The Devil Wears High Heels

I take your point paekmb but i think Sarah is so strong-minded and confident and being an attorney she leaves little room for Louis to fight back. She has him under complete control and just takes eveery little resistance in him inch by inch and that is portrayed ingeniously by GH in the story so far. Sorry did i already say the story works wonders with me..??

Gentleman

When I started this story, my intention was to try to write something that was a little different from the Oak Grove series.

I first got the idea from Roxanne and Willie when I was writing the sections with Pete from the car dealership. At times. Roxanne got ruthlessly dominant with Willie. I always backed her down a little and in fact that became a subplot of the story - Roxanne under the influence of Bob's Auto Ranch versus Roxanne under the influence of the Oak Grove clan. Of course the Oak Grove clan won out, but I always wondered how the story would have turned out if Peete and the auto Ranch had won.

That's what I'm trying to explore in this story.

I said from the outset that Sarah was not really someone that any of us would ever really want to meet. (Well maybe for just a night or two)

She is a sadists ideal and a masochists dream. Both Sarah and Louis are caricatures. They were intended as such. This is an erotic fantasy.

My other stories are also fantasies, but in those stories I tried to depict real relationships. I could live with Sandra and Julie. I would love to live with Sandra and Julie.

I would never want to live with Sarah. Still that doesn't mean that the masochist part of me isn't very very fascinated by her.

Peak, the other factor that may be bothering you (of course you might just not like the story and that's okay to) is that I am trying to avoid writing another long story, so I am doing substantially less charachter developement. We actually know very little about either Sarah or Louis and how they got together in the first place.

Frankly with this story, I'm just trying to get all of us sadists and masochists and dominants and submissives excited.

Well I've spouted off just about enough for one night. the next segment will be posted at about 6:00 am usa central standard time tomorrow. (that's about six hours earlier than London time)

GH

PS Peak I always want to know how you really feel about a story. Thankyou for your frank critique.

paparas I am glad you're enjoying the story. I'm having a lot of fun writing it. It's really kind of fun thinking up the nasty things that Sarah is going to do to Louis.

GH

Frankly with this story, I'm just trying to get all of us sadists and masochists and dominants and submissives excited.

Your getting this sadist very excited GH

Fair enough GH. I understand what you wanted to do. That's why I said really should wait a bit. I just think that if she was a complete bitch (like the heroine in 'The Bitchy Tease' if you've read that) she would be carry on even though she knew Louis didn't really want it and was immensely frustrated, in fact this would make it better for her (and so worse for him).

Peak

I haven't read the story. I assume it's in the archives here. I'll lookd for it.

Anyway, let's see how this develops.

GH

Mel

Thanks

GH

I pulled up my panties. When I reached down to pick up my trousers, Sarah stopped me.

"I don't think those will be allowed this evening. Your lace apron and panties will make a very appropriate outfit for you while you’re serving me."

"Ms. Raymond, may I be allowed to make a request?"

"Certainly, but keep it short and respectful."

"I would like to be able to wear a shirt. I'm already cold."

Sarah thought for a moment. Finally she said, "That is a reamisterable request." She paused, "Let me think, what do we have that would be appropriate." Suddenly she smiled, "I know."

Sarah got up, walked over to one of her dressers and opened up the second drawer.

After rummaging through her clothing for a moment she smiled and said, "Here it is." Sarah pulled out pale yellow woman's cotton undershirt. The sleeves and neck were trimmed with lace.

She handed it to me. "This should keep you nice and warm."

I held it up. It was very feminine.

"Hurry up now, put it on."

I slipped it over my head and pulled it down. I am about the same height as Sarah and very slender. The shirt actually fit me very well.

Sarah giggled. "Those go nicely with your lace panties. I'll have to buy some more of them for you."

She paused, "Now, put your apron on and check the dinner. Return as quickly as you can. I want you to undress me and give me a bath before I sit down to eat."

For the next half hour I raced between the kitchen and Sarah's bathroom.

Sarah was a demanding mistress. She refused to do anything for herself. I had to undress her, bathe her, dry her off, brush her beautiful long hair and dress her in a very luxurious pair of silk lounging pajamas.

We finished just before 7:00. I followed Sarah into the living room. She sat down in a large stuffed chair and picked up a book.

As she opened it she said, "Bring me a martini. I want to relax for a few minutes while you put my dinner on the table."

