The Devil Wears High Heels

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

getting better and better, gh! as someone stated previously, it's a nice change from the more caring relationships you've created in your other stories. i can't help but fantasize about being in louise's shoes, and like 'her' i would be scared stiff, but also incredibly excited. priss

Ah, the inspirational powers of leaf raking. Guess I'd better get started on my own...

paparas

That's very high praise.

Thankyou

Priss

Thanks I'm glad your enjoying this story.

GH

Stormydog

Leaf raking, vacuuming and lawn mowing are all inspirational events.

GH

I had very mixed feelings about what was happening to me, but I decided to continue to obey Sarah. I wanted to see how all of this was going to play out. I also realized that I didn’t know Dave. He was only part of my life because of his relationship with Sarah. Being humiliated in front of a stranger seemed much easier to bear than being humiliated in front of a friend or someone I work with.

I also had to admit that I’ve had secret submissive fantasies for years. This was actually a good opportunity to find out if I really wanted them to be realities

I took a quick shower and changed into a pair of pale yellow panties.

I went through the stack of new lace trimmed tee shirts that Sarah had recently purchased for me.
They all had cute little sayings or pictures across the front. They were obviously designed for adolescent girls. I picked out a yellow one that said, baby doll across the front and put it on.

When I was done I returned to Sarah's bedroom. She was talking on the telephone.

I knocked politely stood in the doorway and waited.

Sarah looked up, saw me in the doorway and kept talking.

"Dave's coming over tonight, he's taking me to the University basketball game. We're using Louis's tickets."

"Yes, Dave's coming into the house for a take before the game."

"Of course Louis is going to be home."

"Oh yes, he knows exactly who Dave is."

"Monica I intend to remove all doubt about that before we leave for the game."

"Yes, Dave is taking me to his place after the game."

"I certainly am."

"Honey I can't wait, I haven't been properly fucked in over two years."

"Monica, I have to go. The wimp is standing in my bedroom doorway. I'll call you tomorrow and let you know what happened."

Sarah put the telephone down and looked at me. "You may enter."

I walked into The bedroom.

"Stand over here."

I stood next to Sarah. My cock cage was on the table next to her.

"Pull your panties down."

I did as I was told."

Sarah slipped my cock cage into place, snapped the lock closed and put the key into her purse.

When she was done she looked at me. "Turn around."

I did a quick turn for Sarah. "she giggled, "Oh yes, this will do very nicely."

I looked down, the chastity cage made a large bulge in the front of my panties. It was obvious that I was wearing something hard on my cock and balls. Dave was certain to notice it.

This was going to be a very humiliating evening.

"Go start preparing the appetizers for Dave and me. I assume there is plenty of scotch and beer in the house."

"I nodded, yes maam.

"We will need your parking card from your car. When we get to the game we'll be using your faculty parking spot."

I knew that she planned to spend the night with Dave. I liked to go into my office early on Sunday mornings. It was a nice quiet time to get work done.

I looked at Sarah, "I was planning to go into my office for a little while in the morning.

She thought for a moment and smiled. "Well I guess you'll just have to park in the student lot won't you."

"But that will give me a nine block walk."

She picked up her whip. "Exercise is good for you. Now go attend to your errands. I want to call Cassie before Dave gets here."

I went into the kitchen and began preparing the appetizers. I made a mushrooms stuffed with crab, minicrab and shrimp burritos and ham and cheese rolls.

I'm really not sure why I went to all the trouble of preparing three very fancy hors d'oeuvres. In part, I guess I was trying to impress Sarah with my s******* as a chef.

I was terrified that Dave was stealing her from me and I was desperately trying to find ways to win her back.

But there was more to it than just that.

Part of me found the idea of serving Sarah and her lover to be incredibly erotic.

There was no question that my current life as a slave was painful, humiliating and very difficult. The nagging problem for me was that I was also enjoying it.

I was both afraid and curious to find out just how far Sarah was willing to take this little game that she was playing.

While I thought about all of this I became certain of one thing, I wanted to know.

As I finished cooking, I made a decision. Tonight I was going to be a very compliant slave.

