REFLECTIONS - looking back to how it all got started - story by timmy

Peak and GH thank you for your kind words. This was a difficult chapter to write. Originally I had a different scenario in mind for this. Some how my brain directed my fingers into a different direction. GH, I think you know what I'm talking about.

The ride to the hotel and club was very quiet. Both of us deep in thought. I was glad that I decided to wear the panties and even put a liner into them because my pussy was getting really wet from anticipation of having a strange cock.

We checked in, got two sets of keys to both rooms and went up stairs.

“Babe, please unpack my bag. Hang my stuff, then take your case to the other room and open up the connecting door.”

He had put all the key cards on a small table by the entry. I quickly snagged one for his room, and both for my room. I did not want him to have access in spite of what I had told him earlier about him being my security. I was afraid that he might get upset and interrupt the proceedings. I would know when he started to bang on the door and take measures accordingly.

I didn’t foresee any trouble from the guy. One of my friends has come here off and on and hooked up with different guys either in a room or a quick one in the dark recess of the parking lot. I had told her that we were going tonight and she promised to stay away to not further humiliate Terry. He didn’t need to know that I had plotted with her on turning him into a cuck. Her husband is one and delights in it. Maybe one day we’ll bring the two of them together and Jack can fill Terry in of what to expect as we progress down this road.

Oh yes I do have a master plan.

Terry

I was still uneasy about the whole thing and not really sure if I wanted to go through with this. But in the end my love for Clarissa and desire to please her won out.

We were ready to go down to dinner when Clarissa walked up to me and embraced me.

“Babe, are we good? You know that I love you and only you. It’s just this compulsion that I have to try this cuckold thing.”

She chuckled, “we are a fine pair of pervs. I want to be the slut and while you may not really want to be a cuck, you are ready and willing to submit to me and so many other ways.”

“Let’s just remember that nothing is more important than the love we have for each other. So let’s do this.”

She planted a hot kiss on me, did a quick repair job with her lip gloss, not that I saw the need for it but what do I know and we went down to dinner.

At first there was a definite tension between us but over the course of the meal Clarissa managed to put me at ease by little things like stroking my hand, telling me that she loved only me while at the same time heightening my sexual excitement by dropping the shawl so that again I had full view of her magnificent cleavage and then there was that stocking foot that every often rubbed over my locked up dick.

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you Princess, the teasing, knowing that I can’t make a mess in my pants?”

“Yes babe, I’m having a real blast. Thank you again for allowing me to play my game. You’ll get your reward in due time. I’m going to skip desert. Time to go cock hunting. Please don’t forget to bring my shawl up to the room. I’ll expect you shortly to be sitting at the bar with a soda watching your ‘hot wife’ snag the prime bull.”

With that she got up gave me a quick peck on the cheek and disappeared in the direction of the ladies room.

I signed the bill charging it to my room, grabbed the shawl and went upstairs.


All sorts of conflicting emotions crossed my mind like apprehension, jealousy and general concern about where our marriage was going. What I could not deny was the pressure of my dick against that blasted CB. I guess it was a good thing in a way because it prevented the embarrassment of having to walk around with a tent in my groin area or worse a wet spot.

So it was clear to me that on some level I was turned on by the whole thing. That at least for the moment my sexual excitement outweighed the apprehension and general concerns about what is going to happen with us and where this all was going to end.

I steeled myself and went back down stairs and headed for the bar. By the time I got there, the place was jumping but I did find a spot at the end of the bar right next to where the servers picked up their orders. I asked for a diet soda and turned around to watch the action.

Clarissa was dancing – well if one can call it that. I would classify it as being on the border between ‘dirty dancing’ and prelude to a porno flick and the guy she was with loved it.

She must have spotted me because without him realizing it, she had maneuvered him towards the edge of the dance floor closest to me. She wanted me to get the full impact of her action.

Once they got close, it was clear that the guy, maybe eight or ten years older than us and quite distinguished looking, sported a considerable tent.

At the end of the dance, they disappeared from view into the darker area of the club.

I was on my second soda and they still had not come back to the dance floor. I started to wonder if they had gone up to the room without her letting me know. So I decided to ‘cruise’ the place and look for them while heading for the rest room.

I spotted them in a back corner partially hidden by some potted plant. He was munching on her boob and had one hand under her skirt and from Clarissa’s facial expression was doing something nice to her pussy.

As I walked away towards the rest room I noticed a clear reduction of the pressure against my CB. I know that I get turned on watching certain porno flicks but watching my wife with some guy going beyond the flirting and dirty dancing was clearly not a turn on. I’m going to have to make that clear to Clarissa that watching her having sex with some guy was not on my ‘bucket list’.

I was back at my seat by the bar and just about to order another soda when Clarissa walked alone towards me with a kind of ‘the cat that ate the canary’ smile, actually more of a grin on her face.

I turned towards her, she spread my legs and pressed herself against my groin and firmly grabbing my head and planted a kiss, powering my mouth open with her tongue.

In an instant I went from thrill to total shock, almost knocked her over in the process and ran towards the rest room. The bitch had given the guy a blow job and was trying to feed me a ‘snow ball’ right there at the bar.

I got lucky and there was stall open as I lost my most of my dinner right then and there.

Clarissa

I spotted Terry at the bar and maneuvered my dance partner as close as possible, giving Terry the closest thing to an X rated performance that I could do in public without being arrested.

I carefully watched his face. He seemed to be OK, even at one point gave me a quick wink with his eye. Well, it looks like this is going my way.

When the dance ended we headed back to the corner my partner had snagged just before the place got too crowded. I was turned on by the guy, some sort of investment banker who was a bit older than us. He clearly had a take charge attitude the way he took ‘possession’ of my boob and shoved his finger up my pussy. I don’t think he was too concerned about my pleasure and I clearly will have bite marks on my boob.

The flow of moisture increased when I spotted Terry cruising, looking for us. As he drew closer I put that ‘enthralled by sexual bliss’ look on my face and ignored him as he headed toward the rest rooms.

That's when Jack, yes that was his name informed me that he had to go home soon but really wanted a blow job before leaving. He almost dragged me out some back entrance into a dark corner where there was some grass, pushed me down and told me to get busy. To show him that my cock sucking matched my cock teasing. I unzipped him and dug out his hard cock from inside his boxers. It was a nice cock, not any bigger than Terry’s, well maybe a bit thicker. Certainly a cock that I would like to have some place else besides my mouth. I gave him my best ‘Hoover job’. I really did not want to spend too much time out here. That was not really part of the plan. I liked the way he had taken charge, but I really wanted to get fucked by him in the hope that he would display the same attitude in bed.

“To my surprise, he did last quite a bit in spite of my best efforts ‘til he blasted a substantial load down my throat. While I was blowing him a nasty plan germinated in my head and I managed to keep some of his cum in my mouth.

When he came, he almost rudely pushed me away and said,

“Gotta go. That was nice. Maybe we can do this again next week. Do away with the preliminaries like dancing and get to the fucking part. So long dear. Enjoy the rest of the night.”

With that he was gone, no ‘thank you’, nothing and damn if I wasn’t turned on by his attitude.

OK, back to my nasty plan. I straightened out my dress, kind of ran my fingers through my hair and headed back inside to present Terry with his surprise.

Well the surprise was on me when he pushed me almost to the ground and ran off to the rest rooms. I tried to follow him, calling his name but the crowd sort of blocked my way and he was inside before I got there.
I knew I was in trouble when I heard him retching. It had to be him. It was too early for some takes doing it. Shit.

That’s when I realized that I had left my purse, better get it before someone walks off with it. As luck would have it, it was still there. I grabbed it and walked over to the bar, signed for the three sodas Terry had ordered and went back to the rest room area. Everything was quiet. I wonder what he had done.

So I walked out into the lobby, spotted a bell man and asked him if he had seen my man.

“Yes Ma’am, I’ve seen some one like him. He stopped at the Concierge desk and ordered a bottle of single malt and a bucket of ice to be sent up to his room. I think he said 823.”

“Thank you” handing him a couple of bucks, then heading for the elevators.

Terry was fixing to get takes. That didn’t bode too well for me. I really screwed up but why did he react that way? I’m feeding him snow balls all the time and he eats his cum right out my pussy or licks it off my boobs. I don’t get it.

I went to my room and tried the connecting door, it was locked so I found my spare key to his room and went in.

Terry was bent over the sink gargling with scotch that probably cost over a hundred bucks because it came via hotel room service.

“Terry, we need to talk.”

He spit some ***** into the sink and looked me like I was totally out of my mind.

“Get the fuck out of here bitch. Don’t come near me, don’t call me.”

“But Terry…”

“Nothing but Terry, for a bright lady you are sure stupid. How did you think I would react?”

“We’ve done…”

“Yeah we’ve done it before but it was MY cum, not some fuckin’ strangers”.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do just get the hell away from me. Go get laid, I don’t give a cuckolds brownie right now. I just want to be alone.”

He grabbed me not too gently and steered me towards the door, opened it and pushed me out. The last thing I heard was “Bitch” and the security latch clicking. I was not going to be able to get back in there.
I went to my room, threw myself on the bed and started to cry. I had never seen Terry that angry and he certainly never, ever called me a bitch. This was o fucked up.

When I calmed down a bit I tried calling his room – got a recording “the party you are calling does not want to be disturbed”.

So I tried his cell. I knew I had to straighten this out, to apologize. I needed to talk to him. No luck there. My call went straight to voice mail so I left a message.

“Baby I’m soo, soo sorry. I got carried away. I don’t know what came over me. Please believe me. Please call me. Don’t do anything you’ll regret later on. Please.”

I tried calling him every half hour or so without success. Eventually emotionally drained I fell into a fitful relax.

In the morning there was a text on my phone.

“don’t call or look for me. I contact u day or 2”

What did that mean? Now I was worried.

I took a shower, packed my bag, called the limo service and went down to the lobby and had a cup of coffee. There was no way that I could eat a single bite and have it stay down.

No one was home when I got there. We had taken my car last night and it was back in the garage and the “beast” was gone.

I noticed some additional clothes missing from his closet. What was he doing?

When he didn’t get home by two in the afternoon, I called one of his golf buddies.

“Sorry Clarissa, haven’t seen Terry. He called early this morning before I left for the course and told me had a work emergency and could not come to play. Didn’t give any further details. Did you guys have a fight? He did sound a bit strange.”

I just thanked him hung up and tried Terry’s cell again without any luck.

I called the office and one of the security guys answered the phone.

“No Ma’am, the boss isn’t here. Don’t know of any problems. A couple of the guys are here. Do you want me to transfer you to them?”

“No thanks. In case he does show up, please tell him to call home.”

So where was he and what could I do to find him.

Trying the cops was useless because of their 24 hour rule but by five that afternoon I couldn’t stand it any longer. I got lucky. I got a sergeant whom I knew back from high school and I told him that Terry was missing and if he maybe could push things a bit.

He promised to see what he could do and would I drop of a recent picture.

We had some vacation pictures on the computer and printed several of them and brought them over to the station.

There it was on the 10 o’clock news

"Prominent business man Terry Watmister has been reported missing. If you have seen this man please call crime stopper at..."

Then just before the end of the news.

“We have an update on the missing Mr. Watmister. Mr. Watmister called the station and the police informing them and us that he had an emergency that kept him from home. That he was fine and no reamister for any concern.”

No reamister for any concern my ass. I was getting angry. He could call the cops and TV station but he could not call me. Wait ‘til I get my hands on him.

But of course that was the problem. I had no idea where he was. So the next morning, Monday, come 7 AM I was camped in front of his office. Well actually it is our office. I’m a 20 percent share holder and a director and I was ready to throw my weight around in case anyone tried to stop me from coming inside.

I knew there was a back entrance but I don’t think that Terry had come in that way. There is no way I would not have heard the very distinctive rumbling of the “Beast’s” exhaust system.

So when the main doors opened at eight, I went up stairs and ask the receptionist for Terry. She made a phone call and a few minutes later Monique, Terry’s PA came out.

