DENIAL -- CONCLUSION

I found the story Denial by Conquered extremely interesting even though there was no conclusion.  That’s one thing I find annoying about stories online.  I usually just move on to another story, but something about this one grabbed me.  I tried to contact the author without success so I decided to write my own conclusion.  It’s based initially on events built into the original story.  After that it is a figment of my own twisted imagination.

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Maxine and I loved each other, but we’d had a long history of sexual problems.  She was usually either uninterested or too tired.  I tried to spice things up with some S&M activities and bought a box full of equipment over a period of several years.  That helped for a while, but, in time, even that faded to once a month or even less frequent.  I turned to frequent masturbation out of frustration, but found that as unsatisfying as being totally denied.

Eventually, I decided to leave Maxine, but she talked me out of it, suggesting instead that she give me something she called “negative passive denial” which she described as reinforcing my sexual validation through the very ignoring of me that she had done for years.  Her will was reinforced with a steel and leather cock cage.  I had my doubts, but I didn’t want to make any more waves.  I accepted thinking she would deny me for a week or two at most.  Instead, she found ways to deny me for months.  Eventually, we went for counseling in the hope we could find a solution we could both live with.

We’d gone to the therapist Dr. Gruen together last week; I was surprised because Maxine had gone ballistic the first time I had suggested it several years ago.  I had been asked to leave so she could talk with Maxine.  When I returned they were laughing and having a smoke together, but the conversation stopped suddenly when I had walked in the door.  After a few minutes discussion with her I thought that perhaps Dr. Gruen was sensitive to my needs, but events later in the week made me question that assessment.

First I had to beg Maxine to sleep in our bed again. I’d been assigned to the basement for the past three nights and I was tired of it.   I was forced to kneel and after begging her for the privilege, put her big toe in my mouth.  I was totally humiliated, but I was allowed back upstairs.  Maxine appeared sincere and even loving for the first time since our argument.  However, it seemed that she was and had been getting off at my expense—my denial and my humiliation.

When Saturday rolled around we finished dinner and put our young daughter to bed.  I finished cleaning up and went upstairs to find Maxine seated on the bed in a sexy negligee with my bag of S & M toys next to her.  “Dr. Gruen prescribed exactly how this must be done.  Give me your hands.”  She handcuffed them behind my back.  “Now turn around and face me,” she continued.  She opened the nipple clamps and twisted them down onto my nipples.  The pain was bad, but I thought I could handle it.  Then she tightened them further and attached the chain.  A quick yank assured her that they weren’t falling off.  I had tears in my eyes.

“Dr. Gruen told me that we are to sleep like this; it’s part of the exercise.”  She turned on the tape recorder and lay behind me, her naked breasts pressing against my back.  She asked me questions about the cock cage and how I felt about her fucking Richie, a good looking guy she had supposedly met at a club while we were supposed to be celebrating my one year anniversary in denial.  She yanked the chain to the nipple clamps causing excruciating pain every time she became angry with my response.  It seemed to me that she was angry at almost every one of my answers.  I was supposed to be truthful, but I was so terrified of the pain that I had to lie.  I had to tell her what I thought she wanted to hear.  At one point she made me contradict something I had told the therapist, commenting that she wasn’t about to let the doctor and me team up against her.  In retrospect that was a hilarious and ridiculous statement.

Finally, the inquisition ended and she pulled me up to lie face-up in her lap as she rubbed my face and ran her fingers through my hair.  That’s when she hit me with the bombshell—would I be okay with her working for Richie, the person I most hated and who I thought would ultimately destroy our marriage.  Her hand fingered the chain between my nipple clamps as I dreaded telling her the truth.  “It’s okay,” I told her, but I hated the idea.  She pulled me up, pushed me on my side and told me to go to sleep.  She was so happy that I had approved.  Tomorrow would be my turn to ask her questions. 

Believe me--sleeping when you have incredible pain in your nipples and your hands cuffed behind your back isn’t easy.  I lay there for hours, my mind wandering at first until I reached a point where I began to focus—to examine the things that had occurred since I “voluntarily” put this cock cage around my organ.  First, I was confused that she would leave it on me so long.  A few weeks seemed extreme at the time, but two months right off the bat was terribly cruel, and then making me wait for four months until Christmas was inhuman.  She had told me Valentine’s Day, but when nothing happened and I asked about it she pushed back another three months.  I found her actions through all that extremely confusing. Worse, it made me feel that I had been manipulated into the entire situation. 

I would have thought that denial would make me super horny and super hard once I was released, but I wasn’t.  Most of the time I had a world of trouble getting hard and even more keeping it there.  I was confused about that, too.  Same with my ejaculations; they should be powerful semen-laden eruptions, but they weren’t—my semen barely dribbled from my semi-erect cock.  I found that confusing, also.  As I looked back I found that virtually everything that had happened was confusing.  I’m no dope.  I’m a successful financial consultant so I’m fairly analytical and my analysis of what had happened to me was disturbing.  I lay there in the dark listening to my wife’s quiet breathing wondering if I had been set up.  Maybe tomorrow would give me some clues.  It was well after four when I finally fell asleep.  Of course, Maxine woke early and made a big deal of removing the clamps and handcuffs.  The blood returning to my numb nipples hurt so much I had to cover my mouth with the pillow.  Even then the pain was incredible.  I got no sympathy from Maxine.  “Suck it up, you sissy.  These ARE your toys, aren’t they?  Don’t you enjoy them?  Then why are you crying?  Make the bed while I get breakfast.”

After breakfast I told Maxine I had some work to do.  I don’t like to lie, but she had given me no choice.  I use my computer extensively so I would seem to be hard at work at the computer when, in reality, I was checking some of my theories on Google and Bing.  A lot of the information I found was nonsense, but I did find some interesting and worthwhile information on a site called “DevotionalSex.com.”  What was printed there seemed to be impartial and factual.  Most importantly, it reinforced my feelings, but not my experience.  Getting out of the cage should have resulted in a super hard erection and a massive ejaculation.  I wondered why that hadn’t happened with me.

After dinner I cleaned up again while Maxine put our daughter to bed.  I showered and prepared myself for the exercise.  Maxine started the tape recorder and lay on the bed.  “Aren’t there any instructions I’m supposed to follow?”

“Not really, only for yours.”  I thought that was interesting—detailed instructions for me…nothing whatsoever for her.

“Okay, what am I supposed to do if your answer makes me angry?”

“I’m not sure.  Find a way to tell me.  You’ll think of something.  Go ahead and begin.  I’m tired.”

Great—she’s tired; I’m the one who was up all night.  “Okay, why did you find it necessary to fuck Richie in his club?”

She was annoyed, “Didn’t I explain that to you already?  I did it for you and to thank them for the drinks.”  I smacked her butt.  “What the hell was that for?”

“I was letting you know that your answer made me angry.  Next…why did you have to humiliate me by having sex with Richie at his party?”

“What the hell is it with you?  Haven’t I explained this to you already?”  She was screaming at me.  “Get up and go sleep in the basement.  You’ve destroyed the entire exercise.”

“I don’t see what you’re so upset about.  Wasn’t I supposed to ask personal questions…things I was concerned about?  If anyone’s destroyed it, Maxine, It’s you.”

“Just get out of here, you bastard.  Here I am trying to resolve our issues and you refuse to understand or cooperate.  You already know that I did those things so we could have a normal sex life instead of some freaky, perverted crap!”  She slammed the door, waking our daughter.  “Now see what you did.”

“Maxine…I’m confused.  This whole thing has me so confused.”  I thought I saw a small smile, really a smirk come to her face.  I left to comfort our child en route to my temporary sleeping quarters below ground.  I had said I was confused, but I was seeing things much more clearly now—clearer than I had in more than a year.  I needed answers and I thought I knew how to get them.

Maxine barely spoke to me for the next few days until the time came for our appointment with Dr. Gruen.  We walked in together; I folded my baseball cap and placed it on a file cabinet.  Maxine hadn’t even been seated for a second when she began, accusing me of destroying the process.

“Perhaps it would be best, John, if you left us alone for a while.  I’ll speak with Maxine and then I’ll see you later.  Do you mind?  Why don’t you go down to Starbucks and get a cup of coffee?  You look tired.”  I turned and walked out to the car.

“Is he gone yet?”

“Not yet, Maxine.  Just wait a minute longer until I’m sure he’s driven away.  Okay.  So I guess the week went pretty well.”

“Yeah, he is such a dope.  He actually thinks I want to resolve our issues.  All I have to do or say is ‘I did it for you,’ and he believes me.  I’ll tell you, Joanne, Richie is a genius.”

“Yes, he’s not my favorite nephew for nothing.  I think that meeting him at that coffee shop was a real turning point for you.”

“It certainly was!  He came on to me like only a self-assured handsome man can and I don’t know why, but I told him all about John.  ‘You can really mess with a man’s mind with one of those things, you know.’  Those were his exact words.  Little did I know how right he was.  We sat and talked for more than an hour about everything I could do to him.  When he told me he could get drugs that would make it hard for him to get it up I almost laughed.  He gave them to me the next night and that was the first time we made love.  One thing I’ve learned from this is that I don’t hate sex… I just hate it with John.  Then Richie explained how I could make him my cuckold.  If I did it slowly and confused him at every turn I could break him emotionally and mentally.  I still need him to work for me.  He earns good money, but by the time I’m done he’ll be my slave.  I’ll be able to anything and everything to him!”

“That’s why you’re here, Maxine—so I can help you.  Speaking of that, I ordered the new chastity device after our session last week.  You’ll love this one.  It’s solid stainless steel with secure screws you need a special wrench to open and, get this, there’s a special all-stainless cage for his balls.  I think they’ll be squeezed quite a bit and extremely painful if he ever gets stimulated.  Naturally, that’s all you’ll do—stimulate him--but give him no relief.  I suggest you keep the key in a safe deposit box—one only you can access.”