I was just putting the appetizers into the oven to keep them warm when Sarah walked into the kitchen.

I stopped and stared at her. My wife was astonishingly beautiful. She was wearing a thin white blouse that just barely concealed her ample breasts. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing a brassiere. Her skin tight jeans and spike heeled pump showcased her gorgeous ass. Her long hair and makeup were perfect. Sarah was a breathtaking sight.

As I looked at my wife I was overwhelmed with envy. I would have given anything to be in Dave's place this evening.

Sarah looked at me. It almost seemed as if she could read my mind. She laughed and said, "Suffer pussyboy, this wasn’t done for you."

I obediently bowed my head, "Yes Ms. Raymond, I understand."

Sarah looked at me, "Really?"

I slowly nodded, "I will obey."

Sarah stared at me for a long time. Finally she smiled, "Louise, I think this maybe a very exciting evening. I am very...”

The doorbell rang. Sarah stopped in midsentence.

GH :

Here we go again! another great story in the making. Nice change of pace to have a very strict dominant woman..looking forward to the rest of it.

GH, I have passed on commenting after my initial bits, I didn't want to stir up anything more or deflect from what is becoming a very fine story. I like the balance better now, Louis has discovered his balls (and his brains), even if he is liking being submissive a little and Sarah is more naturally cruel, if unthinking a little still. I really, really want to see how this turns out.

It has also been interesting to see your plot developing alongside Blue179's tale. On the face of it you are both exploring the same relationship in a way at the moment. I suspect not for long maybe. My thanks again for your posting and your time.

Subchard

Thanks I always appreciate your support.

This story is going to be much shorter than my others.

Peak

Thanks, I am always happy to hear your comments.

GH

"Well pussyboy, don't just stand there; answer the door!"

I ran to the front door. When I got there I stood for a moment and took a deep breath. I was absolutely certain that this was about to be the single most humiliating evening of my entire life.

I opened the front door. For the very first time Dave and I stood face to face with each other.

I studied him for a moment. Dave was the classic macho male. He was about 6'3" and a little over two hundred pounds. His muscular frame was accentuated by the tight fitting knit golf shirt he was wearing.

Dave was a little older than I expected. He must have been in his early to mid forties. Nevertheless he was in remarkably good physical condition. His rock hard stomach showed no signs of turning into a middle aged paunch.

The light streaks of gray that ran through his long black hair, gave Dave a very distinguished appearance. He was an extraordinarily handsome man. It was easy to understand why Sarah fell for him.

It was cold outside, but Dave hadn't bothered with a jacket. He was obviously a very tough man.

While I was examining him, Dave was doing the same thing to me.

After a brief moment he shook his head, "Hell and damn, I do not believe this."

Behind me Sarah started laughing. "Oh it is true." She paused, "Louise aren't you going to invite our guest to come in?"

"Yes Ms. Raymond, Dave won't you please come in and sit down."

"Excuse me, but I don't remember anyone giving you permission to call our guest by his first name. I think for someone of your status, Sir would be a much more appropriate way to address him."

"Yes Ms. Raymond. I apologize Ms. Raymond."

"I forgive you pussyboy, just don't let it happen again."

Dave walked by me shaking his head. "This is fucking unbelievable."

Sarah walked up to him, threw her arms around his neck and gave him a long passionate kiss.

When they were done she smiled at Dave, “Hi sweetheart I missed you."

Dave smiled back at her. "I missed you to baby."

My stomach turned over when I heard that. They were talking like old lovers. Hearing your wife call another man sweetheart is very difficult.

Sarah took Dave's hand and led him to the couch. "Sit down baby, make yourself comfortable."

When Dave was seated, Sarah sat down next to him. "Dave honey, what can Louise get you to take. We have both beer and scotch."

Dave looked at me. "Bring me a bottle of beer." He paused, "Pussyboy."

Sarah smiled, "You heard the man Louise; get him beer and you can bring me a glass of pinot grigio."

She turned to Dave, "Baby. are you hungry. Slaveboy made up a very nice selection of appetizers for you."

Dave nodded, "Thanks, I could use a bite to eat."

