cuckolding gone wrong

Peter has definitely gotten himself into a very interesting family. You're giving a whole new meaning to the phrase, "lady-in-law trouble.

thanks

GH

Timmy

WOW what a Thanksgiving. Well written and discriptive. A excellent set of new characters and very good insight in to Red and Peter. Plus, what was the special spice he used??? Would enjoy trying it next year!!

Please keep writting this wonderful story

THank You Meijer

Excellent segment, timmy. Really well written. Thank you. priss

GH, Meijer and Prissy, thank your for your kind comments.

Meijer, it would no longer be a secret if I told, would it now?

I don’t know if there is such a thing as the “Fraternal Order of Sushi Chefs but the guy knew about Joshi and my Sake martinis. So a couple of minutes later I was making them for the five of us. Dinner was a lot of fun but also a bit of *** because I sat between Marion and Red. Both of them kept putting their hands on my thighs, squeezing them and Marion tried to worry my balls through my pants. When I tried to keep my legs together, Red leaned close to my ear and bit it.

“Spread’em big boy and slide forward a bit on your chair or I’ll invite Mom up to your room for some spanking session. Let her have her fun or else.”

While I was kind of excited by the idea of these two beautiful women spanking my ass, I did remember Wednesday night and decided that I was not ready for that and granted “access” to my two tormentors.

It was very difficult to concentrate on the food and conversation with those two devilish ladies alternating in teasing and tormenting my blue – actually I was pretty sure that by now they were purple balls. It was hell in one way and subbie heaven the other. Here Red would feed me delicious morsels of sashimi while her Mom worryed my balls.

I must have made a face because the sushi chef got concerned and asked
“everything OK with the fish?” I assured him that was really great but had a really hard time keeping a straight face because now Red was clamping and I do mean clamping down on my balls.

Well eventually all “good” things come to an end. Dan paid this time and it was time to say goodbye. It almost felt like I was saying goodbye to my parents. I really had grown very fond of those two over the last few days.

Dan shook my hand and clasped my shoulder “drive careful and take care of my girl.”

Marion hugged me very tight and whispered into my ear

“Darling, make my girl happy. Please, give her what she needs to make her whole again. If anyone can do it, it’s you. Even if it doesn’t work out for you two, I will be forever grateful for trying. Please feel free to call me any time – day or night if you need help with your quest. Peter I’m rooting for you.”

Then louder “I’m looking forward to seeing you again for Christmas. I want another turkey like we had. Maybe if Red and I double team you, we can *** that secret out of you.”

“Mom, I’m not so sure, he can be pretty tough. I’ve seen him suffer at the BDSM club. I think we need reinpowerments for that in the form of Aunt Nicole, maybe even Pam.”

Pinching my cheek “Peter, you may want to reconsider and give that secret up. I know you’re a subbie but are you also a masochist? You’ll be in real trouble if the four of us go to “work” on you. See once Nicole and Pam get started, there is no stopping them.”

“Mom, don’t scare Peter like that. They are not that bad and I know they’ll respect the safe word.”

I gave a Marion a final hug and kiss on the cheek. “Trust me, I’ll try my very best to make Red happy. I want to be part of her life forever and then some.”

With that we got into our cars, they went home and we to the B&B.

When we got back Pam and her boyfriend sat in what was called the “reading room”, really just a cozy alcove lined with book shelves and six very comfortable chairs and a coffee table. They had dimmed the lights and I notice a bottle and some glasses on the table.

“Hey guys, how was dinner? Come join us for a night cap.”

So we headed over there and sat with them. They had a bottle of cognac and four snifters on the table.

“Chucky please pour us some.”

Remembering our earlier conversation I got an idea and looked at Red

“Goddess, please may I have one too”.

The smile that I got from Red sent my heart soaring.

“Yes Chucky, please pour a small one for Peter. I still have some work for him to do and don’t want him too inebriated so he can perform properly.”

Pam patted Chuck’s knee “see babe, that is not so difficult. Peter hardly knows us but he was not too embarrassed to do the right thing. Remember always that I love you and that I would never put you into a situation knowing that it could hurt your precious self-esteem when we are among people who do not know or understand our lifestyle. Last night was a family affair and you can trust every one there not to blabber about the fact that you are MY “slave”. We all care for you and are happy that you are willing to submit to my will.”

“Chucky, I love you for that with all my heart. Like Mom and Aunt Marion keep telling you, it’s the greatest gift a man can offer to a Woman. Peter here understands that and is willing to submit to Red even though he got once burned by his ex who decided to *** the cardinal rule of a Domme/sub relationship by not respecting the safe word and thereby losing Peter’s trust.”

“You could have saved yourself that beating darling if you had at one time or the other called it. Me and you would have gone someplace private and talked about your issues. I probably would have still made you ask in some form like you did when it came to refills. I would not have embarrassed you by denying you that first take.”

“Ladies, Chuck if I may, from one subbie to the other, I don’t really know you and I have no idea how deep your need of being dominated goes but what I see here concerns me. There could be a failure in communication. That is a very bad in any relationship but communication is even more critical in a Domme/sub one. You have to trust Pam to look out for you. It is clear that she loves you. So her first priority will always be to make sure you are safe from both serious physical as well as mental harm. The only way she can do that is if you are totally honest with her about your concerns and fears as well as your need to submit . It’s hard I know. I have sometimes trouble formulating what I feel or would like to feel.”

“Part of the issue with my ex was created exactly by that. A failure to communicate. I had one understanding and she had a different one and it created a problem which got worse through some other things she did. But it all began because we did not talk about our expectations.”

“I know that I will have some very rough times ahead of me. Red will hurt me, probably like I’ve never been hurt before. Am I afraid? You bet your sore ass I am but I trust her totally that there will be no permanent damage, no need for medical attention. In the end, I hope that this experience will form such a strong bond between us allowing us to grow old together as soul mates, lovers and yes Domme and subbie.”

“Chuck – handing him my card – here are my office and cell phone numbers. Please do not hesitate to call me if you have any concerns or questions. I’ve been in the life style for over ten years always as a sub. I’m sure that both Marion and Nicole have offered you to talk to them but it’s not the same. They know how their husbands feel from experience over the years. But it still from the perspective of a Domme, not a subbie. I also can understand your reluctance to talk to Dan or Darrell even though I'm sure they would do anything in their power to help you. But I’m 400 miles away. Consider me a counselor. I promise you that I will never talk to Red about any issue that you raise with me. It’s between you and me and the proverbial fence post. Red will understand that and respect it and not try to pressure me into revealing your concerns. As far as I’m concerned you are now family. Maybe think of me as your older brother.”

