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

Timmy,
Once again, our Timmy gets hit out of left field. I'm beginning to think he might even like it. Perhaps there's hope for Clarissa yet!! You are certainly keeping us all on our toes here. Well done. Again...

Timmy

a wonderful story. not along the same lines as we usually read here. I give him credit for holding out as long as

he has. even from a womans point of view I do not understand her actions all the time. She is taking a

wonderful thing and turning it all around. sorry I have not commented before there are a lot of lazy people like

me just enjoying your work. please keep it up.

sallyann

Sallyann, GH and Peak,

thank you for your kind words and encouragement.

Marge pulled my shirt over my head and I dropped my shorts and stepped out of them.

“Hey let me look at you. You sure look fine.”

Marge trailed her fingers over my chest then looked down.

“Oh my, Petey look at this. It’s should be a crime to lock up such a beautiful cock. That CB is almost twice the size of your peepee hard. What do you say to that Petey? A real man’s cock and it’s under lock and key. What a shame.”

“Terry, I want first dibs on that cock if you split with Clarissa.”

I smiled.

“Ms Marge,…”

“I think you should call me Mist… Never mind you are right. It doesn’t fit. Ms Marge is just fine.”

“As I started to say, regrettably you’ll have to take a place in line.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well first there is a bi-sexual lady named Liza, a life companion of a very good friend of mine, Ms Julie…”

“You are friends with that super rich lady that runs that foundation in town?”

“Yes I am and as I said her life partner cuckolds her from time to time and I’ve been volunteered the first day I’m free from Clarissa.”

“Then there is a young lady in her early twenties that is a part time chauffeur for the ladies and a full time engineering student who has eyes on my dick. Third in line is a very interesting and remarkable lady seventy five years old that can’t wait to get her hands on me. She is a hell of a golfer and every two or three weeks has a male escort come to her place to entertain her. She lived a cuckold lifestyle with her husband ‘til cancer took him. I really like her and just might bump her up in front of the young chick.

“Last but not least is a lady of two out in Seattle whose husband used to work for me. But then he cheated on her with a married woman whose husband is with the Special Forces in Afghanistan. That community doesn’t like it when others mess with one of their spouses. Somehow, no one knows who, he got turned into a vegetable on life support in a Seattle hospital.”

“So like I said, you’ll have to take your place in line.”

Marge laughed.

“Petey did you hear that. He’s bragging about all the women he’s got waiting for him but his cock is locked up.”

“Well pet…”

Ms Marge, please don’t call me that. Please pick some other name if you want besides Terry.”

“Those ladies from the foundation? Right? They are the ones that call you that. They were the ones that took care of you when Clarissa screwed up and got you hurt?”

I just nodded.

“Not to worry. I respect your wishes. I like you too much. You may not approve of our life style much but I really would like to be friends with you. I know Petey is already – you know we are a package deal.”

“Ms Marge, at first I was appalled by the way you treated Petey but now I understand that he really is into it and likes it. So I have no longer any issues. I always say live and let live. Each to his own. So yes we can be friends. I’ve seen how much you care for Petey and that is good enough for me.”

“OK slave, enough talking Ms Marge is getting restless and horny. That chair over there looks inviting.”

Marge pointed at my chair.

“Let’s get over there and you can start at my feet and work your way up to my pussy. Don’t take too long to get there or I may have get my crop.”

So I went to town, serving Ms Marge. It was fun. She responded differently than either Clarissa or Julie and Liza, but respond she did. Loud and often. I think Petey was overwhelmed, he just sat there and stared.

Eventually she couldn’t take it anymore and pushed me away and after catching her breath.

“Petey, he’s good. What a prize specimen. A big cock and he can eat pussy too. I soo want him but don’t worry, I still love you.”

“Ms Marge would it be OK if I now start some of the clean up?”

“Terry, just Marge right now. When I call you slave, use Ms ‘til than Marge is just fine. Go ahead. I’ll help you as soon as I get myself back together again.”

With the two of working, we had the place in reamisterable shape within a couple of hours.

“Thanks for helping. How about I fix us some lunch?”

“Terry there should be some leftovers from last night in the fridge. That would be just fine and I know you have some decent beer.”

Petey, how are you doing? Can you give Terry a hand?

“Yes Mistress as long as I move slowly and carefully.”

Petey arranged the food on some serving plates and I set the kitchen table for the three of us.

“Terry, only two place settings.”

“What about you? I’ll eat later after you and Mistress are done.”

He was clearly back in subbie mode.

I looked at Marge. I wasn’t happy and she saw it.

“Petey, it’s OK. You eat with us. This is not a game right now. Just three friends having lunch together. As a matter of fact, you can have a beer too. You earned it by suffering the way you did last night. I’m proud of you. As bad as you hurt while I dragged you around the pool, you never used your safe word.”

After lunch Marge checked on Petey’s balls and put some more ointment on them and then sent him upstairs back to bed to rest.

I took care of the dirty dishes and put stuff away.

I was just standing wondering what to do next when Marge came up to me and grabbed my nipples again.

“I like these. Like little handles.”

She twisted them lightly.

“You sure, you can’t move me up the list a bit? You sure won’t regret it.”

“Well, it might be a while before I’ll get to Seattle so, I think I can slip you in as number four.”

We both laughed and after twisting my nipples again Marge hugged me and gave me a kiss.

“Terry, I hope that you and Clarissa can work things out but if you need a friend or some well meaning advise, please don’t hesitate to call me.”

“Now I’m going upstairs and take a nap with my darling hubby. He’ll like that.”

The rain had let up and I went out to the pool and started to swim laps at some serious pace. By the time had done 30 of them I was winded. Well once the deal on the company closed I could devote more time on exercise and get into better shape.

Using the outside shower I rinsed off the chlorine water, dried myself and went inside to watch a ball game. I must have dosed off because suddenly there were noises coming from upstairs. It took me a second or so to realize that it was Marge going orgasmic. I guess Petey was well enough to serve his mistress.

Maybe an hour later she called from the head of the stairs.

“Terry where do you guys keep clean sheets and stuff. Petey can help me change them and then we’ll get out of your hair. We’ve used your hospitality long enough.”

I went upstairs and rather than Marge and Petey it was Marge and I who changed the sheets.

After that they were ready to go home.

“Terry thank you for not only letting us stay but also for opening up my eyes to a couple of issues. Please feel free to call me any time and if you have any other bright ideas that can improve my relationship with the love of my life, please let me know.”

We hugged and they left.

It felt strange, there I was alone again.

Is that what I’m in for if Clarissa and I split, alone and lost?

Clarissa

I was sitting in first class with Roger on our way to Miami for a vacation. Coming to think of it, it was the very first time I ever went on an actual vacation without Terry. For a fleeting moment I was sad and then I remembered last night and this morning.

Oh how I was pissed at Terry, the nerve of the guy. First last night after sissy Petey went into full drama mode when Renee tapped his useless balls with her cane. Throwing my friends out and insisting on cleaning up first. I would have left everything but Roger insisted that we had to. We had made a deal with Terry and cleaning up after ourselves was part of that.

Then cooking breakfast for that slut Marge and her sissy hubby but refusing ME, his Goddess and wife. I’ll show him. The ice age has just descended on him.

Then he had the nerve this morning to tell me I better be available for that stupid charity ball his “girl friend” Julie is organizing. Why did he have to volunteer to chair it. Well, to be fair he’s chaired it for the last three years and each year the turnout and donations have been better than the previous year.

Now I have to cut my vacation short. Funny, I do believe him when he said that we are done if I don’t show up and make nice but he’s gonna pay for that. Just wait Terry ‘til I have you tied up to your bed. I’ll gag you with My sopping wet panties and then I’m going to hurt you. Ask Petey what I’m capable off.

I must have smiled thinking about him suffering.

“Hey Clarissa, what are you smiling about. Until a few moments ago you had ‘storm clouds’ on your face and suddenly there was ‘sunshine’. What’s going in that pretty head of yours?”

“Oh nothing. Just thinking of how I will make Terry pay for the way he treated us last night and this morning.”

“Clarissa, I sure hope you won’t try anything stupid. Terry is NO Petey and will never stand for any form of treatment like that. You can lose everything if you try. I’ve known a few cucks like him. They give their wives just enough rope. If they stay within the boundaries, all is good but step over the line and they’ll hang themselves.”

We both sat quiet after that.

“Roger, I better change my reservation at the airport as soon as we’ve landed. I do need to get home on Friday, not Sunday as originally planned. I forgot all about that stupid charity ball. But I did sign an agreement to be available for functions like that or any social engagement that is work related. I can’t back out of that. You heard him.”

I chuckled to myself – “too bad I can’t bring you as my date to that stupid ball.”

“Darn, I’m gonna have to take time out from fucking to go shopping for a dress.”

Shortly thereafter our plane landed and we were off to our hotel in South Beach after I changed my reservation to Friday morning.

By Wednesday morning I had Roger so worn out that there was no way he could get it up for at least four or five hours and I went shopping for a dress to wear on Saturday. I found a hot number with just the right amount of cleavage and lots of skin showing in the back making it clear to everyone that I was not wearing a bra. It looked hot, just shy of slutty. It was dark green, Terry’s favorite color besides that blue the beast is painted. The store promised to send it FEDEX overnight to our home so that I wouldn’t have to deal with packing it.

When I got back, Roger was on the phone talking. He waved at me, blew me a kiss and mouthed “talk to you shortly”.

Well, since he was sitting there naked, I decided to get him going and proceeded to work on his cock with my hands and mouth.

He made feeble attempt to push me away but gave up quickly because I was not having it.

I guess it was lucky for him that he hung up the phone just seconds before he came or the party on the other end would have heard some very interesting sound effects.

Oh Clarissa, how short sighted you seem to be.

Timmy this continues to be a classic.

Thanks

GH

Timmy,
I just got caught up. If Terry doesn't take advantage of all that he has lined up waiting for him, he is out of his mind! You are the writer and I am just along for the ride and what a ride it is. I just look forward for each segment.
JJ.