Sarah looked at me. "Bring the appetizers as well."

I went into the kitchen, set up the beverages on a tray and carried it back into the living room. As soon as walked through the kitchen door I stopped dead in my tracks. Dave and Sarah were making out on the couch.

I suspected this was coming. I'd been bracing myself for it all afternoon. Nevertheless, imagining it and seeing it close up are two completely different situations.

I took a deep breath and walked into the living room. I set the tray of takes on the coffee table and waited.

Dave and Sarah ignored my presence and kept right on kissing. I wasn't exactly sure how I was supposed to act.

After a moment I said, "Excuse me Ms. Raymond, would Sir like me to pour his beer into a glass?"

Sarah broke off their kiss and glared at me. "Did anyone address you slaveboy?"

"No maam."

"Then I don’t understand why we were so rudely interrupted."

"I'm sorry Ms. Raymond. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do."

"Well now that we've already been disturbed, you may ask him."

"Sir, would you like me to pour your beer into a glass?"

Dave laughed. "No thanks Pussyboy, the bottle will be just fine."

I set their beverages on the table in front of them and went back to the kitchen.

I prepared the tray of appetizers. It took me a few minutes to arrange them as a decorative platter. When I was done I picked up the tray and carried it into the living room.

I know that I shouldn't have been shocked by what I saw, but I was.

Sarah's blouse was unbuttoned. Her large breasts were hanging free and fully exposed. Dave was fondling her nipples.

It took every bit of control that I could muster to continue into the room and set the tray of appetizers on the coffee table.

As soon as I set the tray down, Dave grinned at me.

"Hey pussyboy, you're a real standup guy."

I looked at Dave with a puzzled expression.

He laughed. "I'm a tittie man and your wife has great titties. I want to thank you for your generosity.” He cupped both of Sarah’s naked breasts. “It's really nice of you to let me play with these gorgeous titties."

Sarah shook her head. "Dave you don't have to be quite so crude."

He smirked, "Sorry babe, I guess I just got carried away."

He looked at me. "Louise, Your wife has beautiful breasts. I want to thank you for allowing me to enjoy them."

Sarah was doing everything she could to keep from bursting out in laughter.

Dave held up Sarah's right breast. “Look at this pussyboy. This breast is magnificent."

He started to play with Sarah's nipple. "Look at this nipple. It's almost perfect." he pulled on it. "Look how long it is. it gets me hard just looking at it."

Sarah was laughing out loud and rolling her eyes.

"Hey pussyboy, wanna know what I'm going to do to your wife when we go to my apartment after the game tonight?"

He smiled at me. "I'm going to tittie fuck her."

He looked at my wife. "Is that too crude babe?"

Sarah was laughing so hard that all she could do was shake her head.

"Do you know what a tittie fuck is pussyboy?'

I shook my head no. I was being honest. I really didn't know."

"Well this must be sex education night, so I'll tell you."

He grinned at me. "I'm going to straddle your wife’s waist, stick my big dick between those gorgeous titties, press 'em together and fuck 'em like crazy."

Sarah was laughing so hard that she had her face buried in her hands.

"Dave winked at me. "You ever do that to her pussyboy?"

He shook his head, "I guess not, you need a dick to do it."

Both Dave and Sarah burst into hysterical laughter.

I was totally humiliated.

Sarah stared at me. "Pussyboy get down on your knees."

As I got on my knees Sarah said, "Louise I want you to watch this so that you understand exactly how things are going to be around here from now on."

She leaned over, unzipped Dave's jeans and took his cock out. He was erect.

Dave's cock wasn't particularly long by pornography standards. It was maybe seven inches, but it was thick. It was the size of a flashlight. It was easy to understand why Sarah was excited about fucking him.

Sarah looked at me, "Pussyboy pay careful attention. After tonight, I don't want any confusion about how things stand between the three of us."

My stomach did a complete flip as Sarah leaned over and kissed the head of Dave's cock.

Sarah was just about to put Dave's cock into her mouth when he stopped her.

He picked up his bottle of beer. It was over half full. Dave drained it in two swallows and set it down.

