REFLECTIONS - looking back to how it all got started - story by timmy

Terry in Kinkyland, Timmy I cannot imagine why he would even consider leaving.

Another great segment.

Thanks

GH

Poor old Terry, he doesn't know whether he's coming or going. Well, except he's not coming anytime soon and he's not going anywhere that the ladies don't let him ...

Another fine mess you got him into Ollie, sorry Timmy ..

GH and Peak,

again many thanks for your comments. I do appreciate them very much.

It didn’t me long to have Amanda screaming as one orgasm after the other rocked her body. Just like last night, she pushed me off the bed.

But eventually she calmed down.
“Stand up Terry, I want to take your collar and mask off.”

It felt good having it off and let the cooling air caress my face.

“Come, let’s go and take a shower. I know I should give you a break but I’m just having so much fun playing with you. But I want you to promise me something. I want you to promise to let me know if the pressure inside your CB gets to be really uncomfortable. I’ll back off for a bit, let you calm down but of course then it wills start all over again.”

While we were playing in the shower

“I think I start to understand your wife. This is the ultimate power trip between a man and woman. Now if I had the key, I could really put you through your paces before I would grant you release and drain you dry. I think that by the time I would be done with you, you’ll be begging to be locked up again because there is no way your cock could take another round.”

“So how long have you been locked up?”

“It seems like forever but it’s been only four weeks. I’m guaranteed a release between week six and eight.”

“And after that?”

“More chastity ‘til the three month trial period is over. Then we are supposed to sit down and discuss where we go from there. To be honest, I’m not sure that there will be a future for Clarissa and me after this is over.”

I couldn’t understand it but somehow I trusted Amanda to the point that I bared these thoughts.

“It’s another reamister why I want to sell out. I suspect that I will be an emotional wreck for some time if we split and would not be worth much at work. I love that stupid girl so much but she’s trying to remake me into someone I can never be.”

“I heard what you were saying in the car on the way over, that you wanted to get back to design and inventing things. Not worry about a bottom line. Let me know if you’ll need an assistant. I have BA in electrical engineering and working on a masters. I’m also working on a degree in computer science. The driving pays my rent. School is paid by the foundation.”

Suddenly Amanda had a wicked grin on her face.

“I’ll work for hot sex and lots of pussy eating. I assume that the CB will be off.”

“That is a very tempting offer. We can talk about that after I’ve set up a place to work and gotten organized. Better not quit your current job. At least not yet.”

Eventually Amanda was totally wiped out and we cuddled a bit before going to relax.

After breakfast we decided to play nine holes giving me enough time to go over the numbers that Walt had sent to me and prepare myself for my performance in front of the board.

I was waiting in my room when Liza came up to get me.

“You ready Terry? We have sold some of them on the idea but not all. So it will be up to you to sell it to the rest of them.”

Anything you need before we get started.

“Yes, since I don’t have a printer, I’ve handwritten a very brief non disclosure and confidentially agreement. Maybe Amanda can get someone in the office to type it up and print a number of copies. I would like everyone to sign that before I release any financial data to you.”

“That will be fine. Amanda please. We will be in conference room ‘B’.”

“Now let’s go. You can start with your power point presentation and after that we get them to sign your document and you can offer them the rest of your package.”

I thought the whole thing went very well. Everyone was very professional and some had very pointed questions.

“So Terry, what about the people that are working there now? Will they stay? What if they leave and open up a competing shop. For that matter, what about you?”

“Here is what I would like to see for my top three who are also share holders at the moment. I want a five year contract for each of them and a ‘golden parachute’ if for some reamister the new management wants to replace them. They are willing to sign a non-compete agreement valid for two years if you decide to release them before the five years are up. It will be up to the new management to work out separation agreements after the initial five year period.”

“There is a secondary level of engineers and sales managers that should be guaranteed employment for at least three years. The rest of the crew, it just makes sense to keep them. The production workers are top notch and so is the clerical staff.”

“That sounds reamisterable. I for one don’t believe in gutting existing management if they are successful and judging from the numbers you’ve shown us, you and they are quite successful.”

“Liza, do we have any manufacturing facility that has a similar profit margin?”

“No Peggy, we do not. Maybe we can learn something from these people at Terry’s operation and make use of it in other production facilities.”

“I propose that we excuse Terry unless there are some more questions and we can see if we want to make an offer. Once we agree on a price our attorneys can work out a more detailed non-disclosure agreement so that we do a detailed ‘due diligence’ review of the operation.”

“OK, thank you Terry. Why don’t you go and hang out with Amanda, maybe enjoy the pool for a while. Most likely we’ll be working right through dinner before we come to a final decision. Amanda and you can have dinner in the public dining area or the pub if that is more to your liking. We’ll get back to you around eight tonight with our decision.”

I was dismissed and headed up to our room.

Amanda was waiting there for me wearing a miniscule bikini top and bottoms.

“Come on handsome, let’s go and relax at the pool. I need a different form of physical activity right now. My pussy is still worn out and I haven’t even had that beautiful cock inside it.”

