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

Timmy

Your plot just keeps getting more imaginative. This is very good story telling.

Thank you

GH

Timmy,
I seem to follow dear old GH like a distant echo, but I can only agree with him. I feel sure that this story is being treasured by an army of strangely silent readers. It certainly deserves to be.

GH and Peak you have me blushing. Thank you very much for the compliments. I really appreciate them.

After a while,

“hey I need a break and something to take. But you were right this is fun.”

“OK, come along to the juice bar. I’ll introduce you to my friends.”

“Hey Walt, how’s going. Please meet my friend Ms Julie. Where is your lovely bride?”

“Hey boss, slumming tonight?”

“Haven’t seen you around here for a while and where is Clarissa? I sure enjoy doing the Quick Step with her when she graces our lowly abode.”

“Clarissa has something more important to do, so my dear friend here agreed to stand in for her. Based on what I learned the last few dances, I think she could keep up with you.”

“Hey Terry, where is Clarissa and who is your guest?”

“Hi Alicia, this lovely lady is Julie and is standing in for Clarissa who seems to have something better to do.”

“Trouble in paradise? Are you…?”

“Nice to meet you both and no it’s not Terry’s fault.”

“Oh”

“I’ll tell you some other time parts of the story. We are here to have some fun.”

“Julie, what would you like to take? You did say that you were thirsty.”

“How about some water please.”

“I’ll have the same.”

I pulled out a five spot but Walt pushed it away.

“You are a partner, you don’t pay. Now if we had that beer and wine license it would be a different story, I would make you pay .”

“What is the problem? Terry said something about the city giving you trouble out in the car.”

“Let’s go into the office if you are really interested. It’s quieter there.”

“Sure am.”

Alicia, Julie and I went into the office where Alicia explained in more details about the city’s plan to get a developer into the area to bring in some shops, improve the existing housing stock and according to them our place doesn’t fit into the scheme of things. I think they want to tear this building down and replace it with a movie house or something like it.

Julie got more and more agitated as Alicia went on.

“What’s the matter Julie, you seem to get upset.”

“Those redy morons. I’ll have their butts on Monday.”

Both, Alicia and I looked puzzled.

“Look I’m truly sorry. I had no idea what those jerks were doing. I’ll fix it on Monday. There will be no danger to your place.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Alicia, my foundation is behind the redevelopment plan for this neighborhood. We want to establish a mix of affordable housing and housing for middle income families. The plan calls for a super market but also a number of Mom and Pop kind of businesses that are the core of any thriving urban neighborhood. Your place is exactly what we are looking for. It’s like an anchor store at the mall. Other business will flock around it because it brings in cliental from other areas of the city.”

“I can guarantee you that you’ll have your cabaret license within a couple of months. There may be some issues with the building. We are trying to upgrade the area but also preserve existing buildings. I don’t know what this place looks like during daylight. But that is not a big deal. Give me your card and I’ll have someone get in touch with you on Monday. The foundation has grant money for renovation of exteriors to fit into the overall plan. If you need one of those, I’ll make sure you get it but there will be price.”

“Price?”

“Yes, one night a week – you pick it – you’ll have to open from 7 PM to 11 PM exclusively for teenagers. (chuckling) you probably will have to make some compromises regarding the music and get some security so that no one smuggles any ***** in here. Oh and it has to be free for the kids. They’ll have pay for their sodas, but no entry fee.”

“Oh I like that idea. I’ll be happy to work that out. We actually had been approached by a local garage band, wondering if they could play here every so often. I had to tell them no because without the license we can’t have any live music here.”

“Alicia, looks like we solved your problems. Time to go back out and shake a leg. We are not staying too long I have a tee time in the morning and Julie is going to play with us.”

“Whoa, she is going to play with Doc, George and you? Julie don’t let them talk you into any of their fancy bets that no one but them understands. Walt played once with them. They took him for a couple of hundred bucks and he’s not a bad golfer and certainly not stupid when it comes to money.”

Julie looked at me.

“What? Just a few friendly little wagers among friends. I certainly pay him enough so that he could afford it. He could have said no.”

“And never hear the end of it, you guys telling him at every occasion what a wuzz he is for not betting with you. Yeah right.”

Alicia wasn’t really angry but not also not really happy either.

“You are on your own among those wolves, but don’t say you haven’t been warned. But Terry is right you came here to dance and I better relieve Walt at the juice bar.”

“Again, thank you Julie for willing to help us. We were running out of options. We both love this place and it would have been a shame to tear this place down and replace it with a movie house.”

“I like your idea of a free night for the kids. I’m thinking Tuesdays or Thursdays. Maybe try one first for a month, then the other. See which has the better crowd and go with that.”

Alicia got up and gave Julie a hug.

“Thank you, I apologize for all the nasty things I’ve said about you. No not you permisterally, just whoever was behind this whole development scheme. No one ever explained it to us. If they had and given us a chance to explain our vision, we might not have had all this hassle this last year.”

With that we were back out having a great time ballroom dancing.

At midnight, we said goodnight to Alicia and Walt and left.

“Want to drive again?”

“No you drive. I’m tired. I thought I was in good shape but it became clear that I have to work on endurance if I want to keep up with you.”

We pulled up in front of Julie’s building.

“Did you bring your stuff like I told you to?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Good boy, get it and give Tony here the keys. He’ll take care of your car. You have a reserved spot in the garage. It will be safe. What time do you want to leave?”

“That depends on you. We have a 9:00 o’clock tee time. I usually get there by 7:30 have breakfast, hit a few balls and do a little putting. If you’re OK with that, we should leave no later than seven.”

“You heard the man Tony, have the car out front at seven. Have a good night.”

“Yes Ms Julie, you have a good night too.”

I grabbed my stuff and we headed for the elevators.

“The rumor mills are going run at warp speed. You are the first guy ever that I’ve brought home, never mind had him stay overnight.”

“This is actually fun.”

We entered her apartment and she came over and gave me a hug.

“Thank you for a great evening. This was really fun and I’m going to ream those jerks new ones on Monday.”

“But now you will immediately morph from Prince Charming into slave boy terry. Strip and get down on your knees and wait here facing the door. Do not turn around when you hear me coming or I’m going to hurt you. I have to get your hood.”

I did what I had been told and actually was happy to slip into the subbie mode. This is turning into a really great night.

“Good boy, here comes the hood.”

She slipped the hood over my head. It was different. It was longer and covered my neck. Then there was another sensation, something hard went around my neck. Not tight enough to restrict breathing but tight enough for me to know it was there. Then there was a click.

“Go ahead boy, touch it. It’s a slave collar. This hood is longer than the one we used the other night. The collar will prevent you from taking it off. It will stay on all night. House rules, at least for now.”

“Stand up. Are you going to be a good boy, not put your hands where they are not wanted? Don’t speak, just nod and won’t restrain your hands. I want two orgasms from you. You have my permission to touch and kiss every part of my body below my belly button. Got that?”

I almost spoke but a squeeze on my balls reminded me not to and I just nodded.

Then I got another surprise. Julie pressed herself against my back – she was naked and I clearly could feel her rock hard nipples against my skin. Every fiber in my body shivered in excitement and my dick tried its very best to bust out of the CB.

She reached around and grabbed my nipples.

“Hmm, you didn’t think I would let you get away without a little pain did you now? And gave them a couple of vicious twists.

I just hissed and moaned even though I really wanted yell “ouch”.

“Good boy, one more time.”

Another vicious twist. Then she backed off from me and walked a few step away. I could hear her heels on the hard wood floor. Then I not really saw, more felt a flash going off through the hood.

I flinched.

“You noticed. For my scrap book. I take pictures of all my lowly male victims. Usually in some form of painful bondage. But you hooded, with my slave collar and that CB is different. It will amuse Liza when I show it to her. I’ll have to think about sending it to Clarissa, but maybe not. It might be more difficult for her having to speculate what I did with you. So don’t talk about what we did. Just tell her we had dinner and danced at Alicia’s place.”

“Now come along, you have to please your Queen.”

She grabbed my dick and I had no choice but to follow.

I liked her choice of words. Queen fitted her perfectly and it got me away from the Princess and Goddess thing I use for Clarissa.

I started with feather light kisses on one foot then slowly moved up. A few planted on her pussy, then down the other side. By that time I had her panting. Then there was pulling on the hood. Another innovation. There seems to be a handle on top of my head.

“Enough foreplay, get busy slave. We don’t have all night long.”

So I went to work, having my hands free helped immensely and it didn’t take me very long to send her off into a screaming orgasm. That surprised me because back at home earlier in the week, they were much quieter. Maybe I’ll ask about that. Learn what sent her over the edge like that.

“OK slave, you did good. Now take your time and do it one more time.”

That’s what I did. It took longer and was more enjoyable for me. I was learning to “fly blind”. To gauge her reactions be feeling them rather than being able to see. It was little things like clenching her thighs around my head. Not the bone crushing kind. I remember those. No little twitches, then there was her clit that seemed to take on a life of its own, things like that.

Well the result was the same and suddenly I found myself on the floor after being pushed off the bed by her feet.

“Slave you did good. Time to put you to bed. Get up.”

There was the grip on my dick and I followed like a lamb.

Suddenly I felt cool tiles rather than the carpet.

“Here is what’s going to happen. As a slave, I can’t have you in my bed or even in the same room. I’m going to chain you to the toilet. It’s right here.”

She took my hand and let me feel it.

“You better sit down while using it or you’ll make a mess.”

I heard the rattling of a chain and the click of a lock.

“There now you are secure and won’t be able to attack me. Don’t worry it’s long enough for you to move around in here. Get down on your knees and start crawling in the direction you are facing.”

She turned me a bit.

“Now.”

After a couple of moves I hit something soft.

“That is a doggie bed. I got it for you to relax on. It’s big enough for a Great Dane so it should be OK for you if you curl up. There is a blanket next to you if you should get cold. See dear, I take good care of my pets. I’m going to leave you now so you can pee in privacy. Good night boy. You did really, really good tonight. I’ll wake and release you in time so can shower. I’m sure you don’t mind relaxing with my juices in your face.”

There was a silver bell like chuckle and then I heard a door close.

I was alone with my feelings and confusion. I really had a great time and the coincidence that Julie’s foundation was behind my friend’s trouble with the city and her promise to fix it was icing on the cake.

