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

Timmy

That was an outstanding series of segments.

Thank you

GH

Seconded.

That girl just keeps messing up doesn't she! He's got to be ready to walk out surely?

Timmy,
You just keep this one spinning. I was sure the plate would have crashed to the ground by now but its still in the air. Well done.

Another great section.

Thanks.

GH, Mykey and Peak,

thanks for your kind thoughts and words.

Clarissa

What have I done? Did I ******* our marriage? My dream of owning a cuckold husband? Nothing of what I read had prepared me for what happened that afternoon. It wasn’t supposed to be like that. Terry was supposed to cave in. He was turned on even with the pain I was inflicting. His cock stayed hard inside that cage when I whipped his thighs and tormented his nipples. Only when I started on the soles of his feet, that he lost some of that but the erection came right back as soon as I started to ease up on that and fondled his balls.

I now know I really hurt him when I bent his cock back and rubbed my clit against his cage. Damn that felt good. I think that is when I got carried away with the feeling of having total power.

The thing I can’t figure out is why I didn’t just do what Terry asked. He clearly was in pain and maybe I really had caused some serious injury.

Sure I was pissed that he didn’t want to cuddle but I should not have hesitated unlocking him and checking his balls.

I don’t know why I didn’t.

I’ve hurt him before in our games and always stopped and checked on him.

All those hurtful words. I’ve never seen Terry this angry. I was frightened that he would leave me for good right then and there.

Shit I sure fucked up this time.

When I finally got myself under control, I went over to his cuck cave. I knocked and no reaction. I called his name a couple of times same thing. Then I tried the door and it was locked.

That when I started to panic. What if he was seriously hurt in there and I couldn’t help him.

What to do. I couldn’t call Roger for help, he was out of town. Same with our friends. None of them know about our life style. I couldn’t take that chance. The only others I knew where the two bitches, Julie and what’s her name, yea Liza. So I called them and they came over.

By the time they got there I was able to think a little clearer and remember the stairs from the garage. Maybe that door was unlocked. So I told them about it.

“Clarissa stay here, we’ll go and check things out. I’ll try the door up here and Liza can try the stairs from the garage.”

It seemed like forever before Julie came back.

“He’s OK, he’s hurt but not really serious enough to need medical attention. Liza is still with him.”

“His mental state is another thing all together. He’s hurt and really, really angry at you. That was the dumbest thing you could have done especially so shortly after the incident at the hotel with the locked door. He’s lost his faith in you. I’m not sure if you can ever completely fix that. You better give him some space.”

“He wants to leave, go to a hotel but he’s hurt too much to put clothes on so you need to get out of here for a day or two.”

I was stunned.

“He really doesn’t want to talk to me? I want to, need to apologize and beg for his forgiveness.”

“Not today, you don’t. He doesn’t want to see you or hear from you.”

“I think, the best is that you come with us. Stay with us. We can talk about this whole mess and try to figure out a way to fix it.”

“I don’t think you should be sitting alone in some cold hotel room by yourself. We’ll try to get him agree to meet with you here tomorrow night. To talk things out. That gives you some time to formulate arguments why he should not just stop this whole thing or in a worst case scenario dump your sorry ass.”

So I went with them to their condo. They called out for some sushi and had delicious dinner. I couldn’t stop thinking how much Terry would have enjoyed this. Well I sure hope I can salvage our marriage.

In the final analysis, I had no excuse for my actions. I just got carried away. The problem is to convince Terry that it won’t happen again. I’m really in deep dodo.

The sake loosened the mood and eventually the three of us wound up naked in bed. I had a blast and for a few hours I managed to forget my troubles.

I decided to call in the office and tell them that I would not be in but Liza had to go to the office, So Julie and sat and talked about what happened in more detail. I didn’t try to sugar coat any of it and think that Julie recognized that. Maybe she’ll talk to Terry and can convince him that I’m truly sorry for my stupid actions.

I was slightly puzzled when a very quick and short gleam crossed her face when I mentioned that Terry seemed to actually enjoy the pain. That things were different from previous D/s sessions. I know that I didn’t hold back but also did not go over the top with my crop and the nipple clips.

If I just had unlocked Terry and checked on his blasted balls, everything would have been fine.

Terry sent me a brief text. “8 tnite kitchen”

OK, so it’s going to be strictly business, no soften him up with a special dinner or a little seduction. I’ll give it my best shot.

After lunch, Julie decided that a little shopping therapy was in order including a special lingerie boutique that hadn’t known about.

“So, who are you shopping for? Terry or?”

“Both, I’m going to buy one set that I will only wear for Terry and another for my playmate.

“I think that is a good idea. Let him know that he’s special. He is one of those guys who will give you his last penny or last drop of red but he needs to know that his sacrifice is appreciated and valued. I don’t think you’ve done that enough. Sure you tell him that you only love him, that the others are just fuck toys but you also need to show him. I don’t know what kind of cuck you want him to be. May you don’t know yourself.”

“I think, that you need to accept him they way he is not try to remake him into something he’s not.”

That was food for thought. I was surprised at Julie’s insights. I mean she hasn’t known Terry for very long and still was able to come up with some sound advice.

Funny, Roger had said something similar. What was it he said, oh yeah – ‘you may be able to break Terry but you won’t be able to rebuild him in the man you want him to be.’

Then I found it, a bra just like I had worn for Roger and left for Terry to wash with all the cum on it. This one was a deep purple, not the black.

I held up against my boobs.

“This is the one for Terry and only for him.”

Julie looked at me.

“I agree dear, a great choice.”

So I bought that purple set and some other frilly stuff.

We went out to dinner and then their driver took me and my packages home to be there at eight on the dot.

I rang the bell, not sure why but somehow I thought it was appropriate.

“Clarissa this is still your home, you don’t need to ring the bell. But please come on in.”

He eyed my packages that I just dropped in the hallway and headed for the kitchen to sit in my usual chair.

Terry followed me.

“Want some tea, something else?”

“If you have some tea ready, I’ll have some otherwise, just some water will be fine.”

“I made a pot so let me get it for us.”

We both sort of stared into our cups, neither sure who should begin.

I finally took a deep breath.

“Terry I can’t say it often enough how stupid I was yesterday and how sorry I am. I really do not have any excuse. I think I was just caught up in the moment and when you tried to tell me to do something after turning me down on the cuddling, I was just pissed.”

“It was youngish, should have never happened. You know that I’ve never reacted like that before when you told me that you were hurt. My concern was always first for your well being.”

I really have no good explanation. Anything I could say would be just so much BS. So all I can say is that I was incredibly stupid and even callous. All I can do is try to convince you that it will never happen again.”

"On the other hand, if you want to call this off for good, while not liking it, I'll accept it. Given a choice between living my greatest fantasy or losing you completely, my choice will always be you. So babe, you tell me."

“You tell me what you want me to do, what hoops to jump through.”

Terry paused, then took a deep breath.

“Clarissa, I just don’t know. My trust in you is pretty much shattered right now. Maybe we need to go on. Strange as it may sound after yesterday, it may be the only way I can know for sure if I can trust you. Take it one day at a time and see what happens. Maybe we need to talk more, forget about the limited safe words or the time outs. Just tell each other if there is something bothering us. Maybe just leave the 'big one' the one that ends it all in place.”

“Right now the CB is off and will stay off for at least a few days. My scrotum is still pretty sore.”

“So here is the deal. The only way I will put it back on is if I have a key. You will just have to trust me that I won’t use it to just jerk off. I want it as a security blanket kind of thing. Neither one of us knows for sure what happened, what got you so wrapped up in your Domme role that you forgot the ‘safe’ in ‘safe, sane and consensual’. Nor do we know if it could happen again at some point when the play get extra intense. I hope you can accept that.”

“I’ll tell you when it’s back on but for right now it stays off.”

“Terry again I’m so very sorry that it got to this. I’ve gone over that scene a thousand times. Talked ‘til we were blue in the face with Julie and Liza. I just can’t quite put the handle on what caused me to react that way. I know it was a real power trip for me having you there so helpless. But we’ve done that before and it almost never to got the point where I injured you. In the past my first concern always was your wellbeing when I went too far and realized it by myself or you told me.”

“I just don’t know.”

“I’m just grateful that you’re not ready to kick my sorry ass out for good and actually want to go on with the game. So you want the key, who am I at this point to say no to that.”

“I know that I can trust you not to jerk off in the meantime or when it’s back on. Please believe me that I won’t try to sneak a different lock on you when I have you tied up for one of my tease sessions and eventually put you back into that CB. Actually what I want, is for you to test your key at that point. I’m going to try very hard to rebuild your trust. I know I’ve got a hard row to hoe.”

“Having said all that, I guess the big question now is…”

“Actually I have two of them for you.”

“Number one and for me the most important right now. Now that your CB is off at least for tonight, maybe longer, will you relax with me in OUR bed?”

“No please wait ‘til you hear the second question.”

“Number two, can I still have my date with Roger on Wednesday, the way I laid it out for you yesterday?”

He didn’t say anything for what seemed like an eternity and was getting anxious, started to fidget. But then to my great relief he started…

“You know that I’m not really keen on the watching thing. For that matter the cuckolding since it evolved from fantasy to the real thing. However, having said that, I love you too much not to let this thing play out. So yes, you can bring the jerk home on Wednesday night and I’ll try to hang in there for a bit. Promise me that no matter at what time I leave you won’t raise a stink and you’ve got a deal. And yes I’ll be civil while he’s here. Just make sure that he doesn’t make any snide remarks like at the hotel or the whole deal is off. You know that I’ll have no problem throwing him out.”

