real and smelled real. But I was positive all the cocks were fake. I was too dazed and could not figure it out.

I don’t know if I ****** but I found myself on a pile of blankets in a dark room. My hands and feet were free. There was no blindfold over my eyes but it was pitch black. I slowly moved my legs and I touched something cool and solid. A light went in my head. I was in the bathroom. I had just touched the toilet with my foot.

That’s when it hit me. I had to throw up. I just barely managed to pull myself up and put my head over the hopper. I was retching and retching. My throat was burning and so was my ass.

Suddenly, the light went on. It was too bright for me to see anything at first. Some soft hands touched me and I tried to fight them off.

“Easy Peter, relax. It’s all over. It’s Cindy. I’m here to help you. Here take something. It will soothe your throat.”

A straw touched my lips and I grabbed it with my lips and sucked really hard on it. Whatever it was, it was cool and felt good as it crossed my throat but sure did not taste very good. I made again for the hopper and wretched some more.

“Cindy try some plain water first.” A new voice, I never heard it before so I looked around and saw Cindy in a very sexy bikini bathing suit and another girl dressed the same way. It finally dawned on me, she was the same one who had saved me from tripping Sunday night in the bar.


“Hi Peter, I’m Dr. Roslyn Weinstein but my friends call me Roz and since Cindy and Red are very good friends of yours and are also mine, you can also call my Roz.”

“Come Cindy let’s help Peter into the shower and clean him up.”

Now I understood the purpose of the bathing suits. There was no way I would have been able to get into the shower or stand up by myself but managed with their help.

I tried to speak but could only croak.

“Peter please be quiet. Your throat needs to rest. I’ll give you something in a little while that will make it feel better and you should be OK in the morning. Same thing with your ass. I’ll put some cream in there that will make it feel better very soon. However, I suggest that you use a stool softener for the next couple of days. I’ll give you some to use.”

You have no idea how good that warm shower felt and by the time Cindy and Roz had me clean, my hair washed and dried, I was able to stand by myself even though my legs still felt a bit shaky.

They led me over to the bed in the dungeon and covered me with a blanket. I drank some more of the crappy tasting stuff but it did take the soreness of my throat away. Same with the cream Roz had smeared into my anus. It felt cool and soothing.

Cindy gave me a quick kiss.

“Thank you Peter, rest now. You will be OK in the morning. I’m staying here with you and Roz will be downstairs with Red.”

I must have fallen arelax almost immediately but I woke up screaming, sitting up in the bed trying to fight off Cindy who was just trying to help me.

I had this terrible nightmare.

“Shush Peter, it’s OK you had a bad dream. It’s Cindy, come let’s hug. You are safe.”

I settled down and got real close to Cindy. I was still shaking but my dick seemed to be OK with the situation because of the efforts of busting out of the plastic cage.

“Peter, do you remember the dream?”

I shuddered “yes unfortunately I do. I don’t know where I was but I was naked in some place and these two huge she males, they had to be at least seven or eight foot tall with I don’t know 50 plus HHH tits and cocks better than a foot long and as thick as my wrist coming after me. I tried to run but as soon as got going there was a wall and I had to change direction ‘stop running you fool, you can’t escape, you are out bitch. We’ll “spit roast you till you die…’. They kept repeating this over and over in like a tone that zombies in a third rate horror movie would use. I tried to climb one of the walls and was almost on top when I feel back down again. They just laughed and that’s when I woke up.”

“It was horrible. I’m not going to go to relax again ever.”

Cindy hugged me and stroked my head, putting feather light kisses on my face and soothing me like a little baby. I must have fallen arelax again.

The next thing I knew was something wet dripping on my face and kisses.

Peter, baby, I’m soo, so sorry to have hurt you like this. Please forgive me. I love you, please tell me you’re OK.”

It was Red who now was on the bed with me, crying and hugging me. I put my arms around here and just pulled here close to me and cried right there with her. While Red was crying because she hurt me, I was crying because I was happy. It looked like I had my loving caring Red back.

My throat was still sore and I had a hard time speaking.