I brought Sarah her take. She smiled when she saw that it was on a tray. "That's very good Louise. I do believe that you have the potential to become an excellent slave."

I bowed, "Thank you Ms. Raymond." At this point it didn't take very much praise from Sarah to make me happy.

I went into the kitchen and quickly grilled the tuna steaks. While they were cooking, I set the dining room table. I put one place setting in Sarah's usual position at the head of the table and another place setting on the side of the table nearest the kitchen. This was where I generally sat.

I prepared a large bowl of ceasar salad and carefully divided it into two smaller bowls. After that, I opened a bottle of chardonnay and brought the two salads and the wine out to the dining room table.

When that was done, I went back to the kitchen, took the two tuna steaks off of the grill and put each of them onto a plate. I smiled as I carefully dribred the ginger sauce over the steaks. Tuna Delmonico was not only a favorite of Sarah's it was also one of my favorites. This dinner was going to be a rare treat. I was looking forward to it.

I set the two plates on the table and went into the living room.

"Ms. Raymond, dinner is served."

Sarah smiled and stood up. "Very good Louise, you're timing is nearly perfect."

Sarah's praise made me beam with pride. I hurried back into the dining room so I could see her reaction when she saw our dinner.

Sarah walked into the dining room. When she noticed the table she stopped. Her smile quickly turned into a scowl.

Sarah looked at me, "Louise are we expecting company for dinner?"

I shook my head, "No Ms. Raymond."

"Would you care to explain the presence of the second plate?"

I became very nervous. I started to stammer. “It’s ah...well sort of for... me."

Sarah glared at me, "Slaves don't ever sit at the table and eat. Slaves eat in the kitchen after they've served their mistress."

I was completely crushed. I stood absolutely still. I didn't know what to do."

Sarah was quick to give me direction, "Take your plate into the kitchen." her voice was icy cold.

I quickly picked the plate up. As I carried it away Sarah said, "Put that piece of fish into a plastic bag. I'll have it for lunch tomorrow. In this household we don't waste fresh tuna steaks on slaves. You can open some canned tuna, that should be sufficient for you."

I took my plate to the kitchen. As I was bagging my tuna steak Sarah called to me, "Louise please hurry; I am waiting for you to pour me a glass of wine."

I returned to the dining room, as I was pouring her wine she said, "Serve me some mashed potatoes."

I set the bottle of chardonnay down and spooned some potatoes onto Sarah's plate.

When I was done, I watched with envy as Sarah took a bite of fish. She smiled as she swallowed it.

I waited for some words of praise. when they didn't come I said, "Do you like the fish?"

Sarah stared at me. "I'm sorry, but I don't remember giving you permission to speak. Louise you do not have the right to disturb my dinner."

I hung my head as Sarah continued eating.

Sarah ate most of her salad, and about half of her fish and potatoes. When she was done she set her fork down and smiled at me. "Louise that was delicious. You are an excellent cook."

I beamed with pride.

As she was taking a final sip of wine Sarah noticed me looking at the uneaten portion of her dinner.

She got a very wicked smile on her face and said, "Louise you have done a very nice job with this dinner. I believe that you deserve a reward. Would you like to finish my fish and potatoes?"

I really did want to taste the tuna so I said, "Yes Ms. Raymond. That would be very kind."

"Very well."

I started to sit down in my chair.

"What do you think you’re doing? Get away from that chair before I have to punish you!"

I quickly stood.

Sarah pointed to the floor, “Louise get down on your knees."

When I was kneeling next to her chair Sarah set her plate on the floor in front of me. She started to giggle and said, "Eat up slaveboy."

I looked up at my wife in dismay. I couldn't believe what she was doing.

Sarah glared at me. "Do not even think about turning down my generosity. I would consider that a permisteral affront. Louise, I will punish you if you do not enjoy my gift."

"Would you please pass me a fork?"

Sarah grinned at me, "Of course not. Louise, you make a very nice pet I want to see you eat like one."

Sarah smirked as I lapped up the leftover fish and mashed potatoes like a dog.

I was just licking the plate clean when I happened to glance up at Sarah. She was staring at me with a slightly lost expession on her face. Suddenly I noticed that her right hand had slipped inside the waistband of her silk lounging pajamas. Sarah was masturbating.

