Lady Sonia edited and re-edited the email; then deleted it, re-wrote it from scratch and edited it some more. But this second draft was getting too long, too wordy, so Lady Sonia deleted that one, too, and rewrote it in a completely different way. When Lady Sonia was finished, Lady Sonia was still unhappy. Her intent was simple, the gist of the message straightforward, but Lady Sonia had to get the right nuances or her night would end in a disaster. A wrong outcome might even ruin her life.

It was worth spending time to get it exactly right.

After sweating over the keyboard for more than two hours, Lady Sonia admitted to herself that was good enough, that it had been good enough all along; that her fears – entirely valid fears – had driven her to look for any excuse to avoid sending it. But, right or wrong, it was time to commit herself. With her hand trembling on the mouse, Lady Sonia clicked the “send” button and let it fly through the Internet to Thomas’s office computer, warts and all.

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As soon as Lady Sonia sent it, Lady Sonia began to regret her stupidity with all her heart. Now Lady Sonia was committed. Absolutely committed. Lady Sonia asked herself what Lady Sonia had done. Lady Sonia cursed herself out loud because Lady Sonia had to follow through no matter what second thoughts Lady Sonia had. The email was a promise and Lady Sonia always kept her promises. If Lady Sonia reneged now, how could Lady Sonia expect Thomas to ever again trust her?

Lady Sonia opened the copy of the email in her “sent” folder and stared at it for a half hour, reading and re-reading it. And, with every reading, Lady Sonia imagined a different way that her evening could unfold. The best Lady Sonia could hope for was utter degradation. Any other outcome was worse.

Dear Thomas:

Last week, you told me that you were unhappy in our marriage. I was surprised because I thought it was going pretty well. Since then, I have been thinking about what I might do to make you happier. You have told me on a number of occasions that you think that our sex life has become mundane. That I am not as adventurous now as when we were dating.

So I am going to change that tonight.

I am not coming home after work. Instead, I will go into the bar at 1529 Broadway called O’Reilly’s Pump at exactly 9:00, sit down, and begin entertaining sexual propositions from men. I do not expect that to take long because I will dress in a way that makes my intention obvious. My intention is this: I will get on my knees in the Men’s washroom and give a big, sloppy blow job to the first man who is willing to pay me twenty dollars.

If I cannot find any one who is willing to pay me even that paltry sum by 10:00, then I will start approaching men and offering to service them for free. One way or another, I will not leave the bar until I have swallowed some man’s cum. This is the promise that I make to you and to myself.

I hope with all my heart that you will be the man to buy my service, but if you chose to let someone else to make an offer first, I will not hesitate to give him a blow job instead.

My fate is in your hands.

I hope that this is the kind of sexual adventure that will make you happy.

Love,

Lady Sonia

Thomas read the email a second time. What the hell was this all about? He never told Lady Sonia that he wanted to get a blow job in a Men’s room in some seedy bar. And he sure as hell never told her that he wanted her to cheat on him with some stranger. What the hell was Lady Sonia thinking?

He raged because, after twenty years of marriage, he knew exactly what Lady Sonia was thinking. This was just another way for her to jerk him around. It seemed like Lady Sonia spent every minute of every day searching for some way to impose her will on him, complaining that he never helped out around the house, and when he did, complaining that he did everything wrong – demanding that he fold towels the same way that Lady Sonia folded them and demanding that he take out the garbage when Lady Sonia wanted it taken out.

And, of course, the ultimate battleground for their two-decade-long power struggle was the bedroom. When he wanted sex, denying him it gave her more power than allowing herself to be seduced, so they made love on her schedule – two or three times a month – rather than according to his needs; needs which became more urgent every time Lady Sonia looked at him with a twinkle in her eye, let him beg for a while, then decided that Lady Sonia wasn’t in the mood after all. And when Lady Sonia did let him make love to her, the rules were hers – in the bedroom, lights off, missionary position, and he better come quick or Lady Sonia’d find it too painful to let him continue to the end.

And now Lady Sonia was commanding him to show up at some bar at exactly 9:00 or Lady Sonia was going to give someone else a blow job – a sexual act that Lady Sonia had always said was “too disgusting” to do for him even as Lady Sonia told him with her next breath that Lady Sonia loved with all her heart.

He was so frustrated that he wanted to scream.

Shopping took longer than Lady Sonia expected – most of the afternoon. Who would have thought that it would take so long to find clothes that would make her look like a two-bit whore? It was true that Lady Sonia was a little old for the game – already over forty –but that shouldn’t have been a problem. Dressing two decades too young for her age would give her the exact look that Lady Sonia wanted – desperate and willing to do whatever Lady Sonia had to do to earn twenty bucks. The problem was that Lady Sonia was fifteen pounds overweight and those few extra pounds on her forty-year old body made her about six sizes too large to fit into the clothes that designed to make a twenty-year-old look like a slut.

But Lady Sonia was a trooper and was willing to squeeze into clothes that were a couple of sizes too small if that was required. Comfort was not her goal. Her only practical concern was that Lady Sonia had to be able to sink to her knees without ripping her skirt to shreds.

If her personal humiliation would make her husband happy, it was a price that Lady Sonia was willing to pay. Not a price that Lady Sonia wanted to pay; not a price that Lady Sonia was eager to pay; but one that Lady Sonia would pay for his sake. But Lady Sonia never expected that Lady Sonia would have to start paying so soon in such large denominations to so many condescending, skinnier-than-thou, minimum-wage teenage clerks in trendy clothing stores. The frank sneers and giggling whispers behind her back made her blush as Lady Sonia sorted through the racks of plus sized teen apparel. How did these clerks know that Lady Sonia was shopping for herself and not for a daughter? Maybe their first clue was that Lady Sonia was shopping alone and their second clue that Lady Sonia kept taking the clothes into the change room to try them on.

In Rue Chic, Lady Sonia managed to squeeze into a hot pink tube top in the dressing room. As Lady Sonia looked at herself in the full-length mirror, Lady Sonia hated the way her waist bulged and strained the double-stretch almost as much as Lady Sonia hated the way her nipples made such prominent bumps in the thin material. It was perfect. Lady Sonia wasn’t looking for clothes that Lady Sonia liked; or even clothes that flattered her; Lady Sonia was looking for clothes that made her look like Lady Sonia was available to anyone who cared to ask. And the way the skimpy top displayed cleavage all the way down to her nipples screamed that her boobs were available to one and all. Lady Sonia imagined that Thomaser – Lady Sonia had convinced herself that the man who would buy her services tonight would certainly be Thomaser; that was the only way Lady Sonia could force herself to do this – would want her to pull the top down to her waist while Lady Sonia was blowing him so that he could look watch her naked tits bounce as her head bobbed back and forth in a frenzy of licking and slobbering. This hateful scrap of clothing was the prefect top in every way.

The teenaged clerk gave her a smarmy grin as Lady Sonia passed her the bag and said, “Have a nice day, ma’am,” investing the final word with as much venom as possible.

Lady Sonia felt a fresh blush of shame and wanted to slap the little bitch; Lady Sonia only refrained because Lady Sonia would not give the little tart the satisfaction.

The scene was repeated at Lilly’s Boutique where Lady Sonia found a little black miniskirt that was short – the hem rode more than two inches above her knee – and uncomfortably tight. Before Lady Sonia left the change room, Lady Sonia looked in the mirror closely, then took a blue pen from her purse and marked a small line slightly less than halfway between the hem and her crotch. The line was hard to see on the black material, but Lady Sonia knew that Lady Sonia would be able to find it when Lady Sonia looked for it later. The skirt was already short, but it would be a lot shorter before Lady Sonia wore it out tonight.

The slender, blonde, teenaged clerk called her, “dear,” a term usually used to condescend to senior citizens, in a tone of precisely calculated distain. Lady Sonia ignored the clerk and worried about the skirt. Lady Sonia was going to have to hike it up to her crotch before kneeling down otherwise it would split at the seam for certain. Lady Sonia could look forward to one more little inescapable humiliation in the Men’s room at O’Reilly’s. When Lady Sonia thought about hiking the skirt up, Lady Sonia realized that her choice of panty style and colour was going to matter.

Lady Sonia would have preferred going out bare-legged, but the skirt would be short enough to reveal a little spiderweb of varicose veins halfway up her right thigh, even when Lady Sonia was standing up, and Lady Sonia worried that that would reduce her desirability or, Lady Sonia should say, salability, when Lady Sonia put herself on the market tonight.

Lady Sonia could not wear a bra with the top, even if Lady Sonia wanted to; and finding black stockings, garter belt, and a scarlet thong in her size was easy. Lady Sonia could have chosen a black thong to match the miniskirt or a pink one to match the top, but it was important that the thong contrast with the skirt and stockings as much as possible; Lady Sonia wanted men to have no doubt about what they were seeing when Lady Sonia had to part her legs to move or when her skirt hiked up accidentally. Lady Sonia was not a natural exhibitionist and hated the thought that anyone would see more than was modest and proper; Lady Sonia would do her best to minimize the frequency and severity of her indiscretions. But, realistically, indiscretions would happen no matter how alert Lady Sonia was and how careful Lady Sonia moved. By the time Lady Sonia got to the Men’s room, Lady Sonia would have no shred of self respect left, but Lady Sonia would fight to keep as much dignity as possible before that final, inevitable degradation. That was what would make every little humiliation along the way so keenly felt.

As Lady Sonia bought the garter belt, Lady Sonia fretted about the miniskirt that was in the trunk of her car. It was going to be very short by the time Lady Sonia was ready to wear it and the garter belt straps were only adjustable to a limited degree. Even with the stockings pulled as high as possible, Lady Sonia wondered how much of the rigging would be visible below the hem. Lady Sonia was sick with fear that the hem of the skirt would be too high and the stockings too low, showing more than Lady Sonia wanted. But Lady Sonia was already committed to wearing the entire ensemble, no matter how it looked when Lady Sonia finally saw it all together.

Pink, strappy, open-toed shoes with three-inch stilettos completed her hooker outfit. If those shoes didn’t shout, “fuck me!” to the entire world then nothing would.

Lady Sonia could not to home and risk running into Thomas prematurely, so Lady Sonia checked into a cheap motel and spent the next hour sitting in the crumby room, working on the miniskirt. Lady Sonia had brought a pair of tailor scissors with her and immediately began cutting at the pen mark that Lady Sonia had made in the change room in the store. After chopping a good three inches of material off the bottom, Lady Sonia used a black thread and a needle to re-hem them by hand.

After her alteration, Lady Sonia looked at the skirt in her hands and wondered if Lady Sonia had cut off too much. Would this scrap of material even cover her crotch? Lady Sonia hoped to hell that Lady Sonia had marked the skirt properly in the store because Lady Sonia was going to wear them in public this evening, no matter what kind of mistake Lady Sonia might have made.

Lady Sonia would not get dressed until the last minute for fear that if Lady Sonia had time to think about what Lady Sonia looked like after seeing herself in the entire ensemble, Lady Sonia would lose her nerve and flee home in shame. Failing to keep her promise would be the worst humiliation possible. Unthinkable, so Lady Sonia refused to think about it.

Her stomach was already twisted into knots too tight to eat and her mind was too distressed to follow even a simple television program. So Lady Sonia just sat quietly as the sun sank lower in the sky and let her multitude of fears torture her, watching the clock ticked the minutes away.

Lady Sonia hoped that Thomas understood the hell that Lady Sonia was putting herself through just to give him a bit of excitement.

There was no way he would ever call her mundane again.

The more Thomas thought about his wife’s email, the angrier he grew. He was sick and tired of dancing to her tune. For the sake of the kids, he had put up with her sniping and bitching for a long, long time. But Samantha would be starting university in two months and David had already been living in the dorms for two years; they did not need him at home any longer. This summer, he had barely seen either one of them – they were out with friends every night until all hours. Since Sam’s birth, he had been counting down the years of their childhood like a convict marking off a twenty-year sentence; now it was time for him to be paroled. God knows, he’d earned a little time off for good behaviour.

The only question was whether he should take his freedom today or tomorrow or next week. There was no question that he would be gone by Thanksgiving. He might be celebrating alone, but it would be the first Thanksgiving in memory when he would truly be thankful rather than just maintaining a pretense.

Lady Sonia’s email promised that Lady Sonia was going to be out of the house at 9:00 tonight and Lady Sonia always kept her promises. He could drop by the house, pack a bag, and be gone before Lady Sonia got back.

As for her little “adventure” in some bar, Lady Sonia could do whatever the hell Lady Sonia wanted. Blow every barfly in the place for all he cared. Or get smart, walk out unscathed, and keep her prissy little mouth virginal forever. Lady Sonia was an adult, for Christ’s sake. Lady Sonia wanted to be the one to make every decision? Well, this was her decision. Lady Sonia was welcome to it and Lady Sonia would damn well have to live with the result.

After Lady Sonia parked, Lady Sonia pulled the visor down and took a last look at her face in the fading summer sunset. The sky-blue eye shadow looked like it had been applied with a shovel; thick black eyeliner outlined her lids in a crude imitation of the ‘60s mod style; and her laLady Sonias hung so heavy with mascara that they looked false. Her lips were painted full with the brightest scarlet Lady Sonia could find – a hue that begged to be left in perfect ring around the root of someone’s – Thomaser’s – cock. The rest of her face was bare – no foundation, no concealer, not even a touch of rouge to hide behind. A man grab it, hold it, rub his cock across it, dribble his cum over it, without any concern about smudging or smearing her.

Seeing the whore’s face staring back from the mirror where Lady Sonia was only one step away from a busy downtown street made her heart pound harder than ever.

The automobile clock read 8:59. The hour of truth had arrived. Lady Sonia grabbed the little black purse that contained a single twenty dollar bill, her keys, and nothing else; and opened her car door.

There was no way to step out without spreading her legs and flashing that lipstick-coloured thong. Broadway was a busy street in the evening; no time would be any better than right now. Just as Lady Sonia put her left foot on the asphalt, Lady Sonia glanced up and saw wide eyes peering from a passing car window. There was one teenage boy who would soon be having a wet dream about a woman old enough to be his mother.

Lady Sonia hated to think that Lady Sonia was contributing to the delinquency of minors, so, before any more cars zipped by, Lady Sonia slid her second leg out as quickly as possible, stood up, and pulled the hem of the miniskirt as far down as Lady Sonia could. It did not pull very far down.

As Lady Sonia walked the block and a half to the bar, Lady Sonia glanced at herself in the darkened store windows. Lady Sonia saw glimpses of the same slut that Lady Sonia had seen in the motel mirror – breasts bouncing like two excited puppies, threatening to escape from the too-tight tube top at every step; a clear sliver of bare white thigh slipping into view at stocking top every time the miniskirt hem flicked sideways as the too-high heels forced her hips to swivel from one extreme to the other; and an ass, unmarked by any visible panty line, bulging and squirming inside the too-tight skirt like bread dough being kneaded from the inside by a hidden baker.

Lady Sonia felt the cooling evening air blowing around her bare thighs all the way up to her naked ass cheeks, making her feel as though Lady Sonia were naked all the way up to her crotch, despite the visual confirmation that the miniskirt did indeed cover her to the tops of the stockings.

Lady Sonia had to fight the urge to reach up and hike the tube top higher – Lady Sonia had difficulty convincing herself that it only felt like it was slipping further off her boobs with every step. More than once, Lady Sonia could not resist glancing down at her chest to make sure that Lady Sonia was not revealing the rosy edge of her nipples above the hot pink fabric. Not yet.

Lady Sonia felt relief when Lady Sonia finally reached the door of the bar, even though, intellectually, Lady Sonia knew that at this threshold, Lady Sonia was truly stepping from the frying pan into the fire.

Lady Sonia had never been inside the bar before, but had walked past a few times in the past week and had even parked for a while to watch patrons entering and leaving, so Lady Sonia had a good idea about what to expect. O’Reilly’s was a working man’s bar. Not antiseptic, not even very clean, but not a scum hole, either. The kind of place where some men came to drink a few beers with their buddies once a week, mostly just to get away from the wife and kids; where other men would stop after a shift on the assembly line and try to wash the taste of the factory out of their mouth. It was a place where neither wives nor girlfriends were welcome. The occasional hooker would stop by, but the trade was too slim to support one full time. Sluts were tolerated as long as they were willing to pay for most of their own drinks and didn’t demand too much attention.

It was a bar where Lady Sonia would be neither welcomed nor driven off, but tolerated for as long as Lady Sonia wiLady Soniad to stay.

As her over-high heels forced her to sashay to the bar, Lady Sonia surveyed the room. Every eye in the placelooked back at her. And every one of those eyes was male – on Monday evenings business was too slow for real hookers and the sluts were still sleeping off their weekend debaucheries.

There were no booths, just a handful of tables with chairs and a row of stools at the bar. There were a dozen customers drinking at three of the tables and another five seated on the barstools.

Certain that Lady Sonia had missed him, Lady Sonia surveyed the room again to confirm that, to her dismay, Thomaser was nowhere to be seen.

Her heart sank.

Lady Sonia chose the stool that was furthest from any other customers – it happened to be close to the centre of the bar because the other customers were clustered at the ends – and sat down.

As her legs bent, Lady Sonia could feel her way-short skirt hike up past her stocking tops so that her bare thighs and a good piece of her ass stuck to the brown fake leather. The chrome edge drew a cold line across the naked backs of her upper legs.

The men in the room were not looking at her face; their eyes were focused on her legs, ass, and tits. Lady Sonia felt herself blush; a modest woman wearing an outfit this indecent would have no need for rouge.

Lady Sonia did not impress the fiftyish bartender one way or the other. He had seen it all and couldn’t care less. He left her sitting for a good five minutes while he pulled a pitcher for one of the regulars and chatted about the game yesterday. When it was convenient for him, he sauntered down to her and asked, “What can I get ya, miss?”

Lady Sonia glanced involuntarily at her bare ring finger – Lady Sonia had left her wedding ring at home as her one and only concession to good taste – and said, “Coke. No ice, please.”

“Costs the same as if you get some rum in it.”

“No thanks. Just Coke. No ice.” Lady Sonia had decided early in the afternoon that Lady Sonia would not be drinking tonight – Lady Sonia wanted to keep her head crystal clear to ensure that Lady Sonia felt every iota of her humiliation as keenly as possible. And it was working. Nothing had really happened yet and Lady Sonia already felt more deeply humiliated than at any other time in her entire life. And that was saying something – high school had not been kind to Lady Sonia.

While the bartender was drawing her Coke, Lady Sonia kept her eyes down, staring at the scarred wood, and wondering where Thomaser was and what he was doing. Lady Sonia had given him the option of leaving her here alone and forcing her to give a blowjob to a stranger – Lady Sonia had been explicit about that in her email – but Lady Sonia had never imagined that he would take her up on that offer.

“Four-fifty,” the barkeep said as he puLady Soniad the glass toward her.

It would have been a cheap rum and coke, but it was a damned expensive glass of pop. Lady Sonia passed him the twenty from her purse and he went to fetch her change.

The thought occurred to her that he might have failed to receive her email, or failed to read it, but Lady Sonia dismissed that out of hand. Lady Sonia knew that Lady Sonia had the address right because it had not bounced back and Lady Sonia knew for a fact that he never left the office until he had read everything in his inbox. He conducted too much critical business by email to be lax about that.

That was a pity because, right now, Lady Sonia wanted nothing more in the world than to have an excuse to get up and leave this bar still unsullied.

But Lady Sonia could not use that as an excuse; there were two other, far more likely, possibilities. Either he wanted her to suck off a stranger in the Men’s room of some seedy bar – maybe he even had had fantasies about it – or he thought that Lady Sonia wanted to do it and did not care enough, or cared too much, to interfere. It seemed unlikely that he thought Lady Sonia wanted to blow a stranger because Lady Sonia said explicitly in her email that Lady Sonia hoped that he would be the one to purchase her services tonight.

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That left only the first possibility – that Lady Sonia would soon be on her knees in the Men’s room with a strange cock in her mouth because that was exactly where her husband wanted her and Lady Sonia was determined to give him exactly what he wanted. Her head turned about of its own accord and her eyes stared for a long time at the dirty little sign that read “Restrooms” over the alcove at the far side of the bar.

For the first time, it occurred to her that Lady Sonia could have specified the Lady’s room. Until now, Lady Sonia had only thought about the Men’s because that was the more degrading option by a slight measure.

Now another thought occurred to her. If Thomaser wanted her to suck off a stranger, was he going to require that, when Lady Sonia got home, Lady Sonia tell him about the whole experience in excruciating detail? Was that the thrill that he craved? Recalling the act for his amusement would be even more degrading than performing the act itself. And if Lady Sonia confessed every detail of her act, was he going to bring it up again and again every time they had some little spat for the rest of their lives? Every time he got angry, would he remind her once again that Lady Sonia had once been an unfaithful slut?

That thought incited a twinge of anger that fortified her a little for the night ahead. If he started holding this against her, Lady Sonia could always remind him that her perfidy was a result of his choices: first to accuse her of being sexually boring and mundane; and second, not to rescue her from her self-assigned fate.

Two could play the blame game.

Thomaser threw the suitcase in the trunk of his car, came around to the driver’s side, hopped in and started the engine.

For the first time since his twenties, he felt like a free man. He could go anywhere he wanted, do anything he wanted. And the first thing that he wanted was to make his escape before Lady Sonia showed up. If Lady Sonia had come to her senses and given up her silly game before Lady Sonia even got to the bar; Lady Sonia would be pulling around the corner at any minute. Or Lady Sonia could have blown some guy in her first five minutes and still be pulling around the corner at any minute. He knew one sure thing from his years of experience: sex with Lady Sonia was always a quick business. And he knew that he did not want to have to spend the rest of the night explaining why he was leaving. He had not even written a note – Lady Sonia could spend all the time Lady Sonia needed figuring it out during all the leisure time that Lady Sonia would have in the coming years. Not being able to rag on him constantly would give her endless free time.

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Besides, if he had left a note, one of the kids might have found it before Lady Sonia did. They weren’t likely to get back until after midnight, but who knew how long Lady Sonia might have to spend trying to find some man who would actually want her frumpy forty-year-old body. Lady Sonia might not come home until the bar closed; and there was nothing that he would say in a note that he wanted his children to read.

Without further contemplation, he hit the road.

As Lady Sonia was getting to the bottom of her Coke, Lady Sonia heard a burst of laughter behind her. Lady Sonia had spent the last twenty minutes nursing her Coke as slowly as possible and had not dared to look around. Lady Sonia clung desperately to the hope that Thomaser would still come here and Lady Sonia was afraid of inadvertently encouraging some other man to approach her. In her fantasies, Lady Sonia had imagined that Lady Sonia would have been bolder from the outset. That if Thomaser were a no-show, Lady Sonia would have begun acting like a real hooker immediately, turning around and making eye contact with the customers, enticing likely johns with a coy smile, actively soliciting interest in the wares that Lady Sonia was putting on display, open to all offers.

Instead, Lady Sonia was sitting here like a wallflower at a high school formal, too shy to meet a fella, knowing that Lady Sonia would go home again without having danced a single step.

Which was exactly what Lady Sonia wanted. The only man Lady Sonia wanted to dance with was her husband – the man Lady Sonia loved.

But Lady Sonia wasn’t going to get what Lady Sonia wanted. If Thomaser failed to show up damn, soon, Lady Sonia’d be dancing on her knees with her lips around someone else’s cock, however much Lady Sonia hated the idea.

Lady Sonia prayed with all her heart that Thomaser would walk through the door right now, whisk her off to the Men’s room for their exciting adventure, and then take her safely home where they would collapse in gales of laughter about their bold walk on the wild side of the tracks.

For a second, Lady Sonia thought that her dreams had come true; a bass voice mumbled in her ear, “Hey, babe, want to have some fun tonight?” exactly the way Lady Sonia expected Thomas to come on to her when he entered into the spirit of the game.

But, when Lady Sonia turned, Lady Sonia saw a grizzled man ten years younger than her with a five o’clock shadow and bloodshot eyes leering at her.

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Thomas was MIA and it was time to complete the promise that Lady Sonia had made to herself. Lady Sonia replied in what Lady Sonia hoped was a sultry voice, “You look like a fun guy. I’m ready if you are. What did you have in mind?”

“Maybe let me buy you a drink and we can talk about it.”

“No need for a drink. Let’s just talk about it now.” Lady Sonia licked her lips and leaned close, giving him a good shot of her cleavage. As though on a string, his head bobbed down, the better to enjoy the view.

“Maybe you’d just like to get it on with me?” he said, boldly.

Lady Sonia presumed that ‘get it on’ meant regular sex, so Lady Sonia countered with, “I think maybe I could make you happier with a nice big sloppy blow job.” Her ears burned with shame as Lady Sonia said the crude words, but there it was, right out on the table. No misunderstanding possible.

“Would you like that?” The young man raised his eyebrows.

“I’d love that,” Lady Sonia lied with a smile, drawing out the word, ‘love,’ as long and lasciviously as Lady Sonia could.

“Okay,” he drawled the word the same way while his whole face broke into a broad smile.

“I’ll need twenty dollars up front.”

Now it was the man who turned red. “I don’t pay for it, lady. I don’t need to pay for it.”

“Do you have a job?”

“Of course I do. I have a good job down at the docks.”

“Do you work for free?”

“Hell no.”

“Well, I don’t work for free, either. Twenty bucks isn’t much, but that’s what I charge.”

“Twenty buck is more than your fat old ass is worth. I can get a lot of beer for twenty bucks and that much beer’ll make me feel a lot better than you can.”

“Don’t be so sure about that, son. I can make you feel damn good.” But her words were wasted. The man was already heading back to his friends. After a minute, their laugher turned nasty and Lady Sonia heard the word, whore, being thrown about with abandon.

Lady Sonia had thought that having to suck off a strange man in a Men’s room would be the ultimate humiliation, but being told that Lady Sonia was too old to be worth even a measly twenty dollars was an altogether more degrading experience.

No matter. The word was out and someone would pay her soon enough.

And then Lady Sonia would no longer be playing whore. Lady Sonia would actually be one.

Having no particular destination in mind, Thomas drove toward downtown – it was natural – there was nothing happening in the suburbs that would interest a single man, footloose and carefree.

It was only natural that his meandering would take him close to Broadway, but not entirely accidental that he turned left toward the seedier end of the street instead of right toward the centre of town.

What was that place that Lady Sonia said Lady Sonia was going? O’Malley’s? O’Brian’s? Something Irish. O’Reilly’s! That was the place. The one right there across the street! Lady Sonia could be in there right now, even as he was driving past.

Thomas slowed down as much as traffic permitted and tried to peer through the window, but he could see nothing but a dark blur. Lady Sonia probably wasn’t even there. It was already 9:30. Whatever Lady Sonia had decided, it had to be over by now.

But a block further, he saw her gold-coloured Honda parked by the curb. Damn, Lady Sonia must be still inside trying to find someone brave enough to let her wrap her vicious little mouth around their pecker.

He whipped a U-turn, parked in the first empty spot, and walked back toward the bar. He did not kid himself about finding this place by accident, or about having some deep subconscious needs. He freely admitted to himself that he had become curious about what was happening. He wanted to know if Lady Sonia were really going through with her plan.

And he was more than a little curious about the line in her email where Lady Sonia said that Lady Sonia would “dress in a way that would make her intentions obvious.” He wanted to see what his prissy little wife thought a fuck-me outfit looked like. This was the woman who had insisted on wearing flannel pyjamas to bed every night since their honeymoon. Lady Sonia had whined, “But I get cold,” so often that he could swear Lady Sonia was walking behind him, complaining right now. Her idea of sexy clothes probably included baggy blue jeans, a freshly-pressesd sweatshirt, and a beige bra designed by a certified structural engineer.

He would just peek in the window for a laugh before he moved on.

‘Okay,’ Lady Sonia told herself, ‘the ice is broken now. I’ve made an offer and set my price. It’s almost 9:30, Thomas has decided to make me go through with it, so it’s time to find a john and close the sale, so that I can get the hell out of here.’

Lady Sonia swallowed the last vestiges of her pride along with the last of her Coke and turned around on her stool. Lady Sonia began looking at the men in the room, one at a time, ready to negotiate with one of these men for the privilege of paying her twenty dollars and letting her suck his cock to as quick an orgasm as he could manage. Hell, twenty bucks was almost nothing and Lady Sonia was sure that most of these guys weren’t too proud to take advantage of a bargain like that.

At first, Lady Sonia avoided looking at the table where the young man who had previously rejected her offer was sitting. Undoubtedly, to demonstrate their solidarity his friends had already agreed that Lady Sonia wasn’t worthy of any of them.

The feeling was mutual.

As Lady Sonia looked at the men, Lady Sonia could not help but form opinions about them, to try to imagine whose cock would be the least distasteful to suck. Maybe a young Richard Gere was slumming in here somewhere. A twenty-buck whore couldn’t afford standards, but Lady Sonia would be allowed preferences. If the truth were known, Lady Sonia wasn’t even that keen to suck Thomas’s cock, but Lady Sonia was sure that one of these men would be better than the others. As Lady Sonia surveyed the room, Lady Sonia a shocking truth slowly dawned on her. While Lady Sonia had been sitting here, nursing her Coke and moping about Thomaser’s abandonment, the men behind her had not been sitting idle. They had been whispering among themselves, passing the young man’s story being told from table to table.

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And now, every single man in this bar knew that her price was twenty bucks for a blow job and every single one of them had a twenty lying on the table in front of him. Even the young man who had previously blown her off was now fingering a twenty and grinning at her like the devil himself. Lady Sonia knew that not one of these men had taken the money out of their wallets to buy another round of beer.

The whole bar had been quietly waiting for her to finish her drink and get to work.

Thomas had an inspiration. If he were going to get a divorce, he would need grounds. What better grounds than that his wife had begun engaging in prostitution? Not only would the grounds be adultery, but a whole patter of illegal activity. Any judge in the state would be so disgusted that he wouldn’t even listen to a question of alimony. He’d just tell her that Lady Sonia could fall on her back and earn her own damn alimony. Hell, Thomas would only have to threatening to expose her disgusting behaviour in open court Lady Sonia would scurry away without the word ever passing her lips.

He slipped into the bar.

Of course, Lady Sonia noticed him as soon as he entered – it was a small bar and Lady Sonia was turned on her stool to face the door as well. He grinned at her, shrugged, and sat in a chair at the nearest empty table.

The whole room was silent, expectant. Something was about to happen.

A man at the next chair leaned over to him and said in a stage whisper, “Lady Sonia’s a hooker. Lady Sonia’s going to give us all blow jobs for twenty bucks apiece.”

Thomas looked around, astoniLady Soniad, and said, “All of you?”

“Yup. That’s what they say. All comers. Get your money out.”

“Twenty bucks?”

“Yup. That’s her rate. That’s what Lady Sonia told the guy over there. I haven’t heard of a blow job that cheap since the eighties, but who’m I to look a gift whore in the mouth?” His giggle sounded like gravel rattling in a tin bucket.

Thomas looked back at his wife. Lady Sonia sure looked like a gift whore. Her dress was so short that he could see garter straps stretching half way up her ass cheeks and her tits were hanging half out of a tiny Mary-Kay-coloured tube top that was stretched practically to the breaking point.

Who would have guessed that his prissy little lady had it in her to costume herself like a back alley street walker?