I started to bristle at the “jerk’ comment but got myself quickly back under control. From his perspective, Terry may just be right and I knew with all his training, he would have no trouble evicting Roger by power if it came to that.

“Now to your second question. Of course I’ll relax with you even though I’m still pretty pissed at you. Maybe you’ll find some way to make me forget. I’m not talking about sex or even an orgasm for me. Just show me the tenderness and care I used to get from you before you got this crazy notion into your pretty head.”

I was besides me and jumped into his lap which must have caused some discomfort in the groin area because he winced but didn’t say a thing.

I sladyed him with kisses.

“Baby, I don’t deserve you. You are best hubby in the whole world. Thank you for giving me another chance. I know, I’m on ‘probation’ and I’ll try my very best not to disappoint you. I’ll make sure Roger keeps his mouth shut while you’re in the room with us.”

“Please babe, go to your cuck cave and take a shower, then wait there naked ‘til I’ll call you. Have a cognac while you wait. I need to do some things. Leave your door open so that you’ll hear me when I call you in about an hour.”

Timmy

Another great segment. I'm looking forward to Roger's visit.

Thanks

GH

Timmy ya knocked another one outta the park!
Win some...
Lose some...
Few are rained out

Timmy,
Excellent. Again. Thanks.

Timmy,
Good story line and great writing.
I think you may be softening up a little bit.

"On the other hand, if you want to call this off for good, while not liking it, I'll accept it. Given a choice between living my greatest fantasy or losing you completely, my choice will always be you. So babe, you tell me."

I still think throwing her sorry ass out is better than she deserves.

Your the writer and I am just along for the ride.
Thank You!
JJ.

Not sure where to start.

This is an amazing story. The usual accolades all apply, sexy,erotic, etc...but there's much more. In my opinion, as a story, it's just so d$&@ interesting. The idea of a three act play just is not applicable, you've in my mind written something substantially more complex. I feel you could substitute some other activity for sex/cuckolding and I'd still love to read it. Heck it could be about baseball and all the elements you've introduced would draw me in just the same. Great pacing, keeps in suprising ways moving forward. I could go on. No seriously, I could. Hahaha.

Clarissa had won me back over when she was considerate of Terry during Rogers' stay. I'd really been hoping there'd be some wonderful sexy place where her and Terry could live happily ever after. She became, in my mind, a confirmed narcissist in the clinical sense after not just emotional betrayel, but endangering Terry's physical safety.
Sorry for wall of text, just read the last Six pages today. Thanks for you work. Eagerly awaiting page eight

WOW, I'm overwhelmed by the response. Thank you very much.

Terry

I took my shower, grabbed my snifter and the bottle of cognac and started to relax in my new chair, compliments of Clarissa. As I sat there I wondered how much use I would get out of it. If we stayed together and continued with the cuckolding, probably a lot. If not, maybe I’ll chuck the old one that’s down in the living room.

Also I was wondering if I was making a mistake by not pulling the plug. I mean she didn’t really say much other than that she was sorry which I do believe she still is. Maybe this scared her enough to scale back. But one never knew with Clarissa.

I was just finishing up my take when she called.

“Hey hon, come to our bedroom please.”

I put the glass into the sink and headed over to our bedroom. My dick was at “half mast” in anticipation of what was to come.

The door was partially open and could see candles flickering. OK, here comes the seduction and maybe the other shoe will drop.

I pushed the door open and my dick reacted before I even could take in the whole picture.

The room was lit by maybe two dozen candles and one bedside lamp at its lowest level.

Then there was Clarissa sprawled in what can only be called a very lewd position wearing purple stilettos, stockings attached to a purple garter belt and the same kind of bra as I had seen in the laundry on Sunday but in purple.

“WOW”

“What a heavenly vision. Princess you look stunning.”

She smiled at me.

“Babe, I see MY cock seems to approve of what you see. Do you really like?”

She playfully pushed her boobs around a bit.

“I bought all of this just for you. I know you’ve seen the other bra like this one that I wore for Roger and I will again. But this purple set is ONLY for you. No playmate or ‘fuck toy’ as you refer to them will ever see me in it.”

“But you’ve been staring long enough get up here show me your appreciation but first I really just want a hug and kiss.”

That’s the way it went, several hours of make-up sex without the sex part for me. Sure, I leaked plenty of precum that Clarissa eagerly consumed but there was no release for me. I was in a mental chastity device.

Eventually we both fell arelax spooning like we had been for many, many years of happy times.

As I drifted off to relax I kept wondering if it was just a dream, if it would go away eventually or if we could get back to what we had before Clarissa got all those crazy notions.

Both of us went to work on Tuesday and had normal couples evening and I again slept with Clarissa. But before falling arelax we had an abbreviated version of last night’s events minus the candles the special lingerie set.

I don’t think that I had two more restful nights than Monday and Tuesday since Clarissa started this whole cuckold thing, other than during the week I was in Seattle after I was sure that we were not in trouble with Boeing.

During breakfast on Wednesday morning I informed Clarissa that I would try to put the CB on when I got home from work, to see how it felt and if it was OK, I would keep it on.

“Baby, you sure? You really want to do that for me, be locked in the CB while my playmate is here? Babe I really love you so much. Thank you. Please promise me that you’ll take it off if it gets too much. I don’t want you to hurt. I’ll put the extra spacer rings on my dresser in our bedroom before I leave for work.”

I was ready to go, so we kissed very passionately and then it was off to work.

Luckily, it got very busy with all sorts of management type of stuff that I really detested and as sat in my office munching on a sandwich my PA had brought back to me I started to think what it would be like if I sold the company. Go back to my first love of developing different hardware and soft ware for varied application. I really had little time for that now.

Well maybe I’ll start to talk to Clarissa about that someday soon.

It felt strange when I got home. Clarissa wasn’t there. There was a note on the fridge telling me what was available for dinner and they expected to be home around nine.

Upstairs I found the spacer rings where Clarissa said they would be. So I put the CB on and it felt more or less OK.

I fixed myself some “nuclear” dinner, grabbed a beer and headed for the living room and the evening news.

I followed that up with another beer and a ball game.

Sure enough shortly after nine the two of them walked into the house. I had been too engrossed in the game to hear the garage door opening and close.

“Hi honey, we’re home.”

I got up and wanted to hug Clarissa but she evaded me and I just managed a kiss on her cheek that she did not reciprocate.

“Terry I want you to meet Roger. Roger this Terry, my cuckold husband. You’ve seen each other before but were never formally introduced.”

I was peeved at the no hug and kiss thing and the cuckold husband comment but held my tongue. I had promise to be civil, of sorts.

“Hi Terry, nice to meet you.” Roger held his hand out.

I ignored it.

Roger, my name is Mr. Wilkinmister or Terrance, only Clarissa, friends and family call me Terry.”

“TERRY!“

“How could you?”

Roger turned towards Clarissa and held his hand up silencing her.

“Clarissa, Terrance is right. I’m sorry. I overstepped the boundaries. I’m not his friend, maybe one day that could change. At least I hope so. Right now I’m an intruder into what he thought was his happy marriage.”

Turning towards me with a smile.

“Let’s try this again. Nice to meet you Terrance.”

This time I shook his hand. He moved several steps up the “likable ladder” with the way he handled that.

“Terry, get Roger a take while I change into something more comfy.”

“Clarissa, Roger is YOUR guest, not mine. You want him to have a take, you fix and serve it.”

“Sorry Roger, but I’m not really into this game Clarissa is trying to play.”

“Hey, I’m not going to get into the middle of this. You guys have to work out your own rules of what is OK and what is not. I’m guessing that Clarissa hasn’t really formulated her expectations regarding how you should behave when she entertains here and you’re around. A mistake many beginners make when they start down the cuckold road. They don’t communicate.”

Now pointing at my empty beer bottle.

“On the other hand, should you decide to go into the kitchen and get yourself a new beer, I wouldn’t mind having one myself.”

Damn, the guy was smooth. He’s getting me to do what I really didn’t want to but short of being rude and just tell him that I had enough beer for the night, I grabbed the empty, headed for the kitchen and came back with two full ones.

While waiting for Clarissa to make her appearance, we talked about the game.

We both stared as Clarissa made her “grand entry” wearing some filmy thing that was tantalizing close to see-through promising all sorts of delights hidden underneath.

Clarissa headed straight for Roger who had gotten up and soon they were lipped locked. He picked her up and carried her over to the couch.

I was happy with that. The way my chair was positioned they were mostly outside my field of vision as long as I concentrated on the TV with the game.

I was able to tune out their soft conversation but eventually got distracted from the game hearing the typical noises generated when Clarissa gives one of her patented “mouth hugs”.

This went on for quite some time but then it became very clear that Roger just had a mind-blowing orgasm. I know, I’ve had them, just not recently.

“Terry, come over here. Roger made a mess and I need you take off my babydoll and take it to the laundry room.”

I turned around, there was my wife, a big grin on her face, cum leaking from her mouth onto her cleavage and there were cum stains on the garment.

I decided that I was done playing their game, grabbed my half empty beer and headed up to my cuck cave.

There was a plaintive “Terrance” that I ignored.

So she’s still trying to play her little games but did tone them down a bit.

I put on some music and settled on the bed with a book.

Close to midnight, I decided to see what was going on. Lights were still on downstairs and in our bedroom but it was clear that the bed was empty. However there were noises of some sort of sexual activities coming from the spare room even though that door was closed.

I decided that I would go to relax. Turned off my lights and got under the covers.

I have no idea what time it was but I felt movement in my bed. Someone was climbing in.
I reached for and found Clarissa.

“You awake babe?”

“I am now.” Sort of gruff.