“Now looking at Pam – Pam I hope you will give Chuck the “space” to call me. Us subbies sometimes need to stick together and this all pretty new and scary to him. There are many pitfalls in any long term relationship like marriage and there can be times when he has to confide to someone who understands his special situation. You have Red, your Mom and Marion. I’m guessing that sooner or later Chuck will rely on your Dad but right now it is probably easier for him to talk to me. I’m not a relative. If I were in his shoes at this stage, I would also hesitate to talk to your Dad. Why? Because he is YOUR Dad. Pam it will be up you - and I bet your Mom has told you this already many times - to build up Chuck's confidence in himself that he really wants this lifestyle and the needed trust in you that your first priority is his welfare. Note I said welfare, not pleasure or gratification except those gained from submitting to you.”

Both Pam and Red put their hands on my knees and said “Thank you Peter”.

With that we said goodnight and headed up to my room.

As we walking into our room - “toy, strip and get down on your knees but while you do that, let me tell you that I was truly proud of you during our time with Pam and Chucky. You handled that very well.”

Now you’re getting your “reward”. Some serious teasing and a chance to show Me your devotion. Get up on the bed on your back, hands over your head so that I can secure them.”

“But…” “Shush babe, I know you would not move or resist. This is more symbolic. It turns ME on knowing that I have total control over you – not just mentally but also physically.”

With that she snapped some handcuffs on me and secured them behind my head with a rope that miraculously appeared from behind the head board. Then Red stripped down to her panties and bra and climbed up on the bed. As I she got closer, there was no mistaking that her panties were already wet in anticipation of what was going to happen.

Red took off her necklace and unlocked and removed the lock to my CB but when she tried to pull it off, it would not come because my dick was so hard inside. A quick but serious squeeze to my balls fixed that and the CB popped off. I sighed in relief as my dick pointed straight up at the ceiling.

Chuckling “I bet that feels good, doesn’t it toy?”

“Yes Goddess, thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet my darling toy. You might wish that I had left it locked up before I’m done with you.”

With that Red swung herself over my face in the 69 position. Pressing her wet panties into my face she started to alternate between blowing on my dick and lightly kissing it.

“Hmm, I should have made you shower first. Well too late now, I guess I’ll have to “suck it up” if I want to drive you crazy with desire.”

I was trying to reach her pussy with my tongue and got slapped on the balls.

“Hey, I didn’t give you permission to that. Just stay still and breathe. Don’t do anything else till I tell you to.”

Another slap on the balls “got that toy? NO don’t answer that.”

I lost count how many times Red brought me to the brink of cumming, but denied me release in primarily by hurting my balls. All I could do, was quietly whimper into her pussy or moan depending what she was doing at the time. Eventually Red got up and I knew that it was over and there would be no release when I heard her emptying the ice tray.

“Oh my poor little toy – the mean Goddess hinted all the time that tonight would be the night and then…”.

I almost cried out both from frustration and pain as the ice hit my balls and dick and before I could catch my breath, the CB was back on.

Red was smiling as she put the necklace back with key dangling between her luscious breasts.

“No toy, not to night but I promise – remember all these days I never promised, just hinted that I might – that tomorrow night you will get to cum.”

With that she freed my wrists and then laid next to me pulling her face towards hers and lovingly kissed me.


“Come babe, now you get to make love to my – a chance to get some revenge but be careful not to overdue that part. I can always take your belt to your ass.”

“Goddess may I remove…”

“Stop Peter, I like the sound of Goddess and I leave it up to you to use that or Red. The “Domme game” is over for now. I want you to love me. So there is no need to ask for permission.”

So I undid the front clasp of her bra and started to worship and tease those luscious breasts and take special care to really sensitize those nipples. In no time flat they were larger and harder than an eraser on a pencil. As I was “working” I kept seeing flashes of that shiny key to my release. Well there is tomorrow as I moaned in frustration and pain while pleasuring my Goddess’ nipples. I felt a small shudder going through Red’s body.

Mentally patting myself on my back – I’ll be damned she just had an orgasm from just my working on her breasts. “Payback time”.

So, I started to slowly kissing my way down to her pussy. One kiss on those soaked panties before I removed them. Red helping by lifting her butt.

Again, I got so involved in teasing and worshipping her pussy, bringing her within seconds of an explosive orgasm, backing off and starting all over again. I have no idea how often I had done that when Red grabbed my hair rather painfully.

“Damn it Peter get ME off NOW!”

I knew it was time was time to quit my games and get serious or I would have a hard time driving home tomorrow because of my sore ass.

Within a very short time Red grabbed a pillow trying to stifle her cries of pleasure. After catching her breath and with a tear or two in her eyes.

“Babe, you outdid yourself. Thank you. Give me a couple of minutes and do it again. Keep the teasing to a minimum. We need to go to relax. I want to try to get an early start.”

So I did it again. This time I did not drive her off the “Richter Scale” but I’m quite sure that she was very happy.

“Peter, go take a quick shower while I catch my breath. If I go with you, you’ll only get into trouble.”

So I got off the bed and did as I was told. When I got back Red headed for the bathroom and I spotted a folded sheet on the bed. The message was clear and I quickly changed sheets as I waited for Red to complete her shower. I had not heard a hair dryer. I guess she did not want to waste time and must have used a shower cap because her hair was dry when she came back towards the bed where I was waiting for her.

“Peter, get up and come here I want to hug you.”
So we embraced and I started to kiss her lovely face.

“Red, I love you with all my heart and soul. Please don’t ever leave me like this again.”

A big grin on her face “you mean frustrated an horny like tonight?”

I gave her a gentle slap on her rump “no, you know better. That’s not what I mean.”

“I know babe, just teasing you. Say was I too mean? Hinting all that time that tonight would be the night and drive you totally nuts with desire and ultimately lock you back up?”

“No Goddess, that is your right. Did I like it? No, but that is not up to me. I just have to trust you that you will keep your promise tomorrow and in the future to never exceed what I can take in any form of torment you decide on. That is part of why I love you so much. You seem to know when to stop.”

I almost said unlike… but managed to control my mouth.

We kissed and Red pushed me towards the bed.

“Time to go relax. We have lots of time to talk tomorrow on the drive home.”

hi timmy you got me feeling sory for poor time. He has t be going up the walls woth sexual frustration. He has to be deeply in love with Red I SURE HOPE SHE DOES NOT BREAK HIS HART. joe

Timmy:

Another great segment!

Thanks for taking the time to share your tallant with us.
Cuck who loves a creampie.

Timmy

I love the fact that you have taken a kinky dom sub relationship and turned it into a tender romance.

GH

blazer, C41 and GH, thanks for your comments.

GH, there will be some rough spots ahead and Peter will suffer

Thanks Timmy, those last few segments were a very enjoyable read. Haven't had a lot of time to do that lately! Really appreciated the way the characters communicate with each other - not just Peter and Red, but the scene with Chuck and Pam as well. It's uplifting. It would be nice if we could really do that, own who and what we are and not be inhibited by shame or embarrasment, or fears of reprisal of some sort.

The way you do it echoes GH's writing, making us out to be better people than we actually are - though you give us a few more villians to boo and hiss at. You are both hopelessly idealistic romantics - thanks for that!