I watched her out of the corner of my eye. I started to become convinced that Sarah wasn't actually aware that she was doing it.

I kept stealing glances at her; I slowly began to understand that Sarah got a sexual thrill out of tormenting me.

Suddenly Sarah caught me looking at her. At the same moment she realized what she was doing. For a brief moment my goddess of self control appeared flummoxed.

Her confusion didn't last long. She quickly regained control. She didn't stop masturbating, instead she stared directly into my eyes and started to smile. It was almost as if she was saying - So now you know, what are you going to do about it wimpboy.

very nice, gh. with respect to peak and perhaps others, i'm really enjoying this story. it's fast moving and doesn't need a lot of thought, it's just sexually arousing for us submissives and masochists. sort of like a comic book compared to a novel. lol. maybe a bad analogy, but i think you get my drift. keep up the great work. priss

Thanks Priss

Your analogy is a good one. This is more of a comic book. That was my intention when I started the story.

This story still has a little twist at the end. All of my stories have a little twist at some point.

I am glad your enjoying the story. Thanks for taking a moment to tell me.

GH

It's got me hooked GH


Mel x

Hey Mel

Thanks

GH

After dinner Sarah retired to the living room. I brought her a glass of cognac. She relaxed and read her book while I cleaned the kitchen.

When I was finished with my chores I took my apron off and went into the living room. Sarah looked up from her book, motioned with one hand that I was to wait, and continued reading.

She made me stand there for fifteen minutes while she read her book and sipped cognac.

Finally she set her book down and looked up at me. "Louise fetch me the telephone."

I brought the telephone to Sarah.

She set it down next to her and looked at me. "Louise, get on your knees and massage my feet."

This was a command that I was more than happy to obey and Sarah knew it. Sarah discovered my little foot fetish shortly after we started dating. Since then she has spent many happy hours relaxing in a chair while I kissed and licked her toes.

My wife sighed with contentment as I started massaging her feet. "Louise, that feels so good. You really are wonderful, you cook, you clean, you massage my feet and you're delightfully obedient. You make an outstanding slave."

Sarah smiled at me as she finished the last of her cognac and handed me her glass. "Take this to the kitchen and bring me a glass of the chardonnay that I had with dinner."

I quickly went to the kitchen, poured a glass of wine, put it on a tray and returned to the living room.

As I set the glass on the end table next to Sarah she said, "Louise fetch me my purse."

I quickly retrieved Sarah’s purse. She opened it, took out her address book and looked up a telephone number.

Sarah picked up the telephone. She was about to dial the number when she suddenly stopped and looked at me, "Get back on your knees and kiss and lick my feet."

I obediently got down on my knees and carefully picked up Sarah's right foot. I gently kissed my wife's big toe while she dialed the telephone and waited for an answer.

After a moment she said, "Hi baby it's me."

"Oh that's sweet. I really enjoyed last night to."

I suddenly realized that Sarah was talking to Dave. I kept kissing her feet. I didn't want her to think I was listening.

"I agree, MacGuires was wonderful. My filet was excellent."

"Yes, I would love to go there again next Thursday."

Sarah smiled. "The DJ at the 520 Club was excellent. I had fun, we should definitely go back."

She nodded, "Yes, we both had a little too much to take."

Sarah started giggling, "You found my panties on the floor of the back seat? I wondered what happened to them."

She listened for a minute then she giggled, "You are so bad. You can‘t talk like that on the telephone.”

“Okay, I’ll admit it, I really did enjoy giving it to you. It's been a long time since I sucked one that big."

I stopped and looked up at Sarah. She was brazenly talking to Dave about sucking his cock while I was kneeling at her feet.

Sarah looked down at me and smirked. It was obvious that she knew exactly what she was doing.

She went back to her telephone conversation.

"Stop that, you’re being naughty!" She giggled, "I'm a married woman."

Sarah was quiet, after a moment she said; "I can't wait for next Thursday either. Hey, I have an idea; do you like basketball?"

"I thought so. Would you like to take me to the University game tomorrow night?"

"Yes, I know what game that is. I'm very aware that it's been sold out for months."

"My husband is a professor at the University; he has seamister tickets. The seats are at center court in the eighth row."

"Yes, those are wonderful seats, would you like to go?"

I looked up at Sarah. I was desperately shaking my head no. I'd been looking foreword to this game for weeks."

