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

Timmy

I'm also enjoying the story and like Peak, I not so much into pain, but the story is beautifully concieved and has some nice twists. I am very eager to find out what happened with Clarissa.

GH

Myself I like the pain. Adds a little touch of delicious spice. But then I enjoy it in real life too.


M

Peak and GH,

thank you for your comments.

Mykey thank you too. You know what I'm talking about. Had fun last Thursday - some denial, tease and *** including some spanking all followed by lots of TLC. Peak and GH you may want to try it. Just might like it. There is a very fine line between serious pain and pleasure and my Lady knows how to walk that.

Clarissa

There I sat on the bed in my hotel room. The sun streaming through the window. I bet Terry is having a great time out on the golf course with that bitch and his buddies.

Then I started to think back on last night. The beginning was hot and l loved the way Roger tried to humiliate my hubby. I had to come to his defense but my heart wasn’t in it. Not that what I said wasn’t the truth. Terry is and always will be a great lover. But this is a game, well not really, more like a quest to find just the right path to make him totally subservient to me.

So far I haven’t had much luck. Yeah, he goes along up to a point but then his macho reflexes kick in and I lose him.

And how in the world did he get out of that room last night? I was sure I had closed that connecting door. First of all it wasn’t supposed to be that easy for him to get loose. I must have made a mistake, gave him too much slack. I really wanted him use his safe word. Pretend that I didn’t understand what he was mumbling about through that gag. Have him beg me to release him when I finally relented and took my panties out of his mouth.

Maybe get some further concessions out of him before releasing him. I know it would have been risky and might have blown our relationship to bits but I’m still counting on him loving me so much that he either sucks it up and goes along with it or if not, after a while comes crawling begging that I take him back.

My pussy flooded at that thought, him begging to be let back into the house. I used my vibe and got myself off a couple of times visualizing him naked on his knees. Maybe outside on the front porch begging and slobbering all over my feet while doing so.

Well not this time.

I have to say, my baby has style. Blowing me a kiss and flipping Roger a bird when he realized that Terry was leaving. I had a hard time not to laugh at that.

It was hard getting Roger to calm down after Terry left. I sure as hell did not want some other guest call security about a disturbance in my room.

The strange thing, I wasn’t really turned on by having Terry watch me giving Roger that blow job and then letting him fuck me. Maybe neither of us is much into the watching thing.

Now humiliating hubby is a whole different story. I really liked that and I’m going to have to explore that further. Maybe that is where his submissive side will be more receptive. He did say that he was somewhat aroused that very first time we came here when I flirted with those guys and bossed him around in front of them, then totally ignored him ‘til it was getting too ‘hot’ and we had to bail before trouble started.

Funny, once Terry was gone, the sex with Roger was so much better. I felt free from any pressure and just let things happen. He was good. Not as good as Terry in some ways but he did have that commanding presence that I seem to need. So I might see him again. Go on a date during the week. Just tell Terry not to expect me home ‘til late and not to wait up because I’m seeing Roger.

Now if I just could find a way of getting Terry to eat my lover’s cum. He was so adamant about not wanting to do that. I wonder if I could sneak it by him like later today. Not clean my pussy inside. Roger left a ton of sperm in there. Just me knowing that he’s getting some ‘left overs’ would be almost as good as him knowing that he’s getting strange cream pie. Should I try? Just wash my pussy superficially when I take my shower?

I think that is my ultimate fantasy. Getting fucked by someone like Roger in My room while Terry waits chained up in the other room for me to come to him with a pussy and ass full of my lover’s cum for him to clean up. To restrict him from having sex with me to the absolute minimum, like days when I really feel the need to be loved and cared for the way only Terry can. I guess I could also make an exception for his birthday and our anniversary. No not the anniversary. It is would be way more humiliating to have him clean me up on that special day. I know, that will be the ONE day he gets to fuck me after my lover. Sloppy seconds. The rest of the time he’s just there for oral services.

Those thoughts got me off one more time.

I’m gonna have to try and steer him in that direction.

Well I’m hungry. Better get myself moving. A quick shower, then breakfast and go home.

Terry

Last thoughts as I drifted off to relax on my doggie bed and chained to the john.

Other than really needing relieve from the CB I was content. Yes my ass hurt like hell but it think I can deal with that in the future. The spanking wasn’t malicious, just that Julie had a need to restore the “balance” or “harmony”. It was also clear that she appreciated my suffering for her in the way she soothed my ass after it was all over. The whole evening was a strange experience. So many unspoken promises. I have no idea where this is all leading. Well nothing to do but to go with the flow.

Now my relationship with Clarissa was a whole different matter. I still don’t know what her final goals are but my sixth sense tells me that I won’t like it. Well, I have my boundaries and made them pretty clear to her. So again it’s a matter of wait and see where things go.

There was the nudge with the toes, waking me up.

“Time to get up pet.”

This time it was Liza.

“Get on your knees so that I can take the collar and mask off. There you go.”

I had to blink, to get used to the light in the bathroom and finally was able to focus on Liza.

She looked stunning. Her red hair in a pony tail and she was wearing either the same or a matching negligee like Julie had on last night. The same promise of hot body but no true see-through. One difference, because of her much larger breasts, there was movement of her hard nipples as she moved around.

“Stand up and bend over, let me see your ass. Hmm, not too bad. Some light bruising right here and there too.”

I knew where because she hit those spots with her hand. Not too hard but also not really gently.

“Ouch”

“Come on pet, don’t be a sissy. Be glad it’s me and not Julie doing it.”

I was waiting for Liza to leave so that I could relieve the pressure in my bladder but she was just standing there leaning against the door frame and appraising me, a wide smile on her face.

“Well what are you waiting for. Go pee and take a shower and one more thing. There is some detergent under the sink. Wash the hood but do it all quickly. Remember to have a breakfast date and a tee time.”

“Ms Liza, please…”

Chuckling: “You want me to leave don’t you pet? Well, not going to happen. Learn to deal with it. Julie likes to hurt guys physically. I enjoy humiliating them. My way paying them back for making me want them. I blame you and every man on earth that I’m bi and not a true lesbian like Julie.”

“So I’m going to stand here and watch you struggle to pee. I know. It’s gonna be hard. Your cock is hard as rock from looking at me, from reliving last night’s fun and games and I suspect the offense too.”

She didn’t help matters when she started to move the robe aside to create some spectacular cleavage.

“Turn the water on in the sink and sit on the toilet, it will come. It did last night. Of course it was a little easier then because you were wearing the mask and couldn’t see my hot body.”

Spreading the robe just a bit more, just to the edge of one areola while all the time having a great twinkle in those green eyes and a big grin on her face.

That’s when Julie came to my rescue.

Liza leave the poor pet alone. You’ve humiliated him enough. He needs to get going. Come on, let’s go.”

Julie closed the door behind them and the flood gates opened.

I quickly washed the hood and propped it over the faucet handle to dry, then hopped into the shower.

This time I had to look for my clothes.

As I walked into the living area both Julie and Liza got up and once again I was in a hug sandwich.

“Good morning pet.”

This was followed by a really nice kiss from Liza and a kiss on my cheek from Julie.

“Liza tells me that your ass is in reamisterable shape and no long lasting damage was done.”

The witch, she followed that statement up with a serious pinch.

“Ouch”

“Liza you are right, he’s a sissy. We have to toughen him up if we want him to stay around”

They both laughed.

“Come let’s have a quick glass of juice and some coffee, then you can get dressed. Looks like a lovely day out there. It’s all out on the balcony. Don’t worry. There is no building higher than ours. Nobody can see your handsome naked bod.”

Thirty minutes later we were ready to go.

I watched with certain envy as Julie and Liza embraced and kissed each other good bye. I hadn’t had a nice good bye like that from Clarissa for some time. Well not really that long, but it seems like ages.

Then it was my turn, not anywhere nearly as long but very nice, the kiss from Liza.

“Have fun. Call me when you’re ready to leave the club. I’ll have lunch ready for us.”

Clarissa

I was working myself into a snit, Terry wasn’t coming home and his phone went straight to voice mail. I know he turns it off on the course but usually it’s right back up when they are done playing.

Finally he rolled in just before four like he used to do before I laid down the law about skipping lunch, BSing with the guys after their round.

At first I thought about reading him the riot act, but then decided against it and just play the worried wife.

“Babe, I was getting worried about you. Your phone is off.

As I hugged and kissed him.

“Come get me a glass of wine and yourself one too or if you prefer a beer and we can sit on the patio and talk. I want to know how your evening and today went.”

With that I headed outside.

He brought me my wine but had nothing for himself.

“Nothing much to tell. Now I better go and do your laundry.”

Before I could say anything he was gone. Damn that man. He’s so fuckin’ irritating at times. There he does the subbie stuff of doing my laundry but ignores my need to know what happened. Again I was tempted to let him have it, but decided to wait ‘til later. See how the rest of the afternoon and evening goes. Maybe he’ll be more receptive to talking about last night later on.

I was getting hungry and started to look for Terry. He must have been dawdling because he was just hanging my last bra on the drying rack in the laundry room.

“Hey babe, thanks for doing those. What are we going to do about dinner? Not too many choices since we didn’t talk about it earlier in the week.”

“Burgers and a salad or Chinese takeout?”

“Your choice, I don’t care. I would be fine with some soup and a sandwich. I’m not all that hungry.”

“Suit yourself. I’ll have some of the soup you pick and a salad. Just fix it and serve it out on the patio.”

I turned and started to walk away.

“Clarissa, wait a minute. That is not the way it works around here. Remember meal preparation on weekends is a joint operation. I might have let it slide had you bothered to say please.”

“I’m your still your husband, not the hired help or some slave boy.”

I was stunned – how dare he. He’s my cuckold, not my husband but then I caught myself.