Lady Sonia was frozen in fear. Looking at the tableau that could have been created solely for his amusement, he could see exactly the pretty little pickle that Lady Sonia had gotten herself into. Lady Sonia thought that Lady Sonia was going to cherry pick some young stud but had greatly underestimated the dynamics of a group or horny men. There was no way Lady Sonia was going to be allowed to leave without servicing every stallion in the stable. And some of these stallions were not only past their prime, they were one step away from the glue factory.

Before the night was over, Lady Sonia was going to get a close up look at more skin diseases than a resident dermatologist working a full shift in a leper colony.

After these men got through with her, her mouth was going to be dirtier than a city sewer pipe. He wouldn’t ever put his own cock into that hole. He’d never been allowed to fuck her mouth before tonight and he wasn’t every going to want to afterward. Kind of a pity, they way those lips were painted bright red like that, they looked damned hot. He felt a stir in his groin despite himself.

The only man in the joint who wasn’t fingering his money with one hand and his personal joint with the other was the bartender.

Thomas was going to have to get his name so he could subpoena him as a witness in the divorce proceedings.

Lady Sonia almost collapsed with relief when Lady Sonia saw Thomas walk through the door. No damsel had ever been as happy to see a white knight coming to her rescue as Lady Sonia at that moment. Lady Sonia tried to keep her composure, but felt her eyes tear up in gratitude.

Then her husband sat down on the far side of the room and grinned at her.

Lady Sonia silently cursed him. He was so dumb that he couldn’t understand how much trouble Lady Sonia was in. He didn’t have any time to waste. Lady Sonia needed him up here with her right now, offering his protection, not sitting back there, waiting to be served a drink.

Even as Lady Sonia held her breath, expecting him to make his move at any moment, someone else moved first. An old man with greasy white hair and a sagging pot belly heaved himself out of his chair, clutching his money in a grimy, nicotine-stained fist, waved it in the air and shouted, “I’m too old to wait any longer. My money’s as good as the next man’s. Let’s get this show on the road.” As he yelled, Lady Sonia saw only a few snaggly yellow teeth left in his mouth.

Lady Sonia had promised that Lady Sonia would service the first man who made her an offer. That was the rule. So Lady Sonia told herself that the geezer had not yet made an offer because he had not yet mentioned trading his money for any specific sexual act.

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Lady Sonia had to act now and the only thing that Lady Sonia could do was to slip off the stool, go to Thomas and ask him what the hell he was doing back there.

Her skirt caught on the sweaty fake leather and hiked all the way up to completely uncover both ass cheeks and flash a clear outline of her pussy pressing against the thin red material that covered her crotch. Lady Sonia was beyond worrying about the niceties but the men in the bar were not. There was an audible collective gasp at the accidental partial strip tease and the sexual tension in the room rose another notch.

Thomas looked at her with new appreciation.

As Lady Sonia puLady Soniad past the old man who was waving his twenty dollar bill in her face, Lady Sonia ignored what he was saying. So intently was Lady Sonia concentrating on getting to her saviour that, in all honesty, Lady Sonia could not say if he had made an actual offer to pay for a blow job or not.

Following the old man’s lead, several other men waved their money in her direction and began shouting, but the rising cacophony of conflicting voices rendered them all unintelligible. Lady Sonia heard the words, “blow job,” more than once, but was unable to make out any specific offer.

At least that’s what Lady Sonia told herself. And, given a little time, Lady Sonia knew that Lady Sonia would be able to convince herself that it was true.

Someone grabbed at her right tit and a couple of others snatched at her ass, but Lady Sonia shook their paws off and kept tottering toward Thomas on those precarious heels.

When Lady Sonia finally made it to his table, Lady Sonia slid into the chair next to him, leaned over and said, “Thank God you’re here, Thomas. I was scared stiff.”

The cacophony abated somewhat; the other men in the room understood that Lady Sonia had chosen her first customer and were willing to wait their turn, at least for a while. By and large, everyone turned back to their own business, but eyes kept sneaking peeks in Lady Sonia’s direction, half expecting that Lady Sonia was going to start servicing the man right there in the middle of the bar and not wanting to miss any part of her ongoing free sex show.

“I can see why. You’ve got quite a fan club here. I’ve never seen so many hard- ons in one place in my life. You can smell the lust all the way out the door. You’re a raging success, dear. A raging success. I figure, if you get started right away, you’ll be finiLady Soniad by midnight. That assuming that no one wants seconds and not many more men arrive. Though if word spreads outside, to the other bars on the strip, you may be here until well after closing time. Even in the best case, though, your knees are going to be on fire and your jaw’ll be aching something awful before you’re done. But if you swallow every drop you milk, you won’t leave here hungry. That’s for damn sure. There’s enough jizm collecting in those sacs to fill you up good. You’re a hell of a woman to volunteer for this duty. A hell of a woman.”

Lady Sonia began to cry. Big fat tears ran down her cheeks – it was fortunate that Lady Sonia had used waterproof eyeliner and mascara; and that Lady Sonia had no other makeup on her face. “Why are you doing this to me, Thomas? I don’t understand. I’m your wife. You have to help me.”

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“Hell, no, I don’t. For twenty years you’ve insisted that you know better than me about every little thing from how I should pay the bills to how often the oil needs to be changed in the car. And every time I said anything about it, you launched into a screaming fit and froze me out of the bedroom for another week. And you made it damn clear that if we ever broke up, you were going to take the children and I’d never see them without supervision again. That was one of your damn promises. Remember? Well, that ends now. You made this decision on your own, so you can damn well live with it.”

“I don’t understand why you’re so angry at me. This is something that I’m doing for you. You said that you wanted me to be more adventurous so here I am, being as adventurous as I know how.”

“So don’t do it. Just get up and walk out of here.”

Lady Sonia looked at him with teary eyes. “I can’t. I made you a promise and I’ll never break my word to you. Never. That’s the one thing that you can count on, no matter what.”

“Then you’re stuck, aren’t you? Tough luck for you.”

“Please let me take you into the bathroom and suck your cock. Please. That’s all I want. That’s all I wanted all day.”

“No.”

“Please. I’m begging you. Let me suck you off and I’ll do anything you tell me to do. Anything. Please.” Lady Sonia grabbed his hand and squeezed all her desperation into it.

He was silent for a long time, then said, “Anything I want?”

“Anything. That’s a promise.”

“An unbreakable promise?”

“Yes.”

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He was silent for another long period. Someone in the back of the bar yelled out, “Come on, guy. Get on with it. We’re all waiting.”

He looked around at the leering faces, then back into his wife’s eyes. Then he pulled out his wallet, pressed a twenty dollar bill half into her cleavage and said loudly, “Okay, baby. Here’s twenty bucks to suck my cock. And you better earn every penny of it.”

“Thank-you,” Lady Sonia sobbed quietly, and pulled him toward the Men’s room to a chorus of cheers, the twenty dollar bill sticking out of the tube top so that all the world could see how much Lady Sonia was worth.

Thomas let her close the bathroom door, then leaned against it.

Lady Sonia said, “Thank-you, dear.”

“Don’t ‘dear’ me. You’re just a whore and I’m just a john so get on with the job.” His voice was cold.

“Yes, sir,” Lady Sonia replied in a shaky voice. Lady Sonia raised her miniskirt to her hips, revealing her bare ass and tiny thong in all its glory for his inspection, then sank to her knees before him. The floor was filthy, the smell of stale urine atrocious; it was exactly the degrading ambiance that Lady Sonia had imagined all week. Lady Sonia unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his waistband, and then carefully pulled down his zipper. Lady Sonia did not want to catch any bit of skin and put him out of the mood. Lady Sonia felt as though her life depended on doing this right. And Lady Sonia wasn’t too far wrong about that.

He gave her no help whatsoever beyond thrusting his crotch toward her face, but Lady Sonia managed to slip his pants over his hips and down to his knees. His boxers soon followed. He was already erect, for which Lady Sonia was thankful.

Lady Sonia looked up at his face with an expression that approximated adoration, then grabbed the top edge of her tube top and pulled it down to her waist, letting her tits spring free.

Thomas smiled down at her when Lady Sonia did that. It was not a loving smile.

Lady Sonia began licking gently, alternating swirls around the head of his cock with strokes down the length of the shaft. After a minute of that, Lady Sonia took the head into her mouth, opened her jaws wide to keep her teeth out of the way, and gently sucked while bobbing her head slowly back and forth, drawing more of him into her mouth with every pull until he was pressing against the back of her throat.

Lady Sonia kept swallowing hard to keep her gag reflex under control while Lady Sonia took more and more of him.

While Lady Sonia worked him with her mouth, Lady Sonia squeezed and massaged the base of his cock with both hands.

As his breathing deepened and he began moaning and thrusting forward to meet her, Lady Sonia worked him faster and faster, feeling her tits flopping and banging against her chest in wild abandon.

Listening to him moan louder and deeper, Lady Sonia realized that Lady Sonia was good at this. Really good. Who would have guessed that Lady Sonia would be such a naturally talented cocksucker?

When he came, thick and long into her mouth, Lady Sonia began swallowing. And swallowing. Never before had Lady Sonia realized how long a man’s orgasm could last. During all their years of normal lovemaking, Lady Sonia had thought that he had just squirted into her a couple of times and that was the end of it. Now, though, experiencing his orgasm so intimately, Lady Sonia realized that after the main ejaculation there were a series of secondary contractions where nothing much came out, but still kept him gasping with pleasure.

Lady Sonia was happy to stay on her knees on the filthy floor, keeping him in her mouth, gently licking and sucking him clean until he had gone completely soft again.

Finally, Lady Sonia gently raised his boxers and pants and then began refastening them.

Only when Lady Sonia had redressed him completely, did Lady Sonia rise to her feet, put her arms around him, press her naked breasts into her shirt, bow her head against his neck and say, “Thank-you. That was wonderful.”

He merely replied, “You owe me a favour. You promised that you would do anything that I tell you.”

Lady Sonia nodded into his neck and whispered, “Yes. Anything. You only have to ask and I will do it.”

“Good. I want you to pull your panties off, go out there, pull your skirt up to your waist, bend over a chair, and invite every man in the place to fuck you in the ass.”

Lady Sonia looked up at his face, not believing what Lady Sonia had heard. As the meaning of his words sunk in, Lady Sonia began to shake uncontrollably. “What?”

“You heard me. You promised that you would to do whatever I asked. Unconditionally. I’m asking you to let every man in this bar fuck you up the ass. Actually, I want you to beg them to fuck you up the ass. For free. Your imminent ass fucking is on the house. Are you going to renege on your promise to me?”

Lady Sonia began sobbing.

Thomas let her sob, felt her soaking his shirt with her tears, and waited to see what Lady Sonia would say.

After a long time, Lady Sonia said, “They’ll tear my asshole wide open. I’ll have to go the emergency ward when all those men are through with me.” Her voice was shaking so badly that Lady Sonia could barely form the words.

“So? What concern is it to me if you have to get your asshole stitched back together? That’s your pain, not mine. Are you going to honour your promise or not.”

Her voice was shaking even worse when Lady Sonia said. “You know that I’ll never break a promise, no matter what the cost.”

“Okay, then. Get to it.” He was implacable.

“Can I have some lubrication? Can I at least try to avoid some of the damage?”

“I couldn’t care less. Lube all you want. You got some KY on you?”

“No. I didn’t think I’d need any lube to give you a blowjob.”

“Looks like your plans weren’t quite as complete as you thought.” He shrugged. “Go ask the bartender if he has any butter. That’ll work well enough for a slut like you. Don’t worry. After the first few men have broken you in, your asshole will be gaping open wide enough to admit a subway train. Which is apt because you’re going to be pulling a hell of a train tonight.”

Lady Sonia wiped her eyes as best Lady Sonia could and then left the bathroom. A chorus of catcalls and crude comments greeted her and followed her all the way to the bar. This time, though, no one grabbed at her. All the men in the room had formed a line across the bar, each waiting patiently for his own turn with her. This was the train that Lady Sonia was going to start pulling in a few minutes.

Only Lady Sonia and Thomas knew that a treat was in store for them that was more special than they had yet imagined.

When Lady Sonia got to the bar, the bartender said, “What’ll it be, miss? Another Coke to wash away the taste? Or maybe now you need something strong enough to wash away the memory? I recommend a few vodka shooters.”

Lady Sonia tried to speak, but her voice failed her. Then Lady Sonia tried again and succeeded in croaking, “Do you have any butter? I need a lot of butter.”

“Yeah. I got butter back in the kitchen. But you’ll have to pay for it. We don’t give nothing away for free around here.”

‘I’ll be giving something away for free pretty soon,’ Lady Sonia thought to herself, but said nothing like that. Instead, Lady Sonia carefully placed the twenty dollars that Thomas had paid her on the bar and said, “I need as much butter as that will buy.”

“That’ll buy enough for whatever you got in mind,” the bartender replied, looking down at her crotch, guessing what was in store for her. “I’ll be back in a minute.” He scooped up the bill.

True to his word, he returned with a large tub of soft margarine. “That’s half gone, but I imagine that what’s left in there should do you for the rest of the night.”

Lady Sonia carried the margarine back to the Men’s room, cradling it like it was the crown jewels. Thomas was standing in the alcove right outside the door where he had been able to watch her, waiting to see if Lady Sonia made a break for the exit. When Lady Sonia walked back to him without even looking at the door to the street, he had to admit that Lady Sonia was being a hell of a trooper right to the end.

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Lady Sonia carried the margarine inside. Lady Sonia didn’t have to let every man in the bar watch her butter up her own asshole; Thomas had not mentioned that in his request. Though he probably would have if he had thought of it.

Lady Sonia let him watch her through the open door as Lady Sonia pulled off her thong, squatted down, scooped three fingers of margarine out of the tub, and rubbed it around the rim of her asshole. Then Lady Sonia puLady Soniad what was left inside. Lady Sonia continued scooping margarine out and pushing as much of it as far up her asshole as Lady Sonia could. Once the fucking started, Lady Sonia might not get a chance to do this again so it was important that Lady Sonia get as much inside as possible now.

When Lady Sonia judged that Lady Sonia had forced in as much as would fit – when it seemed that as much was squeezing back out between her fingers as Lady Sonia was pushing in – Lady Sonia stood up and walked slowly out into the bar. As Lady Sonia was sliding past Thomas, Lady Sonia looked up at him and asked, “Why do you hate me so much? Was I that bad to you? Really?”

He grabbed her arm and looked down into her face. In that face, for the first time in years, he saw the girl that he had loved so many years ago; the young woman that he had married; the woman who had given birth to two fine children.

Lady Sonia looked back up at him and said, “You can have the first shot at my asshole, you know. Maybe I can make you hard again. At least let me try. You’re my husband. You deserve to pop my back door cherry and I know that you’re not going to want me after all these men have taken me.”

He felt his heart break. “I’m sorry.” He spoke more loudly, shouted to the men who were standing in line, each clutching a twenty-dollar bill in his hand, waiting to defile his wife. “I’m sorry. The lady and I have reached a new agreement. Instead of blow jobs, I’ve convinced her to let us fuck her in the ass.”

The men cheered.

Lady Sonia sobbed.

Until Thomas added, “But that’s a considerably more expensive service. I’m paying five hundred dollars for her asshole.” He turned her around and raised her miniskirt to her waist. “Because I think this is a choice piece. So unless someone wants to bid more than five hundred dollars, I’m going to take her out to a motel and rotorooter her ass for the rest of the night.”

This was something that a group of horny men could understand and appreciate. The whore was not dissing them, Lady Sonia just had a better offer.

No one could afford to outbid him, so Thomas took his wife back to her motel room and did exactly what he said that he was going to do.

The next morning, when Lady Sonia awoke, Lady Sonia’s asshole was sore, but not as sore as Lady Sonia had anticipated, given the enthusiastic assault that it had endured the night before. Not only had Lady Sonia been well-lubed, but Lady Sonia had stretched herself amply while pushing the butter inside. But the Lady Soniaets were a filthy, greasy mess, margarine had been leaking out of her all night long, along with no small amount of bodily fluids. Lady Sonia promised that Lady Sonia would leave a hundred dollars out of the five that Thomas had paid her as a special tip for the maid.

As soon as Lady Sonia began to stir, he awoke as well and looked over at her. Her hair was diLady Soniaveled, her makeup smeared over half her face, and her eyes were red and puffy. “You have never looked so beautiful,” he said.

Lady Sonia knew that Lady Sonia looked dreadful, but Lady Sonia also knew that he believed what he was saying. A man waking up in a state of blissful sexual satiation has an entirely different standard of beauty than the photo editor at Vogue magazine.

“Are you my husband this morning?” Lady Sonia asked.

“I want nothing more than to be your husband,” Thomas replied. “I love you.” And, for the first time in many years, he meant that with all his heart.

“I love you, too.”

“Last night, you promised that if I let you suck my cock, you would do what I say,” Thomas said, carefully.

“That’s right.”

“You didn’t say that you would only do what I said once or that you would only do what I said last night. You promised that you would do what that I say without any stipulations or qualifications. What I say, period.”

“That’s right,” Lady Sonia replied, snuggling into his chest. “That was the promise I made and that’s the promise that I will keep for as long as we are married.”

“All I ask is that you trust me. I promise that I will not let you down again as long as you trust me.”

Lady Sonia smiled happily. “We’re going to have a lot more adventures after Samantha moves away to university in the fall.”

He stroked her hair. “I think you’ll find our adventures a lot more fun when we’re both reading from the same page.”

Lady Sonia didn’t answer. Lady Sonia was too busy trying to stroke a little life back into her husband’s cock. Her pussy had a mind of it’s own, it hadn’t been filled in some time, and it was hungry for her husband. Hungrier than it had been in years.

A Wife of No Small Promise

by Ashley B. D. Zacharias

Lady Sonia edited and re-edited the email; then deleted it, re-wrote it from scratch and edited it some more. But this second draft was getting too long, too wordy, so Lady Sonia deleted that one, too, and rewrote it in a completely different way. When Lady Sonia was finiLady Soniad, Lady Sonia was still unhappy. Her intent was simple, the gist of the message straightforward, but Lady Sonia had to get the right nuances or her night would end in a disaster. A wrong outcome might even ruin her life.

It was worth spending time to get it exactly right.

After sweating over the keyboard for more than two hours, Lady Sonia admitted to herself that was good enough, that it had been good enough all along; that her fears – entirely valid fears – had driven her to look for any excuse to avoid sending it. But, right or wrong, it was time to commit herself. With her hand trembling on the mouse, Lady Sonia clicked the “send” button and let it fly through the Internet to Thomas’s office computer, warts and all.

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As soon as Lady Sonia sent it, Lady Sonia began to regret her stupidity with all her heart. Now Lady Sonia was committed. Absolutely committed. Lady Sonia asked herself what Lady Sonia had done. Lady Sonia cursed herself out loud because Lady Sonia had to follow through no matter what second thoughts Lady Sonia had. The email was a promise and Lady Sonia always kept her promises. If Lady Sonia reneged now, how could Lady Sonia expect Thomas to trust her ever again?

Lady Sonia opened the copy of the email in her “sent” folder and stared at it for a half hour, reading and re-reading it. And, with every reading, Lady Sonia imagined a different way that her evening could unfold. The best Lady Sonia could hope for was utter degradation. Any other outcome was worse.

Dear Thomas:

Last week, you told me that you were unhappy in our marriage. I was surprised because I thought it was going pretty well. Since then, I have been thinking about what I might do to make you happier. You have told me on a number of occasions that you think that our sex life has become mundane. That I am not as adventurous now as when we were dating.

So I am going to change that tonight.

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I am not coming home after work. Instead, I will go into the bar at 1529 Broadway called O’Reilly’s Pump at exactly 9:00, sit down, and begin entertaining sexual propositions from men. I do not expect that to take long because I will dress in a way that makes my intention obvious. My intention is this: I will get on my knees in the Men’s washroom and give a big, sloppy blow job to the first man who is willing to pay me twenty dollars.

If I cannot find any one who is willing to pay me even that paltry sum by 10:00, then I will start approaching men and offering to service them for free. One way or another, I will not leave the bar until I have swallowed some man’s cum. This is the promise that I make to you and to myself.

I hope with all my heart that you will be the man to buy my service, but if you chose to let someone else to make an offer first, I will not hesitate to give him a blow job instead.

My fate is in your hands.

I hope that this is the kind of sexual adventure that will make you happy.

Love,

Lady Sonia

Thomas read the email a second time. What the hell was this all about? He never told Lady Sonia that he wanted to get a blow job in a Men’s room in some seedy bar. And he sure as hell never told her that he wanted her to cheat on him with some stranger. What the hell was Lady Sonia thinking?

He raged because, after twenty years of marriage, he knew exactly what Lady Sonia was thinking. This was just another way for her to jerk him around. It seemed like Lady Sonia spent every minute of every day searching for some way to impose her will on him, complaining that he never helped out around the house, and when he did, complaining that he did everything wrong – demanding that he fold towels the same way that Lady Sonia folded them and demanding that he take out the garbage when Lady Sonia wanted it taken out.

And, of course, the ultimate battleground for their two-decade-long power struggle was the bedroom. When he wanted sex, denying him it gave her more power than allowing herself to be seduced, so they made love on her schedule – two or three times a month – rather than according to his needs; needs which became more urgent every time Lady Sonia looked at him with a twinkle in her eye, let him beg for a while, then decided that Lady Sonia wasn’t in the mood after all. And when Lady Sonia did let him make love to her, the rules were hers – in the bedroom, lights off, missionary position, and he better come quick or Lady Sonia’d find it too painful to let him continue to the end.

And now Lady Sonia was commanding him to show up at some bar at exactly 9:00 or Lady Sonia was going to give some stranger a blow job – a sexual act that Lady Sonia had always said was “too disgusting” to perform on him even as Lady Sonia told him with her next breath that Lady Sonia loved with all her heart.

He was so frustrated that he wanted to scream.

Shopping took longer than Lady Sonia expected – most of the afternoon. Who would have thought that it would take so long to find clothes that would make her look like a two-bit whore? It was true that Lady Sonia was a little old for the game – already over forty –but that shouldn’t have been a problem. Dressing two decades too young for her age would give her the exact look that Lady Sonia wanted: desperate and willing to do whatever Lady Sonia had to do to earn twenty bucks. The problem was that Lady Sonia was fifteen pounds overweight and those few extra pounds on her forty-year old body made her about six sizes too large to fit into the clothes that designed to make a twenty-year-old look like a slut.

But Lady Sonia was a trooper and was willing to squeeze into clothes that were a couple of sizes too small if that was required. Comfort was not her goal. Her only practical concern was that Lady Sonia had to be able to sink to her knees without ripping her skirt to shreds.

If her personal humiliation would make her husband happy, that was a price that Lady Sonia was willing to pay. Not a price that Lady Sonia wanted to pay; not a price that Lady Sonia was eager to pay; but one that Lady Sonia would pay for his sake. But Lady Sonia never expected that Lady Sonia would have to start paying so soon in such large denominations to so many condescending, skinnier-than-thou, minimum-wage teenage clerks in trendy clothing stores. The frank sneers and giggling whispers behind her back made her blush as Lady Sonia sorted through the racks of plus sized teen apparel. How did these clerks know that Lady Sonia was shopping for herself and not for a daughter? Maybe their first clue was that Lady Sonia was shopping alone and their second clue that Lady Sonia kept taking the clothes into the change room to try them on.

In Rue Chic, Lady Sonia managed to squeeze into a hot pink tube top in the dressing room. As Lady Sonia looked at herself in the full-length mirror, Lady Sonia hated the way her waist bulged and strained the double-stretch almost as much as Lady Sonia hated the way her nipples made such prominent bumps in the thin material. It was perfect. Lady Sonia wasn’t looking for clothes that Lady Sonia liked; or even clothes that flattered her; Lady Sonia was looking for clothes that made her look like Lady Sonia was available to anyone who cared to ask. And the way the skimpy top displayed cleavage all the way down to her nipples screamed that her boobs were available to one and all. Lady Sonia imagined that Thomaser – Lady Sonia had convinced herself that the man who would buy her services tonight would certainly be Thomaser; that was the only way Lady Sonia could force herself to do this – would want her to pull the top down to her waist while Lady Sonia was blowing him so that he could look watch her naked tits bounce as her head bobbed back and forth in a frenzy of licking and slobbering. This hateful scrap of clothing was the prefect top in every way.

The teenaged clerk gave her a smarmy grin as Lady Sonia passed her the bag and said, “Have a nice day, ma’am,” investing the final word with as much venom as possible.

Lady Sonia felt a fresh blush of shame and wanted to slap the little bitch; Lady Sonia only refrained because Lady Sonia would not give the little tart the satisfaction.

The scene was repeated at Lilly’s Boutique where Lady Sonia found a little black miniskirt that was short – the hem rode more than two inches above her knee – and uncomfortably tight. Before Lady Sonia left the change room, Lady Sonia looked in the mirror closely, then took a blue pen from her purse and marked a small line slightly less than halfway between the hem and her crotch. The line was hard to see on the black material, but Lady Sonia knew that Lady Sonia would be able to find it when Lady Sonia looked for it later. The skirt was already short, but it would be a lot shorter before Lady Sonia wore it out tonight.

The slender, blonde, teenaged clerk called her, “dear,” a term usually used to condescend to senior citizens, in a tone of precisely calculated distain. Lady Sonia ignored the clerk and worried about the skirt. Lady Sonia was going to have to hike it up to her crotch before kneeling down otherwise it would split at the seam for certain. Lady Sonia could look forward to one more little inescapable humiliation in the Men’s room at O’Reilly’s. When Lady Sonia thought about hiking the skirt up, Lady Sonia realized that her choice of panty style and colour was going to matter.

Lady Sonia would have preferred going out bare-legged, but the skirt would be short enough to reveal a little spiderweb of varicose veins halfway up her right thigh, even when Lady Sonia was standing up, and Lady Sonia worried that that would reduce her desirability or, Lady Sonia should say, salability, when Lady Sonia put herself on the market tonight.

Lady Sonia could not wear a bra with the top, even if Lady Sonia wanted to; and finding black stockings, garter belt, and a scarlet thong in her size was easy. Lady Sonia could have chosen a black thong to match the miniskirt or a pink one to match the top, but it was important that the thong contrast with the skirt and stockings as much as possible; Lady Sonia wanted men to have no doubt about what they were seeing when Lady Sonia had to part her legs to move or when her skirt hiked up accidentally. Lady Sonia was not a natural exhibitionist and hated the thought that anyone would see more than was modest and proper; Lady Sonia would do her best to minimize the frequency and severity of her indiscretions. But, realistically, indiscretions would happen no matter how alert Lady Sonia was and how careful Lady Sonia moved. By the time Lady Sonia got to the Men’s room, Lady Sonia would have no shred of self respect left, but Lady Sonia would fight to keep as much dignity as possible before that final, inevitable degradation. That would make her feel every little humiliation along the way all the more keenly.

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As Lady Sonia bought the garter belt, Lady Sonia fretted about the miniskirt that was in the trunk of her car. It was going to be very short by the time Lady Sonia was ready to wear it and the garter belt straps were only adjustable to a limited degree. Even with the stockings pulled as high as possible, Lady Sonia wondered how much of the rigging would be visible below the hem. Lady Sonia was sick with fear that the hem of the skirt would be too high and the stockings too low, showing more than Lady Sonia wanted. But Lady Sonia was already committed to wearing the entire ensemble, no matter how it looked when Lady Sonia finally saw it all together.

Pink, strappy, open-toed shoes with three-inch stilettos completed her hooker outfit. If those shoes didn’t shout, “fuck me!” to the entire world then nothing would.

Lady Sonia could not return home and risk running into Thomas prematurely, so Lady Sonia checked into a cheap motel and spent the next hour sitting in the crumby room, working on the miniskirt. Lady Sonia had brought a pair of tailor scissors with her and immediately began cutting at the pen mark that Lady Sonia had made in the change room in the store. After chopping a good three inches of material off the bottom, Lady Sonia used a black thread and a needle to re-hem them by hand.

After her alteration, Lady Sonia looked at the skirt in her hands and wondered if Lady Sonia had cut off too much. Would this scrap of material even cover her crotch? Lady Sonia hoped to hell that Lady Sonia had marked the skirt properly in the store because Lady Sonia was going to wear them in public this evening, no matter what kind of mistake Lady Sonia might have made.

Lady Sonia would not get dressed until the last minute for fear that if Lady Sonia had time to think about what Lady Sonia looked like after seeing herself in the entire ensemble, Lady Sonia would lose her nerve and flee home in shame. Failing to keep her promise would be the worst humiliation possible. So unthinkable, that Lady Sonia simply refused to think about it.

Her stomach was already twisted into knots too tight to eat and her mind was too distressed to follow even a simple television program. So Lady Sonia just sat quietly as the sun sank lower in the sky and let her multitude of fears torture her, watching the clock tick the minutes away.

Lady Sonia hoped that Thomas understood and appreciated the hell that Lady Sonia was putting herself through just to give him a bit of excitement.

There was no way he would ever call her mundane again.

The more Thomas thought about his wife’s email, the angrier he grew. He was sick and tired of dancing to her tune. For the sake of the kids, he had put up with her sniping and bitching for a long, long time. But Samantha would be starting university in two months and David had already been living in the dorms for two years; they did not need him at home any longer. This summer, he had barely seen either one of them – they were out with friends every night until all hours. Since Sam’s birth, he had been counting down the years of their childhood like a convict marking off a twenty-year sentence; now it was time for him to be paroled. God knows, he’d earned a little time off for good behaviour.

The only question was whether he should take his freedom today or tomorrow or next week. There was no question that he would be gone by Thanksgiving. He might be celebrating alone, but it would be the first Thanksgiving in memory when he would truly be thankful rather than just maintaining a pretense.

Lady Sonia’s email promised that Lady Sonia was going to be out of the house at 9:00 tonight and Lady Sonia always kept her promises. He could drop by the house, pack a bag, and be gone before Lady Sonia got back.

As for her little “adventure” in some bar, Lady Sonia could do whatever the hell Lady Sonia wanted. Blow every barfly in the place for all he cared. Or get smart, walk out unscathed, and keep her prissy little mouth virginal forever. Lady Sonia was an adult, for Christ’s sake. Lady Sonia wanted to be the one to make every decision? Well, this was her decision. Lady Sonia was welcome to it and Lady Sonia would damn well have to live with the result.

After Lady Sonia parked, Lady Sonia pulled the visor down and took a last look at her face in the fading summer sunset. The sky-blue eye shadow looked like it had been applied with a shovel; thick black eyeliner outlined her lids in a crude imitation of the ‘60s mod style; and her laLady Sonias hung so heavy with mascara that they looked false. Her lips were painted full with the brightest scarlet Lady Sonia could find – a hue that begged to be left in perfect ring around the root of someone’s – Thomaser’s – cock. The rest of her face was bare – no foundation, no concealer, not even a touch of rouge to hide behind. A man could grab it, hold it, rub his cock across it, spray his cum over it, without any concern about smudging or smearing her.

Lady Sonia was only a single step away from a busy downtown street and seeing the whore’s face staring back from the mirror made her heart pound harder than ever.

The automobile clock read 8:59. The hour of truth had arrived. Lady Sonia grabbed the little black purse that contained a single twenty dollar bill, her keys, and nothing else; and opened her car door.

There was no way to step out without spreading her legs and flashing that lipstick-colored thong to anyone who was driving past. Broadway was a busy street in the evening; no time would be any better than right now. Just as Lady Sonia put her left foot on the asphalt, Lady Sonia glanced up and saw wide eyes peering from a passing car window. That was one teenage boy who would soon be having a wet dream about a woman old enough to be his mother.