He looked at me with a huge grin in his face. "Pussyboy, why don't you fetch me another beer before your wife starts sucking my dick."

Sarah turned to me. "You heard the man slave boy, Get him a beer."

I stood up, scurried into the kitchen. got another bottle of beer and brought it to the living room.

When I handed it to Dave he winked at me and said, "Thanks pussyboy, that was real nice of you to do that for me."

Dave took a big swallow of beer. When he set the bottle down on the table Sarah asked, "Are you ready now?"

Dave smiled, "I sure am baby."

Sarah looked at me. "Louise, I know this might be hard for you to understand, but this is what a woman does for a man when she's attracted to him."

Sarah leaned forward and started giving Dave a blowjob.

It took every bit of self control that I could muster to obediently kneel in front of my wife while she brazenly sucked another man's cock right in front of me.

Sarah closed her eyes. She was obviously enjoying this.

Dave closed his eyes to. He was enjoying this every bit as much as Sarah.

For the next several minutes it was apparent that they both completely forgot about me.

Suddenly Dave gasped and his body jerked. Sarah started stroking his cock even more vigorously than before. It was clear that Dave was ejaculating into my wife's mouth.

Sarah kept sucking Dave's cock. Gradually he started to lose his erection.

Sarah let Dave’s cock slip out of her mouth. She stood up, walked over to me, grabbed my hair and pulled me up.

Sarah held my head between both of her hands and pulled my face to hers. A small dribble of Dave's semen dripped from the corner of her mouth as she moved her lips closer to mine.

I knew what was coming. I'd already decided to accept it with grace.

Just as Sarah's lips were about to touch mine she said, "I have a present for you pussyboy. Open your mouth and let me give it to you."

I obediently parted my lips.

Sarah kissed me and passed all of Dave's semen from her mouth to mine.

As she did this I heard Dave say, "Fucking amazing! I never would have believed that if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes."

Sarah broke off her kiss and turned to her boyfriend. "You owe me a steak dinner at Macguires buddy boy."

Dave shook his head, "Yeah, yeah you win."

Sarah grinned at him, "I knew I could make him do it."

I fell to my knees. I was totally humiliated. I was the butt of an obscene bet."

Sarah quickly buttoned her blouse while Dave zipped up his jeans.

"Baby it's 7:45. We have to hurry or were going to miss the tip off."

Dave looked at me. I was still on my knees. "Hey pussyboy, thanks for your basketball tickets. They look like great seats."

Dave and Sarah hurried out the door. Just before she left my wife looked at me, "I'm going to spend the night at Dave's. I should be home some time tomorrow afternoon. She paused, By the way, you were very well behaved tonight. As your reward, I left both the den door and your bedroom door unlocked."

gosh..can't wait for the next installment..we are seeing a complete derailment of a decent hubby down the sissy path....

Paparas

Thankyou for your kind comment. As always I appreciate your taking the time to tell me.

GH

To all of the readers of this story.

I regret to tell you that my permisteral life demands my full attention for at least a week.

I will probably not be able to return to writing this story until early December.

I apologize for leaving you hanging.

Sincerely,

GH

Your tale is terrific Good husband we look forward to your return.
David

no problem, gh. R/L always comes first and i'm sure when you continue, it will be worth the wait. i hope everything is well with you. priss

yes GH, take your break and we'll wait. Don't worry. You'll be back far more inspired and edgy i guess!! Have a good one.

Your stories always bring me to your fantastic world... uneasy to be back
into reality. Thanks GH!

Hi GH, fantastic story, hope you may have time to contiue soon

thanks

Lydia
LJ

I stood by the window and peeked out the curtain while Dave and Sarah got into Dave's car and drove down the street.

When they were gone I took a deep breath and tried to relax. I still wasn't sure exactly how I felt about what just happened, but there was no doubt that it was a very intense experience.

I went into the living room a picked up the glasses and dishes and brought them into the kitchen.

Dave had barely touched the plate of appetizers so I warmed them up again and grabbed the bottle of pinot grigio that I'd opened for Sarah and carried everything into the den.

I set the food and wine on the table next to my chair, turned on the television and sat down to watch the basketball game.