If I were terry I would be in two minds about letting her tie me up again after the scene in the hotel and the warning from petey. Seems he may be in for trouble. I'm amazed he lasts the three months to be honest. She seems uncaring.

Also the fact that she hasn't said a word about the company being sold. Surely she'd recognise that means big churn in hubby's mind.

All in all it's like watching a slow motion car crash with lots of great sex and emotional ups and downs. Thrilling and I still don't know what's round the next bend

Actually thinking about it one reamister while the story is so gripping. Protagonist we love and can root for. 'villain' who is sexy, who we want to like, who is flip flopping between villainy and her better side. We cheer her on wen she is good yet enjoy the story of the relapse when it happens.

GH, JJ and Mykey,

thanks for your comments, they are always appreciated and I'm glad you enjoy my efforts.

Prissy, if you are reading this story, I hope that you'll forgive me for borrowing your name for one of the characters.

“Clarissa, that was a very good friend of mine. We’ll be having dinner tonight with her and her husband. After dinner I’m going to go with Melody to their place and you get to keep Arnie, her husband. He’s another Petey so I’m sure you’ll have some fun. Follow his lead tomorrow. You’ll experience something very special. Since you’ve changed your flight to Friday morning, I won’t see you again until sometime next week back home.”

Later I was to find out while Arnold or Arnie was his given name, he was better known as Prissy.
I was pissed, but bit my tongue. Maybe having a whipping boy for the evening and all day tomorrow might be just what I need to work off some of my frustrations caused by Terry’s behavior. To tell the truth, I really could use the break from fucking. Well I almost did get my wish. But we did have a couple of hours to fill before we had to get dressed for dinner.

Dinner was at one of the upscale places in South Beach. We met Melody and her husband in the bar. She was a stunning former model, almost six feet tall without her heels while her hubby was a mousy little wimp. There was at least an ‘acre’ of cleavage. I wouldn't mind playing with those boobs. The way the moved under the fabric, they seemed all natural and hampered by any bra.

Besides a penetrating kiss Roger got a hug and a grope of his cock and balls before she started to pay attention to me.

“Come here darling give me a hug. Any fried of Roger’s is my friend. I’m happy to meet his main squeeze from up north.”

With that she pulled me towards her and kissed me full on the mouth, pushing her tongue into mine. This was hot but I was not all that sure about things. It confused me. However once she let me go I looked around a bit and there was plenty female – female as well as male-male kissing going on.

“Too bad you have to leave early, I was looking forward to play with both you and Roger here. It’s been a while that he’s been down here so I’m going to steal him from you. I have need for his special talents.”

“He tells me that you sometimes enjoy dominating and tormenting some helpless male so in return you can have my husband over there.

“Prissy, come and greet Mistress Clarissa.”

I was stunned when that little man dropped down to his knees and kissed both my feet before getting up and backing away again. His eyes never lifted higher than my knees.

“Clarissa, there is nothing that you can’t do to him short of ripping off his little balls and dick. Here take this, I temporarily transfer ownership of my slave to you.”

With that she took a golden chain off and placed it around my neck. On the end dangled a little gold key.

“Entirely up to you dear if you unlock his dick or not. I usually only do it so that he’ll feel the penis whip. He has a bag in the trunk with toys for you to use on him.”

At that point the maître de showed up.

“Ma’am, your table is ready.”

“Prissy, you know where to go, I’ll buzz you when we are ready to leave.”

“Yes Mistress.”

I looked questioning at both Melody and Roger.

“They a have a little room in the back where they serve burgers and hot dogs for drivers or wimps like my hubby. Can’t have him starving. He’ll need his energy later when you start to work him over.”

Dinner was incredible and the conversation was good too. It seems that Prissy made a bundle in oil and the stock market and now Melody controls every penny. Judging from the way she was talking about him, he’s just an ATM and whipping boy for her. I thought Marge was rough on Petey but this lady is ten times worth. My panties were getting wet just thinking of what I could do to that wimp without any repercussions. It seems that Melody didn’t care what I did to him.

Finally we were done and it was time to leave.

Handing me a kind of remote control Melody said “push that red button. It will send an electric shock into his balls and send him out to get the car for you. You can use it any time, just don’t while he’s driving.”

We all laughed at that.

“In the bag are a couple of very effective gags. You may want to use them so you don’t upset other guests at the hotel.”

We hugged and said our good byes.

“Clarissa I’ll talk to you when I get back next week. I might stay a few days longer. There are couple of customers that can see while down here.”

When I got to the front door, I spotted Prissy holding the door open of big SUV. I got in the passenger seat and couldn’t help myself. I had to see what happened when I pushed the button. Prissy was just ready get behind the wheel when I pushed it and he jumped, grabbing his balls and moaning.

Fun.

I’m gonna play with that some more as soon as we get back to the hotel.

He dropped me off at the front before parking the car. I had given him my room number and five minutes to show up. Early or late would be punished with more pushes to the remote.

There was the knock on the door. I looked at my watch – one minute and ten seconds late. Let the fun begin.

As soon as Prissy stepped through the open door, I slapped his face hard with my best tennis trained forehand and backhand.

“You are late, exactly one minute and 10 seconds.”

“Mistress…”

“Shut up, do not speak. I don’t want to hear a single word from you for now. Strip and get down on your knees. That door sill by the entrance to the bath room should do nicely. Adding a little discomfort.”

With that I walked passed him into the bedroom of the suite to strip and put on a filmy robe. One that always drove Terry nuts. Why was I thinking of him when I was about to start tormenting a hapless wimp and masochist?

Never mind all that and I strode back out. I was a bit shocked as I looked at Prissy. Clearly he had suffered some serious whipping there were scars all over his back and his ass had deep purple bruises and cuts from a recent caning. How anyone could be such a masochist to absorb all that punishment went beyond my understanding. This was way worse than anything Petey went through. Roger was right about that.

I guess I’ll get a real chance to find out how much of a sadist I can or better want to be. Melody had said that there would be no limits short of ripping his balls off.

“First your punishment for being late. Each fifteen seconds or part of that warrants one blast to your balls. Get ready.”

I pressed the button five times, giving Prissy a chance in between to get back into position. Each push of the button lasted just a bit longer and on the last one Prissy tried to eat his fist to keep from crying out to loud.

“So where are the toys? Why aren’t they laid out for ME?”

Of course he forgot and tried to say something which resulted in another shock to his balls.

I just shook my head and he headed off on all fours to find the bag of toys and lay them out on the coffee table in the living room.

Nice stuff. An assortment of gags, strap on cocks, paddles and a cane that came in two parts and went together like a fishing rod. Hmm, looking forward to using that one. And then he pulled it out, clearly reluctantly. Yes on the bottom of that bag was a humbler just like the one Marge used on Petey on Saturday. Oh what fun.

But first I had to make sure that Prissy wasn’t getting to noisy so I selected an inflatable gag. It was different from what I had seen before. There was the part that went inside the mouth but then were was hard plastic piece maybe three or four inches long that stayed outside. I looked puzzled ‘til Prissy picked up one of the dildos and attached it to the gag. Great, I could fuck myself on Prissy’s face. Hmm, I like that. Maybe if things work out the way I want to with Terry, I’ll get one for us.

I shoved the gag into his mouth and secured the strap behind his head before pumping it up. It was clear that he was suffering from the pressure but he was still able to breath, at least ‘til I playfully pinched his nose shut.

I loved that panic stricken face. I’m sure he could have knocked my hand away but he didn’t dare.


What followed was a sadistic orgy including riding myself to several orgasms on Prissy’s face with the dildo attached to his gag.

I was tired, so I released the air from the gag but did not take it off. In another act of ‘kindness’ I removed the humbler before pointing at a corner of the room. Obediently Prissy crawled over there and curled into a *** position as I closed the door to the bedroom. Took a short shower and went to relax.

I was soundly arelax but slowly it started to penetrate to my still groggy brain. Some one was sucking on my toes. Terry? Is Terry here?

Then I was fully awake and kicked that face away with my other foot.

It wasn’t Terry, it was Prissy.

“How dare you? I did not give you permission to remove the gag.”

I groped at the nightstand and picked up what I thought was the remote to shock his balls except that the TV came on.

I had left it in the other room.

“OK, what you want?”

“Mistress, please tell me what you would like for breakfast so that I can order it. I’m so very sorry, but I need to go to the office for a few hours. Some crisis. Please forgive me, I beg you.”

“Oh OK, one egg over easy, sour dough toast, orange juice, coffee and some fresh fruit.”

“Yes Mistress immediately. May I have your permission to get dressed?”

For a moment, I toyed with the idea of saying no but then just nodded before heading into the bathroom.

I was wearing again that filmy robe – who ever was going to bring breakfast was going to get an eye full.

There was the knock and Prissy answered the door. A very handsome black fellow rolled in the cart with my breakfast. I had to giggle as his eyes opened wide at the array of toys that still were on the coffee table and then he spotted me.

“Good morning Ma’am. Your breakfast.”

He got the message, that I was in charge around here.

“Please put my breakfast on the desk over there. I’ll sit and eat there.”

He had a hard time not looking at me and I made sure to stay in his field of vision as he set out the breakfast form.

“Ma’am, may I pour the coffee?”

“No thank you, I’ll have my slave to that in a bit after I had the juice and fruit.”

“Prissy, tip the nice man. I think fifty dollars is proper, don’t you think so?”

“Ye..., yes Mistress, of course.”

By that time I stood in front of the boy, that is what he was, maybe twenty, twenty two at the most.

Looking at his name tag “tell me Reggie, when do you get off? I might need some help later on this afternoon.”

“Ma’am, three o’clock is when my shift ends.”

He had a delightful island accent. Not sure from where, maybe Barbados.

“How about if you look for me at that time down by the pool. I’m sure I’ll need some help with my sun tan lotion.”

“Yes Ma’am, I’ll be there. May I suggest that you speak to Mike, the pool manager. He assigns the cabanas. A fifty will secure one away from the crowd.”

“I like that idea. Thank you for mentioning that. I’ll see you shortly after three.”