Lady Sonia hated to think that Lady Sonia was contributing to the delinquency of minors, so, before any more cars zipped by, Lady Sonia slid her second leg out as quickly as possible, stood up, and pulled the hem of the miniskirt as far down as Lady Sonia could. It did not pull very far down – as Lady Sonia had suspected, not even far enough to hide the snaps that clipped the top of the stockings to the garter belt. If that wasn’t whorish enough, nothing would be.

As Lady Sonia walked the block and a half to the bar, Lady Sonia glanced at herself in the darkened store windows. Lady Sonia saw glimpses of the same slut that Lady Sonia had seen in the motel mirror – breasts bouncing like two excited puppies, threatening to escape from the too-tight tube top at every step; a clear sliver of bare white thigh slipping into view at stocking top every time the miniskirt hem flicked sideways as the too-high heels forced her hips to swivel from one side to the other; and an ass, unmarked by any visible panty line, bulging and squirming inside the too-tight skirt like bread dough being kneaded by an invisible baker.

Lady Sonia felt the cooling evening air blowing around her bare thighs all the way up to her naked ass cheeks, making her feel as though Lady Sonia were naked all the way up to her crotch despite the visual confirmation that the miniskirt did indeed cover her almost down to the tops of the stockings.

Lady Sonia had to fight the urge to reach up and hike the tube top higher – Lady Sonia had difficulty convincing herself that it only felt like it was slipping further off her boobs with every step. More than once, Lady Sonia could not resist glancing down at her chest to make sure that Lady Sonia was not revealing the rosy edge of her areolas above the hot pink fabric. Not yet, at least.

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Lady Sonia felt relief when Lady Sonia finally reached the door of the bar, even though, intellectually, Lady Sonia knew that, at this threshold, Lady Sonia was truly stepping from the frying pan into the fire.

Lady Sonia had never been inside the bar before, but had walked past a few times last week and had even parked for a while to watch patrons entering and leaving, so Lady Sonia had a good idea about what to expect. O’Reilly’s was a working man’s bar. Not antiseptic, not even very clean, but not a scum hole, either. The kind of place where some men came to drink a few beers with their buddies once a week, mostly just to get away from the wife and kids; where other men would stop after a shift on the assembly line and try to wash the taste of the factory out of their mouth. It was a place where neither wives nor girlfriends were welcome. The occasional hooker would stop by, but the trade was too slim to support one full time. Sluts were tolerated as long as they were willing to pay for most of their own drinks and didn’t demand too much attention.

It was a bar where Lady Sonia would be neither welcomed nor driven off, but tolerated for as long as Lady Sonia wiLady Soniad to stay.

As her over-high heels forced her to sashay to the bar, Lady Sonia surveyed the room. Every eye in the place looked back at her. And every one of those eyes was male – on Monday evenings business was too slow for real hookers and the sluts were still sleeping off their weekend debaucheries.

There were no booths, just a handful of tables with chairs and a row of stools at the bar. There were a dozen customers drinking at three of the tables and another five seated on the barstools.

Certain that Lady Sonia had missed him, Lady Sonia surveyed the room again with growing dismay, as Lady Sonia confirmed that Thomaser was nowhere in the bar.

Her heart sank.

Lady Sonia chose the stool that was furthest from any other customers – it happened to be close to the centre of the bar because the other customers were clustered at the ends – and sat down.

As her legs bent, Lady Sonia could feel the way-too-short skirt hike up past her stocking tops so that her bare thighs and a good piece of her ass stuck to the brown fake leather. The chrome edge drew a cold line across the naked backs of her upper legs.

The men in the room were not looking at her face; their eyes were focused on her legs, ass, and tits. Lady Sonia felt herself blush; a modest woman wearing an outfit this indecent would have no need for rouge.

Lady Sonia did not impress the fiftyish bartender one way or the other. He had seen it all and couldn’t care less. He left her sitting for a good five minutes while he pulled a pitcher for one of the regulars and chatted about the game yesterday. When it was convenient for him, he sauntered down to her and asked, “What can I get ya, miss?”

Lady Sonia glanced involuntarily at her bare ring finger – Lady Sonia had left her wedding ring at home as her one and only concession to good taste – and said, “Coke. No ice, please.”

“Costs the same as if you get some rum in it.”

“No thanks. Just Coke. No ice.” Lady Sonia had decided early in the afternoon that Lady Sonia would not be drinking tonight – Lady Sonia wanted to keep her head crystal clear to ensure that Lady Sonia felt every iota of humiliation as sharply as possible. And it was working. Nothing had really happened yet and Lady Sonia already felt more deeply humiliated than at any other time in her entire life. And that was saying something – high school had not been kind to Lady Sonia.

While the bartender was drawing her Coke, Lady Sonia kept her eyes down, staring at the scarred wood, and wondering where Thomaser was and what he was doing. Lady Sonia had given him the option of leaving her here alone and forcing her to give a blowjob to a stranger – Lady Sonia had been explicit about that in her email – but Lady Sonia had never imagined that he would take her up on that offer.

“Four-fifty,” the barkeep said as he puLady Soniad the glass toward her.

It would have been a cheap rum and coke, but it was a damned expensive glass of pop. Lady Sonia passed him the twenty from her purse and he went to fetch her change.

The thought occurred to her that he might have failed to receive her email, or failed to read it, but Lady Sonia dismissed that out of hand. Lady Sonia knew that Lady Sonia had the address right because it had not bounced back and Lady Sonia knew for a fact that he never left the office until he had read everything in his inbox. He conducted too much critical business by email to be lax about that.

That was a pity because, right now, Lady Sonia wanted nothing more in the world than to have an excuse to get up and leave this bar while Lady Sonia was still unsullied.

But lacking the excuse of a failed communication, there were two other, far more likely, possibilities. Either he wanted her to suck off a stranger in the Men’s room of some seedy bar – maybe he even had had fantasies about it – or he thought that Lady Sonia wanted to do it and did not care enough, or cared too much, to interfere. It seemed unlikely that he thought Lady Sonia wanted to blow a stranger because Lady Sonia said explicitly in her email that Lady Sonia hoped that he would be the one to purchase her services tonight.

That left only the first possibility – that Lady Sonia would soon be on her knees in the Men’s room with a strange cock in her mouth because that was exactly where her husband wanted her. Well, Lady Sonia was determined to give him exactly what he wanted. Her head turned about of its own accord and her eyes stared for a long time at the dirty little sign that read “Restrooms” over the alcove at the far side of the bar.

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For the first time, it occurred to her that Lady Sonia could have specified the Lady’s room. Until now, Lady Sonia had only thought about the Men’s because that was the more degrading option by a slight measure.

Now another thought occurred to her. If Thomaser wanted her to suck off a stranger, was he going to require that, when Lady Sonia got home, Lady Sonia tell him about the whole experience in excruciating detail? Was that the thrill that he craved? Recalling the act for his amusement would be even more degrading than performing the act itself. And if Lady Sonia confessed every detail of her act, was he going to bring it up again and again every time they had some little spat for the rest of their lives? Every time he got angry, would he remind her once again that Lady Sonia had once been an unfaithful slut?

That thought incited a twinge of anger that fortified her a little for the night ahead. If he started holding this against her, Lady Sonia could always remind him that her perfidy was a result of his choices: first to accuse her of being sexually boring and mundane; and second, not to rescue her from her self-assigned fate.

Two could play the blame game.

Thomaser threw the suitcase in the trunk of his car, came around to the driver’s side, hopped in and started the engine.

For the first time since his twenties, he felt like a free man. He could go anywhere he wanted, do anything he wanted. And the first thing that he wanted was to make his escape before Lady Sonia showed up. If Lady Sonia had come to her senses and given up her silly game before Lady Sonia even got to the bar; Lady Sonia would be pulling around the corner at any minute. Or Lady Sonia could have blown some guy in her first five minutes and still be pulling around the corner at any minute. He knew one sure thing from his years of experience: sex with Lady Sonia was always a quick business. And he knew that he did not want to have to spend the rest of the night explaining why he was leaving. He had not even written a note – Lady Sonia could spend all the time Lady Sonia needed figuring it out during all the leisure time that Lady Sonia would have in the coming years. Not being able to rag on him constantly would give her endless free time.

Besides, if he had left a note, one of the kids might have found it before Lady Sonia did. They weren’t likely to get back until after midnight, but who knew how long Lady Sonia might have to spend trying to find some man who would actually want her frumpy forty-year-old body. Lady Sonia might not come home until the bar closed; and there was nothing that he would say in a note that he wanted his children to read.

Without further contemplation, he hit the road.

As Lady Sonia was getting to the bottom of her Coke, Lady Sonia heard a burst of laughter behind her. Lady Sonia had spent the last twenty minutes nursing her Coke as slowly as possible and had not dared to look around. Lady Sonia clung desperately to the hope that Thomaser would still show up to rescue her and Lady Sonia was afraid of inadvertently encouraging some other man to approach her. In her fantasies, Lady Sonia had imagined that Lady Sonia would have been bolder from the outset. That if Thomaser were a no-show, Lady Sonia would have begun acting like a real hooker immediately, turning around and making eye contact with the customers, enticing likely johns with a coy smile, actively soliciting interest in the wares that Lady Sonia was putting on display, open to all offers.

Instead, Lady Sonia was sitting here like a wallflower at a high school formal, too shy to meet a fella, knowing that Lady Sonia would go home again without having danced a single step.

Which was exactly what Lady Sonia wanted. The only man Lady Sonia wanted to dance with was her husband – the man Lady Sonia loved.

But Lady Sonia wasn’t going to get what Lady Sonia wanted. If Thomaser failed to show up damn soon, Lady Sonia’d be dancing on her knees with her lips around someone else’s cock, however much Lady Sonia hated the idea.

Lady Sonia prayed with all her heart that Thomaser would walk through the door right now, whisk her off to the Men’s room for their exciting adventure, and then take her safely home where they would collapse in gales of laughter about their bold walk on the wild side.

For a second, Lady Sonia thought that her dreams had come true; a bass voice mumbled in her ear, “Hey, babe, want to have some fun tonight?” exactly the way Lady Sonia expected Thomas to come on to her when he entered into the spirit of the game.

But, when Lady Sonia turned, Lady Sonia saw a grizzled man ten years younger than her with a five o’clock shadow and bloodshot eyes leering at her.

Thomas was MIA and it was time to complete the promise that Lady Sonia had made to herself. Lady Sonia replied in what Lady Sonia hoped was a sultry voice, “You look like a fun guy. I’m ready if you are. What did you have in mind?”

“Maybe let me buy you a drink and we can talk about it.”

“No need for a drink. Let’s just talk about it now.” Lady Sonia licked her lips and leaned close, giving him a good shot of her cleavage. As though on a string, his head bobbed down, the better to enjoy the view.

“Maybe you’d just like to get it on with me?” he said, boldly.

Lady Sonia presumed that ‘get it on’ meant regular sex, so Lady Sonia countered with, “I think maybe I could make you happier with a nice big sloppy blow job.” Her ears burned with shame as Lady Sonia said the crude words, but there it was, right out on the table. No misunderstanding possible.

“Would you like that?” The young man raised his eyebrows.

“I’d love that,” Lady Sonia lied with a smile, drawing out the word, ‘love,’ as long and lasciviously as Lady Sonia could.

“Okay,” he drawled the word the same way while his whole face broke into a broad smile.

“I’ll need twenty dollars up front.”

Now it was the man who turned red. “I don’t pay for it, lady. I don’t need to pay for it.”

“Do you have a job?”

“Of course I do. I have a good job down at the docks.”

“Do you work for free?”

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“Hell no.”

“Well, I don’t work for free, either. Twenty bucks isn’t much, but that’s what I charge.”

“Twenty buck is more than your fat old ass is worth. I can get a lot of beer for twenty bucks and that much beer’ll make me feel a lot better than you can.”

“Don’t be so sure about that, son. I can make you feel damn good.” But her words were wasted. The man was already heading back to his friends. After a minute, their laugher turned nasty and Lady Sonia heard the word, whore, being thrown about with abandon.

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Lady Sonia had thought that having to suck off a strange man in a Men’s room would be the ultimate humiliation, but being told that Lady Sonia was too old to be worth even a measly twenty dollars was an altogether more degrading experience.

No matter. The word was out and someone would pay her soon enough.

And then Lady Sonia would no longer be playing whore. Lady Sonia would actually be one.

Having no particular destination in mind, Thomas drove toward downtown – it was natural – there was nothing happening in the suburbs that would interest a single man, footloose and carefree.

It was only natural that his meandering would take him close to Broadway, but not entirely accidental that he turned left toward the seedier end of the street instead of right toward the centre of town.

What was that place that Lady Sonia said Lady Sonia was going? O’Malley’s? O’Brian’s? Something Irish. O’Reilly’s! That was the place. The one right there across the street! Lady Sonia could be in there right now, even as he was driving past.

Thomas slowed down as much as traffic permitted and tried to peer through the window, but he could see nothing but a dark blur. Lady Sonia probably wasn’t even there. It was already 9:30. Whatever Lady Sonia had decided, it had to be over by now.

But a block further, he saw her gold-coloured Honda parked by the curb. Damn, Lady Sonia must be still inside trying to find someone brave enough to let her wrap her vicious little mouth around their pecker.

He whipped a U-turn, parked in the first empty spot, and walked back toward the bar. He did not kid himself about finding this place by accident, or about having some deep subconscious needs. He freely admitted to himself that he had become curious about what was happening. He wanted to know if Lady Sonia were really going through with her plan.

And he was more than a little curious about the line in her email where Lady Sonia said that Lady Sonia would “dress in a way that would make her intentions obvious.” He wanted to see what his prissy little wife thought a fuck-me outfit looked like. This was the woman who had insisted on wearing flannel pyjamas to bed every night since their honeymoon. Lady Sonia had whined, “But I get cold,” so often that he could swear that he could hear her walking behind him, right now, complaining that Lady Sonia deserved to be comfortable in bed. Her idea of sexy clothes probably included baggy blue jeans, a freshly-pressesd sweatshirt, and a beige bra designed by a certified structural engineer.

He would just peek in the window for a laugh before he moved on.

‘Okay,’ Lady Sonia told herself, ‘the ice is broken now. I’ve made an offer and set my price. It’s almost 9:30, Thomas has decided to make me go through with it, so it’s time to find a john, close the sale, and then get the hell out of here.’

Lady Sonia swallowed the last vestiges of her pride along with the last of her Coke and turned around on her stool. Lady Sonia began looking at the men in the room, one at a time, ready to negotiate with one of these men for the privilege of paying her twenty dollars and letting her suck his cock to an orgasm as quickly as he could manage. Hell, twenty bucks was almost nothing and Lady Sonia was sure that most of these guys weren’t too proud to take advantage of a bargain like that.

At first, Lady Sonia avoided looking at the table where the young man who had previously rejected her offer was sitting. Undoubtedly, to demonstrate their solidarity his friends had already agreed that Lady Sonia wasn’t worthy of any of them.

The feeling was mutual.

As Lady Sonia looked at the men, Lady Sonia could not help but form opinions about them, to try to imagine whose cock would be the least distasteful to suck. Maybe a young Richard Gere was slumming in here somewhere. A twenty-buck whore couldn’t afford standards, but Lady Sonia would be allowed preferences. If the truth were known, Lady Sonia wasn’t even that keen to suck Thomas’s cock, but Lady Sonia was sure that one of these men would be better than the others. As Lady Sonia surveyed the room, Lady Sonia a shocking truth slowly dawned on her. While Lady Sonia had been sitting here, nursing her Coke and moping about Thomaser’s abandonment, the men behind her had not been sitting idle. They had been whispering among themselves, passing the young man’s story being told from table to table.

And now, every single man in this bar knew that her price was twenty bucks for a blow job and every single one of them had a twenty lying on the table in front of him. Even the young man who had previously blown her off was now fingering a twenty and grinning at her like the devil himself. Not one of these men had taken the money out of their wallets to buy another round of beer.

The whole bar had been quietly waiting for her to finish her drink and get to work.

Thomas had an inspiration. If he were going to get a divorce, he would need grounds. What better grounds than that his wife had begun engaging in prostitution? Not only would the grounds be adultery, but he could present a pattern of illegal activity. Any judge in the state would be so disgusted that he wouldn’t even listen to a question of alimony. He’d just tell her that Lady Sonia could fall on her back and earn her own damn alimony. Hell, Thomas would only have to threatening to expose her disgusting behavior in open court Lady Sonia would scurry away without the word, alimony, ever passing her lips.

He slipped into the bar.

Of course, Lady Sonia noticed him as soon as he entered – it was a small bar and Lady Sonia was turned on her stool to face the door as well. He grinned at her, shrugged, and sat in a chair at the nearest empty table.

The whole room was silent, expectant. Something was about to happen.

A man at the next chair leaned over to him and said in a stage whisper, “Lady Sonia’s a hooker. Lady Sonia’s going to give us all blow jobs for twenty bucks apiece.”

Thomas looked around, astoniLady Soniad, and said, “All of you?”

“Yup. That’s what they say. All comers. Get your money out.”

“Twenty bucks?”

“Yup. That’s her rate. That’s what Lady Sonia told the guy over there. I haven’t heard of a blow job that cheap since the eighties, but who’m I to look a gift whore in the mouth?” His giggle sounded like gravel rattling in a tin bucket.

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Thomas looked back at his wife. Lady Sonia sure looked like a gift whore. Her dress was so short that he could see garter straps stretching half way up her ass cheeks and her tits were hanging half out of a tiny Mary-Kay-colored tube top that was stretched practically to the breaking point.

Who would have guessed that his prissy little lady had it in her to costume herself like a back alley street walker?

Lady Sonia was frozen in fear. Looking at the tableau that could have been created solely for his amusement, he could see exactly the pretty little pickle that Lady Sonia had gotten herself into. Lady Sonia thought that Lady Sonia was going to cherry pick some young stud but had greatly underestimated the dynamics of a group or horny men. There was no way Lady Sonia was going to be allowed to leave without servicing every stallion in the stable. And some of these stallions were not only past their prime, they were one step away from the glue factory.

Before the night was over, Lady Sonia was going to see more skin diseases close up than a resident dermatologist working a full shift in a leper colony.

After these men got through with her, her mouth was going to be dirtier than a city sewer pipe. He wouldn’t ever put his own cock into that hole. He’d never been allowed to fuck her mouth before tonight and he wasn’t ever going to want to to fuck it afterward. Kind of a pity, they way those lips were painted bright red like that, they looked damned hot. He felt a stir in his groin despite himself.

The only man in the joint who wasn’t fingering his money with one hand and his personal joint with the other was the bartender.

Thomas was going to have to get his name so he could subpoena him as a witness in the divorce proceedings.

Lady Sonia almost collapsed with relief when Lady Sonia saw Thomas walk through the door. No damsel had ever been as happy to see a white knight coming to her rescue as Lady Sonia at that moment. Lady Sonia tried to keep her composure, but felt her eyes tear up in gratitude.

Then her husband sat down on the far side of the room and grinned at her.

Lady Sonia silently cursed him. He was so dumb that he couldn’t understand how much trouble Lady Sonia was in. He didn’t have any time to waste. Lady Sonia needed him up here with her right now, offering his protection, not sitting back there, waiting to be served a drink.

Even as Lady Sonia held her breath, expecting him to make his move at any moment, someone else moved first. An old man with greasy white hair and a sagging pot belly heaved himself out of his chair, clutching his money in a grimy, nicotine-stained fist, waved it in the air and shouted, “I’m too old to wait any longer. My money’s as good as the next man’s. Let’s get this show on the road.” As he yelled, Lady Sonia saw that he had only a few snaggly yellow teeth left in his mouth.

Lady Sonia had promised that Lady Sonia would service the first man who made her an offer. That was the rule. So Lady Sonia told herself that the geezer had not yet made an offer because he had not yet mentioned trading his money for any specific sexual act.

Lady Sonia had to act now and the only thing that Lady Sonia could do was to slip off the stool, go to Thomas and ask him what the hell he was doing back there.

Her skirt caught on the sweaty fake leather and hiked all the way up to completely uncover both ass cheeks and flash a clear outline of her pussy pressing against the thin red material that covered her crotch. Lady Sonia was beyond worrying about the niceties but the men in the bar were not. There was an audible collective gasp at the accidental partial strip tease and the sexual tension in the room rose another notch.

Thomas looked at her with new appreciation.

As Lady Sonia puLady Soniad past the old man who was waving his twenty dollar bill in her face, Lady Sonia ignored what he was saying. So intently was Lady Sonia concentrating on getting to her saviour that, in all honesty, Lady Sonia could not say if he had made an actual offer to pay for a blow job or not.

Following the old man’s lead, several other men waved their money in her direction and began shouting, but the rising cacophony of conflicting voices rendered them all unintelligible. Lady Sonia heard the words, “blow job,” more than once, but was unable to make out any specific offer.

At least that’s what Lady Sonia told herself. And, given a little time, Lady Sonia knew that Lady Sonia would be able to convince herself that it was true.

Someone grabbed at her right tit and a couple of others snatched at her ass, but Lady Sonia shook their paws off and kept tottering toward Thomas on those precarious heels.

When Lady Sonia finally made it to his table, Lady Sonia slid into the chair next to him, leaned over and said, “Thank God you’re here, Thomas. I was scared stiff.”

The cacophony abated somewhat; the other men in the room understood that Lady Sonia had chosen her first customer and were willing to wait their turn, at least for a while. By and large, everyone turned back to their own business, but eyes kept sneaking peeks in Lady Sonia’s direction, half expecting that Lady Sonia was going to start servicing the man right there in the middle of the bar and not wanting to miss any part of her ongoing free sex show.

“I can see why. You’ve got quite a fan club here. I’ve never seen so many hard- ons in one place in my life. You can smell the lust all the way out the door. You’re a raging success, dear. A raging success. I figure, if you get started right away, you’ll be finiLady Soniad by midnight. That assumes that no one wants seconds and not many more men arrive. But if word spreads outside, to the other bars on the strip, you may be here until well after closing time. You better get to it before word spreads because, even in the best case, your knees are going to be on fire and your jaw’ll be aching something awful before you’re done. But if you swallow every drop you milk, you won’t leave here hungry. That’s for damn sure. There’s enough jizm collecting in those sacs to fill you up good. You’re a hell of a woman to volunteer for this duty. A hell of a woman.”

Lady Sonia began to cry. Big fat tears ran down her cheeks – it was fortunate that Lady Sonia had used waterproof eyeliner and mascara; and that Lady Sonia had no other makeup on her face. “Why are you doing this to me, Thomas? I don’t understand. I’m your wife. You have to help me.”

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“Hell, no, I don’t. For twenty years you’ve insisted that you know better than me about every little thing from how I should pay the bills to how often the oil needs to be changed in the car. And every time I said anything about it, you launch into a screaming fit and freeze me out of the bedroom for another week. And you made it damn clear that if we ever broke up, you were going to take the children and I’d never see them without supervision again. That was one of your damned unbreakable promises. Remember? Well, that ends now. You made this decision on your own, so you can damn well live with it.”

“I don’t understand why you’re so angry at me. This is something that I’m doing for you. You said that you wanted me to be more adventurous so here I am, being as adventurous as I know how.”

“So don’t do it. Just get up and walk out of here.”

Lady Sonia looked at him with teary eyes. “I can’t. I made you a promise and I’ll never break my word to you. Never. That’s the one thing that you can count on, no matter what.”

“Then you’re stuck, aren’t you? Tough luck for you.”

“Please let me take you into the bathroom and suck your cock. Please. That’s all I want. That’s all I wanted all day.”

“No.”

“Please. I’m begging you. Let me suck you off and I’ll do anything you tell me to do. Anything. Please.” Lady Sonia grabbed his hand and squeezed all her desperation into it.

He was silent for a long time, then said, “Anything I want?”

“Anything. That’s a promise.”

“An unbreakable promise?”

“Yes.”

He was silent for another long period. Someone in the back of the bar yelled out, “Come on, guy. Get on with it. We’re all waiting.”

He looked around at the leering faces, then back into his wife’s eyes. Then he pulled out his wallet, pressed a twenty dollar bill half into her cleavage and said loudly, “Okay, baby. Here’s twenty bucks to suck my cock. And you better earn every penny of it.”

“Thank-you,” Lady Sonia sobbed quietly, and pulled him toward the Men’s room to a chorus of cheers, the twenty dollar bill sticking out of the tube top, showing all the world could see how much Lady Sonia was worth.

Thomas let her close the bathroom door, then leaned against it.

Lady Sonia said, “Thank-you, dear.”

“Don’t ‘dear’ me. You’re just a whore and I’m just a john so get on with the job.” His voice was cold.

“Yes, sir,” Lady Sonia replied in a shaky voice. Lady Sonia raised her miniskirt to her hips, revealing her bare ass and tiny thong in all its glory for his inspection, then sank to her knees before him. The floor was filthy, the smell of stale urine atrocious; it was exactly the degrading ambiance that Lady Sonia had imagined all week. Lady Sonia unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his waistband, and then carefully pulled down his zipper. Lady Sonia did not want to catch any bit of skin and put him out of the mood. Lady Sonia felt as though her life depended on doing this right. Lady Sonia wasn’t too far wrong about that.

He gave her no help whatsoever beyond thrusting his crotch toward her face, but Lady Sonia managed to slip his pants over his hips and down to his knees. His boxers soon followed. He was already erect, for which Lady Sonia was thankful.

Lady Sonia looked up at his face with an expression that approximated adoration, then grabbed the top edge of her tube top and pulled it down to her waist, letting her tits spring free.

Thomas smiled down at her when Lady Sonia did that. It was not a loving smile.

Lady Sonia began licking gently, alternating swirls around the head of his cock with strokes down the length of the shaft. After a minute of that, Lady Sonia took the head into her mouth, opened her jaws wide to keep her teeth out of the way, and gently sucked while bobbing her head slowly back and forth, drawing more of him into her mouth with every pull until he was pressing against the back of her throat.

Lady Sonia kept swallowing hard to keep her gag reflex under control while Lady Sonia took more and more of him.

While Lady Sonia worked him with her mouth, Lady Sonia squeezed and massaged the base of his cock with both hands.

As his breathing deepened and he began moaning and thrusting forward to meet her, Lady Sonia worked him faster and faster, feeling her tits flopping and banging against her chest in wild abandon.

Listening to him moan louder and deeper, Lady Sonia realized that Lady Sonia was good at this. Really good. Who would have guessed that Lady Sonia would be such a naturally talented cocksucker?

When he came, thick and long into her mouth, Lady Sonia began swallowing. And swallowing. Never before had Lady Sonia realized how long a man’s orgasm could last. During all their years of normal lovemaking, Lady Sonia had thought that he had just squirted into her a couple of times and that was the end of it. Now, though, experiencing his orgasm so intimately, Lady Sonia realized that after the main ejaculation there were a series of secondary contractions where nothing much came out, but still kept him gasping with pleasure.

Lady Sonia was happy to stay on her knees on the filthy floor, keeping him in her mouth, gently licking and sucking him clean until he had gone completely soft again.

Finally, Lady Sonia gently raised his boxers and pants and then began refastening them.

Only when Lady Sonia had redressed him completely, did Lady Sonia rise to her feet, put her arms around him, press her naked breasts into her shirt, bow her head against his neck and say, “Thank-you. That was wonderful.”

He merely replied, “You owe me a favor, now. You promised that you would do anything that I tell you if I let you suck me off.”

Lady Sonia nodded into his neck and whispered, “Yes. Anything. You only have to ask and I will do it.”

“Good. I want you to pull your panties off, go out there, pull your skirt up to your waist, bend over a chair, and invite every man in the place to fuck you in the ass.”

Lady Sonia looked up at his face, not believing what Lady Sonia had heard. As the meaning of his words sunk in, Lady Sonia began to shake uncontrollably. “What?”

“You heard me. You promised that you would to do whatever I asked. Unconditionally. I’m asking you to let every man in this bar fuck you up the ass. Actually, I want you to beg them to fuck you up the ass. For free. Your imminent mass ass fucking is on the house. Are you going to renege on your promise to me?”

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Lady Sonia began sobbing.

Thomas let her sob, felt her soaking his shirt with her tears, and waited to see what Lady Sonia would say.

After a long time, Lady Sonia said, “They’ll tear my asshole wide open. I’ll have to go the emergency ward when all those men are through with me.” Her voice was shaking so badly that Lady Sonia could barely form the words.

“So? What concern is that to me? I don’t care if you have to get your asshole stitched back together when these guys are done with you. That’s your pain, not mine. Are you going to honor your promise to me or not.”

Her voice was shaking even worse when Lady Sonia said. “You know that I’ll never break a promise, no matter what the cost.”

“Okay, then. Get to it.” He was implacable.

“Can I have some lubrication? Can I at least try to avoid some of the damage?”

“I couldn’t care less. Lube all you want. You got some KY on you?”

“No. I didn’t think I’d need any lube to give you a blowjob.”

“Looks like your plans weren’t quite as complete as you thought.” He shrugged. “Go ask the bartender if he has any butter. That’ll work well enough for a slut like you. Don’t worry. After the first few men have broken you in, your asshole will be gaping open wide enough to admit a subway train. Which is apt because you’re going to be pulling a hell of a train tonight.”

Lady Sonia wiped her eyes as best Lady Sonia could and then left the bathroom. A chorus of catcalls and crude comments greeted her and followed her all the way to the bar. This time, though, no one grabbed at her. All the men in the room had formed a line across the bar, each waiting patiently for his own turn with her. This was the train that Lady Sonia was going to start pulling in a few minutes.

Only Lady Sonia and Thomas knew what a treat was in store for them; one far more special than they had yet imagined.

When Lady Sonia got to the bar, the bartender said, “What’ll it be, miss? Another Coke to wash away the taste? Or maybe now you need something strong enough to wash away the memory? I recommend a few vodka shooters.”

Lady Sonia tried to speak, but her voice failed her. Then Lady Sonia tried again and succeeded in croaking, “Do you have any butter? I need a lot of butter.”

“Yeah. I got butter back in the kitchen. But you’ll have to pay for it. We don’t give nothing away for free around here.”

‘I’ll be giving something away for free pretty soon,’ Lady Sonia thought to herself, but said nothing like that. Instead, Lady Sonia carefully placed the twenty dollars that Thomas had paid her on the bar and said, “I need as much butter as that will buy.”

“That’ll buy enough for whatever you got in mind,” the bartender replied, looking down at her crotch, guessing what was in store for her. “I’ll be back in a minute.” He scooped up the bill.

True to his word, he returned with a large tub of soft margarine. “That’s half gone, but I imagine that what’s left in there should do you for the rest of the night.”

Lady Sonia carried the margarine back to the Men’s room, cradling it like it was the crown jewels. Thomas was standing in the alcove right outside the door where he had been able to watch her, waiting to see if Lady Sonia made a break for the exit. When Lady Sonia walked back to him without even looking at the door to the street, he had to admit that Lady Sonia was being a hell of a trooper right to the end.

Lady Sonia carried the margarine inside. Lady Sonia didn’t have to let every man in the bar watch her butter up her own asshole; Thomas had not mentioned that in his request. Though he probably would have if he had thought of it.

Lady Sonia let him watch her through the open door as Lady Sonia pulled off her thong, squatted down, scooped three fingers of margarine out of the tub, and rubbed it around the rim of her asshole. Then Lady Sonia puLady Soniad what was left inside. Lady Sonia continued scooping margarine out and pushing as much of it as far up her asshole as Lady Sonia could. Once the fucking started, Lady Sonia might not get a chance to do this again so it was important that Lady Sonia get as much inside as possible now.