Timmy,
This remains one of the best, most interesting and edgy stories on the site. I have to say that the extremes are not always appealling to me usually but in your story they are so much a part of the characters I can handle it all better somehow. Good that you can do that I think. I wonder if you are still planning it on the night or have you started the outline for the next few weeks already ?

Timmy,
Been following your store from the start and enjoy each chapter. Love the character buildup and the store line.
A Great Story! Thanks for writing and I'll look forward to each new addition.
jj

Timmy,

another excellent segment! Thank you for continuing..and a nice homage to GH as well!

Timmy:
What a nice compliment to GH and all of his spellbinding stories into the world of cuckoldry.


Hmmm..... is cuckoldry even a word??
Cuck who loves a creampie.

Hi Timmy I am loving the story. I quess I am Becoming ROMANTIC. I hoping Peter has it in him to be able to suff enought at Reds hands to purfie her trouble sole. I was impersed at the honesty that peter dispalyed on the trip home. He bares his sole and hart to red, exposing his vulnerablitiesy hope and desires to Red.
Peter has lot on his plate to take care of in the coming month . I am wounder if Mich will trade side in the war between Peter M and harry ass . Will pater be power to pursue legiaal action against the conspirators . I do not see m as giving up on her desire to subjugate Peter back to her slave.
Timmy I am looking so forward to more of your story . Great job I some time forget that Peter is not real. joe 4-13 7:23est

Timmy, that was great. I really enjoy the way Red and Peter are opening up to each other.
You made my fondness for Peter expand. I mean the time spent with Pam and Chuckie. Peter gets to show his real thoughts with Red, Pam and Chuckie while remaing in a submissive state to Red. I appreciate the way you had Pam and Red give Peter and Chuckie some free time to bond a little. When I see Red doing these types of things I am amazed at the characters you have created.
Keep up the great writing.

Timmy

I love the way this story is developing. You have created a cast of characters that we would all like to get to know and you are taking the time to develop the complex relationships between them that exist in real life.

Also thank you very much for the nice comment about my stories. I am honored.

GH

timmy,

love your story...very good development of all the people involved and I never know what to expect in the next installment...that is the the mark of a good writer......keep us guessing and hardly waiting for you next post...
2 thumbs up.

sallyann

Sally and Storm, Peak, JJ, Subchard, C41, Blazer, Irish and GH

I'm totally blown away by your kind comments. As I go along, this story has taken on a life of it's own, I keep wondering when I am going to "crash and burn".

I never had any intentions to write something like this. The whole thing started out as expanded version of my passion to create captions with a cuck and FemdDomme theme. Well who would that "thnunk" it? So now I'm trapped and have to keep going. More tonight or the latest by tomorrow night in time for the weekend

Thanks for reading and putting up with my rambling. I do have an end in mind but I'm not so sure how to get there.

During dinner Red told me that Michelle had removed all her stuff from the apartment and left a note saying that her keys for the place are in the office with Red’s PA. Red looked a bit sad when she conveyed that news but got over it pretty quick. But I could tell that she in some way dreaded Monday back in the office.

When we got back to our places, Red said

“Toy, go inside and up into the “play room”. Get naked and wait for me on the bed spread eagle like. I’m going to change, get a couple of things and will be over shortly. Leave the front door unlocked.”

I did as I was told and waited. I finally would get to cum. But then I looked at the clock and it was only a quarter to nine. Lots of time for Red to torment me.

“Hello toy, ready for me?

I looked up and there she was. The GODDESS slowly dropping a rain coat revealing herself wearing a PVC shelf bra almost the same color of her hair, her nipples fully engorged spilling over the top. Her bottoms were “boy shorts of the same color that fit her like second skin. I’m sure I would have been able to see a “camel toe” if it hadn’t been for the zippers in strategic positions leaving the option of a frontal or rear opening.

Smiling, she twirled around “you like?”

I didn’t get a chance to answer because I was groaning.

“Oh, my is my toy’s little dick uncomfortable? Should “Auntie Red” make it feel all better?”

“All in due course babe, first things first. Let me secure those hands. Can’t have them free. They could get you into trouble.”

After securing my arms to the sides of the bed with the ropes I had laid out for her.

“Toy, pull up your right foot as close to your thigh as you can.”

She looped a belt over my leg and started to pull my foot even closer into a not very comfortable position before securing the end with Velcro. There was no way that I could bust that open.

“Now the other one toy” and she did the same thing. Next she took the ropes I had at the foot end and used them to spread my legs and feet apart from each other giving her total unrestricted access to my dick and ass. I think the position is called “frog leg” but I’m not sure. All I know is that it is darn uncomfortable.

“OK, toy that should hold you and now the blindfold. You need to suffer a bit. You know I really enjoy the mental aspect of *** – not knowing what is going to happen next. Lift your head a bit. There you go. Let’s test it. See if you have some sight left. If you can find my nipple, you have my permission to suck on it for a bit. I know you can’t resist that offer. So I don’t think that you would cheat and not find it on purpose because you want to see.”

She laughed as I tried very hard to find one of those marvelous nipples, my tongue flicking around like a snake’s hunting for mice.

“OK, I think that you are truly blind but your efforts deserve a treat. Just lick – no sucking.”

I moaned both from frustration that I could not get more and the pain from the CB.

“Time to unlock you babe, but I think I’m going to have trouble again getting it off. Well good thing I brought this and several cold blasts of compressed air hit my balls and dick.”

“OUCH!”

Off came the CB and my dick was standing at full attention, trying to get even harder as Red flicked her tongue all over it.

“Hmm, this is going to be fun but first you need to suffer a bit. But don’t worry, I’ll keep my promise. You will be allowed to cum today.”

The next sensation was a couple of nipple clamps – not very extreme but with enough pressure to let me know they were there.

“I just love to “decorate” my toy. You know, maybe I give you an assignment, you know like home work to make me two “zippers” with 25 clothes pins each. I really got turned on when Cindy told me about that. Yes, I think by Friday I want you to have those ready for me. Get the wooden ones. But not imported ones. I want good ol’ American clothes pins made in Maine. I think you should hand paint them, each set of five in a different color. Yea I like that.”

Shit, now I’m in trouble where am I going to find clothes pins made in Maine.

I guess the thought of those zippers and how much it hurt when Cindy put them on me made my dick lose some of the firmness.

“Hmm, we can’t have that now. I want you good and hard for the rest of the night.”

All it took a couple of licks and some strokes with her hand and the “man” was back at attention. Then I felt the last thing I ever expected. Red was rolling a rubber over my dick.

“Goddess…”

“Shush toy – NOT a word till I give you permission to speak. You say anything without permission and I’ll gag you with your dirty socks.”

“Got that? Just nod”.

There I was, couldn’t see a thing, my legs aching and my dick in a redy “rain coat”. What’s up with that?

I heard something, not sure, but it could be Red putting on latex gloves. Yep, I was right. There was the finger with some lube invading my anus. Stretching it slowly. Damn, I think she’s got two fingers in there pushing and probing. It didn’t really hurt but it was a new sensation. Well not really new but it had been some time since I last had a butt plug back there.