“  He’ll never get out of that.  Any idea when I’ll have it?”

“They said six to eight weeks because it’s coming from Germany, so that’s only five to seven from today.”

“I can’t wait.  Oh, I have such wicked ideas.  I’m going to make him kneel while he’s handcuffed and chained and watch while Richie fucks me then he’ll clean my cunt and lick Richie clean, too.   And I’ll make him do it after Richie’s been in my ass.  I can just see him eating my shit and loving it.  He’ll live in the basement permanently.  That was a great idea, by the way.  Thanks.  You should see his reaction when I tell him to sleep there.  It’s all I can do to keep from laughing.”

They continued their plans until Dr. Gruen saw me return.  I knocked and walked in, “Oh, there’s my cap.  I wondered where I had left it.  May I use your rest room before we begin?”  I picked up the cap and walked into the men’s room.  I opened it and turned off my digital recorder, flushed the toilet and washed my hands.  I put the compact machine into my pocket and walked out to meet with Dr. Gruen.  As expected, she berated me for sabotaging the exercises.  Nothing I said made any difference, even when we listened to the tape and I told her it was Maxine who destroyed everything, not me.  I walked out that morning with instructions to apologize to Maxine and do whatever she said as a punishment.  I couldn’t believe my ears.

I drove her home and told her I had some business affairs I had to deal with.  She was upset, but I reminded her that I had to earn a living.  She told me I’d be in pain when I returned.  Instead of a meeting, I drove to the supermarket and parked at the far end of the lot where it’s quiet and traffic is light.  I turned on the recorder, a high-quality digital Olympus and listened.  I could barely believe my ears.  Maxine had met and fucked Richie only days after I began my period of denial.  I had been drugged to destroy my erection and orgasm on those rare occasions that I was allowed out.  Everything had been done to destroy me.  I stopped the machine and drove to my lawyer’s office.  We listened to the recording and Frank asked me what I wanted to do.

“Do you know a good and responsible private detective?  I’m pretty sure she’s fucking this guy when she’s supposed to be at work.  I’ve noticed her clothes a bit askew when she comes home.  I need someone who will work quickly, because I have to get everything done before this new cage comes.  This will probably take a while because I also need a place to live”

“As a matter of fact, I can help you on both fronts, John.   A friend is going to spend the next eighteen months in England studying at the London School of Economics.  I’m sure she’d be willing to sublet, even on a month-to-month basis.  It’s furnished nicely—two bedrooms, a living room, dining, kitchen and bath.  I think you can get it for under a thousand a month.  I’ll call her in London after you’ve gone.  For a detective, I’ve used Henry and Associates several times.  They’re excellent and right here in this building, three floors down.  I thanked Frank, telling him I would be in touch and that I wanted him to hold the memory card in his safe in case anything happened to me.  He thought I was being a bit melodramatic, but did agree in the end also to make some CD’s of the recording.  He called the detective and asked if I could meet with him.  Five minutes later I was seated in his office.

It was nothing like what you see in the movies.  If anything, it was more plush and luxurious than Frank’s office.  I met Steven Henry, the head man, who looked nothing like what I thought a private detective would look like.  He was about five feet ten and thin, wearing an expensive gray suit, starched white shirt, and maroon paisley tie.  He closed the door and showed me to a seat on a leather love seat.  “How can I help you?”

I explained what had happened and what was planned for me.  I told him how my wife who I loved deeply was cheating on me while trying to pretend that she wanted to repair our marriage.  I told him about Richie and Dr. Gruen and their roles.  I told him everything.  He told me to relax; he’d handle everything.  I wrote a check for his retainer and left, not too eager to experience what my wife and that bitch therapist had devised for me.  Before leaving I reminded him of my deadline.

“I wouldn’t worry too much about that, John.  Come and look in my closet.”  I followed him in and stood amazed when he turned on the light.  On a shelf there had to be at least fifty cock cages, all stainless steel and all with some kind of special screw rather than a lock.  “It’s easy to feel that you’re the only man this has happened to, but I assure you that you’re not.  We’ve bought all these devices just for situations like yours.  From your description I’d say they’re looking at…this one.  What he held up was a monstrosity.  I cringed even though I didn’t think I’d ever wear it.

Maxine was waiting for me at the door.  “Get in here and strip.  It’s time for your punishment.”  Now, I could have avoided this, but I wasn’t ready and I didn’t want to give Maxine and company any warning.  I’d strike when I was ready—when I was sure I had the goods on them.

She led me to the basement and it was obvious that she’d turned the heat off.  It was cold and it was mid-day.  She locked the handcuffs behind my back and tied a strong rope to the chain.  The rope was looped over a beam and pulled up.  My arms were pulled above my head, placing a tremendous strain on my shoulders.  She tied my ankles apart to the steel supports that held the main beam in place.  Now the stress on my shoulders was magnified terribly.  I was already in terrible pain, but I had to listen to her justify it as being in the best interests of our marriage.  “I don’t know why I go through all this for you, John.  All I want is for us to have a normal life and a normal sex life and look what you make me do.”

“Don’t feel you have to do anything on my behalf,” I grunted, the pain obvious in my voice.

She had picked up the nipple clamps.  “I’m only doing this because you’re forcing me by being uncooperative.  Don’t you want to have a normal life?”

“Yes, of course.  It’s just that sometimes I’m so confused about things.  Sometimes I have trouble thinking straight.”  Actually, I was afraid I was laying it on a little thick, but Maxine swallowed it.  I grimaced again as she ratcheted the clamps tightly onto my already bruised nipples.

“Okay, let’s see how you like staying here like this for a few hours.  I’ll check up on you later, if you behave.  I don’t want to hear a sound out of you.  I’m having company.”  I wanted to ask who, but I thought I already knew.  How long before she thought I’d be cleaning up Richie’s cock?  I’d been in positions like this before when playing my S & M games, but never quite this bad.  I knew what I had to do mentally to survive.  I needed to go somewhere else—some place neither conscious nor unconscious.  I found it fairly quickly, fortunately.

Without my watch I had to rely on my alarm clock, the one Maxine had put here when she moved me down to the basement.  Damn!  She had turned it to the wall.  I had heard someone come in and some laughing, no doubt about me.  Then I heard them climb the stairs.  It was some time before I heard them climb back down.  Finally, after he had left Maxine walked down to check on me.  “Do you think you’ve learned your lesson yet?”

“Yes…pl…please.  I can’t take it any more.  I’ll do whatever you need.”  Apparently that satisfied her.  She untied my arms allowing me to stand and take the strain off my arms.  My legs were next.

“I don’t want to hear a sound when I take these off you,” she said, referring to the nipple clamps.  “You’re still cuffed so I can put you right back if you don’t behave.”  I promised I’d be quiet; it was all I could do not to howl in pain as the blood rushed back into my tender tissue.  Finally, she unlocked my hands.

“Okay if I go up and take a shower to warm up?  I’m freezing down here.”  She kissed me and patted my butt as she pointed up the stairs.  “Good cop-bad cop,” I thought; more to confuse me—to break me down.  I kept my thoughts to myself as I tottered up the stairs.  Stepping into the hot shower was the best thing I’d experienced all day.  Thankfully, there wouldn’t be too many more like this before I could escape.

A week later I went to meet with Mr. Henry.   I wasn’t expecting much in the way of a report, but I was wrong.  “Let me show you something,” he began, turning on his TV.  A picture of an office came into view.  He did something with a remote and the picture rewound.  I recognized Richie and his bartender Tony lounging in the office.  The date and time showed it was the night I had met him—the night of my punishment.  Even I was shocked to see my wife walk in.  She sat on Richie’s lap and told him all about how she had punished me while they had fucked the afternoon away.  They laughed like crazy.

“I may have to think of some excuse to do it again.  I loved seeing him so helpless and vulnerable.  I think one of these days I’ll knee him in the balls just for the fun of it.”  There was laughter all around until Richie told her to get naked.  I was even more amazed when she did.  She fell to her knees and began to suck his big cock.  I thought I was bigger than average, but he was huge.

I looked at Mr. Henry for some reaction, but he was like the sphinx.  “How’d you get this camera right into his office?”

“It wasn’t that hard…make some bad static on the phone line, intercept the call for repair, and send a couple of my boys in for the job.  Then when the guy repairing the phone explains the problem the other locates and installs the cameras.  These are really tiny so they will only transmit for about ten days.  I think that will be more than enough.  There’s more than one in case the first is found.  Now watch this.”  He fast forwarded a couple of hours.  Maxine was still there and she was still naked, but she was a mess, with semen in her hair and covering her face.  When she turned around I could see it dripping from her asshole.

Richie turned behind his desk and opened a safe and pulled out a vial.  He scooped some powder out onto a mirror and spread it into three lines.  I was appalled when Maxine took two of the three lines.  “Is that cocaine,” I asked.

“Yeah, and a lot.  More than enough to qualify as possession with intent to distribute, a Class A felony.  Of course, your wife is shown snorting it.  There’s more…a lot more--videos of them on the street and in a motel room.  Incidentally, she never goes to the so-called health club she’s supposed to be managing.  I can put together discs and a written report.  I’d say you have more than enough whatever you decide to do.”  I told him exactly what I wanted done and I wanted it by the weekend.  He saw no problem getting everything done.  I paid the rest of his fee and went home to work.  I still had to earn a living.

I feigned illness the next time we were supposed to meet the esteemed Dr. Gruen.  I blamed it on my hours naked in the cold basement.  Even Maxine couldn’t argue with that.  She acted concerned, but Steven Henry had bugged the therapist’s office and I was able to listen to everything they said.  I used the time alone to phone my credit card companies and cancel her cards.  When she told me she had to leave early for work I took our daughter to the bank and closed our joint account, depositing my half in another bank that held my business account and getting a certified check for the remainder.  I was many things, but I wasn’t about to put myself on Maxine’s level by stealing.