I really liked the way Julie put me into my place once we got inside her apartment. She was clearly in control but there was no meanness. Sure she squeezed my balls but that was just to get my attention, not to really hurt me. The same with the nipple twists. I think I could really enjoy that kind of presentation. I still would love to see her when I service her but I don’t think it will ever happen. But one never knows. Maybe down the line. I have this strange feeling that she’ll never be out of my life.

Maybe with her support I can survive the breakup with Clarissa if it should happen.

With that thought I fell arelax.

Timmy

Another nice addition and I'm eager to read Clarissa's reaction to all of this.

Thanks again

GH

As one of the mostly silent majority can I add my very grateful voice. It's a fantastic story. Loving reading it and dying to know how it ends up.

Part of me thinks she's gonna end up out on her ear, but having been in a not dissimilar situation and come out the other side stronger I know anything could happen.

Meantime it's turning me on something fierce as well as drawing me in.

timmy, i must admit when i first started reading this it wasn't exactly "my cup of tea". i'm glad i continued reading though as it has taken some excellent twist and turns and is developing into a really great story. I must echo mykey's sentiments.. it is drawing me in as well. i look forward to your next installments. Thanks for writing it

There you go ..

GH, thanks a always.

Mykey, thank you for your comments. They are appreciated.

Subchard thank you for hanging in there.

Peak as always thanks.

After this segment I'm taking a break for a few days Got some model train stuff to do this weekend.

“Hey relaxy head wake up.”

A foot was gently nudging my side.

“Time to unlock you and let you clean up.”

I had to blink my eyes when she removed the hood after unlocking the chain and collar.

Once I could focus I saw Julie already dressed in her golf attire, wearing her hair in a pony tail and minimal make-up.

“My Queen, you look beautiful this morning. I hope you had a good night’s relax, short as it was.”

She stroked my cheek and shivers went down my spine and my dick hardened not only from the need to relieve myself.

“Thank you boy, yes I did. I was completely satisfied and relaxed after your last ministration. Knowing that you were safely locked up in here added to that pleasurable feeling. There are towels over there. Hurry up and get cleaned up. I have some coffee and juice waiting and then we better get moving.”

With that she left me alone. I found my little overnight bag on the floor next to the door. So I did my thing, showered and shaved, got dressed in my golf attire and headed out to find Julie.

“Over here pet, in the kitchen.”

“So how did you relax on your new bed? That’s where you’ll be every time you stay over. Maybe one day without the chain and if you turn out to be who I think you are I might even grant you permission to move it into my bedroom after having pleased me exceptionally well.”

We finished our coffee and I packed the clothes from yesterday and put my bag next to the door.

“Come Terry let’s go and play some golf. My clubs are in a locker off the lobby. Tony will get them for me.”

When we got down stairs Tony pulled up with my car.

“Sir, that is one sweet ride.”

Tony, please get my clubs out of the locker.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

Within minutes we were off to the country club. I pulled up by the bag drop and my two buddies were already waiting.

Both were standing there wide eyed when Julie got out of the car. They knew who she was not only from the local paper but also various charity events both attended.

Doc is the chief medical officer at the local hospital and George the president of the same institution which had benefitted on occasion from the foundation.

“So that is the mystery guest you sly dog.”

Both came over to greet Julie.

“I believe you know each other so let’s go and get something to eat because I’m starving.”

“Why dear? Didn’t I feed you enough last night?”

There was a very mischievous glint in Julie’s eyes and my two buddies just stood there with their mouth open. I knew I was in for serious third degree type of interrogation very soon.

The caddy took our bags and I went to park the car. They have a special spot reserved for me that protects it from accidental balls.

When I got back Julie was in an animated conversation with the two guys that sort of died as soon as got into ear shot. Wonder what that was all about.

“So what were you talking about? Why stop when I got here?”

“Nothing special dear Terry, just plotting how to make your wallet a little lighter. You know trying to protect myself from the same fate that Walt…”

The guys just laughed.

“Terry, you are in deep cuckolds brownie today. This beautiful lady is going to clean your clock and we are going to sit back and watch. See we told her that each of us would triple the amount she wins from you and write a check for it to the part of the foundation that sponsors the new youngren’s wing at our hospital.”

“Yes Terry, nothing fancy, just a Fifty Dollar Nassau. Two out of three wins it all. My winnings go to the hospital too. But since I haven’t played for quite some time we both get to use our handicap. They told me you have a ‘three’. Mine is or maybe was a ‘ten’. We’ll hand our card to the Pro and he can figure out the winner.”

“Deal?”

“Deal and I’ll triple what I win from you and give it to the hospital.”

“But now let’s eat. I need to do a little practice putting.”

Breakfast was quick. The club has a buffet set up and we were out on the range with plenty of time to practice. I concentrated on pitching and putting but did watch Julie bang out a couple of nice long and straight shots with her driver.

I was up at the turn but then Julie had found her stride and after the Pro calculated the handicaps, she had won the second nine and beat me by one stroke on the 18 holes.

The guys couldn’t have been happier if they had won the lottery. Seeing me lose to Julie was the highlight of the year for them. Both of them are good golfers in their own right but only have beaten me on two or three occasions over the last three years.

With the greatest joy, they each handed Julie a check for 450 bucks.

Julie looked at me expectantly.
“What?”

“Where is yours?”

“You won the front nine. You said you’d triple your winnings and give it to the hospital.”

“Oh that, here take this.”

Julie’s eyes opened wide. I had handed her a check for 1500 bucks instead of the 150 I had to pay according to our agreement.

“Looks like he trumped you boys again.”

There was general laughter and merrymaking as we went our separate ways.

Our bags were standing next to my car so I popped the trunk and loaded them.

Julie sensed something.

“What’s the matter Terry? It’s like a cloud came over you.”

“I don’t want to go home. I don’t want this day to end. I’ve been on a high from the time you took me to your club ‘til now.”

“I don’t know what to expect at home. Like I said I don’t want this to end.”

“You know Terry, it was special for me too and I promise you there will be other days like it.”

“Come on let’s go to your place and see how things are. If it sucks and you can’t deal with it you can come home with me.”

Smiling “your doggie bed will always be there for you.”

“My Queen, may I ask you a question?”

“Of course pet, you can ask but I decide if I want to answer or not.”

I took a deep breath, hesitated then just plunged in.

“Your orgasms last night, they seemed different from those earlier in the week. You were much louder. Even when you were alone with Clarissa it didn’t sound the same.”

“You are right pet. They were different. To tell you the truth I enjoyed last night much more. For one thing I was no longer angry. See when you were working on me I tried to fight it. I didn’t want to cum. I wanted to stay ‘pure’. No lowly male could ever make me cum. Well I lost that battle and you paid the price. I’m not sorry about hurting you. But I’m sorry for taking away the chance of using your safe word. So when Clarissa and I were getting it on, I was still angry for losing the bet.”

“What you experienced last night is the real me. I was relaxed. I had come to terms with myself that it would be OK to be pleasured by you. That it would be OK for you to receive pleasure from serving me. I didn’t give up control and I was secure in the knowledge that no matter what I do to you short of inflicting really serious pain, you would accept it because it would please me. I felt that yesterday – the moment you walked into my apartment – you surrendered to me. You may not have realized that yourself but I was convinced that you were totally mine the moment I put that slave collar around your neck.”

“Think about it, go deep into the recesses of your mind. Look for the truth there and I think you’ll find that I’m right.”

That was a disturbing thought. Was I really heading that way. Was Julie bewitching me? What about my love for Clarissa?

Well all those thoughts had to wait. We just pulled into our drive.

When we walked into the house Clarissa got up out of my chair – her throne and ignoring me headed for Julie.

Clarissa looked stunning. All she had on was a long tee shirt, not one of mine. This one was new. It was formfitting molded tightly around her lush breasts and her nipples where struggling with the fabric the same way my dick was with the CB when I saw her. It came maybe four or five inches below her ass and I was certain that if she bent over all of it would be on full display. Add to that her trademark heels and you had a woman just oozing seduction and sex. Just not sure if it was for my benefit or Julie’s.

They embraced and wound up in one of those tongue wrestling matches that I so loved to do with Clarissa.

When they finally broke apart

“Hi Terry, why are you still dressed and why are you not in the kitchen working on lunch. The menu is on the fridge.”

“Hold it Clarissa. It’s Terry’s decision if he wants to strip or not. Certainly not on my account. As to lunch. I don’t want anything fancy. You and I will fix lunch while Terry cleans my clubs.”

There was no need for that. I knew that they had been cleaned by the staff at the club while we were having a take after the round at the 19th hole.

Looks like the power struggle between the two of them was back on. As a gesture of wanting to keep peace I stripped, then got the clubs out of my car and took them and some cleaning supplies out to the patio.

I just finished up cleaning the clubs when the two of them came out with a tray of sandwiches, two glasses of wine and one with water.

“Sorry Terry I tried to get you a beer but there was none cold. Clarissa says that you are no longer allowed holy water in this house.”

“You’ll have to take that issue up with her after I’m gone. Come join us.”

“I’ll be right back. Just want to wash my hands.”

I was fuming. Clarissa is pushing it. Is she trying to break me? Does she want me to call the safe word? I no longer know that girl.

“So tell me Terry where did you go? I was pretty pissed that you two stood me up for dinner. Did you have a hissy fit about the way I treated you – you deserved it – and Julie felt sorry for you?”

Julie spoke up.

“I just didn’t feel like going to that club. I find the meals there boring and wanted something different.”

“So where did you go? Maybe I would have enjoyed it too.”

“No you wouldn’t have. We went to some little shack out in the boonies (Julie almost fetishd on her sandwich) where they serve nothing but wild natural meats. You know bimister, elk, boar or pheasant. I know you hate that kind of stuff.”

“Yeah, you are right I don’t care for ‘road *******’ hillbilly cooking.”

Now both Julie and I had a hard time not to laugh when she referred to last night’s gourmet dinner as hillbilly cooking.

“After dinner we went dancing at Alicia’s and Walt’s place. They both said hi and that they missed you. By the way, it looks like their trouble with the city will be over. It turned out that the foundation is behind the redevelopment plans for that neighborhood and Julie feels that their ball room can be a real asset. She’s going to take it up with her staff and get it all settled.”

“That is great. They are nice people and don’t deserve the hassle they’ve been subjected to.”

“Maybe one day, once I have settled on a more or less permanent lover we can go there, you know ‘double date’. I’d love the idea of explaining our new and improved relationship to the two of them.”