“Good morning Clarissa, what is going on?"

She ushered me into a small conference room off the lobby.

"I saw the TV thing on the news last night and this morning I found an e-mail that Terry would be out of town ‘til Wednesday or Thursday. He did not give any reamisters. Just that his phone would be shut off and would periodically call in to see if any fires had broken out.”

“Did you guys have a fight? This is so unlike him.”

“Monique, yes we had a fight but nothing seriously enough for him to run off like this. He disappeared on Saturday and when he didn’t come home that day or on Sunday, I went to the police. You know the rest.”

“I’m going out of my mind with worry. I know he told the cops and TV station that he was OK and I guess he is but it sure is strange behavior. He’s never been out of touch with the company ever before. It’s like the really old days before cell phones. One had to find a phone booth to check in at the office.”

“Please tell him that I urgently need to talk to him. That I’m begging him to call me.”

“There wasn’t anything else for me to do there so I went to work but my heart wasn’t in it and went home at three with a splitting headache and worries about my marriage.

Tuesday dragged along and no word from Terry.

Wednesday morning I got an e-mail from him and even though it was raining cats and dogs, for me it was the brightest spring day.

Dear Clarissa,

I’m sorry I upset you but you bushwhacked me with that stunt on Friday. I needed this time to calm down and reassess my position in this whole thing. My problem is that I’m way to much in love with you to throw it all away.

I agree, we need to talk. I’ll come home tonight around eight – after dinner and please, please do me a favor and be dressed like you would any other Wednesday night. Do not try to be the seductress. It will most likely turn me off and send me running. Just be yourself but be prepared to answer some hard questions. Maybe it would be best if you first try to explain your behavior on Friday night. I promise that I won’t interrupt you. I’ll listen and save any questions I have ‘til after you are done. Then I’ll try to explain my position and we see what happens. I’m not promising that I’ll stay for the night but I might.

I truly love you and I hope we can find a way out of this mess.

Terry

Timmy

A great twist. This is an excellent story.

Thank you

GH

Timmy,
You are doing well with this. I don't know how much longer you can keep the plate spinning. Honesty must break through the clouds sometime soon. Mustn't it ...

GH and Peak,

thank you for your comments. I know that I'm not in the same league as you GH or Stormy but I keep trying so your support is important to me.

There is was, a chance to set things right. Oh I was not giving up on my master plan but I needed a new strategy.

I was pacing nervously back and forth when the door bell rang. Somehow with all my anxiety and crazy thoughts going through my head, I had missed the growl of the “Beast”.

“Opening the door, silly this is your house. No need to ring the bell. Please come in where do you want to sit?

Somehow, I didn’t think this was the time to snag a hug and a kiss.

“The kitchen table would be fine Clarissa.”

“I’ve made fresh coffee, want some or something different?

“No coffee is just fine. Thank you.”

“You look nice. The Clarissa that I know…”

I was sure he was going to say something else but stopped himself. Maybe it was not too nice.

“Thank you babe.”

I was wearing shorts and a sporty top with one of my regular bras. Something I would wear almost any summer evening after work.

“Here is you coffee babe, black as your soul but hopefully your mind is not quite to black.”

He smiled a bit at that. A good start.

“OK, where to begin. A heartfelt apology. I’m truly, truly sorry that I ambushed you the way I did Friday night. It was cruel and mean and I’ve regretted it from the moment you rightfully pushed me away. Please, please believe me that…”

Oh I don’t know, I guess lost my mind for a better way of putting it.”

“I was so happy when you winked at me while I practically sexually devoured that guy on the dance floor. I had the time of my life and you seemed to be OK.”

“I know you came looking for me and I was so turned on by what Jack was doing and knowing that you saw it. Then when I was ready to take him upstairs, he told that he had to leave and only had time for a blow job. He practically dragged my outside into some corner, powerd me to kneel in the grass and to give him a blow job.”

“His crass behavior was such a turn-on. I don’t think I’ve ever been so aroused. His total disregard for my comfort and feelings – just treating me like a slut which I sure was at that moment caused me to have a small orgasm the moment he blasted his semen into my mouth.”

“I had already made the decision to share the cum with you but in the beginning. I thought about warning you and if you seemed reluctant, I would drop it.”

“The thing is that when he left me there in the grass with his cum leaking out of my mouth I felt degraded and used. The rush that I felt from his dominance was gone. I was really miserable and then I had this really crazy thought – one way to regain my Goddess status was to subject you to a similar act of offense that I had experienced. You were a ready target for my anger. So I decided to ambush you and we both know how that turned out.”

“I can’t say it often enough how sorry I was the moment I got your angry reaction. Then all those hurtful words up in your room. I know I deserved them but you’ve never called me a bitch ever before.”

“I was going out of my mind when I couldn’t reach you. I spent all day Saturday looking for you and finally managed to get Carl, I don’t know if you knew him from high school but I did, to start the missing permister process a bit earlier than required. That’s how come they got it on the 10o’clock news.”

“Babe, I was the happiest permister in the world this morning when I got your e-mail. Please tell me that you can forgive me. Please.”

“Clarissa, to say that I was angry is an understatement. I’ve never been so pissed at any one ever before. But maybe I overreacted with my disappearing acts. I’m sorry for that and also apologize for the language I used Friday night.”

“I think in some way, I can understand what you felt after the guy left you out there. But his begs the question, actually more than one.”

“Are you ready, because of the way you felt after the act, to give up this harebrained scheme of cuckolding me?”

He held up his hand as I took a deep breath ready to answer.

“I’ve got another question. Assuming that we come to an arrangement and keep going the direction you are so set on, will you treat me like cuckolds brownie, even physically use me because you have to reclaim your ‘Goddess status’ every time some ‘macho stud’ does his number on you and you’ve come down from that high?”

“Because if you do, then I don’t think I want to play this ‘game’, at least not with some sort of ground rules and most certainly not every time.”

“No please wait. I’ve got something else to say. I want you to know what it was like for me that evening before it turned into a total disaster.”

“I was so turned on during dinner. I mean there you sat, the most beautiful Lady in the whole wide world with acres of luscious cleavage. I was bursting with pride. She is mine, She loves ME. The way you stroked my hand and looked at me. I felt safe. I thought I can do this. She really loves me and it is just a fad, it will go away eventually. She’ll get bored once she found what she’s looking for.”

See, I thought that you just might experience what you did. That it gave you a high but once it was all over you’d feel used and appreciate more of what we have. You know, when we drift off to relax after making love – no matter if it is the tender stuff or a high energy fucking, you ARE the Goddess and not some trashy slut.”

“But I digress. I was really turned on.” He chuckled “if it hadn’t been for the CB I would have cum in my pants from what you were doing with your foot. I was actually glad I wore that blasted thing because it kept me from being embarrassed walking around with a tent in my front. Interestingly it didn’t seem to bother your dancing partner.”

“Speaking of him was his cock so much bigger than mine. Would it have ruined you for me for couple of days because your pussy would have so stretched out?”

“No silly, it wasn’t any longer than yours, maybe a tad thicker but no way would it have stretched me to the point that I would not have felt your lovely cock.”

“I told you before, it’s never about size – only about attitude of the owner. That doesn’t mean that someday there won’t be a cock much larger. I don’t know. Maybe a guy needs to have or at least think he has a cock that no girl can do without to have the attitude I’m looking for. I just don’t know.”

“Let me get back to what I feeling. As told you I was totally turned on when you left me at the table. I was all good and things really did not change, even when I watched you dancing. I know what that guy felt like. You’ve done the same to me. Hence the wink. At that point it was all good.”

“When you didn’t get back to the dance floor, I went looking for you and found you in that corner with the guy snacking on your breast. I bet you have some pretty good hickies there.”

I blushed and just nodded.

“Any way as I walked past you towards the rest rooms, I noticed that my erection was fading. It’s becoming more and more clear to me that watching you performing an actual sexual act is not what I want to do. Try to get that thought – the so called full cuckold experience – out of your pretty head. It could be the ultimate deal breaker and me using the ‘master safe word’ that would end this whole experience.”

I put my hand on top of his and was happy that he didn’t pull away.

“So babe, I hear you and keep in mind what you just said. So where do we stand? Can you except my apologies and explanation. I promise I’ll never do pull another stunt like this before, not unless at one time or the other you have agreed that it would be OK. Knowing how you felt I doubt it so I won’t ever bring it up. Let’s stick with your cum in my mouth and pussy, not some strangers.”

So are we good? What is going to happen to us.? Are you staying the night?

“No I’m going back to my hotel for the night. But I’ll come home to stay tomorrow night after work. Maybe we go out to dinner in the neighborhood. You know like Jimmy’s – it’s supposed to be nice and we can walk.”

“Oh I’d love to. Yes let’s do that.”

“What about…?

“What about your fantasy? I guess we got off to a false start. I’m reluctantly, as you well know, willing to give it another try. I don’t know why, I guess I’m a masochist of sorts. So yes you can set it up for this weekend even though I would prefer to skip it and wait for the next one. On the other hand, I also realize that you have a limited amount of time to work your charms on me. To try to seduce me into acceptance of having to share you from time to time. So you call it.”

I smiled at him, “I know you said no seduction stuff but can I sit on your lap and hug and kiss you for being the most understanding super fantastic husband and lover any girl could ever have?”

He moved his chair back and stood up.

“Babe, please…”

“Relax Princess. I just think that that it would be way more comfortable in the living room on the love seat. I mean the sitting on the lap and hugging and kissing.”

That is what we did, we made out like teenagers. It was fun and reassuring.

I had to think hard about the weekend.

Around 10:30 Terry said, “Princess it’s time for me to go back to my hotel. I have a hard day tomorrow. Well at least in the morning. I should be home normal time. If I’m delayed, I’ll call you.”

We got up and hugged. I really didn’t want to let him go, but knew I had to.

“Babe I love you so much. Thank you for trying to understand my needs.”

“Princess, I love you too. I hope that you will understand very soon where I’m coming from. I’ll keep playing your game for a while longer. But it could very quickly turn into a slippery slope from which there may not be any recovery.”

He gave me squeeze and one last kiss and then there was the roar of the “Beast” and I was alone with my thoughts. That was another warning. He was serious. I also picked up on the subtle hint of what was going on in his mind. Less submissive than before. He never once called my Goddess but I could live with Princess.

Dinner next night was really great. Jimmy’s, a local place has good burgers, fish and chips, stuff like that. All freshly made. No frozen stuff and about a half dozen boutique beers on tap. Since we walked, there was no need to hold back on having a few.

After dinner we went for a walk to a local park with a small pond. The moon was almost full and the whole thing was kind of romantic. But even here under these circumstance there was still that question hanging around – the one what to do about the weekend. Actually I had a thought about that and wanted to talk about it with Terry. So I steered him towards one of the benches near the pond.

“Babe, let’s sit for a bit. I have an idea that I want to run by you about our current situation.”

“OK – go ahead talk. I’ll listen.”

Babe, I know you are not crazy about me cuckolding you this weekend. To try again what failed to miserably last weekend. I have an idea that might work.”

“The guy that I was with on Friday, he said he would be back this week. Actually I have his phone number and can make sure. Anyway he was talking about skipping the dancing and stuff and go straight to fucking as he so delicately put it.”

“What if I get a room and go alone. I’ll be OK. The guy doesn’t seem to be a creep and the waitress knew him. He seems to be a regular there. Always Fridays but has to split the latest by eleven. My guess his wife gets home around midnight from whatever activity she’s into on Friday nights.”

“Think about babe, that way you are not subjected to having to watch me. True, it’s a big turn on for me and did give you a thrill at least ‘til you saw him chewing on my boob but it doesn’t have to be every weekend.”

“It’s sort of a compromise between waiting a week or doing a complete rerun of last Friday tomorrow. You get all the anxiety feeling, stuff like that but don’t have to witness any lewd acts.”

“I’ll be home when you get back from your golf game.”