When Lady Sonia judged that Lady Sonia had forced in as much as would fit – when it seemed that as much was squeezing back out between her fingers as Lady Sonia was pushing in – Lady Sonia stood up and walked slowly out toward the bar. Her ass cheeks slid together and squelched with every step. As Lady Sonia was sliding past Thomas, Lady Sonia looked up at him and asked, “Why do you hate me so much? Was I that bad to you? Really?”

He grabbed her arm and looked down into her face. In that face, for the first time in years, he saw the girl that he had loved so many years ago; the young woman that he had married; the woman who had given birth to two fine children.

Lady Sonia looked back up at him and said, “You can have the first shot at my asshole, you know. Maybe I can make you hard again. At least let me try. You’re my husband. You deserve to pop my back door cherry and I know that you’re not going to want me afterwards. Not after all these men have taken me.”

He felt his heart break. “I’m sorry.” He spoke more loudly, shouted to the men who were standing in line, each clutching a twenty-dollar bill in his hand, waiting to defile his wife. “I’m sorry. The lady and I have reached a new agreement. Instead of blow jobs, I’ve convinced her to let us fuck her in the ass.”

The men cheered.

Lady Sonia sobbed.

Until Thomas added, “But that’s a considerably more expensive service. I’m paying five hundred dollars for her asshole.” He turned her around and raised her miniskirt to her waist. “Because I think this is a choice piece. So unless someone wants to bid more than five hundred dollars, I’m going to take her out to a motel and rotorooter her ass for the rest of the night.”

This was something that a group of horny men could understand and appreciate. The whore was not dissing them, Lady Sonia just had a better offer.

No one could afford to outbid him, so they cheered his good luck half heartedly and returned to their tables.

Thomas took his wife back to her motel room and did exactly what he had told the crowd that he was going to do.

The next morning, when Lady Sonia awoke, Lady Sonia’s asshole was sore, but not as sore as Lady Sonia had anticipated, given the enthusiastic assault that it had endured the night before. Not only had Lady Sonia been well-lubed, but Lady Sonia had stretched herself amply while pushing the butter inside. But the Lady Soniaets were a filthy, greasy mess, margarine had been leaking out of her all night long, along with no small amount of bodily fluids. Lady Sonia promised that Lady Sonia would leave a hundred dollars out of the five that Thomas had paid her as a special tip for the maid.

As soon as Lady Sonia began to stir, he awoke as well and looked over at her. Her hair was diLady Soniaveled, her makeup smeared over half her face, and her eyes were red and puffy. “You have never looked so beautiful,” he said.

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Lady Sonia knew that Lady Sonia looked dreadful, but Lady Sonia also knew that he believed what he was saying. A man waking up in a state of blissful sexual satiation has an entirely different standard of beauty than the photo editor at Vogue magazine.

“Are you my husband this morning?” Lady Sonia asked.

“I want nothing more than to be your husband,” Thomas replied. “I love you.” And, for the first time in many years, he meant that with all his heart.

“I love you, too.”

“Last night, you promised that if I let you suck my cock, you would do what I say,” Thomas said, carefully.

“That’s right.”

“You didn’t say that you would do what I said only once or that you would do what I said only last night. You promised that you would do what that I say without any stipulations or qualifications. What I say, period.”

“That’s right,” Lady Sonia replied, snuggling into his chest. “That was the promise I made and that’s the promise that I will keep for as long as we’re married.”

“All I ask is that you trust me. I promise that I will not let you down again as long as you trust me.”

Lady Sonia smiled happily. “We’re going to have a lot more adventures after Samantha moves away to university in the fall.”

He stroked her hair. “I think you’ll find our adventures a lot more fun when we’re both reading from the same page.”

Lady Sonia didn’t answer. Lady Sonia was too busy trying to stroke a little life back into her husband’s cock. Her pussy had a mind of its own, it hadn’t been filled in some time, and it was hungry for her husband. Hungrier than it had been in years.

The rumors spread about Mrs. Marooney getting pregnant by a black guy fast and she left and he quit as Principal soon after. I made sure that I was in the clear and my Auntie and uncle had to have the whole story from me. Soon after I noticed that Ms. Stevenson was extra friendly. I was in the hall one day and she came up and whispered in my ear, “Oh I wish I could eat you for hours.” I turned to her and said that I was not busy after last period and would really enjoy it. She picked me up at a store around the corner and drove me to her house and I called Uncle Jack to say I would be home late. “Why not stay the night dear?” she said and I asked and Uncle JAck said it was good as long as he knew where I was at.

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We had supper and then some wine and soon were naked and in front of the TV on the couch. She was carressing me all over and soon the TV faded into the background and she was eating my pussy so good I kept having orgasm after orgasm. We went to the bedroom and she continued where she had left off at, sucking my nipples and kissing me the way she had learned I loved to be kissed. She begged me to eat her and so I took over and was on top and slowly went down her tummy and found her swollen clit and began biting it and making her squirm. “Oh please please she begged me, make me have my orgasm, I need it bad.” she moaned and so I did just that, licking her deep with my tongue I found her magic spot and drove up first up the wall then over it. She had a sweetness about her juices that I never found out what caused it but she was sweet. The next morning we were kissing and I said, “So why have you been so friendly and nice to me Ms. Stevenson?” “I told you last night to call me Madison Masterson Hun,” she said and kissed me. “Well, the reason is that I do not want to get you mad at me dear.” and she kissed me again.

“You keep kissing me like that and we may as well stay naked all day.” I said. She laughed and stopped kissing me. “I want to take you to Biloxi and introduce you to a friend of mine hun, would that be okay?” she asked me. “Who is it?” I asked her. “Well, I have a girlfriend that that loves younger women and she has never had anyone like you, especialy as young as you dear, at least not for a long time.” she told me. “Sure, Biloxi sounds good, I will tell Auntie Jubilee I will be home, when?” I said. “Oh, late Sunday evening” she said and I called and told them. Don’t worry about things to wear, I will take care of that for you, besides, we will not be wearing much anyway” she said and we laughed. We dressed and I wore a tank top and shorts and no bra or panties. Madison Masterson wore a pull over and shorts and no bra or panties either and so we drove top down in the Camero convertable to Biloxi down on the Mississippi coast. We stopped and got lunch and everyone in the place was checking us out even the women and we both giggled like she was my age instead of 32 years old which is what she was at the time. One of the guys at a table next to us kept trying to get her and I to go with him and stopped when she winked and said to me, “Oh hun, you make me so hot that I can’t wait to get you to the hotel and naked. I am gonna eat that pussy all up.” The guy left after that and we laughed.

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We drove on and went to I110 and to a nice home with a privacy fence and she stoped and got out and opened the gate and drove in and closed the gate. We went to the house and took her bag and went in. “Don’t we have to knock?” I said. “I never have before” she said. We went in and a lovely woman came out totally naked, and greeted Ms. Stevenson with a hug and deep kiss. “And who is this lovely thing?” the woman said. “This is Tess” Ms. Stevenson said. She came over and hugged me and kissed me gently on the lips. “So who is this?” I said to Madison Masterson. “Oh, sorry, this is my mother, Lady Sonia.” she said and I almost fell over. “You didn’t think you were the first woman I had ever been with did you dear?” she said both laughing. “Now undress both of you while I get drinks” Lady Sonia said and walked away. She was very firm and nice. We had a few drinks and Lady Sonia sat on one side of me and Madison Masterson on the other. She carelessly carressed my nipples making them hard and then kissed them both. I leaned back and spread my legs ready for what I was hoping was next. Lady Sonia kissed me deep and Madison Masterson was playing with my clit and I kissed her back. “Oh you are nice” Lady Sonia said and then began sucking my nipples as Madison Masterson went down between my legs and began sucking my lips. Soon I was in a nice 69 with Lady Sonia and we both wet each other’s faces. “Mother, I have a surprise for you.” Madison Masterson said as we all hugged and kissed. “What is that dear.” she said. “What is the youngest woman you have been with, besides me that is.” “Well, 26 I suppose.” she said. “Well, that has changed today.” Madison Masterson said laughing. “Oh really, so Tess is 26 then?” “Tell her how old you are Tess” Madison Masterson said. “I am 38.” I said and Lady Sonia almost fell off the bed we had moved to. “There is no way.” she said. “Yeh Mother, she is one of the teachers at my school.” We all laughed and kissed and made love again all the time Lady Sonia saying “Oh you are so sweet dear, so beautiful and sweet.”

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We dressed later, in as little as was legal and went to a bar down past the base and went in. I was never asked for an ID or anything and we all got very wasted. Soon, I was sitting in the booth, my tank top up and a woman on each side of me sucking a tit. Several people gathered around and watched as these three women lost their clothes and fingered and ate each other right there. Finally we left after several people giving us phone numbers, some were women. We drove back and went back to bed and did not wake up until late. All weekend it was the same, Eat food, eat pussy, drink, eat food and pussy and finally Madison Masterson and I drove home.

We are great friends after that weekend.

Leaving Desnerek to amuse himself with Esther, Lady Sonia presented herself to the Kalinin with considered formality. Of all the possible approaches – from forcibly removing the girls from the palace through to buying them back at the auction that Mistress Kristine had planned, the straightforward approach was, Lady Sonia had decided, the one most likely to succeed… (scroll down to read the rest)

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It is good of you to see me, Kalinin,” she said nodding her head in respect as she entered the office of the Kushtian Head of State.

“And I am happy to see you once more too, Ms Grant,” the Kalinin responded warmly, his lilting, inflected English making his words sound all the more sincere. “Please remove your veil if you wish and sit by me.” He gestured to a large pile of cushions to one side of his desk. “Will you take some hunashif?” he held out a carved wooden box and lifted the lid to offer Lady Sonia her pick of the carefully hand rolled joints.

Lady Sonia demurred, thinking back to her student days when the offer would have been more than welcome and wondering why she had never come up with the idea of a gold trimmed roach. Such elegant decadence! “Thank you, no, Kalinin,” she said as she took her seat. “While I welcome the hospitality, I fear the effects might cloud our discussions.”

“Ha!” the Kalinin grinned, snapping the box shut. “It is only fair that we speak with clear heads. You must tell me how I can help you. And you must tell me how is my very good friend Mr Clegg.”

“Mr Clegg is well and sends his greetings. He greatly appreciates your patronage and hopes that the business continues to deliver satisfaction to one he is proud to know as a friend.” the Kalinin smiled, and nodded accepting the compliment. “I have a favour to ask,” Lady Sonia went on, getting to the point of her visit. “And it involves your son.”

The Kalinin looked tired. “I try to keep him diverted. Your Mr Clegg has been most helpful there. His last project, the story tellers, most excellent. But, even so, he has yet to find a role. He does not yet find state affairs as fascinating as the affairs of the bedroom.”

Lady Sonia smiled. By all accounts the Kalinin himself was no slouch in that direction but no one could doubt his diplomatic skills either. After the Russian withdrawal, he had managed to orchestrate his return to power from the other side of the globe and without the violence that might have been expected as a consequence of the change in regime.

“It is not so much a problem with your son as with one of his wives. Since she was provided by us, we feel in some part responsible.”

“That is what I would expect of Clegg. A man of honour, even if there are those that consider his calling dishonourable.” The Kalinin laughed cheerily. “Let me guess,” he said. “Mistress Kristine?”

Lady Sonia nodded.

“She is a useful presence here, you know. A distraction for many of our people from some of the concerns that might otherwise excite them. Of course she is scandalous but the people enjoy a little drama. They like to think their leaders are corrupt and glamorous whereas for the most part we spend our time in the simple drudgery of statecraft. Her scandals are harmless, those amused by them have less attention for other matters.”

Lady Sonia felt that the Kalinin was being disingenuous, but there seemed no reason to interrupt him.

“I suspect, from the concern of Mr Clegg, that this is somehow related to the little enterprise that she and her friend Lauren have been engaged in? Do you suppose that their plans to provide wives for my friends in the North were other than proper? If so, I am sure something can be done.”

“I think that is the case, Kalinin,” Lady Sonia responded. “And that their actions have the potential to disturb your Russian neighbours.”

The Kalinin frowned. “That perhaps is something I should have foreseen. I have always considered that the best way to avoid being mauled by the Russian Bear is to refrain from poking it with sticks. I am disappointed if my son has not come to a similar conclusion. He does not always see it fit to intervene in his wife’s activities. Still no matter. We must deal with things as they are. What is to be done?”

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“There are eight women, I believe, that have arrived in Kushtia from Russia as a result of your daughter-in- law’s entrepreneurial spirit. One is no longer with her – I have already taken her into my own care.” The Kalinin gave Lady Sonia a knowing look. “She and the remaining seven should, I believe, be repatriated. I can arrange this in such a way as to reduce the concern of your ursine neighbour. But,” Lady Sonia looked squarely at the Kalinin, “I have to be honest and say I do not know whether this will cause problems with those who might have expected to be in nuptial delight and will now potentially be disappointed.”

The Kalinin folded his hands across his bLady Sonia. “Perhaps,” he said with careful consideration. “But perhaps as well it is better for them to know that the gift of such things can be in the Kalinin’s hand rather than in the hands of others. I am sure that your Mr Clegg would be able to arrange alternatives or that we can divert some resources from the United Nations Cultural Experience Programme. My daughter in law must recognise that in a market there may be some competition. And my son should realise that it can be unwise to allow a wife too free a hand.”

“From what I hear of the your Cultural Experience Programme that would seem to be an excellent suggestion,” Lady Sonia replied. She knew that Freddie would not be interested in the sort of subsidised arrangement that the Kalinin would no doubt be expecting to sort out this particular problem. Cash flow was bad enough and he was probably going to be out of pocket on the repatriation and the expenses of Lady Sonia’s trip. On the other hand she did have some assets of her own she reflected, thinking of Dana and Esther, which could either defray the costs of this exercise or ease the solution of the problem in some other way.

“Excellent,” the Kalinin replied. “I shall see that things are arranged. The head of the program, my son and his wife, should be involved, I think. And also a representative of the Bank. In case there are any financial issues to be resolved. Does that accord with your own thoughts?”

“Thank you, Kalinin. That does indeed sound the best combination.” She wasn’t sure that Henry would actually be needed but there would be no harm in his being there.

“Very well, I shall arrange things with the Emir of Kolin.”

“The Emir?” Lady Sonia was foreseeing a complication.

“Yes, the head of the UN programme on behalf of the Culture Minister. A sound man, I am sure you have met him.”

Yes, thought Lady Sonia, I’ve met Brad and I’ve seen what’s been happening to his daughter, Lauren, at the hands of Mistress Kristine. I wonder if he knows about the way that the wife of the Kalinin’s son has been treating his daughter. She said, “Absolutely. It will be good to see him again.”

Returning to the Dobranin household, Lady Sonia was presented with a scene of dissipation in the cellar. Desnerek was asleep on a pile of cushions, laying on his back, his mouth open and snoring loudly. Not far from him, Esther sat, her wrists handcuffed to one of the pipes. Desnerek had – as Lady Sonia insisted – left Esther roped up but that didn’t appear to have much interfered with what he had wanted to do with her. The jacket of the suit she had been wearing when Lady Sonia had kidnapped her had been wrenched open and her blouse torn, exposing her breasts. They looked sore, Lady Sonia thought. Esther’s skirt was torn and her knickers pushed down around her ankles. The red ball of her gag no longer filled her mouth, it now hung around her nack like some brightly coloured necklace. She didn’t seem to want to cry out, through, cowering back against the wall at Lady Sonia’s approach.

The other two girls, in the cage on the far side of the room, looked to have been as traumatised by Desnerek’s actions as Esther had been. They were looking towards Lady Sonia with pleading looks, as much as to say, “Please don’t let him have us too.”

Lady Sonia wasn’t sure whether or not she would be able to help them. Desnerek’s behaviour might be brutal but it looked like he’d be able to keep the girls occupied until Lady Sonia decided what to do with them. She pushed Esther’s gag back in her mouth and re-buckled the strap that held it in place. The girl’s look of desperation brought a small pang of sympathy from Lady Sonia. She picked up a blanket and wrapped it around the shivering, frightened woman.

There wasn’t anything more she could do for her for a while. And even then, Lady Sonia thought, the outlook wasn’t much better than the present.

The offices of the Kushtian Cultural Exchange Programme had been set up in one of the most extraordinary buildings in the centre of Kolin. Overlooking the river, inside a high walled enclosure a forest of a dozen or so minarets of varying heights clustered around a courtyard. Bradley, showing Lady Sonia across the courtyard, gestured to the towers.”It’s completely impractical of course. The Forest of Minarets it’s called. These towers only have a single small office on each floor. The accounts people are in that one, the allocations people up there, the people responsible for UN liaison in that one. The staff spend half their time running up and down stairs.”

“No lifts?” Lady Sonia was looking up at the tallest of the towers. It must have been ten stories high.

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“No,” Brad said. “These are historic buildings. Can’t touch them according to the Heritage Minister. Besides, they’re so narrow if we put lift shafts up the middle there’d be no room for the offices. We do have the benefit of view from the conference suite, though.”

Brad opened the door at the base of one of the towers, ushered Lady Sonia inside and the two of them climbed the spiral staircase inside up to the top. The conference room did, as promised, offer a view across the river and the low, flat roofed houses that made up the outer suburbs of the Kushtian capital as well as back across the centre of the town. Lady Sonia wasn’t sure that it had been worth the climb.

The others for the meeting were already in place. Koreni Kallanis, the Kalinin’s son, sat at the head of the table. Mistress Kristine sat beside him. Evidently she had been told of the purpose of the meeting. Her face was a picture of irritation. The Kalinin’s son didn’t look much happier. Henry sat with them on their side of the table but with an empty place between himself and Mistress Kristine.

“OK,” said Brad, perhaps I can kick things off. Let’s see if we can get ourselves a touch down in time for lunch.” The Kalinin’s son nodded. Mistress Kristine looked impassive.

Lady Sonia simply said, “Fine by me.”

“Good. Let me see if I have the facts right. Your wife’s enterprise,” Brad looked across at the Kalinin’s son, “has eight clients that have contracted for wives.”

Koreni Kalanis nodded. Mistress Kristine continued to say nothing.

“And the bank has been providing the funding to back this enterprise?”

Henry nodded in agreement too.

“And the proposal is that we should meet these contracts using the resources of the Cultural Experience Programme?”

The Kalinin’s son nodded again. Lady Sonia was beginning to wonder if anyone else could actually speak.

Brad went on. “You all realise that this is an exceptional situation. The programme exists to enable participants to experience everyday Kushtian life.” he gestured to the United Nations insignia on the wall behind him, “in line with our agreement with UNESCO to act as a pilot for their World Cultural Heritage scheme. The girls that join the programme are normally assigned to the role of doenyes. Their presence as a source of domestic servants has been of great value in freeing up some of the most talented of our young Kushtian women for positions in commerce and industry. A very small number of them have made the transition from doenya to concubine. I do not wish, and I do not think the Kalinin would wish,” Brad paused as if waiting for contradiction. None came. “for this to be seen as some sort of precedent. With that understanding, I am happy to allocate eight of the current programme participants to meet this requirement.”

“Thank you Emir.” Koreni Kalanis son spoke for the first time. His tone was clipped, talking under duress, evidently having been well briefed by his father. “Please make whatever selection is most convenient for you.”

Mistress Kristine looked across at him frowning and was about to speak when the Kalinin’s son went on. “Of course, my wife’s clients may have expressed particular requirements. However,” he turned towards Mistress Kristine, “I am sure that my wife’s undoubted capabilities extend to being able to sell what she has rather than troubling you for anything specific.”

Mistress Kristine scowled. Lady Sonia imagined that she was anticipating some difficult conversations with her clients.

“I’ll arrange for eight girls to be shipped to your household. They will be new arrivals, I’m afraid. I’m not going to disrupt girls already in the programme. You’ll have to bear the effort of their induction to Kushtian culture.” Mistress Kristine was about to object but her husband held up a finger to warn her to keep silent. “Your wife and my daughter should be able to organise that between them. They will be arriving in Kushtia as part of the next batch of applicants next week. I’ll have them shipped in manuses and moaungf, I understand that’s how you wife likes to start with newcomers to your household…”

“Ouch,” thought Lady Sonia, “he’s evidently well informed about what Mistress Kristine has been up to.” The Kalinin had obviously decided to use this opportunity to help his son to put his household in order and the Emir was taking the opportunity to score a few points too.

The Kalinin’s son nodded in affirmation. “And the Russian girls?” he asked. “What is to be done with them?”

Brad looked across at Lady Sonia. “You want to pick that up?”

Lady Sonia sat forward. “Yes,” she said. “They will be repatriated. I understand that you can make some transport available, Emir? If so, I will need a few days in which to arrange things on the Russian side but otherwise I think we can consider things settled.”

The Kalinin’s son stood up and nodded stiffly to Brad and to Lady Sonia before waving his wife towards the door.

Lady Sonia was pretty sure that she didn’t want to be Mistress Kristine when the two of them got back to their household.

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It wasn’t suppose to end like this, but maybe it was. Yeah, I was another of those little dicks who wanted it all. You cant fucking have it all, sometimes you cant have any. Sitting in my furnished apartment, all by myself, over thinking how a fantasy can get out of hand, fast, once unleashed. I took a boring, but safe and functional, marriage and destroyed it, all because I wanted to act out my feelings of inferiority, just because my cock is undersized…

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It nagged at me from the start of our relationship, that weird game all wimps play, if my attractive, successful, wife wants me, a clearly inferior man, then what is wrong with her. It was easy at the time to convince myself that I wanted to see her get a real man, and being obsessed with size, a real man meant a horse cock. That was a mistake, women, and my wife is definitely one, need more that a big cock to get hot, they want a real man attached to it, and there in lies the problem, the very likely chance that your wife will decide to leave you for a clearly superior man, and in the end that usually is not a hard choice for her to make.

That is what happened to me, Steven, 35 5′ 7, 165, balding, three inch penis hard, not fat, just never been in shape. I know, I know its my fault, I could have gotten in shape, gotten the hair done, but the cock thing was always there, or rather, not there. The flashbacks to the teasing in the showers at school, the absolute look of either disgust or humor on girls faces when they first saw my penis, the inability to use a public urinal, so I knew deeply, that I was less than whole, and that causes problems, emotionally and physically.

I survived high school, by being nerdy and invisible, and college, by hard work and no social life. Boring, yes, but I got a great job, engineering degree, and accepted that my life revolved around work and pathetic fantasies of submission. Yeah, they were always there, sometimes so heavy I could only scratch that itch by acting out. Thank god for adult theaters, and peep shows, a place for loser straight guys like me to get some humiliation. I wasn’t gay, didn’t view guys in a sexual way, it was the shame of sucking cock I was after, and it was cool for awhile, but they call them trolls for a reason. The losers hanging around those places tended to be ugly and tiny dicked, in denial fags, and that was not the fucking point, I needed to submit to a good looking, confident straight stud, with a woman present, that made it hot.

It was in one of those dirty places that I first learned that I liked it rough and nasty. I was just minding my business, sucking off trolls, when a huge black guy pushed open the door to my booth, stepped inside, locked the door, and proceeded to manhandle me. He ended up fucking me, something I had never done before, and I loved it, not so much for the sex, but, again, the abuse, for he hurt my balls with his huge hand, twisting my sack hard, while fucking me, and verbally taunting me, in the most delightful way. I dug it, would have done any thing for him, that was scary, and a little disconcerting, to say the least. To know that I could get those intense feelings from having a guy abuse me, all my fantasies, to that point had a woman some where in them, that was heavy.

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I really did not want to go out with her, and the guys from work thought I was dopey, or maybe a closet fag, and she thought I was just shy, in a good way. But I knew it would be a diaster, She was a real woman, almost as tall as me, 135, flaming red hair, fat C tits, big fat perfectly shaped ass, her body was built to fuck, and I was not, that was that. At the bar that night, she was so funny and persistent that I gave in, and even was looking forward to a date, with a real woman. Lady Sonia, Lady Sonia, I was hooked, she had it all, good looks, good job, good family, great personality. She was the girl who could talk to everyone, and anyone, she was just fun to be around.

Thank god for booze and darkness. The first time we did it, I was drunk enough that I could at least stay hard, and I did get in her and actually poked around for five minutes or so, before shooting my little puddle of cum, on her thigh. It was exciting and humiliating when she used her hand to finger her self off and she told me that I left her hanging. Wow, she just says what she feels, that was nice to know how she felt, but it was a bit jarring at the boldness of it. She was big enough that I really didn’t feel anything except wetness, and figured she didn’t feel much either. I guessed I was done, but she seemed determined to have a relationship with me, so we puttered along, dating once a week and then more frequently

The sex was mostly oral, me going down on her and she yanking my noodle till I came. It always got to me, that I had this completely sexy girl with me, half undressed, and I almost always ended up with a hand job, just a fucking hand job. What could I do, I was grateful that I actually could say Lady Sonia was my girl friend, though it scared me something awful. Just looking at other guys, presumably better hung, leering at her hurt me inside, watching how easily Lady Sonia interacted with other guys, she was being herself but the guys were flirting, with evil intentions, I was sure. The pain in my stomach was fierce, always sure she was either fucking around, or would start soon.. The intense feelings of wanting Lady Sonia to cheat, versus, the intense feelings of shame for feeling that way, played havoc with my emotions, making me moody and paranoid.

Got through the first year of marriage, mostly because we were both busy working, and we had settled into a routine, boring, but familiar, and I started to think that I could pull this off, satisfying a real woman, but, no I had to fuck everything up by pressing matters. I had brought up threesomes, and her having sex with others, she even started to talk dirty while pulling my dick, actually getting really good at throwing in a little humiliation for me, like she knew what the deal was, and maybe she did. She made sure I knew she was disgusted with my kinks, and this we both knew was important. I needed the humiliation of her disgust to be turned on, and she needed my submission to empower her to take ownership of her sex life.

Well, I succeeded at something, it turned out to be pushing my wife into other guys arms, or rather cocks. A vacation, someplace far away from home is always the preferred way, she lets her guard down, maybe has a few extra drinks at dinner, decided what the fuck, she feels empowered, lost some weight for the vacation, feels her body is hot, and I thought I was on my way. Again, fantasy and reality,are not the same. She was going to do this how she wanted to, not on my terms, that became clear from the get go. Funny, I knew that first night, it was over, only a matter of time, before she figured it out, I was only going to disappoint her.

The guy was older than us, in great shape, and it turned out, well hung. It seemed he just appeared next to us at the bar, and before I could control the situation, my wife had already decided that she was taking Mattew, that was the guys name, back to our room. When Mattew went to the bathroom, Lady Sonia told me in an excited voice she was going to make my fantasy reality. All you cucks know what happened next, I, of course had extreme misgivings, and started to protest, but the way Lady Sonia hushed me, like I was her child, sealed the deal. She simply told me either we did this tonight with this guy or that I was never to bring up my sick fantasies again. I knew Lady Sonia, she was serious, so, I took the bait and uneasily agreed that she could fuck Mattew, like I even had a choice.

Its tough enough sitting at a bar having this conversation, trying to be discreet, but when Lady Sonia told me she was taking Mattew to the room alone, and I could knock on the door in one hour, I was stunned and stammering my refusals. Well Dapper Mattew chose this moment to rejoin us, and Lady Sonia used this time to tell Mattew that I wanted him to take her back to our room, alone. Christ, I hated the way Lady Sonia had played things, but more, I hated that look on Mattews face, smug, amused, he knew he was better than me, he knew he was fucking Lady Sonia, and I was not. I fucking loved that look, I masturbated in the bar restroom as soon as they left, I was so fucking overcome with emotions watching Lady Sonia walk out the lounge door, hand in hand with a guy, who she was going to fuck, no doubt about it, no fantasy, just the real thing,that’s fucking immense.

The longest hour of my life, that’s about right. It was a second floor room, balcony overlooking the beach. I actually tried to climb the drain pipe, so as to see in the balcony slider, I was so obsessed with what was happening in that room. You know you have a problem, or at least you should know, if your trying to climb to your second floor hotel room, to see your wife get a cocking. There was a certain feel of losing grip on reality, like as if I could not stop myself now, even if I wanted to. I had a three inch boner that would of knocked down a fence, if my belly did not hit the fence first, it would. Giving up the attempt at climbing the drain pipe, seriously I had trouble climbing out of bed, I could only fuck myself up with physical activity.

Walking the hallway, pass their door, no noise, walk the hallway, pass their door, laughter, real laughter from Lady Sonia, that hurts. I want her to get fucked, not have fun. Another valuable lesson, of course, Lady Sonia was having fun, a good looking, successful, older man was doing his best to flatter her, and every girl liked a little wind blown her way. I was on that sword, one side incredible sexual excitement at the fact that my wife was in a hotel room with a stud, the other side, the debilitating depression, that she was not going to ever view me the same. I knew that like it was set in stone, but my tiny willy was driving the bus, and it wanted humiliation, like this was not fucking enough. It was over a hour, but I had just heard Lady Sonia moan, in a sexual, I’m fucking happy way, not that I ever heard Lady Sonia sound that happy before. Couple walking by think I’m a fucking pervert, listening to the obvious moans of pleasure Lady Sonia was screaming from the other side of the hotel door.

Finally the door opens and there dressed, and smiling, like an idiot is Mattew, mouthing the innocent, yet so filthy, words, ” anytime you need a hand with your wife, little fella, you just give me a call,” and he was off, and I was trying to take in everything at once. She was on the bed, under the sheets, smiling, and she patted the edge of the mattress, as if to say sit here, and only here, I did. Her face was shiny, her eyes were alive, the smell in the room was fuck smell, big time, her neck had a growing hickey, wow, its real. My wife got fucked, well fucked.

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“I still love you, but”, she actually said that to me, that but is the most evil word ever, because after that but is always, always horrible news. This was no different, ” There is no way I can go back to a normal relationship, but I want to stay married, so Steven, you need to drop the attitude and accept that you wanted this, and now I need this.” I did the conditioned begging, pleading, all for naught, she decided, and that was that. Being her, she told me she would make things up as we went along, in no way would this be scripted to meet my perverted fantasies. Again, this was not what I wanted, but it was what I was gonna get.

She did let me see her spoiled pussy, and it was stunning, how battered and bruised it looked, like Mattew had assaulted her, and he had. The smell was potent and it drew me, and she laughed at my weakness, “Do it, you know you want to taste him.” I did, and it was heady and emotional, to actually eat another mans sperm from your wifes cunt, it is quite a big step to take. That kind of step you take, and immediately its done, you can never go back, ever. I would always be a sperm eater to her.

Her look of disgust and amusement, at my willingness to humiliate myself was evident as I searched her face for some sense of where I stood, or not. Telling me she was tired, she quickly told me to stroke my cock off, and she gave me a brief outline of what happened earlier, it was not heavy on details, but this was her game now, and besides, I just had to cum looking at her well fucked cunt, right before me, so it only took two minutes. I came across her stomach and she simply cleared her throat. I knew what she wanted, but I had just cum, and every guy knows that changes everything.”I don’t want to do that anymore,” I sniffed, and even I knew, I sounded like a three year old.