“Sorry babe, you are right. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m just pissed at you for coming home so late. I thought we had that all worked out. You know you come home right after the round is finished.”

“Well, I had to drive Julie home and she invited me for lunch. Couldn’t very well refuse her.”

There was my opening.

“Why, did you pick her up? I assumed you went home after you escaped from the hotel room and that she would meet you at the club.”

“Clarissa that is another subject, to be talked about tonight. See, you claim to be pissed at me for coming home late while I have real serious reamisters to be angry at you. But that will wait ‘til after dinner. I prefer to fight on a full stomach.

“Let’s clear that up first why it took me ‘til four to come home while you work on the salad and I get the soup going and fix us a sandwich.”

“I have to go out of town for two or three weeks not really sure. The only thing sure is that I will be back the latest a day or two before we are supposed to go to that art exhibition and auction gala that Julie is putting on for the local talent.”

“Why spring this on me now? Usually you know at least a week ahead of time that you’re leaving for some place. Now you tell me on a Saturday. What are you trying to pull?”

I was getting angry again.

“It’s like this, I had a phone call from Jamister’s wife while having lunch at Julie’s place. Jamister ran into trouble and is in the hospital. Not quite sure what trouble he’s in. I won’t know ‘til I get to Seattle. So I went to the office to make travel arrangements and check on some reports that Jamister had sent earlier in the week and hadn’t read. In case you don’t remember Jamister is the West Coast manager. With him out of commission and us working on a special project for Boeing, I need to get out there asap. Hence I’m leaving in the morning. That way I can still get to the hospital and check on Jamister and find out what is going on.”

“The limo will be here at eight.”

“I’ll call you just like always when I get to my hotel.”

“Two to three weeks, that’s a long time. How am I going to manage without your loving tongue?”

Let’s go and eat, then talk. OK?”

We went out to the patio with our soups, salads and Terry’s sandwich. While there we talked about the golf earlier this morning and a bit more about the trip.

"You could always come out to Seattle for a long weekend."

I decided to not answer that. I really had other plans.

Terry put the dirty dishes away and came out with the wine bottle for me and cognac and pipe for himself.

“Now about last night. Like I said I’m really still very angry at your betrayal.”

“Betrayal? What the hell are you talking about?”

“The connecting door was locked and if I hadn’t taken certain precautions I would have been naked out in the hallway with possibly the wrong card key. There were several on the dresser. How could I know which one was for my room. I couldn’t see which one you gave to the idiot to break in two.”

“Precautions?”

“Yes dear, I’ve lost a lot of trust in you. So I arranged to have keys ready for both rooms for Julie and Liza, who is a very nice lady by the way. Sort of built like you, maybe a little bigger boobs. Yeah bigger boobs.”

That stung. He’s got a breast fetish. Julie was no competition with her being a died in the wool lez and smallish boobs. Liza being bi and having bigger tits than me is a different kettle of fish. I’ll have to be careful.

“Like I said I didn’t trust you that I could get out of the bonds. By the way I almost didn’t. So they waited an hour and then came into the room. You were too wrapped up in your sucking and fucking to notice. I had just gotten loose, so I signaled them go to my room and make sure the connecting door was open. When I saw that they had it open, I left, blew you the kiss and asshole the bird. That was fun.”

“So, just be absolutely clear, I will never trust you with a situation like last night. You will never be able to voluntarily tie me up and power me to watch. Maybe if you haveged me or several of your fuck toys overwhelm me, you could but never out of my free will.”

“By the way how was asshole in bed? You didn’t sound like you really enjoyed yourself. Remember I KNOW how you sound and react when you have a mind blowing orgasm. NOT while I was there.”

“Ready to give this BS up and resume our normal happy marriage?”

“No buster, you agreed to three months of chastity and you’ll serve them out.”

“Speaking of chastity, you better get the key and unlock me. Replace the lock with one of the plastic tabs. I’m NOT going through security with that lock on my dick.”

“Tough buster, you’ll have no choice. I decided to leave the keys in the office since I was so very much tempted to unlock you after last week’s fiasco, I decided not to take that chance and locked them in my desk.”

“Oh, yes “Princess” I do have a choice.”

Damn, he made that Princess sound like sneer.

“My trusty bolt cutter will do very well. I sort look at it as a ‘master key’.”

“You better use the safe word if you do that.”

“Don’t need to. You are the one breaking the agreement. You promised NO public exposure. I’m willing to risk that I will get picked at random for one of those body scanners and I have no idea of what if any they will see but having the metal detector go off in the crowd and answer awkward questions after they use the hand wands and emptied all my pockets constitutes public exposure in my mind and a breach of the agreement.”

“Maybe you are just bluffing and really have the key or a spare here. You got ‘til 7:30 in the morning to come up with a key and plastic tab. After that I’ll cut it off.”

Damn, that bastard. He had me cold. I did have a key. Another lie. Not good. I’m sure he’s keeping score. Maybe I should just let him cut it off.

I switched subjects, trying to put him on the defensive.

“You still haven’t told me what you did after you got out of my room at the hotel.”

“And I’m not going to. I don’t really want to know how your evening went with your fuck toy so I see no need to tell you about mine. Let’s just say that I had a pretty good time and truly hope that you did too. That it was worth the risk to our marriage.”

It maybe a few days 'til I get a chance to write more. Please hang in there.

Timmy

Thanks, this has become a great story.

Don't worry, take your time and take care of your business. We'll be here waiting patiently for your return and the next segment of this exciting story.

GH

Timmy,
Better to get it right later than wrong now. I do like how you are progressing it but I wonder whether or not you are regretting publishing the first three lines of the story now. I mean, we know they survive that long even if we don't know the outcome. Still, it's a hell of a journey ..

I find knowing the way the three months end is driving my reading. There is no obvious (to me) way that he can trust Clarissa enough to make it that far. Trust is hard to build once lost. So I'm really interested in finding out how this plays out.

And did I mention it's hot? That little segment about her pussy flooding when he begs. And the bit about reducing Sex to a minimum while making him clean up. Delicious!!

GH, Peak and Mykey,

many thanks for your kind words and comments.

“Look, I need to get ready for the trip and then I’ll have to go to relax. Tomorrow is going to a very long day. Please remember 7:30.”

“Terry, I really want you to spend some time with your face in my pussy and butt. It will be a very long time for me before I’ll have that pleasure again.”

“I’m sorry Clarissa but I really don’t feel up to that. I have a lot on my mind, both work and relationship wise and would have trouble giving you the pleasures that you deserve. It’s not that you’ll go without sex, not like me stuck in this plastic cage unless you don’t come up with the key and I’ll cut it off. You can be sure that I’ll use that opportunity to relief my blue balls. I won’t cheat on you with a lady but my hand will see some action.”

“Come on babe, you’ve never refused to eat my pussy ever before. What’s going on? Are you falling out of love because of all of this? Talk to me babe.”

I got up and hugged Terry and before he had a chance to do anything my tongue was searching for the long gone tonsils.

“Babe, I love you and I don’t want to screw that up but we have a deal and really would like to see it through. I’m sorry if I haven’t been more reassuring about me loving you. I know you’ve told me hundreds of times how fragile your ego is when it comes to me. Like I said. I’m sorry.”

“I promise, you’ll find at the end that it was worth the rough trip. So please, just a couple of O’s for me. Please.”

I was sure he couldn’t resist but it felt like I had been kicked in the stomach when he said.

“Clarissa, thank you trying to reassure me but I’m just not completely convinced. I truly feel betrayed. That connecting door to my room was definitely locked. Both Julie and Liza confirmed that. You had promised to make sure that it was open and available for my escape. You tried to humiliate me to an extend that I find unacceptable.”

“Like I said, I have a lot of thinking to do. Maybe being away from it all for several weeks will be good for me.”

“Find the plastic tab for the CB and put it on the kitchen table. I’ll try not to damage the CB when I cut the lock off in the morning.”

“Good night Clarissa, I do love you but you are making things really difficult for me.”

With that he turned away and went upstairs.

“Damn, am I losing him? Did I push too hard. I’m so confused. Well he’ll be gone tomorrow and I can talk to Roger and see if he has some advice. I sure don’t want to talk to Julie.

Terry

When I got up in the morning, I had a pleasant surprise. Clarissa was in the kitchen fixing breakfast and the coffee what hot and ready.

“Good morning babe, I hope you slept better than I did (a little chuckle). I guess you are by now a bit more used to being sexually frustrated. My toys are OK but I sure missed your lovely talented tongue.”

“Clarissa, thank you this is a very pleasant surprise and it’s very much appreciated.”

“I’m sorry about last night. I really didn’t mean to slight you but I hope that you can understand where I’m coming from. Maybe when I get back, we can take a couple of days, get away from it all and refocus on our relationship. I’ll be OK if you don’t unlock me for that just as long as we give each other lots of TLC.”

“I’d like that Terry. Yes. Please let me know when you plan on coming home and I’ll find us a place away from it all.”

“I really love you and just like you, I’ll review what has happened to us and try to figure out what to do to avoid making the mistakes I’ve been making. I don’t want to upset you. I know I have my work cut out to try to regain some of the trust you lost in me. I could tell you that the connecting door got locked by accident but I won’t. Yes it was deliberate and I’m sorry for that. I overstepped the boundaries that we had agreed on.”

By that time I had finished eating.

“I need to take a shower and shave. Did you find the keys?”

“No, like I said, they are locked in my desk drawer in the office. Do you think that with my help you could just cut the lock and not destroy the CB? I do have a plastic tag to replace the lock while you’re on your trip.”

“Well, let’s see. Come into the garage with me. I got a couple of bold cutters. One is pretty big with a nice lever action. I should cut the lock.”

With Clarissa’s help we were able to just cut the lock and not have to destroy the CB.

“Why don’t you keep the CB off for your shower, I’ll come along and make sure that you don’t get yourself into trouble while washing your lovely cock. Just might help you.”