That’s when I blew my cork.

“The hell you will – NEVER AGAIN!”

There it was, the safe word that ended it all.

Clarissa and Julie looked stunned.

“Wait babe, don’t…”

I cut her off.

“No YOU wait.”

I was shouting and losing control. Julie put a hand on my arm as I tried to get up and…

“Terry please calm down. Please explain what is happening here.”

“The jerk called the ultimate safe word stopping everything. Ruining everything.”

“I’m not the one who is ruining things around here. You are.”

I had gotten myself back under control but just barely.

“You agreed to be totally discreet, to never flaunt this in front of friends or business associates. That’s why you go and fuck at a club and hotel the other side of town where we are 99 percent sure none of those will show up there. You try to pull that kind of crap you just talked about and we are done for good.”

I got up and left them there to go and take a shower. My trust and confidence in Clarissa living up to the agreement took a big hit.

When I got out of the shower Julie was sitting on my bed.

“She went too far, didn’t she?”

“Sure did. That is a deal breaker. I’m done with this.”

“Terry, don’t do anything rash. She’s going to take me home. I’ll try to knock some sense into her. Remember what I said to you. I’ll stand by you but try to work this out. See if there is a chance for you two. Try to see it through for the agreed three months.”

“Come give me hug. Promise that you’ll stay calm and try to make this work. I’ll talk to you during the week after I’ve calmed down from all the make-up sex with the love o my life who’s coming home tomorrow.”

We hugged and Julie gave me quick soft kiss on the lips.

“Be good my pet.”

This she emphasized with a quick squeeze of my balls. That woman was a witch. I was ready to die for her if that made her happy. Yes I’ll wait for Clarissa’s return. See how things are going. I know we need to talk.

Timmy

This keeps getting better and better. I can't wait for Terry and Clarissa's conversation.

Thanks

GH

Timmy,
I keep waiting for the view down the straight when you get round the next bend. But its just another bend! Its a story of cuck denial alright - except its us you are keeping in denial! Positively brilliant. I await the release of the model station master. Enjoy ..

timmy, I must apologize for not commenting recently, but it wasn't for lack of appreciation of this great story; it was for lack of opportunity to read it. As you know, I just haven't been able to stop in as often as I would like. On the plus side, that allowed me to read several segments in one very enjoyable sitting tonight, and to get about half-way caught up.

I can only say wow - and thanks! You've been very prolific since your recovery, a veritable Nora Roberts or Louis L'Amour of erotica, busily cranking out page after page of great reading for your fans. Don't know how you do it!

Speaking of other authors, it strikes me that your stories tend to walk on the darker side of the emotions and struggles of the cuckold or BDSM lifestyle than do GH's or my own. We both seem to be more the Pollyannas of porn, never able to keep it darkly emotional or painful for very long without lightening it up with a little soft love or gentle humor. You draw us in and forward Stephen King-style, waiting to see what next befalls our heros, what other dark thoughts, evil twists, and mental ***s wait around the next bend of the tale. It's very different, but very good and extremely compelling. Also, it works, because you seem able to do it without going over the cliff like some others that have tried it! You just keep up your dark, King-like prose to offset our little Dean Koontz uplifting moments. It's making for a very captivating story.

I agree with stormy. It's deliciously dark but without the rather silly and then they castrated me kind of extreme that always ruins it for me. 

I like a story to remain true to what people are like. It's ok to suspend disbelief now and then, but if the way characters are acting is always totally against human nature then I cannot enjoy myself. Your characters push those boundaries deliciously without ever overstepping them. 

For me this story is reminiscent of Pippa and Harry. Edgy and exploring a new lifestyle which is running ahead fast. Almost out of control. An exciting roller coaster. I'm not surprised the poor guy isn't in his comfort zone! But we would all, in our fantasies, love to be in his place. 

GH and Peak thank you very much for your very nice comments.

Stormy, you have my blushing, comparing me to Stephen King.

Mykey, thank you very much for your kind words.

I was emotionally and physically drained so I slipped under the sheet and went to relax.

Clarissa

On the way to her condo, Julie read me the riot act.

“Damn girl are you stupid? Do you want him to walk out on you? If yes, just tell him you’re done. Don’t play with him. He doesn’t deserve that. He’ll give you his last dime, the shirt of his back, anything you ask but you have to leave him his dignity and some resemblance of male pride intact.”

“You pull another stunt like you did earlier with talking about outing his being a cuckold and he’s gone and I for one will support him any way I can.”

“It’s up to you to repair his trust and heart. Both are damaged, not the point where they can’t be fixed but it’s going to be rough. My suggestion is to cool this stupid cuckolding thing for a week, go away some place for the weekend, leave the CB home and fuck each other’s brains out.”

“That’s the last thing I’ll say on this. Well maybe not. He promised to try to hang in there ‘till your three months trial is up but if he walks before that, I know he’s had a really good reamister and I’m coming after your slutty ass.”

I was stunned. No one, I mean no one had ever dared to talk to me like that.

The rest of the ride took place in icy silence. When we pulled up in front of her place, I popped the trunk so the door flunky could grab her golf stuff and as soon as he closed it I was out there.

That bitch, well she’s gonna be busy for the next few days making up all the lost sex with her love and after that she’ll be to pooped. Maybe she’ll forget about us, stay out of our lives. Not. I know wishful thinking.

Well at least maybe she’ll forget about the golf next Saturday or it rains cats and dogs and I can continue hubbie’s training.

I don’t know how it happened but I wound up in front of a little park. I got a coffee, if you want to call it that from some little place, walked across and found a secluded bench to do some thinking.

I knew I screwed up. I should have been nice to Terry and soothe his bruised ego instead I let my stupid mouth run away and say the one thing that I said I would never do. I know I would never out him to his friends. I love him too much and I know he’d bolt like greased lightning if I ever did embarrass him like that. I have to be careful.

I’ve been talking to this guy on line. Supposed to be a “bull” a term in cuck circles for the alpha male who controls not only the wife but also the cuck.

He gave me some ideas. So the idea of a weekend of reconciliation with lots of hot sex is not going to happen. I’m not going to give any release ‘til the last possible day under that stupid agreement. Now I wish, I never had come up with that idea. It gives Terry some leverage. Shit, cuckolds brownie, cuckolds brownie.

Well I better get home, face the music and be a lovie dovie wife. Sooth his wounded stupid male pride.

When I pulled into the garage and walked into the house every thing was quiet. No Terry, at least not down stairs. His cars were both in the garage and his wallet and keys were in there usual spot. I looked outside. Not on the patio or the pool.

Better look upstairs.

There he was the SOB relaxing like a baby. Immediately evil thoughts flashed through my brain. I have him where I want him. I know we need to talk but under my terms.

If I can secure his hand so that he can’t run off I can make him listen to reamister – my version of reamister. Not his, not the bitch Julie’s.

I took my shoes and tee shirt off and put on the sexiest bra I owned. Had to fish it out of the laundry and it had cum stains on it. Good.

Then I grabbed the silk ropes out of our toy chest, looped one around his hand, not too tight to wake him and secured the other end on the bed post cleat. The loop around his wrist would tighten as soon as he tried to move that arm. Next the other one.

He grunted – I held my breath – but he didn’t wake up.

I carefully walked around to the other side of the bed and laid the rope behind the bed post. Now all I had to do is pull really hard, stretch his arm and flip him over on his back in the process, loop the rope around the post a couple of times to keep him pulling the rope out of my hand. With the friction around the post I was sure I could hold him and secure the end just like on the other side.

Ready, set pull.

Terry exploded when he got yanked around.

“What the fuck!”

But I was too quick for him. He started struggling but there was not enough slack in the ropes to slip one of them over the wrist.

“Terry calm down. I’m going downstairs and fix myself a cup of tea. Hopefully by the time I get back here you’ve calmed down enough and we can talk.”

I left him ranting and raving as I closed the door to the room behind me.

Pretty soon it got quiet. I had my tea and went back up.

Terry glared at me but stayed quiet. It was clear that he was still agitated and I had to be careful with my words and actions.

Stepping into the bathroom, I got a wash cloth, ran cold water over it and squeezed it almost dry.

Sitting on his bed I started to first wipe his sweaty forehead cleverly pushing by boobs together to emphasize the cleavage and then his chest.

I repeated the process one more time and neither of us said a word.

I threw the washcloth into the bathroom from where I was sitting and started.

“Terry I apologize for tying you up. But we need to talk and I can’t have you running away to your ‘good fairy’ Julie when things get uncomfortable.”

“I know I made some mistakes this week. And the one earlier today was a whopper. I’m truly sorry. I hope that you know me well enough to know that I would never out you like that. You may have trouble believing it but I love you and only you.”

“I treated you like cuckolds brownie when I should have been nice to you after our mid week session with Julie. I guess I got the wrong vibes from you. You were so accepting with all the cuckolds brownie we put you through that I got the idea that you liked it. That it was a turn on and you wanted it to continue.”

“Regarding my action earlier this afternoon, I was angry, jealous of the two of you.”

“Jealous?”

“Yes damn it, jealous. It was clear that two of you had a great time Friday night and this morning while my Friday night went straight into the crapper.”

“Tell me about it, make me understand because right now I’m still ready to dump this whole thing and get on with my life.”

That scared me. What did he mean by that? Get on with his life? Divorce? Gotta be extra careful now.

“Babe, the guy I hooked up with was a total loser. I mean he sent out all the right vibes down in the bar and even up in the room. He had a nice ‘package’ and was in overall good shape. I thought that maybe I had a winner. So I gave him my patented ‘mouth hug’ and he came like a fountain.”

After that I was so ready to get fucked, you know, take me, throw me onto that bed and fuck me ‘til I cried uncle. Did not happen. It took almost 45 minutes to get the bastard hard enough so that he could get his dick into my pussy, then he came in no time flat and after that he was done. So I sent him packing and had to use my dildo to get myself off. What a wasted evening. I think that if you had been in that room next to mine, I would have found a way to get your CB off and had you fuck me silly. That’s how horny and unfulfilled I was at that moment.”

“So babe, I’m really frustrated and would really, really love it if I could ride your face. Please.”

That sat him back on his proverbial heels. I never ever said please when I needed his tongue in my pussy.

“We can talk after that some more. I’ll be much calmer and relaxed if you get me off a couple of times. Please.”

There is was one more time, the please.