Those fingers kept roaming in my butt and now I felt her other hand slowly stroking my dick, not very firmly but enough to stimulate it. I actually got close to cumming but Red must have sensed it because she backed off letting me settle down.
“Are you in a hurry my darling toy? It’s only 9:30. Lots of time for me to keep my promise. OK, let’s start again.”

Her fingers pulled out and were replaced by thin dildo and suddenly it started to buzz and vibrate. This is something new. It felt weird but not really unpleasant. At the same time the stroking resumed. I started to toss my head around moaning and trying to find some way to increase friction that I could cum.

“Shush, babe remember the sock. NO matter what happens better stay quiet. I’ll explain to you later in a way that even you can understand it”.

Talk about being demeaned by my Goddess.

Suddenly, she let go of my dick but continued the action in my butt. I’ll be damned if I did not feel cum draining out of my dick into that condom without the sensation of an orgasm. It took all the willpower I could muster not to burst out yelling. I was pissed. What is this?

As Red was pulling off the condom…

“Ah, my poor baby is upset. I’m proud of you. You kept quiet. I kind of had hoped I could shove that sock down your mouth. I had it ready” – waving it under my nose.

“Remember when we were driving up and we were talking and how I caught you when you changed your mind about saying something. How I said, that being able to listen is very important for a lawyer? Well babe, the same goes for you. You need to learn to listen very carefully to your Goddess. I promised that you would be allowed to cum. I never, ever talked about an orgasm for you. Did I now?”

All I could do is shake my head. Damn that evil woman. Playing with me like that. But I had to admit that I had jumped to conclusions. I sure have to pay more attention when she talks. Ask for clarification, not just assume or I could wind up in a world of hurt.

“Don’t worry babe, I’ll teach you to pay attention. I want you to be the most perfect slave and toy a Domme can have.”

“Would you like a sip of water?”

I nodded and she went downstairs to get a cup and straw for me.

“OK enough, I don’t want you to pee in the bed. We still have “work” to do”. And with that she went to work on my dick, getting it hard again before putting a new condom over it.

The process repeated four time and I was totally wiped out.

“Well my darling, I think I have just about every drop of cum out of your system. Tomorrow morning we will repeat the process. Now to show you that I’m not a real bitch but a loving and caring Domme I will give you a chance for an orgasm. I’ll untie one of your hands and you have my permission to jerk off. But I must warn you. There is nothing left in the “tank” and it could be painful. So it’s up to you. The thing is, that if you start, you will have to finish. No stopping if it gets too uncomfortable. I’ll be nice and drop lube every so often on your dick. I’ll even let you “nurse” gently on my boobs. So what do say? Frustrated enough to give it a try? You have permission to speak.”

“Thank you Goddess, but maybe I better accept your wisdom and refrain from trying.:

Hesitating a bit “Goddess would you please… no I think I just learned something – would you please release my legs from their current position. They are getting to feel a bit numb and I’m not sure if I can walk at this point. Please.”

Laughing “Peter you’re priceless. You should have used your safe word earlier if they bothered you that much. I’m sorry, I got so wrapped up in tormenting you that I forgot about that. It’s been almost three hours and I should have released them after an hour or so. I’m sorry.”

“Before you say it, I know, but when I’m wrong I will apologize even to a lowly slave.”

“Now what were you going to say earlier before you changed and said what you said? It’s OK, there is no harm in telling me now. I’m glad that you were paying attention and learned something tonight. While your “little brain” is completely out of commission, the one in your head does seem to work”

“Goddess, I was going to say ‘would you please consider releasing my legs’. I realized just in time that it would have left the door wide open for you to do nothing and leave me in that position. You could have considered it as per my request and decided that there was no reamister. Of course, if I had made that mistake and I believe you would have done exactly what I just said to teach me another lesmister, then I would have used my safe word.”

By that time Red had one of legs free and I stretched it very carefully to its full extension.

Chuckling “yes babe, I would have done exactly that. Except that there would have been no need for you to use the safe word because saying what you could have said would have made me realize that you’ve been too long in this position and I would have just explained your mistake and released you anyway.”

Red gave me some time to get my legs working again before saying.

“Darn, I wanted you in that position for the butt plug. Oh well, turn over and put your ass up into the air. Time for the small one to go in. There should be lots of lube inside of you so I’ll just put a bit on the plug.”

Without any further ado Red jammed that plug up my ass.

“There, I want you to keep that in till Monday night when we change it the next size. You’ll keep that till Wednesday night then the “Big Daddy” goes up your cute butt.”
“Can you stand? Try it. I’ll help you if you want me to.”

I stood up but for a moment Red had to steady me.

“Here let’s take off your blindfold and the nipple clamps.”

“Ouch” and another “Ouch” It really hurts when the red rushes back into those nipples.

“Come Peter let’s go take a shower and then you can service your Goddess with that talented tongue. Get your revenge by driving me the point where another orgasm would just about ******* me.”

That was OK with me but I started to wonder why red had not locked my dick back up. Did she have some more torment in mind?

Damn that woman must be a mind reader.

“I bet you’re wondering why I haven’t locked your cock back up. It’s on “parole”. Control it and keep it from getting hard and it will stay out of “jail” for the time being.”

So how am supposed to do that when the two of us are in the shower together unless she thinks that I’m totally “dead” down there at least for quite a while.

As it turned out, I was kind of “dead” down there. My dick went into the “quarter high” position while washing Red pussy and butt – making sure it all got really clean. I got some minor twitches when I paid attention to the delectable boobs and almost reach “half mast” when Red returned the favor and was washing my balls and dick.

“Whoa big boy – no higher or you get locked up.” And this while making every effort to coax more of a rise out of my dick.

“You don’t love me anymore. Can’t even get hard when I kiss your dick. What’s up with that Peter?”

“Goddess have mercy. It looks like you “broke” it.”

We both laughed and got out of the shower.

“Hey Peter do you the makings of Sake Martini? I need a night cap.” As she strolled butt naked with exaggerated gyrations of her cute butt.

“I sure do Goddess, may I have one too?”

“Peter, stop it, play time is over for now. Fix the takes and sit with me in front of the fire” which had popped on with the click of a remote.

So I fixed the takes and it take not very long and we were tongue wrestling in front of the fire. Life is good. Of course all this time every so often Red would check the status of my dick, taking longer and longer with her soft hands.

“Not fair.” “What do you mean not fair? This cock belongs to me and I do anything I want with it.”

“Yes Goddess”. “Shut up and kiss me”.

Take your time my friend....... You're doing just fine with the path that your kinky mind has taken you.
Cuck who loves a creampie.