“Clarissa, I don’t have times for games. But sure, it will be nice to clean my dick without the thing on. Let’s go, you can watch – not touch.”

I kind of enjoyed that because I know she really wanted to tease me and get me horny. Payback for last night.

After my shower Clarisse inserted the plastic tab to secure the CB with a big smile and a certain amount of ceremony. Then made a big production of writing down the number of the tab.

“I’ll stick this up on the fridge so I can check on you when you get home.”

I got dressed and carried my case down stairs, grabbed my lap top and was ready to go just as the limo pulled up in front of the house.

It was a very tender and sweet good bye kiss. Something had missed the last couple of weeks.

As I waited for my suitcase in Seattle a somewhat familiar lady approached me.

“Hi Terry, welcome to Seattle. In case you don’t remember I’m Grace, Jamister’s wife. I have his company car outside. I’ll take you to your hotel and then leave the car with you. He won’t need it.”

Grace was a good looking lady, someone you could call in the current vernacular a MILF. Tall, nice boobs and long blond hair. A California girl transplanted to rainy Seattle.

“So what happened? Can we go to the hospital? Can I talk to him. I need to find out what is going on. What the status of the Boeing project is.”

“Terry, please wait ‘til we are in the car. I’ll explain it all. You won’t like it.”

My bag came and we headed out the short term parking in front of the terminal.

“Terry, let me drive. I know the way and you can concentrate on listening.”

“Jamister got himself into a big mess because he couldn’t keep his worthless dick in his pants.”

“What?”

“Yes, he’s been relaxing with one of the project managers from Boeing. Her husband is over in Afghanistan and I guess word got to him. Some one waylaid the two of them. He’s got broken legs, arms and his jaw is wired shut because it’s broken too. So he can’t talk nor can he write or type on a lap top. He barely can move his head to yes or no questions.”

"Seems that word got around of what was going on and some army buddies took corrective action. According to news reports, the girl also suffered a broken jaw. Rumors are all over the place. Some people say she got her jaw broken because she was given Jamister a blow job at the time that team of ‘sex vigilantes’ broke into her home. Yes, that’s what papers call them. Seems it was five guys but there is no traces of any kind of evidence. Clean in and out kind of mission that rangers and other special powers guys are so good at. None of the neighbors heard or saw anything ‘til the next morning when one of them saw her tied to a porch pole with a sign over her naked boobs.”

“This is what happens to whores who disrespect their husbands serving in harm’s way.”

“He called the cops and EMT’s and they found Jamister inside the house. Another four or five hours and most likely he would have been dead.”

“You sure he’s been relaxing with this woman. Yes. I have some surveillance photos. I was getting ready to dump him when all this happened. I think, he was ready to bolt. He emptied what was left of our mister’s college funds. They are twins and would have started their junior year in the fall. If I can’t recover the money, they’ll have to interrupt their education unless I can come up with some financial aid.”

By that time we had gotten to the hotel. I grabbed my bag and lap top out of the trunk and she handed the keys to the valet.

“Grace, come inside with me. I check in and then we can talk some more. I need more information. Why don’t you find a nice private spot in the coffee shop and I’ll join you there in ten minutes.”

When I rejoined her, I ordered a coffee and a piece of apple pie while she just had some tea.

“So as far as you know, how long has this been going on?”

“I’m not sure, but you’ve been working on the Boeing project for almost a year. My best guess at least six month. That’s when I began to notice some changes in behavior with Jamister. Five weeks ago I found a condom pack in one of his pockets. I had some issues after the twins were born and I can no longer get pregnant, so we don’t use any form of contraception. That’s when I got suspicious. A cousin runs an investigation firm and I asked her to check on him. That’s why I have proof. I had told her to stop following him a week ago. I had enough for the divorce.”

“So my life and that of our misters is in the crapper because of that SOB.”

What are you going to do about Jamister?’

“I have no choice but to fire him but, I won’t do it until he’s out of the hospital. That way his medical coverage stays in effect. I’m not going to let you get stuck with hospital bills.”

“Whew, that’s a big load of my mind. Now all I have to worry about is money for the college. I have a good job and can provide for us. The house is in my name and paid for. I inherited it from my grandparents.”

“Tell me about your boys. What are they majoring in?”

“Electrical engineering and computer science, just like their dad.”

“Their grades any good?”

“Sure are, I’m really proud of those two. They’ve been a great support these two days.”

“I want to talk to them maybe on Friday. First I have to see how much damage there has been done to the project and relationship with Boeing. I should have that worked by then.”

“Tell them to prepare for a job interview. Have resumes for me. The company has a scholarship/intern program. I think your boys just might qualify for that especially since they have already two years under their belts.”

“Wow, I don’t know how to thank you Terry.”

“Don’t thank me yet, they still have to pass the interview. If they do, the company pays for school and books. In turn they have to work for us during all semester breaks, other than a two week vacation just before school starts again in the fall and the usual holidays like Thanksgiving and Christmas. There is no pay as long as they stay local. If I decide that I want them back east for the summer, they’ll get a small cash allowance besides room and board.”

“Listen Grace, I’m really sorry that Jamister got himself into such a mess. I really liked him and I’m very disappointed. I hope that we don’t have any trouble with Boeing over this.”

“I managed to get a hold of Janice Walters, she was away for the weekend but I found her. That’s why you couldn’t reach her. She’s home and is waiting for your call. You can get the status updates from her.”

Janice is the number two permister in the Seattle office. This maybe her big chance to advance to number one. This week will show me if she’s ready for it.

“Thank you Grace that is a big help. The more I know before going into the office tomorrow, the better I like it.”

“How are you getting home?”

“I’ll call the boys, one of them will come and pick me up.”

“Call me if you need anything. You’ve got my cell number. Again I’m so sorry.”

There wasn’t much else to say. She’s a remarkable lady, I guess she’s gotten used feeling betrayed. Well at least as much as one can under the circumstance. I’m wondering if in back of her head she isn’t pretty happy about the beating her hubby got. Especially after finding out that he’s been spending the boys college money on the other woman.

Janice wasn’t happy having to cut her weekend short but understood and we made a dinner date.

I had a list of questions that had prepared while reading Jamister’s reports and she had answers for all of them. She was certainly on top of things. Made me wonder if I had missed something. That it was really her that made things happen.

Well I was very tired after our dinner and told her to get back to her family. That I would see her in the morning in the office.

First think we did that morning was to get hold of man in charge of the project at Boeing and we got an appointment that afternoon.

Turns out that we got lucky. The girl that Jamister had been relaxing with did not have any authority to make decisions but it seems that she gave Jamister that impression. Looks like she played him for a sucker. As a matter of fact Boeing had been ready to fire her for cause when the whole mess came out after the beating Jamister got.

Immorality, especially if members of the armed services are the victims is frowned upon at Boeing.

The folks at Boeing were happy to deal with Janice on the project and other than some lost productivity because of gossip around the water coolers, no harm was done.

I stayed the week to evaluate operations of the Seattle branch and over lunch on Friday I told Janice to find a replacement for herself because she was moving into Jamister’s spot. I also told her that she would have a couple of interns to deal with.

"Interns?"

“Yes Janice, I want Jamister’s boys to be the first at a branch office. We’ll work out details but the company will pay tuition and books for the two of them starting with the Fall semester. They are both engineering students. Find a mentor for them. They both have summer jobs and don’t want leave those folks in a lurch, the earliest they’ll be available will be for a couple of weeks right after New Year’s.”

“I love the idea of the internships but why those two?

“Not their fault that their man screwed up. Don’t tell anyone but he squandered a got part of their college money on that slut. So I admit that feel sorry for them and their lady but they got picked on their own merits. They are bright and eager and were able to convince me that they deserved a shot.”

“You stick around with me and you get to pick the next two candidates after these two graduate.”

“We’ll process all the paperwork through the home office but I’ll keep you in the loop.”

Earlier that morning I had met the twins and was truly impressed. They had put together a couple of impressive resumes and also had gotten written recommendations from a couple of their professors even though school was still out. I also liked the idea that they wanted to fulfill their commitment to their summer jobs. It’s kids like this that can secure the future of my company.

I had called Clarissa last night and told her that I was coming home on Saturday afternoon. She sounded pretty enthusiastic and promised to meet me at the airport.

There she was in a sexy new number – not slutty but still very sexy looking summer dress that made every red reded male from pre-teen to feeble old farts look at least twice if not more often.

“Hey baby, welcome home. So glad you were able to cut your trip short.”

With that she flew into my arms and started again looking for those elusive tonsils.

Clarissa

I was in a funk when Terry left. At least I was able to keep him in that CB. I honestly regretted letting that connecting door close and cut off his escape. It showed me how much of Terry’s trust I had lost when I found out that he had planned a “rescue mission” just in case that I wouldn’t let him leave.

Of course those two bitches agreed readily to help him. They are supposed to be on my side. Girl Power sort of thing. But no they go right along with him. I wonder what they are up to. What is their agenda, in spite of being a died in the wool lesbian and supposedly man hater Julie sure is interested in Terry. That the other one is bisexual doesn’t help my cause either.

Well I went back to bed for a while but just tossed and turned. Even my trusty vibes couldn’t settle me down.

I finally gave up and soaked in the tub for a while. How nice it would have been to have Terry here to pamper me, put lotion all over my body while his cock struggled with the confinement in the CB. I probably would have shortened it up for that. Make it a bit more painful. At least for a while.

Around eleven that morning I decided to call Roger.

“Hey studman. Did you recover? Your cock working again because I sure could use it.”

“Hubby? He left early this morning for an emergency trip to Seattle. Could be gone for almost three weeks. All depending how things work out."

"I was thinking that you could come over, I’ll fix us some lunch and then we can enjoy ourselves all day and all night long.”