“You OK?, can I stay with you please.”

“Clarissa, I don’t know…”.

“Babe, I wouldn’t do that to you. I took a long hot shower. I’m clean. All want is for you to hold me for a bit. Reassure me that we are still OK. I know, I tried to push you again earlier. Roger explained to me some more.”

“Babe, I’m sorry. I want to get this right. Maybe tomorrow we sit down and you kind of lay out boundaries for me. You know lines you won’t cross. But also give me things you would do for me, if any when I entertain a guest here.”

“If I know, I can’t make dumb mistakes and get you upset.”

“Princess, I wasn’t upset. I just set the record straight. My name for any of your fuck toys is Mr. Wilkinmister or Terrance. Never Terry. Next I won’t hop to and serve them. They are your guests, not mine. So you take care of them. That pretty much covers it.”

“I would prefer not to watch you but if it’s like earlier, it’s sort of OK for a while. What I won’t do is what you had asked. Handle your cum stained laundry, not while the guy is around. I’ll do your laundry once a week like I have been and I hope that you don't go running around and brag about it. That is pretty much all.”

“If you can live with that, we’ll be fine unless one of the guys opens his mouth. I have to admit that Roger handled things pretty smooth. He was quite different from the jerk he was at the hotel. I guess, you guys hadn’t talked either or if you did, you mislead him on how I would react.”

“But now I really would like to go back to relax. You want to stay here, it’s OK. I assume that you did an extra good job brushing your teeth and if that’s a yes I very much would like a good night kiss from you.”

That’s what happened. We hugged and kissed for a while and Clarissa fondled my CB for a bit.

“You OK with it on? I don’t want you to hurt. I’m guessing that right now it’s kinda tight in there with me naked next to you.”

We both chuckled.

“Yes Princess, it’s tight alright but with the extra spacer rings, I’m OK.”

“Good night sweetheart”.

“Good night cuckboy”.

I pinched her nipple for that.

“OUCH!”

But then she chuckled.

“I deserved that. Good night babe.”

Clarissa pushed her butt crack against my CB and I got a hold of one of her boobs and that’s the way we fell arelax and woke up when the alarm started blaring from our bedroom. Clarissa had wisely left all the doors open.

Thursday night over dinner the other shoe did drop.

“Babe, would it be OK if I invited Roger and two other couples and a cuckold slave for Saturday. A sort of fuck and pool party. Maybe you hang a bit longer with the guys after your golf.”

I didn’t say a word, just looked at her.

“I was thinking that we would start around 10 or 10:30. The cuck slave will fix our lunch and by six they’ll all be gone.”

“Of course you can come home earlier and if you want to quietly watch me, that would be OK. Just don’t look any of the others in the eye, just ignore them. If you don’t and they’re still here, just go up through the garage. I make sure your fridge is stocked with some goodies.”

“Yes please.”

“Clarissa, it’s your place as much as it is mine. I’ve had guys over working on cars and hitting the pool after or watched ball games, played cards. So who am I to say, you can’t have your fuck buddies over.”

“Terry, I wish you wouldn’t call them names like that. They are really nice people that just live an unconventional life style, that’s all.”

“I don’t know these folks, but if they are like Roger, I guess I could refer to them as your friends.”

“So yes you can have your little orgy. I assume that I’m correct in that. That it will be a sort of orgy?”

Clarissa smiled.

“Darn right it will be an orgy.”

This story keeps gathering momentum.

I'm looking forward to the next installment.

Thanks

GH

Clarissa went off to make some phone calls which reminded me that I ought to check the recorder, maybe move it to my new quarters and also think about the nanny cams. As hard as I’m trying I can’t bring myself to completely trust her.

That night we watched a little TV, made out on the love seat and then headed for our respective rooms. I guess the ‘honeymoon’ is over.

Friday night we decided to go out to eat than dancing for a while at our friend Walt’s place.

I was happy to learn that Julie had kept her word and most of the previous hassle had been taken care of. The only thing still missing was the beer and wine license but Walt thought he should have it within a month.

We had a really good time but left shortly before midnight since I had to get up early for our weekly golf game.

After golf I hung out with Julie and Liza for a while. Actually to tell the truth I was providing oral services for a couple of hours before heading home.

That’s when things got interesting.

Once I knew about the party, I had our ad guys make a nice big sign which I installed on the garage door just before leaving to pick up Julie for our golf game.

I knew that even if Clarissa went out, she would never take notice of it.

I left my car at the beginning of our drive way and walked up to see if I had a target.

Sure enough there was a big fat S Class Mercedes parked right under the “No parking in front of the Garage – Violators will be towed” sign.

See, we have plenty of parking spaced of to one side of the drive way. No need to block the garage.

I went back to the my car and called our local towing service. I had already talked to the owner on Friday alerting him to a possible job that could turn into falls alarm. He was cool with it and said just make sure the driver gets fifty bucks if he doesn’t haul any car off.

So I waited for about half an hour and the tow truck arrived. I walked back with him to where the offending car sat in my drive way.

“Hook her up and be ready pull her up the bed and go. I’ll let you know one way or the other. In either case you’ll get 50 bucks.”

“Hey, remind me never to mess with you.”

I waited until he was all set and then went into the house through the front door.

Orgy was right. There was a couple fucking out by the pool, another sat in the hot tub making waves as the gal rode the guy’s cock and Clarissa was in the living room sucking Roger’s cock. Then I spotted another guy wearing nothing but a pink tutu fixing some food in the kitchen. Some was already on the dining room table and looked darn good.

I walked into the middle of the room and shouted

“OK people listen up. Who is the one that cannot read and put that Merc right under my ‘NO Parking’ sign.”

It was like a bomb went off.

“Clarissa started to say something but Roger put his hand over her mouth and actually winked at me. Another step up on the ‘like meter’.

The gal that had been riding the cock in the hot tub came in yelling.

“Clarissa who is this jerk, what’s he doing here?

Roger answered for her.

That dear is Mr. Wilkinmister, owner of the house and Clarissa’s husband.”

“Why isn’t he naked on his knees like a proper cuck? Petey get my crop, I’ll deal with him.”

“Lady you are going to nothing of that sort. You’ll either go outside right now, give the tow truck driver fifty bucks and ask him VERY politely to unhook your vehicle and move it to the designated parking area or I’ll go out and tell him to pick it up and go.”

“It will cost you at least 500 bucks for the towing and storage. See the place closes down as soon as he gets there and the earliest you’ll be able to get your car is eight AM on Monday.”

By now everyone was standing around us. I pointedly looked at my watch. Roger had a hard time not to bust out laughing and the other two guys sort of smiled.

“NOW, not five, not ten minutes later. The tow truck operator is anxious to get home. His boy is in a ball game and he doesn’t want to miss the whole thing. On the other hand if you walk out and let him look at your store bought boobs, he might change his mind and hang a little while longer while you all get your act together and get the money.”

Clarissa had wiggled free from Roger and started to hit me.

“Terry, how dare you, humiliate me in front of my friends like this.”

I grabbed her hands.

“Easy Princess, I can’t help it if they are stupid enough not pay attention to the sign. Everyone else had no trouble reading and understanding it.”

At that point Joe the truck driver blew his big air horn.

“Lady you better get out there right now, he’s getting impatient.”

I’ll be damned if she didn’t go out there naked as jay bird after yelling at what I presume was her husband to find her purse and fifty bucks.

Joe sure got an eye full and I’m sure he did not mind.

It actually took three of them to come up with the fifty bucks. Neither of them was carrying much cash.

The four guys and I trooped out to the drive way, Clarissa and the other lady stayed inside. I think Clarissa was even crying. Tough, see what it feels like being humiliated. Maybe next time you won’t be so eager to do it me when you remember what it felt like.

Joe’s eyes got really big when he saw three guys completely naked and the fourth in that pink tutu.

But he was very quickly distracted because that witch was rubbing her hand over a steadily growing bulge inside his shorts.

One of the guys handed him the fifty bucks and he unhooked the Merc from the tow.

I jumped on the running board and rode down with him to the end of the drive to retrieve my car.

“Joe, give me one of your business card if you want to have some fun. I think that lady is intrigued by what you’re packing inside your shorts.”

He laughed. I would love to but my wife would skin me alive if she ever found out. I better not.

I hopped into my car and drove up. I guess the roar of the exhaust stopped the guys from going inside after moving the Merc.

“WOW” was the unanimous verdict as I pulled up.

Immediately the questions started and we started talking car when a shrill voice called from the door.

“Guys, Petey, get your asses in here.”

“In a minute Mistress.”

“Petey, you better go, she’s really pissed and will take it out on you anyway but you’ll really hurt if you don’t go in now.”

“That’s OK, I’ll be fine. I’ve been looking for an excuse to get whipped.”

Turning towards me “Mr. Wilk…”

I stopped him – “call me Terrance at least ‘til we get takes together for the first time, after that you can call me Terry. That goes for you two too.”

I looked at the two that I didn’t know.

“Hi, nice to meet you, I’m Jamister and this guy I Gerald.”

It was all so surreal. There I was standing in my drive way with four naked guys. Well the fourth one was almost naked if it wasn’t for that pink tutu and rather nasty looking steel chastity belt.

“Terrance as I was saying I’m a dyed in the wool masochist and unhappy if I don’t get a good whipping every week or so. Mistress Marge doesn’t like to do it unless there is at least a semi legit reamister for it. Hence my tardiness. It will be good for at least two whippings.”

I was amazed, these folks sure were different but then who was I say anything. I just spent two hours wearing a mask and worshipping two pussies that are not my wife’s.

Petey went on.