I smiled at him in the light of the moon – “the guys may finally be able to beat you or at least lose by not as many strokes because part of your mind will still be focusing on what I may or may not have done the night before in that hotel room.”

“I won’t rub anything in when I get home but will answer any question you ask about my activities. It will be entirely up to you.”

“You think you can do that?”

“I’ll call you from my room after he leaves to let you know that I’m OK.”

“How about it babe, can I go please?”

“Clarissa”, I didn’t like that – Princess would have been way better, “I’ll relax on it and let you know in the morning before we go to work. Right now I’m kinda in a 50/50 mode about your idea. It does seem to have some merits and I guess sooner or later, if we go ahead with the whole thing we’ll have a situation like that any way.”

“Now let’s go home, I want a night cap and then go to bed. This is all pretty stressful and I’m tired.”

When we got upstairs Terry headed for the spare room.

“Terry?”

“Princess, I’ve made one decision. When I wear the CB I’ll relax in this room. That doesn’t mean I won’t provide oral services for you but I will not relax with you. If you want me in our bed, you’ll have to unlock me.”

“I’m not saying that you have let me make love to you. That will always be your decision. I need my relax and if I wear that thing, I don’t get it unless I’m alone. I found that out these last few nights. I slept like a baby after I got over the initial anger of what you did to me and had decided to make peace with you.”

“Please respect my wishes and don’t try to sneak in here so that you can spoon with me. I don’t want to have to lock the door.”

“OK, hon. I understand. I’ll abide by your wishes. But could you please give me a couple of nice orgasms to help me get to relax. I missed them very much. The vibe alone just doesn’t do it.”

That’s what happened, Terry gave me two really nice orgasms and then went to the other room. I wasn’t ready to unlock him. Maybe Saturday night.

When I came down in the morning Terry handed me a cup of coffee, just the way I like it.

“Clarissa, my heart stopped, I’m good with you going out alone tonight. Call your fuck buddy.”

“Damn you Terence you are such a tease. When you said Clarissa, I was so sure that you would nix the idea of me going to the hotel alone.

Timmy

I check your story right away each day. I'm enjoying it immensely. I'm going to be out of commission for a number of days and I'm going to miss it. I'll look forward to catching up.

GH

Timmy,
Still spinning. You write this as if the characters are actually debating this in your head as go along. I wonder if you really know yourself yet which way this is going to land. It makes for compulsive reading, even if only GH and I are the only ones actually commenting. Thanks.

GH and Peak, thanks for your kind words.

Peak, you are right in part but I do have a fixed end in mind.

We waited maybe five minutes at the elevators before Julie showed up. There was a certain air of excitement in her eyes. She was looking forward to humiliating my baby. This could be fun.

We took the elevator down two flights and reached an area with several offices. Julie unlocked one of them, and bid us to enter. It was quite large and had an executive type desk with a separate computer station next to it, then there was a couch, coffee table and two arm chairs and on the far end a conference table with 12 chairs.

“This is the main office of the foundation. I’m the Chair Permister and my life partner is the President and CEO. We hold our board meeting here. The foundation owns the building and provides the museum space for free. They cover the utility bills and their own administrative costs.

“Please have seat. That door back there is a bathroom if you need it.”

“I have to check my e-mails quickly. Clarissa will you join me in a glass of wine. I only have white since that is my preference.”

“White is fine. Terry here can get it for us.”

“Terry behind that door next to entrance you’ll find the fridge and glasses. Oh and while you’re there please lock the door. I don’t think anyone will be down here this evening but why take chances.”

“What about you Terry? What will you have. There is beer in the fridge if you prefer.”

“Terry will first lock the door, then he’ll take off all his clothes. I think it’s proper for a servant to Goddesses like us.”

Terry was horrified by my demands and his face showed it. I winked at him and mouthed “I love you, go with the flow”.

He nodded and began to strip putting his clothes neatly on one of the chairs at the conference table. That’s my boy.

“Terry can have some water from the tap in the bath room. That is good enough for him. Maybe you even a paper cup for him.”

Julie’s eyes where wide open, then she started to chuckle.

“Oh this is going to be fun. Yes there are paper cups in the bathroom, help yourself Terry.

“No thank you Julie, I’m fine.”

“Terry come over here!”

I grabbed his balls and gave them a good squeeze.

“Terry, no coming to think of it, I like ‘boy’. Yes boy will do for now. That Lady over there is Ms Julie and I’m Goddess for this evening.”

Giving his balls another squeeze.

“Are we clear on that?”

“Yes Goddess.”

“Good, now apologize to Ms Julie for being informal with her, then get the wine for the two of us. Oh and the water was not suggestion. You WILL have water while we have wine. Now get going.”

“Sorry Ms Julie, I should have known even if my Goddess did not clarify the rules. Please accept my apologies.”

“It’s OK Terry, oops I mean boy. I’m going to have to get used to that.”

After Terry had served Julie her wine at the desk he came over to where I was sitting with my glass. I took it, put it on the coffee table and got up. I grabbed Terry by the ears and pulled his face down towards mine and gave him a quick kiss.

“You OK with this? I want to play. I think you are already in subbie land and I can see from the ‘truth meter that you seem to like it.”

He just nodded. I gave him a peck on the cheek.

“Go get your water boy and sit on the floor ‘til I have some further need for you.”

“OK, I’m all done. I sure would like another look at that CB.”

“Boy get up and present yourself to Ms Julie.”

Terry got up, spread his leg to what the Marines would call parade rest an put his hands behind his back.

“You know Clarissa, you really got a hunk here. He’s in great shape and good looking and so docile. I like that. I guess it helps his attitude being locked in that CB.”

While talking, Julie fondled the CB and Terry’s balls, scratching them with her long red nails.

“These do make a guy quite vulnerable don’t they?”

“Yes I fondly remember destroying a boy back in my senior year in high school. He didn’t take NO for an answer when he tried to get into my panties. Get places where NO boy had ever been nor most likely never will.”

That was quite a revelation, Julie a lesbian. Never crossed my mind. I mean she was at the club dancing. I wasn’t sure why she revealed this so early. Maybe it was her way of saying that my man was safe. That she would not try go after him.

Smiling at us, “You are surprised that I revealed my sexual preference after only meeting you twice. I figured I owe you that. I mean after the way you revealed your unusual relationship in the rest room it is clear to me that you are open to many different things. If we hadn’t met today, I would have given you a call because I want to learn more about your relationship. It clearly is something special.

"Being a lesbian I have no interest in any kind of heterosexual relation but female led – I assume that is what you are having at least part of the time is something that interests me. Clearly you are in the driver seat. Maybe I need to change my thinking towards having some male employees. Right now I don't have any. I guess if I could make wearing a chastity device make part of the employment conditions, I would consider it.”

“Julie, I think we need to get together for lunch. I’ll explain in more details what our relationship is and how it got there. Meanwhile, would you like a foot massage? My boy here is really very good at that.”

“Oh, I don’t know”

“Why not, he gets turned on by doing it and I’m sure your feet must be hurting. I noticed you took your shoes off when you sat down at the computer.”

“Oh OK, just because I’m curious if he is as good as you claim. Boy, there is some hand lotion in the bath room. You can use it if you want to.”

I loved the way Julie went with the flow, talked about Terry as if he wasn’t there. She clearly got some enjoyment out of humiliating him but I’m also pretty sure that Terry was OK with it. He is a subbie of sort. Mostly a mental masochist. Being dominated by two beautiful women has to be turn on for him.

So Julie settled into one of the arm chairs with her wine while hubby put himself into position. There was room enough for him to put his feet under the chair. That was OK with me. I always thought it was unnecessarily cruel to make him kneel while doing things like that. Especially since I had him do it at times for hours.
“Boy spread your legs a bit, give Ms Julie access to your balls.”

“See Julie, I enjoy teasing him with the other foot while he works on me. You know gently prod his balls with the stocking foot. Occasionally press a little harder, just to keep him motivated. Let him know who’s the boss.”

“So Julie, do tell about the boy.”

“Oh that one. I truly had forgotten about him ‘til just now. See I’ve always been athletic. Played Lacrosse and basket ball in high school and college. Most of the boys in school knew that I wasn’t in to them. I would go to dances and stuff because I like to dance but they all knew that it would never get them any sex or even a feel of my boobs. They respected me after I slapped the first one around for trying. I was the middle young with two brothers so I was always used to rough and tumble play and after taking karate lesmisters I pretty much could handle any one except one with more training that I had.”

“Now this particular jerk, he was new to the school that year had been warned but he thought he was God’s greatest gift to girls and my not being interested presented a serious challenge to his man hood. Well his man hood was challenged after I got through with him and we was gone from the school within two weeks of the incident with some sort of phony story of why. I don’t remember the details.”

“As I told you, I’m a lesbian and I have a life partner who right now is away on a business trip and also visiting family in Europe. I’ll tell more about us when we get together for lunch.”

“Hmm, this does feel good. Te… boy, you do your Goddess proud. I didn’t think you could do it. Damn, he’s turning me on.”

“Clarissa, do me a favor please. In that closet over there is scarf. Please put it over boy’s eyes. Make sure he can’t see. I have to do something about this other thing…”

So there it was, both Julie and played with our pussies while boy worked on our feet.

“OK Julie, I’m curious, you say you are a lesbian and that is OK with me. What puzzles me is why you were at that club the other night. I mean it’s clearly a heterosexual meat market.”

“You can stop wondering, I don’t go both ways. I just love to dance and that is one place I can always find willing partners. Ninety nine percent of them are cool if I shoot down their advances after the third dance and move on to some other target.” I usually only go when Liza is out of town. She’ll still be gone come Friday so most likely I’ll be there again.”

That gave me an idea but I wanted to float it past Julie first without Terry knowing about it.

There we were, having Terry work on our feet while takeing wine, talking and diddling with our pussies.

I’m not sure who came first, maybe kind of simultaneous.

After calming down.

Julie’s eyes popped wide open when I told Terry to lick my fingers clean. I gave a questioning look to Julie but she shook her head, so I let it slide.

“Julie, I don’t know about you but I’m getting hungry. I think we should let Terry here take us out to dinner. What do you say?”

Using his name was the signal that for now the game was over.

“I think it’s an excellent idea. I always have a table reserved for days when we have a special function at the museum. The place across the street.”

“You mean the sushi place?”

“Yes, table is the wrong word, a Tatami room is the correct term.”

“Great, we’ve been talking about going there but never got around to it since we have a really great sushi place close to where we live.”

“You good with that Terry?”

“Sure Princess, Julie, that sounds really great.”

Terry had gotten the message that the game was over. The two of freshened up while Terry got dressed and we headed across the street. It had stopped raining and it turned out to be a lovely summer evening.

Nice twist to the story, love it!

I keep waiting for the shoe to drop somewhere. I still have no idea where you are going to land this. Which means it is still riveting of course. Thanks Timmy.

Brisbane and Peak,

thanks for your kind words.

During dinner we learned more about Julie her life and foundation.

“My Grandman was a very wealthy man. I learned business from him starting at the early age of six. It was he who paid me a weekly allowance but taught me to save part of it. It wasn’t much but since in reality I got everything I needed including treats and stuff from my parents, I did not have to spend it on much. Some of my friends seemed to run through their allowance in a hurry and one of them asked me if I could lend her some money because there was something, I forgot what she wanted to buy.”

“I told her that I would think about, that I had to ask my Grandpa for permission. We were all living at his place but me and my Mom and Dad had a separate house. So when I saw him coming home, I went to ask him about the lending.”

He put me on his knees and said “do you trust your friend to pay you back”?

I nodded.

“How much does she want to borrow?”

“A dollar”

“Well, you tell her that she can have the dollar but when she gives it back to you next week, it will have to be a Dollar and ten cents. It’s called interest. It’s what banks charge people who borrow money. But they also pay it. You know you get it on your savings book. All those small amounts that are extra, that is interest that the bank pays you for being allowed to use your money.”

“Thank you Granddad. I love you.”

“That is how the Julie ‘bank’ in Mrs. Wilkinmister’s class of first graders got started.”