Maxine could barely walk when she got home around two the following morning; I could see remnants of semen in her hair and on her eyebrows.  She was surprised I was still up.  “I was worried,” I explained.

She smiled, “Love me?”

“You know it,” I replied as I led her by the hand up to the bedroom.  I went to sleep and she took a much needed shower.  She fell into bed thirty minutes later, her hair still wet.

She was supposed to go to work at eleven the following morning.  I kissed her good-bye around 10:30 and began to move my stuff out.  I took my computer, monitor and printer.  Next were all my records, although most of them were on the computer or discs.  There were a bunch of DVD’s, and, of course, my manuals and journals.  They took up the first trip.

My clothes took three trips.  I loaded my toiletries into the car and left them there as I waited for Maxine to return home.  Taking the kitchen shears I carefully cut the leather strap on my cock cage.  I’d never agree to wear something like that again.  I placed it in a large box along with the DVD of her in Richie’s office and the CD of her conversations with Dr. Gruen.  I put the check in there with a letter of explanation.  I laid it on the dresser right on top of a large manila envelope—a copy of Henry’s report.  Then I sat and watched TV until it was time to feed our daughter and put her to bed for the night.  Thankfully, she was too young to understand the trouble her mother would be in.

I made a drink—a strong one and watched TV again until she returned just past two.  I got up and met her at the door.  I spoke before she had a chance, “It’s over, Maxine.  I’m leaving.  I suggest you check out the box and envelope on your dresser.  No, don’t say a word.  You’re a mess and you have ropes of cum in your hair.  I guess work was pretty grueling, eh.  Good-bye.”  I walked out the door, got into the car, and drove away.

My letter said: “Maxine, when you’ve looked at the DVD and listened to the CD you will understand that I’ve known of your plans for me for some time.  Sorry to spoil them, but I have no interest in becoming your or anyone’s slave.  Don’t think that you can capture me and turn back the clock.  Both Frank and the private detective have duplicate copies of these documents and will go to the police if I don’t check in with them regularly.  They have plenty on you as well as Richie and the un-esteemed Dr. Gruen.  You can phone me on my cell if you have anything of interest or value to discuss.  Otherwise, have fun fucking Richie while it lasts.

“The check represents exactly half of the amount in our joint account at Federal.  I closed it as well as all your credit cards.  The classifieds in today’s paper have the required ad that I will not be held responsible for debts incurred by anyone other than myself.  This is not over for any of us yet, but it will be soon.  John.”

I cried all the way to the apartment.  I really did love Maxine in spite of everything she had done to me and I would miss our daughter, but not for long.  I wasn’t kidding when I said it would all be over soon.  Steven Henry and I had an appointment with the DEA Monday morning.  I’d turn over everything I had to them in the hopes there would be enough to begin a formal investigation.  Of course, Maxine was on the video snorting coke several times, but those were the breaks.  Maxine was a teacher—a person who should show a moral example to her students.  Instead, she had acted like a cheap whore all summer and for more than a year before that, as well.

Frank was preparing a complaint against Dr. Gruen for her treatment of me which could hardly be considered therapeutic or professional.  Time would tell what would happen.  I actually knew even more, but there was plenty of time for those issues to surface.  The house of cards collapsed even sooner than I had thought.

It was roughly a month later that the doorbell rang.  I looked through the door’s small window to see Maxine standing and crying.  I opened the door and let her in.  It was all she could do to explain what I already knew—Richie had dumped her.  She was alone.

“I’m not surprised, Maxine.  You weren’t his first and I doubt you’ll be his last.  You see, the detective learned that he’s been named as co-respondent in three divorce cases.  All the women were much like you—married and attractive.  In each case he tried to destroy his competition—the husband.  Unfortunately, he loses interest easily.  However, I doubt he’ll have much of a chance to repeat in the near future.  The FBI and DEA will raid the club tonight.  They have reason to believe he has a big drug shipment coming in.  He and all his trusted partners are headed for the slammer.

“Your friend Dr. Gruen is about to lose her license to practice and she’s facing a few felony charges, too.  Besides the charges, I’m suing both of them for a variety of things, all designed to cause me physical and emotional harm.  And then, there’s you, Maxine.  You’re on the videos about ten times snorting coke or worse.  The police have that information and that means the Board of Education has it, too.  Expect to be fired and you’ll be extremely lucky if you don’t go to prison, but, don’t worry, I’ll take you back…with a few conditions.”

“What…(gasp)…what conditions?”

“Obviously, you are never to have any interactions with Richie or any of his crowd.  That should be easy, considering they don’t want anything to do with you.  See how easy this is going to be?  Second, there will be no excuses when it comes to sex between us.  You will satisfy me every day if I wish-mouth, pussy, ass, whatever I choose.  If you could do it for Richie you can do it for me.  And then, there’s this…”  I reached under the chair and pulled out a large box.  Maxine cringed when she saw it.  “Yes, it’s exactly what you think it is—a beautifully crafted stainless steel chastity belt.  Why don’t you try it on for size?”

“But….”

“There are no buts, Maxine.  If anyone needs negative sexual validation, passive or active, it’s you.  Your behavior has been deplorable so there are no buts.  Either put it on right now or get out.”  Maxine was defeated, but not so much as to complain again about the belt.

“There’s two dildos attached!”

“Exactly right; one for your pussy and one for your ass.  Now strip down and put it on.  That’s all right-- we’re still married besides I want to see your tits.”  Maxine dropped her clothes onto the floor and stepped into the belt.  I lubed the dildo for her cunt and helped her slide it in.  I did the same for her ass then I tightened the strap that ran up her ass crack and locked it onto the belt.

“Very good…that looks great on you.  Turn around so I can see the front…truly a beautiful job if I say so myself.

“Uh, John, how am I supposed to…you know…go to the bathroom?”

“Well, to pee you just sit on the toilet, but you’ll need permission to move your bowels.”

“What?”

“Yeah, here’s how it works.  You’ll call me on my cell and if I’m in a good mood I’ll let you go.  See, the latch is controlled by this remote which sends out an ultra high frequency sound.  We can’t hear it, but it would probably drive a dog crazy.”  I pushed the remote and the latch separated.  “You’ll have exactly ten minutes to do your business, get the dildo back in position and re-latch the belt.”

“And what happens if I don’t?”

“This,” I pressed the button again.

“AAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!!!”  She fell to the floor, writhing in pain.

“That was the lowest setting.  A minute later it will repeat, but at level two.  Want to try it?”

“No, I’ll get back into it,” She rammed the dildo home and pushed the belt into the receiver.

“Maxine, you had me in that monstrosity for close to eighteen months.  You denied me and got off on my denial.  That wasn’t enough though, was it?  You drugged me to destroy my rare orgasms and my self-esteem.  You had to try to enslave me.  Want to eat my shit?  No, I don’t know why not.  You expected me to eat yours, didn’t you?”

We were interrupted by the phone.  I picked up my cell.  “I think you’ll find this of interest, dear.  Hello?  Yes, Chief, she is here.  What?  Okay, I’ll bring her in tomorrow morning around ten if that’s okay.  I think she’ll enjoy a good breakfast first.  Okay, we’ll see you then.”  I closed the phone and turned to Maxine.  “You got a reprieve.  You can take it off.  I have to deliver you to the police station at ten tomorrow morning.  You’ve been indicted on drug charges.  That’ll be the end of your teaching career, but it’s exactly what you deserve, isn’t it?”  I pressed the button and the belt fell from her body.

“Seeing you naked makes me think we should do something I’ve wanted to do for more than a year.  Now that I’m off those drugs I won’t have any trouble getting hard and since I’ve been cumming regularly I’m sure I’ll last long enough for you.  Just lie here on the floor while I get a towel.  I wouldn’t want to damage the carpet.

I made her suck my cock to make me hard.  Not surprisingly, I had no difficulty getting and maintaining my erection.  I plunged it into her cunt, not caring whether she was lubricated or not.  I pumped her hard and just before cumming I pulled out and moved up to her face.  “Open up and swallow.”  She was reluctant, but she did open her mouth just in time.  I poured what seemed to be a gallon of semen down her throat.  “That was good, Maxine.  Apparently you did learn something worthwhile with Richie.  Now, go home and I’ll pick you up around nine o’clock.  Get a sitter and tell her that you’ll be gone all day.  If they keep you there I’ll move back home.  I’ll wait for you—as long as it takes.  You’ll wear the belt once you’ve been released.  In spite of everything I still love you.  There will be some other changes, but nothing you can’t handle…nothing more than you expected me to do.”  Maxine sat on the chair and cried.  She finally realized what she had and what she had wasted.

After picking her up the following morning I explained that I had been working very closely with the police.  She’d find out how closely soon enough.  “They have you on video at least ten times snorting cocaine which is bad enough, but the main charge has to do with the drug you used on me.  It’s banned in the U.S. because it’s so dangerous.  Don’t even think of denying your involvement.  They executed a search warrant that evening just before I left—while you were supposed to be working for Richie instead of working under Richie.  They have you cold.  I strongly suggest you wait until you have counsel—don’t expect me to pay for one—and then try to trade your testimony for reduced time and charges.  They do that all the time and they’ve told me that they will trade.  I think you’ll still have to plead guilty to some felony, but you’ll get a suspended or reduced sentence.

“Okay, we’re here.  Let’s go.  Remember to keep your mouth shut.”  We walked together into the station.  “Maxine, this is Sgt. Rizzo; you need to go with her.  By surrendering like this, you’re technically not arrested, but you still need to be processed.”

“Processed?”