“OK, I concede that we need some relax since tomorrow is a work day. That’s why I want to get an early start. We can take an occasional break soaking in the hot tub or sort of cool down in the pool. Both are totally secluded, no need for any bathing suits.”

“No Rog, that is not an option. I’m not going out to dinner with you. We can call and have something delivered but I’m not going to take a chance of someone spotting us and telling Terry. The first time that happens, I’m toast. So I won’t take that chance EVER.”

“Live with that or forget my phone number and e-mail.”

“No, it’s OK. I understand, you had to ask. Just remember that it will always be like that.”

“Let me give you directions. Your GPS may not find our place.”

An hour later, the door bell rang and I greeted my stud in five inch heels, black seamed stockings, black garter and a black shelf bra that just lifted a bit, not that I really needed that, and left the nipples fully exposed.

I loved the look on Roger’s eyes and I’ll have to try to be around when Terry picks it out of the laundry basket to wash. He hasn’t seen it. I’ll have make sure I get plenty of cum stains on what little fabric there is.

Roger being Roger skipped the hello kiss and zoomed in on one of my boobs and his finger went straight for my sopping wet pussy.

We were off to the race.

“Easy big boy. We have all afternoon and night. Let’s get you comfy like naked and then I’ll lead you to the patio and take the edge off with one of my patented blow jobs.”

“Then I’ll feed you and we get to some serious fucking.”

I was hungry, so I didn’t spend a lot of time or finesse on his blow job and at this point he really didn’t care. Finesse was for later when it was time to revive that cock.

“OK, just sit here and relax. I’ll get our lunch. Beer or wine?”

“I’ll have a beer.”

While we were eating I related my woes with Terry and how he no longer completely trusted me.

“I think you need up the pressure. Take a spacer ring or two out of his CB, then behave like a love stricken slut around him. Lots boobs in his face. Kisses by the hundreds. Keep telling him how much you love him and how much you appreciate his willingness to put up with your antics. Stuff like that. Wear his tongue to a frazzle but make sure you always thank him.”

“Make him feel loved and appreciated. Don’t power issues that he’s reluctant to accept. You can bring them up in conversations but if balks, back off. Don’t get mad at him for not wanting to comply. Tell him it’s OK, to just think about it. Think about how happy it would make you if he agreed. Paint great pictures of sexual rewards awaiting him on the designated release day but try to move that day back as far as you can.”

“You want to keep him in a constant state of arousal while he’s around you.”

“

“But all this talk about sex and seeing you there has got me horny and leaking. I think you better do something about that. I don’t want to stain your carpets as we walk to your bedroom.”

“Hold it Roger, my bedroom is off limits. It’s a promise I made to Terry and I’m not going to break it. No, I’m going to let you fuck me in the bed where Terry relaxs. Just think, you’re fucking his wife in HIS bed.”

“Why separate beds? Well two reamisters, for starters I would send him there in the beginning, because his tossing and turning cut into my beauty relax when he woke up from a woody fighting the CB. Then he got his gander up and decided that he would no longer relax with me, even if invited, unless he was unlocked. He didn’t say that he needed to have sex with me but he insists on being out of the CB in our bed.”

“I guess another stupid macho thing, one of his insecurities.”

“OK, I can do his bed. Let’s go after you’ve taken care of this bit of leakage here.”

Timmy,
Nicely moved on. This resolution is going to be explosive when it arrives ...

I don't know, something has to give. Clarissa going to Roger for advice on how to get along with Terry is a little like asking John Dillenger how to get along with the local police department. It seems to me like these two are still heading for a reckoning.

I can't wait to see what happens next.

Thanks again

GH

Peak and GH,

thanks again for your comments.

This next segment is going to be relatively short. The nerve in my hand is acting up again and need to give it a rest.

So we spent the rest of the afternoon and evening alternating between Terry’s bed, the hot tub and pool. Taking a short break to call for pizza and then go back to fucking.

I haven’t fucked with such abandon and feeling free and uninhibited since college and the early years of my marriage to Terry, before we started to get into games and stuff.

Around midnight we both fell arelax in Terry’s bed completely exhausted and satiated ‘til the alarm ever so rudely woke us up in the morning.

Roger had brought a set of going to work clothes and I sent him off to the shower first while I made coffee.

He came down naked, claiming that he really needed a good blow job before going to work. I obliged him before heading to the shower myself. By the time I got dressed and came down, Roger was already gone.

That SOB. He could have given me a good bye kiss.

That night after work I went shopping.

Tuesday, I left work early to be home n time for the expected delivery and the help I had arranged for moving some furniture.

By Wednesday I was horny again and called Roger.

“Want to come over and play? I’ll pick up some chicken and make a salad for dinner, than we can have a replay of Sunday, just a bit shorter.”

“Sounds fine to me. I’ll be there around seven.”

Again no good bye, just hung up. But then I guess that is what I wanted. Being treated like a slut – no emotional entanglement.

Thursday night, I got the call from Terry telling me things went better than expected and that he would be home on Saturday, arriving at the airport at four PM. I was thrilled. I could put my plan, Roger’s suggestions into action so much sooner.

Now the question was, do I let Roger come over and fuck me to exhaustion tomorrow night and try to get him out of the house in time for me to clean up. Remake the bed and air the place out. It wouldn’t do my plan of seducing Terry into being more accepting any good if the house smelled of sex.

Turns out I didn’t need to worry. Roger was going home to visit his family for a few days and wouldn’t be back ‘til Tuesday or Wednesday. Actually that suited me fine.

I briefly thought about going to the club on Friday but decided that I could manage with the help of my toys ‘til Terry got home and I could put his tongue to work.

Friday night, I did join some of my co-workers for a couple of takes before heading home.

I slept late, put some finishing touches on the changes I had made in the house. After lunch I did a few laps in the pool then went to take a bath and got ready to meet Terry at the airport.

I had bought a new sexy summer dress, just one step removed from the “slutty look” for just this trip to the airport. Now I wished I had washed that new shelf bra, rather than leaving it on top of the dirty stuff covered with Roger’s cum from Monday’s blow job. Oh well, one of my lacy bras will have to do.

It was clear that I had the desired impact on the entire male population that shared the arrival area with me. I sure hope it did the same for Terry.

As soon as I spotted him stepping of the escalator I virtually flew into his arms sladying him with kisses and started the hunt for the tonsils.

Terry was very responsive and I took that as a good sign.

“Princess, I’m so happy to see you. Thank you for coming to get me. Let’s find my bag and go home.”

I was on cloud nine, Terry called me Princess without the sneer or sarcasm displayed last weekend. Maybe thing are going to get better. Having had a week away from me might just have been the right thing. A chance to cool down. Now I have to be careful not to ruin this.

That got me to wonder if I jumped the gun with the changes I made at home while he was gone and if I should have talked to him first about it. The other thing suddenly bothering me – should I tell him that I had Roger over to fuck me several times while he was gone. Could get touchy.

We found his bag and we were soon on our way home.

On the way Terry told me what had been going on in Seattle putting great emphasis on the rough justice dealt out to the cheaters and that the cheating slut also received some physical injuries.

Was he trying to tell me something? Was this a threat?

No Terry would never let any harm come to me. But it sure gave me pause.

When we got home Terry wanted to take his suit case upstairs but I was not ready to reveal the changes that had taken place.

“Babe, that can wait. Leave it down here for now. I missed you so much and I really need your tender loving tongue in my pussy. Be a good boy and strip so that I can check on your plastic tab.”

He complied, leaving the bag in the hall way and his clothes on top of it.

Grabbing him by his cock I dragged him into the kitchen.

“I have to figure out a way of attaching a leash to this CB but that can wait. Let’s check the numbers on the tag with what I have here on the fridge.”

I made a big production of checking the numbers against my note.

“Hmm, yes you have been a good boy. Doesn’t look like you tried to tamper with the tag. I’ve got a new lock for you but that can wait.”

“I’ll be in my chair, please bring me a glass of wine and you can have some water handy in case your mouth gets dry. But then again, I doubt that the way my pussy is all squishy and wet just thinking about having you on your knees.”

Terry looked at me. I almost never made him kneel when he services me. Because the long times required by me for that would have made it very uncomfortable for him within a relative short time.

I smiled and hugged him pressing my boobs against his naked chest which caused him to emit a slight groan. Good, his cock hit the “wall”.

“Babe just for a short while and you can have a pillow. Just ask permission to get into your usual sitting position when it gets too much.”

“Yes Princess, I can do that.”

“OK babe, see you by my chair. Don’t dawdle.”

I emphasized that last comment with a squeeze to his balls.

I kept my dress on, this was not about Terry getting pleasure from seeing my nude or semi nude body, at least not yet. This was all about ME getting the pleasure I so justly deserved.

“Ah, there you are pussy boy.”

I watched Terry’s face carefully but did not see any reaction to that last comment.

“Put my wine over here, you can put your water on the floor. Just be careful and don’t knock it over. Then grab a pillow and get into position.”

I took a sip of my wine than moved my butt forward to the edge of the chair so that my pussy was over it, spread my legs and smiled at Terry before reclining back into the chair.

“OK pussy boy, get your head under my dress. Don’t touch just get close and breathe deeply. Put your hands behind your back and keep them there for now. I’ll let you know when it’s OK to touch me.”

There he was, my cuckold pussy boy, just an inch or two away from my soaking wet thong, breathing deeply so I could feel him exhaling.

My pussy was quivering in anticipation but I was not quite ready. I need to further reestablish my dominance over Terry. So I sat up again, lifted my skirt back and grabbed his hair quite powerfully. Not sure if he winced or not.

“Look at me pussy boy.”

I pushed his head back so that he could look into my eyes.

“While you were gone, I reviewed the agreement. To refresh my memories. To make sure I was living up to it. Thing is pussy boy, I found that you did NOT live up to your end.”