“My Granddad noticed that I had an aptitude for business. Like many kids I had a lemonade stand. Only thing is I leased it out to some of my friends. I didn’t feel like sitting out there but it was a great spot with lots of traffic. I told them they could have the spot as long as they paid me ten cents on every dollar they made.”

“To make a long story short, he made sure I got into the right school, college and eventually Wharton. On my twenty-fifth birthday he turned over part of his foundation for me to run. The foundation owns many different businesses and he let me go town on one of them. First thing I did is hire my now life partner Liza. She and I went to school together and had been lovers off and on. She is a wizard when it comes to finances and I owe much of my success to her.”

“That same year, my parents got *******ed by a takes driver and from that point on it was just Granddad and me. He constantly expanded my responsibilities and I kept sharing those with Liza.”

“Two years ago, he passed away at the ripe old age of 90. I was the sole heir except for some bequests to certain employees of his and some charities that his friends had championed over the years.”

“Liza and I rolled the rest of his holdings into the foundation. We support many diverse charities and causes from used women and youngren to famine in Africa as well the arts. I fund the music program at the high schools here in the city.”

“Like I said earlier, Liza is in Europe since some of the holdings are there and she won’t be back for another ten days. I sorely miss her but this afternoon was very rewarding for me. Thank you both for letting me into your secret world. I hope we can become real friends and include Liza in some of the games. I know she would have loved it today.”

“Julie, I’m sure we can work that out once she gets back. We can have all sorts of adventures with my Terry. Can’t we darling? Just think being allowed to serve three dominant Ladies. Got to be the dream of any subbie like you.”

I smiled at him, “well?”

“Yes of course Princess, I’ll be happy as long as….”

I cut him off, “I know dear. I’ll talk with you about some details later. I promise you’ll be OK.”

On that note our dinner ended, Julie wanted to pay but Terry insisted that since we had invited her, it was up to him.

We walked her home. Her penthouse apartment was only two blocks from the restaurant, said our good byes and went home.

It had been a very interesting afternoon and evening. I had to get together with Julie alone asap. I had some plans.

Terry was quiet on the way home and I decided to leave him be for the moment. I was deep in my own thoughts, trying to figure out how I could use this budding new friendship to my advantage.

“Babe, I want to talk to you. Let’s go take a shower and get ready for bed. You can wash me and I’ll do the same for you. The CB stays on tonight. I want you in your subbie mode when we have that talk.”

So we both stripped and headed into that big shower together. As is the norm, Terry got me off a couple of times while he stayed frustrated and horny. Once dry we settled on our big bed.

“I know what you are thinking babe. You want to leave. You have this new rule that I let you get away with. We are not relaxing. We are going to talk. I want to know what you felt this afternoon. Was it OK or too much? Tell me and please try to be as open as you can. I know you have difficulties expressing your feelings at times. Please try.”

“Princess to be honest, at first I was mortified when you suggested the repeat of that rest room scene but then I got over it. The thought of being humiliated like that was a real turn-on. Like always, don’t ask why. Because I just don’t know. When you added the water thing and foot massage it got really exciting for me. To be honest, I enjoyed it. It doesn’t hurt that Julie is a very beautiful lady just like you. It’s an interesting contrast. Her being the athletic type while you have softer curves.”

“Forget about her being a lesbian for a moment, could you fall in love with her?”

“I honestly don’t know. I prefer your body type but her sharp mind makes her very attractive and she has many of the same ‘take charge’ qualities that you have. Like I said, I don’t know.”

“Now let me ask you another question. Do you want more of the same like this afternoon? You know being humiliated by us do more for us than today? Would you willingly eat her pussy if I made you do it, always assuming that she would let you which at the moment I doubt.”

“To please you and her, yes I would.”

That earned him a nice sensual kiss.

“Now let’s take this a bit further, I know you’ve made it pretty clear that you are not interested at all in watching me with another guy. That it turns you off and if tried to power you, it might create some serious rift.”

“What about another girl? Cuckold you with a Lady and have you watch.”

“Don’t look so shocked, I did play around in college, got quite serious with a friend but when she insisted that I gave up cocks we went our separate ways. I sometimes miss that. So to come back to the question, could you accept that and even watch.”

“I don’t know if Julie would ever consent to that. I don’t know what their arrangement is. But it doesn’t have to be Julie.”

“We would play with you. Tease and torment you and heap tons of offense on you. Eventually you would be tied to a chair and had to watch us making love. Could you handle that?”

“Wow, that is quite a question. It needs some contemplating. Let me say that at first look it would be more acceptable vs. you with some guy. My fragile ego would feel a bit less threatened since you’ve already proved to me that in the end you like cock and you need cock.”

“Yeah, I guess I could do that, with a safe word in place I think I could handle that.”

“Speaking of safe word. I guess you know that is where I was going at the restaurant. I would like to have one if and when we play with Julie and her lover – Liza. It should be separate from the system we now have in place as it is a strictly FemDomme/subbie situation and we’ve always had one. I haven’t had to use it all but once or twice when you got carried away.”

“I think that is fair. Yes, I can agree to that a separate safe word for strictly FemDomme games with Julie or whomever, like a potential female sex partner.”

“You know I was going to drive you crazy tonight tie you up and tease and *** you, then leave you frustrated and horny locked in your CB but this afternoon’s play has taken the edge off. Why don’t we just cuddle a bit while I tell you how much I love you. Then you give me a nice gentle O before going to relax.”

“I’ll leave up to you where you relax, here or the other room.”

So we spent the next hour or so making out like teenagers and Terry gave not one but two very nice O’s before he kissed me good night, sharing my pussy juices with me before heading off to the other room.

Sunday morning was pretty much routine. We shared the newspaper as we always had. It is really more fun that way rather than doing the Goddess thing and have the paper undisturbed and then reading it alone.

“Princess, do you mind if I go and wash the beast, I did have it out and…”

“Yes babe, I do mind at least for right now. There are some things in the garden that need attention. After lunch I’m going to go out for a while. You can wash it then.”

That’s how it went. I had a date for coffee with Julie where I wanted to run a couple of ideas by her. Enlist her aid in my cuckold project and maybe even get her to have a fling with me in front of hubby.

When I got home, hubby was making some preparations for dinner. We ate in and then I watched the chick flick and I had hubby take care of my feet, including a pedicure and lots of tongue in my pussy.

The movie was over.

“Thank you babe, that was nice. I’m tired I’m going to bed. Go brush your teeth, wash your face and then come for a good night kiss. After that you can do whatever, watch the news, read or go to bed in your room.”

That kind of set him back on his heels. I never ever before refused to kiss him with his face full of my pussy juices.

Another way of reestablishing my dominance over him. I know it’s not fair. I had promised him a reward but I want him horny and frustrated. I need him to be more pliable.
Monday and Tuesday were routine except that I sprung a surprise on him after dinner on Tuesday.

“Hon, can you come home a bit earlier tomorrow night from work? I would like you cook dinner for three. Your special salmon dish. I’ve invited Julie for dinner and after that I have a special treat for you. I made a bet with her. I bet her that you are just as good a pussy eater as you are in giving foot massages.”

He looked at me with total disbelief.

“Yes dear, I’m totally serious. I went to see her on Sunday afternoon. She wanted to check with her partner first. Today she called me said OK. There are a couple of special conditions. One you have to wear a mask. She says no man has seen her pussy other than her dad when she was a little girl and she’s not going to change that now. The other, she doesn’t want you to touch her. So your hands will be cuffed behind your back. I know it makes it harder for you but I have face in you that you’ll manage to get her off.”

“So what’s the bet? What are the stakes?”

“I’m not telling. That is our secret.”

“So you OK with that. I’m thinking a normal dinner as friends and once we are done eating you turn into ‘boy’ for us. I’m sure it will be fun.”

Terry just sat there and shook his head.

“You really got her to go along with that?”

“Yes she thinks that since you are doing it as a subbie, she’ll give it a try. I got already the mask. We are going to try it out later on. You’ll just have to wash it once you’re done. I’ll even cuff you so you can practice your oral seduction s*******s with that handicap. That way we can figure out what would be the best position for her to be in to give you maximum access.”

Practice we did, Terry finally begged me – what a thrill to hear him begging for mercy because his back was *******ing him and was afraid that he might not be able to go to the office. Can’t have that.

So I did a total turnaround from demanding bitch to caring wife and gave him one of the very rare massages to ease his back pain before sending him off to his room. Yes it is now his room. I’m still refraining – at least for the moment to call the master bedroom “mine” but the day will come.

Terry

Wednesday was incredible. I left the office early to stop at the fish store for some fresh salmon filets. The rest of the stuff we had home.

I had all my preparations done when the two ladies showed up. Clarissa gave me one of those tonsil probing kisses and Julie a chaste peck on the cheek. Instantaneously, my dick was hard in that unyielding plastic primister. I guess she had not come from the office but from her home because she looked hot with plenty of cleavage.

After the greetings, the ladies settled in the living room and I followed to asked there take preferences.

“Hon, at the request of our guest, there is a change of plan. I know I told you that dinner would be a normal setting with the three of us but Julie feels that in order to go through with the rest of the evening, she kind of needs to get into the ‘Domme’ mood.”
“So I want you to strip right here and kiss our feet and then ask again for what we would like to take.”

“Furthermore, you will remove your plate setting from the dining room. You can snatch bites in between attending to our needs.”

I was blushing and I didn’t think that I could get any harder. I guess the offense really was a turn on. I looked at Julie and she had the sweetest smile on her face before turning into a vamp licking her lips in a way that promised the hottest blow job. But of course NO man would ever get one.

“Do wear an apron while cooking and serving us. I don’t think it would be proper to have your dick near our food.”

So there I was, embarrassed and humiliated like never before but ready and eager to comply. This is going to be an interesting evening.

They kept me hopping and I had barely a chance to snatch a few bites each time they sent me off to the kitchen for something. The rest of the time Julie made me stand at “parade” rest near the door way to the kitchen

As they were done eating Clarissa got up and accidently on purpose spilled here almost full glass of wine on the floor. The dining room has hardwood floors so it was not really a big deal.

“Oh my, I’m sorry pet, do clean that up. NO, silly boy. Not with a rag. Use your mouth and tongue. That way you get to share the delicious wine with us.”

I had no choice. No not true I had a choice but that would end the game and I wasn’t ready to do that. I wanted to find out what else they had up their sleeves and the prospect of attending to Julie’s pussy even if I couldn’t see it had me really turned on.

“Here boy have some more.”

With that Julie poured the content of her glass on the floor right after I had lapped up every drop spilled by Clarissa.

Both girls giggled as they walked off. But I detected a difference. Clarissa’s was kind of mean sounding while Julie’s showed more of a girlish delight at her prank. I started to wonder if Clarissa hadn’t his in mind all along and was using Julie as an excuse to further her dominance over me.

“Hey boy, leave the dishes for later we need you here for other things but I want you to come in on your hands and knees. No looking at us at all. And bring an ice pack. I want to modify your CB before we get started.”

What was that all about. I didn’t like where this was going but I felt secure that Clarissa would honor the safe word if things got out of hand and at ‘til now I was kind of enjoying it. Sure I kept struggling with the whole concept but whatever submissive genes I had in me kept me from rebelling. Maybe I needed to see a shrink, see if I could figure this out.
So I got the ice and made my way into the living room on hands and knees, pushing the ice in front of me and making sure I kept my head down.

I stopped in front of Clarissa.

“Goddess…”

“Stop, not a word. I want you completely silent until I give you permission to speak. Sit up time for the hood and cuffs.”

I got on my raised my body but stayed on my knees being careful to focus my eyes on Clarissa’s feet. Well mostly, I did dare a quick glance and was surprised to see a gleam in her eyes that I had never seen before. Anticipation of some undefined pleasure. I quickly averted my eyes and got lucky net getting caught.