He smiled a bit, the first time since he came home from golf. Actually the first time since he walked into the house on Thursday night and I rebuffed him.

“OK Clarissa, being locked into this blasted CB I understand the need for some gratification. So go ahead. I’ll do my best.

“Terry I love you, you are the best and the greatest.”

And before he could say anything more, I planted first a kiss and then my pussy on his face.

After several orgasms I needed a break so I snuggled up against Terry and started to lick my juices off his face while playing with his nipple, not really pinching hard for maximum pain, more playful.

I know that turns him on and I was right because he started to breath more deeply. I sure even to its maximum extension, the CB was getting pretty tight.

“Look babe, I know I screwed up. I hope that we can work this out. I’ll listen to your concerns and if you really want to pull the plug, I’ll have to be OK with it but I really hope that we can keep this going.”

“Clarissa, I don’t know. I’m so confused. I was not happy with the way you treated me after our night with Julie. I was disappointed. I feel that you really had no serious regrets about taking away my possibility to use the safe word. I know you said you were sorry but it did not feel like you really meant it. Maybe if you had shown me some TLC I would feel different.”

“I just can’t understand why you are doing what you are doing. From what you’ve told me, every time you went out to get fucked it was some sort of bust. Some, like last night worse than the earlier ones.”

“Why continue, why take the big risk. You know how I feel about you. All my insecurities. You are not helping those at all. For ten years plus I thought we had the greatest relationship in the world. I was happy and thought you were too. Obviously I am wrong. You seem to feel that something is lacking. I still don’t believe your story that that lunch set this whole thing in motion. I think it has been festering in you for a long time. Maybe part of it is my fault for going along with the Domme/sub games we’ve played. Maybe it gave you and still gives you a false sense of where my head is.”

“Yes I enjoyed them, still do but I can do without them too. You know just have the great hot sex life – at least in my view – that we’ve had all this time.”

“To be frank, you haven’t said anything earth shattering that could make me change my mind about stopping this whole thing. Maybe you should try being honest with me and most importantly with yourself.”

To say that I was stunned by Terry’s comments was an understatement.

He really wasn’t buying my line of reamistering. Just didn’t believe me. Now what? I had to gain some time.

“Babe, do you think that for the moment we could have sort of a truce. You know, not make any permanent decisions.”

“I think that both of us need to reflect on what we have said here today. While we are doing that, I promise to be the most caring and loving wife for you that I can be short of letting you out of that CB. Please babe. Let’s see how the week goes. We can take this topic up any time one of us wants to and revisit.”

“You may not believe me right now but I truly regret my actions this week. I was stupid. I risked losing the love of my life by an uncaring attitude. Not realizing that I was hurting you. That things had gone out of control.”

“So please babe, are we good for now, a status quo for a bit before you make a final decision to let the safe word stand or not?”

“OK, for the moment status quo will do but if you don’t release me from these bonds right now and do mean NOW, not 10 or 30 minutes later I’m going to pee in this bed. The result of that will be that I go into the garage and cut off the CB because as I have said before and I’m firm on that I’m not relaxing in OUR room with that redy thing on.”

“The CB will stay off ‘til you have bought a new mattress and linens for this bed.”

I knew he was serious, so I quickly untied him and left the room while he bolted for the bathroom .

The last thing I want is to give him any excuse to get rid of that CB. Then it dawned on me. He said it would stay off ‘til I replaced the mattress. Interesting. Part of his mind is still in the subbie mode.

I’m going to take a nap. Maybe we continue the conversation a bit later. I know eventually I’ll have to come clean. He knows me to well and if keep telling him half truths, sooner or later he will call me on it. He told me earlier that he wasn’t buying my BS.

I heard him come out of his room.

“Hey hon, I put the two bottles of beer back into the fridge. It was a stupid stunt. Go ahead and enjoy if you are so inclined. I’m going to take a nap. You had yours. If I don’t come down by five, please come and wake me.”

“OK, see you later.”

Terry

I went down stairs and decided to surprise and confuse Clarissa by doing her laundry like I had been doing. Then I got the beers from the fridge in the kitchen and put them into the one on the patio for a bit later.

Jumping into the pool, I did 25 laps, then soaked for a while in the spa before grabbing one of the beers. I decided to stay on the patio and listen to the ball game on the radio rather than watching it on TV.

To me it’s more enjoyable that way. I love to listen to the announcer and color commentator as I form pictures in my head of what is going on down there on the field. Call me weird but that’s just the way it is.

Recalling Clarissa’s stunned look when I told her that I wasn’t buying her BS, I started to wonder if she would come clean or at least partially in an effort to keep me locked up and under her thumb.

I’ll give her the rest of the day to figure out what to do. I really want to make an effort to hang in there for the rest of the time like Julie had asked me to. In part I needed it for myself. Trying to find out how far my need to please and submit to Clarissa really went. If I pulled the plug now, I would never know for sure. I love the stupid bitch and I don’t know if I could live without her.

I sat there musing about our future, having the second bottle of beer in my hand when I almost dropped it.

Clarissa snuck up on me and pushed her naked boobs against the top of my head.

“Hey can I have sip?”

“Sure, here. Finish it if you want to.”

“Thanks babe.”

“Listen, thank you for doing the laundry. That was a nice surprise. I really did not expect that.”

Clarissa had pulled a chair close to where I was sitting. She powerd one leg between mine and started to tease my dick and balls with her toes.

As the speed of my breathing increased, she had a huge smile on her face before giving the beer bottle a virtual blow job.

She was on sexy lady and things were getting very tight in that CB.

Putting the beer down,

Honey, I’m going for a swim. Join me?”

“No, I did already twenty laps.”

“OK, how about when I come out, we take a shower together and figure out what to do about dinner. Maybe go out locally. After that we can talk some more.”

“I like the idea of going out but I prefer to take a shower alone. Things are very tight in a certain area of my body and I’m not sure if I can stand the extra pressure…”

Pouting - “But baby, you love to wash My boobs and pussy.”

“I know, I’ll unlock you if you promise not to jerk off or try to power yourself on me, you know what I mean. I can wash and inspect your precious cock before locking it back up. That way you still have to deal with the sexual frustration but at least, it won’t be quite so uncomfortable for you.”

“Deal?”

“OK, but if you start teasing me with one of those not to completion blow jobs, stuff like that I’m out of there and no guarantee that I won’t jerk off. So as long as you conduct yourself in a ‘professional manner’ say like a nurse would do when she had to wash some guy’s genitals, you have a deal.”

Timmy

Still a great story, but I have to admit that I'm still rooting for Clarissa to get kicked to the curb.

Thanks for what continues to be a very engrossing read.

GH

Timmy,
It does look like Clarissa is painting herself into a corner here with her lies and listening to the advice of an unknown online bull. If Terry knew the whole truth right now, I think it would be over. In fact there's only one man who can get her out of it. You - and I can't wait to see how ...

Thanks GH and Peak for your continued support.

LOL, I know how it's going to end but I'm not telling.

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That’s the way it went. Clarissa did her laps and then we headed for the big shower in the master bath.

True to her word, she unlocked my CB before we got in. I got to indulge in one of my favored activities, pampering and washing that luscious body of hers. Even though I was unlocked, it was still hard on me, not being able to stick my dick into her wet pussy. Yes, Clarissa had at least one pretty serious orgasm and a several minor ones in the process.

She pretty much behaved herself and only once pressed her butt against my raging erection for a brief moment.

“Oops, sorry babe.”

But the grin on her face told me clearly that she wasn’t sorry at all.

“My turn to wash your back and some other things.”

True to her promise, she spent a minimal amount of time on fondling my balls and dick. While she was doing that, I was saying the alphabet backwards and in German. That takes a great amount of concentration and came in very handy when Clarissa could not resist and gave the head of my dick a couple of licks.

“A bit of leakage here babe. Wasn’t going to waste it.”

Well I got through that and we both dried each other.

“Should I lock you up now or are you going to be a good boy and not jerk off while I dry my hair?”

“I got it. Maybe you would like to redo my toe nails while I do that. You’ll be busy and I don’t have to worry that you are tempted.”

“Sure Princess, I’ll do the toe nails.”

The smile on Clarissa’s face was priceless when I called her ‘Princess’.

At that point I really wasn’t sure how often I would do that, one thing was for sure, unless there was a major shift in our relationship, ‘Goddess’ was out.

Clarissa being Clarissa just couldn’t resist using one foot to tease my balls and dick while I was working on the other one. It was playful and not a constant, so I let it slide. Besides, I kind of enjoyed it. Being out of that blasted CB was too much of a treat to spoil the moments.

“OK babe, time to lock you back up. I’m just about done up here.”

Clarissa uses minimal make up on casual nights like this and had completed that while I put finishing toucarbonsmudges on her toe nails.

“Ice or a punch into your balls?”

“Ice”

“Go get it and hurry back. I’m timing you and your cock better be still hard or you’ll get that punch into your balls anyway.”

It’s still a shock as Clarissa iced my raging hard down to size so it would fit into the CB but a lot easier to take when you see things coming.

We decided to go out to eat in a local restaurant and since it was a beautiful evening with temps around 70 and low humidity we walked the mile from our house.

Dinner was pleasant, we gossiped about things and friends. There was an art auction coming up in a month or so. Clarissa was not sure of the exact date. This one was sponsored by the foundation and benefitted local talent. We always enjoyed that and had purchased a few pieces for our house at previous ones.

When we got home, I decided not to strip which earned me a frown but Clarissa didn’t say anything.

“I’m having a cognac and a cigar out on the patio. Anything that I can get for you?”

A challenge to her earlier statement that I was no longer allowed to have holy water, or at least needed her permission like the two bottles of beer earlier in the afternoon.

“Thanks babe, I’ll just have some water. I want to keep a clear head for tonight. The two glasses of wine at dinner are enough for me. Maybe later after we had the rest of our conversation.”

That in itself was a good sign I thought. I didn’t have to prod her. She knows I’m not satisfied with her previous explanations of why this sudden urge to expand on our occasional kinky play.

Since it had gotten cooler, I started a fire in the outside fire place, then got her water and my cognac and cigar.

I was sitting, enjoying the cigar when Clarissa joined me on the double lounger in front of the fire place.

“Thank you for a nice dinner” this was followed by a kiss, a nice one but not one of those where are the tonsils kind of kiss.

“Can I have a couple of puffs?”