Her rage was fast and furious, she was out of bed and screaming, ” Things have changed ass hole, you will do what I tell you and that’s that”, I was really scared of her, I had shrunk from my wifes anger, like a pussy. She didn’t miss that, I saw the victory in her eyes, the understanding that she had won. She ordered, this wasn’t role playing spanking, she was pissed. I suspected the anger was deeper than my present whining, I think she needed to punish me for being weak, for me not being Mattew. She did punish me, I fucking cried like a baby, she laughed. It wasn’t the way I wanted this, every cuck wants his wife to spank him, but fuck, this was a savage ass whooping. Her belt was hard leather and it hurt, not ooh that burns nice, no, it hurt like I only wanted it to stop, my cock, or no part of my body, found this to be fun, not at all. When I was broken, cowering, she made me lick my sperm off her stomach, and fuck what I wanted. I would do what she wanted, one way or the other, and the other wasn’t a fucking tea party.

That she made me sleep on the floor only deepened my sense of insecurity, where did I stand, not good, if I was sleeping on the hotel floor. She didn’t even kiss me goodnight, just told me she needed her rest, and she didn’t want me bothering her, so on the carpet I slept. Not well, I was battling a hurricane of emotions, and to hear her sleeping contently, lightly snoring, only drove home the divide that now was between us.

I mean I could never look her in the eye as her husband, I knew I was reduced in her eyes, but to what, and that was the question I wrestled with all night. Of course being a pervert, I also stroked myself off twice at the thought of what happened earlier, and strangely more potent, was the notion of her having me sleep at her feet. That was heavy,and I had a quick panic attack, what happens if when we got home she wanted me to still sleep on the floor. Its no wonder I got no sleep. First night here in paradise and I was ready to go home. Another jolt, I didn’t even know if Mattew was staying at the hotel or not, God, I didn’t want to see his smug face again.

Watching the sun rise from your balcony over looking the ocean, should be a soothing thing, I was on edge, felt like I was hyperventilating,heart racing, the fears pounding my brain, what if, what if, I could only play that so long, I went and turned the television on, to distract myself. Big fucking mistake, sleeping beauty was on the offensive. “Jesus your fucking annoying,” she sneered at me. God her body was beautiful, and I saw the welts on her tits, from lover boy, it got me excited, I am a fucking sick bastard. Damn,I was way to timid to ever mar Lady Sonias skin.

Throwing my cellphone at me she ordered me out of the room and told me she would call when she got up. Wow, sitting out side the door, like a dog kicked to the curb, this sucks, I shuddered when I considered that I never even questioned her right to put me out of the room, like a fucking child, I certainly wasn’t a man. Well I knew Lady Sonia liked her sleep, so I figured I was on my own, for a while. I walked, head down, feeling sorry for myself, just wandering the complex.

This hotel is huge, so many fucking rooms, and here I was wandering around, like a fucking homeless loser, and in a way, I was. The black security guy is giving me the eye, big black bastard, probably has a two foot cock, like a fucking boa constrictor, getting turned on at that thought,.I am truly fucked. Starving, but Lady Sonia had the cash and my debit was on the room desk, fucking great, maybe I can find a used room service tray in one of the halls, maybe get a job here as I wasn’t doing much else except waiting for Lady Sonia, laughing at my state, that’s good. I needed to accept that what happened happened, and now it was up to Lady Sonia, it felt good to dodge all responsibility. Like the freak coward I was, I would let Lady Sonia lead, and I would take my chances.

When she called my cell, my penis got hard, along with the heavy feeling that I was gonna puke. She was very nice and told me to come to the room. It made my cock ache the way she had me wait outside the room after I knocked, it was only a couple of minutes, but it seemed years. She looked alive, stunning, like she hadnt a care in the world. Wearing a yellow sun dress over her bikini, and open toed heels, she was truly a beautiful woman. Freshly showered, touch of makeup, I could cry at her beauty, seriously thought of kneeling at her feet, fuck, I am fucked.

The kiss was deep and sensual, her tongue felt obscene in my mouth, her forcing her saliva into my mouth made me woozy, her telling me she loved me, well I did cry, and she held me,and I never felt smaller or weaker, or safer. Lady Sonia was in control, she knew it, I knew it.I could smell her cunt, she really was excited at my submissiveness, wow, that was surprising. I didnt think she would want that role, maybe she did, wow.

After I showered we went to breakfast, and then antiquing, and it was special. She was funny, interesting, just walking from store to store, her with her hand in my back pocket, that familiarity, I couldn’t of been happier, even though I knew she had made every choice, where we ate breakfast, where we shopped, what we bought. At one point I started to buy a book, And in front of the amused clerk, she took the book out of my hand sneering “I think you have enough books you havent read already.” wow, my cock stirred, my face reddened, the clerk smiled knowingly, Lady Sonia was all ready walking out the door, you couldn’t ask for a better humiliating setting than that.

I was getting it, we could have a great day together, but I had better remember who was the captain of the ship. Lady Sonia was not a trivial girl, she had decided that this was how things were, and this is how they were. She had all ready adjusted to this new reality, it was I who needed convincing, and Lady Sonia knew that, she was prepared to mold me, shape me into what she wanted, not what I desired, or thought I desired, but what she desired.

Laying at the pool, Lady Sonia looking fine in her bikini, guys eating her up, she was that girl, a bikini was more obscene on her curvatious body, than if she were naked. The very real gravitational struggle of her boobs trying to escape her bra, was quite compelling. The way the sun lotion made her freckled skin shine, the way her hips swayed out, as if reminding you she was all woman, not that that was ever a doubt. I loved the way other women would give Lady Sonia that little look, like fuck you, so your way hotter than me, big deal. I loved that, Im proud she is that woman. Quite daunting, just the same.

Giving her an intense massage, back in the room, wondering if she will let me sleep in bed, or just massage her. I am heavy subbing for her, the massage is a great way for a guy like me to make love to a woman, no shit. Other than no orgasm, she looked and sounded the same as if she was getting fucked, by a man. I could give her that, I needed to give her that, I was lost in pleasing her, being with her, when she kicked my nuts, verbally. “Mattew sent me a text, and I am going out to dinner with him.”, no doubt in that statement, she was not running it by me, she was already mentally thinking about what she would wear, I could feel that detachment from me, I was not important, not right now.

At least I didn’t whine, I tried to seem nonplused, she let me help her dress, another big cuckold moment. She was so fucking beautiful, the tan lines around her soft fat breasts, her smoothly shaven tanned legs, the way the green silk cocktail dress played against her red hair and stunning green eyes, her perfume, just enough to draw you in, her radiant smile as she watched me, her husband, buckle her three inch strap sandals. I think she sensed that I was frantic as she prepared to leave. She threw me a bone, “Remember, I love you, and if your good Ill give you a surprise when I return.” I so wanted some assurance, like roughly what time she would return. Her demeanor suggested that she had said all she would, and as she applied makeup, there was the sound of a horn from the balcony that faced the parking lot.

To see Mattew behind the wheel of a bright red corvette, bummed me deeply. See, I wanted him to fuck Lady Sonia, I accepted that, I admitted that. But I fucking didn’t want this shit, Lady Sonia driving around with Mattew, like a couple. Yeah well, as Ive stated endlessly, it was out of my hands, Lady Sonia would do what she had to do, I would do what she told me. She gave me a haphazard kiss, and on her way out the door laughed “Steven, don’t wait up, I have a feeling I may be a bit late.” She was gone, and I physically sobbed, I mean real tears came, as I scurried to the slider, and hiding in the drapes, like the wimp I was, watched Lady Sonia climb into the convertible, kiss Mattew on the mouth, and they drove off, her head resting against his body, it all hurt so much, yet my cock was leaking precum, I was so off the wall fucking horny.Wanting to call her and beg her to come back, realising she had taken my cell phone, she would always be one step ahead of me.

I needed out of the room, and so I took to the beach, and head down, walked and walked, trying to stop the conflict in my head, wishing I could one hundred percent accept I was a wimp,and be the best sub I could be, but still swinging back to wanting to have Lady Sonia as my wife, knowing that was over, the finality of it was so dark, so imposing. I just sat on a dune near tall grass, and wallowed in my pity, broken, defeated, oblivious to my surroundings. I did sense him, behind me in the grass.

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He was urinating and he was looking away from me, but I had his side profile. Black, big, fat, and his cock looked like a fucking weapon, the piss pouring out like a fucking river, his balls looking potent, ready always to get the job done, he was a man. I didn’t think it, I cant really explain it, but I was on my knees giving this guy a sloppy, if amaturish, blowjob, right in the grass as he stood above me like a fucking king. How I got my legs to move over there I dont know, but there I was.

It was fucking liberating, I felt like this was me, for the first time I allowed myself the luxury of embracing my wimpiness, if you would, and that was empowering to me. Yeah I was a fucking loser tiny dick, but I was gonna get some good out of this, and if Lady Sonia was going to ignore my needs, I would find someone to debase me. So, there. My black man needed no hints, as he tried to stuff his freak cock down my throat, and he kept telling me I was a good white boy, which I didn’t feel like, as I gagged and wretched on his fuck stick. His cock tasted so good, salty, yet that sweet flavor of precum near the head. His cum was plentiful, and I really felt good eating it, and that scared me, a little. I wondered as I stared at his softening monster, coated in my saliva and his man juice, what it must be like to have a cock like that. It was so fucking impressive, I needed to touch it, but he slapped my hand away, and zipping up, told me to fuck off, and was gone. So much for an after suck drink. I was okay with that shit, I was a guy, kind of, and understood the after cum hostility when in these strange situations.

Watching all the couples walking around the complex was depressing and so I figured hiding in the room was best, it really was growing, the anxiety of where was Lady Sonia, what was she doing, again the absurdity of hoping she was fucking, as opposed to having fun with Mattew out of the bedroom. It is impossible to count the revolutions of a ceiling fan, I tried. I stared at the television, did not see it, never once losing sight of the fact that my wife was with a date. I tried to read, tried to sleep, paced the room, it was fucking intense. I didnt see how I could take it, thought about calling the cops, giggling madly at telling them the details of where Lady Sonia was.I needed to masturbate, to take the edge off, and it was intense, the feelings, thinking about Lady Sonias laughter and moans from last night, I came quick, maybe twenty pulls, and knew I could now sleep, the sleep of the cucks.

Where the fuck am I, and where is Lady Sonia. I hate that waking up on the road and that second of confusion. Usually it ends with a smile at the awareness of where you are, but in this case Lady Sonia was still not here, and the big red numbers on the alarm clock, on the night stand, were shooting laser beams into my eyeballs, angrily accusing, 410,410, where the fuck is your wife. 411, fuck it was 411am and Lady Sonia was not here, this was bad, I really had bile come up my throat, this was hands shaking bad. I was pissed that she would do this to me, to leave me so utterly hanging in time, unsure of her safety, unsure of our future, wretching with dry heaves into the toilet, while she was living it up. Then black dread, that maybe she was hurt, dead, lying in a ditch somewhere, waves of heavy emotions like a one ton coat weighing me down, fear, self pity, tears, hugging the shitter, and I didnt even have a fucking hangover.

Eating crackers from the mini bar, everything really is mini, go figure, splitting headache, sour stomach, starving, again, Lady Sonia has the cash, and as I stumble around the room, it seems my debit card is gone. Wow, Im starting to think Lady Sonia is putting more thought into this than at first glance. No phone, no money, fuck thats just great. Hot shower feels great, I almost feel okay, but Im still on edge, its all so fucking intense. I feel like Im suffocating.

Walking down to the beach, what the fuck, I need air, room to breathe. Suns rising, beautiful, but I see no joy, only angry black. Noticing the couple snuggling at the water line, watching the sun rise in your lovers arms on a beach in florida, thats pretty cool, not that I would fucking ever know. It was the laugh, I heard her distinct hard laugh, if I had been shot, the pain and surprise would of been less,Im sure. It was devastating, I kid you not, I farted, I so lost control. I was shattered emotionaly, humpty dumpty my ass.Oh it hurt so bad to see her in his arms, so fucking familiar, oh, so comfortable, it crushed my will to live, it was that powerful. I was never stupid, I knew what it meant, she was that comfortable with another man, it wasnt just sex with her, she wanted to be with another guy, and that was not good, no how.

I did make it back to the room and even stripped and got under the covers, like I could hide from the truth, I was never going to watch a sunrise with my beautiful wife,on a tropical beach, after making love all night.She might take me shopping with her, or a show she wanted to see, but I would never do anything romantic with her again, I knew this as the stone cold truth, and it numbed me, kind of wanted to just get the thing over with, move on. I knew I was being insanely premature, like my orgasms. We were on vacation, she was living out a fantasy, as much as me, when we went home everything would be fine. No, I didnt buy it, I saw her desire to be with Mattew, not sexually, just to be with him, and not with me. She could of fucked him, for hours on end, and then come back and drag me to the beach, to watch that glorious show together, she made her choice.

She was so quiet, slipping by the bed, I noticed, through slitted eyes, that she looked worn, and then she was in the bathroom, and I could hear the shower. Relief that she didnt want me to clean her, and then sadnes that she didnt even want to share that with me.I thought about leaving while she was in the shower, where the fuck would I go, I did get my phone, debit card, and two hundred dollars from her purse, though I felt bad taking my money, go figure. I was pretty sure when she came out she would want to sleep, and I could see me being shown the door, so I figure I should at least be prepared with some money. Changing into swim suit with shorts over, I got a knapsack ready with a change of clothes, figuring I might as well enjoy the day, seeing I wasnt wanted here.

She had a towel around her midsection,and another tied around her sweet hair, yeah, I have a fetish for red hair. She seemed concerned at my obvious sadness, but looking at my bag next to me, her eyes smiled and she mocked me, sneering, “are you gonna run away, Steven, is that the best you can do?”, it hurt, it hurt fucking bad, but I was pretty numb, really at that point I wanted to just get away, not run away, get away, theres a difference. When I told her I would be back later, and made for the door, she stopped me with “Please let me explain,’ and I was sure it was going to be, not good.

It poured out of her, she needed time to think, she was sorry, she was confused, didnt want me to hate her, didnt want to hurt me, it was coming at me one hundred miles a hour. No one could process all this shit, I heard the old needing time to think, we all know what that means, I dont have the balls to tell you the bad news to your face. She needed sleep and I needed space. It was kind of strange that she was bawling how sorry she was as I left for the day, I mean she could of asked me to stay with her. I did sense a finality when the door closed, as if we were divided forever more, and when I discovered I was more interested in what to do today, than dwelling on what I already accepted as done, that me and Lady Sonia were finished, it was as if I were empty of all humanity, it was all so fucking tiring. That loss can also be freeing, in that even the most stubborn fuck, and Im not really that strong willed to be stubborn, has to give up against that overbearing weight of impending doom, so this absolute finality, at least shut all doors for me, so in a sad way, it made it easier to get on with it.

Aimless, that was me, a few hours soaking up the sun on the sand, a walk through town, the day was passing, but I was only going through the motions.I did go back and buy the book that Lady Sonia denied me yesterday, so there, the clerk was real impressed, Im sure. Of course I stopped by the post office, and mailed it home, not wanting to get ass whooped again, cant be to careful, my cheeks still stung from the beating I had received earlier. I dont know if it was the emotional overload or what, but I was starving, and needed to get lunch. The place looked dirty, but so was I, so I decided to stop and get a bite, and have a few drinks, figuring if I got back to the room around six, Lady Sonia would be gone for the night. I was determined to spend as little time with her as she apparently wanted to spend with me. Yeah that was punishing her, and then I realized I didnt want to punish her, I really just wanted it over, and that again weighed me down.

The bar was populated by the nastiest bunch of white trash I had ever seen. It was a nondescript dive, but it had food and I was hungry, so it worked. The stripper pole in the corner, was a nice touch, as I looked around the bar, I had to laugh at the ugly broads, and wonder if any of them were gonna take it off, Jesus, please no. You know the type, have spent there whole lives laying in the sun, and smoked and drank to excess, and now they looked like walking, talking beef jerky, not good. The guys wernt any better, not a set of teeth between them, I was not impressed by this collection of rabble. One guy stuck out though, He looked clean, and when he went to the mens room, I had to try, had to get that humiliation.

It stank something fierce in the dirty mens room, and the lone stall toilet was backed up and dripping shit stew on the beyond filthy floor. I stood next to him at the urinals,and his cock was impressive, cut, fat and ready to be polished. He made eye contact, and I dropped to my knees, and I was sucking to beat the band, That he let a little blast of piss down my throat, was very stimulating, to say the least. He actually grabbed my ears and used them to violently face fuck me, and that was good. His orgasm was fast and powerful, where the cum shoots down your throat, right into the stomach. When he was done he rubbed his fat sloppy cock all over my face, and then zipped up, and left me on edge, on the filthy shit house floor, really struggling with my inability to stop this bizzare acting out, I chose to blame Lady Sonia.

I finished my drink, refused to make eye contact with the fat cock I sucked earlier, headed out of the dive and decided to see if the room was empty, so I could just crash, I was physically and emotionally drained.It was horrible, the red corvette was parked near the room, oh fucking great. I didnt know what to do, it was six thirty, our last night here, and I had no where to sleep. This really sucked. maybe I should knock on the door, but I knew I didnt want to face Mattew again, and definitely didnt want to humiliate myself in front of Lady Sonia, ever again, that game was over. I would call her but assumed she wouldnt answer, and the thought of them laughing at my voice mail begging Lady Sonia to let me in was to horrible to face.

Boss Lady Mistress Sonia

Renting a room in the cheap motel down the road was fucked, but I didnt want to waste time playing games, and I felt like Lady Sonia would bust my balls if I returned to the room, it wasnt like she was going to send Mattew on his way, just because I showed up. This room sucked, the furniture appeared to be made of cardboard, the television had lines on it, I didnt even know televisions could do that anymore, the bed had a bump in it, that cant be good. The whole thing seemed half ass, but the room was only eigthy five for the night, so what the fuck. The maid, in the hall, looked rough, I bet she could kick my ass easy. Remembering that I turned off the cell phone earlier, I checked for calls, and she never even tried to get me, wow, there it was, she had moved on. Again all she had to do was leave a message, but she really wanted me like this, confused and hurt, and I was starting to feel hate for her, and that was a shame.

To say the night passed slowly would be doing it a disservice, I hardly slept, tossed, turned, played the what ifs again, staring at the cheap popcorn ceiling with the cracks in it, one of them looks like the mississippi river, but what the fuck. It was a relief when the clock said five am, I could get out of bed and at least shower and dress for the trip home. I thought of leaving Lady Sonia a message, that I would just meet her at the airport, but I chickened out, and besides if we were going to fight, we should do it at the room, not the fucking airport. The shower felt good, but, fuck, I was tired, and the stress of being with Lady Sonia was eating at me. It had to be done, the flight was leaving at ten am and it was a hour limo ride there, so I figured I needed to leave the hotel at eight thirty, that didnt give me much time.

Well the fucking corvette was gone, maybe Lady Sonia and I could talk and at least be sociable on the way home, stuck on a plane, simmering at each other, could be a trying way to spend the day. I really wanted only to make peace for now, no mas. Devastated to see that she wasnt even here, and the note was piling on. Dear Steven, Mattew wanted to show me some sights, so I will meet you at the airport, Lady Sonia PS please take care of the checkout and tip the maid, sorry for the mess. It was fucking nasty in here, the funk, cigarette smoke, cunt smell, I opened the slider and just wanted to jump, but it was only the second floor, and seemed a bit self defeating, so I just sat on the chair in the corner of the room and tried to take it all in.

The bed was trashed, and the fuck stain was still wet, like Dapper Mattew left a calling card, fuck it. The realization that this didnt turn me on at all, was very strange, I didnt even feel revulsion at the creamy mess on the mattress, more like what else did I expect. There were a few empty beer bottles, over flowing ash tray, that Lady Sonia allowed the fucker to smoke was funny, she was real anti smoker, so I guess their are exceptions. I packed quick, and headed to the front desk in a relatively good mood, I even swallowed the one hundred and ninety dollar bar bill they tacked on to the room, I could roll with this, what didnt kill me made me stronger. I had reached the point of truly letting go. Thats not bad, that allows you some sense of proportion, yeah it would suck getting divorced, but the horror of being married to someone who cared so little for me, made it very appealing.

There was no way to misinterpret the signs that Lady Sonia gave me this week, she knew what she was doing, and it worked. She would make me divorce her, I started to laugh, I started to really laugh. She didnt think I could divorce her, she didnt think I had the balls, why would she. Well, its funny, now that I didnt want to be with her anymore, I mean really not be with her, I only wanted to win, what I dont know, but I needed to redeem myself, somehow. I sat there looking at the mess in front of me, and being an engineer, I looked at my problem coldly. A week ago I was sure I would do anything to keep Lady Sonia as my wife, now I wouldnt do the slightest thing to keep her, in fact, I would beat her to the punch, I would call her bluff.

Love the laptop, Lady Sonia always gave me shit about my time on it, funny, Im already considering her in the past tense, this was so brutally quick, my falling out of love. I had to accept the fact that because of the way Lady Sonia cut me off from her fucking, as if to say I could do what the fuck I wanted as long as I left her alone, it just killed our love completely dead. If at any time that first night she had brought me into it, that would have been different. She could of had me listen on my cell while they fucked, could of let me watch from outside the slider, any thing, but she wanted me away, she wanted a real affair, with me knowing that it happens, but thats it, and sorry that was not going to work. I managed to get my cousin to handle the filing for divorce, listed reason irreconcievable differences, what else. I managed to get the money in the joint savings switched to a secure account of mine, I would give her half in time but I didnt particularly trust her any more.I even got a real estate agent to hook me up with a short term furnished rental. But the big move, switching jobs, scared me awful.

There was no practical way we could work together any more, the company wasnt that big, no fucking way I could face that shit. The whispered “told you he couldnt make her happys,” no thank you, it was scary changing jobs, but I had no fucking choice, and that by definition makes it easier. I loved the company we both worked for, they treated me great, I was respected and needed, but Lady Sonia wasnt going any where, she was just a secretary, and in this economy she wasnt getting a job anywhere as good as this one. No, I would leave, and contacting my old boss, I had a new job lined up, more pay, more interesting contracts, and they were giving me a month to start, but would pay me that month, up front, as a signing bonus, that made it very workable. I wouldnt even have to return to work and face the looks and rumors.

It also meant I didnt even have to ride home from the airport with Lady Sonia, I would just get a room, put my stuff at our place into storage till I straightened out the rental, and worked our the legalities of a divorce that had no joint property, we each had our own pensions, I had more, but we were only married three years, so I wasnt worried about having to give her money, and besides, I would give her money if it quicken the shit up, as I had this feeling that, at any moment, I could back down and revert to begging for her to love me.

Everyone in the hotel shuttle bus looked stressed, it was sad that we cant seem to even enjoy a vacation, there is just to much shit going down, all ways. The couples all looked pissed at each other, and I embraced my impending singleness, with something like acceptance. The Miami airport is a fucking diaster, you have to walk endlessly to get anywhere, and so help me God, no fucking body speaks english, but they have fucking guns. I had plenty of time and so I prebooked and got a seat, knowing we could sit apart, making things easier.

Jesus, she looked beat, like a she was returning from spring break, and she was. She was definitly looking for me, and found me, even in my little corner, behind my paper. Oh, well lets get it over with, was my only thought, though I was interested in her take on things. She took the light hearted approach,”Well I guess you wont ask me for that fantasy again,” I think she expected me to laugh, I didnt.
“So your going to pout all the way home.” she continued probing for a weak spot.
“Lady Sonia, you have to let go, we need to let go.”
I saw the flicker in her eyes as she weighed the calm, serious tone of my voice, I think it scared her.
“Steven, I was just enjoying myself, Im sorry if I got carried away, its over, I wont see Mattew again, it was just sexual”
” well fucking A, I feel better that it was just fucking. Hate to think you fell for the guy, you know like you really wanted to be with him all the time’
“thats not what I did, you wanted me to do this, its not fair to get pissed at me” she was relentless in her need to pretend. She wasnt stupid, she knew it was over, so why bother at all.

I sat her in the corner and I laid out everything from my perspective; her refusal to include me in the sex at all, her obvious romantic feelings for Mattew at the beach, her making me spend almost twenty four hours worrying about her safety, and the really cunt way she left me with no phone and no money, and then stuck me with their bar bill. When she smiled at that I knew I had made the right choice. Her counter was weak, consisting of her pleadings that she was only trying to make it interesting for me. She also, and probably truthfully, said she couldnt have sex with a guy, and not have some feelings for him, and that Mattew made her happy, and so when he asked her to watch the sunrise, she felt indebted to him.She really tried to blow the whole thing over, and seemed determined to get me to, as she put it, loosen up.
“I fucked him, Steven, and it was great, but I dont want to be married to him, I want to be married to you, and we can work this out”

Listening to me go through the condensed version of my plan, she got real quiet, and I figured a scene was coming. She stayed rather calm, and went on beating the dead horse, it wasnt moving, it couldnt move, it was dead, like our marriage. I explained in certain terms my feelings and she denied that she got carried away with Mattew. I am quick and I asked, “Lady Sonia are you going to contact Mattew ever again?”, her answer was quicker,
“No I told you it was over, thats why I spent the extra time with him”, she tried to convince, but I simply
asked for her phone, which she handed over. I showed her where Mattews number was in her favorites, I showed her the pictures she had taken of her and Mattew posing around town, for fuck sake his face was her wallpaper. There was that flicker of a smile on her lips at Mattews picture staring at both of us, he really did smile like he was deranged, like he was to happy, there is such a thing, you know.

“You really want to divoce me dont you?” she asked, she never seemed smaller, like she had become the child. I didnt want to do this here, in the airport. I agreed that I would pay for her lawyer, anything to get her to stop crying, it was sad, so fucking sad. Not because I was being mean by pressing the divorce, it was sad because up till then she could have admitted she fucked up and did me wrong, she could have offered to make things up to me, she could of paid me the money for their bar bill, she could of removed Mattews pics and number, I really thought she would, but she didnt, she didnt even consider it.

She didnt do anything because I knew, and she knew, she was going to see Mattew again. That was the sad part, her trying to convince her self that she wasnt in love with a fifty year old, chain smoking, boozing, full of bullshit, fairly well off guy. I mean for christ sake he drove a red convertible corvette, I thought all girls immediatly knew to avoid that feller. He wanted to be seen with Lady Sonia and fuck Lady Sonia, in no way would he ever take care of her needs, he was quite incapable of that, I was sure, and I suspected Lady Sonia knew, that being the reason she wanted me around, to be her fall back position, when Mattew dumped her for another young broad, or she got sick of partying with a fifty year old teenager.

As much as I hate flying, the boarding call was a blessing, I needed to get away from her, the combination of anger and want, I was pissed at her, I still wanted her on some level. What guy wouldnt want her, she looked so fucking nice, even with the red tear staind eyes.It amused me, though when as an after thought she discreetly rubbed my crotch and said not very convincingly, “I will give you anything you want if you come home with me” it was weak, very weak, she even smiled at the lameness of it. I made for the loading gate, like I was determined to have that, the last thing she ever said to me. Wow, it was weak, I expected more from her.

Never even saw her when we landed, and I had no check on luggage, so I was gone and that was that, some vacation, huh. She never tried to contact me, she had all my stuff moved to storage and sent me the key, no note, none needed, and the divorce was mediated, we didnt even have to be there together, so we never saw each other ever again, and that was sad. I learned to love the smallness of my studio, and my new job completely satisfied my intellectual needs. I also was blessed with the absolute certainty that I would never have a relationship with a woman again, and that was sad, but I only had to recall my vacation with Lady Sonia to sober me up to reality.

Boss Lady Mistress Sonia

The telephone on my desk rang. I answered it, and my secretary said, “It’s your
wife.”

“Hello, Handsome!” said the soft voice I knew so well. As I replied, shivers ran
down my spine, because she had used the nickname that told me she was speaking
as my “Bondage Mistress.”

“I have something special for your dinner tonight,” she continued. “Why don’t
you come an hour or so early, so that we can get into the right mood?”…

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I could feel my crotch beginning to bulge as I protested that I had an important
meeting to attend that afternoon, but I knew it wouldn’t do me any good.

“That’s your problem, isn’t it?” she chuckled. “But don’t worry, I’ll wait for
you… and maybe while I’m waiting I can think of a little extra something to
whip up for you!” — which meant, I knew, that I could expect some extra tight
bondage and probably some “discipline” for not coming home when she wanted me
to.

I promised to be home as early as I could, and we said goodbye; I hung up
wondering how in hell I’d be able to concentrate in my meeting, with the
exciting prospect of an evening’s bondage fun and games to distract me.

It wasn’t easy, but I managed to get through the meeting without making it too
obvious that my mind was really elsewhere. But once my car and on the freeway I
relaxed a little and my mind started to wander….

Lady Sonia and I had been together for about six years, and for the last four of these
we’d been enjoying games that involved bondage, discipline and slavery; nearly
always Lady Sonia would dominate and bind me, because I got more fun out of the
sensations than she did… especially the feeling of being a helpless prisoner
who must obey every command of my Mistress and submit to her every whim. We
usually had a “session” about once a week, sometimes lasting just an hour or
two, but mostly the whole evening and occasionally I would spend a full day or
even a weekend shackled or bound in some way or other.

One of Lady Sonia’s favourite games — and mine, too! — was to call me at my office,
like she’d done today, and use our pre-arranged signals to warn me that she
wanted me to be her slave that evening; she knew only too well that the
anticipation was a big part of the fun for me!

My anticipation was becoming almost unbearable by the time I drove into our
garage. I wondered where Lady Sonia would be waiting to “capture” me this time, but I
wasn’t prepared for the large note taped to the door into the house. It read:

“You’ve kept me waiting, slave, so now I’ll make you wait, too. Go straight into
your bondage room, strip and put on what I’ve laid out for you. Then kneel and
bend over the discipline bench, put your wrists into the handcuffs and wait for
me. Do NOT move… except maybe to tremble while you imagine what I might do to
you for keeping me waiting.

YOUR MISTRESS”

I was trembling — more with excitement than fear! — as I hurried to obey these
instructions. The “bondage room” was one we’d set aside entirely for that
purpose: it was full of equipment, from a large bench with rings at each corner
to cuffs and ropes and spanking paddles and so on neatly arranged on wall racks.
But I had eyes only for the things laid out on the bench — ankle cuffs with a
24-inch spreader bar, my briefest “slave pants”, and our big padded “muffle
helmet”.

Getting myself ready was a bit strange. Normally Lady Sonia “captured” me and stripped
and dressed me herself, after locking me into a collar or waist-strap. Now, my
fingers fumbled with buttons and zippers and laces as I stripped quite naked,
hanging my clothes neatly in the small closet, then put on the ankle cuffs with
their spreader bar and locked the belt of the slave pants aroud my waist. My
cock was standing up so stiff that it was quite difficult to force it into the
pouch of soft but strong leather and clip the narrow crotch-strap passing
between my legs and buttocks to the back of the belt. These slave pants left my
ass-cheeks completely bare!

I positioned myself kneeling beside the bench before putting on the helmet,
which covered my head completely and was so thickly padded that, as well as
rendering me blind and speechless, I couldn’t hear a sound! Finally, I bent
forward, resting my belly and chest on the low bench, stretched my arms over my
head and snapped the handcuffs — strategically fastened to a ring in the wall
– around my wrists. Trying hard not to squirm at the erotic pressure of the
pouch on my throbbing prick, I settled down to wait for my Mistress.

Inside the helmet it seemed like hours were passing; and it must have been at
least 45 minutes that I waited, my knees starting to ache and eventually feeling
just a little afraid that something had gone wrong and Lady Sonia couldn’t come to
release me. I shifted slightly to ease the pressure on one knee… and jumped in
shock as — without any warning at all — a paddle landed sharply across my
buttocks. Lady Sonia must have crept in and, knowing I couldn’t hear her, had announced
her presence in a very dramatic way!!!