“I quote paragraph 5 – ‘Terry is required to provide oral services to GODDESS at any time and any place without hope of any relief of his own needs.’ Clearly your refusal last Saturday is contrary to this provision.”

“In some ways I feel that I should punish you but on the other hand, since I did not think of that provision, that would not be quite fair. Of course you should have remembered but I give you the benefit of the doubt since you were under considerable stress at that time due to the situation in Seattle.”

I ignored, that I had greatly contributed to that stress by my attempted betrayal on Friday. No betrayal is too strong a word even though I’m sure Terry views it that way.

“So remember those words in the future ‘ANY time – ANY place’.”

“Now get busy, you can use your hands to remove my thong. It ties on the right side for easy removal. Then get your face into my pussy without any of your fancy foreplay, at least for now. I just need to have a couple of orgasms to take the edge off, then we can play.”

I almost crushed his head. That first orgasm was extremely powerful and totally unexpected. It was just like a dam had burst because there was a second and third in short succession. I think that his docile acceptance to my demands, even if phrased very benign, had a lot to do with the intensity. Maybe I could mold him into the cuckold I wanted and needed. Just one step at a time.

I gave ourselves a bit of a rest.

“Sit babe. No need to stay on your knees any longer. I know they start to hurt pretty quick. I guess all that basket ball in high school and college did take its toll on them.”

“Baby, that was absolutely beautiful. Damn, I sure missed you. We are going to have to try very hard to avoid misunderstandings…”.

That got me a frown and I decided to shut up before creating a problem where there wasn’t any at that moment.

“Why don’t we go to into the pool for a while and cool off.”

We started to horse around and I gave my baby plenty of chances to grab my boobs or I tried to dunk him by jumping up on him with my boobs landing in his face. Anything I could think of to increase his need for sexual release.

When we got tired of the game I and we had dried each other off, I told him.

“Sit in on of the lounges and relax. You’ve earned it. I’m going to fix us some snacks. Want a beer or wine? Maybe something stronger?”

“Princess, let me help you.”

“No babe, you had a rough week. Just take it easy. It’s no big deal.”

I actually had it all ready and just needed to pull the cheese and fruit plate out of the fridge, grab his beer and head back out.

“Here we go. It sure turned out to be a beautiful day. Yesterday they were talking about rain for today and tomorrow. I wonder if Julie played golf with the guys.”

“When I talked to her on Monday telling her that I would be out of town for a while, she said she would. She’s getting pretty good now that she’s playing a bit more regular. I suspect she goes some evenings and practices. Maybe even some refresher lesmisters. Got to watch it or I’ll start losing money to her. The guys keep edging her on. They’ve been paying me for so long that it’s a really big deal for them when I have to pay up.”

“OK babe are you ready for paragraphs two and three of our agreement? The ones that talk about you being bound when I remove the CB for any reamister and the one that gives me the right to play with MY cock in any way I want to but do not have to give you any relief?”

“I’m thinking of using our leather cuffs and putting you on the double lounger. Plenty of room on it for me to move around and have you eat my pussy and ass while I tease your cock – oops I mean MY cock.”

“Go pee and then come right back. It will be a while before I let you up from there once I have you secured and bring the box on the kitchen table. It has some toys I want to use, the ropes and cuffs and also a new lock for your CB once we’re done.”

I bound Terry to the lounger and then cut the plastic seal to his CB. I actually had to get some ice in order to get the CB off without taking skin along.

There was deep sigh when his lovely cock was able to stand up and “stretch”.

“I bet that feels good. But I wonder if you won’t start begging to be locked up again when I get really going with my teasing and tormenting that lovely thing.”

You know I should really punish you, (I twisted both nipples pretty hard) for all the grief you put me through, not living up to our agreement, but I’m just happy that you’re back and I get to play with you. So I won’t beat you unless you really upset me.”

I smiled at Terry, then bent down pressing my boobs against his chest before biting one of his earlobes.

Whispering, “I love you babe. Don’t ever forget that.”

Another good segment and not all that short. I'm anxious to find out what's going to happen, but your hand is much more important. We can wait. Take care of yourself. This is a great story, you shouldn't rush it or write under duress.

Thanks

GH

Timmy,
I can't get the image of The Hand from the Adams Family out of my head. Playing up. Sorry.

You certainly are keeping this pot boiling nicely. Clarissa is certainly playing with fire, she must get her fingers burnt soon ... and Roger's reckoning can't be far away either. ... but maybe not quite yet.

What a great story. Very erotic. I'm rooting for Clarissa - I hope that she cuckolds the hell out of poor, conflicted Terry. It would be great if the the two lezzies damage Terry's junk so he's become impotent. It would serve him right for betraying his lovely wife.

Hmmmmm

GH, Peak, Buzzki and Mykey

thanks for your comments

That’s when I started the “full press” teasing bringing Terry close to the edge countless times ‘til he was virtually both mentally and physically exhausted.

I slowly wormed my way up his body kissing and biting all the way ‘til I was in the perfect position. His lovely cock was bent up and was pressing my clit and dripping slit right on top of it.

He tried to bump and create friction. So I bit his nipple really hard.

“Easy stud. Don’t you dare and move. We have to talk and I want your full attention. Do not move or I tighten the straps to a point where it will hurt and you won’t be able to move even a couple of millimeters.”

His eyes opened wide. His facial expressions alternated between getting angry wanting to yell at me and kind of scared.

“Babe, I want you to listen. Do NOT interrupt me at any point. Eventually you’ll be allowed to talk. Screw up and I’ll not only tighten the bonds as punishment but also gag you. Maybe with the dental thing if you piss me off enough.”

He took a deep breath as if wanting to say something but then thought better of it.

I rewarded him with a short sweet kiss.

“Good boy. Now say ‘I understand Goddess, I will stay quiet and not speak until given permission’. Go say it.”

“I understand Pri…”

I bit the other nipple even harder to the point where he actually cried out.

“What did I tell you to say?”

“Sorry, I understand Goddess, I will stay quiet and not speak until given permission.”

I could tell, he hated saying ‘Goddess’ but since he did, I gave him another kiss.

I wiggled a bit on his cock to get it hard again. I had softened just a bit, not sure if from the mental stress or physical pain.

“Now listen carefully to what I have to tell you and remember that I still and always will love you.”

I emphasized that with another hot kiss.

“Your Goddess has been a sort of bad girl. Not that I feel I really need your permission but maybe I should have talked to you about it first. Too late. Like I said, I feel very strongly that I have the right to do what I did.”

“After you left on your trip, leaving me totally unfulfilled and sexually frustrated by your *** of the agreement…”

I could see Terry had a hard time not saying anything, so I quickly sealed his mouth with another kiss.

“Remember…, no let me go on. Remember what you said to me when I bitched about you being gone so long. You said that I was free to seek sexual gratification while you were denied the same thing because of your CB. So technically you gave me permission.”

“Anyway, I called Roger, the guy from Friday night and invited him over. We had an all day and all night fuck fest. I’m not going into details, just know that it was a fuck marathon. The only thing that could have been better was you being there on Monday to soothe my aching muscles with your talented hands after soaking in the hot tub.”

I could see he was getting agitated and his cock was softening again.

“Please babe, listen first.”

Another kiss and a fair amount of wiggling my clit and pussy against his cock. That seemed to settle him down.

“Roger wanted to fuck me in m… no OUR bedroom.” I emphasized the “OUR”.

“I told him NO in no uncertain terms – it was going to be on your bed or he could go home. Our bed is ‘sacred’. No other man will ever relax there with me as long as we are married. I promise.”

Terry was really struggling with not saying anything.

“Easy babe, I know you think you have a problem right now but you don’t. Your loving wife has fixed it.”

“First of all I have moved your bed and all your stuff to the room over the garage. It has a bath room and shower and you can access it either directly from the garage or from the house.”

“I also bought you a new mattress. It’s still in the plastic wrap and you’ll have to make your bed later on with new clean linen and pillows, etc. Everything is brand new. Not spoiled or touched by my play mate.”

“I also bought a new bed for what used to be your bedroom. A king size one. That will be MY play room. That is where I take my playmates, lovers, studs. Whatever you want to call them. That is MY private territory and you will ONLY enter by special invitation.”

I had to give another bunch of wiggles and in the process had a mini orgasm from just rubbing my engorged clit up and down his cock.

“You with me so far? Just nod. Good boy. So to recap from now on your room is over the garage while I have a play room and then there is our bed room which I’m happy to share with you but you don’t want to because of your silly idea that you want to do that only when I unlock you.”

“So that brings me to the next change. I’m tired of going to the club. It is becoming too risky. I overheard a couple of the single girls in my office talking about wanting to go there and hook up for some Friday night fun.”

“I promised that I would keep my activities discreet and I think the best way will be for me to invite my toys to come here. We are secluded. Neighbors just like us, cannot really see what cars are coming down the road because the houses are set far back on the lots and all the bushes and trees.”

“It’s perfect, we have the pool and hot tub.”

“So while I would really love it if you were an active participant in the cuckolding – and I will ask you to do that again. The only difference, since I promised not to ever again, I will not restrain you in any form or prevent you from leaving at some point.”

“That’s why that room over the garage is ideal. I’m even thinking that you should move your office up there. The room is big enough for it. That way, you can be removed from the main part of the house and will not have to run into my lover unless we agree ahead of time that you’ll participate. Well not really participate, just watch like proper cuckold in chastity should.”

While talking, I kept up the gentle wiggles on top of Terry’s cock. Then suddenly I sensed that he tensioned his muscles. I quickly lifted my pussy off his cock and sure enough there were a couple of drops of pre-cum. I caught it just in time.

I had to chuckle at his disappointed sigh.

“Sorry babe, not going to happen. You still have some time to go before I have to let you cum.”

I took my finger and wiped the drops off, then with lots of exaggerations licked my finger clean.