“Yes,” Sgt. Rizzo replied, “stripped and cavity searched.  I’ll also read you your rights and ask you to sign a document stating that I’ve done that.  We have a public defender here for you until you can get your own attorney.  I suggest you follow his advice.  You’re in a lot of trouble, Maxine.  You could get ten years.”

“Ten years?  I didn’t even know those drugs were illegal.”

“I suggest you remain silent.  I’ve gotten to know your husband over the past month and I like him, so as a favor to him…button up!”  Sgt. Rizzo took Maxine by the arm and led her away.  She turned just before passing through the door and winked.  I blew her a kiss in reply.

Maxine asked for me to be present during her questioning.  Tina—Sgt. Rizzo—brought me to her.  We whispered some plans as we worked our way through the building.  She did search me, laughing as she claimed it was standard procedure.  “You going to strip me?”

“Yeah, but not here, John.  I can’t wait until you make her your slave.”

“Seems fair, she was going to do it to me.  How’s she doing?  What should I expect?”

“Well, I’d say she’s terrified…and extremely vulnerable.  I hope she follows her attorney’s advice.”  She stopped at a door, knocked, and we entered.  Maxine sat at a table, tears in her eyes, wearing the most unflattering orange jumpsuit.  Next to her was a young man in a gray suit and wire rim glasses—obviously a public defender.  Sgt. Rizzo introduced me, turned and left. 

I sat and the lawyer began, “I think we can challenge the recordings if you’ll say you were acting on behalf of the police.  That way they’d need a warrant which they didn’t have.”

“So, is this what they teach in law school these days…suborning perjury?  Those recordings were done by a private detective because I was sure my dear wife was fucking someone else.  Nobody forced her to do that and nobody forced her to do those drugs.  I assure you, she definitely knows how to say ‘no.’  She said it to me plenty of times when I asked for sex, but she managed to fuck some loser drug dealer on a daily basis.  Forget it…I’m not going to lie.  I think her best chance is to sell her testimony for a plea bargain.  Even if the videos were thrown out they still have the drug she used on me with her fingerprints all over the bottle and traces of it in my blood.  If this is why you wanted me I might as well go home.  I’d like to see my daughter.”

“Please, John…I want you to stay.”  Turning to the attorney she continued, “I value John’s opinion.  That’s one thing I’ve learned from this mess.  Please try to work out a deal.  I’ll testify even though I’m terrified of Richie and his friends.  I thought I loved him, but I can see now that he’s a thug.”  The attorney rose and knocked on the door.  It was opened from the outside and he left.

“Oh God, John, I never thought anything like this would happen.”

“Truthfully, Maxine, you never thought…period.  What the hell happened to you?  You were always so level headed; next thing you’re making me your slave, telling me all those lies, and all on the advice of a total stranger.  Okay…not a TOTAL stranger—you did fuck him more times in a month than you did me in four years.  However, that will change if and when you get out of here.”  We were interrupted by the arrival of two detectives.  They turned on a laptop and played “excerpts” of Maxine’s drug use and sexual activities.  They also showed her the evidence involving the opiate she used to destroy the few erections and orgasms I was permitted.

Finally, she asked, “What do you want and what will I get?”

“We’ll give you a plea bargain.  Let’s wait until your attorney returns.  I understand he’s working out a deal as we sit here.  Can we get you something to drink?”

Maxine declined, but I asked if the coffee was decent.  “Yeah, believe it or not we have one of those single cup brewers.  I accepted a cup—black, no sugar.  An hour later the bargain was set.  Maxine would plead guilty to possession of a controlled substance and receive a suspended sentence and five years probation, including regular visits to a probation officer and urine and blood testing.  In return she would give a deposition and later testify at Richie’s trial.  She was released in my custody.  We finally walked out of the station around three that afternoon.

Back in my apartment I told her to strip.  Once naked I made her put on the chastity belt.  “Get dressed and go home.”  Handing her a slip of paper I continued, “Be at this address tonight at 8:00 sharp.  Don’t be late.  Oh, yeah…don’t forget to phone me if you need  to…well, you know.  Wear a top and a pair of shorts—no bra and no panties when you show up tonight.  We’re going to celebrate.  Isn’t that what you told me when you set me up at Richie’s club?”

“Are you ever going to forgive me?”

“Maybe, but not for at least the first eighteen months; for now, be satisfied to know that I still love you and I’m not throwing you away.  Here’s money for the sitter.  Now get going”

Maxine arrived early, walked to the door and read the note: “Remove your clothes and put on the leather ankle and wrist cuffs, locking them in place.  Come into the living room and kneel.  Wait there.”  Maxine looked up and down the street.  Fortunately it was deserted.  She decided to put on the cuffs first so she wouldn’t be exposed for so long.  Had she realized she was being watched she might have followed the directions more precisely.  She walked into the strange house at 8:15 and knelt in the living room.

I strolled in naked, handcuffs and chains in my hands.  “Hands behind your back, Maxine.” Once she was handcuffed I asked her, “Is that too tight?”  After shaking her head no, I fastened her ankle cuffs together and ran a chain from her cuffs to her ankles.  A small padlock was all that was required to bind her securely.

“Okay, Maxine here’s what’s going to happen.  In a few minutes my lover will walk in here with an airbed.  We’re going to make love right here in front of you.  Don’t be surprised.  Some women actually find me attractive enough to want to fuck me.  Ever eaten a pussy?  You will tonight and you’ll suck my cum from her cunt.  Then you’ll clean my cock.  I think I might have you lick my ass.  Maybe you’ll get lucky and I’ll give you a couple of farts just to spice things up a bit.  Oh…don’t cry, Maxine.  This is exactly what you wanted from me, isn’t it?  Ahhh, here she is now.”

“Well, hi there, Maxine.  I’ll bet you didn’t expect to see me again so soon, did you?  Like me out of uniform?  I’m younger than you and I’ll bet I have a better body.  Most of all, I just love fucking your husband.  He’s such a considerate lover.”

“Sgt. Rizzo?”

“In the flesh…oh, I guess that was a bad joke.  When John came in to report Richie for his drug activity we worked closely until one day when he got up the nerve to ask me to dinner.  The rest, as they say, is history.  We never did make the restaurant, did we darling?”

“No, we made love right here on the floor all night.  I was sore as hell the next day, but it was worth every ache and pain to find someone who appreciates me.  Now, watch and learn.  If you turn away you’ll be punished.  You already have one coming for not following directions outside.

Tina laid the bed onto the floor and we dropped a sheet over it.  She knelt to massage my cock to firmness then Maxine watched in amazement as it disappeared down her throat.  Tina pulled back and looked at Maxine, “I love the taste of him.  His pre-cum is just delicious.”  She licked the oozing liquid from my tip, savoring every drop.  She wiped some with her finger and placed it at Maxine’s mouth.  Obediently, she opened and licked Tina’s fingers clean.  “Good girl; maybe there’s hope for you yet.  Just obey and you’ll be fine.”

I took the opportunity during this brief discussion to kneel facing my lover.    I hefted her luscious firm C-cup breasts in my hands, bringing my mouth to one to suckle.  “Oh, John…that feels so great.  I want you now.”  I took the hint and lay back so Tina could straddle me.  Her short black hair framed her face with her high cheek bones and flashing brown eyes as she sank onto my hard erection.  Her mouth formed a perfect “O” as she expressed her rapture silently.  Tina sat there, unmoving, eyes closed.  “Damn, Maxine, what the fuck’s wrong with you.  This cock is driving me crazy and I’m not even moving.  He’s filling me up just fine.  Okay, baby here we go.”

Tina began a slow sensual rocking motion.  Her full breasts moved in time as I reached up to massage her tender tissue and roll her nipples between my fingers.  I couldn’t take my eyes off her beautiful toned body, the body that had given me such pleasure over the past three weeks—more pleasure than I’d had with Maxine in the past six years or more.

I rose to meet her and glanced at Maxine.  Her eyes were glued on Tina’s hard body as she rode my cock.  Up and down, back and forth this incredible woman rode me, making the friction we’d need to reach our orgasms.  Cumming was necessary for what we wanted to achieve—humiliating Maxine and driving her swiftly into slavery—the same slavery she had planned for me.  Several minutes later I came, blowing what seemed like gallons of cum into Tina’s snatch.  I rested for a few seconds before telling Maxine to get ready.

“You’re always going to be a part of our love-making, Maxine.  Put your head up and lick Tina clean.  Be sure to suck all that delicious cum from her cunt.”  Tina stood and lowered her body to Maxine’s mouth.  Maxine covered Tina’s snatch with her mouth.  I saw the tears falling from her eyes.  At the last second she pulled back, shaking her head “no.”  Tina lashed her back with the crop she’d hidden in the chair and Maxine howled in pain.

“You never pull away from either one of us.  Do you understand, bitch?”  Tina belted her again, raising a welt almost immediately as the crop took its toll on Maxine’s tender skin.

“Hold it a second, Tina. Let me explain the facts of life to you, Maxine.  You’re finished.  You have no future other than what Tina and I are willing to give you.  You had a job, but that’s gone forever.  Who would hire you—a confessed and soon to be convicted felon?  Frank has told me that if we were to divorce I’d almost certainly get custody…and the house.  Besides, one word from me and your probation would disappear.  You’d go to prison, so get your mouth open and your tongue active.  You’ve still got to take care of my cock.  If you don’t…well, we have no real use for you, do we?”

Maxine knew she was beaten.  She moved back forward and took Tina into her mouth.  It was funny watching her lick up the semen as it dripped from Tina—not ha-ha funny, pathetic funny.  I felt great finally getting the best of her after all she put me through.  Maxine lapped Tina’s cunt for more than five minutes as Tina directed her here and there.  Finally satisfied, she pushed Maxine forward to my cock.  “Lick up everything on his cock and abdomen, cunt.  I don’t want to see anything on him or I’ll beat you until you bleed.”  Nothing like a little encouragement to motivate my wife!  I couldn’t hold back a little chuckle as Maxine licked and sucked everything from my organ.