I croaked “Red, it’s OK. I’m fine. We survived. It’s you and me against the world. We can do anything as long as we do it together. I love you.”

I had to stop, it still hurt too much.

I must have been really deeply arelax because suddenly I noticed that I was getting hard and there was no resistance. Somehow Red must have taking my CB off.

Red noticed it too.

“Someone is getting frisky. No damage there. Better let me check it and make sure.”

There she was manipulating my balls and dick and before I knew it Red was sucking on it most enthusiastically.

I tried to stop her. “I’m going to cum”.

Briefly taking it out “so go ahead and cum already” and the vacuum suction was back. I blew my load into her mouth and when I was done Red released my dick and smiled at me.

“You know what’s coming” as she scooted up to kiss me and share the load.

I realized that I was thirsty and hungry but not sure how it would feel when I tried to take or eat. Also I had to go to the bathroom.

“Gotta go pee”

I my surprise I was still a bit unsteady but then again maybe part of the blame for that fell on the fantastic orgasm that I just had from Red’s blow job.

I did my thing and had a couple gulps of water and that seem to feel OK.

When I came back out of the bathroom, Red was wearing a robe that left little to the imagination as the smooth silky fabric caressed her body.

Handing me a terry cloth robe “come let’s see what Cindy and Roz are up to and find out what Doc will let you eat. I bet you’re starving. I know I am and I had a snack before I crawled into bed with you relieve Cindy. It’s almost noon.”

As we came to the stairs I saw Cindy and Roz sitting at the breakfast counter with coffee in front of them.

“Hello you two love birds. Everything OK?”

Red answered, “yes it is. Say Roz, what do think our toy can eat and take considering the condition of this throat?”

“Come down and let me have a look. We did use the poor guy pretty good last night.”

“Say Ahh” and as I did, Roz shone a flashlight into my mouth.

“A little bit of bruising. Something soft like scramred eggs, no toast and coffee should be OK as long as neither is not too hot.”

Cindy handed me a coffee with an ice cube floating in it and I sipped slowly. I was OK. Red got busy cooking up a couple of eggs for me.

I looked around at the three beauties who had used and tormented me. Cindy and Roz looked just a bit guilty as I gazed into their eyes. I smiled at both of them.

“No hard feelings ladies. I survived.”

Red turned towards me “Cindy, you finish the eggs, I have to hug and kiss my man.”

That she did.

“Hey Red, stop and let Peter eat. Roz said warm eggs, not cold.

We all laughed, well they laughed and kind of croaked a bit.

“I have to go. Peter I hope that Red will let me get to know you better in the near future. There are some lozenges for your throat. Suck on one of them every few hours and by morning you should be fine. Oh by the way, the guy that tried to trip you last Sunday night, he’s been doing all his work standing up and relaxing on his belly. I’m going to make him apologize the next time we get together. Maybe tomorrow night at Sixth Street. That would be the proper place. Hope to see you there.”

She gave me a quick hug and kiss on the cheek before hugging and kissing Red and Cindy.

“You guys OK? I need to leave too. I have to show a house in a couple of hours. I hate to leave you but maybe on the other hand it’s a good idea. Give you a chance to talk.”

Cindy came over to where I was sitting and I got up. She gave me a big hug and very nice kiss before whispering into my ear.

“Thank you Peter for all your suffering. I don’t know yet. It may take some more time but I think Red is going to be OK. It might be a good idea if you two could get down south a couple of days early so that she has a chance to talk to her shrink. She’s been talking to her over the phone but there is nothing like a face to face session maybe even with you included. Give it some thought.”

“Hey get your hands off my guy. Peter, is she trying to seduce you and talk you into dumping me?”

We looked at Red and laughed.

“Let’s just say that when you were…” I saw the look on Red’s face and stopped. I walked over to her and hugged her.

“I’m sorry babe, no one is going to seduce me away from you. You will have to literally kick my ass out before any of them have a chance with me.”

I saw a couple of tears on Red’s cheek and I kissed them away.

Cindy walked over and hugged and kissed Red and said her goodbyes.