Timmy Timmy My hat is off to you on this segment. It brought back a memory of when I considered my self a young stud. (Ii was in the Marines during the Viet Nan era ) I was lucky enough to be in the Philippines for a while. I had hooked up with a good looking local prostitute for 7 days. when she was done with me I it hurt just to walk. My balls had been drained so much I had nothing left. for 4 days we stayed mostly in bed and she fucked me dry. I remember cuming 8 times the fist day . When she was done with me. I still could get it up but my balls hurt . I should say sore rather than hurt. SHE WAS THE BEST FUCK I EVER HAD. Thanks you for bringing back that memory. I am really enjoying your story. I sometimes forget that Peter and Red are not real Good luck with the story. joe 4-15/07:47

Great work, timmy. Very arousing. Looking forward to more. Thanks, priss

Timmy

Nice work. I'm enjoying the developing relationship between Red and Peter.

Thanks

GH

C41, prissy and GH thanks for your kind comments.

Blazer, I know what you mean. When I wrote that, I was thinking of a girl with long black hair and boobs to die for. I had picked her up shortly after the Throughway exit on my way to original Woodstock. We didn't care about the rain and all the other cuckolds brownie going on. I had a dry tent just elevated enough so the floor stayed dry. I was whipped after I dropped her off in Brooklyn when it all was over. Getting a BJ on BQE was quite an experience. Good thing it was late at night and not too many trucks on the road.

After another tongue wrestling match I decided to take the action “south” and very slow and deliberate delivered an earth shattering orgasm to my Goddess.

After catching her breath – “That was nice Peter, let’s go to bed. This rug in front of the fire is nice but your bed is way nicer. Well the end result was that when Red needed to go the bathroom, I needed to steady her because her legs were like jelly after all the orgasms I provided.

It was after ten the next morning before both of us woke up. I got up, brushed my teeth and started coffee and brought Red a glass of OJ.

“What does my Goddess desire for her breakfast?”

“How about some scramred eggs with bacon and some toast? Maybe a yogurt if you got any.”

“Coming up Goddess, you stay here and your lowly slave will serve you breakfast in bed.”

“No Peter, it’s a nice thought but I want to sit with you while we have breakfast together. Don’t worry, there will be times when I will have you serve Me in bed, like when I have a lover staying over.”

Chuckling “don’t just stand there and stare at me. You are MY slave and if that’s what I want you to do, you obey or suffer the consequences. Now get your butt into the kitchen and start our breakfast.”

A few minutes later Red walked into the kitchen wearing one of my tee shirts that stopped just short above her fiery red landing strip.

When I turned towards her she almost jumped into my arms and laid a kiss on my.

“Peter, I just love messing with your mind. You really looked stunned when I told you what I was going to do. One day I will do it but not before you and I are comfortable with the idea and have worked out all the ground rules. I care for you and I’m not going to push you into a situation like M did.”

We had our second cup of coffee Red ask,

“So what is your agenda today?”

“Well I would love to go for a run, haven’t done much that the last week.”

“How about if we go and walk, I don’t run but I walk pretty fast and figure on going for an hour. If you still feel the need to run after that, be my guest.”

So we put the dirty dishes away and headed for the park. I have to say, I was impressed with the pace that Red set and when we got back I was ready for a shower and not really inclined to head out again.

“Peter, is it OK if I move in with you for the next few days? I want to get some painters into my place to paint the room Mich used and I think my room needs a makeover too.”

“Of course you can, why don’t we stop at your place and you pack a bag with enough for the week and then we can take a shower and have some lunch.”

Well we did the shower thing but only after Red drained my balls a few more times before locking me up in the CB. Again, she collected my sperm and this time I saw that she put the tied off condoms into a Tupper Ware container that she had in the freezer.

“OK, I have to ask, what is this all about?”

With a big twinkle in her eyes “Peter I’m collecting your sperm just in case the therapy session doesn’t work out and I decide to give Mom her grandyoung.”

I was quite sure that putting it into the home freezer was going to work but I just smiled. I’m sure there is some other ulterior motive behind the milking and would find out in due course.

Well time will tell. We showered together and had a light lunch.

“Red, I guess I better go and do some shopping for groceries and then there is that impossible task you handed me last night.

Red looked puzzled.

“Clothes pins form Maine”

Red laughed “Peter, if you find them great. But if you don’t succeed, it will be OK. Just make sure that the pins have a nice strong spring. I’m going into the office. Maybe get a head start on the mess awaiting me there. Come find me there if I’m not back here when you get back from the stores.”

My first stop was a craft store, after all I needed some paints and luck would have it that they even had clothes pins. Unfortunately I felt that my Goddess would not be satisfied with the strength of the springs.

Next I went to the supermarket for all the groceries. But again no luck with the clothes pins. Same thing, a very weak springs. As I was loading stuff into the car, I looked around there was a regular small hardware store in the other section of the shopping center. Hmm, that might work. So I walked over there and sure enough in a corner covered with dust was a bag with 50 clothes pins made in West Paris, Maine.

That triggered a memory that had been bothering me for some time, ever since Red started talking about the clothes pins and now it came to me. Once I was sitting next to a guy on an airplane and we wound up talking. Turned out that he was selling all kinds of steel wire made in Brazil, China and Germany. He told me that he had a customer up in Maine making clothes pins who bought two truckloads of wire every month from him for the springs. Considering the small amount of wire in one pin, that was a whole lot of clothes pins. I wondered about the use. After all most folks had dryers these days. The guy mentioned that the people in Maine thought that half of their pins would go into craft projects. They had in their conference room a big display case with stuff people had made from their pins and sent them up there.

Well time to get home.

When I got there Red was not back, so I put all the stuff away and prominently displayed my “treasure” after cleaning the dust off the bag on the counter together with my selection of paints. Then I headed next door to the office to see what Red was up to.

“Hey you’re back. Peter, I have a bigger mess here than I ever imagined. I need more time here. What did you have in mind for dinner?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Hadn’t really thought about that.”

I’ve got an idea, why don’t you back home. I’ll come over just before seven and we go to Sixth Street. We can have a burger and beer and I haven’t seen that gang for a long time. Maybe Cindy will be there.”

Then with a really evil grin “Maybe I’ll advance the schedule for the next size butt plug to tonight and have Cindy help me milk you and put it in. She was kind of bummed out that I would not let her stick her strap-on up your ass. I told her that your ass was mine – at least till the therapy session. After that all bets are off and just might let her…”

I decided that better get out of there before Red had any more inspirations.

I went back to my place started to paint the redy clothes pins. I made sure that packaging remained on the counter for Red to see.

About a quarter to seven Red walked in ready to go to dinner and spotted my painting project.

“Peter, I love it. You’re a good boy.” Picking up the wrapping, “Wow, you actually found clothes pins made in Maine.”

Yeah pure luck and I told her about spotting the little hardware store near the super market.

Testing the spring on one of them “Nice, I like them. There is nothing like quality US made products. I think I’m going to test them out on your nipples later on tonight.”

Putting things back. “OK toy, let’s go, your Goddess is hungry.”

At the Sixth Street, I asked Red “Bar or table Goddess” saying the last word just loud enough for her to hear.

She gave me a quick smile and said “let’s sit at the bar and have our dinner. We’ll wait and see who shows up.”