“One way I get either whipped or some TLC, but no release from this CB is our weekly poker game.”

“You better explain that. But wait, I’m thirsty. Any one for a beer?”

I got three yes and one request for water if I had it from Petey. I hit the garage opener which get another round of “Wow’s” when they saw my workshop.

I grabbed four beers and bottle of water from a fridge that is in our garage and waited for Petey to continue his story.

“The four of us play poker most Thursday nights. Not high stakes but interesting enough. Mistress gives me 50 bucks. For every Dollar I lose, I get one stroke with her crop, paddle or whatever floats her boat. If I win and bring back at least fifteen bucks more, I get hugs and kisses and nice things like that.”

“Yeah, the guy actually manipulates her, depending on his needs. He’s a good player and wins lots of times. If he feels like a beating, he leaves his winnings and then some, usually twenty to twenty five bucks with us an goes home to his whipping. If he feels like getting some loving, he takes an extra twenty plus back home. If he by chance actually lost that night, he’ll take it out of his stash that Gerald holds for him.”

“Say, what is Petey’s net worth at the B&C Poker club?”

“B&C?”

They all laughed and Roger answered

“Bull and Cuck Poker club. You know, we could use some fresh money and you qualify for membership. Why don’t you join us on Thursday. Would love to have you and we can get takes together so that we all can call you Terry.”

At that point, Clarissa and the other lady came out wearing some sort of robes.

Clarissa shot glaring looks at me as she headed towards Roger.

“Darling, we are not done yet, what you doing out here jabbering with my cuckold hubby who’s in some serious trouble with me.”

Roger kissed her and then – “Listen very carefully Clarissa. Terrance was well within his rights. All of us saw the sign but mighty ‘my cuckolds brownie doesn’t stink’ Marge had to plant her car in front of the garage door. I’m sure Petey wanted to park over where we are but she wouldn’t let him. She had it coming. I’ve told you before. Terrance is a cuck but he’s not a wimp or masochist like our friend Petey here. So lay off him. Be nice to him and grateful that he let us have the party. Speaking of which I’m starving and Petey is a fantastic cook.”

“Terrance come inside with us and eat something, or at least grab a plate and take it up to your cuck cave.”

“Cuck cave? I’m getting jealous, when Mistress doesn’t want me around, I have to take my doggy bed down to the basement and stay there until she’ll let me back up.”

Timmy,
You are doing a wonderful job of keeping this story right on the edge of credibility. I mean I would have stuffed Roger and thrown out Clarissa to return to her senses long since, but Terry is made of different stuff and his delicate line is still just believable. Still, he does not know the full truth yet, I'm amazed with his background he hasn't got the house wired for instance. I think I would also like to know just what made Clarissa go down this route with such reckless abandon in the first place, I'm sure Terry is wondering the same thing ...

All in all though, this is your longest and best caption yet !

Timmy

I agree with Peak. There are so many questions and reactions, but that's why this story is so much fun. Another great segment

GH

Timmy,
Terry just went up 10 points for growing a set.
A great addition to the story. Maybe it can work out after all?
Thanks for writing!
JJ.

Timmy,

sorry I have not written before but I am enjoying your story. deffinately a notch or 2 up the wow level and a nice change of pace.

sallyann

Peak, GH, JJ and Sallyann,

thank you for comments. They are appreciated.

So we headed all inside and Marge was throwing dagger eyes at me. I bet she would love to cut my balls off with dull and rusty knife.

Petey went over to her and started to kiss her feet but she just kicked him in the head and walked away.

Oh well each to his own. But I do want to talk to him at some point. Try to get some insights of what his life is really like on a daily basis. Not when it’s show time like now. Not that I ever would consent to such treatment from Clarissa.

However, talking to him might just help me get a clearer picture of my own needs to submit to a much lesser degree, but still submit.

So I grabbed a plate, put some of those goodies on it and went up to my rooms.

I was watching a western when there was a knock on the door.

“Come in”.

It was Roger.

“Terrance, we were serious when we offered you to join our poker game. Think about it. Here is my card with my address and phone. We play every Thursday. Let me know by Wednesday afternoon one way or the other so that Petey can adjust the amount of snacks.”

“We are leaving now. The place is cleaned up. Thanks for letting Clarissa host this one and I do apologize for that bitch Marge. Her attitude stinks but sure is hot piece of ass and we most certainly would miss Petey’s gourmet food. So we all put up with her.”

“You OK, if we do this again in the near future?”

“Roger, thanks for the invitation. I may just take you up on that. Haven’t played for a while. I’ll let you know as soon as check my schedule on Monday.”

“Marge, forget about it. She won’t do it again and I had a really good time sticking it to her and as long as Petey is totally OK with the use he’ll suffer because of it, I’m OK with it too.”

“Regarding future parties, like I told Clarissa, this is her home too and I have no problems with it as long as she doesn’t try to get me involved and they don’t happen too often.”

”I’m sure Marge is not going to try that stupid stunt again and as long as you all clean up the mess and don’t break anything, have a good time. I’ve got my sanctuary up here and if access to the garage isn’t blocked you won’t even know that I’m around.”

We shook hands and off he went.

I decided to stay in my rooms, curious to see what Clarissa would do, if she would come and talk to me.

She never came to see me and Sunday morning there was a note on the kitchen table to not to disturb her unless the house was on fire.

Screw this, so I made myself some breakfast and read part of the Sunday paper. It just wasn’t the same, so I gave up and swam 25 laps in the pool before getting dressed to move my Mustang out into the drive so that I could it wash it.

Just to spite her, revved the engine a couple of times while still in the garage.

No Clarissa at lunch time.

I was contemplating doing her laundry since I didn’t get a chance yesterday but then decided not to. If she’s got some bug up her putt and doesn’t want to talk to me, then she can do her own.

Still no sign at dinner time, so I went to a local burger joint and had bimister burger and a couple of beers. Shot some pool with a couple of strangers and headed home around ten.

Still no sign of Clarissa but there were new dirty dishes in the sink rather than in the dishwasher. First I was going to leave them but then they might still be there tomorrow night, so I put them in.

After that I went to my quarters, read a bit. Watched the 11 o’clock news and went to bed.

I heard Clarissa’s alarm as I was down stairs in the kitchen fixing coffee. I made enough for the two of us, but she never showed.

I called her cell and it went straight to voice mail. So I left a message

“Clarissa, I don’t know what’s up with you. I hope to see you tonight for dinner. If not, maybe it would be a good idea for you to move out for a while ‘til you figure out what you want and let me know what it is. I love you but you are making it very hard for me to sustain that love.”

Clarissa

I never felt so humiliated in my life when Terry pulled that stunt with the tow truck. Of course Marge had to shoulder some of the blame. But still. So I froze Terry out. Never showed myself on Sunday. Didn’t seem to bother him much. I watched him doing his laps in the pool. Damn he sure does cut a fine figure but I was not going to cave in. Especially when he pulled that stunt with revving his engines in the garage.

The whole thing sort of backfired at me when I found out on Monday morning that he hadn’t done my laundry and I had to resort to wearing some old cotton panties and bra that I never gotten around to throw out.

Then there was that voice message from him telling me to meet him in the evening or move out. Who the fuck does he think he is. My first inclination was to call Roger but he would just give me another lecture on how Terry was different and that I was fool.

So I called Marge and told her about my problems. Of course her answer to that was to go home and use my crop on Terry ‘til he begged for mercy. I knew that wouldn’t work.

So I took the afternoon off, went home did my laundry and packed a bunch of clothes, made reservation in a extended stay place near the airport for a week. I got lucky, just as I turned the corner, I saw Terry coming the other way. I don’t think he saw me.

So there I sat all alone in a studio apartment, wondering where our marriage was headed and what I wanted to do. I did call Roger and told him that I had temporarily moved out. To his credit he didn’t say anything but we made a date for him come and see me on Wednesday. I guess ‘til then my dildos will have to do. Damn, I miss Terry’s tongue.

Terry

Monday, just after lunch I called Roger to confirm that I would come to the poker game tomorrow.
“Terrance…” “Make that Terry now that I’m going to take your money.”


As I was coming home I saw Clarissa go around the corner the other way. I guess we are not talking tonight and sure enough a bunch of her going to work clothes were gone and she must have done the laundry because her special hamper was empty.

Well I fixed myself some dinner and then lounged in the living room, first reading some stuff and then watching a ball game. In a way it was kind of nice not having to worry about Clarissa but then I also missed her. Damn why is she trying so hard to screw up our marriage with all this nonsense. I wish I could take her mind apart and find out.

I had a decision to make when it came time to go to bed. Since Clarissa wasn’t around I could use our bed in the master bedroom or go to my quarters. I tried our bed but found that the lingering subtle scent of her lotions and potions was depriving me of relax. I missed her.

So I got up and went to my room, had a small shot of cognac and fell into a dreamless relax. I actually overslept by almost twenty minutes. Never happened before. I’ve got a built in alarm. I decide at night when to get up and I’m awake within five minutes of either side of that time. Mostly just before.

I guess all this stuff is putting an mental strain on me and I’m exhausted. Better hit the gym today or do more lap swimming. Get my physically tired instead of mentally.

On Wednesday morning I got a call from Roger.

“Terry, I’m seeing Clarissa tonight. Any message for her?

“I guess you know that she moved out. Actually I told her to.”

“I knew about her moving out but not about you telling her.”

So I told Roger what had happened after they all left and the sort of ultimatum I had given Clarissa.

“Want me to talk to her?”

“No, I don’t think so. Just tell her to be home after dinner on Friday. Say eight o’clock to talk or I’ll use a safe word and the clock will be ticking ‘til I take further steps, like maybe a legal separation or even divorce.”