Suddenly we were alone and for a moment things got a bit awkward.

Very nice..... sounds like things are back on track for this couple, but what a price to pay!
Cuck who loves a creampie.

I agree, a very rough segment and I'm just not sure,

But they seem to be in a good place now.

A story well told.

GH

hi Timmy Great segmant. Now Peter is theone with nightmares keep up the twist and turns . I am loving it.

That was great Timmy! Can't wait for more!!!

Good stuff Timmy! A little rougher than I usually prefer, but I like Peter, and Cindy, and Michelle (sorry to see her go) and some of the others, and I've come to like the poor, screwed up Red pretty well too, despite her somewhat sadistic side. The way the characters relate to each other makes it work for me, and the writing. It's a very entertaining and kinky read!

Timmy,
Sorry.

Hey Irish, how's your story coming along? I'm looking forward to reading it when you post it.

Thank you all for your comments. I understand that for some of you, the rough stuff is not your cuppa tea. We are all wired differently and for me, it's part of me. Not to the extreme that Peter is going through but. I was driving home yesterday after spending the previous afternoon and evening with a couple of ladies. Well let's just say that any shift of the seat belt reminded my right nipple how much "fun" it had the night before..

As to the public offense. For some that is a turn on. Think of GH's latest story. Timmy gets exposed to the realtor Barry or those Stewardesses on the flight home. Sure he was embarrassed but then his subbie side kicked in and he was all good. While GH hasn't gotten into details, it is clear that things have become much stricter across the street from where the merry band of courtesans is going to live. April told Timmy to keep his head down at all times inside the house. That was not the case when when we left the adventures of Sandra, July, Brenda et al.

Now back my the story, I'm not quite sure if I painted myself into a corner or not. Remember I'm totally new at this but I got to care for the characters and I'm not going to abandon them. Just take a little time to refocus and figure out where I want to go with this. Also some other things have come up that I need to spend some time on like painting the deck, etc.

Just wanted to let you know that I'm good and hope to be back at it next week.

Timmy:

It's ONLY a story!! YOU tell it any way you like and don't worry about how others feel.

I'm enjoying the adventure of these characters from fantasyland and if Red wants to cuckolds brownie down Peter's throat
in Times Square.... then so be it!

It's all about letting your imagination go on vacation and enjoying the story.

Keep up the fine job you're doing..... I look forward to reading more in a week or so.


Now go make some foot prints in that wet paint!!
Cuck who loves a creampie.

Timmy

I agree with cuck4one. This is your story. Tell it the way you want to. You pushed some of us a little, but so what. There were a lot of people who didn't like everything I did with Courtesan either. You have created a very good set of characters, a believable situation and a compelling story. I'm looking forward to reading the rest of it.

GH

Timmy
Your story is greatly appreciated. This is great stuff. You deserve a rest if that is what you want. I for one will still be here when you return looking forward to the next segment. Thank you for writing.
jj.

timmy I wish I could write as well as you. I have to remind my seft that peter is not real. I do feel sorry for him at times that is one of the reamister I enjoy your story so much. I am eger to read the rest . I do understand your need to take a brake for your hands and your mind to clarify your story . Very good job Thanks for sharing .

Timmy

Just wanted to take minute and tell you, I enjoy yo ur story. The last set of scenes caught me by surpize. How Red acted to Peter. But you did an excellent job providing background to teh event. They were well sriteen and told a love story.

Enjoy your break. I for one cannot wait till the next episodes

Meijer

Than k you ever one for your kind words and support.

It was a bit of a crappy day and I could not work on the deck so here is a short segment.

We cuddled and kissed for a while and then Red’s hand went on to explore, messing with my rigid dick.

“hmm, is this all for me?”

“Yes Goddess, my balls and dick belong to you.”

“Good answer toy. Maybe I should reward you but first we need to make sure that you can’t upset your Goddess. Be a good boy and scoot to the middle of the bed. I want to secure your arms. A slave in his Goddess’ bed should never be unrestrained. He might get some silly ideas of being equal.”