The hood was of some sort of spandex material and completely form fitting to my head. It was quite tight and not very comfortable. There was some extra thickness of the material where my eyes are and there was absolutely no chance of seeing anything at all. Breathing was difficult through some holes by the nose but it got a lot easier after Clarissa opened the zipper by my mouth. That eased things for me. I really did not care for the mask at all. I got concerned about being able to breathe when I got started with the pussy worship. Those air holes for the nose were either in the wrong place or very small. We’ll see.

“Stand up and turn around, hands behind the back.”

Two quick clicks and felt steel handcuffs which she now tightened to the point of being painfully tight.

“He…”

Clarissa grabbed my balls and squeezed them tightly.

“Shut up or I’ll have another toy here that will keep you from talking but won’t stop you from being able to lick our pussies. Be very, very careful. I don’t mind you moaning but no words unless you want to really disappoint us and wimp out with the safe word.”

I felt Clarissa’s hands on my balls and dick again and soon it was free from the cage. A couple of strokes and I was hard a steel and pointing at the ceiling.

“Julie, I know you are not into cocks but what do you think of my boy’s?”

“Kind of small isn’t it?” I mean I don’t have any real experience but I always thought that men had bigger cocks that that. Every picture I’ve ever seen of a nude male had a bigger one.”

“Hmm, I never thought of that, I guess you could be right.”

I wanted to run but Clarissa had a firm grip on my balls.

“Well it’s going to get a lot smaller in a second” and she hit me with the ice. I yelped which got me a painful squeeze. I can’t help it. It’s not so much the pain but the shock, especially since I could not see it coming.

“Damn, I didn’t think it could get any smaller” chuckled Julie.

“What’s next?”

“A CB.”

“WOW”

Clarissa must have shown Julie what she was going to put on my dick.

It felt different, heavier than the plastic one. Then I felt its spikes. What is up with that. This is not what I signed on for. I was sorely tempted to use my safe word but was unsure of the consequences.

At the same time I felt Clarissa’s hot and excited breath by my ear.

“Don’t disappoint us. Don’t use the safe word. I’ll watch for red.”

I heard the click of the lock and then Clarissa’s mouth was over the head of my dick. I groaned in pain as the teeth dug into the soft skin.

“Hush boy or I’ll have to punish you further.”

“Hurt the bastard, make him pay with pain for the privilege of being allowed to worship MY pussy. Make him suffer.”

Julie clearly was aroused by what was going on. Maybe that was a good thing, make it easier for me in the end. That is unless she freaked out when I got near her pussy where no man had ever been.

“Get back down on your knees.”

That was difficult and Clarissa steadied me.

“Now sit down and spread your legs wide” which I managed with her help. We had determined that her “Throne” was the best place for Julie to sit. She could recline and lift her legs over my shoulder and place them on an ottoman behind me. Clarissa would make her slide forward enough so that her anus was accessible to me as well as her pussy.

I heard some furniture being moved and suddenly a soft stocking clad foot started to tease my dick.

“So vulnerable, so fragile.”

To emphasize it, the foot started to press down on the CB pushing the spikes deeper into my skin.

“Look at the head of his little dick. It’s turning purple. It’s so cute, trying to get hard. Trying to impress me.”

Thankfully foot lifted of my dick and her legs rested on my shoulder.

“Scoot closer pin prick. Inhale my essence but don’t you dare touch my body – not yet.”

I moved closer until a hand against my head stopped me. I felt the ottoman pushed against my back and the legs lifted of my shoulder. There was shuffling in front of me and the increase in detectable body heat told me that I was very close to Julie’s pussy.

“OK, pin prick – get busy. Make me cum. I don’t have all night.”

“Should we tell him our bet? Tell him what’s in store for him if he fails?”

“No let him sweat. Imagination is such a powerful *** tool. Having to worry about what might happen if he fails increases your chance to win.”

“OK, work your alleged magic.”

That is what I did, I don’t know for how long. It seemed like an eternity, that I worked on Julie’s pussy. She was absolutely quiet but I did detect and increase in her breathing. It got a bit louder and more rapid. Then I hit her with my secret weapon. My tongue flicked across her anus a few times before going back to her pussy.

“OHHH”

With the mask on it was hard for me to create some suction so I was pretty much limited to licking, probing as deep as possible with my tongue. Then back to the anus, this time trying to penetrate it with my tongue

“OHHH, OHHH”

Her breathing was getting ragged and that’s when I decided to attach her clit. She was ready whether she wanted to our not and damn if she wasn’t a squirter. I was drenched right through the mask. I tried to pull back but those athletic thighs had locked onto my head and I was afraid she was going to pop it wide open, *******ing me.

I must have ****** from lack of air because when I came too, I was on my back and I heard both of them in unimister.

“Are you OK?”

I took a deep breath and nodded, not sure if I could or should speak.
“Let’s help him up.”

The grabbed my arms making the cuffs dig deeper into my wrists which made me grunt in pain. But the I was standing a bit unsteady and one of them held my arm to keep me from falling suddenly Julie pressed herself against me and started to lick the mask covering my face.

“Hmm, I do love the taste of my own cum.”

That licking brought another groan as my dick hardened again from the attention and that fact that I felt one hard nipple against my chest while her other breath was still covered with a bra. Those damn spikes were getting me again. She must have been playing with it while I worked on her.

Suddenly she stepped away, grabbed my nipples and viciously twisted them.

“You are not done suffering for me you bastard. You made me lose the bet.”

Timmy

You are creating and interesting and thought provoking story that raises so many issues.

Both GH and I are convinced that this is a good example of why many stories in this genre work better as fantasies than as so called "real life" stories.

Clarissa is a manipulative narcissistic bitch. That's what makes her so exciting as a domme - and believe me that last scene was hot. She clearly isn't trust worthy. In real life, I don't think any of us would like to know her; but that lack of trust instills an element of fear that fuels our imaginations and makes her a fantasy domme.

GH points out that she is a good example of why writing these kinds of stories is so difficult. A writer treads a very fine line when trying to create a "loving fantasy domme" who can still make a submissive cuckold's dick twitch when he reads about her. (I love writing with my husband)

Your story also explores the complications created by any hot wife cuckold relationship and how those complications increase when one partner is more eager about pursuing the life style than the other.

At this site, the stories generally have the husband pushing the wife into the life style, but it's our experience that the wife is often more eager to explore cuckolding than the husband.

Communication and honesty are of course the answer.

I posed this question to GH. What if the roles were reversed? What if Terry were the one trying to manipulate Clarissa into a cuckold hot wife relationship? It seems to me that this would then be a story about a commonly discussed question at this site. How do I get my wife to cuckold me?

Of course the answer is that it will only work if she wants it to happen.

Timmy, thank you for a complex thought provoking story.

GH and I are both enjoying it and had a wonderful time discussing and writing this response.

Lisa

Interesting double standard using a woman to cuckold Terry with. Like real life, this just gets more complex the deeper it gets. Who really knows the secrets of our souls. I'm still hooked Timmy. Thanks for posting.

Timmy,
This is another of your great stories. Lisa has hit the nail on the head. I have been reading all along and have not had many comments because I have felt, and feel, this relationship is going to, and should, crash and burn. I realize I read from the male prospective and as Lisa points out it is not always that simple. You are one of the great writers on this site and I would not suggest how to slant your story. The story does create some deep thoughts and maybe that is why it is uncomfortable for some of us. Timmy keep up the great work. I’m just going to continue to read along and hope Terry has his day.
JJ.

Lisa,

thank you for your and GH's wonderful insights. It is a complicate world we live in.

Peak and JJ, many thanks for your comments too.

“You’ve been wondering about that haven’t you?”

“Well, I tell you – either way, you are the real loser, I think.”

Twisting my nipples again.

“If I had won, I would have been able to use your belt and blister your ass twelve times. You can be sure that you would have felt every one of them. Now that I lost, I get to make you a cuckold and you will have NO choice but to watch. At least for a while. I’m going to take your wife away from you. Show her how she doesn’t need your puny little dick. Remind her of the pleasures she experienced when she was in college.”

“Oh I’m not greedy, I’ll let her have an occasional fuck by some guy with a man-sized cock.”

I was stunned, I still wore the mask so I couldn’t see any of their faces. I was just about to utter the safe word when one of them closed my nose holes powering me to open my mouth to breath and before I knew it they shoved one of those wire things the dentist uses to keep the mouth open while the they work on your teeth.

“There, that will keep you from talking.”

That was Carissa.

“I’ll give a chance to talk at some point but right now you are still our slave. Make all the noise you want. My dentist says it’s safe to leave it in for up to two hours. Behave and maybe I’ll take out before that time is up.”

“One thing is for sure, I’m going to test how well you can eat pussy and worship my ass with that contraption in your mouth.”

“Let’s get him up and secure him in MY bedroom.”

There is was, she said it and I didn’t like it. ‘til that moment, my dick had stayed semi hard in spite of all the offense, the pain in my nipples since Julie never stopped tormenting them except when they put that wire thing into my mouth. But with that last comment, I went soft. I was happy about that because the spikes were getting to me.

They guided me up the stairs and both of them kept rubbing bare breasts against my arm in the process which cause an erection and they spikes did get back into action.

“On your knees slave. Move forward a bit. Good.”

I felt them attaching the fur lined leather cuffs to my arms and each one grabbed an arm quite firmly. Then I click and the steel hand cuff fell to the floor. I was grateful for that because they were really starting to hurt and hands started to get numb. With the wire thing in my mouth I could not have told them about that.

“Stretch that arm and tie it the bed post, then the two of us can pull on the other and make it really tight.”

Within a couple of minutes I was on my knees, chest pressed against the foot board and my arms stretched, maybe not to the limit but pretty close.

“There, now I have you where I want you boy and when the night is over you are both mine.”

It was a harsh speech but what surprised my was a soft hand stroking my head and a kiss on each cheek. Maybe this was not going to be too bad. But then again, maybe they were just setting me up for the next offense.

“Let’s take that CB off. I think we need to check for cuts and I want to check from time to time how he’s reacting to what we are doing.”

“I call his little dick the ‘truth meter’ because no matter what he might tell me that little thing never lies when it comes to telling the truth about being turned on or not.”

I sure was relieved when that redy thing came off, at least ‘til I yelped in pain because one of them sprayed some sort of disinfection stuff on my dick. It stung like the dickens.

“Oh did it hurt baby?”

The words were sympathetic, the sound of the voice pretty sarcastic.

“Better give it another shot Julie. We don’t want to take any chance with his little thing getting infected. Who knows, it might have to be cut off. Not that it’s a big loss but still it’s kind of cute. Don’t you think so?”

“Not from my point of view. You know I have no use for what’s hanging down there but I guess you are right. If he lost it, we wouldn’t be able to torment it.”

One of them picked up my dick gingerly wearing gloves and sprayed it one more time. This time it didn’t sting quite as much.

“Look at him drooling. Julie stick your panties into his mouth. ‘Flavor’ them a bit first. I don’t want his drool stain the carpet or the bed.”

Soon I had a moist pair of panties in my mouth. It made breathing harder again but not bad enough to cause real problems.

“Look, he likes it. Told you the ‘truth meter’, even a miniature one like his works.”

“Stop yapping and get up on that bed, I’m going to show you what it means to have a REAL lover, not some wimpy assed boy with a little dick.”

For I don’t know how long, I heard the two of them making love on the bed, having multiple orgasms. Having heard Julie orgasm down stairs, I now could tell who was cumming each time.

The pretty much ignored me except every once in a while Julie would make a comment.

“Isn’t this way better than pin prick over there?”

Stuff like that.

“Before the night is over, I’ll own you boy because your wife is going to surrender the key to your CB to me. Any form of release will be on my say so.”

Chuckling: “Fat chance of that.”

There was a period of quiet whispering. I couldn’t make out what they were saying.

“OK, let’s do that.”

One of them took the panties out my mouth and the next thing there was a very wet pussy in my face.

“Clean it cuckboy, make it good.”

It had to be Clarissa’s. I would recognize hers any time. It was hard with the wire contraption in my mouth but she was turned on enough to have one of her gentle orgasms which saved me from having my head crushed.