For the next hour I forgot about everything. I ate hors d’oeuvres, drank wine and watched the game. I had a pretty good time.

The University won the game by sixteen points. After the game ended I took a shower, watched the news, finished the bottle of wine and went to bed.

I fell arelax quickly.

On Sunday morning I got up, made a pot of coffee and read the Sunday Newspaper.

This was the first time I really missed Sarah. Up until recently we had a regular Sunday morning ritual. We would sit at the dining room table together and read the New York Times. Each time we finished a section we would trade so that we could discuss what we were reading. We ate sweet rolls and drank coffee while we read. It was a wonderful way to spend a Sunday morning.

When we were done reading the paper, Sarah would find the crossword puzzle and read me the clues. We always solved the puzzle together.

This morning, as I sat at the dining room table solving the crossword puzzle by myself, I realized that I missed my wife.

I began to think about the events of the past few days. In one way, I was living a sexual fantasy that I'd dreamed about for years. I should have been wildly excited about what was happening, but I wasn't.

I pondered this question for the entire day. I finally realized that part of the problem was that I didn't like Dave. It wasn't because he was dating my wife, it was because he was a crude bully. He was the kind of permister that I'd spent most of my life trying to avoid.

As I continued to think about all of this I also realized that Sarah had changed. This morning, I desperately missed the woman I married two years ago, but that wasn't the woman who left the house with Dave last night. The woman I married two years ago loved me. I wasn't so sure that the woman who sucked Dave's cock last night felt the same way.

This was all very confusing. I worried that feelings of jealousy might be clouding my perception. I wondered if I just needed time to get used to this new life style. It was after all a very drastic change.

I finally decided to not do anything. There were still several days before my punishment was due to end. Waiting seemed like a good idea. I wanted my wife back. I wanted to find the woman I married two years ago.

Sarah got home just after 7:00 on Sunday evening. I was kind of surprised by this, I'd expected her to come home much earlier.

I greeted her when she walked in the front door. "Hello Ms. Raymond. Did you have an enjoyable night out?"

She smiled at me. "Yes, I had a wonderful evening."

She handed me her coat. "Hang this up please."

As I put her coat in the closet I asked, "Would you like some dinner?"

She shook her head. "No thank you, Dave and I stopped for a hamburger on our way over here."

Sarah seemed strangely distant. I looked at her and asked, "Ms Raymond is everything alright?"

Sarah stared at me for a moment. It almost seemed like she was about to tell me something then chose not to.

Instead she said, "I'm fine Louis. I'm just very tired. I didn't get much relax last night." She looked at me, "If you don't mind, I'm going to go straight to bed."

Sarah started to walk to her bedroom.

As she walked away from me I said, "Ms. Raymond would you please unlock my chastity cage."

Sarah stopped and looked at me. After a moment she nodded. "Yes Louis, of course I will. Go get the key from my purse.

I got the key for Sarah. She quickly unlocked my chastity cage and told me to put it in my bedroom.

When she was done she walked into her bedroom and closed the door behind her.

When Sarah was gone I stood perfectly still and considered everything that had just occurred. Sarah's manner was very strange. She seemed preoccupied. There was obviously something on her mind.

Sarah was up before six on Monday morning. This was completely out for character for her. On weekdays Sarah generally slept unit seven.

When she walked into the kitchen I was making French toast. This was one of Sarah's favorites.

When I asked her if she would like some breakfast she smiled. "No thank you Louis. I have a big day ahead of me. I'll get something when I get to my office."

As Sarah was about to leave she stopped and stared at me. "Louis what time will you get home from the University today?”

"I don't know, my last class ends at four. I suppose that I can easily be home by five."

Sarah thought for a moment. "Can I meet you here at five. I have something we need to discuss."

I smiled. "Of course, I'll make it a point to be home."

Sarah smiled at me. "Good, I'll see then." She turned and walked out the door.

As soon as she was gone I shook my head. Something was very wrong.

great to see you back, gh. reading your stories is a highlight of visiting this site and you've been sorely missed. i see you haven't lost your touch with the story either. well done. priss

Hi Priiss

It's nice to be back, but the demands on my life continue. My posts are going to be very limited for a while.