“Prissy, you heard the man. Before you head to the office make sure you speak to Mike and arrange for the cabana. I won’t need you ‘til say dinner at eight. Will that give us enough time for the entertainment your Mistress mentioned?”

“Yes Mistress, that will be fine.”

“OK then get lost.”

I took a shower and then went to the hotel spa and had them pamper me. After a light lunch I headed out to the pool in search of Mike.

“Yes Ma’am, Mr. Arnie arranged for a cabana for you. The one way back by the deep end of the pool. It should pretty quiet back there. This pool is for adults only and since it is a convention hotel it usually doesn’t get real busy until shortly after five. Enjoy your stay.”

It was a lovely day and at one point I called Mike over to help with some suntan lotion. I just couldn’t resist teasing him – give him a treat.

I had already unhooked the top so when he showed up it fell down and he got a good look at my naked boobs before I turned over so he could put lotion on my back. He had nice “tent” but I was sure that Reggie had more to offer.

I wasn’t wrong. He showed up just a couple of minutes after three.

“Hello Reggie, Mike just did my back but now my front needs some attention.”

“Yes Ma’am, why don’t we move inside the cabana and I’ll take care of all your needs.”

Reggie had firm but surprisingly soft hands as he pretended to put lotion on my boobs. Damn the felt good and soon his fingers were caressing my pussy.

“Reggie, those Speedos must be uncomfortable, why don’t I do something about that bulge.”

“Ma’am, are you sure you want to? See once a lady has gotten hold of my equipment, they are ruined forever for any white guy. So I think it’s only fair to warn you. I’m sure you are not relaxing with that little runt that was there this morning. My guess, you have some real cock on the side. But I doubt that they will measure up.”

“Cheeky bastard aren’t you Reggie?”

“I’ve been told that but that doesn’t seem to change the facts.”

“Well let’s see what you got. Now I’m really curious.”

He stood close to me and I pulled down his Speedos with some effort.

I let out an involuntary gasp.

“Told you Ma’am”.

He had a big grin on his face and the pearly white teeth “lit up” the inside of the cabana.

It wasn’t the length. I don’t think he was more than an inch if that much longer than either Roger or Terry – it was the girth. It was magnificent.

I had to have him. I grabbed his balls and pulled him towards me.

“Last chance Ma’am. If you do what I think you’ll do you’ll be lost to the white race for good.”

I thought to myself, he’s so full of crap.

I had a hard time getting my lips around his cock. And once inside my mouth it was almost like one of those inflatable gags I used on Prissy last night.

But I managed to get him off within a reamisterable time.

“Reggie, think we should continue this in my rooms. I’ll go up and take a quick shower. Why don’t you come up in 30 minutes and we can explore your theory further.”

Mmm she is a hot cookie. Would love to play with her, but not as a sub! Jeez no.

Great story! Just started reading a few weeks, and can't put it down.

It keeps getting better and better 😊

Mykey, Sub4wife and BumNote,

many thanks for your kind words.

From the moment Reggie walked through the door of the suite he took control of me. Roger has ways of doing that, but this was different. I’m not quite sure how – just different. There was different level of confidence. Roger's in part comes from his being a very successful business man and while not super rich he is up there. Reggie on the other hand was a waiter and provider of hot sex. Maybe some other things too but I was not about to ask him.

There clearly was something mesmerizing about him. Nothing I could put my finger on. He was just different. Maybe all it was a black guy with chip on his shoulder because ladies like me were anxious to get at his cock. Who knows.

There was little foreplay – no need, I was dripping wet in anticipation of that wonderful cock. I have to say, Reggie did go slow at first, let me get used to the feeling of having that fat “sausage” inside my pussy. I love getting fucked in all different ways, hard and fast like Roger or gentle and caring like Terry prefers. This was different, Reggie’s fucking was like a piece of classical music going from dolce to crescendo and back to dolce and few variations in between. I lost count of the number of orgasms after three and was as limp as dish rag when he finally came spraying what seemed to be quarts of cum into my face and on my breast.

“Too bad, the little man or your hubby isn’t around to lick it all up.”

“Just shut up Reggie and let me catch my breath. I’m gonna need a little more of that in a bit.”

We just stayed close to each other and the fingers of his one hand started to travel all over my body, from my clit to my cum covered breasts.

Scooping up some of it, he fed to me. I don’t know what it was, there was something so hot about this whole thing and at the same time I felt like a depraved tramp – but very happy tramp.

Soon I was down between his legs and started licking and sucking on that wonderful cock of his.

After another round I managed to send him packing so that I could get myself cleaned up for the dinner with Prissy and whatever he had in store for me after that.

During dinner Prissy kept rambling about all sorts of things but my mind was on that very special cock that Reggie was “packing”. I was almost tempted to dump Prissy and have Reggie come back to the hotel.

We pulled up to an old industrial building with bricked over loading doors and windows except for on roll up door and a regular door besides it. The lighting around the building was poor and I couldn’t make out much of what was around.

Then I spotted in the moon light what looked like a penthouse and a roof garden. Obviously additions. There lights inside the penthouse.

“Wait Prissy, what is this place?

“Mistress Clarissa this a very private and very exclusive BDSM and sex club. My Mistress is one of the founders together with Mistress Belle DeJour. They started this place five years ago.”

“So what does it take to get in? To become a member?”

“Money and sponsorship from at least two regular members or one of the ten charter members. Applicants sponsored only by regular members can be rejected by the charter members who are also the board of directors of the corporation. Sponsorship by a charter member is an automatic in as long as the financials are there.”

“So how much?”

“For Ladies, 10,000 Dollars initiation and 25,000 Dollars a year. That gets you ten evenings and nights starting at 9 PM and you have to be out by noon the next day. They can purchase additional nights at 3,000 Dollars.”

“You said for ladies.”

“Yes for dominant males it is twice as much.”

“What about submissives?”

“That depends. There are house slaves that actually get paid once their contract runs out and then there are member submissives that are single and looking for some play time. They are associate members and pay a onetime fee of 5,000 dollars but have to serve at least one night a month.”

“Wow. What about the lights up on top?”

“That is where Mistress Belle lives with her house slaves. Only charter members are ever invited up there.”

“Tonight you are the guest of my Mistress. May I please drive up so we can get inside?”

“Yeah, go ahead.”

Prissy pressed a button and a strange sounding horn bleeped. Shortly thereafter the roll-up door opened and we drove inside. Wow, on one side there was a very ornate door and on the other clearly a multistory parking garage.

The door opened and a large naked black guy came out with his huge cock in a polished steel CB to open my car door after he knelt on the concrete floor.

Prissy came around.

“Mistress, please follow me and do what I ask. It’s important. Please.”

“OK Prissy, don’t worry.”

As soon as we stepped through the door, Prissy got on his hands and knees.

“Please Mistress, sit on my back so that I can take you to Mistress Belle’s office and introduce you.”

I thought, OK your funeral. Gonna ruin the pants on that thousand bucks suit of yours.

Prissy carried me around a corner and down a hallway where a white guy, about the same size like the black one outside stood in the same attire except that his CB was either highly polished brass or maybe gold plated.

Prissy was huffing and puffing by then.

“Mistress Clarissa to see Mistress Belle.”

“Good evening Mistress, please wait here for a second. Slave go back to the entrance. Slave X has instructions for you.”

I got off Prissy and the guy pressed some button and the door in front of us opened.

“Please Mistress go inside. Enjoy your stay.”

I walked into a regular office setting, well maybe a bit more feminine than a regular office for a CEO. No that is not right. There were some antiques and overstuffed chairs in addition to the desk and a whole wall full of TV monitors. Other than the monitors, the place looked like I would imagine a Victorian study in one of those New Port mansions the Carnegies, Morgans or VanderBilts.

A lady in her seventies approached me.

“Welcome dear, I’m Belle. Any of Melody’s friends is welcome here. Please have a seat. Something to take?”

“No thank you, not right now. I’m trying to take this all in.”

Belle laughed – “yes, it can be a bit overwhelming for the first time visitor. This is a very unique place.”

“I’ll have some one show you around but first I want to chat with you a bit. I understand that you’ve dabred in some D/s games with your husband and now have hit a snag.”

“Don’t look so shocked. I have a very inquisitive mind when it comes to guests. Roger filled us in after you planned this trip. Yes he is a member here. A special class probably not mentioned by Prissy when you asked him about this place.”

“How do you know?”

“His car is bugged. Melody has him on very tight reign but he doesn’t know about the bug. If the car is within a couple of hundred yards from here, we can listen in. Otherwise it gets taped and Melody checks them on a regular basis.”

“But you are here to play and have a good time. So let explain a bit of what we offer.”

“We have both female and male slaves here. All of them are extremely masochistic but we ask to try to restrain yourself to the point of not creating big open cuts with canes or whips.” Accidents can happen. So don’t worry too much about it. All of the slaves will be available for sexual services of any kind. The males have CB’s but the bar tenders have access to the keys if you desire to have one unlocked. We also have a number studs here. Their primary purpose of course is to provide any form of sexual gratification. They don’t have CB’s but wear a leather pouch for their privates. There are public rooms with bondage toys of any form or shape you can imagine. Chose one of those spots to play and you may find some voyeurs watching you. There are also private rooms with different bondage themes. But your tour guide with explain all of those.”

“I understand that you have a late morning flight and assume that you want to go back to the hotel at some point. Just let one of the bar tenders know and they’ll get you back there. Prissy is needed by his owner tonight so we sent him back.”

“Now dear, tell me. Any questions?”

I just shook my head.

Belle smiled.

“Would you like a female or male slave as your initial tour guide through the facility. You can change at any time.”

“I think I would like to start out with a female. I would like to try being the Domme in a lesbian affair. The few I’ve had have always been the other way around.”

“Splendid.”

Belle pressed a button and seconds later a stunning blonde with large but natural breasts came into the office bowing deeply.

“Ah there you are Violet. This is Mistress Clarissa. I want you to first give her the tour and then do whatever she demands of you.”

“Yes Mistress Belle.”

“Mistress Clarissa please follow me.”

“Enjoy yourself dear. Perhaps I will see you later but don’t count on it.”