So we both ordered burgers and beers, a Guinness for Red and Yuengling for me. We were almost done eating when Cindy came gabbing Red, hugging and kissing her before looking a briefly at me “hi toy”.

From that point on, it was like I was not there. Red got up looking at me “you know what we like, bring it over to the table in the corner and leave us alone. Make sure you keep your eyes on us, we may want a refill or two.”

So there I sat at the bar watching their animated conversation feeling pangs of jealousy as Cindy stroked Reds hand. I almost gasped when Cindy looking at me stuck her tongue out at me sending a clear message that at this point I did not matter.

I noticed that Cindy’s glass was empty so I decided to make a “pre-emptive strike” and ordered another round for them.

“As I approached their table “I don’t recall ordering any toy. Take it back.”

Red turned towards me “Yes take it back and from now on you will sit there and take water. Clear?”

I just nodded and turned back towards the bar but my offense was not at its end.

“Toy, your Goddess gave you an order and asked if you understood and you dare to just nod and turn your back to her.”

Cindy had increased her volume and other people in the place started to notice.

“Sorry Goddess, Ms Cindy. Please forgive me. Yes I understand, only water.”

“We didn’t hear you quite, speak up toy.”

I wanted to sink into the ground our just by a miracle become invisible.

“It’s OK, toy just go back to the bar but Ms Cindy is right. You should not have turned your back towards me. So walk backwards towards your place. Keep your eyes on me.”

CAUTION! The next segments are mostly hard core BDSM. So reader beware.

There was some snickering from some of the other patrons as I carefully tried to back up to the bar without tripping or spilling any of the wine. Some clown tried to be funny by sticking his leg out but his girl slapped his leg just in time, making me aware of the obstacle, making it possible to avoid it. I briefly looked at her and she gave me a smile and wink.

I had never seen her before, but I got the feeling that she had at least an idea of what was going on if not actually being a part of the whole thing.

Of course as soon as I got back to the bar and put the tray down, Cindy pointed at it and then crooked her finger signaling that I was to bring them their takes.

As I got there “Toy, fetch your water and sit with us.”

As I set down, “Toy, I was just telling Ms Cindy how good a job you are doing making me a couple of “zippers”. She really likes the idea of the colored pins so when we go home we are going to stop at her place, pick up her two so that you can paint them too. But we want different colors for hers so that we can tell them apart. I guess on way home from work you better stop at the craft store and get some more paint.”

“Toy, just so you know, I hate pink unless it is the color of the panties worn by a slave. So no pink.”
By 9:30 it was clear that no one from the rest of the Sunday night gang was going to show.

“I guess we better get home. Tomorrow is a work day and I still have a job to do on my toy.”

“What is that Red?”

Oh, I have to change out his butt plug to the next size and drain his balls. I mean the poor guy spent months without relief. I thought it would only be right that I made up for that by draining his balls several times a day. Last night he was “bone dry” and the same this morning. So when we get home, I’ll do it again.”

Cindy looked at Red sort of questioning, “Oh no Cindy, I said draining his balls, that means milking. Not an orgasm. My toy hasn’t earned that right yet. Maybe after the therapy session.”

Laughing, “I love it. Can I watch?”

“Sure darling, come let’s get out of here. We’ll go to toy’s place first and do our thing. He can walk you home and at that time pick up the ‘zippers’.”

As we walked out the girl that saved me from tripping gave me a quick thumbs up.

That left me wondering how much she knew about us.

We stepped outside the bar “Toy follow us about fifty feet behind. That should be far enough back so that you can’t overhear your superior’s conversation.”

I was stunned, especially since Red raised no objections to those instructions. What is going on here? Cindy is treating me like dirt and Red is going along with it and at times adds to my offense. This is all new. Till now Red has never dominated me openly in public. In some way it was thrilling but I was puzzled. This was so contrary to the Red I knew until tonight.

We were about halfway home when Red turned back,

“toy run ahead, strip and prepare the bed upstairs. There are wrist and ankle cuffs in the drawer with the plugs. Put those on, pour us two glasses of wine and wait for us on your knees in the bathroom with the hood from last night over your head. On the tiles, no cushy rug for a slave. Like last night leave the door unlocked.”

As I walked quickly past them, “your Goddess said run”.

Kneeling on the hard tiles in the upstairs bathroom, I heard them come in laughing.

“Looks like your little slave is finally getting it. Time for his punishment. Toy bend over the edge of the tub, ass up into the air.”

Because of the blindfold, it took me longer than they thought it should take to get into position and I felt a cane cutting across my ass.

“Faster, we don’t have all night.”

As soon as I got into position, “you are getting five from each of us. Goddess’ on the right and mine on the left. Count each and thank us properly. Get mixed up and we start all over again”.

On the right “one, thank you Goddess”.

On the left, “one, thank you Ms Cindy”.

The third set came so close together that I mixed them up.

“Told you he’s stupid, can’t even keep two sets of one to five in his head. I really don’t know why you even bother with him. Dump him and I’ll find you slave that has brains and knows how to obey.”

So they started all over again and I knew that I would still have a sore ass in the morning.

“Well, maybe he’s constipated and that’s why he can’t think right. We know his brain is in his ass. So maybe we should try cleaning him up. See if that helps before I kick his ass to the curb. He’s really good at ass and pussy worship and would hate having to break in a new slave.”

Oh cuckolds brownie, the dreaded enema. Sure enough one of them pulled my butt plug out, squired some lube up my ass and the nozzle of the enema bag followed quickly and roughly, not slow and gentle as Red had done in the past. It hurt a bit which meant that it was larger than the butt plug I had had up my ass since my morning shower.

“Come darling, my toy has poured us some excellent wine for us to take while the solution does its job.”

I heard them walk out and settle on the bed, clinking glasses. One thing, when you take a sense away, they others seem to compensate and could swear that I heard them kissing on that bed. The pain from the enema started to really set in and the fact that I was still bent over the rim of the tub seemed to magnify it.

Eventually one of them came back, guided me towards the toilet and into position.

“Wait till I turn on the exhaust fan and close the door before you remove the nozzle. Clean yourself up – cold water only and come crawling into the bedroom. Don’t take too long or we will have to test your “brain with another set of “fives”.

As I crawled out of the bathroom I bumped into a set of legs.

“Kiss my feet and thank me properly for being a loving and caring Mistress, putting you through the ordeal of one enema only once instead of the usual set of three.

So there I was slobbering kisses all over Red’s feet thanking her profusely for her generosity and mercy.

“OK, enough up on the bed on your back, arms and legs spread out.”

Very efficient team work secured my hands on either side of the head board.

“OK, let’s see how good those clothes pins are. I’m thinking four around each nipple and one in the center. What do you think Cindy?”

“Works for me”.

There I was “decorated’ with five clothes pins on and around each nipple. I don’t know what Red thought, but me and my nipples knew that there was first class American quality at work.