“Let’s take him to the other room. Give him a chance to pee and a couple of sips of water before we tie him to that bed. Time for some privacy for us.”

“You take him, he’s your husband.”

They released me but before I got a chance to stretch my aching shoulders one of them locked the two leather cuffs together behind my back.

“OK get up and get a move on.”

I almost fell over. My knees had gotten stiff. I must have knelt there longer than I thought.

“Steady there.”

One of them grabbed my arm, I assume Clarissa and guided me out of the room and across the hall into the other bedroom suite and then I bumped my feet in front of the toilet.

“I’m gonna help you sit down to pee. There is no way I’m going to hold your dick and aim it for you.”

Problem was that I was hard and had a really difficult time to void my bladder.

“Hang on there sport. I’ll fix you.”

I yelled as sharp fingernails dug into my scrotum and squeezed my balls. But the erection was gone and I was able to pee.

“Try to open your mouth a bit more. I’m going to take the spreader out but I need you to be absolutely quiet. Not a word or it goes right back in.”

I nodded.

It took a while to get my jaws moving again.

“You OK? Don’t talk just nod or shake your head.

“Do you want to continue or use the safe word? Nod for safe word.”

With the hood I couldn’t see what Clarissa was thinking.

She must have read my mind.

“Keep quiet and I won’t put the wire thing back in. You can use the safe word if it gets too much later on.”

So I shook my head.

“Good boy.” I quick peck on the cheek. “Here have a couple of sips of water.”

She held a paper cup against my mouth and drank greedily spilling half of it.

“OK, time to lock you back up. Relax, it’s your regular CB minus all the spacer rings. I want you to be a bit uncomfortable.”

Another vicious squeeze to reduce the just rejuvenating erection down and click, I was locked up.

Clarissa guided me from the bathroom to the bed and pushed me on it, unhooked the cuffs and tied each hand to one of the posts of the head board like so many times before. This time not super tight. I had some wiggle room.

“Sorry, the hood stays on. Good night.”

I felt pressure on the bed but then from the door way.

“Never mind that stuff, get your ass back here. I’m going to show you what a real cock can to your slutty pussy.”

Suddenly I felt a huge dildo pressing against my lips.

“Open up sissy slut, get it ready for your wife. I’m going to fuck her like she’s never been before. We are going to leave the doors open so you can hear here screaming for more.”

It hurt having to open my mouth this wide after the ordeal with the dental fixture. I can’t believe that any pussy could accommodate that monster.

Thankfully, it did not last long. I was withdrawn and they both left to head back to Clarissa’s room. Why did I think of it that way. That is so wrong. Did several hours of mental and physical *** brainwash me to that extend that I accepted her terminology?

What is wrong with me. I just don’t understand. I’m so confused. I’m going to have to look for some help. I won’t be able to figure this out by myself.

Things got loud again in the other room but eventually quieted down. I was both mentally and physically exhausted and fell into some restless relax and woke up yelling the safe word. I dreamt that they were double teaming me with monster cocks.

“Honey, what’s wrong? Let’s get this mask off and get you untied.”

Are you OK? What happened?”

My eyes hurt when the mask came off even though the light was very muted.

“A bad dream. I’ll be OK.”

“Tell me about it.”

“No, I rather not. It’s silly. It was just a bad dream. Just go and leave me be. I’ll be OK. I’ll go to the bathroom and take couple of pills and try to go back to relax.”

“I’m staying right here with you.”

“No please Clarissa, just leave me be. I have a lot of thinking to do. Having you around is not going to help.”

“Just leave and please close the door behind you.”

Now that I was untied, I got up, went to the bathroom to pee and took a couple of pain pills. My jaws and knees were still hurting quite a bit.

I must have fallen arelax again because the next thing I knew was that the room was flooded with sunlight, the door was open and the smell of cooking bacon and coffee was working its way up.

I got up, relieved myself and very gingerly brushed my teeth after washing my face. I was still a mental mess but the most of the body aches were gone.

I went down stairs and there where the two beauties, both wearing one of my old oversized tee shirts. The one on Julie was a bit short but she had put on pair of old fashioned bloomers like people wore in the 1890’s that Clarissa had once gotten for a Halloween party. I has to smile. My dick liked the picture too and tried to get hard in the shortened cage which made me wince.

When they saw me, they both rushed me and hugged me. Feeling their braless breasts press against me did not help my confined dick but it did make feel like that they did care for me.

“You OK big boy? I hope I wasn’t too mean last night.”

“He babe, glad you’re among the living. Sit have some coffee. We are going to spoil you this morning.”

I looked at the kitchen clock, it showed almost 10 AM.

“Relax babe, I called the office, told them you would be late or maybe not come in at all but would call them before lunch.”

“Now sit, and have breakfast, we kind of shortchanged you on dinner last night and you must be starving.”

It was only after I had eaten that I suddenly realized that I was still naked. I had so gotten used to the idea that it never occurred to me. Clarissa’s mind games were sure working on me. What’s it been less than two weeks, ten days that she issued the edict that I was to be naked at all time in the house.

“Julie, I’m so sorry, my mind is still in total turmoil. I go put some clothes on.”

“Don’t you dare buster. You know the rules and certainly by now Julie has seen every aspect of your splendid physic. So don’t start playing shy.”

“Go, grab a coffee and the paper and sit on the patio. It’s nice out there. Take the paper. We’ll clean up in here the rest of the dishes and then join you.”

They sure are messing with me. Going from royal sadistic bitch to caring wife and friend. What am I going to make out of all of this?

Well, I ignored the paper, grabbed my lap top and the phone and went outside. They were right it was a pretty day. I fired up the lap top and while it was booting up, it went back to get my coffee.

I stopped when I heard them talking.

“Did you see, he’s totally confused. Last night we treated him like cuckolds brownie, today we ******* him with kindness. I’m going to be OK, I just have to keep him off balance for the rest of the trial period. Give him an emotional roller coaster ride. When it’s over I’ll lay it all out for him. His new role in my life and offer him stability he’ll be ready to accept it. It’s not like I’ll stop loving him. I always will just not like the last years.”

“I don’t know Clarissa, you have to be careful. He’s got a very fragile ego. He’ll bolt if you push him too hard. You need to forget about having a lover here in his house. This is his sanctuary. You *** that and I’ll bet he’s gone.”

I didn’t want to hear any more. I was confused enough so I bumped into a chair to make them aware I was coming in.

“Came to get my coffee. Couldn’t carry it all.”

I went back out in total turmoil. Shit, she was really going to try to totally emasculate me. Not going to happen. Yes I like submitting to her but what she had in mind was not on my bucket list. I’m going to have to play it cool. Get my ducks in a row and see how far she’ll go. Take some steps to protect myself. If I confront her right now, she will just deny it and it would lead to no good. I’m a really good poker player, so maybe I’m just as good an actor. We’ll see how things work.

I took a deep breath, a sip of coffee and called the office. I was not going in today.

Timmy

A great a addition and a very good example of why fantasies are often more exciting than "true stories".

Thanks

GH

Thank you GH. I hope your recovery is coming along.

No I’m going to enjoy whatever the ladies will dish out and then go to my home office and start making some contingency plans.

I had finished the phone call, checked a couple of e-mails and was sitting there relaxing. Contemplating if I should have another cup of coffee, go take a shower or jump into the pool when the two ladies came out to join me.

“Hey babe, we are going for a swim. Maybe you should park yourself in the spa, get the last aches and pains out of your body.”

It was a stunning display of feminine beauty. Clarissa nude except for her high heel slippers which was the norm for us. Clarissa is the classic “Gent Magazine” beauty. Five foot six with a 38D – 26 – 39 figure. A stark contrast to Julie who is more like five foot nine and slender. Because of that her C cup breasts seem to be larger than they were. She wore one of the miniscule spare bathing suits we keep around for just such occasions. It was white and I knew it would get fairly transparent when wet.

This is going to be interesting as every fiber of my dick was fighting for space in that CB.

“Princess, I think that is a splendid idea. That is exactly what I’m going to do soak in the hot water.”

The girls did some laps, Julie was as elegant as dolphin cutting through the water making flawless racing turns on each end while Clarissa plodded along in her usual way, using the edge of the pool deck to turn herself around.

Eventually they joined me in the spa.

Both of them got as close as possible rubbing their breasts against me and Clarissa started to gently massage my balls, causing me to groan partly from pleasure and partly from discomfort due to the shortened CB.

Nibbling on my ear Julie said,

“are you still angry with me? I treated you pretty mean yesterday. It was fun. Maybe I got carried away. Taking away your chance to use the safe word was mean. I didn’t know about it until later that you had that arrangment.”

Clarissa moved her hand from my balls and grabbed one of my nipples.

“Now be nice to our guest. It was partially my fault. I should have asked if you were OK before we put that dental contraption into your mouth. I’m sorry babe. Just like Julie, I got carried away.”

“Ladies, it’s OK. No real harm was done. Yes I was scared when I could no longer formulate words but I survived. Maybe we need to think of some hand signal or other forms of communicating distress. I trust you and hope that you would recognize if I was in real trouble but…”

I just let it hang there and let them chew on that for a bit. Nothing like a laying a bit of guilt on them for getting carried away.

“Listen honey, we have an idea for Friday. You know I want to go back to the club and get laid.”

I just rolled my eyes which earned me a twist of my nipple.

“Julie’s partner won’t be home ‘til Sunday. So we were thinking since she loves to dance, that she would be your date for the night. You know keep you busy and keep your mind off what I’m going to do. I’ll be OK. While I enjoy the idea of being able to humiliate you a bit and know that you’re experiencing some mental anguish is a big turn-on, my primary goal is to find the perfect fuck buddy.”

“Will you be my prince charming? Please.”

I smiled at Julie.

“Ms Julie, it would be a great honor to be your escort and to be at your services.”

“Hey watch it buster. It’s just dancing.”

“But Clarissa, you gave me the key to his CB last night. I now own his dick. Maybe I do want to see what he can do with that. I mean you keep bragging about him. You were right about his abilities with his mouth and tongue even under the handicap conditions last night.”

“Don’t you dare.”

Oh, this is interesting. Now I began to wonder about the two of them. What happened after they sent me off to the other room. Are they playing games or did Clarissa really give her a key to the CB.

Maybe I’ll find out.

“So you are OK with the arrangement?

I just nodded.

“OK, I’ll go there after work. Why don’t you pick up Julie and we meet in the restaurant at seven for dinner and then I’ll go hunting and you do your thing. Since you’ll have to take Julie home, there is no point for you to get a room.”

“Also you can go to the golf course from home.”

“You play golf? Where and when?”

“Saturday mornings at the River Side Country Club with two other guys and most of the time the starter fills up the foursome with a single. I also play every other Wednesday there with some other friends.”

“Can I come this Saturday? I would love to play. Liza doesn’t and so I don’t get to go very often. On the other hand if I had a regular opportunity to play with someone I know, I would make the effort to reserve the time.”

“Sure Julie, I’d love to have you come along. I’ll call the starter and let him know that we have four so that he doesn’t promise the slot to someone on the waiting list.”

I looked at Clarissa and saw a cloud cross her face. She wasn’t too happy about this new development. I’ve been trying for years to get her interested. At one point she made a halfhearted attempt and took some lesmisters but then found one reamister or another to give up on it.

Maybe a small opportunity for some payback in the jealousy department. I like it.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m getting out before I turn into a prune.”

With that I got out of the spa and jumped into the pool to swim laps. Seconds later there was splash and Julie was there too.

“Race you ten laps. You win, I’ll fix your lunch. I win you have to put on the hood and eat my pussy one more time before I go home.”

“You’re on if it’s OK with Clarissa.”

“Don’t worry about her. I told you last night that own both of you.”

That got me to wonder and almost missed the start.

It became pretty clear after four laps that Julie was toying with me. I tried to pace myself, counting on a last minute sprint but by lap eight she was half a pool length ahead of me.