My prick had shrunk to normal size during my wait; now it tried to burst out of
its pouch, and my ass-cheeks twitched and tensed in anticipation of another
blow. It came after a couple of minutes, and was followed at irregular intervals
by about a dozen more; Lady Sonia knew that a slow spanking gave me the thrill of
wondering when the next one would fall, and this time it was more exciting than
ever, not even hearing the swish of the descending paddle.

My ass-cheeks were very warm and tingling — but not too painfully! — when at
last the helmet was partly undone and a familiar voice whispered in my ear.
“Gave you quite a surprise there, didn’t I, my poor slave?” Then, more sternly,
“That was your penalty for not coming home when I told you to — an ‘extra
something’ I whipped up while I was waiting, d’you see? But you have three more
strokes to come for moving three times while you were waiting… against my
clear orders. I was watching, you know.”

The helmet was re-fastened, and I tensed my buttocks… but the three strokes –
with what felt like a cane or riding-crop — landed in quick succession across
the backs of my thighs instead. My Mistress always seems to be able to catch me
by surprise!

After a few moments I felt the spreader bar being removed from between my
ankles, but it was immediately replaced by something shorter. My handcuffed
wrists were released from the wall and I was helped upright, though still on my
knees. Next I felt a cord passed around my cock and balls and pulled snug, then
tied fairly closely to my handcuffs. Finally, the helmet was removed and I
blinked at the light and saw my Mistress for the first time that evening.

She was standing in front of me, smiling and looking magnificent in a long
scarlet sheath dress and elbow-length white gloves on her bare arms. Lady Sonia is
small and slim with a beautifully lithe and shapely body; her hair is honey-
blond and she was wearing it short at the time, accentuating her long smooth
neck and subtly framing her lovely face with its flashing blue eyes now looking
at me with amusement. I wanted to tell her I adored her, but I knew better than
to speak before being spoken to.

“Well…” she said very slowly, looking me up and down. “Is my slave properly
sorry for getting home so late?”

“Yes, Ma’am, very sorry,” I replied humbly.

“And d’you think you deserved to have your bottom paddled for it?”

“Oh yes, Mistress, I deserved every one of those strokes. Thank you for
punishing me so appropriately. And… Ma’am…?” I finished tentatively, and she
nodded to give me permission to add “Perhaps I’ll learn my lesson even better by
thinking it over in tight….”

“… bondage,” she interrupted with a broad grin. “Don’t worry, you’ll have a
very good chance to think about your shortcomings later… and I’ll probably
pull the ropes a bit tighter for suggesting it, as if you thought I might let
you off with just that spanking. But right now I’m thirsty after that
exercise… and I might even let you have a drink too. Come along; follow me.”

Punishment Bitch

I had no choice but to obey as Lady Sonia helped me to my feet, then tugged — gently
but firmly — on the leash she’d attached to my cock and balls. Our walk into
the living-room was a little slow due to the 9-inch hobble chain between my
ankles, but once there Lady Sonia made herself comfortable in a big armchair while I
fixed her a drink, hobbled over to serve it to her, then hobbled back to the bar
to fix one for myself.

It wasn’t all that easy to handle bottles and glasses without being able to
raise my hands above waist level (because of the cord between my prick and the
handcuffs), but I’d had plenty of practice at this! Of course, I had to drink
mine through a straw, bending over the low bar. (“Your cheeks are such a pretty
cherry-pink colour,” laughed Lady Sonia, almost making me choke.)

After only a few minutes, Lady Sonia told me to finish my drink quickly, because she
wanted to continue with dinner preparations, and she thought I should be “kept
out of mischief” while she did so.

She made me sit on a straight-backed wooden chair, after covering the seat with
a large piece of studded leather with the points up (“…to remind you of your
punishment for being late,” she grinned). Removing the handcuffs, she pulled my
arms behind the chair back and strapped my wrists and elbows firmly together and
ran a strap around my chest and upper arms and another around my waist and
wrists. Finally she looped a rope around my neck and used the other end to draw
my crossed ankles up into a yoga-like position, and left me there to watch the
news on TV.

It certainly wasn’t very comfortable, bound so tightly with my tender ass-cheeks
resting on those studs. But the discomfort itself was exciting as I pushed
against the tightness of the knots and straps. Lady Sonia went about the final dinner
preparations, looking in on me occasionally to chuckle at the sight and saying,
“Wait till you see what other fun and games I’ve planned for tonight, my poor
prisoner!” She wouldn’t tell me what they were, of course — she knew that my
imagination, and my excitement, were running wild!

“Dinner’s ready,” she said cheerfully after a while, and began to release me
from the chair. Linking my wrists and ankles with 18-inch chains, she led me
into the kitchen. “Serve up two plates, but leave one in the warmer. You will
serve me my dinner first, then you can eat yours while I eat my dessert.”

I did as I was told, and carried Lady Sonia’s dinner carefully on a tray into the
living-room, where she ate sitting at a low table while I waited on her with the
wine. When she finished, she ordered me to fetch my plate and put it on the
mantelpiece.

“With that sore bottom of yours, you’d better eat standing up,” she smiled as
she unlocked the chain from my ankles and attached another around my neck to the
wrist chain, then positioned me astride a low armchair under the mantel. “You
may eat now,” she said. “I’ll see to my own dessert.”

The neck chain allowed my hands to reach the food and put it into my mouth, so I
started to eat. I wondered what was for dessert… until Lady Sonia sat in the chair I
was straddling and positioned her face near my crotch; then I knew!

“I’ve been looking forward to this for hours,” she grinned up at me as she
unclipped the crotch-strap of my ‘slave pants’. “A big tasty creamy dick!” Her
tongue lapped gently at the head of my swollen member, sending a ripple of
pleasure up my spine. “Ah… delicious!”

My dinner was delicious too, but it was hard to concentrate on eating with Lady Sonia’s
clever fingers and even cleverer tongue and lips stroked, nibbled and flicked at
my sensitive cock. Several times I bit my tongue or nearly choked when she hit
particularly sensitive spots… and she knew plenty of those!

She kept my excitement building up until I had just swallowed the last of my
meal; then, with a fingertip on that spot just behind my balls, a hand firmly
holding the shaft of my cock and its head deep in her mouth, she took the warm
jet of my spunk as I jerked and gasped in my climax. I wondered vaguely — as
the waves of pleasure engulfed me — whether I would ever be able to eat that
dish again without getting a hard-on!

A minute later I looked down at Lady Sonia licking the last drops of fluid from the tip
of my cock, and asked, “Do I get my dessert now, boss-lady?”

“Patience, my boy,” came the laughing reply. “Yours will come in good time. I
wonder if it’ll taste as good as mine did. I really enjoyed that!”

It was some time before I got my ‘dessert’; my Mistress was determined to
‘punish’ me properly for coming home late. Besides, I’d asked for some tight
bondage… and I got it!

Back in the bondage room, Lady Sonia put me in a very tight spreadeagle, face up on the
bench, with extra straps holding my knees, elbows, waist and shoulders down
firmly. After attaching two spring-loaded clothespins to my nipples and putting
a little tension on them with thin cord, she left me in the dark “… to think
over your misdeeds.”

About an hour later she returned. She’d taken of her dress and was wearing
nothing but brief black satin bra and panties. She looked gorgeous! “Well, my
bad lad,” she said as she removed the straps over my body, “are you properly
repentant yet?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied, glad to be able to move again, even if only a
little. My wrists and ankles were still tightly stretched.

“Are you sure?” she asked, passing a strap under my waist and over a pulley,
then drawing my body up into an uncomfortable arch.

“Yes, yes,” I cried. “Your slave is very, very sorry he disobeyed you!”

This exchange continued for what seemed a long time. Lady Sonia loved tormenting me by
tickling, pinching, scratching and slapping my helpless naked body; she knew I
loved it too, and she pretended not to be convinced by my apologies until she’d
worked me up to her satisfaction.

My prick was stiff with excitement again by the time she said, “OK, I’ll believe
you, so long as you show me how sorry you are by giving me a good tongue-bath.”

She released me from the spreadeagle but immediately strapped my wrists and
elbows into a single-sleeve behind my back. Removing her bra, she lay down on
the deeply padded couch and ordered me to begin. I needed no encouragement and
started in, under her guiding hands.

Lady Sonia moaned with pleasure as I ran my tongue in circles over her flat belly,
flicked it up and down the insides of her smooth thighs, and especially as I
licked and sucked strongly on her deep red nipples, turning them into hard knobs
of pure arousal. I could see her panties getting damp with her juices, and the
sexy female aroma was driving me crazy, but she didn’t let me get too close to
that centre of passion. She always enjoyed building up her desire as slowly as
possible before actually allowing her pussy to be touched.

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After a little while she could wait no longer. “Time for your dessert,” she said
as she positioned me kneeling at the foot of the couch and used a rope over a
pulley to draw my wrists upwards, forcing my face down to the level of the
couch. Lying down in front of me, she lifted her hips and made me remove her
soaked briefs with my teeth, then straddled my head with her soft white thighs
and told me to start.

She came almost as soon as my tongue touched her love-bud, clenching her legs
around my neck and moaning softly. I continued to lap, suck, nibble and stroke
my tongue deep inside her while she came several more times, each time more
violently than the last, until she was crying aloud in ecstasy, pulling on my
hair and squeezing her thighs so hard that my ears rang and I could hardly
breathe!

At last she pushed me away, untied the rope holding my wrists, and made room for
me on the couch beside her.

“You did have a good appetite for dessert, didn’t you?” she murmured
contentedly, stroking my naked body gently.

“You bet, Mistress,” I grinned. “It tasted so good, I could have kept eating all
night.”

“Could you now? Sometime I might take you up on that, but you might find it a
bit uncomfortable, tied like that all night.”

“I wouldn’t have much choice, would I, especially if I deserved it for being
very disobedient,” I said with a wink.

“You’re quite disobedient enough as it is, smart-ass,” she retorted with mock
severity. “Not to mention cheeky. I don’t think you’ve really learned your
lesson tonight after all.”

“Oh yes, Mistress,” I protested. “I have, really I have! Please don’t punish me
any more!”

But I could tell by the look in her eyes that my protests would do no good at
all, just as she knew perfectly well that I could take much longer ‘sessions’ of
bondage than this. What was really on my mind at that moment, as my Mistress
prepared to put me into another tight bondage position, was that my crotch was
aching with my desire for her. I wanted nothing more than to plunge my iron-hard
cock deep into her pussy; but our ‘rules’ said that I must never, ever suggest
that to her, because a slave has NO such rights at all unless his Mistress
kindly grants them.

I needn’t have worried, however. No sooner had Lady Sonia positioned me face up across
the couch, my ankles and wrists connected by a rope underneath and a pillow
under my hips to raise them, than she climbed up on the couch too! She stroked
my cock gently for a few moments to make sure it was hard, then she knelt
astride my raised hips and slowly impaled herself on me until she was resting
firmly on me with my prick as deep inside her as it could be.

We don’t do this often — we really prefer to screw with all our legs and arms
free — but occasionally we both tremendously enjoy the variety of fucking with
one of us bound… almost always me! And Lady Sonia always thinks of a new position to
bind me when she feels like fucking her helpless slave… and I just love being
that helpless slave!

Slowly Lady Sonia rocked back and forth, then began to rotate her supple body in a
circular fashion. “Are you learning your lesson now, slave?” she panted as she
started moving up and down on my rampant cock, at the same time raking her
fingernails across the tautly stretched skin of my belly and chest.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped in time with her strokes. “Teach me more, please,
Mistress!” She tweaked my nipples, still sensitive from the grip of the
clothespins, gave me little pinches in all sorts of places, pulled at single
hairs on my chest, and sometimes reached behind her to caress my balls or that
very sensitive spot just behind them.

Our breathing grew heavier and faster as Lady Sonia skillfully built up our excitement.
She continued to tease me about “learning your lesson” and I responded
appropriately, until at last I was too short of breath to speak… and soon
after that Lady Sonia herself stopped talking.

She was doing her best to help me last as long as possible, but eventually
neither of us could wait any longer. Her breasts bouncing gloriously, her hands
clutching the skin on my chest, she started pumping faster and faster,
increasing the pleasure in my rigid shaft to almost unbearable heights. I began
to buck my hips and strain against my tight bonds, which only intensified the
pleasure; then I cried out as my orgasm swept over me and Lady Sonia pushed herself
firmly down on my cock as its thick fluid spurted deep into her.

She waited a few moments, then quickly lifted herself up and turned so that her
pussy was above my face. Happily I licked and sucked our mingled juices out of
her cunt while she squeezed the last drops out of my prick with both hands and
contentedly licked it clean. Then she turned again and stretched her beautiful
soft, warm body on top of mine, and held my face between her hands.

“I think you learned that lesson very well, my sexy slave,” she whispered, her
eyes full of satisfaction and love.

A few minutes later, free of bondage for the first time that evening, I carried
my wonderful Mistress… tormenter… lover… wife to bed, where we lay
entwined in each other’s arms and drifted quickly into exhausted but very
satisfied sleep.

Hi my name is Elizabeth, so properly I could be called Liz, Beth, Cath, etc. My current preference is Cathy. I’m a young 31, about 5′ 4″ tall, have sharp cheek bones, startling, big green eyes, a lean figure, and an athletic body. People say I’m very attractive. My current preference in hair color is red. My friend Ms. Stephanie is a tall attractive blond, 29, taller than me, with a more curvy body…

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Ms. Stephanie and I are housemates, and also S&M dominants. I’d like to relate some of the adventures we’ve had with our submissives, Lady Sonia and Justin.

Lady Sonia and Justin are girlfriend and boyfriend . He’s 30, she’s 38. They both have blond hair, although Justins could better be described as tan or light brown. They are 2 of the most attractive subs I’ve seen, and have what I consider perfect subbie bodies (slender, toned and worked out, yet vulnerable and very sensitive and easy to arouse). In addition they are very intelligent, articulate, and upscale, so there is plenty of room to bring them down in the world, so to speak.

They came to Ms. Stephanie and I, because they both individually had always been so turned on by S&M, but both much preferred the submissive role. They were tired of just the occasional S&M session and wanted something between that, and a full lifestyle. A partial lifestyle, you could say, and they wanted to be erotically dominated together, they found it more exciting and erotic that way, so did Ms. Stephanie and I. As Lady Sonia is Bi and so are Ms. Stephanie and I, the sex thing, with Justin included, works out just fine. Justin professes to be sexually straight, and prefers girls to other men for sex, but then slaves can’t always choose their preferences, can they?

One evening about 3 months into their arrangement with us, we were all at the cool house Ms. Stephanie and I share.

“It’s time” I said, gleefully, mockingly, grinning ear to ear, as Ms. Stephanie, also grinning, snapped leashes on to Justin and Lady Sonia’s collars, and began pulling them from the room.

They were nude of course except for their g-strings (the most clothing they are allowed to wear in the house), and their hands were cuffed behind their backs.

“Time for what,” Justin inquired.

I slapped him hard but playfully on his bare ass.

“Time for you two to go public,” I replied gleefully.

The four of us had talked about it for sometime, getting other people involved in our S&M play and slave training, and going to the local S&M club. All of us found it a very erotic and exciting idea, but Lady Sonia and Justin had felt they weren’t quite ready for such a new level of humiliation and exposure.

“Oh no…,” came the immediate response, both of them digging in their heels.

“Oh yes…,” I said, coming up behind them slipping my arms around two bare waists, and pushing while Ms. Stephanie tugged on the leashes from the front.

“We talked about it long enough, and I know both of you will love it, and want to do it anyway.”

In fact from between them I noticed that already their breathing had quickened, and that the nipples on both their bare chests had hardened.

“So we are going to do it, besides you don’t have any choice, unless you want to never be slaves again , and stop seeing me and Ms. Stephanie completely.”

That got them to relent, and with Ms. Stephanie pulling, and me pushing, we got them out of the house and into the car.

It was a cool night, and since Lady Sonia and Justin were wearing only their g-strings they had to be chilly. While I drove Ms. Stephanie crawled in the back seat with them to keep them warm by teasing and playing with their nipples. They both have remarkably sensitive and excitable nipples. Ms. Stephanie had to repeatedly warn them not to moan or whimper too much as she teased them.

It is an hours drive to the club, and by the time we got there, forget the chilly night, both Justin and Lady Sonia were flushed and perspiring, all the back windows were fogged, Lady Sonia had become so aroused by the extended nipple teasing there was actually a puddle of wetness on the leather seat between her quaking thighs, and Justin’s g-string was soaked with pre-cum his erection stretching beneath it like an iron rod. Without any pause we parked, and that’s exactly how we marched them into the club.

It was still early, there were about 50 people in the somewhat cavernous club, and about 10 submissives. Judging from the flashes of bare skin, I saw in the dim light, none of the other submissives were nearly as bare as Lady Sonia and Justin were. Lady Sonia and Justin were naturally enough the automatic center of attention.

Such exquisite humiliation! To stand there all but naked before a crowd of strangers in a public place, and not only naked, but blatantly sexually aroused as well. The overload of humiliation was making both of them visibly tremble and quake as a crowd gathered. I was sure that if it wasn’t for the adrenaline and endorphins flooding their systems from the hour of non stop sexual stimulation in the car, they would both have bolted. As it was they could only stand there trembling, red faced and flushed, their eyes on the floor as the crowd ogled them, commenting, giggling, laughing, whistling at them, or about them. Figuring they had , had enough, Ms. Stephanie and I finally pulled them away, as we did, a club manager reminded us that our new submissive “guests” hadn’t been registered as club members yet.

Lady Sonia and Justin stood before the registration table. We had uncuffed and unleashed them. Behind the table sat two burly male dominants, and a devilish looking young fem-dom. Some of the color of embarrassment had drained from Lady Sonia and Justins faces now that they were out of the limelight. Their level of sexual arousal had visibly cooled as well( judging from the fact that Justin was only 1/2 erect beneath his g-string ) although the nipples on both their bare chests remained achingly hard, and each of their g-strings remained noticeably wet .

They had to give all their personal information, ( address, phone numbers etc.) Ms. Stephanie and me, making sure they were truthful on everything . Then came the barked command,

“Get those g-strings down!”

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Lady Sonia complied fairly quickly, working the tiny thong down till it lay around her ankles. Justin on the other hand was much slower. He was clearly mortified at losing this last scrap of coverage and dignity, especially before other males, but he finally pulled his g-string down, and when he did his cock sprang to life, rising before our eyes, and stretching a long string of pre-cum from it’s tip to his thigh. The registrars chuckled, and Justin colored furiously. I so much wanted to help him out by taking that slick aroused prick into my mouth right there, but there would be time for that later.

They now stood there totally nude. We make Lady Sonia keep her sex shaved, allowing her only a small strip of hair above her pubis. Justin too, is required to keep about half of his pubic hair shaven off and his balls hairless. Standing there naked I don’t think anyone could say they didn’t look great . They had to answer intimate questions about their sex life and their S&M experiences, then turn slowly around, arms up and down, legs spread, and closed so the registers could record any tattoos or piercings. Still naked they then each had to write a check ( we brought their check books ), for $100.00 as initial fee to be a new sub member of the club. Only then, were they allowed to pull their g-strings back up, and were welcomed to the club.

After registration we headed right to the bar. We don’t usually allow Justin and Lady Sonia alcohol, it could dull their desires and needs, and we want those sharp to better use them for our pleasure. On this occasion I thought we might make an exception, as the night had been fairly trying on them, and I thought we could all use a drink. They were both happy when I told them they were each allowed to have one drink, after…….. they begged on their knees of course! Most of the floor of the club unfortunately, was smooth dark concrete sticky here and there with spilled drinks and discarded chewing gum. It had to be cold against Lady Sonia and Justins bare feet, and certainly was not the best surface for kneeling. Lady Sonia obediently complied however, and knelt her nearly perfect body on the dirty floor in front of me.

“Please Mistress Cathy may I have a drink.”

“Yes you may,” I smiled.

Justin however, was a different matter, apparently he had decided his pride had, had enough.

“I’ll skip a drink, and just have water,” he sniffed, already ordering the same from the bartender.

“You’ll have nothing then,” I answered.

I canceled the water, and as Justin stood there helpless, I told the bartender no one was to serve Justin at all. Justin turned to face me, his little rebellion quite defeated.

“Well….. I’m waiting,” I demanded.

Slowly he dropped to his knees by the bar on the sticky floor. I interrupted him before he say anything.

“First pull down your g-string.”

People were noticing our ‘scene’, and we were collecting a small audience. Justin had gotten himself back in the limelight again.

“Please…,” he whispered to me from his knees pleadingly.

Ignoring his plea, I nearly shouted for everyone’s benefit,

“Would you rather I have you take it off completely, and you can stay naked the rest of the night?”

A couple of people clapped their approval of the suggestion. With trembling hands, on his knees, Justin lowered his g-string down his thighs. I was wearing my leather mini skirt, and stepped in close pressing my bare leg against his half hard cock, as he knelt.

“Now beg slave.”

I lifted his chin so everyone could see his face.

I made him ask to be allowed anything to drink 3 times, running my fingers over his lips as he did so, feeling his bare cock hardening against my leg. When I stepped away, my knee was wet from Justin’s trembling totally erect penis. Wow, now I needed a drink! Humiliating and sexually arousing someone at the same time, is such a rush! Justin red faced, had to struggle to pull his g-string up over his again iron hard erection. In the end, I only allowed them a half a drink each.

After awhile, Ms. Stephanie and I met some friends from the S&M scene, Carla and Sophie. We all moved over to a seating area where we sat on comfortable sofas, while Lady Sonia and Justin knelt on the floor, carpeted in that area by thread bare carpet. As we talked it was Lady Sonia and Justin’s job to hop up and fetch us drinks from the bar, nude except for their little g-strings of course, and then serve them to us. This meant they had to make their way through the crowd where anyone could grope them or cop a feel of their nubile bodies. This went well enough for an hour or so, then we decided it was time for something else.

There was a horizontal brass rail along one side of the bar with handcuffs dangling from it. It is called the ‘Cuffing Bar’, and Dominants, can cuff their submissives and slaves there. When Lady Sonia and Justin saw where we were heading with them, they both balked, trying to get a firm grip on the floor with their bare feet, but the 4 of us tugging, pushing, and giggling, got them into position and cuffed them to the railing. The Cuffing Bar isn’t designed just to put submissives in light bondage, it’s real purpose is to leave them helpless with their hands cuffed and attached to the bar, while they are partially ( or in Justin and Lady Sonia’s case, almost totally) undressed, at the mercy of a public crowd. Then giggling, the 4 of us, headed for the dance floor.

We took our time, and danced for about 5 songs, working off some of the alcohol before we remembered Lady Sonia and Justin, and began to make our way back to the side bar. As we approached I could see a large crowd of people gathered around the Cuffing Bar, and in the center, flashes of bare skin, Lady Sonia and Justin!

We elbowed our way through, and there was Lady Sonia, her tanned wrists still cuffed to the bar, leaning back against a man who was fondling, tweaking, and teasing her smallish but perfectly shaped and up thrust bare breasts and especially her sexy little nipples. He must have been doing it for some time, as her eyes were half closed, her chest was flushed, and her very hard nipples were fully engorged. At the same time, the mans female companion knelt in front of her, passing an ice cube over Lady Sonia’s flat quivering belly just at the top of her g-string and occasionally dipping it underneath, down over the lips of her shaved sex. Meanwhile Justin stood cuffed opposite her, while two young women licked and tweaked his hard nipples, and a man ( a man mind you, Justin must have been too far aroused to care, or was too helpless to do anything about it ) rubbed Justin’s steel hard bulging erection through his wet g-string to the giggles of the girls, and crowd.

It seeming like a good time to move in. Ms. Stephanie and I reclaimed our ‘property’, uncuffed them, and led them away to a chorus of disappointed boos from the crowd. Thinking our slaves had enough for a while, we moved to a quiet corner and let Lady Sonia and Justin sit, rest their racing bodies, and drink some water. It was now more crowded in the club. About 150 people were present, about 30 of them submissives. About a half dozen of the submissives were now as nearly nude as Justin and Lady Sonia, and another half dozen were totally nude, taking part in S&M punishment sessions on the clubs two stages.

After our rest, Ms. Stephanie and I, took Justin and Lady Sonia with leashes attached to one of the stages to watch. They seemed less self conscious and embarrassed now as they walked nude, except for g-strings, through a public crowd, pulled on a leash. It’s amazing what you can train people to get use to!

On the stage a male dominant was spanking a somewhat heavy nude female submissive tied over a horse. The blows were with a large wooden paddle with holes in it, and were hard and punishing, her ass was slowly turning from dark red to purple! Meanwhile on the same stage, a female dominant had her nude male sub locked in a iron maiden, with clamps and clothespins placed strategically around his body, and a good looking blond submissive wearing only a g-string was being tied to an X frame by her master.

As Lady Sonia and Justin stood with their backs to me watching the stage I couldn’t take my eyes off the sight of their perfect bare asses in front of me. We insist Lady Sonia and Justin only tan in the nude, so they have no tan lines, lots of regular exercise keeps their asses toned and super firm, and they each have such flawless skin. As we watched the performance I stood behind and between them, stroking and cupping their sexy bare bottoms. I told them that for some infraction, they could be on the stage being punished for the crowd, and asked if they would they like that, and did it excite them. They both responded ‘no’ but I felt, and noticed how their bodies surged, and their breathing quickened at the thought. They said ‘no’, but their bodies were saying ‘yes’, ‘yes’.

We made our way back to the seating area. It was Justin and Lady Sonia’s job to get drinks again. The crowd being much bigger now, Lady Sonia was jostled on her way back from the bar spilling my drink. I told her she had just earned herself a punishment on stage. Her face blanched white and she moved to back away. I was on her in a flash, grabbing her wide pony tail of blond hair, twisting an arm behind her bare back. I conducted her that way, half bent over, to the smaller side stage, where I flung her over a horse and quickly fastened her spread ankles, and wrists down. As Justin committed the infraction of being late with Ms. Stephanie’s drink, she brought him along too.

There was no doubt, Lady Sonia looked great tied over the horse, her perfect bare ass served up, arched out as a target, her toned bare legs stretched out taut, her bare breasts and hard nipples dangling down the other side. After suggestively caressing her quivering buttocks for a few seconds, I picked up a paddle….. and went to it.

Lady Sonia took it quite well. As I neared the end of her spanking, I could hear her breath racing from the stinging pain in her ass, but that was all, she had her mouth clamped shut and had not shed a tear. I didn’t want to hurt her too much, but as this was her first public spanking, I wanted to make it memorable, I wanted to at least make her scream or cry a little. I switched paddles to the heavy long one with the holes in it, that bruised the ass of the chubby submissive purple, got a 2 handed grip on its handle, and slammed it against Lady Sonia’s already very sensitized ass. Lady Sonia’s mouth flew open in surprise, and the air rushed out of her lungs in a rush. Before she could recover, I hit her again in the same place, her bare body going rigid, and her toes actually curling from the atrocious smart, then again and again. The last time she screamed, and then broke down, crying helplessly. Having made my point, I finished up with a few more slaps on her now fiery red ass, then released her and helped her down from the stage to a smattering of applause. Justin was next. Ms. Stephanie bound him over the same horse and paddled his bare ass for anyone who cared to watch. When she was done we all headed back to the seating area.

If it was humiliating and embarrassing, for Lady Sonia and Justin to walk around nude except for little g-strings through a dressed crowd, it was clearly extra humiliating and embarrassing for them to walk around nude except for little g-strings with their bare asses glowing a hot pink, or hot red, in Lady Sonia’s case, so everyone who even glanced at them knew they had recently been spanked. Back at the seating area, we again had them kneel on the thread bare carpet. They looked so delectable kneeling up off their heels, backs straight, chins up but eyes downcast. Lady Sonia’s bare breasts, so natural and exciting looking, pert, tear drop shaped, with silky soft but hard nipples. Justin’s bare flat, well muscled but supple belly. Both their perfect asses glowing . We had them serve us drinks again, then we allowed them to sit on the sofas with us……. gingerly, in Lady Sonia’s case.

We talked with them about their feelings, and their experiences in the club so far. I asked if they were still sure that they wanted to be sexual submissives. The answers were emphatically…. ‘yes’. Ms. Stephanie complemented them on the night so far, and they replied that after tonight’s experiences they knew all about being experienced sexual submissives. I had to laugh, and tell them that they were still just novices in submission, and had hardly even begun their training. Lady Sonia especially took exception to this, saying that after tonight they knew all about submission, and that she could already perform just as well as any fully trained submissive. She became quite insistent about it, so I said,

” Fine, let’s see.”

I called over a passing dominant male club member, at least that’s what I took him to be. I ordered Lady Sonia and Justin to kneel again, and asked the passer by, if he would like to help us with a little ‘scene’.

“Sure” he replied smiling, holding his drink.

“Good, Lady Sonia kneel in front of him, Justin kneel facing his side.”

“Go on get close, real close Lady Sonia.”

Lady Sonia turned to look at me, now a little worried, but they knelt in position. Lady Sonia’s nose inches from the guys groin, Justins 6 inches from the guys flank.

“Now get your g-string down Lady Sonia, all the way down past your knees Lady Sonia, you too Justin.”

They complied, both of them blushing furiously at the total exposure.

“Now sir, if you would hand your drink to Justin….. good……. Lady Sonia undo his zipper.”

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Lady Sonia looked at me worriedly, her bottom lip trembling, but seeing my hard look, undid the mans fly.

“Now Lady Sonia your going to take his penis out, put it in your mouth, and perform oral sex on him.”

Such a shocked expression on her face!

“And if you don’t do it, and do your best job, your going to be taken on the main stage naked, tied down and spanked, with the harshest, heaviest paddles they have here, as hard as anyone can, to the tune of 200 strokes on that perfect ass of yours, and then you’ll still have to do it.”

Lady Sonia’s mouth dropped open and color drained from her face.

“And Justin while your girl friend is giving this total stranger a blow job, your going to kneel there and hold his drink for him, watching how his prick slides in and out of her mouth, to make sure she does a good job, or it’ll be you on the stage, and then you and she will still have to do it…….Any questions?”

What forlorn faces, Lady Sonia and Justin turned to me and Ms. Stephanie!

“These certainly are easy commands for well trained submissives,” I observed.

“Well! If you don’t start in 3 seconds Lady Sonia, it’ll be 200 strokes on your hot ass, plus how about, 100 on that taut belly of yours, and 100 across your breasts. Would you like to further increase your potential punishment?”

Lady Sonia’s cheeks reddened again, and trembling, she turned her face back to the guys crotch, and shakily undid his zipper releasing his cock, and commenced her task. The guys penis swelled quickly in her mouth to full erection. Ms. Stephanie and I had always judged her a fair cock sucker. I admonished her to make sure she took his cock in all the way, and was rewarded by retching sounds, and tears in her eyes as the strangers prick bumped the back of her throat.

When Justin tried to look away, Ms. Stephanie slapped Justins bare ass hard.

“Pay attention Justin. Watch closely”.

Having little choice, he did, as his face fully reddened.

“Now Lady Sonia if this master chooses to honor you by coming in your mouth, you’ll swallow every drop of his sperm. For every single drop you miss, you’ll get 10 super hard strokes of the large paddle on your tight ass.”