I let her relax once she was done.  She was able to sit on the floor once I had released her bondage.  “Let’s get started with a few rules.  First—you will never wear either a bra or panties at home.  A simple top and pants is all while our daughter is around and awake.  Once she is in bed you will be naked.  Failure to comply will result in punishment.  You just had a little taste.  Later you’ll get the full treatment for failing to comply with your written instructions when you arrived here.  Remember what Tina told you—obey and you’ll be fine.  Obviously, the opposite is also true.

“Now, let’s go through some positions.”

“What?”

“Positions for you to assume when instructed.  Stand up, feet shoulder distance apart, hands clasped in the small of your back, tits and cunt pushed forward.  That hair around your cunt has to go.  We’ll have to shave it when we have a chance.  Help her, will you Tina?  Good, that will be position 1.  You will assume it whenever directed.

“Now kneel, legs as far apart as possible.  You need to go back to the gym or work out to get more flexibility.  Okay…hands clasped behind your head, tits and cunt pushed forward.  That’s position 2.

“Next, while kneeling, head on the floor, ass and cunt up in the air, hands in the small of your back.  That’s position 3.”  For position four she had to spread her legs and bend forward to clasp her ankles securely.

We ran her through the positions until she had worked up a sweat.  Then we stopped and allowed her a drink before taking her to the basement for her punishment.  Her chastity belt fell to the floor as I cuffed her hands again and stretched her vertically using the same “rope over the beam” that she had used on me.  I love poetic justice.

Tina punished her.  I didn’t trust myself; I was afraid I’d kill her and I didn’t want that.  She began with a rectangular leather paddle to warm her ass a bit before switching over to a cane after forty paddles—twenty on each cheek.  Thirty minutes later she was done.  I stepped behind her and forced my cock into her ass.  I fucked her hard—no lube—and she howled in pain until I came all over her back.  Tina rubbed it into her skin.  We laughed at her humiliation.  We let her shower and shave before replacing the chastity belt over her newly naked cunt and sending her home around eleven.

I moved back in the following day, picking up my daughter Alicia and hugging her when I walked in the door.  I also hugged Maxine, sliding my hand under her top and shorts to verify that she had followed her instructions—no bra, no panties.  Alicia “helped” me move back in and we were done by the time our new bed was delivered.  “It’s a king, Maxine, unless you want to sleep on the floor.”  I introduced Tina to Alicia once her shift was over, “Alicia, I want you to meet your Aunt Tina.  She’s a police officer and she’s going to live with us.  Isn’t that nice?”  Tina gave her a big hug and promised to play with her once she had changed out of her uniform.    So began the period of Maxine’s slavery.  Three months later I thought everything was in place.  Tina had bonded with Alicia and Maxine had mostly accepted her role, complaining or slow to respond to directions only occasionally.  She either gave us oral sex daily or cleaned us after our mating.  We paddled and caned her into submission in the basement at least four times a week.

Maxine’s court date was set for a Thursday.  I removed her chastity belt before she showered and dressed, bra and panties allowed for court.  I drove with her to the hearing expecting a brief conclusion to this episode, but I was terribly wrong.

The case was called; I sat in the row behind Maxine and her court appointed attorney.  The judge read from a prepared statement.  I thought that might be trouble and I was right. He rejected the plea agreement, insisting on punishment, sentencing Maxine to eighteen months in medium security at the state penitentiary, stating that the nature of her infractions, especially drugging her husband for more than a year without his knowledge or permission, warranted a prison term.   Maxine was led away in tears. Later that evening Tina explained that Maxine had drawn a “hanging judge,” one who believed firmly in the benefits of punishment.  With good behavior Maxine could be out in nine or ten months.  I was really glad that Alicia was young enough that she’d almost certainly forget all about this.

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NINE YEARS LATER

Alicia walked into the kitchen smiling; it was her twelfth birthday.  “Happy birthday, Pumpkin,” I said as I hugged my pre-adolescent daughter.  “I think you’re old enough to understand a few things about our family now.  Do you know what a hierarchy is, Honey?”

“Sure, Daddy—like the army with generals and privates and stuff.”

“Right…now who are the generals here in our home?”

“Um…you and Aunt Tina?”

“Right again…you’re very observant.  And who is the private?”

“Mommy?”

“Yes, dear and who is in between?”

“Me?”

“Very good…from this day forward you are above your mother.  You can follow Tina or me in how to handle her.”  I explained everything that had occurred and Alicia shot her mother several angry glances.  “Maxine, strip…now.”

“No…please…please no.”

“You’ve just earned a punishment.  Now--do it before you make it worse.”  Reluctantly, she removed her top and slacks.  She hung them neatly on a chair as she had been instructed years ago.  She stood now, naked except for her chastity belt, before her young daughter.  “Position 2!”  She dropped immediately, fearful of punishment—the cane or crop she’d tasted so many times.

“See, Alicia…she was born to serve.  Soon she’ll respond to you the way she does to us and to help you along the way you can punish her today.  Think of it as a special birthday present.  Downstairs, Maxine; put on the cuffs and fasten yourself to the rope.  We’ll be down in a minute.”  My wife jumped up and ran down the stairs while I explained that we wanted to hurt Mommy, but not injure her.  “If she’s injured she won’t be able to do all the work around here. Remember…she is our slave—the person who is designated to do our work.  If she doesn’t then we’ll have to.  Does that make sense to you?”

“Yes, Daddy; will you show me what to do?”

“I will, Honey,” Tina replied.  “I do it most of the time.  I really enjoy making her suffer for what she did to your dad.”  We walked downstairs, a happy family together—united in our purpose to beat Maxine until she bled, listening to her screams in the morning—a wonderful way to start the day.

Maxine was stretched up to the beam.  Her legs were spread apart and secured.  A press of the remote dropped the chastity belt and the dildos to the floor.  “Remember, Pumpkin—hurt, but don’t injure.  Striking her with those dildos in her could cause permanent injury.

“Maxine, it’s unfortunate that you refused. You were almost through an entire week without a punishment.  Now you’ll have to start all over.  I remember what that old witch Dr. Gruen told you, Maxine, about hope being a powerful weapon.  The only difference is that your hopes have realistic consequences.  What do you have to say for yourself?”

“I’m sorry, sir.  It won’t happen again.  I’ll strip down for Alicia whenever requested, sir.”

“I hope so…we’ll see.  Listen closely to Tina, Pumpkin.  She’s an expert at paddling and caning your mother.  She’s had lots of practice, unfortunately.  Your mother makes lots of mistakes.”  Alicia went with Tina to the cabinet where the S&M implements were kept.  Before today it was kept locked; now there was no reason.  I sat back and relaxed.  My lot had improved tremendously since leaving Maxine years ago.  I had sued Dr. Gruen for malpractice and a host of other charges only an attorney could understand.  Her insurance company settled for 1.6 million dollars.  I received just over a million after Frank took his thirty-five percent.  I had also sued Richie and his partners.  There were too many alleged wrongs to count.  They settled rather than risk a trial at 2.4 million.  I was now a rich man.

My business also flourished thanks to Tina’s connections with the police officers’ union.  I was now their official financial consultant, doing more than ten million dollars business annually.  My commissions were well over 100,000 a year.  Tina was now a lieutenant, earning as much as I did.  Things could not have been better.  My thoughts were interrupted by Maxine’s first scream.  Alicia must have struck a nerve.  Tina moved forward with a ball gag; Maxine opened up obediently, afraid of a worse punishment.  She really was such a baby!

I could hear Tina as she showed Alicia the cane.  She took a few practice swings and smiled, apparently liking the swish it made through the air.  “Remember, Honey, one strike for each year.  Take your time and aim carefully.  Try to spread the blows all over hr ass.”  While Alicia prepared for the real punishment—we never considered paddling a punishment; it was nothing more than warming Maxine up for the real deal—I removed my clothing.  We sometimes tempered Maxine’s punishment with some sex.  Nine years of this treatment had turned her into a pain slut.  We never allowed her the chance of an orgasm unless she was really hurting.  Of course, we hurt her plenty of times without giving her relief.  Her last “O” was more than a month ago.  She cringed whenever I suggested she go as long as I was forced to endure.  I was strict with her, but I was never cruel.  I felt that she had been terribly cruel to me, but I just couldn’t bring myself to return the favor.  I usually took care of her once a month unless she did something to really piss me off.

I could hear Alicia counting, “…ten…eleven…twelve.”  I smiled as I stepped behind Maxine, plunging my hard cock deep into her dripping pussy.  Her cunt always oozed nectar when she was punished.  I looked down to find a puddle under her.  It wasn’t unusual.  My cock drove relentlessly into her, pounding her tender tissues without mercy.  My hands removed the gag to reveal her moans of pleasure.  I was about to cum when I pinched and twisted her clit.  She screamed from the pain, but experienced a massive orgasm that shook her body like a leaf in a tornado.  I leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “I guess you were right, Maxine.  Denial does have its benefits.”  She slumped in her restraints, totally exhausted until she replied, “Yes, sir…thank you, sir.”  I pulled out and walked around her while Tina lowered her arms.  Maxine fell to her knees, opened her mouth and licked her juices from my body.  Yes, denial certainly had its place, so long as it wasn’t me on the receiving end.

I sometimes place myself in one of the roles as I read through stories.  That’s what I did in “The Proposition” by Wayne C. Rogers.  This is how the story ends if I’m William, Danielle’s husband/slave.