This is something Clarissa would do on occasion when I had a cigar or even my pipe.

Damn that witch, I was hard by the time I got my cigar back because she had treated those three puffs like a blow job. No she didn’t get whole cigar wet. Just the way she put her lips around the end and the glint in her eyes conveyed the message.

Clarissa

While Terry was doing my toenails I came to the decision that I had to tell him more than I had about my needs and urges. Hopefully he’ll accept them and we can move on.

I took a deep breath.

“Terry, you are right. I’ve been hiding things from you. Please promise me that you won’t interrupt and let me finish. I’ll answer questions if you still have some after I’m done.”

“Again, I want to make clear that what I’m telling you has no effect on how much I love you. As matter of fact, the main reamister, that I’ve been hiding these urges, struggled to fight them was because I love you so much and don’t want to lose you. In the end they got stronger and stronger and could no longer push them back into the dark recesses of my mind.”

“But let me start at the beginning. It all started almost two years ago.”

Terry started to say something but I put a finger on his lips

“Please”

He nodded.

“One of the guys who worked for me got caught by the IT guys reading porn on the computer during working hours. They mostly ignore what people do during lunch time but not at three in the afternoon. They had a record of this searcarbonsmudges for about three weeks when they brought it to my attention. One of the sites he almost spent an hour a day on was called Literotica and the other Cuckold Place. I had to look up cuckold in the dictionary. When I read the definition I was intrigued.”

“Anyway, I had sit-down with the guy gave him a warning and I haven’t heard anything further from IT, so I guess he got over it or is doing his reading at home.”

“The day after that incident, you went out of town for a few days. Once home alone I started to explore those web sites. Especially the Cuckold Place one blew my mind. There are tons of categories and threads. Some with pictures, others just stories. Some are labeled ‘real life experience’. Not sure if they are but they could be. Others are clearly pure fantasy.

The thing is that to my surprise I really got turned on by stories where the female character either is or evolves into a controlling bitch totally emasculating her man and some others by this fellow GH where while clearly in charge the wife also is very much in love with her guy and takes care that he knows it and while pushing him, never goes beyond a certain line.”

“Like I said, I was turned on and every time you went out of town, I was burning up batteries in my dildos while reading those stories.”

“After a couple of months of that, remember, I started to talk about fantasies while we cuddled after hot sex and mine always involved a third permister. Also I started to introduce very slowly the cuckold theme into our role play.”

“All this reading and our FemDomme games and now the cuckold role play with my dildos made me long for a strong dominant guy. He would control me and I in turn had total control over your sex life. Making it a reward system. If you were a good cuck, I would give you some loving. If I wasn’t happy you would be punished by long teasing sessions without relief.”

“Unfortunately, you could never be that strong guy in my fantasies because a very long time ago you out of your love and devotion to me gave up control of our sex lives. It’s not that you didn’t and don’t take initiatives but the final decision to go forward or not is always mine.”

“I tried to fight my urges, honestly I really, really have because I am afraid of what they could mean to our marriage. I know that I’m risking it all.”

“I can’t fight them any longer. As much as I love you, I do need this fantasy man in my life. Not all the time but several times a month for sure. I’m sorry babe. I wish it wasn’t so.”

“Please, please never think that you are not a good lover. You are the very best I ever hand when it comes to caring tender love making and not too shabby when it comes to just raw fuckin’ sex. But you are always concerned first about my satisfaction before thinking of your own. That is a big reamister why I love so much. Of course being bright and fun to be with as well as extremely handsome doesn’t hurt your cause.”

“The other thing, it’s not a size thing. For my body, your cock is perfect. It toucarbonsmudges all the right places. In some of those stories, the thing that starts the cuckolding is the husband’s small dick or quick on the trigger ejaculations. Stuff like that. Well you don’t have those issues. I tried dildos larger than your cock and I don’t get any more pleasure out of them than those that are the same size or smaller than your cock.”

“So here I am trying to get you to go along with a change in life style. Not a change in the loving caring relationship but a change in just our sex life.”

“I’m open to talk about conditions like how often, when and where. Also you chastity. My preference would having you locked at all times other than when I want to play with you which may or may not result in relieve for yor or actual sex as husband and wife. But I’m flexible there. Maybe I only lock you up before going on a date and keep you that way for 24 hours after it ends. Those are all things we can talk about.”

“So please babe, let’s try to work this out. We have a basic agreement in place for the next nine or ten weeks. I kind of lost track for the moment with all the drama. Please try to work within that and with me. I promise I’ll never ever again ignore your safe word. I know I lost your trust or at least part of it when that happened but I was so caught up in the moment and the excitement having once again a lesbian experience just had me carried away. I know it’s not an excuse.”

Uncharacteristically Terry had let his cigar go out. That’s how intense he was in listening to me.

Now he relit it, took a deep drag and gave a deep sigh.

“Well, that sounds a lot more reamisterable and believable than the BS you’ve fed me before.”

“I just wish you had come to me with this story six months or even a year ago. You know talked about it. Explored it together. Read the stories that so intrigued you together. Maybe we would be now in a different and happier place.”

I’m not saying that I would have agreed to being a cuckold outright but I’m also not saying that I would have rejected it out of hand. Talking about it, exploring it together would have made the whole thing much more palatable than having the chastity and that stupid agreement of yours powerd down my throat.”

I started to object, but Terry held up his hand.

“I still remember your words, that if I didn’t sign Antarctica would be a warm place compared to our home or something similar. That you would withhold any form of intimacy until I signed.”

“That certainly qualifies to having something powerd on you, wouldn’t you say.”

I just nodded.

“Here are some ground rules, abide by them or the whole thing is off and we’ll most likely head for splitsville.”

“NEVER in this house.”

“Be very, very discrete. The first time one of my associates or friends says something about seeing you some place behaving inappropriately with another guy, like holding hands, kissing, you know what I’m driving at, it’s over and maybe for good.”

“I may or may not be willing to watch you with another guy, but NEVER, EVER sandbag me and power me to watch. It will land you in divorce court for sure.”

“Stick to the letter of the agreement. Failure to heed a safe word or the guaranteed release will end it all.”

“If you agree to those, I’ll try - the operative word is try – to hang in there ‘til the end of the trial period and then we can talk about where we go from there. Have the conversations we should have had six month or a year ago when you first got seriously interested in this.”

“One thing, you need to know is that my subbie streak does NOT, repeat NOT need this. I was very content with what we had before you got wrapped up in the cuckold thing. But I have to admit that the two times with Julie were very exciting and fun even though I would have preferred a little less pain the second time around. That dental fixture was *** as time dragged on.”

“So I’m agreeing to it for your pleasure alone. I’m not getting anything out of this other than heart acarbonsmudge. I just want you to fully understand that.”

WOW, looks like I escaped by the skin of my teeth from disaster. I almost caved in getting the key to unlock him and let him fuck me silly.

“Baby, thank you for listening and trying to understand. I was stupid. In hind sight I should have gotten you involved way earlier when I first discovered how turned on I got by the cuckold concept.”

Well, too late for that. Now I have to try to make it more acceptable and pleasurable for you so that we can find a way to continue after the trial is up. To formulate a new agreement and no I’m not going to power it down your throat.”

“Princess, it’s late. I’m mentally exhausted. I’m going to relax. Just give me a hug and nice kiss and then let me be.”

We got up from the lounger, the fire had burned down. Terry threw the ashes and cigar butt into the fireplace and closed the screen.

We grabbed our glasses, put them into the dishwasher, locked up and walked hand in hand upstairs.

In front of my room (mental slap on the wrist but I can’t help it) I turned to him, pulled him close hugged and kissed him lovingly but not very seductive being sensitive to his feelings and locked up cock.

“Good night babe. Sleep good. See you in the AM for breakfast.”

I slept better than I had the nights before. I felt more secure that Terry would go along with my scarbonsmudgeme of things. I was a little bit disturbed about his statement, that he did not get any enjoyment out the cuckolding. I remember him telling me at an earlier date that he did enjoy when I flirted with those guys and even humiliated him just a tiny bit the first time we went to that club. I guess maybe that’s as far as he’ll go. We’ll see what the future brings.

Terry

That was some week. I’m totally drained. I feel like back in college when we partied the first night and pulled an all-nighter studying the next.

Interesting story that Clarissa came up with. Sounds believable . The time line is about right when she started to try some cuck fantasies using her dildos. It makes a lot more sense than the BS she had dished out before.
I’m gonna keep an open mind for now. See how things develop.

With that thought I went off to dream land.

.. and peace was upon the land. The lion lay down with the sheep. .. but the sheep didn't get much relax ..

A nice tiurn of events, but.....


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There still seems to be a lack of honesty.

A wonderfully engaging story Timmy. I'm enjoying it immensly

Thanks

GH

P.S. I also enjoyed my cameo appearance.

Peak and GH, again may thanks for your kind words.

Sunday and Monday were uneventful. We did our usual thing Sunday morning. I fixed a nice breakfast, we read the paper together and then I went out and washed the “beast”. After that a light lunch and hanging out by the pool. Clarissa did a little gardening. Light stuff like cutting off wilted blooms. All the 'heavy lifting" is done by professionals.

For dinner I threw some lobster tails on the grill together with some clams and a baked potato. Clarissa made a nice salad. Things were very mellow all day long. We picked a movie that both of us enjoyed and went up fairly early.

I gave Clarissa a couple of oral O’s on our bed before taking a shower and retiring to the spare room leaving her alone on that big bed.

I noticed, she looked a little sad when I kissed her good night but she wisely did not bring up the subject of staying with her. She needs to be ready to unlock me.

Monday and Tuesday were routine work days. Nothing unusual happened.

When I got home on Wednesday, Clarissa was already home. She greeted me in some sexy undies which caused an instant conflict between my dick and that blasted cage and handed me a martini.

Something was up.

“Babe please sit on the love seat, I need to talk to you. Please hear me out. I’ll gladly consider all your concerns after I’ve said my piece.”

She cuddled up to me and started to fondle my balls after opening the zipper of my pants. Of course that did not help the pressure situation inside that plastic cage.

“Baby, this is kind of important for me. You know for my quest to find the right guy. I think I might have found him. We had lunch today.”

I must have tensed up.

“Please relax babe. Anyone who saw us would think that it was strictly a business lunch. Nothing went on like holding hands, stuff like that and we didn’t kiss when we separated after out meal and talk.”