Sarah put a finger to her lips to silence me.

"No, he can't use them. Let's just say that he's obligations tomorrow night."

My heart sank.

"Great, the game starts at 8:00. Why don't you come by here at 7:00. We can have a take before we go."

"Yes, of course I want you to come inside."

"Oh who cares about him. He won't give us any trouble."

"Dave honey, he's kneeling in front of me kissing my feet while I'm talking to you."

"No cuckolds brownie."

"I'll tell you all about it tomorrow night."

"I would love to see your place. Yes, lets go over there after the game."

"Second base? Honey I think you got to third base in my driveway last night." Sarah giggled, "If you play your cards right, you just might hit a home run tomorrow night."

"Baby, I can't wait either. I'll see you tomorrow night. Goodbye."

Sarah turned the telephone off and handed it to me. "Put this away slaveboy."

I put the telephone back on its base.

When I got back to Sarah I stood in front of her with my hands on my hips. I was livid.

Sarah looked at me and said in her most mocking tone of voice, "Oh dear, it looks like I'm about to witness another tantrum."

She smiled at me, "Be careful slaveboy, outrage can often be very costly."

I took a deep breath. Sarah was already cowing me into presentation. I needed to muster all of my strength."

"You gave away my basketball tickets."

"Is that what has you so upset? Sarah laughed, "I would have thought you'd be angry because I just promised another man that he could fuck me tomorrow night."

Sarah shrugged, "Louise, you're doing a weeks penance. There was never any chance that I was going to let you attend that basketball game tomorrow night."

"But..."

"But nothing! You are being punished. For the next week your life is going to be full of disappointments. Get used to it."

Sarah smiled at me, "Up until now, you've been very well behaved this evening. If you can get your anger under control, I am willing to forget this little episode and I’ll allow you to watch the basketball game on television tomorrow night."

I wilted. Sarah had that effect on me. I couldn't argue with her.

Still, there was one more issue.

"You're not really going to let Dave fuck you tomorrow night are you?"

At this moment it was more like I was pleading with Sarah than arguing with her.

Sarah smiled, "So you finally decided to get mad about that."

She stared at me. "Louise, for the next week you are not my husband, you are my slave. As my slave you have surrendered any marital rights that you might normally have as my husband. This week I am free to party with any man I might choose."

Sarah paused for a moment to let those words sink in, then she continued. "Frankly, Louise I intend to take full advantage of this situation. Last night I sucked Dave's cock. It was the first real cock I've touched in over two years. All it did was whet my appetite. I plan to let Dave fuck me tomorrow night and I can't wait to feel him push that big cock of his into my cunt."

"You sucked Dave's cock last night."

"yes, and we also discussed that last night."

"But..."

Sarah held her hand up. "Louise, I am in no mood to be challenged right now. You are coming dangerously close to having your punishment extended for another week. Do you really want to risk that?"

I bowed my head, "No Ms. Raymond, I don't."

Sarah smiled, "Good."

She paused, after a moment she said, "Louise, you've been much too aggressive with me this evening. You need to do something to make amends for that."

Sarah thought for a moment. Suddenly she smiled and stood up. "Bring my book slaveboy."

Sarah walked into her bedroom. I picked up her book and followed. When I got to her bedroom door I stopped and knocked.

Sarah looked at me and nodded with approval. "Very good slaveboy. You're learning proper etiquette. You may come in."

When I was in her bedroom Sarah laid down on her bed and rolled over onto her stomach.

"Take your panties off and give me my book."

I did as I was told.

As soon as I handed Sarah her book she said, "Pull my pajama bottoms down and start licking my ass. I'll let you know when your penance is complete."

For the next hour, my wife read her book while I licked her asshole. I wasn't surprised by the amount of time Sarah made me spend doing my penance. She’s always enjoyed this particular delight.

Sarah finally said, "Enough."

She put her book aside, rolled over onto her back and sat up.

Sarah looked at me. There was an evil grin on her face. "You've been a very good little boy Louise. You deserve a reward. I think I'll give you a nice blow job."

Sarah pulled me down on the bed and rolled me onto my back.

My wife leaned over and looked at my plastic covered penis. She started laughing. "Oh my, Isn't this unfortunate. Your little pee pee is encased in plastic."