“I’m getting tired of her stupid games and we need to get our marriage fixed or ‘junk’ it.”

“I’ll tell her. See you tomorrow at eight. You got the address and bring money.”

We both laughed at that and disconnected the call.

Clarissa

I was devastated when Roger told me about his phone conversation with Terry. Separation, even divorce?

This not what I wanted to happen.

All thoughts of sex with Roger went by the wayside. I was no longer in the mood. I just wanted to go home and confront Terry.

“Clarissa, that is not going to work. You need to calm down and start thinking. You’re a very bright lady. Use those gray brain cells. Think about how you got to this point. You keep telling me that in many ways your marriage was a dream made in heaven and in other ways you felt unfulfilled. You screwed up by not talking to Terry when those feelings got started. You keep telling me that you love him and don’t want to lose him but every step you’ve taken since you got started with idea of the cuckolding is driving him further away.”

“What in the world made think he would accept your action without pushing back? He is NO Petey and never will be.”

“So he likes to play some kinky FemDomme games from time to time. Make a fantasy real for a night, a day or maybe even a whole weekend. That doesn’t make him the masochist that Petey is. He eats that stuff up and begs for more use.”

“The emphasis is ‘from time to time’, NOT all the time. Just because he doted on you and virtually granted you almost every wish, concedes to most of your ideas of what to do as far as sex or any other form of recreation is concerned doesn’t make him a wimp that you can bully.”

“He does that because he loves you. Is afraid of losing you. If you keep pushing him the way you have been, he’ll sooner or later start thinking that he might me better of getting away from you rather than get hurt more and more as you try form him into something he’ll never be.”

“You need to come clean why you didn’t want to talk to him. I’m sure he’ll understand Saturday night. My guess is that he wasn’t all that anxious to talk to you either after seeing what was going on when he came in that afternoon.”

I spent a couple of hours in Roger’s arms alternating between crying and cursing Terry before going home and restless relax.

Thursday and Friday were rough at work but I called Terry’s cell that he did not answer and left a message.

“Terry, I love you. I’ll be there tonight at eight as suggested.”

Terry

I got to Roger’s place a few minutes early hoping to get a chance to talk to him about his meeting with Clarissa.
“Terry, she was pretty shook up by your message. If she hasn’t already let you know she will do so soon and tell you that she’ll be there on Friday. She was ready to run over to your place as soon as I told her about what you had said but I talked her out of it. Told her to calm down and think things through. I think I got through to her.”

“Listen if you want me there as sort of a mediator or facilitator just let me know. I’ll be happy to do so. I really care for Clarissa as a permister. She’ll never be a love interest. I’ve been married and didn’t like it. So that is not in the cards and she knows that. For me it’s all about the sex and yes a certain satisfaction of being able to make a cuck out of the husbands.”

“You are different. I’ve never met anyone like you before. Most of them fall some place in between you and Petey. Very few are as extreme as he is. But all seem to have one thing in common, they all get off on the idea of their wives having sex with another man. Some like to or even need to watch, others are just happy sitting alone at home wondering what is going on. Their fantasies may be wilder than the reality and they are happy with that.”

“You seem to have a different motivation. You don’t want to watch. The less you know about it, the happier you seem to be. My guess, you just want to please Clarissa in any way you can.”

“Clarissa told me about your games, pretending that she was with another man while you were tied up to a chair watching her and her toys and listening to her trash talk.”

“I think that that gave her some wrong ideas of where your head is.”

“The game, the fantasy and just the two of us acting them out was fun. It was a turn-on for me as long as we didn’t do more than once every three or four months. When she came to me with this crazy idea of doing it for real I got really afraid. I love her so much and became afraid that I would lose her if I didn’t go along. So I agreed to this three month trial with certain escape clauses and safe guards. It’s not turning out the way I expected. She is going way too fast and way too far for me. I’ll try to hang in there but I’m afraid for our future and I’m preparing myself mentally that my dream marriage may be collapsing. I hope I’m wrong and I hope and pray that we can fix this thing but I’m not so sure.”

At that point the others showed up and after hellos grabbed some snacks from the platters Petey had prepared and some takes and started to play poker.

I don’t know why, but I was almost disappointed that Petey wasn’t wearing his tutu.

After a couple of hours, we took a potty break and it looked like that Petey and I were ahead in the game.

“So Petey, what’s it going to be tonight, lose and punishment or win and some TLC?” I just had to ask.

“Terry, I’m going home a big winner even if I have to tap into my stash here. This week has been rough. I got close, very close to using my safe word yesterday. Yes we do have one. I’m a masochist but not stupid. We do play or at least try to play safe and sane. But Marge was so fired up and still is over the way she got treated by you. Deep down she knows, it’s her own fault but she will never admit it. No I’m going home a big winner, I need a break. Once a break is created, she’ll simmer down and we get back to what for us is a normal FemDomme/sub relationship. These last days were not the norm. I enjoyed it. Discovered that I could sink deeper into subspace than I had ever imagined but there needs to be a break.”

We broke up around eleven and went home with twenty seven more Dollars in my pocket. Petey had won around thirty bucks but got some from his stash to go home with almost one hundred bucks. He had a big smile on his face when he said good bye to all of us.

Friday I called a meeting of my top guys who are also minority share holders and ran by them the idea to sell the company. That I was getting tired and frustrated with all the management stuff. That I wanted to get back to just brainstorming, to create hardware and software and have to bother with all the administrative stuff. True I had competent help but the ultimate responsibility for the well being of the company was mine and mine alone. I was tired of that.

We tossed some ideas around like getting a COO from either inside or the outside. None of them wanted that particular job and in the end they were OK with me exploring possible ways of disposing the company as long as they had ironclad guarantees of keeping their jobs.

That evening I fixed my dinner and then settled in waiting for Clarissa to show.

To my surprise, yes I had expected her to be late, she walked in right on time.

I got up to great her and she flew into my arms and started to cry.

“Terry, I love you. Why do I keep doing stupid things?”

I finally got her settled down and we sat across from each other at the kitchen table with cups of tea in front of us – Deja vu.

We looked at each other, neither of us sure how to start the conversation. Finally Clarissa broke first.

“Terry, I’ve NEVER been so angry at you before in our whole life together. How could you humiliate me like this in front of my friends? Making Marge go out there naked to talk to that tow truck driver?”

“Whoa girl, hold your horses. I’m not going to talk about my offense finding an orgy going on in my house when I come home, see my wife behaving like a slut. No Ma’am, I’m not going to go there.”

“I would have been perfectly happy not being exposed to that but your stupid friend had to block the garage with her car. There was plenty of space for her to go and Petey told me how she insisted on parking there.”

“What were his words? Oh yeah ‘No fuckin’ cuckold slave is going to tell Mistress Marge where to park or not to park’. Those where her words. As to the rest. I didn’t make her go out there naked, that was her choice. She could have given me the money and keys to her car and I would have taken care of Joe and moved the damn car for her.”

“Joe has been ‘traumatized’ by what he saw. Four naked guys, one wearing a pink tutu and one broad. On the other hand he might have wet dreams about Marge’s store bought supersized boobs.”

“Good thing that he’s a really good friend and will keep his mouth shut about what he saw. See I sponsor, or I should say the company sponsors the baseball team his mister plays on. Any other driver would have it all over town that the Wilkinmister have freaky sex parties on Saturday afternoons. Talk about offense.”

“So let’s get back to the crux of your actions. I can fully understand not wanting to talk to me on Saturday night. I really didn’t want that either. However, the caring loving wife – unless that is an illusion – that I think or thought I had would have come down on Sunday morning and asked if I was OK, maybe even apologized for the behavior of her friends, but no there was no sign of her all day long. Just a batch of dirty dishes in the sink indicating that she was in the house. Left there in the expectation that her wimp hubby will take care of them.”

“When you didn’t show on Monday morning, I felt that it was time to make some changes, hence my message to you to move out. I’m not going to put up with this BS. Either we are couple and talk to each other about our issues or let’s not prolong the pain and suffering and just dissolve this marriage. I’m really tired of all these games.”

“I agreed to the three months trial and I’m still willing to stick with that but if you don’t make time for ME and MY needs, then the kindest way would be to just go our separate ways.”

“Terry, I’m such a fool. Roger told me that all I’m doing is pushing you away from me. I want to fix our marriage. I don’t want a divorce. I love and need you. Problem is that I think that I need you in ways that you are not willing to give. Not that I blame you darling. I’m trying to keep pushing you into a direction that you don’t want to go.”

“I should have talked to you a long time ago, back when my urges to dominate you got stronger and stronger. Talk to you about my feelings instead of letting them fester and build up resentment because you didn’t automatically turn into the guy in my fantasies. How could you if you didn’t know what they were.”

“I thought you would pick up on them, get the hints when we played our games. You seemed to like them. I remember your hard cocks when I had you tied to that chair and talking trash while fucking myself with my toys.”

“I couldn’t understand why you didn’t jump at the idea of doing it for real. You really don’t like it when I get fucked by Roger or anyone else do you?”

“That is so redy confusing to me. I kept thinking maybe I didn’t make it humiliating enough. Maybe I need to add pain, like having you wear nipple clips while watching us. Looks like I totally misread you all along.”

“Is it too late to start over?”

“I don’t know Clarissa. I’ve told you before that I’m confused about my own feelings about my being submissive. What I do know for sure is that I will never ever be a Petey. I like the guy and respect his permisteral preferences but that is NOT me. I’m no masochist. I like kinky games. But they have to stay games, not reality, not 24/7.”