“He is what is referred to in cuckold circles a ‘Bull’. An alpha male who takes control of the wife and she in turn tells her hubby what is expected of him once the relationship starts. Here is the thing, he insists that you are in the room tied to a chair the first time we have sex. After that, if there are more get-togethers it will be up to us if you’re there or not. Only the first time is mandatory.”

“Baby, I really like this guy. He could be the one. I really want this to happen. Please.”

“I don’t know Princess. I don’t like this at all. I don’t want to be subjected to a bunch of trash talk from some wanna be stud.”

“That’s why we want you tied up. Look babe, I’ll try to leave the ropes lose enough so that you can work your way out of them. Once we are hot and heavy into the fucking, he won’t care and you can just leave. If you can’t get out of them, use the safe word. I’ll stop what we’re doing and get you lose. If he doesn’t like it well then I’ll leave with you.”

“We have connecting rooms. You leave your side open and when you leave you close the door on our side and no one can bother you. You can even go home if you want to. That part is up you.”

“There is one more thing, he doesn’t use condoms. He insists on bareback. He showed me his test results. They are a week old. He’s clean. He says that he never dates more than one girl at the time. His last affair ended about two weeks ago according to him. Seems the husband found his balls after six months and kicked his wife out. Once that happens my boy heads for the hills. He doesn’t want any emotional entanglement. He’s in it strictly for the sex and being able to dominate the woman and to various degrees the husbands.”

“Please babe. I really need this to happen.”

“I’ll think about it, but right now I’m starving.”

In her excitement Clarissa had forgotten to take something out of the freezer in the morning. Luck would have that we had some left over pasta in the fridge. So we scramred some eggs, cooked them with bacon and mixed the noodles into the whole thing. Add a salad and it was a quick and easy meal.

After dinner I cleaned up the kitchen while Clarissa took her lap top up to the bed room, presumably hooking up with her “bull” to get some further advice on how to convince me to go along with this.

I was not happy at all about the situation. Being helpless in the room with them was not something I was crazy about. Could I trust them? I really did not know. I was still pretty leery after the experience with the dental tool. I just did not know.

What if he did the tying up or checked on what Clarissa had done and didn’t like it and redid the bonds. I would be helpless. Who knows what the guy has in mind. How much is he into humiliating the husbands? Is that his game?

I needed to think. I went up and changed into my jogging clothes. The door to the master bedroom was closed. I just knocked on it pretty loud.

“Clarissa, I’m going to for run and walk kind of thing. I'll be gone for at least an hour. It will give me a chance to think. See you later.”

“OK, be careful.”

Once I was out of the house I called Julie. I wanted her advice and input into the situation. I told her what Clarissa had proposed and my concerns.

“Pet (I liked that) I’m with you on that. That is a not a very comfortable situation for you since you are really not into the watching thing. I have an idea. Any chance you could get over to the hotel during the day and check in ahead of time?”

“Yea, I could do that. After all I’m the boss. What do you have in mind?”

“Go and check in and ask for three key cards to the rooms. You keep two of them for each room and the third one put into an envelope with my name and leave it at the desk for me to pick up. Liza and I will watch for you guys, staying out of sight. Clarissa has never seen Liza. If you e-mail me photos of you two, she’ll know who to look for. We wait for one hour from the time the three of you go into that room. If you’re not out by then, we come in using the spare key card and cut you lose.”

“You really do that for me. You might get hurt. They might get really pissed.”

“Pet, there is NO man that the two of us couldn’t handle and if it really gets rough, there is always pepper spray.”

“No, I told you that I would back you and that’s exactly what I aim to do. Might be kind of fun.”

“Or course you’ll have to pay a price for being rescued.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, we’ll take you home with us and have our way with you. I’ve been bragging about your oral s*******s and Liza can’t wait to get your face between her legs.”

I went into subbie mode just thinking about that.

“Ms Julie, if you rescue me from that evil man and his witch I’ll be honored to submit to the two of you.”

Julie laughed.

“I’m going to hold you to that. But now I need to go. Liza is ready for me. We are still behind in our catch up sex. Don’t forget to e-mail me the pictures and on Friday, after you’ve checked in, you can text me the room number.”

“Take care pet. I’ll talk to you soon.”

“Good night Ms Julie and thank you. Please give my best to Ms Liza.”

We hung up and I felt a whole lot better with knowing that someone has my back if things don’t go right.

When I got back, Clarissa was sitting in my chair naked and was reading a book.

“Hey babe, your Goddess has some needs. Would you be so good to take care of them.”

By that time, the way she was sitting in that chair would have made a nice center fold in any porno magazine and my dick was protesting the restrictions of the cage.

“I think it would be proper if you took your clothes off too.”

“Yes Princess.”

I got a brief frown, obviously she was angling for the Goddess thing but I wasn’t biting. I did appreciate the fact that she was not pushing the Friday night thing, giving me space and time to think things through. I figured I’ll tell her in the morning that I will be OK with it.

I was fixing breakfast when Clarissa came down to join me.

“Good morning Princess.”

This was followed by a hug and kiss.

“I hope you slept well.”

“Yes I did, thank you and that coffee smells heavenly. Thank you babe.”

“How about you? Sleep OK?”

“Could have been better, I have a lot on my mind but reluctantly, very reluctantly I’m going along with your scheme on Friday night.”

Clarissa jumped up and hugged me almost knocking me over in the process.

“Baby, I love you. You are the best.”

I just couldn’t resist.

“If I’m the best, why do you need that other guy?”

“Terry, please…”

“Relax, I’m just messing with you a bit. Trying to relief some of the tension and stress.”

“Here is the deal. The ropes better be lose enough so that I can get out. If they are not you better heed the safe word within seconds from the time I say it and release me no matter what the guy’s reaction is. My safety and well being has to be your first concern, not your or his sexual gratification.”

“Are we clear so far?”

She didn’t like it but said “yes, I understand”.

“Next, he better not come anywhere near me with a naked prick wanting me to clean it stuff like. Yes I have been doing some reading myself since you revealed the inspiration for your desires. Same goes for your pussy or any other body parts contaminated with his sperm. I don’t mind my own but do not try to power or trick me into coming into contact with any of his or for that matter any other guy’s with whom you decide to have unprotected sex.”

“Next, I will stop servicing you orally after Friday ‘til you present me with a clean bill of health. I have no idea how big the risk of catching something that way after you had unprotected sex. It does not matter.”

“These items are non-negotiable. I will not give on any of them.”

“The ball is in your court. You decide how much you want my face in your pussy. If you think you can do without, go right ahead and do his thing. If not, I better see a condom on him. I realize that most likely you’ll dispense with that after I have left the room. So I’m trusting you to tell me the truth.”

“Babe, those are harsh conditions. I’m not very happy, not happy at all. You are really trying to ruin this for me. I can understand not wanting to clean his dick, stuff like that but the rest. What if I get you some medical literature that shows that you cannot catch anything from oral sex after I have cleaned myself thoroughly?”

“I’ll read it and think about it. I don’t know much about STD’s and you know me, always better safe than sorry.”

“So what happens if things go wrong?”

“Well that depends. If you contributed to them going wrong like ignoring my safe word, we are done. Same goes if he creates a problem and you don’t make a sincere effort to protect me and stop him.”

“In essence you are on very thin ice with this whole thing. I truly hope that you know what you are doing and it works out for you. I do mean it.”

“But if not, I’m fully prepared to bail out and deal with the heartbreak of losing the love of my life over some stupid fantasies of hers. I’ll just have to suck it up and deal with it.”

Clarissa didn’t say anything after that and ate her breakfast appearing very subdued.

Needless to say in the evening I spent extended time providing oral services and even on Friday morning I had to perform.

Friday at two I was at the hotel, checking us in for the two adjoining rooms. I had a bag with me, so I brought it up. I also had a small voice activated recorder that had the capacity to record for eight hours. I tested it out by placing it in one of the drawers in the dresser and then had a normal level conversation with myself on the bed. It picked it up loud and clear. Good.

I went into the other room and placed into the second drawer from the top. Now the only problem was how to retrieve it.

In the lobby I spied the bell captain and approached him.

“Are you going to be on duty tomorrow morning?”

“Yes sir, what can I help you with?”

“It’s a bit delicate but I suspect my wife of cheating on me and I want to get some audio evidence. She has a room here that she’ll use if she goes ahead with her plan.”

By that time I had C note in my hand.

“This can be yours if you retrieve the recorder for me after she checks out in the morning.”

“I’ll be glad to do that. Which room and where to I find it?”

I told him and also handed him a prepaid mailer addressed to my attorney.

Both the C note and the mailer disappeared and we parted ways.

Not much else I could do, other than try to hang around 'til the morning and wait for her to leave and go up myself. But I wasn’t going to give up my golf game with Julie, not with the kind of forecast of partial sunshine, temps in the low 70’s and low humidity.

As far as I could tell, I had done everything to protect myself. The spare keys with both Julie’s and Liza’s names were being held for them at the concierge desk. Hopefully the bell captain would do his job and get the recorder back to my. All that was left to do is hope that Clarissa had a change of heart – not likely – and if not that she lived up to the agreement and protected me by making sure one way or the other that I could leave when I wanted to.

Clarissa wanted to have dinner with her date and that was fine with me. I just wanted to get this thing over and be off on my own. I grabbed a burger and beer in a bar across from my office and went out to the hotel.

We had agreed to meet at 8:30 in the hotel lobby. I waited maybe five minutes when Clarissa and some guy stood outside the entrance to the bar. It looked like she pointed me out to him, then put her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss before heading towards me.

“Here cuckboy, retrieve my bag from the bell stand. I’ll wait for you by elevators.”

With claim check in hand I did as I was told. I was a bit miffed not getting even a hi but maybe that would come later out of sight of the “bull” since he had been watching us and only returned to the bar when I got close to the elevators with Clarissa's bag.

We took the elevator up and I let Clarissa into her room.

“Put the bag on the stand then go to your room and strip. Knock on the connecting door when you’re ready.”

Still no greetings. I had a bad feeling about this.

Not wanting to start a major fight, again I sucked it up and went along. She actually made me wait for five minutes after I knocked according the clock radio on my night stand.

“Why are you not on your knees? That is the proper position for a cuckold. Oh and I want the key to your room, get it.”

“You only have that one?”

“Yes Clarissa.”

She slapped me not too hard, but it got my attention.