“Hmm, yummy. But I’ll have to wait just like you ‘til I can taste your delicious cum.”

I could see that he was in mental turmoil and started to get stressed.

So I rolled off him, snuggled up to him and started to nipple on his ears while alternating gently teasing his nipples with light strokes on his cock, especially the very sensitive under side.

Soon he was moaning.

“Babe, it’s OK you can talk now but be very careful and polite. You do not want to piss me off. You are still in a very vulnerable position.”

“Princess…”

“I really prefer Goddess, but since at one point I told you that Princess would be OK, I’ll let it go.”

“Princess, I’m so redy confused. I’m trying to believe you that you love me and then you spring this thing on me getting fucked in my own home. Yes you say, you never went into our bedroom. I’m trying, but it’s hard to believe after what you did to me last week at the hotel.”

“That hurts babe. I’m being honest with you. I could have hidden the fact that I had Roger already here a couple of times this week while you were gone. I could have said the new arrangement is just for the future. I didn’t have to buy new bedding and mattress for your bed. I could have kept the thrill secret that both Me and Roger got out of fucking on your bed. It was almost as good as having done it on our bedroom.”

But babe, because I love you I’m also very particular as to who relaxs in that bed. As far as I’m concerned it will always be just OUR bed.”

“So instead of fretting and fussing you should be grateful that your loving wife is giving you an escape. You can go to your cuck cave – yeah I like that cuck cave. It has a certain ring to it. You don’t have to witness our make out sessions in the living room…”

“What you let him fuck you there too?”

“No, I’m talking strictly about making out. Maybe me giving him a blow job, no more than that.”

“But let’s not talk about that right now. Why don’t I sit on your face for a bit and worship My ass and pussy some more. I really have missed that and need some catching up.”

I didn’t give him a chance and swung myself over his face sladying any further comments or protests.

I'm eagerly looking forward to Terry's rebuttal. Thanks, this continues to be an engrossing story.

GH

Timmy,
This is a great story and you are a great writer! Your character build is outstanding. It is so outstanding that when Terry throws Clarissa under the bus you will hear deafening applause. Once again it is a great story and you have done a great job, it’s just I am pulling for Terry to grow a set. I am still here and still reading. I don’t comment much because this seems real life like and it just agitates me. Keep it coming and I will just sit back and wait. Your efforts are appreciated!
JJ.

GH and JJ,

again my heartfelt thanks for your comments and support.

After this next segment, I'm going to take a bit longer break to give my hand and wrist some rest.

Terry

At first it was the perfect home coming. Clarissa was caring and loving in spite of the hell she put me through with her teasing and tormenting. Thing is, the subbie in me liked that part. She was driving me crazy with the need to cum and I lost count how many times she brought me right to the edge.

To my surprise I had actually a good time but then we had done this before. The only difference, in the end I got to fuck her and our combined orgasms were absolutely mind blowing after all that build up of sexual tension from the constant teasing and the multiple denials.

One can hope, but I knew that I would never be allowed to cum until the very last moment as specified by that redy agreement.

Funny how we both forgot about some of the stuff in it while we were cross with each other. Me for her betrayal, her over me getting so pissed off over something she considers I don’t not what, but certainly not as serious as I do.

All was fine ‘til she sprung it on me that had been getting fucked in our house. I really want to believe her about not having gone into our bedroom. Then it hit me. I had put the voice activated recorders around the house but not yet the cams. I’ll have to find time to check on those. It would take a big load off my mind if she told the truth.

It’s clear that Clarissa seems to know what she’s doing. Any time I started to lose my erection during her story, she was able to restore it with a few wiggles over my dick. She actually got herself off sliding up and down on it without being penetrated. It must be that I’m so horny that it’s working like this. Keep the sexual tension high and I'm in more accepting mood.

But still, I’m pissed off and confused but I can’t get angry enough to call the whole fucking thing off. I think that if I did, it would be just a matter of time, probably not a very long time before I would lose her. I’m not ready for that, especially if she did tell the truth of keeping the jerk out of our bedroom.

She says I will be the only guy to ever get to relax there with her but I have to wonder if we go on with this, keep this going after the trial period, how often that will be. Right now I’m sort of OK with things.

It’s amazing what a few hours of sexual tension and moments of tenderness can do to reassure me that she really loves me.

But deep down in the far recesses of my mind, I just don’t know. It always keep coming back to the same thing. I know I want to be dominated and sexually controlled up to a point. I just don’t know yet where that is. Also, I really am not sure that cuckolding has to be part of that. Maybe I can deal with it if the rest of the time my needs are met. I wish I knew what they were. Wish I was able to define them more clearly. Lay them out to Clarissa.

I don’t know what happened. Something penetrated my mind. A very concerned sounding Clarissa and someone slapping my cheeks.

“Baby, wake up baby. I’m soo sorry. Don’t you dare and die on my you bastard.”

Another set of slaps and someone exerting rhythmic pressure on my chest.

I opened my eyes and had to blink. My face was a mess from the multiple orgasms Clarissa had had riding it and it took a while to clear my eyes enough by rapid blinking.

“What?”

“Shush babe. Here have a sip of water. You scared the crap out of me. You must have ****** and I didn’t notice it. I almost did the same from the most explosive series of orgasms I ever had.”

While talking Clarissa was kissing my face and licking her juices of me.

“Baby I’m soo sorry. Please forgive me. I don’t know… This has never happen before. I always noticed before when you got close to passing out and gave you a chance to breathe. Please tell me that you forgive me. Please!”

I was still working on regulating my breathing. Like she said we never before came even close to something like this. She always had control enough over herself to give me respites. To let me take a few deep breaths before sealing my mouth again with her ass or pussy.

Now I had to wonder what she was thinking while riding my face to be so oblivious to my need for air.

“Baby look at you, look at your cock it’s still hard as an iron rod and it’s leaking like crazy.”

“Are you feeling any sort of sensation? Something close to an orgasm? What is going on?”

By that time I was breathing regular again and the pounding in my chest had stopped. It hurt a bit when I took a deep breath so I avoided that. Also I had quite a headache.

“Clarissa, I don’t know. I don’t really have any special sensation at all. Just still the same frustration of not getting that orgasm that I’m craving right now and have for the last couple of weeks.”

“I think we better take a break babe. I’m gonna get a wash cloth and clean you up and some ice so that I can lock you back up. I’ll untie you after that. You can relax in the hot tub. I have a feeling that you have some pretty sore muscles from the tension I put you through. I’ll fix us something to eat during that time.”

Of course Clarissa being Clarissa, it didn’t all that smooth or without any further teasing. True, she very lovingly washed my face, first with a warm cloth and then a cool one that felt really good. But when it came to my dick she first had to make a big production of licking up all the stuff that had leaked out increasing my need to cum tenfold before hitting me with the ice and eventually the click of the new lock.

“There sweetie, now I can let you go. Your precious cock is back in its ‘safe’ cage. What I did not realize at the time was that she had taken out some of the extra spacer rings.

I settled into the hot tub and she was right. I must have strained some muscles while struggling for breath under her pussy because I could feel how they slowly relaxed. I don’t know how long I sat in there. Maybe I had drifted off because it startled me when I heard her.

“Come on babe, get out of there and get dried off. Dinner is on the table.”

That’s when I realized how hungry I was. I guess pints of pussy juice is not quite enough to nourish my body.

“That smells wonderful. Thank you Princess, what a wonderful homecoming dinner.”

Clarissa is not much of a cook but a couple of things she does really well and one of them is stuffed cabbage. One of my favorites.

“What would you like to take Terry? You can have water with ice or without right now. When it’s bedtime you can have a night cap for now I’m still very much in charge and I’m not done with you. So you need to keep your wits about it.”

“Clarissa, up to the moment were you almost *******ed me I had a pretty good time. I’m still very much upset about your actions during the week. Having the jerk over here. There are also still lingering doubts…”

“On the other hand, while I didn’t give you my consent to get fucked while I was gone, I guess it is implied by my earlier acceptance of you cuckolding me at the club. While I’m not happy about having your guys over here, I can see some merit in what you said earlier about keeping under the radar and having some of your co-workers see you out there would not be good for either of us.”

“What I’m not going to do is put up with is your dominance 24/7 as you seem to keep trying. You ruined a perfectly good afternoon and early evening – well almost perfect with this crap of telling me what to take and what not to.”

“We are going to take a break from the game right now. That means that you are Clarissa, my wife and love of my life. Not Goddess, not Princess. I’m going to put some clothes on while we have dinner. I see that you did that already and I’m going to have a beer or two with my dinner.”

“Don’t even think about giving me any argument about it.”

I did what I told her I would but somehow the nice feeling from earlier, at least before she sprung her fucking in the house on me was gone. The tension was back.

Clarissa didn’t say a word during the meal but it was clear that she was pissed. Well so be it.

I put my own dishes into the dishwasher but ignored hers. Then I opened my suitcase, removed all the dirty stuff and deposited it in the laundry room. That is when I spotted the new bra, one I had never seen before, on top of her pile of lingerie waiting for me to wash them. It was covered with cum stains. It was clearly left there for me to see the first thing. Telling me again that I was a cuckold. Fuck her, I’m not doing laundry now.

I went back out, grabbed my case and headed off to my new quarters or cuck cave as Clarissa called it.

I was surprised. I expected a bare room with just a bed and dresser. More or less the way we had left it when the house was built. We never really had come to a decision of what to do with it. It is finished attic space over the garage. At one time I had thought about putting model trains up but never really had the time for it. We also talked about making it a game room with a pool table, stuff like that but again never got around to it.

It did have from the beginning a bathroom with a sink and shower and also on one end there was additional rough plumbing for a bar sink.

Well that was now finished off. There was a counter with an almost full size sink, some cabinets and small fridge. There also was a micro wave oven.