Sarah started licking the plastic case that held my cock. Of course, I really couldn't feel anything, but having her lips and tongue in that close a proximity to my penis without having any sensation was absolutely maddening.

Sarah was giggling the whole time she licked my chastity cage. She continued this mental *** for several minutes.

When she finally tired of her little game Sarah sat up. "Well if your not going to respond to my sexual advances I guess I'll just have to find someone who does."

My wife started laughing. "I'll bet Dave will go wild when I do that to him tomorrow night."

I didn't say a word. There really wasn't anything that I could say. I just stared at floor.

When I didn't take her bait, Sarah shook her head and laid back on her pillow. "Fetch my purse."

I went into the living room, got Sarah's purse, brought it into the bedroom and handed it to her.

She opened it, took out the key to my chastity cage and unlocked it. "Go into your bathroom and shave. I am going to inspect you when you're done. I don't want to find a single strand of hair anywhere on your body except on the top of your head."

I spent the next hour shaving. When I was done I showered and returned to Sarah's bedroom. She was reading.

I knocked on the door frame. She looked up from her book, "You may enter."

I walked in.

"Stand still."

Sarah got out of bed. She walked around me. It was a very thorough inspection. She lifted my cock and checked my testicles. She smiled when she saw that I'd shaved them.

Sarah looked at me. "Louise, you did an excellent job." She patted my pubic area. "Your little cock looks so much better without all that unsightly hair."

I bowed my head. "Thank you Ms. Raymond"

"Fetch your cage Louise. It's time to lock you up again."

I brought Sarah the chastity cage.

As she fitted it over my cock and balls she said; "Louise, this really is much better. I don't want to have to worry about you doing nasty things in your bedroom tonight."

As I laid in bed that I night I asked myself the obvious question. "Why was I putting up with this?" Why didn't I just leave. I had a good job. I could easily support myself."

Our state had no fault divorce. The settlement would most likely be a fifty fifty split. Sarah and I had a lot of money. I’d end up as a wealthy man.

It didn't take long for me to figure out the answer. Part of me was enjoying the treatment I was getting.

I've had submissive masochistic fantasies for most of my adult life. I've carefully repressed them, but they’ve always been there.

I'm sure that Sarah sensed these feelings. I suspect that I ***ly perceived her sadistic desires when we first met. This was most likely part of the reamister we were originally attracted to each other.

I laid in the dark and contemplated all of this. Sarah was turning out to be much more sadistic than I would have liked, but it was only for one week. I could survive.

Dave was a bit of a complication. I knew about cuckolding, it was actually part of my secret submissive fantasy. Knowing that he was going to fuck my wife tomorrow night was really quite exciting to me.

The problem with Dave was that Sarah seemed to be quite taken with him. I feared that she might decide to divorce me in favor of him.

I knew that I loved Sarah. I wanted to stay with her. This week was very intense. I settled on the hope that after this week was over we might find a more reamisterable way to live out our fantasies. I smiled to myself. I wanted to be able to sit at the dining room table and have dinner with my wife.

As I fell arelax I had one nagging fear. What would I do if Sarah found an excuse to extend the period of my punishment.

I don't find Sarah overly sadistic at all. She sounds exactly like the Woman of my fantasies. Thanks GH keep up the good work.

I also want to say that I really enjoy this story. I hesitate to ever disagree with such a good and often contributor, but I actually find this tale more realistic than your others, in which the women are just a bit too wonderful, too understanding and too caring.

While Sarah may be a bit extreme, her attitude is not untypical of the dominant cuckolding women that my wife and I socialize with.

Your remarks about a lack of "background or character development" are not really limitations at all - the dialogue is what carries a good tale. The background will naturally come out over time.

In other words, I really like this story and hope you will continue with their journey.

Thanks so much.

Fantastic GH, I'm loving all the protocols, knocking on the bedroom door, foot massage, anal worship....cooking cleaning etc etc......all this is not unrealistic at all...it goes on in my household for months at a time

Mel x

Hi Mel,

Thanks

I think there are many readers here who are now very envious of your husband.

GH

I got up early on Saturday morning. I made some coffee and went into the den. I was doing some research on the internet when I heard Sarah call.

I went to her bedroom door and knocked.

"You may enter."

I opened the door. Sarah was lying on her bed. The covers were around her ankles. She was naked.

For a moment I just stood in the doorway and stared. Sarah had a gorgeous body.