We got out and dried ourselves off.

I grinned at her.

“You know even though I lost the race you’re still serving me lunch.”

Julie punched me in the side and laughed.

“I guess you are right in some sense.”

“Right about what?”

“We had a race. If boy won (looks like she’s back in the Domme mode) I was going to fix his lunch. If I won he has to put on the hood and eat my pussy. He is a clever little boy and figured out that either way I was ‘fixing’ his lunch.”

“Wait a minute, I didn’t agree to that.”

“Doesn’t matter, remember last night. You agreed that I could have Terry ANY time I wanted so you could play your silly cuckold games without having him possibly interfere. So now I want him. Go get the hood for my toy. I’m getting horny and need his talented tongue. You can have him after that.”

I was stunned. This is getting more and more interesting. I wonder what went on last night between the two of them. This is clearly some kind of power play and Julie came out ahead because there was Clarissa with the hood and the hand cuffs.

“Boy, are you going to behave yourself and keep your hands to yourself unless I move them to one part or the other of my body?”

“Yes Ms Julie, hands to my own body unless you tell me different.”

“Good, then we don’t need these. I see your wrists are still bruised from last night. You'll have to wear a long
sleeved shirt for work tomorrow I’m truly sorry about that. We should have watched for that. I know better for next time.”

“Go lay down on your back on that mat over there and then put the hood over your head. I’m going to ride your face. I’ll try not to drown you in pussy juice. You may tap my leg or foot if you are in danger of passing out from lack of air.”

“Now move”, this was followed up with a stinging slap on my ass.

Twice I had to tap on her leg and each time Julie lifted herself immediately up to give me a chance to catch my breath and waited until I had reestablished a regular breathing pattern.

The real surprise came that after her third or fourth orgasm when she took one of my hands and placed on her breast. True it was still covered by the thin material of the bikini top but I was in ‘perv heaven’.

“Squeeze gently, like a massage and every often you may tweak my nipple gently.”

This was a big change from last night. I was wondering how Clarissa was taking all this and if I will suffer some use after Julie is gone.

I’m not quite sure where I was mentally when Julie rolled off.

“Enough boy, you did good.”

She was laying next to me panting. Eventually her breathing settled down and she started to lick some of her juices off the hood covering my face.

“Hmm, nice. Don’t you agree that ladies taste much better than guys? I can’t understand the fascination of some women, Clarissa included with sucking cocks and swallowing that juckie stuff.”

I chuckled.

“Ms Julie, I have to agree with you whole heartedly.”

That earned me a not too soft kick in the ribs.

“Hey buster, you don’t complain when I suck your cock.”

“No Princess, I don’t. Being on the receiving end is very pleasurable especially if someone does it who enjoys it. That does not mean that I'll have to like sucking it out of your mouth afterwards. I do it because I love you and appreciate the gift of the blow job.”

Clarissa must have been aiming another kick at me.

“Don’t get smart…

“Clarissa, stop and don’t you dare harm our boy. Speaking of that. When I send him home later on, I want you to be nice to him. Be on your best ‘wife behavior’ from now on, short of letting him out of that CB.”

“Speaking of that, are you going to be a good boy and keep your hands behind your back while Clarissa and I take it off, inspect your miniscule dick for abrasions and cuts, treat them if needed and then put it back on with the extra spacers? Or do we have to restrain you? I would be kind of cross if we did. I much prefer willing presentation to powerd one.”

“No Ms Julie, Goddess I’ll behave. There will be no need to restrain me but I hope that you will forgive some involuntary flinching should there be some pain in the process like when you put that spray on last night.”

They both chuckled.

“Toy, that will be OK, I just don’t want you to try to move away or use your hands to try to stop us from what we are doing.”

“Ladies, I will give it my best effort to not disappoint you.”

“Good enough for me.”


“Don’t you frown at me Clarissa. I don’t care if you tie him up for one of your tease and denial sessions as part of your game. This is not one of them. This is strictly business, not play. We have to assure that our property remains healthy and is comfortable for most of the time unless there is punishment or designated ‘play time’ involved.”

“Got that?”

Clarissa must have nodded.

“Say it, say you understand the rules and speaking of punishment. I know you are upset to some degree about the way I’ve taken over. That is OK, but don’t you dare take your anger out on Terry here.”

“Yes Julie.”

I couldn’t see what went on between the two of them but there was a quiet

“yes Ms Julie”.

Wow. Things were getting stranger and stranger.

“Get up Terry and stand at rest.”

By now I knew what that meant and I stood with my feet approximately shoulder wide and hands clasped behind my back. Still wearing the hood I had no idea who was doing what but when I felt latex on my balls it knew it had to be Julie – Ms Julie as I started to think of her.

As soon as my cage came off, my dick sprang into full or what I thought full erection until the latex covered hand gave it a couple of strokes.

“My, my – my toy is pretty excited. I bet you’re horny and aching for release. Not going to happen. Not for a while. Better prepare yourself mentally for that.”

“Clarissa better get the ice ready.”

“Hmm, a little abrasion but not actual cuts. I think we can forget about the spray.”

“Clarissa fetch a bowl. No never mind that.”

“Take Terry upstairs, don’t remove the hood until you are in the bath room. Let him take a shower and watch him. Make sure he doesn’t jerk off but I do want him to wash his dick and balls very carefully and thorough. Then lock him up with ALL the spacer rings in place and let him get dressed. Time for him to take me home. He can eat something when he gets back.”

Maybe twenty minutes later I held the passenger side door open for Ms Julie while she gave some quiet instructions to Clarissa. It was clear from the demeanor, now that I could see that Clarissa was not happy but something told me that she was powerless to change things. I sure wondered what is going on between the two of them.

“WOW! I like.”

It was the first time that Julie had a chance to really see the “beast”.

“It’s beautiful. Did you do the restoration?”

“Ms Julie…”

“Just Julie please. The game is over for now.”

“OK, I did all the mechanical stuff and the rough body work but had professionals do the interior, finish body work and painting.”

By that time Julie had gracefully folded her long legs inside the car giving me a quick glance at her panties, causing my dick to hit the limits of the CB.

She knew, because she winked at me.

“OK, fire this thing up and show me what it can do.”

We roared out of the drive way and were off to her condo in the city.

“So Terry, please tell me about your feelings of what happened. Please be honest. It’s important to me. Start with what you did not care for.”

“Number one has to be the CB with the spikes. I’m not that kind of masochist that needs the pain. The short version of the regular one provides enough discomfort to remind of my position.”

“The second thing has to be the hood and to have my hands restrained, but I understand why or at least I think I do.”

“Why didn’t you like it?”

“I get great pleasure out of pleasing a lady orally. Part of the pleasure is derived from being able to watch her reaction to certain things I do. It gives me hints of what is turning her on, a guide to give her more pleasure. Being able to use my hands is another tool for me to increase your pleasure.”

“It was clear this morning that it also does something more for you. Your reactions where different from yesterday when you allowed me to touch your breast. At least I think so. Today was very different but I think part of it was do the fact that you had to come to grips with the idea of a lowly male…”

I let the sentence trail of and gave her a quick look as she first frowned but the broke into a brilliant smile. I decided to just continue.

“One of my greatest joys is to watch Clarissa in the afterglow of an orally induced orgasm. There is something special about it.”

“So you think, you’ve got me figured out, don’t you? Well you are right in some ways. I did have to power myself to let you serve me. It was the thought of winning the bet, to be able to whip your ass with your own belt that motivated me to let you give it a try.”

“See, I do get enjoyment out of physically hurt some lowly male as you term it. The need isn’t there very often but it does come. Usually when Liza is out of town for extended periods. That’s when I make a trip to New York or Chicago and for a couple of hours put some guy through the mill at some dungeon. It’s enough to take the edge off.”

“That was in part while we used the CB with the spikes and the cruel bondage. I wanted to hurt you. I was angry that you were able to provide pleasure other than suffering for me from a whipping.”

By that time we pulled up in front of her building and before I could get around the car a doorman with really wide eyes had opened her side.

“Good afternoon Ms Julie.”

“Same to you James. James this my friend Mr. Terry you will see him here fairly frequently. Do make sure that when he stays that this beautiful car is parked in a safe place. Later I’ll talk to the building super and get a designated spot for it. But that may take a few days to arrange.”

“Yes of course Ma’am. Will the gentleman be staying?”

“No, not today but possibly on Friday night. So please make sure everyone on the staff knows about this car.”

“Of course.”

“Terry, thank you for a wonderful evening last night. I had a blast and I’m looking forward to Friday night. Say six thirty?”

“Yes Julie, that will be fine. It will get us there in time for dinner with Clarissa.”

She held her hand out and on some strange impulse I turned it over and placed an air kiss about one inch above it.

“My, my - such a gentleman. Come, give me a hug. Again thanks for letting me do what I did.”

We hugged to my surprise, she planted short soft kiss on my lips.

“Run along, take care of Clarissa. I’ll see you Friday.”

With that she turned and disappeared behind the door held open by James.

All sorts of wild emotions ran through my head. I was so confused. They sure were playing wild head games with me. It was like I said, I hated the pain from the spikes but was turned on by the rest of the scene that played out last night. Then I thought about my nightmare and shivers went down my spine. I sure hope that they never try to put that into reality.

I was starving when I got home but Clarissa did not give me a chance to grab a bit. All she wanted was my face in her pussy.

“Clarissa please give me a break, I need to call the office and check some e-mails. A sandwich would be nice too. After that I’ll be happy to accommodate you further.”

“Oh alright, I guess I have to let you go but you'll have your work cut out. Hurry up before I change my mind and use the crop to motivate you.”

I thought it was an idle threat but decided to pay it safe and hurry.

So it went. I spend almost all afternoon under her pussy and ass with just short breaks while she caught her breath after each big orgasm.

Eventually she had enough and from that point she totally ignored me. I was happy. My head hurt, I felt jaw muscles I didn’t know I had and my neck was sore too. Also finally the pressure in my CB subsided.

I decided to take a nap and woke up around seven. Time to think about some dinner. So I went looking for Clarissa. Couldn’t find her downstairs or outside so I went up to the bedrooms. The door to our room was closed and when I tried it, it was locked. OK, now what?

I decided to let it go and went back down, fixed myself some soup and a sandwich, grabbed a beer and turned on the TV to watch a classic western. When it was over, I switched channels, watched the 10 o’clock news and went to bed in the other room.

At one point of the night I woke up because someone was chewing on my earlobe.

“Hey lover, wake up.”

I turned towards her and she started to kiss me. It got pretty hot and when I went for her breast, she pushed my hand away.

“From now on you have to ask for permission to touch those.”

I got pissed.

“Well in that case, please leave me be so I can go back to relax. I thought you were my wife and I did not need permission. So please just leave. When you decide to be my wife again let me know and we can talk about things. Nothing in our deal that we both signed says that I can’t touch you.”

“You’re and asshole!”

With that she got up and left the room slamming the door behind her.

Well that went well. I don’t know if I’m going to put up with this stuff much longer.

At first I had trouble falling arelax but eventually I did. I got up and hour earlier than usual, took a shower. Made some coffee, had a simple cereal breakfast and wanted to get dressed when it hit me. All my clothes are in the master bedroom.

Some very interesting twists. This story is getting better and better.

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GH

Thank you GH, I truly appreciate your support.

Luck would have it that in her snit Clarissa forgot to lock the door. So I grabbed what I needed and got dressed. Note to self, move your stuff to the other closet.

I was out of the house before Clarissa got up.

Work was busy and I wound up staying late. I called the house and Clarissa’s cell leaving a message telling her that I was working late and got a bite in town before coming home.

When I got home I walked into a virtual ice box. I tried to walk over to where Clarissa was sitting for our usual hello hug and kiss and she just held her hand up stopping me in my tracks. Not saying a word, went back to reading whatever she had on her lap.

OK, I can play that game too. I grabbed a beer out of the fridge and went upstairs to move my clothes. Well someone had done it for me it was all in a big pile on the floor in the other room.