There was some form of shelf wall dividing the I don’t know, kitchenette space was probably too strong a description from a living area. The bottom had cabinets that could be accessed from either side and the top had shelves that at the moment only contained some of my CD’s, a new Bose system and a 32 inch flat screen TV.

The living area had a brand new twin to my chair down in the living room as well as a love seat and coffee table. There was lighting for reading and curtains on the windows.
A set of Shoji screens separated the living area from the relaxing area where also the bathroom was.

I hated to admit it but Clarissa had done a good job making the space look homey and comfortable. I just wasn’t happy with the idea that unless I wanted to watch her with her lovers in the main part of the house, this was where I had to spend my time. Especially not knowing how often she would have one of them over.

I was looking at my bed and sure enough, there was a brand new mattress still in the plastic wrap and a pile of sheets and stuff. Maybe she did tell me the truth. I guess I’ll have to wait ‘til I get a chance to go into the garage and check the voice recorder.

Suddenly I felt her behind me pressing her breasts against my back, her hands reaching around starting to tweak my nipples through my shirt and small kisses and nibbles on my neck.

“So what do you think of your cuck cave babe?”

“You like it? I figure that you could pick some colors and the next time you have to go out of town I’ll have someone come in and paint the place. Get rid of the builders off white or whatever that color is now.”

“You’ve been busy. How did you find time between work and all the fucking?”

I couldn’t resist the dig.

“Please be nice. I’m sorry for earlier. I should have realized that I was pushing you again too much. I seem to make that mistake a lot. I dumped big load on ‘cuckolds brownie’ on you and it was insensitive of me to try to continue, actually working myself up to the bitch mode. Please forgive me.”

She turned me around and started to kiss me. I tried a bit of resistance but it just wasn’t working and soon we were in a serious tongue wrestling match. That’s when I realized that she had shortened the CB. I was a lot less comfortable than it had been earlier in the day when I got home from my trip.

“You messed with the CB, didn’t you? Took some of the spacer rings out?”

Clarissa admitted it with a bit of a sheepish grin.

“Yeah I did. I decided that you did need some form of punishment for not letting me have those orgasms last weekend. Be a good boy and I’ll make it longer again before you have to go to the office. But ‘til then I’m going to make sure you know at all times that you’re locked in that thing.”

“Now let me help you get your bed ready.”

That’s when I noticed another innovation. A set of four short chains, one on each corner were now a permanent part of the bed. The chains had double sided snap hooks on each end to be able to vary the tension on my limbs from fairly relaxed to very restrictive. Also a new set of soft fur lined leather cuffs were attached to the hooks. I knew that they were new because our others were still downstairs probably still by that lounger on the patio.

I decided not to comment on those and neither did Clarissa. We unwrapped the mattress, put sheets on it as well as covers on the new pillows and blanket.

When done, we went back into the living area.

“I was thinking that we could move your desk up here and put it under the window. There is also room for the filing cabinet next to it.”

“Yea, that will work.”

I could see a slight smile on her face as I seemingly accepted my new role of having to share my house with her fuck toys.

“So what would you do with the room that is our office now?”

“Well I’m thinking of moving my desk and stuff into our bed room. There is plenty of space there for it. Since your side of the big walk in closet is now empty I could put it in there. That way I can close the door on it and no one will know it’s there. Most of the time I’m in there anyway with my lap top so it really doesn’t represent a real change and I’ll have the printer right there and stuff.”

“The other room, we have already a convertible couch there, so I thought of adding another couch or some chairs, get a really big flat screen TV and mount it on the wall. Sort of make it a media room. Roger, has a couple of buddies that are also into the cuckold thing and I may want to invite some of them with their girl friends for a party every so often. They can then fuck and relax in there. I haven’t met her yet, but I understand one of the ladies would bring her hubby along as a servant while we party.”

She gave me a long searching look.

“Maybe one day….”, but wisely stopped before I got riled up again.

“Babe, go check the bottom right cabinet on the room divider. I’ll have a small one too of whatever you find in there.”

I went and looked, there was an unopened bottle of my favorite cognac and two new snifters.

A peace offering?

I opened the bottle and poured us two takes – hers small like she had asked, mine not so small. I needed something to calm my nerves. They were still very much on edge. I guess I was waiting if there was more to come.

As I headed over to her with her take,

“Come babe, bring yours and sit with me. Please. I just want to be near you.”

“As a matter of fact, what I would really like is to relax with you up here since you won’t come to our bed room. You know just cuddle, maybe give me one last gentle orgasm before going to relax. I would really like that. That way I can tell you a few more times how much I love and need you.”

“Yes babe, I know my recent actions don’t necessarily show that but it’s true. Come let’s take to getting old together.”

I think I know what she’s up to but I’m too tired and really don’t want to argue any more – at least not tonight. So we finished our takes and headed for my new relaxing area. I headed for the shower and Clarissa joined me. Any other day I might have enjoyed it more but it was clear that any actions taken by her tonight were aimed at making me hard and uncomfortable in that CB.

Well I sucked it up and blissfully she fell arelax after only two orgasms. I guess she was worn out from all that sexual activity earlier.

I contemplated leaving the bed and relaxing on the couch but once the was arelax my dick calmed down and it was no longer creating an issue inside the CB.

While I was laying there, all sorts of crazy thoughts ran through my head. I couldn’t picture myself as servant to her and her fuck toy like she was hinting one of the husbands was willing to do. Was that one of her aims? Add this kind of offense to my regime? I guess I just have to try to hang in there and see how things develop.

The next big test will be when she brings one of her fuck toys home. What do I do then? Do I make nice? Ignore them and head up here? I just didn’t know.

I guess a great deal depends on the attitude of the guy. If he behaves like the last two assholes, I’m going to find ways to stay away.

The last thought I had before going to relax was that I really should seriously consider finding a professional to help me trying to sort out all my conflicting emotions and desires. Help to find out what I really wanted when it came to domination and presentation. Maybe if I had a clearer vision and was able to communicate it to Clarissa things could work out.

Timmy,
Thanks for another great part of the story. I suspect you may not be the only one needing to rest your hand and wrist right now.

I'm going to struggle to wait I must say. This is just too compelling. Kinda like a sexy car crash in slow motion.

Wouldn't mind having a touch of Clarissa at my home though!

Peak - LOL, are you telling me that you were a bad boy?

Mykey, patience is a virtue.

Have a great weekend y'all

I woke up early Sunday morning. Clarissa was still relaxing. One of her breasts was exposed and I was sorely tempted to lick her nipple. I don’t know if there is some kind of thought transfer or not but I could have sworn that it grew larger while I was staring at it. Clarissa was gently snoring, so it was not a case of her getting turned on – weird.

I quietly went into the main house and the kitchen. Started some coffee, grabbed a glass of OJ and headed out to the garage to listen to the recordings.

I was a really happy camper because what I heard pretty much confirmed Clarissa’s story even though I could have done without their comments that relaxing in my bed was almost as good…

Anyway at that moment some of the doubts about her retreated into the far reaches of my mind. I wasn’t sure if I would ever fully trust her again but at least for the moment I was OK.

I really wished that I could bring my Mustang out and wash it but that would wake up Clarissa and she is not her best early Sunday mornings. Better not.

So I went back into the house and tackled the job of hand washing her lingerie. That bra with the cum stains irked me but it is what it is. I really do like it and sure hope than one day she’ll wear it for me. I’m not going to ask because she’ll extract a “price”. Just going to wait and see.

By the time I was done with the her laundry it was just after nine and decided that it was time to wake her up. It was beautiful day and maybe we could just go for a ride, have some lunch some place in the country and then come back. I’m sure she’s got further teasing and torment on her agenda for me.

It was warm in that room over the garage and Clarissa had thrown off the covers but was still relaxing or pretending to relax. Not quite sure.

Note to self check the vents. Maybe have some more installed or get a separate unit for this space.

I gently moved one of her legs. I got a grunt but no other reaction. Now the way to her pussy was open and started to kiss it gently for several minutes. Just light kisses and some light flicks with my tongue over her hidden clit.

Suddenly like an explosion she erupted, clamped her legs around my head and grabbed my hair rather painfully.

“How dare you wake me up you bastard – I’m not ready. Good thing so that you did it the way you did or I would take my crop to your sorry ass. Now make me cum.”

I really wanted her to let go of that of that “death grip” on my hair and ease her crushing of my head. So I went to town with some gusto and it did not take me all that long ‘til that first orgasmic wave hit her pretty hard but as soon as it subsided a bit she released her grip on my hair and head.

She had just barely settled down and I was about to renew my efforts when both of her feet pushed me away and I landed on my ass on the floor.

“What the hell?”

“Out of my way unless you want me to pee into your mouth.”

A really wicket grin came across her face.

“I think I really would like that – have a toilet slave. You up for the job honey?”

I just made a face and she dashed laughing into the bathroom without bothering to close the door. I could hear the flood gates open. Then some water running.

“OK, babe. Now let’s start all over again. Maybe I should make you wake me like this every morning instead of that nasty alarm clock.”

After three more orgasms, she cried “uncle”.

“Enough for now. I’m famished. Does this establishment have room service?”

“Sorry Princess, but your highness needs to follow me to the kitchen. Coffee is done. We just need to decide what else to have with it.”

“Oh, alright spoil sport. There is one of my robes in your closet up here, fetch it” and after a short pause “please”.

She had the sweetest smile on her face and I really couldn’t get angry at her.

I found some fresh blue berries in the fridge and we decided that I should make blue berry pancakes.

During breakfast, I suggested the ride but got turned down.

“Maybe after lunch. I am still turned on and I also want to extract some revenge on you for waking me as nice as it was.”

“Let’s grab some more coffee and go into the living room and read the paper for a bit.”