GH

Monday was a busy day. Nonetheless, I spent most of my spare time wondering what Sarah wanted to talk to me about at 5:00.

When my last lecture ended at 4:00, I went to my office and cleaned up my desk as quickly as I could.

I was very efficient, I was at the house by 4:45. The house was empty, Sarah wasn't home yet.

I went into the kitchen and started looking for something to make for dinner. I was just taking some lasagna out of the freezer when I heard the front door open.

I set everything down and went into the dining room.

Sarah was there. Her briefcase was on the dining room table. It was open. She was taking two file folders out of it.

I smiled at her. "Hello, how was your day?"

She looked up at me. She paused for a moment then she said, "Oh it was fine."

I nodded towards the files. "What are those?"

Sarah took a deep breath and said, "Louis, Dave asked me to marry him yesterday."

I stared at her. I really didn't know what to say.

"I accepted his proposal. Louis, I am going to marry Dave."

I was flustered, but I quickly pulled myself together. I stared at her. "You understand that you have a small complication with this plan."

"Yes, of course I understand."

I assume you're planning to divorce me."

"Yes, I am."

I was stunned. My complete shock was probably a good thing. I needed to be able to talk with Sarah about this without falling apart.

Sarah took over the conversation. "Louis, I like you very much, but right now, I need some things that you can't offer me. Louis, I need a man; a man like Dave."

I stared at Sarah. I didn't say anything.

"Louis, there still could be a place for you in my life."

I looked at her. "What do you mean."

"Louis, I've enjoyed this last week. You make a wonderful slave. I've discussed this with Dave. He is willing to let me keep you. Louis, I would like you to live with Dave and me as our slave."

I shook my head. "You have to be joking."

"No I'm not. I'm being very serious."

Sarah picked up the two file folders. "These are divorce settlements. I drew them up today. We live in a no fault divorce state."

She set one of the folders on the table and opened it.

"You have two choices. This one is a 60/40 split of our assets. You get the 60 percent. I am being very generous. I want this divorce to go quickly and easily. I do get the house, but you are well compensated for its value. I have been financially very successful over the past several years. Under this plan you reap the benefits of this success. You will walk out of this marriage as a very wealthy man."

Sarah paused, "You can get a lawyer and try to draft you own settlement, but I am a divorce attorney. I know the law. My offer is much more generous than anything you will ever get from a judge and you will have to pay enormous legal fees as part of that process."

I nodded, "Okay, what's in the other folder?"

"You agree to become my slave. Of course we can't legally phrase it like that, but that will be the result. I will take all of the assets from our marriage. You will get nothing."

Sarah stared at me for a moment and let that sink in, then she continued. "Dave and I will allow you to continue teaching at the University, but all of your income will be surrendered to me. You will be totally dependent on me for everything you need or want. You will not be allowed to have anything of your own, you will be my slave."

She set the second folder on the dining room table.

"Dave is waiting for me in his car. I am going to leave now. You have three choices, accept one of my two offers or get an attorney. I will be back tomorrow at five o'clock. I will expect your decision at that time. If you haven't decided, I will withdraw my offers and we can let a judge resolve this."

Sarah looked at me. "Believe me Louis, in this state, a judge will only give you a 50/50 split." She smiled. "Louis, I am really hoping that you will choose my second offer. You make a wonderful slave."

Sarah picked up her purse and her briefcase and walked out the door. She left the two folders on the dining room table.

Welcome back GH. A wonderfully crafted section that, your writing is really good here. Even though you have other important distractions at the moment, this bit seems to be close to your heart in some way. I'm really looking forward to seeing how you describe what is to come.

Thanks Peak

It's easier to write when you have time to think about a section.

GH

I was stunned. For the next several hours I rode an emotional roller coaster. At first I was devastated by Sarah's rejection of me. I cried like a baby.

Crying was a emotional release for me. The tears helped me purge some of the frustration and tension that had built up inside me during the past week. Gradually the tears stopped and I slowly pulled myself back together.