So I put it all away, sorting out stuff that needed to be ironed because of the treatment it had received. When I went into the master bath to get my shaving stuff I found it, my shampoo and toothbrush in the garbage.

WTF?

I salvaged the shaving stuff and shampoo and found a new tooth brush, a present from our dentist in one of the drawers and moved all of it into the other bathroom.

When I was done, I went back downstairs, ignoring her rule about being naked and went into the office to check on e-mails hoping for an answer from a new potential customer on the west coast. Nothing there.

So I started to do some research on divorce law. Trying to figure out if I needed to do anything special to safe guard my financial future.

I will confirm it with my attorney but things looked pretty simple. The house we lived in was actually owned by my company and I paid rent. Clarissa held 20 percent of the company shares in her name, the rest were in mine and based on what I saw, I could be wrong, the way things were set up she could not touch that.

We had no kids, where making about the same amount of money based on the salary I received. The rest of the profits were reinvested into the company or held as cash reserves. We both had similar retirement packages. Hers was actually worth more at this point because she had been in it longer and I didn’t have one at the beginning because the company couldn’t afford it.

I sent an e-mail to my friend and company attorney and ask him to have his office call me to set up an appointment. That is was permisteral, not company related and probably needed an hour. There was no real urgency so some day next week would be fine.

I shut down the computer and went to bed.

Clarissa

Shit, I got myself into a pickle. I should have never hooked up with Julie. Big mistake. I knew she was a lezzy, so it never occurred to me that I might risk my relationship with Terry.

Well she sure is in the fuckin’ driver seat. I was hooked on her power and the way she rekindled memories of my lesbian experiences during college that I actually offered her the damn key to his CB. Sure I still have one, she insisted for a medical emergency.

I really enjoyed torturing Terry on Wednesday night with her. It was hot and the way I managed to take his safe word away got my pussy flooded like nothing ever before. I guess they are right when they say that power corrupts. I want and need absolute power over Terry. Well if I have to through Julie and abide by her rules for a while so be it. She promised that she would keep Terry chaste, no wanking for him.

Maybe letting her play with him, will open him up to more presentation. I mean in the final analysis he was fine with what happened. Hid didn’t like it much, at least the pain from that spiked CB, but he accepted it in the end.

I’ll have find a way to get around the safe word issue. I can’t ignore it outright but I can try talking him out of it once he uses it. Hmm, that could work.

He really got pissed at me for not letting him hug and kiss me. I’m sure his fragile ego is telling him that I don’t love him any longer. Maybe telling him he could not touch my breast without permission was a bit over the top at least at this point of our relationship.

I wish I knew what that nightmare was all about. If I knew I could probably use it to manipulate him. Use his fears to move him into the direction I want him too. Gonna have to work on trying to find out. Maybe if I get all tender and mushy with him, the super loving and caring wife, I can get him to spill the beans.

I’m sure I’ll get my way eventually. It may take more work than I thought. I’m surprised that he’s handling the chastity thing so well. That boy is always horny and it’s been almost ten days since…

Maybe I shouldn’t have dumped his stuff in the garbage and on the floor. Well too late. I’ll think about apologizing about that. Maybe during dinner in sort of an offhanded way.

“By the way dear, sorry about your stuff. I was just a bit angry with you.”

Yeah, that might work.

Better make nice with him after he gets home from the golf game. Why does the bitch have to like golf. Now she’s going hang with him not only on Fridays – well maybe that will stop once her partner is back home. But the Saturday golf seems to be a sure thing. I should have tried harder but I just couldn’t get into it.

Well, tomorrow is another day, a day I get fucked by some alpha guy. I wonder what it would be like with two of them? Maybe I should check into that. See what turns up tomorrow at the club.

Looks like Terry went off to bed without trying to say goodnight. That’s OK, I’m going to take my toy to bed with me, leave the door open and give him a good “sound track” what tomorrow night could be like.

Terry

I was just dozing off when I heard her carrying on in her room. Sounded like she was double teamed by two guys. Must be playing with her dildo and the sound effects are for my benefit. Have fun dear.

But in reality my heart is aching for the loving caring Clarissa before she morphed into a raving bitch. I get more kindness from a dominant almost stranger who’s a confirmed lesbian and will never let me make love to her the way I do with Clarissa. I’m still hoping that she get over this. Maybe one day some guy will go too far and scare the crap out of her so she’ll forget about the cuckold scheme.

Probably not going to happen but one can hope. I do love the stupid girl. I thought we had the greatest loving relationship ‘til she came up with this crap about needing a dominant alpha male to fuck her. That I was too soft. While she didn’t actually say it, a wimp for giving in to all most of her whims.

I suddenly realized that it had gotten quiet in the other room. Maybe she ran out of steam. If she calls me to come and eat her dildo fucked pussy, am I going to refuse or play the wimp and obey?

Luckily I did not have to make that decision and fell arelax.

Again I got up earlier to avoid Clarissa, however I made enough coffee so she could have some when she came down.

Not exactly a peace offering but what the heck, it was something.

As time got nearer to when I was supposed to pick up Julie, I kept thinking that I really did not want to have dinner with the two of them. Maybe Julie had some answers for me when I told her what had gone on.

I pulled up in front of Julie’s building and James came out.

“Mr. Terry, good evening. I’ll tell Ms Julie you are here. I’m sure she’ll be down shortly. Just stay here. No need to move the car.”

I did get some dirty looks from some resident who had to walk ten steps to the car that was picking him up because I was blocking the spot right in front of the door. I just smiled at him.

I had gotten out of the car and waited for Julie with the passenger side door open.

There she came, a true beauty and she knew it. She wore a just above knee length tight fire engine red dress with modest cleavage and what I guessed to be four inch heels. That made her almost equal to my six foot two.

Bending over her hand like had done when I dropped her off.

“Good evening Ms Julie, you look stunning this evening”.

I saw that James had the biggest grin on his face. With the right kind of light you could have gone blind from the glare of his teeth.

Very quietly I said, “and good enough to eat”.

“Down boy, maybe I’ll let you and maybe not. Let’s get rolling.”

Then I floored her.

“Ms Julie would you like to drive?”

That smile turning into a wide grin melted my heart. I knew I had made a friend for life. Somehow I had guessed correctly that she wanted this but did not know if my subbie streak could accommodate a demand to let her drive the “beast”.

“Are you sure Terry? And yes absolutely.

We walked around to the driver’s side and I opened that door for her. Because of her size there was little need to adjust the setting of the chair.

James now had a stunned look on his face.

“Julie, look at James.”

She saw, laughed and flipped him a bird which had him chuckle and retreat to his station inside the lobby.

I got her buckled in, walked around and got in on the passenger side.

“OK dear lady, take me any place you want but I really rather not go and have dinner with Clarissa.”

“What happened, why not?”

“Better tell me in a hurry so I can decide if I should give in to your request or make you face the music.”

So I gave her the short version of what happened since I left her on Wednesday afternoon.

“That bitch.”

With that she pulled over, stopped the car and got her phone out.

A short text went out to Clarissa.

“Changed mind, dinner and dancing someplace else.”

Then she made a phone call.

“Maurice, this is Ms Julie. Dinner for two in the Dolly Madimister room. I’ll be there in an hour.”

“Thank you, you are a dear.”

“OK my charming prince, you are in for a special treat and if you speak one word of this to anyone, I’ll have no choice but to have you *******ed in a slow and very painful way.”

With that Julie put the car back into gear and off we went never less than 15 miles above the speed limit. Looking at her face I knew she had a blast putting my Mustang through its paces. I’m gonna have to check the tires tomorrow. She’s leaving plenty of rubber on the road but she seemed to know what she was doing. Really working that manual transmission extremely well.

“Terry relax I’ve had road racing training. I won’t bang up your pretty toy.”

I did relax a bit after that comment.

I had lost track of where we were after we pulled off the interstate. A number of turns on some back roads got us to a drive way and a gate but no clue about what was behind it. Julie pressed an APP on her phone and it opened. After maybe half a mile we pulled up in front of a three story building in the Greek revival style with columns rising up to the bottom of the third story that had been so popular on southern plantations.

Julie pulled into a parking slot right next to the entrance when some flunky in some uniform walked up in a huff. I guess he was going to tell her that she couldn’t park there.

I had to smile, he virtually almost tripped over his feet and came to attention.

“Sorry, Ms Julie, I didn’t expect you in a car like this.”

This car belongs to my friend here, Mr. Terry. I expect you to take extreme care when you park it. Even better, tell Mr. Jones to have reserved spot for him by the pro shop. I expect to play golf with him.

“Yes Ma’am, I’ll tell him first thing in the morning. I’ll note down the plate number and make of the car.”

“Sir, that is a very hot car.”

“Thank you Mark.”

“Come Terry, let’s go inside and I’ll tell you were you are.”

The lobby had a reception desk like you would find in an upscale hotel as well as a presently unoccupied concierge desk. A grand stair case went up to the second floor but I suspect that behind it were some hidden elevators.

“This way Terry.”

Julie pulled me towards a pair of French doors that opened as we tripped some sort of sensor.

“Good evening Ms Julie, Sir.”

“Hello Maurice. How are you? How are the kids?”

“Very well, thank you. Karen will start college this year and Christine will next year.”

“Maurice, you know about the special scholarships the foundation has available. Karen can apply at the end of her freshmen year. As I recall she has a partial scholar ship based on her performance in the science classes in high school and some advanced placement courses that she took. That is the kind of student we are looking for. But I’m starving, we can talk about that later.”

“Ma’am, your dining room is ready. Please follow me”

Maurice led us to door off to the side from the main dining room. Over the door it did say “Dolly Madimister”.

He held the door open for us and we entered a room with a table able to accommodate eight people and off to one side was a sitting area with a couple of couches and a coffee table. It looked like a typical dining room living room combination in an upper middle class home.

Maurice pulled out a chair at the head of the dining table for Julie and then one for me to her right.

“Would you like a cocktail? Maybe some oysters for starters. I hear they are extra nice today.”

“Maurice I’ll have my usual but Mr. Terry will be driving later on. So he’ll skip the cocktail and have just have a glass of wine with dinner.”

“Sir, Ms Julie is going to have a Bloody Mary. Maybe you’ll join her with a Virgin Mary?”

“That sounds fine Maurice. Thank you for suggesting that and yes please bring us two dozen oysters.”

Julie clearly was in charge. I didn’t mind at all. This was all very exciting. It was clear that this was a very special place.

“Oh and please tell the chef, whatever he thinks is good enough for us will be fine with us.”

“Terry, if it is red meat, what would be your preference in regards to doneness?

“I like my beef ‘black and blue’. In other words rare.”

Ma’am, Sir, I’ll see to it immediately. Please enjoy your evening.”

“So Julie, what is this place?”

"Terry, this is the Lady’s equivalent to Augusta National minus a tournament. Only ladies can be members. Males can only play if invited and accompanied on the course by a member. Right now we have 283 members. At one point, as recently as this winter we talked about opening the course up to a LPGA tournament. To create something like the Masters for ladies. But at the end we decided by a vote of 279 to 4 to stay under the radar.”

Julie chuckled.

“The votes in favor came from the four Pro Golfers who are members here.”

“WOW. I had no clue this place existed.”

“Well now you know why I threatened you with death of the very painful sort if you ever tell a soul about this. The land the course is on is still my property. The food and beverage operation as well as lodging is run by a company owned by the foundation.”

I looked at her.

“Yes all but four members are not local so there are twenty suites in this building and there is another one with twenty more connected to the back of this one via breeze way.”

At that point two servers entered the room, one with our takes, the other with the oysters. An assortment of West Coast, Chesapeake Bay and Nova Scotia oysters.

We were in for a treat.

This keeps on getting more interesting Timmy. Don't know how you do it but I'm glad that you are. Thanks.

An incredibly imaginative twist.

Thanks

GH

Peak and GH thank you. I truly appreciate you thoughts.

GH, I though you might get a kick out that bit last bit.