I lay there trying to get comfortable on the floor.  I had slept on worse as a Zen student in California, but that was years ago and I had grown accustomed to the softness of our bed and the touch of my Mistress’ body through the night.  My mind wandered at first, but in time I began to focus on what had happened.  Danielle had offered herself to this Stuart and he had moved right in as her Master.  I had more problems than I could count dealing with this situation.  Granted that I was Danielle’s slave, but I was a voluntary one.  I had limits beyond which I would never go—I’d rather die first--despite what I had told Danielle and what she had demanded of me.

I would readily admit to being a homophobe.  I thought homosexuality was revolting.  I couldn’t even stand to watch lesbian sex in porn.  I could see the future—my future--as clear as day.  Stuart would dominate Danielle and in the process would take steps to completely dominate and control me.  Watching them fuck and then cleaning her out was but the first step in what Danielle thought was “the ideal triangle,” but I thought was a nightmare.  How long before his cock was in my mouth?  How long before it was up my ass?  If I went along I’d bet less than a week.  I’d like to think that Danielle would intervene, recognizing and accepting my revulsion, but that obviously wasn’t going to happen.  So far she’d almost destroyed our relationship at his behest.  No more sex with my wife--I’d never explained it to Danielle, but this was how and why I had always known that her affairs meant nothing to her.  It was how I knew that she still loved me—how our marriage had endured.  No more sleeping in her bed and the final indignity—peeing in my mouth.  She had never even considered it before.  I knew she thought it disgusting and she had much more effective ways of dominating and controlling me.  No, I couldn’t count on Danielle.  I’d have to deal with it myself.  I spent the next hour developing and critiquing plans.  I had something concrete in mind by the time I fell asleep two hours later.

It was light when Danielle woke me by straddling my head.  I knew immediately what she intended.  “Please don’t, Danielle.  Please!  I can’t….”

“It’s what my Master wants so it’s what you’ll do.  Now shut up and open your mouth.  I don’t want to see you spill even a single drop.  I’ll punish you if you do.  I’ll tell you up front that I’m just looking for an excuse.  You’re going to be so submissive by the time Stuart comes on Thursday I doubt you’ll recognize yourself.”  She leaned forward and let go.  It came in a torrent rather than a trickle.  I gulped it down as best I could, but I couldn’t keep up.  It flowed over my cheeks, onto her thighs and down to the blanket, mixing with my tears.  She slapped me hard—the first time she had ever struck me—as she whispered, “You dumb shit; you just earned yourself a real whipping, but not now.  I’m going to do it Thursday when Stuart is here and don’t even think of begging for mercy because you’ll get none.  Now lick my thighs clean.”  I was bawling as I cleaned my Mistress.  “Oh, yeah—forget about even masturbating.  Stuart suggested placing you in chastity and I’m going to do it.  I’m going on line now.  Then you’ll really be under my control—and Stuart’s, too.  Now, clean yourself up and make breakfast.  The kids have already eaten so it will just be the two of us.”

Had I any doubts what I had to do they disappeared that moment.  This was going to be a matter of my survival—plain and simple.  I cleaned up, showering and shaving, before moving to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the two of us.  Then I cleaned up and we took the kids up to see the petroglyphs in Red Rock Canyon.  Lizy and Steve always enjoyed finding primitive rock carvings that were off the beaten trail.  As always, I brought my handmade snake rod.  I’d attended UNLV as a kid and earned plenty of spending money catching various species of rattlers and selling them to research labs both at the university and elsewhere.  This area was often inhabited by the dangerous Western Diamondback and the highly venomous Mohave, also known locally as the Horned Rattlesnake.  It gave me another idea, one that would be easy to bring to completion.

We trekked up some of the lesser trails and the kids were thrilled to find three petroglyphs they’d never seen before.  I held the paper taut along the rock while they made tracings with a charcoal.  All in all it was a most enjoyable afternoon.  I wasn’t looking forward to the evening when Mistress Danielle and I would be alone again in her room.  She had me eat her hairy pussy to four orgasms before peeing again into my mouth.  I slept on the floor again as I did the night before, this time with a blanket that smelled of her morning urine.  I was actually thrilled that I had to work on Sunday.

I drove to the casino a bit early for my noon to eight shift at the blackjack tables.  I was one of their better dealers, both from a technical viewpoint as well as table awareness.  This year alone I’d caught several cheaters, including a ring that had been cleaning up at the casinos’ expense for more than six months.  I drove to the far rear of the lot, back where they were building a new multilevel parking facility.  It would allow the casino and attached hotel to expand onto the land previously needed for parking.  Sunday was ideal for me—the only day when no construction was underway.  I had the run of the area and soon found exactly what I was looking for.  I grabbed three, all about the same length, and put them into a black plastic trash bag in the back of my SUV.  I moved the car closer to the casino and walked in to begin my day.

I was in the locker room changing into my dealer’s uniform when my close associate Jerry Palmer joined me.  “Geez, William—you look like shit.”

“Yeah, I feel like it, too.  Say, think you could put me up a couple of nights, like Wednesday and Thursday?  I’m having some problems with the wife and….”

“No problemo, partner.  Here, take my spare key.  You know where I live.  You can stay as long as you like or as long as your back can take my couch.”  He handed me the key as I thanked him profusely.  I walked out to the floor in search of my pit boss.  I’d need Thursday off even if I didn’t go home—especially if I didn’t go home.

The next two days were better at home as I made every effort to be as submissive as humanly possible.  Danielle still insisted on peeing in my mouth, but the presence of the children made it difficult to truly debase me.  Everything came to a head Wednesday afternoon at 4:30 once my shift had ended.  I phoned Danielle.

“Hello, slave…shouldn’t you be home by now? What’s keeping you?”

I took a deep breath.  “You are, Danielle.  I won’t be coming home.  I can’t.”

“What do you mean?  You are my slave; you’ll do whatever I tell you to.  Come home…now!”

“You told me just last week not to be a martyr—to tell you when things became too intense.  That’s what I’m doing.  This whole thing with Stuart is too much for me.  I still love you, but I hate your fantasy and I hate what Stuart is doing to you…to us.”

“You promised you would never leave me.”

“Yes, I did, but then you changed all the rules, Danielle.  You promised me that your liaisons would never affect our relationship.  Is that true now?  I think not. Do you know why I loved making love to you?  It had everything to do with your affairs.  After having sex with all those men I knew you were coming back to me—that you were still mine--that it was me that you loved.  I don’t feel that now and I don’t know if I can again.  I was and still am more than willing to be your slave, but I am not at all willing to be Stuart’s.

“You kept that fantasy a secret from me.  Well, I have a few secrets from you, my dear.  I hate homosexuality.  While you’re making me so totally submissive to you and to Stuart, how long do you think it will be before his cock is in my mouth?  How much more humiliating will that be than just watching the two of you fuck?  How long before he decides he wants to fuck my ass just to show me how little I matter?”

“I wouldn’t let him do that to you, William.”

“Excuse me for laughing, Danielle, but you haven’t exactly stood up to him yet so why would I think you’d do it about that.  You have a lot to learn about being a slave.  Here’s another thought—how long will he be satisfied with one or two times a week?  How long before he decides you are to fuck nobody but him?  How much did he pay you last week?”

“Umm…he didn’t.”

“Of course not.  Masters do not pay for sex with their slaves.  You’ll never see that $2,000 a month, and if you lose me you’ll lose my earnings, as well.  You can have him if you wish, Danielle or you can have me, but you can’t have both of us.  I just can’t do it.”

“William,” she was crying now, “I’m sorry I hurt you…I really am, but please don’t make me choose.”

“I have no other choice, Danielle.  I’m sorry.”  I ended the call and climbed back into my car.  I still had other preparations to make.  My first stop was Goodwill where I bought a nice and barely used jogging suit, a pair of socks, and some running shoes that were a bit dirty, but otherwise unused.  I also bought a baseball cap and one of those knit caps that guys wear in cold weather.  My next stop was the Home Depot where I bought several tools—a cheap claw hammer, a small pry bar, a one-inch wide steel putty knife, an inexpensive razor knife, a powerful head-mounted flashlight similar to those worn by miners, a pair of strong vinyl gloves like those used for dishwashing, and a roll of heavy duty duct tape.  I used the remaining hours of daylight to do some research.

Back in the days when I harvested rattlesnakes I had found an old mine up in the mountains.  I recalled seeing dozens of snakes there over the four years I was a student.  Now I wanted to find that mine again.  There had been a lot of development in that area just west of North Las Vegas, but this mine was well back in the mountains off a small valley.  I was surprised at the ease with which I found it. Like most of the old mines in the area it had been blocked off to prevent hikers from entering.  Using my pry bar I was able to loosen the nails on the left side of the barrier so I could fit easily through the gap between the plywood and the pole.  I could hear the rattles immediately.  They were back a bit from the entrance, maybe ten or fifteen feet.  They retreated back along the walls as I walked in, exactly as I anticipated.

Rattlesnakes, like most—but not all—poisonous snakes prefer to be left alone.  They have poison sure, but they need it to kill and capture prey and it’s not in endless supply.  It is rare that a snake will bite unless it is seriously threatened, and today I wasn’t interested.  I walked unmolested back to the shaft.  It was deep—very deep—and wide—probably ten feet by ten--perfect for what I had in mind.  I dropped a small rock and counted.  It was more than five seconds before I heard the splash below.  I wasn’t a physicist, but I knew it had to be well more than a hundred feet deep. I backed out, refastened the plywood to the pole outside the entrance, and left.