“You need to totally abandon those ideas of transforming me into some one even close to Petey. I think that if you ever succeeded in that, you sooner or later would lose all respect for me and dump me. That is not the guy you fell in love with and as soon as you realize that it will be all over for us.”

“You need to think about that. I don’t believe you ever have thought about what would happen if you succeeded. I think you need to take the time to really think what you want out of our marriage going forward. What would be the absolute minimum level presentation from me that you could live with? What would be the ideal ratio between D/s times and vanilla married life?”

“I can’t help you with that so I’m going to not come home tomorrow after golf but go to a resort for the rest of the weekend, play some more on Sunday and then I have to go out of town for a couple of days. I’ll be home on Wednesday and we can talk further.”

“I want ONE promise from you. While I’m gone I don’t want Roger over here or any of the others. No party this weekend. If you think that talking to any of them will help you get some clarity in your mind, I don’t mind that. I just don’t want you distracted by getting fucked. This is too important. I have NO way of knowing if you keep your promise but I have to trust you, hard as it is because your earlier actions since this all got started.”

“Should I find out that you’ve lied to me, we are done – there will be NO second chance. I’m dead serious.”

Clarissa sat in her chair and looked like a whipped puppy. I almost felt sorry for her but I didn’t cave in.

“Babe, I hear you and I think I understand what you want from me. So I’ll give it a try. No party this weekend and no Roger over here fucking me. But why do you have to leave, why can’t you stay? Maybe I would like to bounce ideas of you – see your reaction to them.”

“No Princess this is something you have to do alone, I don’t want you to be influenced by me one way or the other. You have a pretty good idea of what I can and will not accept from you. It’s better if you’re alone here.”

“I’m going to bed. I have to get up early.”

Clarissa jumped up and pulled me into her arms.

“Can I come with you and cuddle with you? I now need to know that you still love me. That what you told me is not some cruel joke and pull the plug anyway, no matter what I come up with.”

“OK Princess, I can do that. Let’s go take a shower in the master bath and then… (I saw a hopeful look in Clarissa’s eyes) No, not unless you unlock me. It’s that or my bed. Your choice as always.”

“Oh, OK. I do want you horny. So your bed it is.”

And the suspense keeps building. Will Clarissa ever learn.

Timmy this story has turned into a classic.

Thanks

GH

Timmy,
My turn to agree with GH. Again ...

GH and Peak,

thanks.

We cuddled and kissed up a storm and just about worshipped every square inch of her delightful body and provided numerous orgasms.

Eventually the two us fell arelax spooning in the way we normally do. When I woke up at 5:30 Clarissa was gone from my bed. I took a quick shower, got dressed and packed my bag for a four day stay. I had arranged with Julie to stay at the resort for those days.

I checked our bedroom and there was Clarissa sound arelax. I went in and gave her a light kiss before heading down for a cup of coffee and some juice. I needed both to function properly.

My bag in my car, I took off to pick up Julie for our usual Saturday morning breakfast with the guys and golf game.

On the way to the country club, Julie sprung a surprise on me.

“Terry, Liza and I are going with you to the resort. We’ll stay there tonight and tomorrow night. Not sure yet about Monday night. There are some people that I want you to meet while we are there. Also the two of us feel like playing with you. So be prepared for a full weekend.”

Our golf game was the usual banter and small side bets. I won the 18 holes by one stroke ahead of Julie. She was getting really good. I suspect that she’s taking some lesmisters and time to practice. I won’t be surprised if by the end of the seamister she’ll beat me every so often. Maybe I need to work on my game too to stay ahead of her.

After our round we went to her place for lunch with Liza. It was decided for me that we would all travel together in their limo and leave my car in the condo garage where it would be safe.

The driver was the same hot young lady that had driven us before.

On the way Julie mused.

“You know, we need a car that’s suitable for the three of us to ride in. Terry can be our chauffeur. Something classy and vintage. Think about it Terry. Maybe something that you can partially restore like you did with your Mustang.”

“I would love to, but I really don’t have the time. As it is I spend more time at the office than I would like to. I’ve started to think about selling my company. It’s getting too much. I want to get back to experimenting, designing stuff. That is what I love the most. Now I’m bogged down with administrative stuff.”

“Why not hire someone to take care of that part.”

“I talked about that with the guys, thought about bringing in a COO. It might work but I still would be responsible for the well being of the company. Still have too much detail to worry about. No I really would love to have my mind free of any worries of that sort.”

“You really are serious about that, aren’t you?”

“Yes and my top guys, you’ve met Walt, are OK with that. They won’t mind getting the cash out of the company but want long term employment contracts.

“How many are we talking about?”

Three are share holders. Walt is our financial guru, Mark is sales and Carlos is manufacturing. There are some others that should be kept on for sure. But these three are the heart and soul of the company.”

“Who else owns shares besides you and how much do these guys hold?”

Suddenly Liza was all business.

“Clarissa owns twenty percent and the three of them own five percent each. The rest is held by a holding company in the Caymans which I own one hundred percent. The holding company owns the real estate and building as well as our residence. I’m paying rent to the holding company and so does the production company.”

“Wow, a neat set-up. Who came up with that scheme?”

“Walt and my attorney, Jamister Smythe.”

“Jamister is your attorney? You got some high powered legal representation there. I didn’t think that Jamister would work on anything less than corporations with a net worth of at least a hundred million.”

“To tell the truth, it’s Jamister Jr. We went to school together but I know that Sr. put some special brain power behind the original set-up.”

“Terry, any time you can claim to be a Smythe client you have the whole firm behind you, no matter how large or small the business is.”

“I’m impressed. You are in some very good hands and who ever winds up buying your company better watch out.”

“So what do you think your company is worth. I assume you only want to sell that part of it.”

“On the books, it’s worth about fifteen Million and the building and real property including our residence is another three.”

“So Terry who holds all the patents on the stuff you manufacture and sell?”

The ladies are sharp.

“No let me guess, the holding company. Right?”

I had to chuckle.

“Yes it does.”

"Now, a worst case scenario, you and Clarissa split up, get a divorce. What happens then?”

“If I still own all of it, I will have to buy her shares and pay approximately another eight or nine hundred thousand in accrued profits to her. The same goes if I sell out. She gets her twenty percent plus the same amount in profits.”

“Beyond that there is nothing that I would owe her or be obligated to pay since we don’t have any youngren. We each keep our own retirement plans. My pay from the company itself is approximately equal to what Clarissa makes at her job. It’s all covered in a prenuptial that her dad insisted on. When we got married I had not much more than pot to piss in and whole bunch of ideas. He was worried that I was a gold digger and after her money. She’s got a trust fund from her Grand Father. She borrowed against that to finance her original investment in the company which grew from the original two hundred thousand to what it is worth now.”

“So what does her daddy say now?”

“He and her lady got *******ed in a car accident a couple of years back. But on our fifth wedding anniversary I gave him a copy of our balance sheet at the time. He apologized to me and told me that he was proud of me. Even suggested that I tear up the prenuptial. That suggestion I totally ignored. It was just the two of us. So Clarissa doesn’t know about that conversation. I think she has totally forgotten about the agreement.”

“Looks like you’re covered on all bases.”

“Yeah, it was old man Smythe who drew up the prenuptial. I’m thinking there is not a lawyer in the state that can break that one.”

“How did that happen?”

“Clarissa’s dad and Smythe Sr. were old friends. Used to hunt together down in Texas. Quail I think.”

The conversation ended as we had reached our destination.

A couple of bell men came out to assist with our luggage. They would take Julie’s and my clubs over to the club house locker rooms and the rest got loaded onto a cart.

We checked in and I wound up in a room that was part of a suite that the ladies occupied but also had its own entrance from the hall way.

That’s when I got my next surprise.

“Terry, I’m sorry but you’ll have to share your room at least part of the time with Amanda (the driver) because the place is full for the weekend.”

I was stunned and Amanda just stood there with a big happy grin on her face.

I was totally flabbergasted and was thinking of the possible embarrassment should she by accident find out about my CB. I must have blushed.

“Look at our Terry. He’s shy. Turning red.”

That of course increased the flush in my face tenfold.

“That is cute Ms Julie. I really like him.”

She walked over to me and stroked my face.

“I won’t bite, at least not much”, then grabbed my crotch.

“Oh, what do we have here?”

Clearly she had felt the CB.

I was getting desperate, looking for a hole to crawl into or just bolt from the room.

“Julie…”

That’s as far as I got because Julie stepped up and slapped my face. Not too hard but hard enough to get my full attention.

“Terry, it’s Ms Julie, Ms Liza and Ms Amanda while we are in this room.”

“Got that?”

I looked at her saw the twinkle in her eyes and thought that there was just the tiniest wink in one of them.

“Yes Ms Julie, I understand.”

“Terry I apologize, we should have explained, not dumped on you like this but we just couldn’t resist the chance to mess with your head. Amanda is part of our ‘merry play group’ from time to time. Just like Liza here she is bi and has had the hots for you from the first time she saw you.”

“Do I have the key to your CB?”

“No Ms Julie, (that got me a big smile) sorry but the lock got changed some time ago.”

I decided not to tell them that I had a key. As long as I was married, I was not going to cheat on Clarissa. She had set up the oral services with Julie and pretty much told me that it was OK with her beyond the first time. As far as I was concerned Liza was part of the package and I guess now by default also Amanda.

“Amanda, sorry but Terry’s rather spectacular penis, at least that’s what his wife and my slutty friend Liza here think, is under lock and key. But don’t worry, you’ll be happy. He’s got some neat ways of making a lady happy. Not in my wildest dreams did I ever think that a lowly man ( she had to put that dig in) could satisfy me orally but this guy did. He made me lose a bet.”