“OK, up with the legs”. They grabbed on each and tied the foot to my wrist leaving my ass and balls fully exposed. It was not very comfortable but less painful then the “frog leg” from yesterday.
My CB came off and some rough manipulation by hand got my dick hard enough so Red could put a condom on it. What happened to the love she showed me last night or this morning when she did the same thing?

I was getting concerned and confused. Maybe I get a chance to talk to her. Ask some questions. I started to open my mouth and there was the dirty sock deep down inside my mouth.

“I warned you about that yesterday. Got a short memory toy?”

This was getting worse by the minute. What did I get myself into here?

Some more lube followed by the vibrator and the torment of my prostate began. It didn’t take the two of them very long and my sperm was leaking into the condom without providing any form of pleasure for me.

“Let’s give a short break before we do it again. Some more wine?”

The process was repeated a couple of more times when it became clear to them that I was drained.

“OK, enough for tonight.”

This was followed by rather roughly shoving the new larger butt plug up my ass with a minimum of lube. They release my bonds and pulled the clothes pins off. After removing the blindfold I looked at my chest and it was clear that the clothes pins had left some marks around my nipples very similar to the ones I had seen after the “zipper” at Cindy’s before the holiday.

“Get dressed, make sure you wear your running shoes. You are walking Ms Cindy home but you better run back here. If you are not out of breath by the time you get here, I can assure you that you will be from yelling when I cane your sorry ass.”

We had stepped just outside my door when Cindy said,

“toy on my left side, three steps behind me at all time. Let’s go I’m tired and want to go to bed.”

We walked about a block when I got enough nerve up and said “starboard”.

Cindy was clearly annoyed but accepted her responsibility of honoring my safe word,

“What is it toy?”

“Ms Cindy, what is going on? Red has never been this callous and mean to me. Right now she’s worse than M has ever been and I’m confused and worried.”

“I guess you deserve a bit of an explanation. Red actually had anticipated your confusion. That’s why we set this up so you and I could talk for a bit. Peter, she’s getting into the “therapy thing”. She needs to detach herself completely from her love for you. She will treat you worse than dirt till the final session takes place. No one of knows what will happen after that. So, please for Her and your sake, please be patient. Hang in there. Try your best to obey. She will find fault with you and you can expect almost daily beatings. Not severe enough to cause injury and most days you should be able to sit without too much discomfort by morning.”

“Ms Cindy, there is one more thing I need to talk to you about. I need a place to stay by Christmas. I like to stay in the area and I was hoping you had some place for me to either rent or buy.”

“Peter, I’m not going to help you right now. I suggest that you wait. You may not want to live in the area after Red is done with you and the things don’t work out between the two of you. I do have a place but it is too early. I want you to let the thing with Red play out. If push comes to shove and the two of you split, you can bunk with me till you figure out what you want to do. I hope and don’t think it will come to that. So for now put it out of your mind and totally try to concentrate on pleasing your Goddess. Your and her future depends on it.”

“That’s all you need to know. Now get back into position and like Red said you better run as fast as you can back to her after I hand you my “zippers”.

We walked the rest of the way and Cindy actually made me kneel in front of her door while going inside and getting the “zippers” so that I could paint them for her. Luckily no one war around that late on a Sunday night.

Handing me the “zippers”, “remember NO pink. Now run along and please your Goddess.”

I ran as fast as could and actually had to slow down for a block. I’m not a sprinter.
When I got home Red called out to me, “in the bedroom”.

I guess she was satisfied with my heavy breathing and made no comments about it.

“While I’m staying here, you will relax upstairs. The less I see of you the better I like it. There is a list of rules on the counter. Read and memorize them. I want you out of the house by seven in the morning – my normal time of getting up during the week and a fresh pot of coffee waiting for me. The rest you can read for yourself. Now grab what clothes you need for the morning and get out of here.”

I kind of shook my head as I walked out “I saw that, you’ve had enough for tonight but you just earned yourself “five” for tomorrow.”

Haven't read the section that you posted the warning for yet, but sure did enjoy the 2 before it! I'm loving the relationship between Timmy and Red - hope she doesn't screw it up. The public offense scene in the bar was fun too, although I don't usually need any help embarrassing myself in public places! One of my best was when I had lost a lot of weight, going from 215 down to 190, my best fighting weight, (I'm about 6'3") most of it by losing my belly. I was out for a beer with a couple of friends, one of whom commented on how much weight I'd lost and that I had no pot anymore. I said "Yeah, and the best thing is, it makes my dick look bigger" - you guessed it, the waitress was leaning over my shoulder to see if I wanted another beer. She thought it was hysterical - I blushed big time, which I tried to hide by helping my friends up off the floor. Good times! They still tease me about it - but then, it's only been 20 years.

I'll be interested in reading that next segment, which I plan to do tomorrow. Heavy hardcore BDSM is not usually my thing, but you've done such a great job making the rest of the story fascinating that I have complete faith in you! Oh, and liked the "Buy American" vote too, I'm with you on that!
Thanks for the story Timmy, it's a good'un!

LOL Storm, thanks for sharing that little tidbit of your permisteral history. Here is another segment involving some BDSM tht Peter has to suffer through.

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I gently closed the door to what used to be my bedroom and looked at the sheet on the kitchen counter.
Rules for toy

You will refrain from being on the main floor at all times unless chores require you to be there.

You are responsible for my dinners. I will send you a text if I don’t want any for whatever reamister.

Text me, if work like dinner with a customer will prevent you to cook for ME.

I expect you to change my sheets tomorrow night and every second day after that till I move back into my place. I will take care of my own permisteral laundry.

Unless prevented by a work related dinner, you will be naked on your knees waiting for me in the upstairs bathroom precisely at nine PM. If you have to wait longer than a half hour, you are permitted at that point to sit. You will return to the kneeling position as soon as you hear me on the steps.

You will NOT speak to me at any time unless I give you permission. Failure will result in you having the dirty sock in your mouth all night long.

You will make the utmost effort NOT to occupy the same “space” as I unless your chores require it or I see to your milking and butt plugs.

Failure to obey any of these rules or delays in obeying verbal orders will result in a minimum of five strokes with the cane or paddle. Maximum punishment for the day will be twenty strokes. Anything over that will be carried over to the next day.

Looking at these, I could tell that I was in a world of trouble. It was a good thing that I had a chance to talk to Cindy or I most likely would have ended our relationship after a couple more days of this kind of treatment. I’m a subbie but not on a 24/7 basis like this was shaping up to be. So I was really confused. Did I want this “new” Red? Should I run as fast as I could? Just didn’t know.

Well, I made some promises and I’m going to keep them. See how things shake out after my ordeal that is still going to come. I almost started to look forward to the weekend in the hope that Red would be ready for her “therapy” so that this nightmare could end.

I took the rule sheet with me and went to bed. I had a very troured relax as I kept waking up thinking about the evenings events, the rules and what was to come. For the first time for a very long time, the alarm was waking me at five AM. Usually I would wake up on my own just a few minutes before that time. I got up, dressed for a run and went out into the cold night air. It felt good. I tried to shut my mind to the things going on and to just concentrate on breathing. It didn’t work to well.