I made note of the distance and time it took to drive from the mine to Stuart’s home.  It was most considerate of him to have a listed phone; I was able to learn his address in seconds.  The sun had set by the time I cruised down his street.  He lived in a fairly new upscale development.  The houses were large with plenty of land, at least an acre each by my estimate.  Stuart’s sat alone at the end of a cul-se-sac, the development obviously and severely affected by the crash in the housing market.  I made a u-turn and drove around to the next block even as I wondered if this was Stuart’s project and how badly he had been impacted.  There were no houses here although the land had been divided into lots for future development.  This would be almost perfect for my plans.  I snuck carefully through the rocky terrain and cactus, easily finding my way to his back yard.  I could see and hear him on the kitchen phone—he was laughing and bragging about his recent conquest, how he had made her his slave, and how he planned to take over her life, her family, and most importantly her money.  Then he’d dump her and find another sucker.  I was pleased to notice the back door.  I’d test it the following afternoon when Stuart was fucking my wife.

Back in the car I drove immediately to Jerry’s apartment.  He welcomed me, never once asking where I had been in the hours since our shift had ended.  “I know you well enough, William to know that something’s up.  I don’t want to know any details, but will you need an alibi?”

I just nodded.  “Done; I’m sure, whatever it is, that you have a good reason.”

“The best,” I replied, “my very survival and the survival of my marriage.”

“Don’t get any better than that.”  Jerry patted my shoulder and showed me where the bathroom was.  I showered, dreaming of my wife/mistress and wondering what she had told the kids.  I cried myself to sleep.

I slept fitfully, rising in mid-morning and going out for a quick bite and coffee at Dunkin Donuts.  Then I went to the public library where I used Google and Bing to look up Stuart Hamilton.  There were plenty of articles that I skimmed over—appearances at charity balls, and donations to UNLV were not what I was after.  Finally, after almost two hours I found what I was looking for, an article from more than four years ago—“Local Developer Crippled by Housing Crash.”  I was right; Stuart owned the area where he lived, but was unable to sell even a single lot after the crash.  Lots originally priced at $200,000 or more were now bargain basement priced at $95,000 and there were few potential buyers even at that price.  Stuart needed money and it looked like Danielle was going to be one of the sources.

I left around one and drove to Stuart’s street, arriving just in time to see him rush out into his car.  I followed him for a while until I was sure he was heading for Danielle’s.  Then I turned around and drove to the street behind his house.  Sitting in the car I changed into my jogging suit, socks, and running shoes.  The ball cap completed my outfit.  I wasn’t about to take a chance of blood or other evidence on my own clothing.  Nor was I going to leave fibers that could be traced back to me.  Should I be seen I’d be just another health-conscious jogger—there were thousands in the Vegas area.  Once the tail gate was opened I donned my gloves and began to assemble my tools, taping the three pieces of rebar together.  I had read online that number 5 rebar weighed about a pound per linear foot.  My three sections, each roughly three feet long would amount to a nine-pound cudgel, one that I hoped would crush Stuart’s skull to mush.

I maintained a low profile as I snuck through the brush.  My only tool was the putty knife which I wedged between the inexpensive molding and the door jamb until I was able to slip the lock.  I opened the door half expecting to hear an alarm, but it was silent.  I snuck inside and wandered quickly through the first floor of the house.  I found an alarm panel by the front door, but I could see it wasn’t armed.  He had left for Danielle without setting the alarm.  Had it been set I would be out the back door and gone before the police arrived.  Once they had gone I would repeat again and again until they thought the system was shorted out.  Then--and only then--would I enter the house.

I retreated to my SUV for my rebar and the duct tape.  There was a door from the garage to the laundry room and kitchen and I was betting Stuart would use that if he returned that night.  I was able to stand between the wall and the washing machine behind the door where I’d hopefully intercept him and knock him unconscious or kill him outright, although I was hoping he’d survive so I could punish him for what he’d tried to do to Danielle and me.

I was there for more than an hour when my phone vibrated.  It was Danielle.  “Oh, William—he hurt me.  He punched me in my face and body because you weren’t here.  Won’t you please come home?”

“No, Danielle you should have considered this before acting out your idiotic fantasy.  You know as well as I do that slaves are punished.  Haven’t you punished me?”

“Yes, of course, but I never really hurt you, did I?  He hurt me.  My face is bruised and swollen.  Please come home.”

“Is he still there?  Is he staying the night?”

“Yes, he’s still here, but he says he can’t stay overnight.  He has an important meeting first thing in the morning.  Here, I want you to speak with him.”

“What a coward you are.  You’ll allow your Mistress to be injured because you’re not even the lowest kind of man.  No wonder you’re a slave.  That’s better than you deserve.”

“Maybe, but what kind of man punches a defenseless woman?  We’ll meet one of these days and I doubt you’ll like the result.”  I ended the call and turned my phone off before I said anything that would give away my plans.  I leaned against the wall to rest and relax while I waited.

It was almost three hours later that I heard the garage door open and the car, a recent model Escalade, drive into the garage.  I picked up the rebar, hoisted it over my head and waited.  As I expected, he entered through the laundry room door.  He hadn’t taken two steps when I swung down with all my strength.  To my surprise he staggered, but didn’t go down.  I swung again and this time he fell to the floor.  I dropped the rebar and unwound a strip of duct tape.  I pulled his arms straight back with his palms facing outward while I ran eight or ten winds of tape around his wrists.  Next I taped his ankles together and wrapped several turns around his head effectively gagging him to silence.  I finished the job by taping his elbows together and his knees, as well.  I put the knit cap over his head to staunch any bleeding and dragged him out to the Escalade, loading him into the rear seat.  I opened the garage door and backed out into the street.

My adrenaline was pumping as I drove away en route to the mine; I was sure my heartbeat was 150 or higher.  I stopped first at my SUV for my snake rod, my head-mounted flashlight, and the rest of my tools.  I dropped off the duct tape and putty knife. Up the highway into the mountains I drove, keeping the big vehicle under the speed limit.  I was at the mine less than an hour later.  It was dark as pitch when I turned out the car’s lights.

Pulling the plywood away from the pole was a breeze.  Dragging Stuart through the space was harder.  He was dead weight even though he wasn’t quite dead.  Once in by the mine shaft I returned to his car for my snake rod, the razor knife, and a bottle of water I’d taken from his refrigerator.  I poured the water over his face, reviving him.  I cut and pulled the duct tape from his head and mouth so he could speak.  “Hi there, Stuart, I told you that you wouldn’t like the results of our meeting.  Believe me now? I’ve only just begun.  See this, it’s a snake rod.  I usually use it to keep snakes away, but now I’m bringing them to you.  I saw a beautiful big Mohave rattler here yesterday.  I’ll bet he’ll bite you a couple of times by the time I’m done tormenting him.  I’m told that a snake bite can be excruciatingly painful.  I hope so because it will be the last thing you’ll remember before you die.”

“Don’t…please…I’ll leave Danielle alone.  This slave thing was all her idea anyway.”

“Too late for that, Stuart--you made her do terrible things to me and now you’ve beaten her.  You deserve this and more.”  I stood and aimed the light on my head toward the side of the cave where several rattlers waited.  Stuart tried to escape, but his efforts were pitiful and completely useless.  A kick in the ribs stilled him.  The constant rattling told me just how nervous the snakes were.  I pulled Stuart’s pants leg up over his knee as I leaned forward with the snake rod.  I used the bent section at the end to pull the Mohave toward us.  He tried to get away, but every time he did I moved the crook to pull him closer.  He made several false strikes in his frustration, but I continued until he was less than a foot from Stuart’s leg.  Now I changed tactics, hitting the snake to rouse its anger.  Suddenly, it struck, biting deeply into his calf muscle.  Stuart screamed in pain; it was music to my ears.  I let the Mohave go and targeted another snake, a Western Diamondback about five feet long.  It too struck and bit into Stuart’s calf after I had tormented it cruelly.  I dropped the snake rod and cut the tape from Stuart’s body; he was beyond resisting.  Before pushing him into the abyss I removed his wallet and counted out eight hundred dollars—payment for what he had done to Danielle and me.  I stuffed the wallet back into his pocket and rolled him toward the mine shaft.  I shoved him with my foot once he was at the edge.  I heard his body ricochet off the walls several times as he fell then I welcomed the sound of the splash at the bottom of the shaft.  The tape was gathered up along with the water bottle and my tools.  I backed out of the cave toward the car.  Everything went into the black trash bag for disposal after the plywood barrier was firmly reattached.  A huge smile on my face, I drove back down.  With luck it would be twenty years or longer before Stuart’s body was discovered.  Even if the cave was opened it was still unlikely that anyone could see all the way down that black pit to the bottom.

I returned Stuart’s Escalade to the garage, exited out the rear kitchen door and fixed the loose molding before walking slowly back to my SUV.  I changed out of my outfit back into my own clothes.  My Goodwill clothes went into a brown bag from the supermarket.  I dropped it into a Salvation Army bin a few minutes later.  My tools were dumped into some trash bins at a nearby strip mall.  My gloves were dropped into the dumpster at Jerry’s apartment complex.  Jerry was still up when I walked in.  One look at my face told him a lot.  “You were here with me all day, weren’t you?”

“Yes, I was…all day and all night.  Didn’t we spend the last three or four hours reviewing blackjack strategies?”  I excused myself to phone Danielle.  I feigned ignorance as I asked, “How are you?  Is he still there?”

“I’m hurt, William.  Won’t you please come home?  I need you.  I love you.”

“I love you, too.  I’ll come home, but I can’t guarantee that I’ll stay.”  I thanked Jerry as we reviewed our story once again, gathered my stuff and drove the six miles to Danielle’s home.  I took one look at her face and walked upstairs to get my pistol as though I was going to shoot that asshole.  “Please don’t, William I can’t afford to lose you.  We’ll figure out what to do.  Please, just hold me.”  I walked her to the couch and helped her down.  I removed her blouse and slacks, cringing when I saw the bruises on her ribs, back, and butt in addition to those on her face.  I was going to get some ice, but I had no idea where to put it.

“What will we do, William?  He’s coming back tomorrow afternoon.  He said he’d beat me again if you weren’t here.”  She began to cry.