Later as I continued to think about everything, I got angry. Sarah had changed. She wasn't the woman I married. Now she was just an evil bitch. Dave deserved her.

I opened a bottle of wine and went into the den. I sat down in my chair and started takeing. About halfway through the bottle of wine my masochism took over. The idea of living as Sarah's slave started to intrigue me. I realized that I was being presented with the opportunity to live a life long fantasy.

The previous week had been difficult, but that was partially because it was new and different. What would it be like once it became a routine?

I remembered the morning Sarah sat on my face and ***d my nipples. I closed my eyes and created a little fantasy about Sarah's whip. I wondered if she would make me wear a collar and leash.

Dave was still a problem. I didn't like him. He was a bully.

I drank more wine. The holy water tore down my inhibitions. I remembered the taste of Dave's semen when Sarah kissed me after giving him a blow job. I imagined the exquisite *** of being powerd to kneel at the foot of the bed and watched as this dominant brute made love to my beautiful goddess.

I finished the bottle of wine. I was excited. I unzipped my pants and took my penis out. I closed my eyes and stroked my erect cock while I imagined Dave rolling off of Sarah. She was lying on her back enjoying the after glow an intense orgasm. Her legs were brazenly spread open. Dave's cum dripped from her ravaged cunt.

Dave reached down, and in one powerful motion grabbed me, pulled me onto the bed and powerd my face into Sarah's cum drenched pussy.

I heard both of them laughing as I licked Dave's semen from my ex-wife’s cunt. The offense I was feeling was exquisite ***.

The idea of submitting to a crude man like Dave was slowly turning into the ultimate masochistic fantasy.

I was tired. I went to bed. As I fell arelax I dreamed about living as Sarah's maid. Choice two was becoming more attractive.

I woke early the next morning. Last nights bottle of wine left me with a dull headache. I made some coffee and used it to wash down two aspirins. I felt better after I showered and shaved. I put on a sport coat and tie and drove to the University.

My first lecture was at 9:00. I wasn't at my best. I was hung over and preoccupied with the decision I had to make in the afternoon. Fortunately I was lecturing on a topic that I knew very well. I didn't have to be at my best.

By lunch time I was feeling better. My headache was gone and I knew what I was going to do. Once I had a chance to consider the question with a clear head, it wasn't a difficult decision.

I coasted through the rest of my day with a smile on my face. I was actually whistling when I walked to my car.

I got home at 4:30, took off my coat and tie, opened a bottle of wine and poured myself a glass. I sat down on the couch, kicked my shoes off and picked up the newspaper.

It was just after 5:00 when I heard Sarah's key in the door. She walked in, set her briefcase on the dining room table and noticed the open bottle of wine.

She turned to me. "Louis a glass of wine would be very nice."

I smiled at her. "You know where the glasses are, help yourself."

Sarah stared at me for a moment. Finally she said, "I see. I gather you're telling me you've made your decision."

I nodded. "Yes I am."

"I'm disappointed. I was hoping you would accept my offer to become my slave."

"I thought about it."

"I guess I misjudged you. I thought you enjoyed being submissive."

"No, your judgment was correct. I do enjoy submitting to a powerful woman."

"Then I don't understand why you rejected my offer."

"It's very simple. The woman I submit to has to love me."

Sarah stared at me for a long time. Finally she said, "I see." She paused. Sarah was obviously trying to collect herself. My last response apparently disarmed her.

After a moment she sighed and looked at me. "Well I guess that's it then. Will you sign the other agreement?"

I smiled. "Yes, it's very generous."

I signed the other paper. As I handed it to her I said, "I'll be out of the house by the end of the weekend."

"You can have more time if you need it."

"No, I'm sure I can find an apartment in the next few days."

Sarah put both file folders into her briefcase. "Louis, I am sorry it ended this way."

I nodded. "So am I Sarah. I'll miss you."

She stared at me. "Really?'

"Yes, I will."

We looked at each other for a moment. Neither of us said anything.

Finally Sarah sighed. "Louis I have to go. Dave is waiting in the car."

My wife picked up her briefcase and walked out the door. She didn’t bother to say good bye.

To be continued.