The slick shaft slid in and out of Lady Sonia’s mouth. Soon the guys hips begin to buck. I could tell when the first pre-cum leaked into Lady Sonia’s mouth, by the way she screwed her eyes shut and stiffened. Watching her relaxing her throat obediently, and swallowing, made me so hot. I knelt down to check the condition of our little slaves, to make sure they were also into the scene, in spite of themselves.

I reached around to Lady Sonia’s bare breasts, her nipples were rock hard. I tweaked them and was rewarded with an immediate moan and quivering from Lady Sonia. With her g-string off and her vulva trimmed so hairless I could see she was wet. What’s more being so close, I could actually smell her wetness and arousal. Going to Justin, his penis was 100% erect, straight up against his bare belly, almost reaching his navel. His nipples were rock hard too, and when I played with them he redfacedly squirmed so much, he almost spilled the drink he was holding, a drop of pre cum leaking from the tip of his penis.

By this time our ‘guest’ had his hands tangled in Lady Sonia’s hair while he really fucked her face, pulling her head to and fro, tears were flowing from her eyes as his dick continually hit the back of her throat making her cough with every thrust. He was getting quite rough.

“That’s enough,” I called, stepping in to break them apart.

Clearly the guy was disappointed when his erection slipped out of Lady Sonia’s mouth, but he took it good naturedly enough, retrieving his glass from Justin, and taking a good swig of his drink, his own hand trembling.

“Lady Sonia, wipe your eyes and nose, thank this master and kindly put his tool away.”

Naked on her knees, with her soft fingers, Lady Sonia gently put the guys stiff cock back in his pants and said ‘thank you master’ in a hoarse voice. As it was late, we left the club soon after.

Back home, the 4 of us had great sex. Me and Ms. Stephanie each came 3 times. As Justin’s and Lady Sonia’s bodies, and their sexual responses are owned by us, we did not choose to allow them to come at all that night. They remained unsatisfied, bound on our bedroom floor, aroused, hot, erect, and wet. And as I snuggled down into the big comfortable bed I shared with Ms. Stephanie, that was the last view I had of them, before drifting off to sleep.

THE NEXT MORNING

I awoke the next morning feeling terribly refreshed. Ms. Stephanie had already gotten up. I peeked over the side of the bed, Lady Sonia and Justin were still bound on the floor where we’d left them, on their backs, side by side, comfortable enough, but they weren’t able to touch each other, or move any of their limbs much. They appeared to be asleep. Quietly, I slipped naked out of the big fluffy bed to the floor. First with Lady Sonia, then with Justin, using my mouth and hands, I teased their nude bodies until they were both squirming in their bonds, just as aroused as they had been last night! Then giggling happily to myself, I padded nude to the bath.

By the time I was finished with my bath, Ms. Stephanie had released Justin and Lady Sonia. As a general rule, Ms. Stephanie and I feel that our used bath water is good enough for the likes of our subbies, so after I got out, it was Justin and Lady Sonia’s turn in the now tepid water. They both fit nicely on their knees in the big sunken tub, their wrist cuffs clipped to a couple of dangling chains attached to the secure shower curtain rod. I took full liberty of their bound arms and opened knees, passing the wet slippery soap, over all their most interesting parts. I’d never seen Justin’s penis, or Lady Sonia’s nipples so hard! After their bath they had a few minutes for their personal needs, and to tidy up the bathroom.

Then nicely dried, groomed, and naked, they joined me as I lounged in a short terry robe, pulling a comb through the conditioner in my hair as I read a magazine. They were both very fawning to me, trying to be affectionate (no doubt so maybe I’d let them come), as they went about serving me coffee, manicuring my nails etc. A hard nipple brushing me there, a hand sliding along my thigh there, Justin’s tongue actually gliding on my bare leg, Lady Sonia’s warm breath on my neck. Of course I knew that they had been terribly aroused yesterday, and last night, and again this morning and not allowed to come, but that was sometimes the lot of submissives. Being sexually charged up, and unable to grant yourself relief, was part of what it was about.

At first their actions to seduce me and remain servile at the same time were amusing, but then they started to become annoying, especially as I was interested in the magazine I was reading. When Lady Sonia nipped at my earlobe with her perfect white teeth, I had enough. I threw the magazine in a rage, grabbed them each, and yanked them into what we call our playroom, and others may call our dungeon, where I fastened each over a leather horse, naked and bent double with their legs widely spread, and their wrists and ankles fastened down. After gagging them I selected a stout leather paddle and let them have it. They each got 100 whacks of the paddle on their bouncing, hot asses, as hard as I could deliver them. It was a good thing they were tied down and gagged, even though our playroom is fairly soundproof, I’m sure without the gags their screams and cries would have been heard a block away. By the time I was finished they both sagged across the horses covered with sweat, both sobbing uncontrollably around their gags. Their asses looked for all the world like 2 lurid, very ripe, red tomatoes. Ms. Stephanie stepped in on her way to work.

“Whew!……..What did they do to deserve that….” she asked, surprised at the beet red bottoms, and sagging, sweating bodies she saw before her.

“Do to deserve it….,” I replied merrily,

“Nothing really……… I just felt like it,” I grinned.

“You truly are evil,” Ms. Stephanie smiled, embracing me, our lips meeting in an open mouthed kiss, her hand sliding to my own nakedness beneath my robe, down by velvety hard belly, to find my sex between by athletic legs wet, from the fun of spanking Lady Sonia and Justin.

“I’ll see you tonight,” she said smiling, her hand gliding over my pert ass, before leaving.

Later, as I watched Lady Sonia and Justin dress for work, I noticed them wince as they pulled their clothing over their burning swollen bottoms. For the rest of the day, whenever I thought of the intimate pain my spankings would cause them, a 100 times that day, as they sat, or stood, or moved, at their conservative, straight laced jobs, a sexual tingle would shoot through me. Being a Mistress is soooo much fun!

Some may think me cruel, not so, I would say. Every sadomasochistic relationship needs a balance of sadism as well as masochism, else it would not be a sadomasochistic relationship. All dominants must be very careful to keep that balance, and not become so enamored of, and tender to our subbies, that we forget the sadistic element, and ruin the relationship for everyone. At any rate, the choice is always the subbies. Since the relationship is, at it’s base, completely consensual, the subbies can give it up at any time, simply but breaking off with the dom, if their desires are ‘truly’ not being fulfilled.

Justin and Lady Sonia of course, didn’t break off anything, and did return that evening, promptly on time, and quickly stripped down, to get into their thongs. This evening they served Ms. Stephanie and I dinner, and as they did so, naked except for their g-strings, it was obvious that their flawless asses would be bruised for some days from this mornings spankings.

During dinner we decided to take some pity on them, and give them a treat. As they were clearing dishes, I detained Lady Sonia, cupping one firm breast in my hand, while Ms. Stephanie detained Justin. As Lady Sonia stood there holding a plate I played with one hardening nipple, then both, tweaking, flicking them back and forth, teasing. She was silent and still at first, but after a while, she began squirming in place, making little whimpering noises in her throat. A small amount of grease from the plate she was holding slipped down her flat belly, (Lady Sonia by the way has great abs, flat, and muscular, rippling but supple). As a matter of fact, I had been meaning to mention to Ms. Stephanie that I thought Lady Sonia must have lost a couple of pounds recently because her belly seemed even flatter and more defined than usual of late. I leaned over and moving my tongue slowly up the velvety skin of her flat middle, licked it off. This made Lady Sonia moan, and her eyes flutter. Reaching out, I pulled her g-string down her long legs, and off, leaving her naked. Glancing over toward Ms. Stephanie I saw she was doing the same to Justin. I tilted the plate Lady Sonia held, causing more of the slippery thin gravy, to coat her from the navel down, and proceeded to thoroughly lick all that off. By the time I was done her skin from hip bone to hip bone, and navel to mid thigh shone with my saliva, and her lower belly was undulating and rippling under my tongue like a snake. Her body seemed to radiate heat, and she was moaning through pressed lips. Looking up toward her face I saw that her pupils had dilated, her nipples were very hard, and her chest near her neck, had begun to redden in a sex flush. Sitting back, and wiping my lips with the back of my hand, I cooed up at her,

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“Ok Lady Sonia…….. time to show us what a little slut you really are. We would like a little entertainment with the rest of our dinner, so you and Justin can fuck for us….. Lay on the counter, on your back, with your legs spread.”

Ms. Stephanie who had been busy with Justin while I was busy with Lady Sonia ceased in her ministrations and they both turned to look at us. Lady Sonia hesitated.

“Now… dear” I said mockingly, taking the plate from her trembling hands.

Lady Sonia walked unsteadily naked toward the counter, that separates our dinning area, from the kitchen. It’s a sturdy island type affair about waist high, bare, and unobstructed to the ceiling. Hard laminate, it would be pretty uncomfortable, but I knew this would only enhance Lady Sonia’s pleasure….. and mine and Ms. Stephanie’s as well. Lady Sonia, with her back to it, hoisted herself up and placed her bare ass on the hard surface, her legs dangling over the edge.

“I said, lay down Lady Sonia, and spread your legs.”

Lady Sonia slid her heated body, with some reluctance across the cold counter top and lay down upon it.

“Spread your legs farther.”

She moved her tanned, strong, legs farther apart.

“Wider Lady Sonia….. I mean it!”

The only way she could spread her legs wider, was to bend her knees sharply, jackknifing them, so her heels rested on the counter top corners, and her thighs, were spread to the utmost, her pussy displayed almost as much as at the gynecologist.

“Good……. now beg Justin to fuck you.”

A blush rose to Lady Sonia’s face, and she wet her lips with her tongue.

“Come on Lady Sonia….” Ms. Stephanie coaxed, her hand stroking Justin’s slick, throbbing erection, as he squirmed.

I rose from the table, picking up a handy chargeable static shocking wand (there’s lots of BDSM gadgetry laying around our house, this is one of the coolest, delivering sizzling stinging shocks of static electricity). I touched the wand to Lady Sonia’s erect nipple, and the blue sparks crackled.

“Ahhh!…” she screamed, her body jerking on the counter, at the stinging shock.

“I said beg!”

“Please, please….. fuck me Justin,” Lady Sonia responded.

“Smear your wetness over your pussy lips.”

Reaching down, Lady Sonia spread her pussy juice all over her sex. I touched the wand to Lady Sonia’s wet labia.

“EeeeeeeOwww……” she screamed, her bare body arching, then bouncing on the countertop.

“Beg better…” I smiled.

“Oh… God….Justin…. please…please… fuck me….. please fuck me.”

Satisfied, we gave Justin the go ahead, and without further delay , he slide his slick cock to the hilt in her hot vagina. It was somewhat awkward for Justin, as he had to both get his knees on the counter, and fit between her splayed feet, but they managed. Ms. Stephanie and I returned to our dinner. Enjoying the tableau of our 2 naked slaves fucking each other on the countertop 10′ away, and sipping our wine to the accompaniment of their moans and whimpers, and the rhythmic creaking of the counter as they fucked. When the creaking, and their movements became too frantic and furious, we required them to remain still, with Justin holding himself in Lady Sonia, while their bodies receded from the edge of orgasm, before ordering them to continue. When it was clear they couldn’t hold back any longer, we stopped them, and with Ms. Stephanie in charge of Justin, and me in charge of Lady Sonia, rushed them to the playroom, where we lashed each of them standing on tiptoe to the 2 round structural support pillars in the room, facing the pillars, their naked bellies pressed against them.

“Ok…. slaves” Ms. Stephanie intoned, “here’s your chance to orgasm tonight……..and your only chance…. rub those hot bodies, and throbbing sexes, against the pillar till you come…….you won’t get another chance for sometime.”

Lady Sonia lost no time in grinding her soft body against the hard steel pillar, even wrapping her strong legs around it and sliding her well oiled vulva and slick pubis up and down the 5″ diameter pole. It took her only 2 minutes to come, her marvelous ass shaking and quaking as she did.

Justin too lost no time, desperately rubbing himself against his pillar, but had more difficulty. His hard slick penis was slippery, and kept sliding round one side or the other of the rounded unyielding metal. Ms. Stephanie finally steadied him, and he worked himself for 4 minutes before he came. After their orgasms, we released them, and then naked on their knees had them clean their respective pillar with their tongues of any fluids they left behind. Then since we were in the playroom anyway, and our two cute subbies were all warmed up, naked on their knees, and me and Ms. Stephanie had yet to have our desert.

Lady Sonia sat alone in a bustling coffee shop. In front of her on the table was a thin stack of photographs. She picked them up and began flicking through them. They pleased her greatly and she grinned widely. One man appeared in all of them, he looked conservative and well-groomed, his suits always smart and respectable, but the positions he was in were far from respectable. Meeting with some very unscrupulous looking men, exchanging briefcases and brown envelopes. She knew she had him this time, she had enough here to expose his shady deals to the whole city. She almost didn’t want to make the call, she wanted to savour the moment, to relive it a thousand times. The very instant she finally took control. But time was ticking away, she picked up her cell and dialed the number.

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“Hello?” A male voice answered.

“Good afternoon Mr. Mayor Sandaval.” She greeted him.

“Lady Sonia? Is that you?”

“Indeed. I have some news. I’ve made a marvelous discovery.”

“I don’t care what you’ve got to say. It’s over. I’m sorry about what happened, but you should have kept your mouth shut!”

“Oh, is that so? Well I won’t continue to bother you but I feel obliged to inform you of one little thing.” She wanted him to believe he was in control for as long as possible. So he could dig himself a very deep hole.

“Why are we still playing this silly game? No one believes you and no one ever will. I don’t want to tarnish your reputation more than I already have but if you persist with this my patience will run out Lady Sonia!” He bellowed down the phone at her.

She laughed.

“Interesting that you mention tarnished reputations, after what I could do to yours. I have a photograph here in front of me, it was taken just two days ago at a highly exclusive private members club. It shows you meeting a certain Mr. Yamagata.”

“You’re lying.” He stated. His blood ran cold.

“That’s an awfully large brief case he’s giving you. I hope it’s not what I think it is.”

She paused for his reaction. He remained silent.

“Didn’t I read in the newspaper this morning that he’s just won a lucrative planning contract to build a new skyscraper in the city center? Well I’m sure there’s no connection.”

“What do you want?” He said through gritted teeth.

“Well, just to leave you in peace, to hang on to my battered reputation as a corrupt liar. I’ll just send these to the Police like any responsible citizen and get on with rebuilding my life. Goodbye.” She toyed with him.

“No, wait! Give me a chance. I…I can get you your old job back, you don’t have do this Lady Sonia.”

She had him right where she wanted him. She loved to hear him squirm.

“I feel I’ve outgrown my former position as your PA, but let’s discuss the situation face to face. I’ve booked a suite at the Empire Hotel, meet me there tonight at 9p.m. Come alone and don’t tell anyone where you’re going. I’m not playing games anymore.”

“How do I know I can trust you to keep those photos private?” His voice quivered.

“You don’t.” She hung up.

He arrived at the hotel with his heart fluttering nervously. However, his outward appearance was as smart as ever, his sleek black hair gelled to one side. He wore a black suit with a salmon pink shirt, diamond cufflinks, expensive shoes. He walked through the lobby as inconspicuously as possible, keeping his eyes to the floor, hoping to go unnoticed. He hadn’t said a word to the receptionist when she recognized him and told him there was a room booked for him. She handed him the key to one of the executive suites and he exited the crowded lobby at a brisk pace.

He entered the room and, not knowing what to do with himself, sat down on a sofa, fidgeting nervously. As he awaited his fate, he surveyed the room. It was huge, the biggest and most luxurious the hotel had to offer. There was a full four-poster bed, a full size bar, a massive flat screen TV that was god knows how many inches wide, there were multiple sofas in different seating areas around the room. There would be space to hold a party for 50 people and have room to spare. Without doubt the center piece was an enormous window that made up the entirety of one of the four walls, ceiling to floor. It offered a panoramic view of his city. He took a moment to look down on it. Everyone knew his name, everyone knew his face. He wasn’t ready to lose all that, he wasn’t ready to lose his power.

He waited and waited and waited. This was all part of Lady Sonia’s plan, she didn’t arrive until half past nine. By the time she entered the hotel room he’d had plenty of time to stew. She was wearing a long, white raincoat that covered her body from the knee up. Her make up was simple but striking, dark red lipstick and black eye shadow made her look cruel and sinister. Her brown hair was tied up in a tight bun. She was carrying a handbag over her left shoulder.

She stood in front of him and he looked up at her from his seated position.

“First of all, I want to to make something crystal clear. I do not have the original photos with me, just copies. The originals are with a close friend of mine, and I have given her instructions for them to be posted to the authorities unless I meet her at noon tomorrow. So don’t get any crazy ideas, ok?” She took the copies out of her handbag and dropped them, they scattered all over the floor.

“Of course not. Listen Lady Sonia, we’re here to talk about this.” His eyes darted from photo to photo, evaluating the evidence. He would go down for fraud and corruption for a long time.

“No we’re not. We’re here for you to get naked. Now.” She ordered.

“Wh…what?” He stammered.

“Don’t make me repeat myself. Do it now. It’s not like I haven’t seen it all before.” She smirked.

“I’m sorry but that night was a one-off.” He blushed.

“Do you defy me?” Her eyes narrowed, testing him.

“No, of course not. But please be reasonable.”

“I am being reasonable. Here is the deal. If you do everything I ask of you tonight, then you will wake up tomorrow in your own bed, rather than a prison cell. And only I will know about your dirty little secret, rather than the whole city. Now, take off your clothes or the deal’s off.”

He decided the deal was acceptable. One night of whatever she had planned and he got to keep his career. Reluctantly, he undressed. She admired his fine, athletic body as he folded his expensive clothes neatly on the sofa behind him. His shoulders were broad, his stomach was smooth and flat with the hint of a six-pack. His chest was hairless but there was a thin strip off hair starting at his belly button and leading south to his crotch where it merged with his thick, untrimmed bush. His penis was a modest five inches, it hung there limply.

“Good boy.” She told him patronizingly.

She took a pair of steel handcuffs from her handbag and tossed them at him.

“Secure your arms behind your back.”

He caught them and reluctantly followed her instructions. With his arms now cuffed behind him he couldn’t protect his privates, he felt vulnerable. She pulled a black leather belt from the bag and kneeled in front of him.

“Don’t move.” She commanded.

She wrapped the belt around his legs, just above his knees and buckled it tightly. Next she took a smaller belt out of the bag and strapped it around his ankles, again buckling it tightly. With his legs bound like this he could still bend his knees but he was completely unable to walk. He swayed slightly, struggling to keep his balance with his arms locked behind him. She knew that she could easily overpower him if he resisted in anyway. She no longer needed his cooperation. She was in total control.

She stepped back from the bound Mayor Sandaval and placed the handbag on a table. The next items she took out of her handbag set the tone for the evening. Firstly, a large black rubber ball gag, secondly a harness consisting of several straps and buckles, and finally to complete the set a large, realistic dildo. The realization of what was about to happen set in for the Mayor Sandaval and he shuffled in his bonds, just enough to lose balance and topple face first onto the soft carpet with a thud. She approached him with the gag in her hand.

“Fuck off! Get the fuck away from me you sick bitch!” He ranted, slithering along the floor on his belly in a pathetic attempt to evade her.

She leaned down over him, slammed the ball gag in his mouth and held it there with one hand, while the other hand fiddled with the straps behind his head. He bucked like a bronco, trying to get her off him. But his effort was in vain and she successfully secured the gag.

“HMMMPF!!!” He tried to shout at her.

“That’s enough of your potty mouth.”

She pulled him up to his knees and crouched down behind him putting him in a choke hold. With the large ball in his mouth and her forearm pressing down on his throat, his breathing quickly became short and labored.

“You can’t stop what’s going to happen tonight.” She hissed in his ear.

“You’re going to leave this hotel a very different man. A man who knows his place. Who knows that if he’s going to fuck people over again and again then eventually someone’s going to fuck him back. Tonight, I am that someone.”

She released her hold and he slumped back to the floor with a whimper. She walked around so she was facing him. He looked up at her wearily as she removed her coat and let it drop to the floor.

Underneath she was wearing a sexy black lace bra with pink trim, it barely held in her ample cleavage, her 32DD tits threatening to spill out. A matching garter belt and suspenders held up her silk stockings. But there were no panties visible and her pussy was bare, beautifully decorated with a thin strip of hair above it. She attached the dildo to the harness and stepped into it, pulling it up around her hips and drawing the straps tight. The dildo stood proudly like a real cock, bobbing with her every movement. She dipped back into her handbag and pulled out a tube of lubricant, squeezing a generous dollop onto her hand. She smiled at her captive audience as she stroked her cock. It was an intimidating dildo, realistic veins sprawled along the shaft and the end was adorned by a fat head ready to penetrate any orifice desired. It was one and a half inches thick and eight inches long. As she lubed it up it almost seemed to throb with desire, her desire to emasculate and humiliate this pathetic man in front of her. He grunted with effort as he desperately tried to break free from the belts and the handcuffs. All to no avail.

She dragged him over to the large glass window looking out onto the city, then returned to the sofa and removed three large cushions. She stacked them up in front of the window and pushed him over them. His knees remained on the floor but this upper body lay horizontally across the cushions making his ass an inviting target. She kneeled behind him, two strong hands on his hips held him firm in his position. She took time to enjoy the sight, gently massaging one of his buttocks and then slapping it hard. With his legs tied together his buttocks were also pressed together, his asshole was not immediately in sight but protected by the two firm cheeks. The stage was set and it was time for the show to begin. She squeezed some more lube from the bottle onto two fingers and plunged them into his crevice searching for the hidden treasure beneath. She found his orifice and stroked it gently, lubing it up but careful not to penetrate anymore than the outer ring. He recoiled at her intimate touch but with her other hand pushing his back down he couldn’t get up and the handcuffs still immobilized his arms.

“It’s pointless to resist. Either I rape you here and now or you go to jail and get raped there. Because that’s what will happen, you’ll be someone’s gay bitch, getting fucked all day long by a real man’s cock.” She took glee in the fact that she had captured him so effectively.

Now that he was ready for her cock she grabbed an ass cheek with each hand and pushed them to either side, separating them to reveal his lubed hole. His face flushed red with embarrassment as it was revealed. He tensed and contracted his sphincter nervously, effectively winking at her, it was about the only muscle he had any control over. But it couldn’t defend itself, the rest of his muscles were rendered useless by his bonds, with these defenses stripped away it could only accept whatever punishment Lady Sonia imposed. She moved the dildo forward slowly, pressing gently against his ass, but as the pressure increased he was gradually skewered by the dildo. His sphincter unwillingly expanded to accommodate the thick head. When it was fully inside he could contract to the slightly narrower width of the shaft. A very small mercy. She was done being gentle and she rammed her hips forward suddenly, slamming the dildo all the way into him up to its balls. He howled in pain, muffled by the gag. He tried to twist and turn, anything to rid himself of the agony. Her hands left his buttocks and settled back on his hips, steadying him. She began to move back and forth, fucking him with a smooth rhythm. She loved the sensation of her hips bucking back and forth against him, it wasn’t a feeling many women got to appreciate, the joy of fucking someone. The loud muffled howling eased and was replaced with a constant whimper. She could tell he was broken. With her cock still firmly penetrating his ass she leaned forward and unbuckled the ball gag, tossing it to the floor.

“Tell me you love my cock.” She ordered.

“No!” He screamed. Clinging on to the last of his self-respect.

“Don’t forget what is at stake. If you don’t do as I say I will release the pictures and you will have suffered all this for nothing. Now, say it!”

“I love it.” He whispered

“What do you love?” She smiled wickedly and thrust deeply to emphasize her point.

“I love your cock.”

“Of course you do. You’re just a slut now. And sluts like nothing more than taking a big, hard cock don’ they?”

“Yes.” His voice quivered as he held back tears. Tears of pain and tears of humiliation.

“You mean yes ma’am.” She corrected.

“Yes ma’am.”

“See that city out there?” She pulled his head up so he looked out the window.

He saw the sprawling skyscrapers and the network of busy highways, bright lights were visible all the way to the horizon from hotels and office blocks, shopping malls and bars, casinos and nightclubs. It was a metropolis teeming with life, people moving around like ants, unaware of what was happening miles above them.

“Whose city is it?” She asked.

“It……it’s my city.” He stammered.

“No. It used to be. But not anymore. Whose city is it now?” She quickened her pace and thrust even deeper.

“It’s your city ma’am.”

“That’s right you fucking bitch. It’s all mine now. I own this city because I own you. And I’m going to keep you in my pocket, something to get out and play with whenever I want. You said you’d get me my old job back, but I don’t need it anymore. Because I’m the new Mayor Sandaval and you’re my new slutty PA aren’t you?”

“Yes ma’am.” He squealed.

There was nothing left of the confident, cocky Mayor Sandaval that first entered the hotel. He was no longer the Mayor Sandaval, barely even a man. He was a mere object for her enjoyment. She reached around and grabbed his flaccid penis, massaging it into a full erection. It was puny in comparison to the monster between her legs. She stroked him in time with her own thrusts. Soon she could feel he was getting close to orgasm.

“Please don’t.” He begged.

But it was too late, his emasculation was complete and he came all over the cushions in thick spurts. His face burned red with shame, he felt dirty, he felt used. She stopped thrusting. Her cock was still buried halfway into him.

“I’m going to leave now, I feel like I’ve made my point. I’ll give you the key for the cuffs. I suggest you clean up this mess and make yourself presentable before you go home. You don’t want everyone else knowing what a filthy little whore you are too. These meetings are going to become regular I’m afraid. I’ll call you to arrange the next one.”

She laughed cruelly as she withdrew her cock fully. She stepped out of the strapon and left it for him to clean up. True to her word she put the handcuff key in his hand.

“Don’t drop it Mr. Mayor Sandaval. It might take a lot of wriggling to get it back.”

She smirked as she put the raincoat back on and left the room.

I’m certain many of you men reading this have had the same daydream I
used to have; to provide stud service to a succession of attractive women.
Remember the old saying “be careful what you wish for. You just might get it!”

I’ve served my Mistress Sonia for five years. We had a “normal” sexual
relationship while we were dating and during the first few months of our
marriage but She soon got into bondage and big sex toys and things changed
dramatically. She became more interested in owning me than in being a marriage
partner. I loved Her, so I went along with it and submerged into complete sexual
slavery. She enjoys toys more than intercourse. I’m almost eight inches long and
very thick but I could never really satisfy Her. She’s always enjoyed toys and
fisting and She has a taste for things much larger than life. She does, however,
enjoy foreplay, especially oral, as much as ever. She has me stimulate Her,
sometimes for hours on end, before letting me have an orgasm.

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For our first anniversary, Mistress Sonia had an ornate gold circular lock
about the size of a silver dollar and a quarter inch thick pierced through the
head of my cock just ahead of my ridge. Needless to say, it makes sex of any
kind, including masturbation, impossible. I remember the day it became part of
me. She let me have sex with Her for the first time in many months just before
we went to have the piercing done. She was very excited and stimulated by what
would soon be done to me. She lay under me with Her legs hooked behind my arms,
knees against her shoulders and rammed Herself upward, meeting my thrusts just
the way She used to in the early days of our relationship. She was extremely
loose from using her big dildos but I’d gone without for so long I didn’t mind a
bit. She enjoyed it as much as I did until we were ready to cum, then She made
me pull out and wait for Her to get Herself off with Her hand. The doctor had
warned Her against ever getting pregnant again after half a dozen miscarriages.
I knew I’d leaked a little inside Her and prayed She wouldn’t notice. She lay
back with Her hands behind Her head after Her orgasm and commanded me to clean
Her.

She came again against my tongue, then She allowed me to masturbate to
completion while She enjoyed the sight. She used the bathroom afterward. Within
moments, She ran back into the bedroom, held up her hand with a smear of sticky
semen on Her fingertips and screamed at me. Things were damned tense until She
had Her period, at which time She announced that She never intended to allow me
to have intercourse with Her again. She wasn’t about to submit to surgery and
abstinence was the safest form of contraception; no prescriptions, no
remembering to take precautions and no side effects, at least not for Her.

I was damned uncomfortable during the several weeks the piercing took to
heal. As soon as the pain subsided, it was replaced by terminal arousal which
was even worse than the pain. Even though Mistress Sonia refused to have intercourse
with me, we had had a very active sex life and I was used to cumming at least
once a night. Her favorite ritual before the piercing was for me to massage Her
body with hot oil until She was relaxed and ready for sex. I was then allowed to
fondle and suck Her breasts until She wanted me to make oral love to Her. I
would continue until She was ready for me to bring on Her climax with a very
large dildo. She had never been able to cum while we made love. She got close
but never quite got there. Never believe for a moment that size doesn’t matter!
She would lose patience, make me withdraw and finish Her with a dildo, after
which She would reward me by masturbating me to completion. Sometimes She would
give me a treat; she’d restrain me spread eagle on the bed, suck me until I was
ready to climax, then squeeze me so tightly that no cum could escape. She kept
sucking with Her fingers jammed into the place just behind my balls so She could
feel my internal muscles contracting, struggling to ejaculate. These orgasms
were very prolonged and intense but somehow, unsatisfying. She finally stopped
when fatigue ended my spasms and I softened. That was torture but Her mouth felt
so good it was worth it. I would stay semi-rigid and She would repeat it again
and again during the night. Between times, I would lie next to Her naked body
and try to ignore my unquenched desire until I could finally fall asleep. One
night after my piercing healed, it got so bad I tried to masturbate while
Mistress Sonia was out of the room. I couldn’t get myself off with all that metal in
my cock but She caught me trying and that was enough. She pulled the sheet off,
looked at my stiff, metal-heavy rod and scowled.

“I see you’re healed and ready to go, Mr. Guthrie but I don’t remember giving
you permission to play with yourself. Your lock is a reminder that your cock is
My property! Now you have my permission make yourself cum. I want to see how
much you’ve accumulated.”

I couldn’t jerk off because the lock was in the way no matter how I
grabbed myself. She smiled in satisfaction while I rubbed it every way I could.
I couldn’t finish. I lay back defeated with my hardon still defiantly holding up
it’s metal tormentor.

“That’s twice you’ve disobeyed me tonight, Mr. Guthrie. I told you to cum!
Get out of bed, turn around and put your hands behind your back.” She cuffed me
tightly and removed the lock. Free of its weight, my cock sprang up instantly,
rock hard and ready. She held it in Her warm, soft hand and I felt Her tremble a
little. Her pupils were so dilated they almost hid the light gray of her irises.
The sight of my unsuccessful attempt at masturbation had really turned Her on! I
thought She might even be hot enough to let me make love to Her. She stroked it
a few times and smiled when I began to pant. “You really need to cum, don’t you,
Mr. Guthrie?” She asked. “How would you like to fuck Me?” She opened Her robe and
showed me Her passion-hardened nipples. I was so hot I couldn’t even answer. I
just nodded. That was another major mistake.

“You insolent bastard!” She snarled. “Who the hell do you think you are?
Do you think you’re worthy of having sex with Me after disobeying Me? Lie face
down on the floor!” I knelt on the thick rug, fell onto my side and rolled over
on my stomach. She reached under me, arranged my cock so it lay between my
stomach and the rug, then said “you wanted to get yourself off, so go ahead!” I
moved my hips and rubbed my cock against the soft, thick pile. “That’s it, you
son of a bitch!” She said as I squirmed. “You wanted to fuck your fist? Fuck the
goddamned carpet instead. That’s the only thing you’re going to make love to for
a hell of a long time! Enjoy it!”