She looked at me with a lascivious smile. "I hope Dave has that same reaction tonight."

I sighed and looked at the floor. I really didn't know how to respond to that remark.

Sarah laughed, "That got you a little flustered didn't it pussyboy."

I continued staring at the floor.

"Pull yourself together and bring me my purse. I want to play a little game with you. I think you might enjoy it."

I retrieved Sarah's purse from the top of her dresser and brought it to her.

She opened it. I felt small glimmer of excitement when she took out the key to my chastity cage. My wife is one of those women who often wake up in the morning with an itch for sex.

"Take off your apron and panties and sit down on the bed next to me."

I complied without any hesitation.

Sarah unlocked my chastity cage and took it off. My tiny penis immediately sprang to attention.

Sarah laughed, “it looks like someone is certainly ready to play.” She reached down and gently grasped my little cock in her finger tips. "Louise, would you like to cum? You were very obedient last night. I think you deserve the opportunity."

I looked at Sarah. "I would like that very much Ms. Raymond."

Sarah nodded, "Very well, let's play a game. You lie down on your back."

I laid down on Sarah's bed. I was about to put my head on one of her pillows when she pulled it away.

"No, no, a slave never uses his Mistress's pillow."

I laid my head down on the bed. Sarah mounted my face and sat down so that her cunt was pressed against my lips.

I closed my eyes. It had been at least a week since I last tasted her sex.

I started licking her.

Sarah cooed with delight. "That's very nice, but this is a game. Here are the rules. If you want to cum, you have to do it before I have my orgasm. If I cum first you lose and I lock your little dick back in your cage without giving you any satisfaction at all."

She paused, "Do you understand?"

I nodded. As I nodded I thought to myself that this was going to be a piece of cake. I could cum in seconds."

Sarah took a deep breath; "Okay, ready set go."

I grabbed my penis and started to stroke it.

Sarah immediately slapped my hand away. "No fair pussyboy. I'm not using my hands so you don't get to use yours."

"But your getting stimulation from me." The words were muffled by Sarah's pussy, but she understood what I said."

She stopped. After a moment she said, "you're right, It's only fair that I give you a little stimulation to."

She reached down, grabbed each of my nipples and began to gently roll them between her fingertips.

"Will this do?"

It felt really good, I nodded. With Sarah's cunt on my face; her gentle stimulation of my nipples was more than enough to make me cum.

"Good, let the race continue."

I started licking Sarah's pussy again.

Our excitement started to grow.

Sarah pulled on my nipples, "How do you like this pussyboy."

I buried my tongue in her cunt.

She gave my nipples a vicious twist. I cried out from the sudden pain.

Sarah laughed and mashed her cunt into my face. She dug her fingernails into my nipples and twisted even harder.

The pain was excruciating, "How's this for stimulation sissyboy."

I started crying.

Sarah giggled, "I'll stop as soon as you make me cum sissyboy."

I found Sarah's clit and started sucking it. I forgot about my own pleasure. At this moment I was under Sarah's total control.

Sarah tightened her iron grip on my nipples. She was laughing out loud as she rocked back and forth on my face.

Tears were running down my cheeks. I'm not sure if they were caused by the pain I was enduring or the intense excitement I was feeling.

Suddenly Sarah screamed as an orgasm erupted inside her. She locked her thighs around my head and bucked wildly as the waves of pleasure rolled through her body.

I suddenly realized that I couldn't breathe. I tried to push Sarah off of my face, but her hold was too tight.

I was just starting to panic when I felt Sarah start to relax.

She rolled off of my face and collapsed onto the bed next to me. I took several deep breaths, and slowly regained my composure.

After a moment Sarah sat up and looked at my crotch.

Her lips formed a menacing smile. "I don’t see any semen pussyboy. I guess that means you lose.

My heart sank as Sarah picked up my cock cage.

"Stand up!" It was a command. I responded instantly.

Sarah flicked the underside of the head of my penis with her index finger. I immediately lost my erection. She quickly slipped the chastity cage into place and locked it.

As Sarah was putting the key in her purse she started laughing, "Louise, you really should try to take better advantage of my generosity."

Great GH. Just great. YOu are so talented.

Sarah makes me weak in the knees... gosh!

Thank you.