“I’m GODDESS! Clear?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

That got the other side slapped, just a tad harder.

I really had a very hard time controlling my temper but so far she had not done anything that went against the rules for this encounter.

“Over there, sit in that chair.”

It was the office chair that normally is in front of the work station in the room. She had positioned it away from that.

“Here, put them on your ankles.”

Clarissa handed me a set of leather ankle cuffs from our toy chest.

Next she put similar ones on my wrists making them pretty tight. There was no way I would be able to slip out of them if I wanted to leave.

“Hey, first Hi Clarissa, how are you? Maybe as your husband whom you claim to love over all others I could get a hello kiss.”

“And what’s up with these cuffs? There is no way I can get out of them like you promised I could if I wanted to leave.”

“You stupid jerk, you had to break the mood. I was having fun being a bitch and you had ruin it with your stupid comments and needs.”

“Yes I love you and here is your kiss. Now shut up and wait until I am ready explain things to you.”

I got a peck on the cheek. Big whoop.

She grabbed some rope attached it to the D ring on one of the cuffs, then pulling my arms around the back of the chair ran the end through the other cuff and pulled tight.

“Hey, easy there. This hurts. You trying to dislocate my shoulders. Ease up or I’m out of here.”

She did ease up a bit before securing the end some place in the back. She did the same with the feet, running the rope behind the center cylinder of the chair. I was able to keep my feet from being pulled too far back. Any further back and I would fall flat on my face trying to get up or to untie my feet if I could get my hands free.

“Now listen up. Keep your mouth shut or you might get hurt. He’s not used to getting any guff from the cucks. He thinks that you are just like them.”

“Listen babe” – her tone had softened – “I do love you. The reamister you’re tied to tight is that he hinted on checking your bonds. I have no choice right now. If there is a chance, I’ll loosen them enough for you to be able to get the knot. I promise. I will do my very best to live up to our deal. Please hang in there as long as you can.”

I got another quick kiss as somebody knocked on the door.

thanks for the latest segment timmy; to be honest I'm still not sure how I feel about this one although, as usual, it is extremely well written. Part of me is enjoying the story, but the other part is having a hard time reconciling Clarissa's actions with the type of cuckolding my wife and i enjoy, which is above all consensual.

Still it's a great read, and as it is only a story I'll continue to root for terry and hope that Clarissa gets what she deserves!

Timmy,
You really got me going now. I'm ready to break into the room with Julie and beat up the bull. But I suspect you might have a different plan ...

Timmy

This is a great story. The suspense is wonderful. I can't wait to see what happens next.

Thanks

GH

Suchard, Peak and GH,

many heartfelt thanks for your continued support.

Carissa went to open it, sure enough it was the guy I had seen her kiss down in the lobby.

The kissed again before walking arm in arm towards me. He had a cuckolds brownie eating grin on his face.

“So that is hubby who can’t hack it in the sack. What’s the matter cuck? Hmm, not a pencil dick. Actually respectable. Must be quick on the trigger or worse can’t get up even with help of the little blue pill.”

“Stop it Roger, he does just fine in the sack as you so delicately put it. The problem is that he’s a wimp and not an Alpha kind of guy like you.”

I’ll get you for that Clarissa. Wimp?

“Well let me check the ropes. Did a good job, just something is missing. Take your panties off. I bet they are pretty juicy from anticipation. Right?”

(chuckles) “You know it Rog.”

“Good rub them some more against your pussy, even stick them in a bit. I want my ‘friend’ here to have a flavorful gag. I don’t want to hear him whining or begging. So get them juiced up and shove’m down his mouth. Hold his nose shut if he gives you any trouble. Then take one of your stockings off and tie it tightly around his mouth and head so that can’t spit the panties out.”

I tried to fight at first but gave up quickly as Clarissa tried to whisper in my ear.

“Easy babe. Let me do this. It gives me a chance to loosen you bonds. He can’t see what I’m doing from where he is.”

So I gave in to the gag and I did feel the pressure gone from my hands. I kept them were they had been, not wanting to tip my hand.

Well maybe she’s playing by my rules. We’ll see.

“Where are his clothes?”

“In the other room.”

“Good make sure his side of the connecting door is closed and give me his key card.”

Clarissa handed him one and he bent it a couple of times back and forth making unusable.

“There, now if he wimps out and wants to leave before we’re done here he’ll have to go to the lobby naked. Probably get arrested for indecent exposure.”

Clarissa turned towards me but winked just a tiny bit.

“Yeah wimp and don’t count on me bailing you out any time soon. So better hang around and try to enjoy the show. See how a real man takes care of me.”

With that comment she went over to him, got down on her knees and took down his pants and boxers before engulfing his cock in one of her oh so nice blow jobs. I’ll miss those if I decide to dump her.

When he came, she tried to swallow all of it but without success. She turned towards me with cum leaking out of the side of her mouth.

“Good thing you have that gag in your mouth or I would share this with you. You know, hold your nose and power feed you his cum.”

Well I didn’t care, talk is cheap.

With them all wrapped up in each other, I started to work on the ropes on my hands. I was able to get my fingers on one of the knots and taken breaks when the tension in my shoulders got too much, I worked my hands free just around the time the two “love birds” decided to take the action to the bed.

Clearly the guy was in charge, he kept telling Clarissa what to do and she just followed right along.

Other than being ordered around I could not see anything that would make their sex different from ours. Well actually yes it was. Clearly the guy was not going to do all the nice foreplay. I’m not sure how wet Clarissa was when he shoved his cock into her pussy. I thought I detected a little whimpering. Not sure if from pain or just submitting to him.

Well I had enough. I untied my feet without them noticing. I just hoped that the little wink meant that she had faked the closing the door or at least had given him an old key and mine was still on top of the dresser so in a worst case I would be naked for less than a minute going from this room to my room via the outside hall way.

I had no idea how long this all had taken because suddenly the door opened and there were Julie and Liza.

I quickly held my finger to my mouth and gave them via hand signals the idea to go around and open the connecting door from the other room.

They got the message and quietly backed out. The noise from the closing door was covered by Clarissa’s first orgasm.

I was kind of disappointed. It didn’t sound like she had an exceptional experience. She’s way louder and more vocal when we make love.

I just don’t get it. What is the attraction? Maybe this still a bit of BS that she’s feeding me and the real attraction is making me a cuckold and keeping me locked up in that stupid CB while trying to turn me into
her house slave.

I could see in a reflection on the glass of those typical hotel room pictures that the connecting doors were open and I quietly left.

Clarissa looked at me. Not sure if she actually saw me leaving, if that penetrated her mind at the moment but I decided to blow her a kiss.

The guy must have noticed something amiss because he stopped fucking and turned towards me just as got to the connecting doors.

“WTF. Get back her cuck. I’m not done with you. I didn’t give you permission…”

It was youngish in way but I flipped him a bird before slamming the connecting door shut.

The three of us were laughing as he started to bang on the door and ranted and raved. Then things got quiet. I guess Clarissa had been able to calm him down. Not wanting to attract any attention to herself. Maybe have some other guest call security.

So there I stood naked in front of my two beautiful rescuers. What a contrast.

Julie the tall athletic one and Liza with a figure very similar to Clarissa but maybe a couple of inches taller. A really fine figure with flaming red hair and incredible green eyes.

Thank you ladies. That was perfect timing. I just had gotten myself untied. This way there was no need of a confrontation.

“Don’t move, just stand there. I want to check out what the love of my life has gotten herself into while I was gone.”

Liza walked up to me, slowly walked once around.

Hmm, not a bad specimen my darling. You did good. Nice body. Looks to be in shape.

I was both utterly humiliated and thrilled at the same time while being inspected like a piece of meat or better like some natural that Liza was contemplating buying.

The offense started to turn me on. But my dick really hit “wall” when the softest hand ever cradled my balls and started to gently massage them.

“Hmm, nice. Just the right size. Just the way I like a man’s ‘package’.

Then to my surprise Liza stepped close and pulled my head toward hers.

“Hug and kiss me, kiss me like you mean it.”

There I was kissing my friend’s lover. I tried to look at Julie to see her reaction but she was outside of my field of vision. That had to be hard on her. But then I recalled her telling me that she was not that much different from me.

Maybe I get a chance to talk to her about that tomorrow.

That brought me back thinking of my own feelings. Funny, seeing Clarissa with that guy did not evoke much emotion. I felt sad for her. Yes that was it I really felt sad for her. Sure it hurt but not as bad I thought it would. Maybe our marriage is in worse shape than either of us realizes.

A stinging blow to my butt got me to focus.

“Don’t just stand there lollygagging. Get dressed. We’re going to our place and I’m going to ‘test drive’ that mouth and tongue Julie has been raving about.”

I looked at Julie but could not read her expression.

I quickly got dressed, grabbed my bag with my golf clothes and we left.

As we walked out of the hotel door a chauffeur driven Lincoln pulled up in front of us.

“Julie, you take the car. I’m going to ride with Terry. I want to experience that macho car of his. You think, he’ll let me drive?

“Did you take the same driver’s training as Julie?”

“Yes I did. Does that make a difference?”

“All the difference in the world. I’ll trust you with my car. Want to take it alone? I can ride with Julie.”

“Really? Go for a ride for a while? I love it. Yes go with Julie. She can get you all ready for me. You realize that you will have to wear the mask and slave collar and you’ll spend another night in the doggie bed in the bathroom.”

“Yes Ma’am, I understand.”

“Julie, he’s a treasure. He’s so polite.”

“Take him with you and get him ready. I’m going to put his car through the paces. You can enjoy him ‘til I get there.”

“Ms Liza, here are the keys. It’s the blue Mustang right across from here. Just one thing.”

I paused.

“Yes?”

“You pay the speeding tickets and other traffic fines.”

The both laughed.

Yes pet, I’ll do that.

That heavenly vision called me “pet” too. I think this going to be an interesting evening.

When we got into the limo Julie raised the partition so that the driver could not hear us.

“Julie, you OK with all this? I don’t want to hurt you. If it’s a problem I go home. I’ll do anything you say.”

“It’s OK pet. Yes it hurts but it’s a nice hurt because I know that Liza would never leave me for a guy. I am what I am. I’m submissive and she decides how we live our lives. It has worked for us for eight very happy years.”

“She’s kicking the whole thing up a notch. Because now it’s in my face, her dalliance with a guy. It’s more real. It’s no longer just a story. My pet the day will come that she’ll relax with you. Not as her pet but as her lover.”

