Chapter XI
When I awoke on Sunday morning, I could hear David in the kitchen making
coffee, so I slipped into the bathroom to pee. I was sore all over and achy in
my shoulders and knees from my day as David's runaway slave and the punishment
he had inflicted upon me. Looking in the mirror, I saw three bright red stripes
across my butt and they were sore as hell; my pussy looked a bit raw, but
otherwise there wasn't a mark on me. With one exception: I couldn't really see
in the crack of my ass where David had used a hot needle to burn his name, but I
could tell it hurt there. I downed some Tylenol and slipped back into bed just
as David came in, nude, with coffee and breakfast.
"Good morning, lover," I said.
"Hi, you're awake already?" he asked. He put down his tray and slid
into bed with me. "Are you alright?"
"Yes. Yes," I assured him, "I'm fine, I'm a bit sore, but I'm fine and I
love you."
"I love you, Kate, how could we have such a great time together as we
have these past few weeks and not fall in love?"
I turned to David, and looked in his eyes. We kissed, and I ran my hand
down his chest and held his cock in my hand.
David smiled, and I said: "I'm sorry, maybe my fantasy life went a
little overboard, but you were great. I was getting lost in this thing, this
love affair we created."
"Me too," David said, "In my heart I know I love you and I know that our
affair will end; it has to end. We can't keep this up forever and I am married
to a woman I love very much and have been with happily for twelve years."
"I'm glad you love her too, I really am, and I'm glad I love you, even
if someday this will all end."
"It doesn't have to end yet, though," he said with a smirk.
"I need to ask you a couple things," I said, "first, did you really burn
your name into my ass?"
"Not exactly. I burned in a small design, not actual letters. It's not
my name. You won't have to explain to anyone who 'David' is, but it will be a
permanent mark, and I should take a look at it later."
"Okay, and about what you said you would do, getting a group of
strangers to cum on me and leave me in public, I don't think I really want to do
that," I told him.
"I didn't think you would. I said it for its impact on you, but I wont
try to make it happen, okay?"
"Okay, thanks,' I said with a smile, "and lastly, will you continue to
see me?"
David thought a moment, then said "if you want to see me, I will be here
to see you, once a week, every week, for as long as you want." I took his head
in my hands and kissed him, passionately, and rubbed his balls with my hand.
"I want to make love to you," I told him, "lay down." David laid down
on the bed and I moved down and took his cock in my mouth. I licked and sucked
it like a kitten. taking each of his balls in my mouth and gently squeezing them
while swirling my tongue around, then returned to his cock and licked it up and
down, until his cock was very hard and throbbing in my mouth.
"Can I lick you?" he asked.
"Just be gentle," I laughed, and laid back on the bed. David got
between my legs and gently licked all around my pussy. He asked me to turn
over, and kissed me where he had "branded" me. Then I got on top of David and
slowly and gingerly lowered my pussy down onto his cock. I laid forward and he
held me in his arms while I moved up and down. It took us a long time to make
love so gently, but we loved each other, and every minute of it was wonderful.
In the afternoon, we went out to the pool again naked and went for a
swim. David said the red stripes on my butt were a nice decoration. I wore
them like a badge of honor. They were clearly going to be sore for days, but
the water felt great, the sun was shining, and we lounged in the spa for a while
before finally deciding to pack up. We drove back to my apartment, and then
David kissed me and left to go to his home.
EPILOGUE
I returned to our home Tuesday morning from my ten day "trip to Tokyo,"
still sore and still with red welts on my butt.
I have to give David a lot of credit. When I asked David, months ago
now, to go down to my store and pick up the sales receipts for the week from my
store manager, Kate, he came home and admitted how they had flirted and how he
had gotten an erection just speaking to her. I was upset, of course, but it
also helped me realize how seriously my marriage was in trouble and how
committed David was to fixing it. He could have taken Kate and fucked her; I
knew she slept around a lot. But he came to me first. I realized that
something was missing for David and that, if I couldn't be the person who gave
it to him, perhaps I could pretend to be a person who could. Thus, I proposed a
plan whereby I would play "Kate" from time to time and "Kate" and David could
have an affair. David agreed.
It took quite some time to work out all the details. I needed a wig,
obviously, but I also needed my own apartment where I could go be "Kate" when
David visited her. I worked to fill out her persona and understand her. I had
to buy clothes for her and music and research on the Internet and talking to the
real Kate at my store.
So, from time to time, David and I made believe I was "Kate," rather
than David's wife, and David and "Kate" had an affair. That affair is still
going on today, although I am glad to say that I have loosened up a bit and
David is seeing "Kate" much less often.
I learned some of the things that David loved about "Kate" and tried to
incorporate some of those qualities into my own person. I realized that "Kate"
was optimistic, happy, excited, open enthusiastic to try new things - all good
qualities that I guess rubbed off of me in my twenties and thirties. Some of
that, I am glad to say, I have gotten back, thanks to becoming "Kate" and living
her life from time to time. And to top it all off, the sex is better than ever!
The End