We walked down a long hallway to another door guarded by a big naked guy sporting a CB. He held the door open for us.

I looked at what must have been a factory floor. Not sure if they were original but now the floor was highly polished hardwood. There were various dividers set up around bondage furniture. All them large enough to allow space not only for the “players” but also a certain number of voyeurs. Towards one end was a bar and that is where Violet was leading me.

“Charlie, this is Mistress Clarissa a guest of Mistress Melody and Belle.”

“Ma’am welcome, what can I get you?”

“A glass of…, No make that a Mimosa and a bowl with some ice please.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

After the introduction, Violet had settled at my feet, sitting on the floor, her head close to my feet.

“Violet, stand up. I want to look at you. See if you are what I’m looking for tonight.”

Violet took up what I thought was the standard position in front of a Domme. Legs slightly spread and hands on top of her head.

She was a beauty, not really slender but curves to die for. In Belle’s office I had thought that her breasts were natural but closer inspection right in front of me showed that they were “aftermarket” but must have been naturally large even before the enhancement because it looked almost natural. Only the thin scars around her nipples gave away the secret. My guess she was now at least a DD if not a bit larger. Her hips maybe 38 inches and waist miniscule. Top all this off with long blond hair like corn silk and she was hot. I wanted her.

Caressing her nipples gave an instant response and when I started to pull and twist Violet responded with soft moans. By that time the bowl of ice had appeared. I grabbed one piece and while one hand worked her breast over, the other with the ice went for her clit.

That resulted in a light jump and a yelp.

“Quiet slut or I’ll have to punish you. Spread your legs more.”

It did not take long and I had her shaking from all the torment as I continued playing with ice on her pussy and anus.

The only break Violet got was when I either sipped on my take or needed a new piece of ice.

Eventually I got tired of the game.

“Let’s go slave, show me the rest of the place.

By this time quite a few more people had come, some milling around, others in quiet conversations with submissives at their feet.

In one of those partially partitioned spaces a woman was whipping some poor sap without mercy. Clearly he was reding from some of the cuts.

“I thought this was not allowed. What’s going on here?”

“Mistress Clarissa, this lady is punishing her own permisteral slave – her ex husband. After the divorce he got into trouble with the law and she bailed him out – the price, total slavery for five years. She’s here every two weeks whipping him like this. I think by now he would have preferred the 10 to 15 years in primister. She has toned down her whipping some after he once needed to be transported in an ambulance back to her home. She was told in no uncertain terms by the board of directors, that if it happened again, she would lose her membership and possibly face criminal charges herself.”

“Why do it here and not in the privacy of her home?”

“She likes it when people watch her. I they start drifting away, she’ll stop and rests ‘til there is a new crowd.”

“She gives me the creeps.”

We wandered around some more watched at different stations. It was interesting. I thought I would be turned on since I got hot watching Marge with Petey but this was different. I don’t know almost clinical. There seemed no emotion in either participants.

“Let’s go find a private spot. I want to play some more with you. See how good a pussy eater you are.”

Melody took me one floor up where there were many doors to either side of a long hallway, like in hotel. There was a male slave stationed on either end.

“Are they here to prevent trouble?”

“No, when people are done and leave a room, they go in and clean up, change linens and towels.”

Melody led me into one of the rooms where the door was partially open, a sign that it was ready for use.

There was a king size bed in the middle, some fixtures on the walls to secure a permister in different positions and a spanking bench in one corner.

There also was a table with an assortment of strap-on cocks, lubricants and condoms and several different crops and paddles hung on the wall above it.

“Come, take my clothes off.”

Once I was naked, a grabbed a crop of the wall and positioned myself in the center of the bed.

“Get busy slut and better do a good job, I won’t hesitate to use this for motivation”, slapping the crop a couple of times on the bed.

I had a good time with Melody and the first time I thought of Terry was when I fucked both her pussy and ass with the strap-on cock. Yeah, that would be nice if I could do that from time to time with Terry, have him first suck my "cock" and then fuck his ass.

I don’t know, I must have dozed off a bit when I woke up because Melody was back working on my pussy.

I looked at my watch. It was almost three AM. Time to head back to my hotel.

“Enough, help me with a shower and then I want to go back to my hotel.”

On the plane going home I thought about these last days. It was in some ways surreal. First the all the hot sex with Roger, than having Prissy to torment followed by even hotter sex with Reggie and ending up at that super secret BDSM club. Damn if Reggie wasn’t right. I need to figure out a way to get him again one day.

Did I get a better idea of what I wanted for myself? Not really. Yes I enjoyed having virtually total power of Prissy but then the cruel display at the club turned me off.

I enjoyed playing with Melody. Maybe I need to find myself a submissive lesbian toy for an occasional switch from the studs.

But what about Terry? What did I really want. While fun, I don’t think I want to turn him into a doormat like Petey or Prissy. On the other hand once in a while really letting my sadistic side rule would be very enjoyable. But how to get him there? Sex for pain? I don’t know if that would work with him.

I was not looking forward to the conversation this evening at home. I guess I see what he has to say, clearly he is not happy with me right now. Play it by ear. Be really a good wife tomorrow at that boring affair at the club.

We shall see, with that thought I dozed off until the announcement to fasten seat belts and put trays into an upright position.

I wound up taking a cab since I had forgotten to change the limo when I changed my return trip.

The house was empty. I assumed that Terry was at the office so I messed around, unpacking and stuff. On my bed was the box from the store in South Beach. So I opened it and hung the dress up. It was the kind of fabric that did not need ironing especially since they had packed in some special way to avoid wrinkles.

By seven I was getting anxious and also hungry, so I found something to eat in the fridge, grabbed a glass of wine and settled in the living room with a stack of mail. Mostly junk addressed to me.

Terry

I walked into the house at eight. When I came towards the living room Clarissa jumped and was heading towards, clearly ready to hug and kiss.

Something in my face must have stopped her.

“Hi babe, I had hoped that you would be home in time to have dinner together but then I remember that you had said something about eight.”

“Hi, you look good. I see you got some sun. How about we sit at the kitchen table. Would you like me to get you a refill on your wine.”

“No thanks, I’m good. Still got a bit. I thought we should sit here but the kitchen table is OK if that what you want.”

Clarissa did look good. She wore one of my old button down shirts and some sort of “boy shorts”. When she walked, it was clear that there was no bra. This was not an unusual outfit for her after work. The one thing different was an old tie of mine used as a belt accenting her waist and hips.

I grabbed a beer and we settled across from each other at the table.

“Clarissa, I’m using a safe word. I’m not saying that I’m calling the whole thing off but I expect some major changes. You run of with one of your fuck buddies on vacation, never even talking about it with me. This is the first vacation ever that you’ve taken without me. That really hurt. One of my friends gets hurt during your silly games and you have an attitude. You’ve broken just about every agreement we made about this cuckolds brownie. I’ve had enough. I hope you are ready to put a good face on our marriage tomorrow at the ball or I’m afraid we are done.”

“I’m tired. We are not playing golf tomorrow so in the morning you can tell me what you are willing to do to save our marriage. Like I said I had enough.”

“Have a good night.”

With that I got up and left for my rooms.

Clarissa

I was stunned, Terry almost shouted at me the whole time. He had some points but there was no need to yell like that. And not giving me a chance to respond. I had been ready to apologize about the vacation trip and the way I handled it. He never gave me a chance.

Damn, what do I do now?

Eventually I tried to talk to Terry but the door to his rooms was locked and he did not respond to my knocking.

This is not how things were supposed to go. He was supposed to become a willing cuckold. Accept my ‘slutting’ around and suffer all emotional highs and lows a cuckold is supposed to feel according to what I read and what my friends had told me about their relationships. I wanted him naked or maybe even wearing panties like Petey did when were alone in the house. I had counted on hours of hours of oral service while teasing and taunting Terry, driving him crazy with sexual frustration. It all didn’t work out that way. Did I really misread him that much?

Frustrated I went to bed and some restless relax with lots of tossing and turning.

In the morning over the breakfast table I started to respond to his charges from last night and soon we were actually yelling at each other. Something that had never happened before. Yes we had disagreement, fights if you want to call them that but they never got loud.

Eventually we didn’t resolve much and decided on a truth. To continue the discussion after the dance. The dance was very important to Terry. He chairing it and he counted on my being there. So pissed as I was, I put on the good wife act.

I did enjoy the look on Terry’s face when I came down in the new dress that I had bought in Florida.

He made me smile when he said – “Princess you look stunning. You’ll be the Belle of the ball. All others will pale in comparimister to you”.

Anyway, so there we were at this fancy bash with about 200 of the wealthiest and most influential citizens of the city and surrounding counties with aim of raising a ton of money for an expansion of the libraries in each county and the city as well as putting the struggling science museum on a more solid financial footing.

Sitting at a table with some friends I was approached by a “dream boat” of a guy about the same age as Terry, 6 foot 4 inches and maybe 200 or 210 lbs with not a single ounce of fat on him.

“Good evening Mrs. Wilkinmister, may I have the honor of the next dance?”

I looked around for Terry but could not see him.

“My name is Jamister Dixon and I know Terry from back in high school, I'm sure he won't mind.”

I was intrigued, Terry never talked much about his years in high school. I just knew that he had graduated with honors and had gotten a free ride at State.

So I went with Jamister Dixon. The guy was good. Just the right occasional close contact letting me know that there was a “package” under that tux.

The set had ended and I spotted Terry heading towards us.

“Jamister, there is Terry, let's go and meet him. Have a take together and you guys can bore me to death with stories about your years in high school.”

“Yes let's. I'm sure looking forward to this.”

We had reached Terry and a brief frown flashed over his face when he realized who was with me.

“Hello little man.”

Now I saw an angry look pass over Terry.

“I was just about to tell your absolutely gorgeous wife how I took every one of your girl friends away from you in high school and aim to do it again tonight.”

Now I was getting intrigued and a bit pissed off at the same time. How dare the guy to assume that I would just fall into bed with him. But the comment about taking girls away from Terry got me all hot. Was this the opportunity for the ultimate offense of my darling hubby or would he break?