At some point Clarissa got up and left the room. I could hear her talking. She must be calling someone and didn’t want me to hear. Well I’ll have to check on that later.

When she came back, she plopped herself on my lap and sladyed me with kisses.

“Babe, you’re the best. When did you do my laundry? I really didn’t expect that. I may have to reward you by wearing that new bra once it’s dry.”

“What do you think of it? Hot isn’t it? I’m really happy you got all of the stains out. Roger just kept…”

Seeing my frown, she just stopped.

“Sorry babe, sore subject. I know.”

“Forgive me?”

“Let’s go play in your room. It’s too cool out on the patio right now. Go up and take all the stuff off the bed. Just leave the sheet and hook up your feet and one hand. Make sure you have a cuff on the other arm. Try to spread you legs as far as you can. I’ll be up shortly.”

I’m not sure how long I waited before I heard high heels clicking on the hardwood floor.

The sight framed by the Shoji screens was breathtaking.

There stood "Mistress Clarissa" all decked out in leather. Her hair in a pony tail and heavy eye makeup with fire engine red lips. Her full breasts were fighting the confinement of the leather bustier and almost winning. There was lots of cleavage. A flared leather micro skirt that allowed flashes of pussy and ass crack with thigh high very soft leather boots completed the look.

From her right wrist dangled the dreaded riding crop and the key to my CB flashed every so often in the cleavage between her breasts.

I was hoping that she would unlock me soon because that shortened CB was getting very tight and uncomfortable.

“What’s the matter dear? Cat got your tongue? I don’t hear any compliments on my looks from you.”

This was followed with a quick strike across my thigh.

“OUCH!”

“Quiet or I’ll gag you. Now what were you going to say?”

“Goddess…” I hated to say but I felt it was proper at that moment.

Another strike and I managed to just grunt.

“This morning it is MISTRESS CLARISSA. Your Princess and Goddess have the morning off.”

“Try again.” This was followed by a third strike. I tried to see. I’m sure I would have some welts there.

“Keep your head down. I’m still waiting. Maybe you like getting whipped.”

“Sorry Mistress Clarissa. You look absolutely stunning. Thank you for letting me look at you. I’m humred by your presence.”

That got me a tiny smile.

“Let me secure your other arm.”

In a few short moments she had me stretched to what I thought was my limit. At a later point I found out that it wasn’t.

“I’m going to put some baggie ties on the links that you are hooked into at this point. That way you will know the next time what I expect from you when I tell you to go up here and hook yourself up tightly.”

I had hoped that the pain would cause my erection to wilt but no such luck. If anything it seemed to grow even larger. Well not that it could, just that the pressure inside the CB seemed to get stronger. That added to my confusion because pain had never really been a turn on for me before. We had played these games before. It was nothing really new, other than the CB, and Clarissa almost always had to stimulate my dick by hand to get it hard.

Why was this now different. I tried to think back to the night when both Clarissa and Julie ***d me but I really couldn’t recall. I know I was scared at the time because the damn dental tool took my ability to say a safe word away. Coming to think, I do believe that I was soft most of the time during that ordeal.

Was that the difference? Right now I could call a halt if I wanted to.

Her soft hand started fondle my balls. “

Things are getting tight in there. Yes?” Tapping my CB with the end of the crop.
“Good boy. I really didn’t want an answer from you. From now on you will only speak when I tell you to. Clear?”

I made an attempt to nod, rather than say that I understood.

A smile come to Clarissa’s face.

“Pet, you were always a fast learner.”

I frowned because I didn’t like her calling me pet. That was Julie’s and Liza’s name for me.

Luckily Clarissa didn’t question it.

Clarissa

I had hubby where I wanted him helpless and suffering a bit. Strange, he was hard, well as hard as he could be within the confines of the CB. Normally pain like the three strikes on his thigh would have started him on the road to getting soft.

We will have to talk about that, try to figure out what in this scene this morning caused him to be so turned on. I’m guessing right now that Terry is confused too.

“Your Mistress is going make you suffer a bit – just because I can. You don’t mind do you dear?”

Terry shook his head, really in no position to argue at this point and he was clearly still turned on.

“Your cock is going to take the place of your safe word. I really do NOT want to hear you speak right now.”

When I see it shrink inside that CB, I’ll stop or at least give you a break.”

I went to town torturing him whipping the inside of his thighs just hard enough to leave welts but not break any skin. I had some new nipple clamps that teeth and got tighter the more I pulled on the connection chain.

He was clearly suffering some pain, he groaned and winced and his eyes got watery while I had virtually buckets of pussy juice running down my legs. This was soo hot.

I kept an eye on his cock but that CB was filled to almost bursting. He never got soft in spite of the pain. The first time I noticed a bit of shrinkage was when I started to whip the soles of his feet. Not hard. Sure did not want to switch off him but I’m certain that it really hurt because now he started sniffle and snot was running out of his nose.

I stopped, got a tissue and wiped his face. That got a me little smile.

As soon as I put my hands on his balls, his cock started to swell again. Good, he’s back in the right frame of mind. Time to drop the bomb on him.

Hiking up my skirt and fully exposing my dripping pussy I straddled his legs. Then I bent his cock up towards his head creating quite a bit of tension between the ring around his ball sack and his balls. I could see it hurt. Good, it’s going to hurt some more. I moved further ‘til his upward bent cock and cock cage rested against my clit. Hmm, that felt nice. So I moved just slightly up and down teasing my clit with the ridges from the CB.

That really brought tears to his eyes and I almost came just from that.

“Poor baby.”

I leaned forward so that I could lick up those tears. That of course increased the strain on his balls causing him to groan and moan. Clearly he was now in real pain but I got carried away with my power. Instead of backing off and checking on him I started to wiggle my butt and the friction on my clit and pussy sent me over the edge.

Only when I heard real sobbing and pleas to back off that I came out of some kind of fog and backed off.

I got of his legs and knelt next to him kissing parts of his upper body and flicking my tongue against his nipples where there was no clamp.

I don’t know maybe five ten minutes of that and he was hard again.

I got hold of his nipple clamps and started to pull and twist them.

“Babe, I love you but I also love hurting you like this. You still OK?”

I just nodded slightly.

“Good, I’m almost done. Now listen carefully.”

“I want to invite Roger over on Wednesday night. We’ll go out to dinner first, then come here. It will look like a regular business dinner. I’m not going to dress extra sexy and there will be no hanky panky in the restaurant. That will wait ‘til we come here. So you have to fend for yourself as far as dinner is concerned.”

“Now comes the hard part for you. I want you to be here and to make ‘nice’ to Roger. Just be civil. I want you to get to know him a bit. Hang with him while I change into something hot. Also I insist that you hang around while we play in the living room. The worst you’ll see is a blow job but I want you to see that. After that, you can leave and head up here. By the time you come down for breakfast he’ll be gone.”

I got myself back into position where I could hurt his balls and I increased the nipple torment.

“Babe, I stop hurting you as soon as you say the following – ‘Mistress Clarissa I’ll be pleased to behave civil towards your lover on Wednesday night’.”

At that point I must have hurt him so much that he actually yelled “STOP!”

That scared the heck out of me but I backed off immediately.

“Damn babe, I’m sorry. I guess the visual safe word doesn’t work if I can’t see it. I’ve never seen your cock so small. You must be happy that that pressure is gone.”

“Please just tell me that you’ll be OK with him coming here on Wednesday.”

I also took the nipple clips off. The red rushing back into them must have hurt because he winced.

“Thank you.”

“Clarissa, I’ll put up with the jerk for a little while but you better release me right now and don’t ever try cuckolds brownie like this again. I don’t mind playing your FemDomme games. I kind of like them every once in a while but to actually *** me to get some concession out of me is a complete NO NO. Like I said don’t ever try that again.”

I released his bonds and wanted to cuddle, make him feel better.

“Sorry, but I’m not in the mood. I was looking forward to a really nice day with you but you managed to botch that up in a grand way.”

“Just get out and leave me alone for the rest of the day. I’m done with you. Go run to your fuck toy or whatever. I’m going to take a nice long hot shower and try to release the strain in my muscles.”

“One thing before you go, unlock my dick. You have key right there. You need to check for cuts on the underside of my ball sack. It felt like you were going to rip them off.”

I was pissed that he didn’t want to cuddle and for telling me to get out.

“and if I refuse?”

“I’ll cut it off and this time it stays off. I pull the plug on this redy mess. If you don’t have enough concern to see if you caused injury to my balls, then I really don’t want or need you as a wife.

That was a blow I never saw coming. He was really, really angry. Never in my life had he ever raised his voice towards me like this. Not even in play. I just collapsed on the floor and started to cry.

Instead of comforting me, he got of the bed, took of my necklace with the key and unlocked himself and threw everything into a nearby waste basket.

“Shit, my balls really hurt.”

Then he left.

Eventually I found him in the master bath, all the lights on and trying to check on damage to his balls with one of my handheld mirrors.

He didn’t notice me standing in the door but I saw myself in the big mirror and sure looked a fright. My tears had ruined my make-up and streaks of mascara ran down my cheeks.

I don’t know what he saw but I watched him as he took a tissue dabbing the underside of his scrotum, than putting some sort of ointment on the area.

It must have hurt.

“Shit, that bitch.”

“I’m so sorry babe, please believe me, I never wanted to injure you. Please let me see.”

That startled him.

“Just leave me the hell alone. I took care of it myself. Don’t count on getting that CB back on me any time soon if ever. You really messed up this time. I’m not talking about injuring me. That was sort of an accident. I can deal with that. The fact that you even had to think about letting my out of that CB to see if I was hurt is what I can’t deal with. That was even worse than locking the connecting door last week. You’re one selfish sadistic bitch.”

I just left, flung myself on my bed and started to cry like I hadn’t since the day I fell off my bike as a little girl skinned my knees really bad and knocked a tooth out. True it was already loose but still.