She lay down next to me and rubbed Herself on my leg while I moved my
cock back and forth against the carpet. She held Her face near mine and let me
kiss Her deeply. My climax exploded. She moaned and went rigid with Her own as I
panted into Her mouth. She reached under me, grabbed the tip of my cock with Her
fingertips and I soaked the rug beneath me.

She cuffed my hands behind my back and commanded me to stand at the foot
of the bed the following night. She took off Her nightgown, lay on Her back with
Her legs spread and played with Herself, alternately watching my face and cock,
which stood straight out despite the weight of my lock, while She used Her
fingers, then the big dildo. She knew She was driving me crazy and loved every
minute of it.

She finally commanded me to serve Her with my mouth. I climbed clumsily
onto the bed, lay between her legs and licked Her until She closed her thighs on
my head and came against my mouth. She pushed my face away as soon as Her orgasm
ended. I gazed helplessly at Her wet opening. She mocked me, spreading Herself
wide, showing me Her erect clit and wet, passion-swollen inner lips. After that
she commanded me to lie on my back, wrapped her soft, warm hand around my shaft
and wagged me back and forth hard enough for the lock to flop against my belly.
I was so hard I hurt when she removed my lock.

Punishment Bitch Lady Sonia

“Don’t get your hopes up, Mr. Guthrie. You aren’t putting anything inside Me
but your tongue. You are going to have some fun, though. I’m going to start
conditioning you to cum as soon as you’re touched and I think we’ll both enjoy
your training.”

I looked at my bounding cock and knew my first lesson would probably be
a success.

“I’m going to stroke you ten times. If you don’t cum, I’ll stop and put
your lock back on for a week, then we’ll try it again.” She knelt over me,
wrapped Her hand tightly around my cock and commanded me to count Her strokes.
She stroked me slowly from base to head with the pressure she knew I liked best.

“One, two, three, four…” I watched Her beautiful breasts sway with
each stroke. “Five, six, seven…” She pinched one of Her large, dark nipples,
licked Her full lips and touched the slit under the tip of my cock with Her
tongue, then pulled her lovely mouth away. “Eight, nine…” I filled Her hand.
“Good boy, Mr. Guthrie!” She exclaimed. She kept pumping me, squeezing my shaft with
each upstroke. My cum ran over her hand and down Her wrist to pool on the silk
sheet. “We’ll do this again tomorrow night,” She said as She put my lock back on
“and see how obedient you are.”

The next night was a disaster. I wasn’t able to cum although I got
close. She restrained me spread eagle on the bed, put my lock on and tied a rope
to it. She pulled it tight enough to stretch me and fastened the other end to
the rail at the foot of the bed. I thought She would simply leave me that way
for the night but that would have been too easy on me. She straddled me,
positioned Her clit against my suffering cock and moved back and forth on it
until She came. She waited a full week before She let me try to cum again. I was
horny enough the next time to shoot almost as soon as She started to jerk me
off. It was touch and go the following night but I made it in nine strokes. She
performed the ritual each night for the next few months. I managed to cum more
quickly toward the end, sometimes needing only two or three strokes.

“You’ve made real progress, Mr. Guthrie,” She commented the night I filled
Her hand after only one. I stayed hard, as I often do after my first climax. She
continued to hold me tightly. “Come on, Mr. Guthrie” She ordered “if you want to cum
again, do some of the work.” I raised my hips off the bed and thrust into Her
hand, straining to ejaculate.

“That’s it,” She exclaimed, “fuck my hand, Mr. Guthrie, and tell Me what
you’d rather be doing.”

“I’d like to be inside You, Mistress Sonia,” I said. She spread Herself and
showed me Her slippery wet depths.

“Yes,” She whispered breathlessly “wouldn’t it feel great if I let you
put it inside or sucked you off and swallowed your cum?”

I moved as quickly as I could in Her hand, staring at Her slick opening
and remembering how we used to screw for hours. I came, pumping Her hand until I
was completely spent and soft. She wiped my sticky fluid on my face and hair and
said “We’ll put your training to use soon. Until then, you’ll save your cum.”

“Pretty soon” turned out to be a long time to have to wait for another
climax. I learned why Mistress Sonia had conditioned me to cum so quickly when Her
sister Amanda and her husband arrived for a visit a few weeks later. She’d
masturbated me and let me play with her every night with my lock on to make sure
I couldn’t to make sure I’d be ready. Amanda had been trying unsuccessfully to
get pregnant for years. Her husband is much older than she. His sperm count low
and he has great difficulty attaining and maintaining an erection. They were
getting desperate but didn’t want to use artificial insemination. Mistress Sonia and
Amanda decided to use me without her husband’s knowledge and let him think the
child, if one resulted, was his.

Mistress Sonia removed my lock when we went to bed but left my hands cuffed
behind me until Amanda knocked softly on the bedroom door in the middle of the
night. She came in, dropped her black peignoir on the floor and slipped into bed
with us. She lay next to me on her back, drew her long legs up and spread them
wide. Mistress Sonia told me to position myself above her with the tip of my cock
against her slot. Her soft, thick pubic hair was wet and sticky from being with
her husband. The mixture of her delicate musk and expensive cologne made me
dizzy with desire.

“Don’t move a muscle until you’re ready to cum,” Mistress Sonia commanded
“then shove it in all the way and keep it there. Don’t move inside her. You’re
not doing this for enjoyment.” I gazed down at Amanda’s beautiful face and full,
heavy breasts and thought how wrong Mistress Sonia was about my enjoying it. Just the
sight of Amanda beneath me and the scent of her arousal were almost enough to
get me off. Mistress Sonia only had to stroke me twice before I started to cum and
buried myself in Amanda’s hot, wet depths. It took all my concentration and
willpower to keep from thrusting while I ejaculated. I forced myself against
her, jamming my pubis against hers. She squirmed under me and wrapped her legs
around my back. Her tight internal muscles contracted, milking me as she pulled
me against her. I wondered whether she had had an orgasm with her husband and
needed another or if she had failed to have one, allowing me the privilege of
enjoying her first one with her. Mistress Sonia pressed Her fingers against me just
behind my balls so She could feel me cumming. I filled Amanda’s tight opening so
completely that some ran out around my cock. Mistress Sonia ordered me to withdraw as
soon as my muscles stopped clenching. Amanda shuddered and moaned, then
reluctantly lowered her legs so I could pull away. She grasped my cock as I
pulled out and squeezed it very tightly, forcing every last drop of cum into Her
sister. Amanda’s eyes were misty with desire and I was still quite hard. God,
she was beautiful and it had been so long since I’d had sex! I wanted to ram
myself back into her and extinguish the fire raging inside us but I couldn’t.

“Get off her, you son of a bitch! You’re finished!” Mistress Sonia snarled. I
managed to brush Amanda’s breast with my hand as I climbed over her. She sighed
deeply, touched her swollen, sticky opening with her fingertips, then got up,
slipped on her peignoir and left without a word.

“That was fine, Mr. Guthrie,” Mistress Sonia exclaimed. She cuffed my wrists and
locked me up. She hadn’t seen me touch Amanda! “I didn’t know anyone could cum
that much and still stay hard! You ought to be limp as a dishrag. Amanda must
have had quite an effect on you. She’s a sexy little bitch, isn’t she? She’s
been like a cat in heat since she got her first period. I suppose I should have
let you fuck her brains out just to be nice to her but what the hell! She can
always try to get her husband in the mood again or finger herself if he can’t
get it up. I need some attention and you probably would have taken forever to
cum a second time. Now bring that mouth of yours down here and serve Me!” I
pictured Amanda lying in bed with her husband and wondered if they were love
again or if she was masturbating. I futilely rubbed my cock against the sheet
and licked Mistress Sonia to Her climax.

The four of us ate breakfast together. We made small talk while I tried
to avoid Amanda’s gaze. She stared hungrily at me whenever her husband wasn’t
looking and it drove me crazy. I kept picturing her beneath me, eyes glazed with
passion. I relived the sensation of her body against mine, her hot, wet sheath
squeezing me. Her husband left after breakfast to attend to some business.
Amanda wasted no time.

“Come on, let’s go upstairs!” she urged as soon as his car left the
driveway. Mistress Sonia looked at me and nodded.

“Go ahead, I’ll be up in a few minutes.”

Amanda took my hand and placed it inside her robe as soon as we were in
the guest room. Her nipple was prominent and hard. She kissed me and rubbed
herself against me. I realized that Amanda thought I’d be able to make love to
her. Mistress Sonia hadn’t told her about my lock. My cock tingled and erected,
lifting the heavy lock. She touched my fly, then recoiled. “God, what’s this
thing?” she demanded. I showed it to her and explained how I’d accepted slavery
with her sister as my Mistress Sonia.

“She won’t take this thing off you until She’s ready to make love?” she
asked incredulously.

“We don’t make love any more.” I replied.

“No wonder you finished so quickly!” she exclaimed. I explained how
She’d trained me.

“I can’t believe She’d do this!” she said. I told her that Mistress Sonia
enjoyed depriving me of pleasure and that making me cum immediately was one way
of doing so. That way, I couldn’t enjoy the buildup of pleasure.

Punishment Bitch Lady Sonia

Mistress Sonia walked in and laughed at the sight of my metal-heavy erection
protruding from my pants. She patted it and asked “what’s the rush, Amanda?
You’ll get serviced soon enough.”

“Why on earth did you do this to him?” Amanda demanded.

“Mr. Guthrie is fertile as hell,” Mistress Sonia explained. “I can’t risk another
miscarriage and the best way to prevent it is to keep him from fucking me.”

“What’s wrong with having a tubal ligation or getting him a vasectomy?”
Amanda asked incredulously.

“I don’t want to have unnecessary surgery. He’s still my husband. I
don’t want him playing around behind my back. Can you think of a better way of
solving both problems than keeping him locked up?” Amanda shook her head.

“I guess not, if you don’t mind making him miserable.”

“Are you miserable, Mr. Guthrie?” Mistress Sonia demanded. “Tell her how you like
our arrangement. Would you be happier being single so you could fuck anything
that walks?”

“No, Mistress Sonia,” I replied. “I love You.”

“There, Amanda, so much for misery. Mr. Guthrie is getting what he needs and
so am I, which is more than I can say for you!”

Amanda sat on the edge of the bed, stared at my cock and said “Yes,
you’re right about my not getting what I need. How about taking that thing off
and leaving us alone for a few minutes? I won’t ruin him.”

Mistress Sonia looked at my cock which stood was standing proudly at attention
despite the lock’s weight and demanded “Do you want to make love to My sister,
Mr. Guthrie? Would you enjoy sucking her nipples and pumping that wet cunt of hers?”

I took a deep breath and answered “Yes, Mistress Sonia, if You want me to!”
Amanda ran the tip of her tongue over her lips and stared hungrily at my cock.
Mistress Sonia rubbed my balls and smiled.

I thought She was actually going to give me permission but She said “No,
I’ll stay here and make sure you two don’t have too much fun. You’re here to get
pregnant, Amanda, not satisfied.” She knelt down in front of me and removed the
lock. “Mr. Guthrie used to love it when I sucked him but he never learned to hold
back even though he knew I didn’t like him to cum in My mouth.” She took the
head of my cock briefly into Her mouth, then stood up and wrapped Her hand
around it and squeezed. The sensation was so strong it made my hips jerk. She
squeezed harder, expelling a small drop of clear pre-orgasmic fluid. “Amanda,”
She warned, “if you want his cum, you’d better not waste any time. He’s ready!”
Amanda lay back on the bed. She rubbed her breasts through the thin material
with her left hand and pressed her right against her mons.

“Don’t try to fuck him like you did last night,” Mistress Sonia warned. “Keep
your clothes on, your legs flat on the bed and let me get him off.” Amanda
parted her robe just below her waist and continued to rub herself as I knelt
between her legs. I put my hands on the bed with my arms against her ribs so I
could feel the sides of her breasts and held my body above hers with the tip of
my cock against her labia. She brushed it lightly with her finger tips, then
spread herself to take me. Mistress Sonia commanded me to enter her completely, then
hold perfectly still. I pushed myself into her, relishing her heat and slick
tightness. Amanda kept her legs out straight but pressed them tightly against
mine. Mistress Sonia jammed one knee into the small of my back to keep me from moving
my hips.

She pressed her fingers into the area behind my balls and said “I’m
waiting, Mr. Guthrie.”

Amanda dug the long nails of one hand into my back, pulling me against
her while she stimulated herself with the other. She was too excited to lie
still. She made small, sinuous, barely visible motions with her hips. Her thigh
muscles bunched as she moved imperceptibly under me. She rubbed her clit with
tiny circular motions until a shudder and sigh announced her orgasm. I looked
longingly at her knotted nipples through the thin material just inches from my
mouth. Her wide blue eyes grew vacant and her contractions started. She gasped
and strained against me. Her cervix moved against the tender tip of my cock.
That was all I needed. I filled her while she moaned and shuddered. Mistress Sonia
commanded me to withdraw as soon as my spasms stopped. Amanda touched my
still-hard cock as it slid out of her and I ejaculated again, spurting onto her
hand and thigh. She gathered the thick liquid and smeared it over her labia.
Another shudder wracked her body, then she went limp. Mistress Sonia caught me staring
at Amanda’s glistening, swollen slot and ordered me off the bed.

“You and Mr. Guthrie are a good match,” Mistress Sonia said and laughed. “You cum
as quickly as he does. Brett must be worthless in bed if he leaves you this
horny!” Amanda pulled her robe around her and turned away.

She muttered “You bitch!” under her breath. Mistress Sonia laughed again and
handed me the lock, which I reluctantly slipped through my piercing and snapped
shut.

“You never could get enough, could you, Amanda?” she asked. “You married
Brett for his money and that’s all you got! I hope it’s worth it. You aren’t
going to get more from Mr. Guthrie than you need to get pregnant. Stay here and rub
yourself off if you need to. Watching you two got me going and I can’t wait any
longer. Come on, Mr. Guthrie, your tongue has work to do.” We left Amanda lying on
the bed.

Punishment Bitch Lady Sonia

I’m fully trained now. Mistress Sonia has me prepare Her with my mouth until
She’s ready to finish Herself with the dildo. She leaves my hands cuffed behind
my back and the lock on while I’m in bed with Her to make sure I can’t cum. She
doesn’t permit me to have orgasms in bed because She doesn’t like the mess. She
occasionally takes pity on me after She’s had Her climax and rewards me in the
shower. She removes the lock and stands behind me. She presses Herself against
my back and lets me probe the wet heat of Her slot with my cuffed hands, a
pleasure denied to me at all other times. She reaches around me and grips my
cock tightly. When She’s ready to cum, She gives me permission to thrust into
Her hand. I do it a few times until I feel my cum start to boil upward, then
stop. She holds the base of my cock with one hand and rubs my heavy balls with
the other. We watch my cum spray against the tiles. She presses Her firm breasts
against my back and moves on my hand, rubbing Herself against my fingers and the
handcuffs until She’s finished cumming. Once my cock is down, She rubs it to see
if She can get it hard again. She usually succeeds. When She does, my reward is
Her soft, hot mouth. She sucks me until I have another orgasm, this time with
little or no ejaculate for Her to have to taste. I watch the streaks of semen
slide down the tiles and wish I had been inside Her when I came. After She’s
finished with me, She puts my on, frees my hands and we shower. I wash Her
supple body under the hot water until all traces of Her passion are gone and
towel Her skin to a pink sheen with a heavy Turkish towel.

Two months after Amanda’s visit, she called Mistress Sonia with the happy news
of her pregnancy. Mistress Sonia told me She had good news and bad news. Amanda’s
pregnancy was bad news as far as I was concerned. I’d really been looking
forward to being with her again, even under Mistress Sonia’ conditions. I kept that to
myself.

“The good news,” She said with a wicked smile “is that Amanda has a
young and very pretty friend who’s having trouble getting pregnant. I’m going to
let you play stud again. The bad news is that I’m not going to take your lock
out and allow you to cum again before you service her, whenever that is. This
way, you’ll be at your best. You will be ready, won’t you?” She opened my fly,
pulled out my cock and rubbed the head until I was erect.

“Yes Mistress Sonia, I’ll be ready!” I replied too quickly.

“You’re too anxious, Mr. Guthrie. Maybe I let you have too much fun with
Amanda. I saw you staring at her pussy. You managed to touch her tit, too, when
you thought I wasn’t looking. I’ll have our clients keep their clothes on from
now on while you’re servicing them and I’ll keep your hands cuffed behind your
back. I don’t want you to get more spoiled than you already are.” She smiled
down at my hard cock and squeezed it. “I want it to be strictly business. That
way, I know you’ll appreciate it when I do you a favor and give you one of My
special hand jobs!”

Khole arrived a few days later. She was a knockout with long, black
hair and high, pointed breasts! I knew after one look at her that Mistress Sonia would
make me service her clothed, just as She’d threatened. There was no way She
would let me enjoy any aspect of the experience if She could prevent it.
Mistress Sonia and Khole settled on the fee. Khole agreed to the amount and said she
wanted to shower and freshen up.

“That won’t be necessary. You won’t be taking off your clothes,
“Mistress Sonia replied. “You two aren’t going to get romantic. He’s going to
impregnate you, not make love to you.” Khole looked incredulously at me, then
at Mistress Sonia.

“But Amanda said…” Khole began. Mistress Sonia cut her off.

“I’ve improved the procedure since she had it done. It will be over
before you know it. You won’t even get your hair mussed.” Khole looked very
disappointed. We went into the guest bedroom. Mistress Sonia cuffed my wrists behind
my back, took out my cock and removed my lock.

Khole stared at my long, thick staff and said “I’m paying a lot for
this. I want my money’s worth.”

“Get this straight,” Mistress Sonia said icily. “This isn’t for your
entertainment or his. Mr. Guthrie is my husband. I’m doing you a favor by letting him
get you pregnant. If I wanted him to make love someone, it would be Me, not
you.” Khole sighed and nodded.

“Get on your hands and knees on the bed, raise your skirt, slide your
panties down to your knees and hold still while he’s inside you.”

I knelt behind Khole. Mistress Sonia positioned the head of my cock near
Khole’s hot pussy, commanded me to tell Her when I was ready to shoot and
stroked me, pausing between each up and down movement. I warned Her that I was
ready after three strokes. She guided me between Khole’s labia.

She was wet and incredibly tight. She moved back against me and rubbed
herself with her right hand. I began to ejaculate as soon as I was inside her.

“Now, Mistress Sonia!” I grunted. “I’m cumming now!” Mistress Sonia couldn’t feel
beneath my balls to tell when I was finished. She looked at Her watch and
ordered me to pull out after a half-minute or so. Cumming inside Khole was a
treat but, to be truthful, it less enjoyable than a hand job.

Punishment Bitch Lady Sonia

Khole got off the bed, adjusted her panties and skirt and looked at my
wet cock sticking out of my pants and exclaimed “I wish my husband were built
like that!”

Mistress Sonia laughed. “Yes, he has one hell of a cock, doesn’t he? He’d be a
lousy lover, though. He’s lazy and you saw how fast he cums. He’s perfectly
happy to just stick it in and cum immediately or let Me jerk him off. She smiled
at me and rubbed Her hands. “Aren’t you, Mr. Guthrie?”

I answered “Yes, Mistress Sonia” and bit my tongue to keep from saying
anything else. Khole shook her head and sighed.

“I can’t believe how You control him,” she said, still staring at my
cock. “I wish Jeff were a little more controllable.”

“Nothing to it,” Mistress Sonia replied, discussing me as though I weren’t
there while She freed my hands. “It’s just like training a dog. You use a system
of rewards and punishments to create the proper behaviors, then reinforce them.
Sex is a reward and abstinence is a punishment. This was the first time I’ve let
him cum in about a week. He’s due for a little reward for servicing you. Mr. Guthrie,
show Khole how well trained you are. Jerk off for her.”

I was completely humiliated but my cock was still stiff and I wasn’t
going to argue. Khole sat in a chair in front of me, crossed her legs and let
me see her sheer white panties, transparent with wetness at the crotch. I stared
at her dark, thick bush through the white silk and fantasized that I was inside
her again, really fucking her this time. I had to rub myself until sweat ran
into my eyes and my arm was sore but I finally came, emptying my few remaining
drops into my palm. Khole shifted in her chair and sighed deeply when I
ejaculated.

She stood, wiped her sweaty palms on her skirt and exclaimed “thanks!
I’ve always wanted to watch a man do that.” Mistress Sonia motioned for me to rise. I
stood in front of Khole’s chair. She handed Khole my lock and asked if she
wanted to put it on me. Khole examined it carefully, shook her head and gave it
to Mistress Sonia, Who smiled and handed it to me.

“Here, put your lock back in,” She commanded to complete my humiliation.
Khole watched in fascination as I smeared my cum on the hasp to lubricate it,
threaded it through the hole in my cock and obediently locked it. Mistress Sonia
didn’t give me permission to put my cock back in my pants so I left it out.
Khole couldn’t take her eyes off the heavy lock dangling from it. I wondered if
she was picturing a lock in her husband’s cock.

Mistress Sonia counted the thick wad of bills and smiled. “Just like
artificial insemination with none of the clinical bullshit. If you don’t get
pregnant this time, monitor your ovulation cycle and schedule another
appointment for when you’re most fertile. You can come back as many times as it
takes and it won’t cost you any extra. I want you to be,” She turned Her head,
winked at me and laughed “completely satisfied.”

Mistress Sonia has quite a little business established now. Sometimes I get to
service a few women a month but only as I did it with Khole. I never get to see
their bodies, let alone touch them with my hands. Mistress Sonia seldom lets me cum
anymore except when I’m working. If no client is scheduled within two weeks,
Mistress Sonia sometimes takes pity on me. She cuffs my hands behind my back, removes
my lock and jerks me off. It only takes a few strokes.

I’m so horny when I’m working, I usually start to ejaculate while I’m
sliding in. If I don’t cum immediately, Mistress Sonia makes me pull out all but the
head and strokes me a few times. That’s all it takes. I bury myself and fill the
client’s hot insides with cum, then pull out.

Mistress Sonia is very pleased with Herself! She makes a few thousand dollars
each time I service a client and has some fun at my expense to boot. I’m just
happy to be able to cum, especially in the occasional attractive woman who’ll
move on me a little…

When Master’s Away…

Her eyes searched warily about the room. The TV glared its normal garbage. She was glad it was on mute. She saw the book laying only a foot away. She wasn’t in the mood to read a trashy romance novel. That would only make her pussy throb even harder than it already was. It was her day off of work and her Master was making sure that she was relaxing. In fact, to ensure she didn’t do anything, he had handcuffed her left wrist to the bedpost with her fur covered cuffs. He had also gotten out his two favorite vibrators. He shoved the larger one deep inside her pussy, the other one he crammed even deeper into her ass. He had not turned them on but instead left that decision up to her. She yearned to turn on the one in her aching pussy but he had placed one stipulation on her. If she turned on one of them then the other must be turned on too at the same time. The batteries were fully charged so she knew they’d last until he came home. Quickly she banished the thought from her mind. Master would inevitably find out if she turned on the one in her yearning pussy and not the one in her ass, and her body would reap the consequences. She looked at the red satin sheets on the bed. She felt her cool black silk nightgown around her. It was short, barely covering her well shaven pussy, and the neckline was cut low, revealing most of her breasts, covering only her nipples.

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It was only about noon. If she were to turn the vibrators on now, she could have both the sheets and nightgown soaked and stained by the time Master arrived home from work. She sat and stared at the ceiling turning the ideas of pain and pleasure over and over again in her head, when the sound of a door opening caught her attention. It was their front door being opened. Someone was home. She immediately delighted in the thought that Master had returned home early. Now he could alleviate her of this predicament and make a decision for her. She spread her legs farther apart and felt the already damp area between her legs get wetter. But the feeling vanished when she realized the silhouette in their bedroom doorway was not that of Master, but of another man. He was dark and mysterious. She could see the muscle in his arms. He obviously was an employee of her Master because he was wearing black dress pants a white shirt and a tie but she could see the anticipation in his body, the intensity in his dark flashing eyes. He didn’t take a second glance at the diamond-studded dog collar around her neck or her chained up wrist, but instead at the black silk clinging to her tense curvaceous body. He could tell in only a sec that she was wearing no bra or panties. He silently walked across the room to her bed, and placed a folded piece of paper in her free hand. She read the note: –

“My precious Slave Sonia,

This man is an employee of mine. I have asked him to come take care of you for a while for me. He is your new Master for now. Obey him as you would me.

Love,
Master”

Immediately pangs of fear made her body tremble. He smiled at her fear. She had never had another Master before. The sick anticipation of what was to come made her pussy drip her juices all down the insides of her milky thighs. Her nipples were hard, showing nicely through the black silk. But even though she had the note in her hand, she didn’t want to be submissive to another man. She couldn’t do it, or so she feared. “No…I can’t do this…please…” she cried, breaking the crystal silence in the room. “Hush now, be still my Slave Sonia. When I want to hear from you I’ll tell you, until then be quiet,” the man spoke to her for the first time. His voice was strong, like her Master’s, and had an authoritative quality in it. But she was too overcome with despair. “Let me go…I need my Master,” she continued to cry, ignoring his order. “I am your Master, now shut up, before I have to gag that beautiful mouth of yours shut.” He said as he grabbed her other wrist, jerking it towards the other bedpost. Quickly he chained her free wrist with the other fur cover cuff. Now she lay there, completely helpless to this man she had never even met before. She continued to cry, but he ignored her tears. He started feeling the silk that still covered some part of her body. His hands were strong and would command her body well. He picked up a pair of scissors that sat on a near table. Carefully, he cut the spaghetti straps of the sill, and carefully removed the material from her body and she watched as it fell from his hands, to the floor. She tried in vain to turn her naked, silky body from him, but felt a sharp slap on her flat stomach. “Did I tell you to move?” he questioned her. “No,” she meekly replied. Again another slap stung her, only this time closer to her aching pussy. “No what Slave Sonia? Do you want pain? Do you want me to hurt you? “ His voice got louder, and annoyed, but very confident in his power. The thought of pain sent shivers through her body. She didn’t want the pain, not from him. “No, no pain. Please don’t hurt me Master, please.” She pleaded with him. “Yes I am your Master, and you will address me as such. This time I will let it slide, but the next time you fuck it up, you will be punished.” “Yes Master,” she answered him, her voice breaking. She watched as he got up and walked around her, examining her body. He poked at her body, touching her breasts, squeezing her nipples, twisting the vibrators in her pussy and her ass. She watched him as he walked across the room, and began to cry to herself again as he pulled their black bag of toys out of the closet. She knew all the toys that were hidden there, and how much pain he could put her through. He fumbled around in the bag for a minute, and she began to cry louder when she saw him pull out a gag ball, and a piece of dark, black material for a blindfold. She didn’t want her sight to be cut off from him. As he stood back, he smacked her perfectly shaved pussy hard with his hand. “Didn’t I tell you to be still, damn it?” he questioned her as he quickly inserted the gag ball in her mouth, leaving her to make only small animal noises. Then he kissed each one of her eyes before he turned her world into complete darkness.

Her body lay tense on the bed, her muscles tight and in fear. He gently began to rub his hands on her body, relaxing her muscles. They would need to reserve their energy for later. He squeezed her breasts, taking her nipples between his thumb and index finger. He squeezed and twisted them, causing small pangs of pain to run through her helpless body. She wanted to turn away from him so badly, especially since her legs were still free, but was too afraid to move. Then his hand slid down her stomach, to the wetness between her thighs. He had nearly forgotten about the vibrators down there. “Here, let me take care of those for you,” he cooed in her ear. She could feel the smirk that had to be on his face. She felt his strong hands check to make sure that both of the vibrators were fitted snugly in her ass and in her pussy. Then he turned them on full power. She could feel a scream building inside of her quaking body, but the gag quickly diminished it so a soft moan. He played with the vibrators, moving them in and out, twisting them, watching the energy build inside of her. The one in her ass sent only immense pain through her body. It had more power than the other and it hurt so badly. So she concentrated instead on the one in her pussy, which only filled her with the desire to cum. It is so wrong she thought to herself that she was letting a complete stranger bring her to the edge of explosion. “Don’t worry Slave Sonia, you are not cumming yet.” Then he left her bed. She heard him rummaging through the bag again. She had no idea what was next. Instead, she tried to ignore the sensations running through her body, and the fact that a mere stranger was making her feel like this. When he returned, he sucked on her nipples for a minute then he attached a clamp to each of them. The sudden pressure and the edges of the clamps bit into her sensitive skin, and she gasped in pain through the gag. “Now you’re ready for your real Master,” he said to her. She listened intently as she now heard another pair of footsteps. She recognized them immediately as her Master’s. But when did he come home she wondered to herself. The immediate joy welled up inside her, and she began to ride the waves of pleasure that the vibrators created inside of her. Then he spoke to the other man. “I told you not to gag her unless she was disobedient. Did she fail to follow your instructions?” Fear welled up inside of her. She knew that she had been disobedient, but thought the gag and the blindfold was her punishment. “Yes, she was disobedient. She failed to be quiet and still as I instructed her, and I gave her more than one warning too.” The other man answered her Master. Master turned around to his Slave Sonia, lying helpless on the bed. “I want you to nod or shake you head to answer my questions, ok,” he commanded his Slave Sonia. She nodded her head yes. “Now, did my messenger and helper give you my note?” he asked. Again, she nodded her head yes. “Did he tell you to be quiet when you started to cry and whine?” he continued. She knew better than to lie, so she just nodded her head again. “Now, did you continue to whine, even after he ordered you several times to be still?” She hesitated, knowing that she was caught in her disobedience. “Answer me Slave Sonia!” Slowly, she nodded her head yes. She had failed. “You know I hate punishing you, my little one. But you push me to it. I can’t let you disobey me without punishing you. Then you will just commit the offense over and over again.” With that she felt Master unhook one of the handcuffs from one bed post and while the other man unhooked the other one. He stood her up and led her to the center of the room. She knew what was about to happen. Tears rolled down her cheek, soaking through her blindfold. Master connected the handcuffs to a hook that hung from the ceiling. “Give me your belt” Master said to his helper. The other man took off his belt and handed it to her Master. “Slave Sonia, do you know why I am using his belt, and not something else?” He asked her. She just shook her head no. “I am using this because it is him who you have disobeyed. Only I will whip you with it, but he has the freedom to play with you while I am punishing you.” She barely nodded her head in understanding. She felt the braided leather belt run up and down her back, ass, and legs. Then the hard leather left her body. She shook in fear. She heard the loud crack, and felt the stinging pain of the belt making contact with the soft skin of her ass. Again, and again, he hit her. And it was always hard, because there is no kindness in punishment. He hit her back, her ass, and the backs of her legs. The entire time the man played with her nipples, flicking the clamps, keeping the pain constantly cutting through her breasts. Tears poured from her eyes, dripped down her face, and onto her chest. She wanted to scream in pain and pleasure. She could feel Master’s helper adjust the vibrators occasionally, making sure they still fit just right. Her back seared in pain, but the pain mixed with pleasure. In fact, they were so mixed that she didn’t know where the pain ended and the pleasure began. She could barely breathe fast enough with the gag in her mouth.

Then she felt Master’s friend quickly untie the cords of the gag ball, and it pulled it out of her mouth. “Scream for me Slave Sonia. Now my helper wants to hear you.” Master said to her. She didn’t hesitate to scream. She screamed in pain, in pleasure, in the desire to cum for them.” The intensity rushing through her was inc