“Pet you’ve got half an hour to make yourself presentable, clean shirt – button down Oxford is fine, no tie and take care of that five o’clock shadow. Then come back in here.”

Pointing at one of three doors, “that is Ms Amanda’s and your room”.

My bag had been placed in that room and I shaved, brushed my teeth and changed not only shirts but also put on a pair of slacks, rather than the shorts I had been wearing.

All done, I knocked on the connecting door.

“Come on in pet.”

“Ms Julie, he has class. I’m liking him more and more. Most others would have just come back in.”

“Yes Amanda, Terry is special. You’ll find out just how much later on tonight when we play but now it’s time for us to meet our friends. We should be back up here around nine thirty or ten.”

Clearly Amanda was part of the sex games these ladies played but still just an employee not privileged to take part in whatever activities were ahead. This is getting very interesting.

“Come along Terry, time to meet some of our friends”

The three of us went down stairs and to one of the many conference and dining rooms. It was similar to the Dolly Madimister room we had our dinner together what seems a life time ago. It was larger, had more casual seating as well as dining table for twelve and bar had been set up on one end.

There were seven ladies in the room ranging in age from mine to what I thought might be late fifties or early sixties but could also be a well preserved seventy year old.

Introductions were made. I knew one of them. The President of a local bank that I did business with. I actually got a brief hug from her.

“Terry what you see here is the majority of the board of directors of the foundation and also the charter members of this golf club and resort. I’ve been bragging about you and your company and they all wanted to meet you. It was our luck that you approached me about being able to disappear to here for a few days. We had a board meeting scheduled for Monday morning and most these ladies are golfers, some more than others and we all decided to come here a couple days ahead of time and have some fun.”

“Our conversation during the ride over here has got me thinking and I’m going to bring that up at the meeting on Monday.”

They all looked at Liza after that comment.

“Terry revealed to us on the way over that was thinking of putting his company on the market. Julie and I feel that it might fit quite well into what we are doing. It would add another dimension to the business and give us access to companies that are currently not part of our business model. Just an example, Terry has a contract with Boeing as well as a number of other aero space companies and contractors to the Pentagon.”

“But that is for Monday. On the other hand feel free to ask questions during the social hour and dinner.”

“Oh and in the morning before we start our round of golf, Terry here will pull one name out of a hat to determine his playing partner.”

“Time to get some refreshments.”

There was a general murmuring and several ladies threw glances my way as they made their way to the bar.

“Terry, feel free to answer or not any questions they may have. Both Liza and I are very interested in your company. It just makes a lot of sense to us. The financial base of the foundation is a very diverse set of companies ranging in size a bit smaller than yours to just under a hundred million. It’s the diversity that makes us so successful and we are not tied to the ups and downs of the stock market. We just may have a proposal for you by Monday night.”

Wow, things were moving fast. Maybe too fast.

“Relax pet. Have a good time. You are among friends here. Forget about Clarissa for a while. Certainly the three of us will accomplish that after dinner.”

“Come let’s get you a take. Beer or wine?”

“Maybe I should just stick with mineral water.”

“No, it’s OK pet. I know you won’t go overboard. Go ahead.”

As I turned away from the bar, Janice the bank president cornered me.

“Terry, I’m shocked. You want to sell. Your heart and soul is in that company. I watched you struggle and build it from nothing to what it is now. I can see why Liza and Julie want it as part of the foundation’s financial base. It makes sense and I’m going to support their efforts.”

“But tell me why.”

So I briefly told her what I had told the others. That I was getting stressed out from the responsibilities of running it and that I wanted to get back to designing and inventing. That that was my first love.

“Oh, I understand now. Yes, that makes sense now to me. You’ll be financially secure and can just let your mind go to town and see what comes out.”

I could almost see the wheels spinning in her head as she contemplated what it could mean in the long run.

I mingled with the other ladies, answered a few questions about what the company was doing. Others asked about my golf handicap. All in all I had a good time.

Dinner was served and after we had our desserts someone opened a couple of French doors to a patio and to my surprise several of the ladies went outside to light up cigars.

Liza came up to me.

“Come join us. I know you like a good cigar from time to time.”

I walked out with her where a server held open a humidor with a selection of different cigars. Both Liza and I took a Dunhill and I held the match for her.

Once we had our cigars going she pulled me away.

“I saw you talking to Janice for a quite a bit. May I ask what that was about?”

“Sure Ms Liza.”

She punched me lightly on the arm.

“Nice, but not here pet.”

“I’ve known Janice for quite some time since hers is my primary bank for the company. She was really curious why I wanted to sell because she knows how much I put into it. So I told her why. She indicated to me that she was pretty much on board with your thinking. So I think you have an ally in her and she knows almost as much about the financial picture of the company as I do. Only Walt has more details in his head.”

The party broke up after the announcement that a brunch would be served in the same room from eleven to one and tee time was one thirty PM.

When the three of us got back up to the suite, Amanda was waiting naked on the super king size bed licking her lips.

As soon as the door closed behind us I felt pressure on my shoulder. I knew what that meant and got down on my knees. That earned me a gentle pet on my head.

“WOW” that from Amanda.

“Amanda dear in that top drawer is a hood and collar. Please bring them over here. Our pet is not allowed to see ME naked. Obviously he’s seen you and that is OK. Also I don’t care if you take it off after the two of you go to bed in the other room. He has to wear it while we are here playing.”

“Now put it over his head and then the collar around his neck. Make tight but not restricting any airflow. He’ll need all the air he can get. I think the third button is the preferred setting for him.”

“Good, tell him to stand up and then I want you to strip him. Make it enjoyable for him.”

And so it started. I stood up as ordered then Amanda started to unbutton my shirt, teasing my nipples in the process.

“Damn, he’s got bigger nipples than I do. Can I play with them?

“Later dear, just tease him a bit. Get him fully aroused.”

The shirt was off and my pants around my ankles. I could sense that Amanda was down on her knees, her face very close to my dick which was still covered by my briefs. Her hands were feeling for my dick. Exploring the cage.

“Hmm, this feels weird. I’ve never seen one like this. Let’s see what we have here.”

“Oh my, look at that pretty cock. Must have been a bad boy being locked up like this.”

Amanda giggled and the others laughed.

I started to fidget as Amanda fondled my balls and blew hot air over my dick. My dick hit the ‘wall’, got as hard as it could within the confines of the CB when Amanda started to lick the cage, trying to push her tongue between the plastic.

“Oh, I so want to give you a blow job. That is one fine looking cock. Just the right size for Amanda’s hot pussy.”

I started to moan.

“Easy girl. Be patient. Maybe one day you’ll get that chance. For now just enjoy him the way he is.”

“Bring him over to the bed. Rank has its privilege and I get to have my pussy eaten first by him. You can watch or play with Liza. Right now our pet is MINE.”

There was no doubt in Julie’s voice that she meant it. So there I was on my back soon struggling for air as I labored under her pussy and ass. True a labor of love but still. It didn’t take me all that long to get her off the first time. I think all of us were sexually charged. Soon I lost myself in subbie space and only thought of pleasing my Mistress.

I was faintly aware of other noises indicating that someone else had orgasms besides Julie but I really did not know who it was.

Suddenly Julie got pushed off me and I was grateful to be able to take deep full gulps of cool air.

“Enough you greedy bitch. My turn.”

But instead of Liza descending on me, a pillow fight erupted around me.

Eventually things did settle down and it was clear that I was now serving Liza. Just like with Julie, I was familiar with her reactions and proceeded accordingly.

The real challenge was going to be Amanda. I had no idea how she would react. Just like the first time I serviced Julie and Liza I was flying blind. Could only go by bodily reactions and sound.

Eventually Liza tired of me and got off.

“Amanda, take Terry into your room. Like Julie said. Up to you if you want to keep the hood on or not. The key is on the night stand. Take it with you. Sooner or later that hood has to come off so that he can at least wash his face. Take his clothes too and close both connecting doors. We don’t want to be disturbed by you. You can get pretty loud and I’m betting that Terry will coax maximum volume out of you. We’ll get together just before eleven to go to the brunch.”

“Terry, hold your arms out.”

Amanda loaded my arms with my clothes, grabbed my dick and pulled on it.

“Come along pet. Time to go for a little walk.”

Nice interlude Timmy. I know how much you like the 'Red' characters. This is really becoming a well rounded classic of the site. Thanks again for writing through the pain of giving it to us. It is appreciated.

This time I get to agree with Peak. This has become a site classic. I also have to say that I loved that final image. Having a beautiful woman lead you around by your caged dick - Oh my!

GH

Timmy,
My opinion of Terry has increased tremendously. This story has come a long way and I can’t wait for the next segment. I was a critic in the beginning but I am enjoying the character development and really appreciate your talent!
Thank You,
JJ.

Peak, GH and JJ,


as always many thanks for your kind comments.

Off we went to our room and my next adventure with a twenty something hottie who was bisexual and supposedly had the hots for me.

“Terry, I’m going to make you work for MY pleasure. The hood and collar stay on for now. Maybe later, I’ll take it off. Add to your frustration by letting you see and touch me in all my naked glory with your cock locked in that cage. To be honest, I don’t get your wife. Why would she even think of locking such a beautiful thing up. I understand Julie insisting on it but I’m pretty sure that Liza would love to be able to play with it outside of that cage.”

“But enough talking. Follow the sound of my voice and find my feet. I just adore having some hunk suck on my toes.”

And so it went from sucking Amanda’s toes to slowly working my way up towards her pussy.

“The ladies were right, Amanda sure got loud when that first orgasm hit her and I didn’t let up ‘til she pushed me off the bed.