Well I found out in a hurry.

“Never again” I was so shocked when I heard Terry say those words. It was the ultimate safe word, the one that would end it all. For sure the game but maybe even more.

I looked at Terry as he looked at me seeing the expression of surprise on my face. Again something unidentifiable flashed across his face.

“Please excuse us Jamister but Terry and I need a moment to talk.”

I tried to pull Terry away as I felt Jamister's hand on my arm.

“Not so quick, Clarissa, first hear my offer”. With that he pulled and envelop out of his pocket.

“Here is a check for one hundred thousand dollars to be split equally between the counties and the city if you go with me to my hotel and spend the night. But that may be a bit awkward at this time for the two of you. So maybe you better invited Me to your home for the night. Heck, you just might extend the invitation indefinitely once you've spend the first night”

What an ass but at the same time my pussy was flooding – the sheer arrogance of this guy. Did he have what it took to back up his bravado.

I barely heard Terry growl “not this time – NOT ever again”.

There it was again the safe word. We needed to talk right now.

“Jamister let go of me, I'll get back to you.”

With that I shook his hand off, grabbed Terry's and walked away to find a quiet corner to talk.

“Terry, what is going on? You used the safe word to end everything. You better have a very good reamister. Talk to me right now or I'll go back in there and tell that jerk that I’ll take his money and go with him. Not to our home but to some of those hotels out by the airport. Yes he is a jerk but damn if I don't want to fuck him.”

“Clarissa, it is only now that I realize that I used our safe word. At the time it was not meant as such. I truly meant that never again he will take from ME what is Mine.”

“Terry, you better explain that.”

“No Clarissa, now is not the time or place. Maybe one day I will, just not right now.”

“However, let me make it absolutely clear to you that if you do go and relax with that jerk it will be the end. Not only of the game but the end of our marriage. As soon as I find out that you have slept with him, I'll file for divorce. No discussions, not any form counseling or other attempts of reconciling and rescuing our marriage. It will be OVER.”

I was stunned. How dare he – my cuckold husband – dictate terms to his Goddess? But when I looked into his eyes, I saw something I had never seen there before. Not the love for me nor the pain of offense and suffering when I flaunted my most recent exploit with one of my play mates, no it was something that I couldn't define, something very, very dark and scary.

I pulled Terry towards me.

“OK baby, you will have to explain that to me – not tonight but very soon. So let's just try to slip out of here and go home.”

We did manage to escape by enlisting the aid of one of my girlfriends who passed us on the way back to the ball room from the rest rooms by getting her to grab my purse from our table and bring it to us.

By the time that Jamister realized that we were leaving it was too late. I did see him on the top of the steps as the valet closed the door to our car and we took off.

Timmy,
I was away on holiday and I've only just caught up from last week as well as this.

I am glad that you have revealed more of Clarissa's split permisterality at last. Its good to see that she sees some barriers to her behavoir, albeit ones way beyond what Terry might accept. I'm sure you have a role for Belle soon to. Advice, I'm sure.

You remain clever in maintaining the edge here of what is believable, given your opening, whilst still surprising us with developments. I don't know who else who could do that and sustain it as you have. Very well done. I really can't wait to see what happens next.

Timmy,
To say it is outstanding would be an understatement. While I am sure Jamister is not gone and the challenge is in play, Terry did grow a set and Clarissa is a lot less sure of what she wants and expects. Your characters take on real life images. This is truly a great story. I can’t wait for the next chapters. I was away for a couple of weeks and it was a pleasure to read several chapters at one time. Thanks for sharing your talent with us.
JJ.

Timmy

Just caught up. Love the newest segments. The excellence continues.

GH

Brilliant once again.

Timmy What a nice twist The appearance of the husbands arch revelry and a wife selfish desire to humiliated and make her husband a submissive. Will she risk her marriage in getting the rivalry to help make hubby a submissive

Peak, thanks I hope you had a great vacation.

JJ, GH, BumNote and Blazer thanks for your kind words.

Here is another segment. It may be while before I'll have another one. Family and model train obligations.

When we got home, I wanted to talk but Terry wasn’t having any of that.

“I’m sorry, right now I need to think. I also need to call Julie and apologize for bailing on her. Please understand. This was more upsetting than anything you’ve done. This time, at least not yet, it was not your doing. I promise we can sit down in the morning and talk. I’m not sure how much I’ll talk about the asshole from tonight but I promise you that I will listen as long as you are willing to do the same. I can’t take much more of this and we need to find some answers.”

Terry

We hugged each other briefly and I went off to my quarters while Clarissa headed for our bedroom.

I called Julie and luck would have it that she answered. I briefly explained what had happened and apologized for bailing on her.

“Pet, I understand. I would have done the same in your situation. You know, I’m going to get to the bottom of this. I’ll have some of my people work on why he is here and how he got a ticket. Stuff like that. I’ll let you know what we find out. Take care. I hope you can work things out with Clarissa. I’m rooting for you but I have a sneaky suspicion that Liza is not. She wants you even though she knows that I’ll hurt you really bad after that. She’s getting horny for a cock.”

Anyway, have a good night’s relax if you can. I’ll talk to you soon.

Yes why, why was this asshole here – My worst nightmare might be becoming true. I swear if Clarissa and…

It will be over for us.

I tried to formulate a thought pattern for our conversation in the morning, but did not get very far. Eventually I fell into troubles relax with dream of Jamister beating my ass in front of Clarissa like he did so many years ago in front of every girl that showed the slightest interest in me. Me the skinny geek. Well I was no longer skinny and felt that in a fight I now could take “cuckolds brownie for brains” but that really wouldn’t solve anything.

I woke up in the morning from the smell of some strong fresh coffee. As my eyes slowly opened and started to focus I saw a naked, well not completely naked Clarissa holding a steaming cup of coffee.

“Good morning babe. I hope you had a good night relax. Where would you like me to put your coffee.”

Oh how much I loved that girl at that moment. She was standing there with her glorious body covered by that light purple filmy thing that was part of a lingerie set she said was only for me to see.

So why is it that I always feel Clarissa has an agenda that I’m not aware of. Something that she wants from me that I don’t want to give her. Is this another attempt to lure me deeper into a submissive role or is it a genuine effort to make up for some of her behavior. I just don’t know.

Handing me the coffee, since I hadn’t answered her, “here babe, have a couple of sips. Maybe than you can focus a bit better”.

“Thank you Princess, this is a nice surprise.”

I got a big smile for the princess part.

“Why don’t the two of us hop into the shower over by our room. I can check on your cock. Make sure there are no abrasions and give it a good cleaning before locking it back up. Just think how time is flying. Next weekend is the first time that I could elect to unlock you under our agreement and have let you have some fun. Of course, I could also wait to the last minute, two weeks later.”

I just smiled at her.

“Princess may I finish my coffee first?”

That confused her – the question and even a hint of a submissive tone. Now I had her wondering. Good. I can play mind games too.

“But of course babe – take your time. I’ll be in our room getting towels for you and get the key.”

So I finished my coffee and slowly made my way over to what at least in my mind used to be our bedroom. I know in her mind, it’s Clarissa’s room now. Every time she talks about it, there is that split second of hesitation. But ever since I called her on it some time ago, she’s managed.

“Ah there you are. Why don’t you go ahead and wash your hair. Let me know when you’re done with that and then we can start on each other. You know how I love it when you wash my hair.”

This was actually nice even though my dick stress tested the CB the whole time. There wasn’t a body part that I wasn’t allowed to touch and there was kissing and hugging. Almost like the good old days if it hadn’t been for the blasted CB.

I don’t know if she did it on purpose or if it was an accident but I got some soap into my eyes so I really did not see what Clarissa was doing until I felt a blast of cold water hitting my dick and balls.

“OHHH! What the f…!”

“But babe, how else could I get the CB off with the way your cock is trying to push through the grid.”

We have a separate handheld shower head that also has separate temperature control and that is what the sneaky bitch used to shrink my dick.

“Now stop bitching and let me check this out good. I’ll even warm it up again.”

With that she took my whole dick into her mouth in one shot. In the past, she always had to work herself up to deep throating me. Must have had a lot of practice with someone besides me.

Needless to say there was a lot of teasing and playing with no chance of release. I did come close a couple of times but Clarissa must have sensed it cut it off by painfully squeezing both my balls and dick.

“No damage that I can see. Time to get you locked up again.”

Another rather painful squeeze and she managed to slip the CB back over my dick and lock it.

“There babe, wasn’t that fun?”

I think I had a sort of lopsided grin on my face because Clarissa giggled and then playfully started to bite my nipples.

“OK big boy, enough. I’m starving. I made coffee. Your turn to feed your Goddess.”

We dried each other and then I went down to the kitchen naked while Clarissa put that filmy thing back on. Damn, she sure looked sexy. I would hate to have to give this all up but I’m not going to turn into a Petey or even anything close that.

During breakfast we talked about the ball and wondered how much money it had raised. Both carefully skirted around the incident that made us leave early.

Clarissa didn’t volunteer any information about her trip. I knew she had gone to Florida because I spotted the ticket purchase to Miami when I checked our accounts on line. She has no idea that I can track her permisteral banking and credit card information and I’m not about to tell her.

A couple of times I was tempted to tell her that we had sold the company but then hesitated and did not do it. I would tell if she ever asked what the board meeting had been about but my guess with all her fucking around and other adventures, she completely forgot about it. That was totally OK with me.

Of course eventually I would have to tell her when I was no longer going to work on a regular basis. But there was time.

I didn’t want to spoil the pleasant mood at the time by starting the unfinished conversation. So I put on a pair of shorts and went out to the end of our drive to retrieve the Sunday paper.

We each grabbed a fresh cup of coffee and headed out to patio which by then had warmed up enough to be comfortable out there without an clothes on.

We divided the paper the usual way and started to read and comment to each other about things we found interesting. Oh how I had missed these Sunday mornings the last few weeks.

I was finished ready and thought about hopping into the pool for some laps when Clarissa piped up:

“Say darling, would you mind paying some attention to my pussy while I work on this cross word puzzle. I sure have missed that talented tongue of yours.”