As always, another great story. I don't know how you find the time, energy, and creative juices to keep several stories going at once, much less the organization to keep them straight and moving ahead, but thanks for your efforts.
Very enjoyable.

hello goodhusband,

i also have to say that i love your story! its just great and i m curios how it goes on!
but i think sarah will not divorce as she can use him, right?

greets!

paparas

Thankyou

Powerono

Thankyou also

Stormydog

You also write, so you do appreciate how much work goes into this. What becomes most difficult is when you get two plots running simultaneously in your head. You can't write fast enough to get them out. somtimes I actually have to stop and take notes.

I conceived that last segment while I was raking leaves.

Sneakafan

Thanks, we'll just have to see what happens.

Gentleman I thank all of you for taking the time to comment on my story. I appreciated it.

GH

Sarah had me give her a bath.

While she was getting dressed I went into the kitchen. I sliced some strawberries and mixed them with a dish of yogurt. I poured a glass of orange juice and a cup of coffee and set everything on the dining room table.

I went out the front steps, retrieved the morning paper and set it next to Sarah's breakfast.

Sarah came out of her bedroom and smiled when she saw her breakfast sitting on the dining room table.

She walked over to me and patted my cheek. "Very nice Louise. You really do make an excellent slave."

Sarah sat down. She took a sip of coffee and looked at me, "I hope there aren't any hard feelings about losing the game. “She started to giggle, "I really enjoyed it. I hope we can play again in the very near future."

I didn't say anything. I just stared at the floor. My nipples still throbbed from the pain Sarah had inflicted on me.

Sarah picked up the newspaper and started reading.

I obediently stood by the kitchen door in case she wanted something.

When she finished her last bite of yogurt she set the newspaper down and looked at me.

"Dave is coming in for a cocktail before we go to the game tonight. He takes Chivas Regal scotch whiskey and Budweiser beer. Go to the cuckold water store and get both of them. Buy a good supply, I am quite certain that Dave is about to become a frequent visitor in this house."

After breakfast I cleared the table and washed the dishes. I was just starting to vacuum the dining room when Sarah walked out of her bedroom. She was carrying her purse.

"I'm going out to buy a new outfit to wear tonight. I'll be back in the early afternoon. Dave and I will be snacking at the basketball game, so we won't require dinner." Sarah's voice took on a commanding tone, "I will be expecting you to serve a nice assortment of appetizers with our cocktails."

Sarah walked out the door.

After she was gone I smiled. The lawyer had done it again. The big issue of whether or not I was willing to wait on her lover was resolved by directing me to serve appetizers to them.

I finished tidying up the house and went out to run my errands. In addition to stopping at the cuckold water store and the grocery store I also went over to the University and took care of a few details in my office.

It was just after 3:00 when I pulled up in front of our house. There was a van parked in our driveway. The sign on the side of the van said, Ed Ryan Locksmith.

I carried the groceries and cuckold water into the house, set everything on the kitchen counter and went into the living room to see what was going on.

I looked down the hall leading to our bedrooms. There was a man on his knees drilling a hole in the den door.

"Hi I live here, what's going on?"

The man looked at me. "Talk to your wife. She's having me install deadbolt locks on this door and the two bedroom doors. She's in the master bedroom."

I went to Sarah's room. She was trying on a pair of jeans. They were skin tight."

"Louise, do you think these jeans make me look sexy?"

I wanted to say, Sarah, they make you look like a slut; but I didn't.

Instead I said, "Ms. Raymond you look fabulous in those jeans."

"Do you think Dave will like them?"

I stared at my wife. I was amazed at her nerve. I really didn't know what to say.

Sarah noted my discomfort and patted my cheek. "Louise, it's time that you start to accept the fact that I have a boyfriend."

I decided to change the subject. "Sarah why is the locksmith here?"

She looked at me, " I'm just making sure that you’re properly motivated to behave yourself this evening."

"What do you mean?'

"I expect you to show Dave the respect that he deserves."

"I still don't understand."

Sarah smiled, "Let's just say that your behavior this evening is going to determine how you spend the rest of the night."

I looked at Sarah in horror, "You mean..."

She nodded, "That's correct. If you misbehave while my boyfriend is here, I guarantee that you will find the den door locked we when leave for the basketball game. That means no television or computer for you until I get home."

She paused so that could take effect." If you really displease me, I'll lock the door to your bedroom and you can relax on the couch while I'm gone."