“Break time. Damn, you sure are good. No need to waste time on training you. You seem to have an instinct for what pleases a lady. You will be very popular around here.”

It took her a while to form those sentences because how she was still trying to get her breathing under control. I was puzzled by that comment but decided to not ask questions.

Eventually Amanda got settled down.

“Let me get the key and unlock your collar and take the mask off. I want to see how good a kisser you are and somehow that mask takes away from the pleasure of truly sensual kissing.

Amanda started with licking her own juices off my face where they had gotten under the mask and then I got lesmisters in tongue wrestling.

During a brief break with both of catching our breath – “go ahead pet. Play with my nipples and boobs. I like it. Just don’t be too rough, not like this.”

“OUCH”

She chuckled.

“I hear you like a little pain. Like your nips tormented. I sure hope that I’ll more chances to play with you. I haven’t had fun like this for a long time.”

Eventually, we just cuddled and fell arelax.

I was up by seven as usual on a Sunday morning and fired up my lap top as Amanda was still relaxing with a big smile on her beautiful face.

I sent an e-mail to Walt and my PA asking them to e-mail me early on Monday morning the financial and profit and loss statement for the last three months.

Then I went over a power point presentation that I and all my sales guys have in their lap tops for potential new customers. It’s a twofold presentation, one for each business line – new innovative hardware and programs and the other service and maintenance of existing equipment.

At the moment, the service division was doing a bit better do the general economic conditions. People hung on to what they had and worked for them.

Just around nine, Amanda woke up and stretched like a cat, actually sort of purring.

“Hmm, I never slept this good after just oral sex. You are truly a master of the art. Maybe your wife is not so wrong locking you up. Forces you to become innovative.”

“Come Terry, your current Mistress needs to take a shower and wants the pleasure of increasing your frustration and torment as you get to wash her from toes to the tips of my hair.”

I’m not sure what was more painful, washing her lovely body or having her soapy fingers all over mine as she returned the favor.

Suddenly the door to the bathroom burst open and the shower curtain moved.

“Oh no you little slut, you don’t get him all to yourself.”

I was Liza, who pushed her way into the shower. Two was fine in there but three did make it a bit crowded.

“Get out of here Amanda and tend to Ms Julie. She’s horny and needs your special treatment.”

Sticking her tongue out at us Amanda scampered off leaving a trail of water drops on the carpet.

“OK, big boy now take care of me and yes you have my permission to touch any and every place. I want what Amanda got this morning. I’m sure I heard her orgasm in here.”

I was happy when finally all of us were dressed and headed down for the brunch. This time Amanda was included since she played golf and stood in for Liza.

There were some other ladies that I had not met before. It turned out that they were charter members of the club but not part of the board for the foundation.

All in all we were twenty golfers that headed for the pro shop. It had been decided that we would have ten teams of two players each. That there could be two winners or maybe just one depending how things worked out. One winning team would be the one with the lowest gross score and the other with lowest net score after the Pro calculated the handicaps.

Of course I had to put my foot into my mouth.

“Ladies, you should be aware that the lovely Ms Julie really is no longer a ten handicap. She’s been playing with me on a regular basis and I suspect even taken lesmisters. I’m thinking that she might be a six or even possibly a five.”

Julie looked at me and mouthed. “you’ll pay for that tonight.”

There was a general hubbub and finally the Matron of the group, a spry busty lady that looked like end fifties or early sixties, spoke up. Terry what do you suggest.

“At risk of further incurring Ms Julie’s displeasure, I think that assigning her an eight would be fair to all of you.”

“That sound good to me. Eight it is. Now let’s draw the name of who gets Terry as playing partner.”

I have a sneaky suspicion that a fix was in because Ms. Peggy, the matron of the bunch drew first and pulled her name out of the hat.

“OK boy, we better win or I’ll pull your pants down on the eighteens hole and spank your bare butt for all to see.”

This caused general merriment and Julie said – “serves you right, smart ass. I’ll help holding you down.”

I blushed deeply and wondered how much if any she and Liza had revealed about me to these ladies.

My idea that there was a fix was confirmed when we walked up to our cart and Peggy’s and my clubs were already on there.

On the drive over Peggy bluntly asked.

“You’re wondering about two things right now aren’t you Terry?”

“One, how old is that biddy and what if any does she know about me?”

I blushed again and Peggy chuckled.

“The answer to the first question is that I’m a well preserved seventy five year old broad and the other is that Julie told me that you are very special. That is something, she’s NEVER said about any guy. So you either have some very rare talents or some kinky tendencies that makes you acceptable to both Julie and Liza. I also noticed that young Amanda can’t take her eyes of your crotch.”

“So what is hidden there?”

She actually grabbed my crotch and squeezed. I almost drove the cart into the ditch.

“Oh my, that is interesting. Maybe you’ll get a chance to explain that at some point. But now let’s forget about all that and play golf to win. I will spank your butt if we don’t.”

Peggy was good. Sure it took her an extra shot, maybe two on the long par fours and the par fives but she was deadly with the putter. Never missed one inside of ten feet.

I told her how impressed I was with her putting.

“Oh no big deal. I live on the property and most mornings when everyone is still relaxing I take a cart, a couple of wedges and my putter and go out and play ‘pitch and putt’. When you’re my age, you go for what you’re good at and practice that. I’ll never again hit a two hundred yard drive.”

We were all having cocktails on the patio when the Pro came with the results.

It turned out that there was a tie based on the net scores between Peggy and me and Julie and her partner. The low gross went to Amanda and her partner, my friend the bank president.

Julie came over and gave me hug which caused some quiet gasps.

“You did well Terry, but I would have beaten you if you hadn’t messed with my handicap. You owe me.”

Peggy chimed in.

“Julie, leave my lover alone. Remember, you’re wired differently.”

This caused everyone to laugh. It was very clear that a truly special bond existed between all these high powered women. I felt honored that they had decided to include me into their group. Tomorrow will be very interesting.

After dinner every one retired to their rooms and the ladies who had been there for just the golf went home.

“Terry, Amanda told me that you did some work on your lap top this morning. What was that all about?”

“I asked Walt for financials and P&L statements for the last three months and decided to go over a power point presentation that we have for new customers. It has been a while since I looked at it. Something my sales guys use in the field.”

“Can we see it. It might make it easier for Liza and I to explain why we feel your company is a good fit.”

So we went over it a couple of times. I answered some questions and then it was time to play again.

“Terry, I promised you some punishment for what you did this afternoon. While I agree, that it was proper to bring it up. You should have left it to ME.”

“Amada, strip the offender and lock him into the mask. There are also some hand cuffs in the drawer where the mask is. Cuff his hands behind his back.”

That didn’t sound good and I was starting to get a bit nervous.

“OK dear, lead him towards the bed and push him over so that his chest is down on the bed, get naked yourself and sit on his back because he’s going to try to wiggle and escape. Oh, first hand me his belt. I didn’t pack a paddle or cane, so his belt will have to do.”

There I was, Amanda pushing me down into the soft bed and settling her hot pussy on my back. I could feel already the moisture from it.

Then there was the whistle and the first hit of my belt biting me in the ass. I lost count but my guess somewhere around twenty or twenty five lashes seared my ass. It wasn’t the worst beating I ever had but enough to leave an impression.

“OK Amanda, take the primisterer to your quarters. You may release him there and put some ointment on his ass. Make him feel better. Liza and I have other things to do. He’s all yours for the night.

“You can have breakfast together and go and play a round if you want to. I want Terry showered, shaved and well fed by two PM. That’s when he’ll get to talk to the board.”

I don’t know why, but I was turned on, not only from the beating. It was well within my tolerance but also the way Julie talked about me. Also having Amanda’s pussy drip on my back as Julie laid into my ass added whole new dimension. This could get very interesting.

Just like last night, Amanda grabbed my dick and pulled me along.

“Hmm, what am I going to do with you? I’m supposed to make you feel better. Put ointment on your ass. What ointment? I suppose there could be some lotion in the bathroom.”

“Well let’s start with releasing your arms but keep them on your sides. No tittie grabbing or I’ll use belt on you.”

I let out a quiet moan.

The cuffs fell to the floor and Amanda pressed her rather magnificent boobs against my back. Then reached around and started to pinch and pull on my nipples making me moan even more and a bit louder.

“Does this turn you on? Or maybe the idea of MY spanking your ass with your own belt?

“You are quite kinky aren’t you my dear Terry. No need to answer that. Any guy who lets his wife lock him into a chastity thingy has to be kinky.”

“I wonder if pussy juice will soothe your bruised ass?”

There was some movement and then there were wet fingers spreading something warm over my ass.

“You know Terry it was soo and hot and such a turn on when I sat on your back watching that belt bite into your ass. Julie got quite strong forehand. I’m not so sure if you’ll rat her out again very soon.”

“No seriously, are you OK?”

“Yes Amanda I’m just fine.”

“OUCH”

My nipples got twisted quite hard.

“That is ‘Ms Amanda’ while you are wearing the hood. Do you understand?”

“Yes Ms Amanda, sorry but you didn’t…”

“OUCH”

“Yes and no Ms Amanda is quite enough for right now. Maybe later we can go into the details and some rules.”

“OUCH”

“I didn’t hear a ‘Yes Ms Amanda’.”

“You know, I like this game. Maybe I’m not going to take the hood off. Keep you as my permisteral sex slave for the rest of the night.”

“Speaking of sex. All this has made me quite horny and I need relief. Follow my voice and get busy on my pussy. None of your fancy stuff. Maybe later. Right now I want your face and tongue right where they do the most good.”