“It will hurt and you will hurt too.”

I was puzzled by that but decided not to pursue that further.

“But I’m in love and I will bear it if it makes HER happy. Actually it might be easier knowing it’s you. Someone I know and trust. I’m confident that you’ll be able to satisfy her needs and that will be it. No not just sex. I’m sure there will be feelings as you get to know each other better. Even some kind of love. But a different form of love. A love that does not represent a threat to what Liza and I have. The other important thing is, that if things work out that way, she'll stop her risky behavior of one or two night stands while out on the road. I'm always afraid that she'll run into some guy, some freak whom she can't handle. It would take a big load of my mind if you became her sole play mate.”

“But enough. We are almost home and you better get yourself into a submissive state of mind because tonight you will be our slave and sex toy. Nothing less, nothing more.”

“Yes Ms Julie.”

That brought a smile to her face and as a reward I got a quick kiss just before we pulled up in front of their building.

The chauffeur got out and opened Julie’s door. That is when I realized that it was a young girl. At the most early twenties with a built very similar to Julie’s.

“Julie, will there be anything else?”

No thank you Ann. Liza may need you tomorrow but I won’t. Have a good night.”

“You too Julie. Hey, if you all don’t want him any longer. I’ll take him he’s cute.”

Laughing, she got into the car and took off.

“Terry, you are rapidly building a fan base among my employees. James and Tony keep raving about your car. Now Ann wants your body. Maybe I need to get an upgrade on your CB. Go to steel instead of plastic.”

“Come on pet. Time to play.”

Tony was holding the door open for us.

“Good evening Ms Julie, Sir. Where is your car?”

“Ms Liza is taking it for a test run.”

“Sir, you may never get that car back.”

“Stop it Tony. She’ll behave and return it, but you’re right she’ll want to drive it again.”

“Come on, let’s go.”

As soon as we got inside the apartment, without being told, I got down on my knees.

“Hey, I didn’t tell you to do that but I appreciate the gesture but next time wait ‘til you’re told. Now let’s start over again. Get up.”

As I stood there Julie came up to me and hugged me.

“I’m glad you’re safe pet. Now give me a kiss, then strip and get down on your knees.”

She walked away as I stripped and got down on my knees. I’m so screwed up. I hate what Clarissa is doing to me with her Goddess cuckolds brownie but here I’m excited about the idea of totally surrendering to those two ladies. Scared for sure because I don’t know what to expect but certainly excited enough to be also turned on by the idea.

When Julie came back she was wearing a filmy kind of pink negligee, not really see-though but certainly making unspoken promises of the beauty under it. She had it belted tightly and it was clear that she was not wearing a bra as her nipples created miniature tents. I wasn’t sure what to expect so as soon as I got a quick glimpse, I decided the better part of valor was to concentrate on her feet as she came slowly towards me on matching pink high heel slippers.

“You are such a such a good boy, my darling pet and a true gentlemen trying not to stare. I appreciate that but it’s OK for you to look at me. It’s the most revealing form of dress you’ll ever see me in other than of some bikini at the pool or beach.”

“I can tell you like it or are you fighting that CB for some other reamister. Please be honest it’s very important.”

“Ms Julie, to be honest yes I was excited and hard from just being in this situation, here on my knees. Not really knowing what will happen and a little scared because of that. I’m still very confused about that.”

“But that vision of loveliness you are presenting here has created maximum pressure inside that CB. I need to beg you up front for forgiveness should there be any leakage. Please forgive me if that should happen.”

“Hmm, I’ll have to think about that. Normally I punish my slaves quite severely for any unauthorized discharge.”

“We shall see.”

“All good things need to come to an end. Time for the hood and the collar.”

There I was, the click of the lock let me know that there was no way for me to remove the hood.

“Get up and follow me.”

Julie grabbed my cage and pulled me along. Soon I felt carpet under my feet and we came to a stop.

“I do think that your CB should be replaced with a steel one, one that has a ring on the end so that I can attach a leash to it.”

“OK pet, sit down were you stand and keep your legs together. Good now ooch forward ‘til I tell you to stop.”

“That’s good stay right there.”

The next thing I felt was a big toe trying to invade my mouth.

“That’s it pet, suck on my toes. I hope that they are not too ripe. I did not have a chance to wash them.”

This was followed by the bell like chuckle that I so loved.

“Enough, now the other foot.”

And so it went. I slowly progressed from to sucking to kissing my way up one leg and down the other before I was allowed to worship her “holy grail”

“Go do your magic pet. Make me happy. You know the rules. No hands above the belly button.”

I don’t know how long I was under that filmy negligee servicing Julie or how many orgasms she had.

“My, my, are you a fine pair to start without me.”

Liza was back and hopefully my car was still in one piece.

“That car is a beauty. I sure had fun. I really didn’t want to come home but then I would miss out on what my lover here clearly enjoys.”

This as another orgasm hit Julie and I backed off a bit, just gently kissing the insides of her thighs inches away from her pussy.

“My turn.”

Julie pushed my head away.

“Stay there pet.”

“Terry, do you need to go to the bathroom, maybe a small take of water?”

“Ms Liza, thank you yes that would be good if I would be allowed to do that.”

“OK, get up.”

A hand grabbed my dick and pulled me into another direction. Soon I felt tiles under my feet and then I bumped against a toilet.

“Go sit and do your thing while a wash Julie’s juices of your mask.”

I was totally humiliated. This woman was going to stand there wiping my face clean as I tried to empty my bladder. I had a real problem with that but eventually the running water did the trick and got the pee flowing.

Liza actually wiped my plastic cage down with a moist wash cloth and flushed for me since I had trouble finding the handle.

“Come along pet, let’s get a bit to take. Cleanse your pallet so to speak before you start your oral services for me.”

A straw poked against my lips.

“Here, go ahead and have some.”

“Julie, take our pet and put him back into position. I’m going to change.”

“All right Terry, you have a reputation to live up to. Don’t disappoint me. I’ll be rough on you if you do. But I have full confidence in you. Julie told me how she tried to resist you and couldn’t. If you were able to get her off fighting it, I should be easy for you. So get busy. One more thing. Julie has her rules. I have mine. Feel free to explore my body with your hands. Build a picture in your head what I look like naked. Maybe one day I’ll let you make the comparimister between the mental and the real image.”

This was fun. Liza was extremely responsive to both my oral ministrations as well as my roaming hands. Her breasts were magnificent and her nipples turned rock hard at the lightest touch.

I had no idea for how long or how many orgasm I had given Liza when she finally pushed me away.

“Enough.”

At first all I could hear was her heavy breathing but then as the “fog” cleared in my mind, I heard a second set. Clearly that had to be Julie. I don’t know what she had been doing, using her fingers, a dildo or if she got turned on just from watching.

“Pet, stand up. Time to pay the price. Yes dear there always is a price with us.”

That was Julie

“See pet you’ve given Ms Liza much pleasure and I’m jealous and now I have to punish you. I told you how I relieve the pressure when she cuckolds me. Now it’s your turn to suffer.”

That scared the crap out of me. I was really was not into pain.

“Here is what I’m going to do. According to my count Ms Liza had six major orgasms, that warrants six ‘of the best’ with our paddle across your ass. Once that is over with, I’ll massage it and put some ointment on it so that you won’t bruise too badly. Any bruises should be gone by tomorrow afternoon but the car ride to the golf course may still be a bit uncomfortable. The seats in your car are not like those in the limo.”

Now both of them were chuckling.

“Here is the deal. You can refuse but that would mean the end of our friendship and it would sadden us both. While Liza has only met you today, I’ve grown quite fond of you. For the lowly male specie you are really a great guy. I know that you are not really into pain and I want you trust me that I will never exceed what you can tolerate. Suffer for me and there could be untold rewards in your future.”

I was intrigued.

“Ms Julie, while I’m scared and you are right about not liking serious pain, for you I will try my very best to take what you plan to dish out. I do not want to lose your and Ms Liza’s friendship. So please tell me what to do.”

They led me to a hassock and positioned me so that I was kneeling against it with my belly and chest on top of it.

“Here”, taking one of my hands, “hold this and here is the other one. Do not let go. If you do, I start over again. While my sadistic urges want that to happen, I will suppress those and hope that you can manage to hang on. Maybe slip your hand through the loop and then grab it. That’s it. Now it’s not so easy to let go. I know, instinct will try to make you let go and rub your ass after each blow. Don’t.”

“Breathe deeply my pet. I will help you calm your nerves. It’s OK to groan, moan and cry out. We don’t mind, just don’t utter the word ‘mercy’ because that is your safe word for the day and I will stop but then we have the other problem I mentioned earlier.”

I heard something whistle through the air. Holy cuckolds brownie that sounded scary.

“Ready pet, here comes the first one. Ms Liza is going to count.”

“I never felt such pain as the first stroke hit both cheeks of my ass. I jumped but hung on to the loops. Two more followed in quick succession. The last one caused me to groan quite loud.

“Half way there pet.”

Soft hands started to massage my ass. I almost started to moan in pleasure.

“OK, get ready for the rest. The first three were just a ‘warm up’.”

Oh no.

Sure enough the next one was quite a bit harder than the earlier ones. There was a pause. I guess they really wanted the pain to penetrate my brain completely. Then there was the next one and after another pause the last one.

That one made me cry out.

Then there were the hands again, this time applying a cool soothing lotion to my really sore ass.

“You did well pet. You can let go and get up.”

Suddenly I was in a ‘hug sandwich’. A naked Liza pressing her wonderful breasts against my chest while I could feel Julie’s nipples through the filmy fabric against my back.

“You did well pet. Thank you for suffering for me. It’s all good now. My ego is restored and all is in harmony. But now I’m horny again and only Ms Liza can take care of my needs at this point. So I’m going to lead you to your doggie bed and chain you up just like the last time.”

I got a quick kiss from Liza that held certain promises of things to come as an impatient Julie started to tug on my dick.

“Let’s go. She is mine now. I’ll wake you just like last Saturday when it’s time to get up.”

Timmy,
Quite delicious that. Permisterally, I could have done without the pain bit but I know from your other stories how much that turns you on and the way you write about almost makes it sound exciting. Almost. I'm really loving the story though. You do have these characters nailed. I can't wait to see what happens with Clarissa too. Thanks again for giving it to us.