I must have looked uncertain, maybe even concerned. I mean after the experience of last week and especially last night. I was not sure if I wanted to give up control to the point that I was tied up.

“Peter, please relax. I’m not going to hurt you – much ( this was accompanied by an angelic smile) but I still have very much a need to feel secure. To feel that I have control. Please do this for me. You always have your safe word. I promise, nothing is going up your cute butt.”

I tried to relax and smiled at her while at the same time spreading my arms in surrender.

“Have your way with me oh mighty Goddess”.

“Much better dear.” This was followed by a kiss and having my wrists secured to some ties from the head board.

“Now were we. Oh yes that delectable cock that is attached to my worthless and mistrusting slave. I should punish you for doubting me but I feel good and mellow form those marvelous orgasm you’ve provide earlier so I’ll take it easy on you. Just don’t try patience like this again.”

Red positioned herself over me in the 69 position but with being tied up, her pussy was out of reach for me. I lost count of how many times Red drove me to the edge with either her hot mouth or those soft hands. She played my dick like a “concert violin”.

Then it happened, Red flipped around and impaled herself on my dick and started to slowly ride it up and down.

A finger on my mouth stopped what I was going to say.

“Don’t move Peter. I know you’ll have trouble doing this but think of yourself as my dildo (with a big smile) and a lovely one it is. It feels so nice and warm.”

I was trying very hard to concentrate on anything, anything other than the lovely Red riding my dick with her boobs not bouncing but certainly showing movement. Oh how I wished to be able to put my hands on those lovely “twins”, work those hard nipples.

I tried to recall the production figures from last week. Profit margins that Jerry had sent me. Just anything to keep me from thinking of what Red was doing to me and keep me from cumming. I didn’t want this to end.

Even though it had been years at least as far as I knew – other than that one time up at the lake – that Red had a cock in her pussy, she seemed to sense when I came close to cumming and slowed down or just rested, not moving at all. Then it would start all over again. First her internal muscles would flex and then she would start slowly riding my dick up and down, up and down. I’m not sure how many cycles like that we went through but suddenly Red settled down and a gentle shudder went through her body. She just had an orgasm. Nothing earthshaking, just a gentle nice O.

Smiling she bent down and kissed me.

“Hmm, nice. Let’s try that again. To be honest I was really getting frustrate laying there like a board. I wanted to be part of it, I needed to cum. My balls started to hurt.

Another of those gentle orgasms and then Red got serious.

“Peter, get busy. Move you miserable bastard, help me get off for real. No more games. But you better not cum before I do or I’ll have to punish you.

With that she started to really ride my cock, and matched her rhythm stroke for stroke. I’m not sure but I think I might have cum just a second or two before Red. But I don’t think she noticed it as she collapsed on my chest in orgasmic bliss.

She stayed there for quite some time and then there was her dripping pussy over my face.

“Toy, you know the rules.”

I couldn’t answer because her pussy sealed off my mouth and I had to try to keep from drowning.

Red stayed on my face for two more orgasms before sliding back down and giving me a kiss.

“hmm, you know Peter, we taste pretty good together. Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back.”

Red headed off to the kitchen and then the bathroom. She came back with a warm wash cloth and cleaned off my balls and dick.

“Now what is this? I don’t recall giving you permission to get hard.”

“Ouch!” as the ice hit my balls and dick and before I knew it, I was locked back into that infernal CB.

“OK babe, now I can untie you. Take the wash cloth and clean it out and come back and take care of my pussy. Clean off all your cum and saliva.”

“OK baby time to go to relax. Tomorrow is another day. Thank you for letting me do this. Peter, we need to talk about the rules for our relationship but right now I’m tired and need relax. One thing so, I need to have total control over your dick. That means you will stay locked up for however long I decide. Don’t’ worry, I’ll make sure you get adequate release – well what I consider adequate. That might not meet your definition and that’s too bad. There will be repeats of tonight’s events. But all of this has to be at my pace. If you can live with that, I think we have a real future. Give it some thought and let me know in the morning.”

With that she kissed my one more time, flipped over and shoved her ass crack against my CB.