Forty five minutes later I was back home and under the shower. I was going to make darn sure that I was out of the house before seven. After a quick breakfast, I started a fresh pot of coffee, timed it so that it would be done by seven.

Five minutes to seven I was in my car and on the way to the office keeping my fingers crossed that no major crisis would hit us.

Other than the dayshift that starts at seven, no one was in the office when I got there. On my desk were the production records for the short Thanksgiving week. They looked good. To me it looked like that we had repaired all the rejected units returned to us and were ready to ship them tomorrow. I made a note to myself to call my contact in the Army procurement office as well as the guy out at the assembly plant to let them know about it.

It was time to take a walk through the production area and was happy to see that every one there seemed to be upbeat and happy. Every piece of equipment was running. On the way I stopped at Karl’s office and we chatted a bit. He told me that he wanted to keep the part time guy who had made all the repairs for ten hours a week to take care of any back log in QC or repairs of problems found by them.

“Karl, I have no problem with that. I’m thinking that is money well spent if we can make full shipments and on time every two weeks. Keep him as long as there is something to do for him and he wants to stay.”

By the time I got back to my office everyone was there and my work day really began. One thing that I now had to take care of was the financial end since Ted was back with Greg till after New Year.

I had an e-mail from Sue, asking me for a reference for some company in the Seattle area. I thought about it for a while and then sent something pretty “boiler plate”. Let them draw their own conclusions. She did a good job for me when she was working for M and me but certainly had been stupid in her permisteral choices. Heck who was it to throw stones from the glass house. I was really not much better looking at my current situation.

So went a routine workday and just before leaving the office, I got a text from Red “no dinner 9PM”

Well that eliminated one worry. I decided to go the diner and have dinner there instead of going home and cooking for one.

When I got home, I took a shower and just put on a robe, rather than get dressed again. Changed the linens on Red’s bed and put new towels in the master bath. Then I grabbed my paints, the clothes pins some news papers together with a small folding table and took all of it upstairs. There I went to work.

Red hadn’t gotten home by nine when I took off my robe and positioned myself in the bathroom. I had moved the clock radio to a position where I could see it kneeling on the floor. I wasn’t going miss the chance to sit if Red wasn’t there by 9:30.

I heard her come into the apartment and just knelt there pretty tense because I had no idea what I was in for. Another dreaded enema? I knew I would get at least five strokes with the cane or paddle but beyond that?

Not really in the mood, I still had to smile as I heard Red’s high heels on the hardwood floor outside the room at 9:29. So I straightened my back and lifted my head so that I could look straight into Red’s eyes as she had told me to do in the past.

She looked stunning in a black lace bra, garter belt, stockings, four inch heels and a thong sheer enough to see that tiny patch of red hair. What got to me and scared me was the way she was tapping her left hand with the cane in her right.

“Eyes to the floor. Never higher than My knees. You are just a miserable worthless slave who doesn’t deserve to look at ME. I will partially overlook your breach of etiquette because of what I had told you in the past. You should have sensed your change of status and acted accordingly. So I’m adding three stokes to the five you’ve already earned. Punishment will follow your milking. It is always more effective after your useless balls have been drained.”

There went my hope for maybe a chance of something better than just suffering. My hopes had gone up because of the way Red looked but I guess there was no reprieve. Of course, her changing the rules without telling me was another blow. I realized that I was in a catch 22 situation. Had I looked at the floor instead of her, I would have been punished because I didn’t do what I had been told in the past.

“Crawl over to the bed and get up on it.”

Not bothering with tying me up “lift your legs and grab your ankles. Stay in position if you know what is good for you.”

“OUCH” I think Red made sure that it hurt when she removed the butt plug.

“What did I tell you about talking. Open your trap so that I can shove a dirty sock in there to keep you quiet.”

Using one of the scarves from our first bondage session up there, Red made sure that I could not spit out the sock. I really started to hate this.

Red tried to get me hard, but I guess all that new stuff really was detrimental to my arousal. That pissed her off and she slapped my balls a few times pretty hard.

This was followed by some lube up my ass and the vibrator. The simultaneous stimulation of my prostate and Red’s hand jerking me off got me hard enough so that she was able to slip a condom over my dick. It did not take very long and my cum was dripping from my semi hard dick into the tip of the condom.

Red took it off and put a knot into the open end just like before.

“Turn around and ass up in the air. Time for your punishment.”
“Five from yesterday, three for looking at ME without permission and (a long pause and deep breath) ten for unauthorized talking. I’ll be merciful and split it. Half with the paddle and the rest with the cane.”

Damn that woman, there I was within two strokes of the maximum punishment Red had set.

“Oh, should you drop out of position during punishment, I will add six more.”

“Head down on the top of the bed facing away from me. I don’t want you to look at me but I can’t be bothered with the blindfold right now.”

So I got myself into position and at no time flat the blows were raining down my ass. First the paddle and then the cane. Those really hurt after the paddling. By the time Red was done, she was breathing heavily, but then I thought that I detected a bit of sniffling, almost a sobbing. But it was very quiet and I could be mistaken. Maybe Red really wasn’t the bitch she appeared to be?

I was quickly disillusioned. After the beating ended, I sort of collapsed on the bed.

A stroke with the cane seared my ass. It was harder than any of the earlier one.

“I did NOT give you permission to move. Get back up. Two more now to get you up to twenty and four to carry over to tomorrow and don’t move till I tell you to. Still have put the butt plug back.”

So I suffered through two more strikes. I wasn’t going to tell her that she now had exceeded her own limit by one even if I didn’t have that sock in my mouth.

“I’m disappointed in you. Maybe I should have given you another enema tonight. Your “brain” still seems to be constipated or you would not have made such a stupid mistake.”

The butt plug went back in without any undue stress or pain. I think there was more lube on it than last night.

“OK you can lay down but face away from me. Tomorrow you will cook and serve a dinner for Ms Cindy and me. I want it plated, the wine poured and ready to eat when we walk in at seven thirty. You are not be seen or heard. I leave the menu up to you. Better make it good. For the rest of the evening, you know the rules. You can clean up the kitchen after we have left or I’ve gone to bed. Not sure yet what I’ll do after I see to your punishment.”

I heard her walking towards the door and just before she closed it, “you can remove the sock when you go to relax. I don’t want you to accidentally *** during the night. There is some cream for your ass on top of the dresser, you may want to use it.”

The day at the office was uneventful and I left an hour early to buy the supplies for tonight’s dinner and to get it started. I decided on lemon ginger chicken breasts, baked potatoes, roasted asparagus and a salad.

I had everything ready by 7:28 and I took my dinner upstairs to eat. At first I was going to have a glass of wine, but decided against it and just took some water to take.

I heard the two ladies coming into the apartment and eventually sit down to dinner. I sure hoped that they were happy with my efforts.

“Slave, we are going out for a while, catch some air. Come down when we’re gone and clean up.”