I bit down a comment like, whose fault is that? And instead said

“Sure Princess, I would love to. Let me grab a pillow from inside.”

That got me a bit of a frown, I think she had hoped that I would ask for permission to get one based on my earlier demeanor. Not this time. Like I said, two of us can play mind games.

So there I sat giving her orgasm after orgasm, while occasionally taking a short break when she asked some question related to the puzzle. This all was part of our routine for most Sundays if we didn’t have some outing planned.

It was Clarissa that finally broke the spell.

“So babe, what was that all about last night? What is this guy Jamister to you and why did you get so upset? I know his asking to fuck me in exchange for a large donation was outside of our agreement about being discreet but I don’t think anyone heard what he was proposing or his comments to you when you came back from where ever your duties had led you."

"On the other hand I’m sure people must have noticed how upset you got and our hasty exit from the party.”

“Clarissa, I’m not going to elaborate. Let it suffice that he is a number A1 asshole and bully and yes we had many run-ins in high school. After that he moved away to the relief of 95 percent of the kids our age and younger. Having him show up here and having his dirty hands on you brought back some very painful memories. May be one day, but not now, I’ll talk to you about it. Maybe when you’re finished playing games and we have settled into some sort of normalcy, whatever that might be.”

“Please, please Clarissa my Princess, stay away from the bastard. I’m dead serious that if I find out that you’ve slept with him, we are finished. Even having contact with him will create more unneeded tension in our relationship. So please remember that. He is BAD news.”

“Speaking of our relationship, I suppose right now is just as good or bad time to continue our conversation from yesterday morning and Friday night.”

“I’ve been extremely unhappy. I miss the caring loving Clarissa I fell in love with so many years ago. You telling me that you love me – which by the way you haven’t for quite a while. Not even this morning. Telling me is no longer enough to reassure me. You haven’t shown me any for some time. You keep trying to push this Goddess thing and it won’t fly. Yes you are my Goddess, my Princess and my greatest love but not the way you are thinking of it right now. I’m not and never will be like Petey or even close to that. I grudgingly have accepted the cuckold BS but I don’t like it a bit and keep hoping that you get over it.”

“Unless you stop rubbing my nose into it and cut down on your outings with your fuck buddies and give me some more TLC, I only see trouble ahead for us.”

I could see her bristle after that last statement and cut her off.

“Clarissa, yes rubbing my nose into it. Maybe not the way you really would like to, like have me there all the time and even worse, clean your well fucked pussy. No not that way, but by having Roger here twice a week, maybe more. I don’t know what’s going on when I’m out of town. Your weekly fuck fest in our house. Leaving the mess you guys made the last time when Petey got hurt. Roger tried to do the right thing but you shut him down. Trying to get me to serve you breakfast. Every one of these steps puts a tiny brad into the coffin of our marriage. I’m getting worried that soon you’ll use nails rather than…”

Clarissa

I was stunned. I guess I had been somewhat delusional thinking that while not admitting to it, Terry really enjoyed what I had been doing.

Looks like I was wrong.

“I’m sorry Terry, I really thought that you were OK and just put up a front. Look babe, I truly love you and don’t want to wreck our marriage.”

“I now know that I don’t want a Petey. Yes it’s fun to really lace into some hapless guy. Let all my sadistic desires and feelings a free reign. But I sure don’t want a door mat.”

“Why don’t we try this for the time left in our trial arrangement.”

“I limit my time with Roger or some other guy to once a week when we have a party at our house and twice when not.”

“Hold up Terry. I let you talk, so please hear me out.”

“I know you’re not crazy about the parties and I pushed too hard. I also apologize for not cleaning up as agreed. So how about we have a party every other week and I make sure everything is back to where it was before we got started?”

“The rest of the time we are the loving couple we’ve always been minus the sex. Well your sex, not mine. If I give up cocks, then I want your tongue while I sit in my Goddess chair or any other place I find desirable. I would like you to resume doing my laundry and in general be, I don’t know how to put this, not subservient. That is too strong a word. But maybe you get the idea. Yes I would love to hear Goddess from you but if you have an issue with that, Princess is just fine.”

“While I’m thinking of it, I really want to thank you for a lovely morning. I guess that is what I had in mind. You were attentive to my needs and provided what I needed.”

“The only exception to the above will be when you are out of town. You know how much I need sex and if your tongue is not available, I’ll need cocks. Same goes for an extra party. If you’re not here, what’s the harm? So you need to be OK with that.”

“I promise, that I’ll stick by the rules of no man, other than you, in our bedroom.”

By that time I sat on his lap and placed some kisses on his lips in between sentences. I also played with his nipples which were always very responsive just like I could feel his cock twitch.

“So babe, can you live with that?”

“I think so. I want to give it a try. As you said, this morning was fun. I really missed that intimacy. I need it just like food and take.”

“Speaking of that, look at the time. Is my Princess hungry?”

“Not really but I could use something to take. Maybe some ice tea would be nice. I want to go for a swim. Come join me out there.”

As I walked over to the pool I thought, that went better than expected. Now I have to live up to this for a few weeks, maybe then I can ratchet things up a bit again. I do need a bit more presentation that this.

Timmy,
Slowly but surely, this is heading back on course. The thing is I think I'm wise to you now. Something outrageous is bound to happen soon. Just what has convinced Clarissa that this is all worth the risk? How long can Terry go and not see the truth? I can see a storm coming.

And I can't wait...

Enjoy the trains Timmy. See you in a while.

Thanks Peak. So you think you've got it figured out. I guess we'll have to wait and see.

Got some writing done Friday night in my hotel room so here it is. Not sure when the next segment will come since we are having family coming to visit for this week.

Roger got back on Wednesday so Thursday’s poker night was on. Friday Roger and I went out to dinner after work and later to our house but did not run into Terry. His car was in the garage, so he must have been up in this cuck cave or the duo picked him up.

Roger was gone by the time Terry got back from his golf game. I was pleased to note that based on the time, he didn’t have lunch with Julie or any of the other guys.

I was freshly showered and totally clean inside and out and sitting on the patio with some ice tea and a book. Yes Roger and I no longer use condoms. I haven't told Terry and won't either. If he ever decided to watch, Roger will wear one, at least at the beginning.

“Hey babe, had a good round?”

“Yes and no. I need to take more time for practice because Julie came within one stroke of beating me. After calculating the handicaps, she had me beat. You can’t imagine the ribbing I took from the two guys over that. They are really enjoying it after having to pay me off all these years.”

“I’m starved. What do we want to do about lunch?”

“Oh, I hadn’t thought about that, why don’t we see what we have in the fridge that we can throw into a salad of sorts.”

With that I finally got up and gave Terry a hug and some serious kisses.

Working together, we put a lunch together that we took back outside to eat.

Terry filled me in on what was going on with the two guys and their lives and I realized that we had stopped socializing with our friends. I got to wondering what they were thinking. I mean we had seen most of them at the dance last week but we used to have more regular get-togethers with them, either barbeques or at Walt’s dance studio. I better watch that.

“Babe, I just realized that we haven’t seen much of our friends lately. Clearly my fault. Why don’t we try to have a barbeque here next Saturday or see if we all can get together at Walt’s on Saturday night.”

“Can you set it up?”

“Sure, I think you are right, the might start wondering why we haven’t been around. I’ve made excuses for you when they asked. Telling them that work had been a ‘bear’ for you and that you had to travel much, making you too tired to go out or entertain at our home. But that only goes so far. Any one of the girls asked you about it at the dance?”

“No, but I think that Suzy was getting close to… But then we made that abrupt exit.”

We finished our lunch and Terry put the dirty dishes away.

“Princess, I’m going to soak in the spa for a bit. Got some sore muscles from the game, take a shower and then start your laundry if that’s OK with you.”

That’s just fine, maybe I join you in the spa and then do laps while you take your shower. After you’re done with the laundry I got another chore for you.”

“On another note, why don’t we go out to dinner and then go dancing at Walt’s tonight. You know tonight is the first night that you are eligible for release and relief. Who knows, lots of romance and TLC could just make me want to do that.”

Terry was practically drooling when I said that. The poor guy was in for a disappointment but I was going to have lots of fun teasing him and getting him really hot and horny.

Terry helped me with my bath and I put on that special Terry only lingerie and that dress I had gotten for the ball.

We had a really great time, Terry was relaxed and attentive during dinner and we really had fun hanging with our friends at the dance studio. They had finally gotten through all the red tape with Julie’s help and now had license to sell beer and wine. Their business was booming. It started to become a drawing point for the neighborhood just like Walt had envisioned.

Something puzzling happened while we took a break from dancing and sipped some wine at the bar where Walt was tending.

He started to say something about the company, but then suddenly changed tacks and talked about something entirely different. Thing is that I caught Terry shaking his head ever so slightly in the mirror behind the bar.

What was that all about. I’ll have to ask Terry later. I hope he’s not keeping secrets from me.

We closed the place up and went home to take a shower and go to bed.

I sat on our bed.

“Terry, I need some servicing before going to relax. Also, I want to relax with you.”

“Princess, you know how it goes. Unlock me and I’ll be the happiest guy in the world and gladly relax with you right here even if you won’t permit me to penetrate you. You know I’ll never power myself on you. Your other choice is to come with me to my room.”

“I’ll think about the unlocking part while you get me off a few times right here and now.”

I had to chuckle to myself, Terry certainly set to his task with gusto, getting me off in no time flat and hardly breaking stride getting me to the next and then another orgasm. Each stronger than the previous one.

I was having fun and I’m sure Terry did to. He played my body like a concert pianist his instrument.

“OK, OK, stop Terry. Please. I need a break. Come up here and cuddle with me.”

“Sorry Princess, but I think you are trying to trick me into relaxing here with you while my dick is locked up. I love you but I also know you. If we start to cuddle, you’ll be out like a light in less than ten minutes and I’m stuck here.”

“Terry, how could you say that?”

Then I giggled to lighten the mood.

“Honestly, I hadn’t thought of that. But you are right. Most likely, that’s the way it would go. So let’s go to your room.”