I decided to come clean.  “Don’t worry, Danielle he won’t come tomorrow or any other day.  Don’t ask me about it because I’m not going to tell you.  I guarantee that you’ll never see him again.  But, now we need to call the police.  You’ll press charges for assault and anything else the cops can think of.  You’ll explain that you had an affair and we argued about it.  I stayed with my friend Jerry Palmer until you called and told me that he had beaten you.  Wouldn’t you say that was pretty much the truth?”

“Yes, but I don’t want you to be arrested.”

“They will question me, but Jerry will give me an alibi.  We sat around and played blackjack for hours, analyzing hands and probabilities until you phoned me.  Then I came right home.  Anyone in your situation would call the police.  In fact, I’m going to do it.  It’ll be better this way—believe me.  We’ll be on the offense.  Otherwise, once they find Stuart missing I’ll definitely be a suspect and I’ll be on the defensive side of the issue.”  I dialed 911, identified myself and explained, “My wife and I had an argument and I left to stay with a friend.  She’d had an affair and I was afraid I’d do or say something I’d later regret.  Instead, her boyfriend came over and when she tried to end it he beat her up.”  I stopped for a few seconds while the operator asked a few questions then I continued, “Stuart Hamilton…that’s what she told me.  I think she will need an ambulance, too.  She’s badly bruised.  I’m afraid she might have a broken rib or two.”  I gave our address and we sat back to wait for the police.

Several officers arrived minutes later.  I went to the door to greet them, pointing them to Danielle on the couch.  I had covered her with a robe, not that Danielle was ever modest.  She gave her statement--I’d caught her in an affair and we’d argued.  I’d left to stay with my friend and co-worker returning only when she phoned me to tell me that her ex-lover had beaten her up.  She explained that they had met at her job as a cocktail waitress and that he had offered her money in return for sex.  These were Las Vegas cops; I was sure they’d heard this story hundreds of times.  I’d found the money and figured out where it had come from.  I showed them the bills I had taken from Stuart’s wallet.

I was questioned and I admitted that I’d probably kill the son of a bitch if I ever saw him around Danielle again.  They told me that I could only get away with that was if I caught him fucking my wife.  Danielle commented that it was never going to happen again.  Finally, after almost an hour Danielle was taken to the hospital.  We knew that the story would make the news so I went first to see her parents and the kids to explain.  It was tough—one of the hardest things I’d ever had to do--but it was better that they learn from me than on page one of our local newspapers.  It was especially difficult for Lizy and Steve.  They knew that I hadn’t come home last night and now they knew why.  I took them with me to the hospital to see their mother.  There was a lot of crying and hugging, but not too tightly—Danielle had a cracked rib to go along with her numerous bruises.  I kissed her good night as she whispered into my ear, “You can sleep in the bed tonight and every other night, too.  I love you.”

“I’ve always loved you…even back in ancient Egypt when we first met.” I kissed her again and took the kids home.

Danielle missed more than a month of work as she recovered from her injuries.  She had a lot of vacation time accumulated, but even with that she still lost two weeks pay.  I waited on her hand and foot, but I never again was required to drink her urine.  We did agree that I was due a punishment for leaving her, but somehow that punishment never materialized.  Mostly, we talked with each other as we’d never talked before.  Our relationship grew stronger—yes, I was still her slave and she was still my Mistress.  I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

The police returned to speak with us a few days after Danielle had come home.  They wanted to know if either of us had heard from Stuart Hamilton.  “No, we haven’t,” I replied, “I’ve been home with my wife every second since her return from the hospital and I’ve answered the phone every time.”

“We haven’t been able to locate him.  His car is at his home, but he’s disappeared.  There was some slight damage to his back door, but no visible sign of forced entry.  Nothing seems to be out of place.  It’s a real mystery.  We have heard that he owed some serious money—gambling debts—in addition to the money he lost in the housing crash, but we haven’t been able to confirm anything.  Please let us know immediately if he calls or shows up here.”

“You think he really would after all that’s occurred?”  I was incredulous.

“Stranger things have happened.”  He shook my hand as I escorted him to the door.  Once there he asked me about my alibi, “You’re a blackjack dealer and you spent your day off playing blackjack?”

“Yeah,” I replied, “Jerry is a good friend, but he’s still learning.  I’ve done the same for a few others at the casino.”

“I know,” he said, “We always check alibis carefully—glad yours checked out.”  I nodded my agreement and he left.

”Care to tell me where he is, darling?”

“Nope.” 

“Suppose I order you to tell me.”

“Then you’ll have to punish me, but it won’t do you a bit of good.  I’m not telling.”  I never did tell her either, even though she threatened to whip me several times—promises, promises.

I knew we were good one night when I helped Danielle into bed.  “Who’s your Mistress,” she asked sternly.

“I think we both know the answer to that, don’t we?”

“Let’s just make sure you do.”  She opened her legs and I fell to the floor in an instant, kissing and licking her pussy.  All told I licked her to five orgasms over the next hour, her first in more than a month.  My face was covered with her secretions.  “I’ll bet you’d love to fuck me.”

“Yes, I would…very much.”

“Then you’d better get up here and do me.  I doubt I’ll be getting any other cock for the rest of my life.”  I looked at her in disbelief.  “I know how much you worried about my safety, but I never really believed I could be hurt.  I thought I was invincible.  Now I know different and I don’t like what can happen.  I’m afraid.  This has been a real eye opener for me—in more ways than one.  I know now exactly how much you love me…and how much I love you.  We have enough money.  My gamboling days are over.”  I reached up to kiss her.  It was long and hot, expressing our love for each other.  It went on and on until she gripped my cock and pulled it to her cunt.  I made the sweetest love to my wife—my wonderful Mistress.

EPILOG

It was almost two years later that the state announced it would permanently seal all the mine entrances in the area with reinforced concrete.  An unfortunate number of accidents involving unsuspecting people had forced the government to act.  There had been several serious falls resulting in broken bones and even a few deaths, not to mention some severe snake bites.  I drove Danielle out to the cave under the guise of saving as many snakes as possible.  Indeed, I managed to get seven out of the cave and relocated before the construction crew shooed me away.  We watched silently as the concrete sealed the entrance, if not forever then certainly for longer than my lifetime.

“We’re not really here to save snakes, are we,” Danielle asked.

“Well, partially—I thought you might want to say good-bye one final time to Stuart.  He’s at the bottom of the shaft.  I don’t know if there’s anything left of his body, but if there is there will be two rattlesnake bites in his leg.  You know how dangerous these caves can be.”

“Yes, I do.  I also know how much my slave loves me, don’t I?”

“Yes, you do, Mistress…yes, you do.”  I drove home to a long weekend of making love to my Mistress.

I staggered into the house on a Saturday evening almost two weeks later, exhausted from having worked a twelve-hour shift at the blackjack tables and looking forward to three days off.  Lizy and Steve were in the living room watching TV when I asked them, “Where’s your mom?”

“Upstairs,” they replied together, “packing for a business trip.”  It was fortunate they were engrossed in the show or they would have seen the total look of shock in my face.  I rushed up the stairs to find my Mistress in her sexiest black bra and panties.

“Oh, good—you’re just in time to help me with my stockings.”

“I thought you were finished with this.”

“I was.  Then I realized there was a way for me to be completely safe.  You’re coming with me.  Just think of how many times you can clean me.  Doesn’t that sound exciting?  Things have been getting stale between us lately.”

“You know, I’m still not sure that I can sit in a room and watch you fuck some stranger.”

“You worry too much.  This will be different, trust me.  You do trust me, don’t you?”

I was stuck.  Danielle was nothing less than outstanding when it came to twisting my words against me.  “Of course I do.  It’s just that this has taken me by surprise.”

“Good, that’s settled.  Come here and kiss my pussy.”  I did as ordered, but I wasn’t very happy.  Danielle was just about to pull her panties aside when I heard her parents downstairs.  She shooed me out to greet and thank them for watching the kids on such short notice.

I met them in the hallway, gave them the customary hugs, handshake, and kiss before hugging and kissing the kids and sending them out the door.  I was glum as I walked the way back to my mistress.  She was almost completely dressed when I arrived.  I knelt to help her into her heels then rose to carry the two overnight bags—hers and mine—down to the car.  Two hours later we boarded a flight to San Francisco.

Danielle checked us into a hotel near Fisherman’s Wharf and, once in our room, directed me to unpack and place the clothes into the closet and dresser while she freshened up.  I was sitting on the bed, head down when she returned from the bathroom.  “Get up and stand in the corner.  He’ll be here any minute.”  I rose and did as instructed, watching with amazement while my Mistress did the most incredible striptease, removing her garments slowly and throwing them haphazardly around the room.  She was dressed only in her garter belt, stockings, and shoes when she was done. I stood stock still until Danielle pushed her big tits into my chest and kissed me passionately, her tongue driving into my mouth.  I was reluctant at first, but I had never been able to resist my Mistress Danielle.  She pulled back once she had reached down to grip my rock-hard erection.  “Ah…I see my date has arrived.”  Confusion was written all over my face.

“Do you know what today is, William?”

“Saturday,” I responded.”

“Of course; I know that, but of what significance is this particular Saturday?”  She reached up to kiss me again.  “It was exactly two years ago today that you rescued me from Stuart…and myself.  I decided I needed a date with my knight—my hero.  Even a slave can be a hero, you know.  It will be just you and me, and,” stroking my hard cock again, “this big guy here for the next two days.”

“Did you have to scare the crap out of me like that?”

“No, but you were so funny.  Now, I suggest you strip so we can get to business.  This is a business trip, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Mistress…you’re right, as always.”  I smiled for the first time since I’d arrived home.  Somehow, I was sure I’d smile again and again before this trip was done.