“Peter, be a dear and turn off the lights and get back in here. I just love the way that CB feels against my ass.”

I don’t think it took a minute and her breathing was steady and gentle. Red was relaxing like a baby.

Here I was still horny even though I had a really nice O and all those thoughts, wondering about the future. Was I cut out to have my sex life totally controlled by Red. Was this a phase she was going through? Trying to feel secure in a heterosexual relationship. To be able to control the pace we were progressing on that front.

I had a choice. I could walk, give up on the second love of my life and do what? Or I could hang in there, go along and hope that all would work out. My subbie instincts kind of like the idea of Red having control over my orgasms. I loved her enough to give it an honest try. See how long I had to go between releases.

She did promise repeats of tonight’s events. With that happy thought I finally fell arelax too.

I woke up to some one sucking on my dick. Not that there was anything going to happen because it was locked into that darn CB thing other than drive me nuts.

Red looked at me with that evil little twinkle in her eyes.

“Hey lover, I was going to wake you with a BJ but some evil permister locked your cock up. Oh, well not much I can do about that. You must have been a bad boy.”

“Red…”

“Hush toy. We can talk about that and all the other stuff after you feed me. I’m starving and since I can’t get any protein out your cock, you’ll have to get up and cook for your Goddess.”

“Yes Oh Great Goddess, what is your desire this morning? Would some OJ, coffee and eggs and bacon be satisfactory or does your humble slave need to consult a cook book for something more exotic?”

Red punched me into my balls “don’t get cheeky toy or I get my cane. Teach you some respect. But the aforementioned list will do just fine as long as you get a move on and get the coffee going. I’ll have the OJ right here in bed. Call me when the rest is done. Oh and you have my permission to cook for yourself the same. Well almost. Slaves should not be spoiled. Two eggs with two pieces of bacon for ME. You my dear beloved slave – one egg and one piece of bacon.”

“Oh and buttered whole wheat toast for me, yours dry. Gotta keep you trim so you can keep up with me and keep me sexually satisfied.”

“Goddess if may point something out.”

“No, you may not, just get your ass into the kitchen and bring me my juice before starting the coffee and the rest of the stuff.”

I started to wonder. What was it she said last night? “We need to talk about the rules for our relationship.” It sure didn’t look like there was going to be any talk, at least not now the way she shut me down just a moment ago.

Well we were off to an interesting morning. I wondered how long Red was going to keep this going.

I brought her the OJ, carrying the glass on a tray and was rewarded with a smile.

I got busy cooking the breakfast and had everything set on the breakfast counter when I called her

“Goddess, breakfast is served.”

Red walked into the kitchen area.

“What is this? Why is my plate here and not on the dining room table?”

I started to stutter…

“Just shut up and bring my breakfast over there. Hurry before it all gets cold.”

This is not going well. I’ll see where this leading but I sure don’t like it.

So I put her food in front of her and poured her coffee.

“Stay here toy just behind to the left of my chair. That way you’ll be able to see when I need a refill on my coffee.”

I had enough, I ignored her and went to the breakfast counter, sat and ate my breakfast before it got completely cold. When I was done, I put my plates into the dishwasher and cleaned the frying pan.

I poured myself another cup of coffee and walked over to where Red was sitting. Her breakfast was untouched and she just sat there with tears in her eyes.

“I screwed up, didn’t I?”

Timmy

This is excellent. The combination of sex and emotional need is so complex. Very well done.

Thanks

GH

Excellent segment, timmy. you do a superb job of keeping us off balance. we never know what's coming next or where you're going with this story. A great read. Thanks, priss

Priss and GH are right Timmy, you do a great job of pulling us one way, and then the other! Just twisting in the wind, waiting for the next post to see where you take us...

Totally enjoying it - hope you didn't take my last comment on 4/27 as a suggestion that I wanted you to change directions, it was not that! It was more just my way of saying that despite not usually going for the rough stuff, I was enjoying your way of handling it. It's good for us to step outside of our comfort zone from time to time and experience new things - but it also feels good to get back in!