Sure enough, things went exactly as Terry had predicted.

I woke up to the smell of coffee and someone gently sucking on my toes.

I used the other foot to push him away.

“Stop, I need to go and pee. Then you can continue worshipping my feet while I tell you what I want for breakfast.”

I didn’t get any back talk as I put in my order for some toast, a soft boiled egg, OJ and more coffee.

“OK, you may go and prepare my breakfast. I want you to serve it to me right here in bed and you can bring yours up too.”

About thirty minutes later Terry came in with our big serving tray holding both our breakfasts. Earlier he had brought up the coffee pot to refresh the cup he had brought up earlier.

I had placed myself in the center of the bed, sitting up. Terry put a smaller tray on my lap and then placed my plate and the juice on it.

I cut him off before he could say anything.

“Terry, I think you should sit on the floor and eat your breakfast – hurry up with that and get back to my feet. When you see me putting my tray to the side, you have my permission to proceed further up my legs and start over where we left off last night before going to relax.”

He had scowl on his face, but complied. Maybe I could mold him into a cuckold slave of sorts. Just got to go very slow and ease him into things. Then repeat them often enough to make them seem routine.

Sure enough, right after he finished eating, Terry was back at my feet.

“Hmm babe, that sure feels good. There is some lotion on my dresser go get it and use on my feet while I finish my breakfast.”

As he got up to go – “oh and fill up my cup again.”

I was pushing a bit – no ‘please and no thank you’ for him. Again that cloud but he did as he had been told. I would have liked to see a smile but maybe that will come in time.

He just started putting lotion on my feet when I put the tray aside.

“OK, pussy boy, come up here and do your thing.”

That sat him back on his hind legs so to speak.

“Clarissa, I think you are pushing too hard. We had wonderful day yesterday and this morning was sort of OK but it is going south at break neck speed.”

“I’m going to go and wash my car. As I remember, I don’t have to ask you for permission for that on Sunday. I did your laundry yesterday so that chore is out of the way. Please be a dear and put the breakfast dishes away. I cooked, your turn to clean up.”

Not another word, he just grabbed a pair of underpants and shorts and he was gone.

What the f..k just happened here? A minute ago I had very compliant husband and the next second a revolution on my hand.

Terry

I had to chuckle to myself – not in front of Clarissa but as soon as I was out the door and on the steps down into the garage. Her face was priceless when I told not in so many words but still to ‘shove it’. I’m getting into this mind game thing. Playing the compliant and obedient cuckold hubby and suddenly turn around tell her in a polite way to f..k herself. That I was no pushover.

I did things for her because I wanted to. I had a great time yesterday and felt she deserved a reward. She took that as a weakness and it bit her in the butt.

Things cooled down from that point and we each did our own thing during lunch and in the afternoon.

I decided to kick things up and notch and go back to be seemingly subservient hubby.

“Princess, I’m having a beer. Would you like me to fix you a take or a glass of wine along with some cheese and apple. Perhaps something else?”

“Terry a glass of wine would be great and yes some cheese and an apple would be great. Why don’t you fix it and we can sit and talk a bit.”

I had to smile to myself as I headed into the kitchen. Got you girl.

I brought the things out and placed her tray on a side table next to her chair on the patio. I grabbed a pad off one of the loungers and settled with my beer next to her in close proximity of her feet.

“Terry, I want to apologize for my behavior earlier. I don’t know. You confuse the heck out of me. I don’t know what to make out of it.”

“Princess, think of it as having to take the same medicine you’ve been dishing out to me. Only you do it in much larger doses ever since you started this cuckold BS. Sometimes it seems you want to turn me into a ‘Petey’ which will never happen. Then you back off for a bit and the next thing I know you leave me total agony and don’t even seem to care.”

“I just know that I’m not getting the things that I care about out of this current state of affairs. I want to make it work but you are not making it very easy. Sorry, but I no longer can trust you one hundred percent. Too many incidents where you either blindsided me or just didn’t seem to care how much I was hurt.”

“I had a really great time this weekend until you came up with all that Domme crap this morning. You redy well know that I love to do things for you. If I don’t automatically, all you have to do is ask. ‘ASK’, not demand.”

“Even Marge says ‘please and thank you’ when she tells Petey to do something or he’s done what she asked for unless they are in one of their extreme D/s modes. She has absolutely NO doubt that Petey will comply with whatever she asks him. She doesn’t have to say ‘please’. Petey doesn’t care as long as she demands things, he’s OK. His biggest fear is being ignored and left to his own devices. Her being polite conveys to him that she cares about him, loves him even more than just a simple command would.”

After that Clarissa and I sat in silence for a very long time. I could tell, she was mulling things over in her head but had no idea of what she was thinking.

Eventually, she looked down at me.

“Terry would you mind giving me another foot rub, please. I know I screwed up this morning. I’m trying to find the right balance but I guess, I just have difficulties finding it. While you do that foot thing, maybe we could talk about dinner. It’s getting close to that time. I don’t really want to go out. Any bright ideas?”

“Princess, you know I love to rub your feet. Let me get the lotion and then yes we can talk about dinner.”

I got the lotion and myself into position in front of her on the lounge pad. I wasn’t keeling, just sitting with my legs under her seat.

“We have a couple of nice sized lobster tails that I could put on the grill, add a salad and a baked potato and we could be all set. Maybe some ice cream for dessert.”

“Terry that sounds wonderful. Even though I had snack, I’m kind of hungry. Maybe you could get the grill ready before you start on my feet and when it’s time for the lobster tails, I’ll go inside and fix a salad. We can cheat and make micro wave baked potatoes.”

“Works for me, be right back.”

I dug out the lobster tails and put them into water to help defrost them, then started the grill.

Timmy

I've been doing some traveling, so I just caught up. Great segments, can't wait to see what happens next.

GH

Thank you GH for your kind words. Hope things are going OK for you.

We had a pleasant but relatively quiet dinner both of us were still dealing with the events from this morning and our talk earlier.

I had cleared the table and put stuff away. It was late summer and nights started to cool off earlier. Clarissa had come inside.

“Princess, what do you want to do? I could light a fire outside and we can sit on the double lounger watching the full moon rise. We always did like that. Up to you.”

“Terry, what I really would like to do is go up to your room and play for a bit. We both have to go to work in the morning. I’m going to try to get in early. I just know there is going to be a ton of crap on my desk after having been away on vacation.”

“Princess, I can do play.”

“Terry, go take a quick shower and shave. I don’t want a ‘rug burn’ on my inner thighs. You are going to spend time down there.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

Off I went. When I got back Clarissa was sprawled in a very lewd position on my bed and my dick almost instantaneously hit the “wall” of my CB but then I saw that the restraints had been pulled up from under the bed and it backed off quite a bit.

I decided not to say anything at that point and just stood at attention at the foot end of the bed with my eyes focused on Clarissa’s feet waiting for instructions.

“Babe, focus on my pussy for now. Do not let me catch peeking at my boobs.”

Of course in the process of moving my eyes from her feet to her pussy I couldn’t resist to take a quick peek, hoping she wouldn’t catch it.

There she was fondling her breasts and licking one of the nipples.

“Watch it boy, I caught you. Next time it’s the crop on your ass. Maybe if you are on your knees, you can focus better on my pussy.”

That was sneaky because it really made it easier for me from that position to just lift my eyes ever so slightly and I had her lovely boobs in my vision.

I think, she knew – there was that wicket little smile on her face.

Thing is, I’m really not that good spending time on my knees do to lots of stress put on them during college sports and they started to hurt very quickly without having a cushion.

Clarissa knew about this and her smile widened a bit as she saw that I started to make faces and trying to change my position ever so slightly.

She made me suffer for another few minutes – I guess to show that she was in charge before telling me to get up on the bed and to take care of her pussy.

I don’t know how many orgasms she had had before pushing my face away by grabbing my hair and pulling me up to her.

“Such a good boy, let me clean you up a bit.”

With that Clarissa started to lick my face clean, well sort of. It was just another way of teasing me.

“Hon, I want to unlock your CB.”

With that she got off the bed.

“Get into position so that I can secure your hands and feet before I get the key. You know the rules.”

I just stared at her.

“Sorry Princess but you have lost the right to tie me up with your different betrayals of my trust. There is NO way that I ever willingly let you tie me up here or any place else. I just can’t trust you any longer.”

“I used to like it, actually still do but I have to have faith that I will be released immediately when I ask for it or it becomes apparent that I’m in some form of distress. You know what you did, so I really don’t have to tell you how much you have damaged my trust in you.

“But Terry…

“There is no ‘BUT’. You ruined that part of the ‘game’. I don’t care what you say right now. Maybe someday when you’ve stopped all this BS and if we get back to the level of our relationship that existed before you got into this cuckold thing, maybe then I’ll let you tie me up again. ‘til then, just forget it.”

“Here is what I’ll do, put me into ‘mental bondage’. Tell me where to position my arms and legs and I promise not to move them until I get permission to do so. If I feel that you are doing something that I cannot accept, I tell you first. Give you a chance to modify whatever it is you’re doing that cause undue stress or pain. Only if you don’t adjust, will I move.”

“Terry, how can I ever regain your trust if you won’t let me show you that you can?”

“You’ll just have try in other ways to convince me.”

Deep sigh – “Oh alright. Get up there and put your hands and feet close to where the cuffs are and don’t move.”

“Clarissa, how stupid do think I am? First we get all these restraints of the bed and into a drawer, then we can play.”

“You rotten mister of the bitch! How dare you? You can forget about any chance of release. I don’t give cuckolds brownie what the agreement said. You want to cum. You got a key. Unlock yourself and jerk off.”

With that she stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

Did I push the trust issue too far? I easily could have stopped her had she tried to attach an arm or leg to the restraints. Oh well, too late.

I really did not trust her at this point. So I disconnected all the restraints from the bed and put them into a drawer in my tool chest in the garage. Poured myself a cognac, grabbed a book and retired to my chair in the living area.

Trouble is I really couldn’t concentrate on the book. Too much going through my head. Will she stick to the agreement about limiting her nights in or out with a fuck toy that we worked out this weekend? What do I do if she doesn’t and what will the next few weeks be like?