I stared at the floor. "What do I have to do to make you happy."

Sarah grinned. "It's very simple, just obey me without question."

Fantastic Goodhusband,

as you know from our email exchanges Tony and I live a 24/7 femdom lifestyle that includes cuckolding, the breakfast preperation then awaiting instruction was a magnificent bit of writing, i can't stress enough the importance of rituals to maintain the sub/domme dynamic, the morning being the primary time to set the president for the day

Keep up the good work, you yet again have given me an addiction!

Mel x

Thanks Mel

You taught me a lot while I was writing Sandra and Stevie. You have actually had a strong influence on my stories

I am glad your enjoying this story

GH

i am addicted too!! Thank you GH. You are some writer..hope your inpsiration keeps gping at the same level. I can't figure ut just how this story might evolve, you've left so many possibilities open...you are great!

Thank you for all your effort. Cant wait for the next instalment.

Thanks paparas

GH

It was after 4:00 by the time the locksmith finished his work. When he was done the doors to Sarah's room, the den and my bedroom all had dead bolt locks on them.

All three locks could be opened by the same key. He gave Sarah four copies.

After he left I went around and examined his work. Sarah's room and the den had locks that opened with a key from the outside and a latch from the inside.

I noticed that the lock on my bedroom door required a key to open it from both sides. I immediately grasped the ramifications of this. Sarah was now able to lock me in my bedroom.

I shook my head, life with Sarah was becoming increasingly difficult.

I walked into the den. I was just about to sit down and watch some basketball on television when I heard Sarah call.

"Louise its time for me to start getting ready for my date. Draw me a bath."

I sighed and went into Sarah's room.

She was already naked. I stared at her for a moment. Sarah's gorgeous nude body always has a mesmerizing effect on me.

Sarah noticed my expression and smiled. "I hope Dave has that same reaction when he sees me naked at his apartment tonight. This will be the first time he actually gets to see me completely naked."

I shook my head, "Sarah was becoming increasingly bold about her infidelity.

I was about to go into her bathroom and start her bath when I noticed a long slender box on her bed. The label said, William's Saddle Shop, equestrian supplies.

"What's in the box?"

Sarah laughed, "I'm so glad you asked. Its another little item to help insure your total devotion as a slave."

She opened the box. It was a horsewhip.

I stared at Sarah. I didn't know what to see.

She smiled at me. "I am actually looking forward to using it. This mornings little romp in my bed awakened a real sadistic streak in me."

Her voice became very stern. "For your own good, I strongly suggest that you work very hard to avoid giving me any excuse to use it while Dave is here tonight. I warn you that I find the idea of whipping you in front of my lover to be quite exciting."

I spent the next hour attending to Sarah as she prepared for her date with Dave.

When we were done she checked herself in the mirror and smiled, "I think Dave will be very pleased when he sees me tonight."

She turned to me. "Louise, it's time for you to change clothes."

I looked at Sarah, I was puzzled.

I expect you to be dressed appropriately tonight.

A feeling of absolute horror suddenly rolled through me when I realized what she was talking about.

"Sarah, you can't do this to me."

Sarah picked up her whip. There was a menacing smile on her face. "Of course I can." She paused, "Not only that, I want to."

She stared at me for a moment, then she sighed. "Louise, Dave is going to become a regular visitor in this house. You're going to have to get used to the idea that you're going to be spending a lot of time around him wearing your panties, your lace tee shirts and your apron." She winked at me, "and of course your cock cage."

Crack! Sarah smacked her whip against the front of her dresser. "Now go to your room, change your clothes and come right back so I can put your chastity cage on you."

I scurried off to my room. Part of me was horrified by what was happening and part of me was incredibly excited.

This little bit in the story for examle...

"I'm going out to buy a new outfit to wear tonight. I'll be back in the early afternoon. Dave and I will be snacking at the basketball game, so we won't require dinner." Sarah's voice took on a commanding tone, "I will be expecting you to serve a nice assortment of appetizers with our cocktails."

Sarah walked out the door.

After she was gone I smiled. The lawyer had done it again. The big issue of whether or not I was willing to wait on her lover was resolved by directing me to serve appetizers to them. "


...the little detail given in exquisite GH style about the lawyer in Sarah, things like that goodhusband have me hooked....just make me weak in the knees. Thanks