Clarissa

That rotten SOB, how dare he question my integrity. Well, I guess he does have some small reamister. But this tonight was just too much.

We could have had so much fun. I had been halfway of a mind, letting him have his ‘midterm fuck’. I mean what’s the difference. He either had to wait for another couple of weeks for it or he gets it now and has to wait longer for the trial period to end before getting another shot to stick his cock into my pussy. I don’t know what to do with him. It’s clear now that I’ll never really break him to the point where I can rebuild him into the cuckold husband I need.

I tried to call Roger but it went straight into voice mail. He maybe with his family or one of his other squeezes.
I was tired from all the orgasms Terry had given me. Damn, I surely would hate having to give up the talented tongue. Having to train some other guy would be a real pain.

I didn’t even dig out my vibes or take a shower, just crawled into bed fell into some restless relax.

I had a real nightmare. I dreamed that Terry was with Liza and that chauffeur chick that I’ve seen having a hot threesome while Julie was tied to some sort of contraption being powerd to watch. Every so often one of the two women would go over and tease her breasts and pussy, then get back to Terry…

I woke up totally drenched in sweat. What was that all about?

I got up and had a take of water, replaced the pillow on my bed with a fresh one and fell back to relax.

The nightmare returned but this time Terry was tied to that contraption and getting whipped by Julie while the other two cheered her on in between making out and fucking themselves with big dildos.

I must have screamed because suddenly the lights came on in my room and Terry stood there.

“Clarissa, are you OK? What happened. I heard you yell ‘NO’.

“Just a bad dream. I’m sorry about earlier. Can I please crawl into bed with you?”

“Sure, come.”

Terry reached out his hand and grabbed it and I fell into his arms. He actually lifted me up and carried me back to his room. Placed me gently on his bed and spooned with me before pulling a blanket over us.

My last thought, before going to relax. He really loves me. Why can’t I just accept what we had. What is wrong with me?

I felt like cuckolds brownie when the alarm went off. Thoughtful Terry had adjusted it to the earlier time I had mentioned since I wanted to get to the office early.

He kissed me gently on the cheek.

“Come on Princess, you wanted to get up early. Go take a shower. I’ll go and fix us some breakfast. You’ll feel better and if you want to talk about the dream, I’ll listen.”

Those dreams, I really couldn’t remember them. All I knew, they were bad. Somehow Terry was in them and I wasn’t. But no details came to mind.

“Thanks, babe I’ll do that but as the dreams, yeah I had two of them. I honestly don’t remember them. Just know that they were bad.”

With that I got of the bed and headed to the shower. That’s when I realized that Terry still wore the CB. It made me smile. I’m pretty sure if he had taken it off last night to do what I suggested, it would still be off.

We didn’t talk much during breakfast.

When I was ready to leave, I gave Terry a hug and kiss and told him that I loved him.

“Terry, why don’t I pick up some sushi for us on the way home. We’ll have a quiet evening at home. OK with you?”

“Sure Princess, that works just fine with me. We have a staff meeting that might run a little late but I should be home no later than 7:30 tonight. Have a great day. I’ll talk to the guys about having a barbeque here this weekend like we talked about on Saturday.”

I must have frowned.

“Or did you have one of your fuck parties in mind for that day?”

There was an edge to his voice.

“No babe, not this weekend. I might hook up with Roger tomorrow or Wednesday but that will be it for this week.”

“You OK with that?”

“No, but you know that and I agreed that you could. So go ahead. Just let me know if he’s going to be here or not. I rather not run into him.”

“But you like him, you play cards with him.”

“Yeah and I take his money most of the times. That doesn’t compensate me for his having sex with my wife or taking her on a vacation. Vacations are supposed to be for the two of us. Like I said, I rather not be around.”

With that he turned and went upstairs to take his shower and get ready for work.

I was surprised how bitter and hurt he sounded, especially with that vacation part. Maybe I did make a mistake there.

During the day I got a text from him telling me that he was not coming home for dinner. The meeting would take longer than originally thought and they would all have dinner brought in.

I tried calling him at the office and his PA with a pretty snotty voice told me that he was unavailable. I tried his cell and it went straight to voice mail. He never called back nor did he reply to text that I sent him telling him that I would miss him during dinner.

This all left me very confused. He was flip-flopping from semi submissive to casual normal and then just, I don’t know ignoring me. I was hurt that he wouldn’t talk to me.

On the way home it hit me. I didn’t bother to stop for sushi - it’s no fun without Terry. He is doing exactly what I’ve been doing to him all these weeks. I slowly got an idea of what it must feel like for him. At least he didn’t relax around and as far as I know he hasn’t seen Julie and her harem. Only I have been relaxing around.

So why can’t I just forget about this stupid stuff? Tell him that I love him and dump Roger and that cuckold club. We had fun living together. Sure we had some rough spots, mostly over trivial stuff that neither could remember the next day. Sex was great and plenty.

All the cocks I’ve tried have either been worse or equal to Terry. Is it just the act of cuckolding him that provided the extra thrill and satisfaction?

Oh yeah, then it hit me – there was Reggie. He was different. Damn if my pussy didn’t flood with the thoughts of Reggie’s thick black sausage and what he did with it. I’ll have to figure out a way of having him at least one more time before this trial is over. Just in case that we settle down to what we had before I got all these notions.

By that time I had gotten home and before I did anything else I grabbed my largest dildo, virtually ripped my panties off and went to work, thinking and dreaming of Reggie.

Eventually I got back to my senses, took a shower and fixed myself a salad, grabbed a glass of wine and settled down to watch some chick flick. But I had trouble concentrating. All these troubling thoughts kept whirling through my head. Terry still wasn’t home as the clock neared ten. I started to worry. Then I thought, if anything happened, someone would have gotten hold of me. So I took a relaxing pill and went to bed. Hopefully the stupid dreams would not come back.

Terry

It was the first time I actually lied to Clarissa. In the past there had been some omissions, like not giving details of the board meeting or the sale of the business but this time it was an outright lie.

I did have a staff meeting but that was at lunch time. The folks doing the due diligence had some questions and I relayed these so that everyone could prepare their answers.

No the lie was about it running late. I had gotten a phone call from Julie asking me to dinner at the condo. They wanted me to meet the lady who would be taking over from me as CEO. It was an informal getting to know her since we had to work together for a little while during the takeover. Biggest concern for everyone was the customer reactions to the change.

I was greeted by a grinning James as I pulled up in front of Julie’s and Liza’s condo. Just driving my Mustang for a few hundred feet to the special parking spot was a thrill for him.

“Go right up sir, the ladies are expecting you.”

“Thank you James, you know if you are not needed right here, why don’t you take her once or twice around the block before parking her.”


“You mean it sir?”

“Yes go ahead, it’s OK. Really.”

A beaming James slid into the driver’s seat and off he went. He just hit the lottery as far he’s concerned.

Liza was waiting at the door as I got off the elevator.

“Did I just hear the ‘beast’ roar?”

I chuckled, “yes you did, I told James to take it around the block once or twice”.

“Pet, you are spoiling that man. He’ll be useless for hours after that.”

Then she laughed. “Not that he really anything important to do other than trying to keep some folks out.”

With that she grabbed me in a hug and planted a medium hot kiss on my lips.

“Missed you big boy. Come on inside and meet Alexis. I think you’ll like her. She is like me but in reverse.”

I raised a questioning eye brow.

“She cuckolds her husband with lesbian lovers.”

“Relax pet, she is not anything like Clarissa is trying to be. They have the same kind of loving relationship that Julie and I have. Just like me, she gets an occasional need for something ‘special and different’. Her husband will be here tomorrow and for the rest of the week. Since he likes to watch, he’ll get an eye full when Julie and I play with her. Just like Julie, she is just a tad submissive and I plan to kick things up a notch when we play. Having two subs is something I’ve fantasized for some time.”

“But let’s not keep them waiting.”

Liza led me into the living room where Julie and a very tall statuesque brunette where admiring the sun slowing sinking behind the far mountain range.

“Alexis, please meet our ‘pet’ Terry.”

I was blown away and had an instant hard on in my cage. The chest and cleavage was matching the six foot plus lady in her late forties. What a stunner. In her four inch heels, she was taller than all of us. MILF was what came to mind in an instant. She was a large woman but there was not an ounce of fat on her. She must be used to reaction like mine because there was mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

I must have blushed at the word ‘pet’ because both Julie and Liza started to giggle which made me blush again.

Julie came over and hugged me.

“Sorry pet, we didn’t mean to embarrass you, well maybe just little. We know you’re a good sport when it comes to us playing with you.”

Julie continued.

“Alexis like Liza said this is Terrance Wilkinmister who all by himself built that company we are buying and you’ll be running from a modest investment to that extremely over priced enterprise he talked us into buying.”

“Terrance…

“Please call me Terry, only people I don’t intend to become friendly with call me that.”

“Thank you Terry, please call me Alexis or Lexie. I’ll answer to either one with friends of Julie and Liza.”

“Someday one of you all will have to tell me about the ‘pet’ thing.”

That made me blush again and set the others off giggling. Not sure how much they two of the had primed Lexie.

Ringing a dinner bell Liza said “why don’t we go out to the patio and have cocktails there”.

That’s when I got my next shock because Amanda came out in a French Maid’s dress with her butt and pussy barely hidden and her rather nice boobs almost fully exposed.

She made a quick curtsy and turned to the Ladies.

“What may I bring you?”

“Amanda, you are misbehaving and I will have to punish you later. You know exactly what we want. It’s Mr. Terry whom you need to ask.”

This lecture came from Liza and she seemed quite serious.

“Sorry Ma’am. Yes I understand.”

Turning towards me with a cheeky little grin on her face.

“Sorry sir. Please, what may I bring you?”

I wasn’t sure what was going on here.

“Some water will be fine for now. Thank you Amanda.”

That earned me approving nods from both Julie and Liza. I had guessed correctly. They were playing some kind of game. I wasn’t sure what all the rules were but ‘til now I hadn’t made a mistake.

Timmy

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