So we hung out for a couple of hours at the pool and spa. Relaxing maybe for Amanda but not necessarily for me because all that time that damned bikini, or better her luscious boobs tried to escape that bikini and she knew it. Got a great kick out of it and made it a point to provide lots of contact while in the pool.

Eventually she got tired of that game and we went back up to the room to shower and change for dinner.

It was shortly before eight that Liza came to get me to hear their offer.

We went back to the conference room and interestingly Peggy took the lead.

“Terry, there was much discussion but I think that we have convinced a couple of the doubters and are prepared to make an offer.”

“Three Mil for the real estate is fair and acceptable to us and we have no problem with you to continue living in that house paying the same rent. At one point we will want an engineer to go over all the buildings but that will be part of the due diligence.”

“Now to the company itself, according to your financial statement its net worth is close to 15 Mil. You never put a price on it, so we would like to hear from you.”

“Ladies, realistically I think that company alone is worth in the neighborhood of 18 Mil.”

There were some gasps and frowns. Was I losing them? But there were encouraging nods from Peggy, Liza, Julie and Janice.

“Here is my thinking. I’ll take the 15 Mil in cash and the other three million will establish an endowment at the engineering school to be shared equally between computer science, electrical and mechanical engineering.”

“My thinking is that you can fund this over a five year period which should make it feasible to fund it out of the company revenues rather than tapping foundation funds now.”

That brought smiles to my four main supporters.

Peggy chimed in – “Terry you are one clever bastard. I sure wish I had a mister like you.”

“Now what about your patents? Are they part of the deal?”

“No Ma’am, they are not. Just like the company now, you will have to keep paying royalties to the company in the Caymans that actually owns them.”

“What about you staying on for a year or two?”

“Sorry, but I’m not interested in that. I want to get out from under the responsibility of running the company. I’ll be happy to do some occasional trouble shooting at standard consultant fees to be worked out later.”

“You said you wanted to get back to designing and inventing. What about future patents?”

“I would be happy to give the company/foundation first refusal on anything I come up with that I deem commercially viable. Financial arrangements to be worked out at that time. Depending on where I am in my life, I might be willing to actually sell you the rights to new stuff. We’ll have to wait and see.”

“Are you firm on the employment contracts and severance packages for your top people or is there some room?

“No, I will have to insist on that. It’s something that I promised them when I talked to them about selling out. My permisteral feeling is that you will have a hard time finding better people. They have been with me from the very beginning and we would not be where we are today without them. So it’s a clear no on that.”

“Thank you Terry, we’ll let you know in the morning.”

Peggy, Julie, Liza and Janice got up and gave me a hug.

Liza whispered into my ear – “I want you naked on your bed when I come up and tell the little slut to wait for Julie in our room.”

When I got up to my room Amanda pounced on me.

“How did it go? Is it done? Ready to play?”

“Steady there girl. Ms Liza said ‘tell the little slut to wait for Ms Julie in our room’. So it looks like you’ll be busy elsewhere.”

Amanda pouted, stripped down to some really sexy undies and headed for the connecting door.

“Your loss stud, looks like you’re stuck with the…”

I’m not sure what she was going to say but I’m sure it was not very complimentary at that moment.

Interesting, room service had brought up a box of cigars, a bottle of cognac and two glasses. The room did have a large balcony and it was a lovely summer evening with a full moon.

Do I indulge myself right now or do I wait? To prolong having to make a decision I decided to strip first as instructed and then went and shaved my face, maybe earning some brownie points for that.

Well I didn’t have to make a decision because just as I came out of the bathroom, Liza and Julie stormed into the room.

“We did it! We did it! They went for the whole package. You my darling owe Peggy big time. She was behind you all the way. So was Janice. What’s up with that?”

“Yes dear, Peggy will want to collect soon. Ultimately she wants your cock but a down payment of oral services will hold her over.”

I was stunned.

“ Peggy?”

“Peggy is a very sensual old broad. She has young studs on a regular basis since her husband passed away a few years ago. I think you’ll enjoy it. We’ve included her in our games a few times. I promise, the Energizer bunny is a wimp compared to her when it comes to sex. You’ll need all the vitamins and Wheaties you can get to keep up with her.”

“Don’t forget Viagra if your cock is not locked up at the time. You’ll need it.”

“OK, you’ll join us in the morning for breakfast when we make it official and after that it’s up to the lawyers and accountants.”

“Now you two get out of here Terry and I have some other business.”

With that Liza pushed Julie and Amanda out of the room and closed the door behind them.

“Pet, light us some cigars and bring the glasses and bottle out to the balcony.”

For a long time, the two of us just sat in the loungers, smoking and sipping our cognac, looking at the star studded sky, not saying a word. It felt good. In a way it made me sad. Clarissa and I had moments like this, just not very recently.

Liza must have caught my mood.

“Pet, what’s troubling you?”

“Nostalgia, Clarissa and I had moments like this at one time. It’s been a while. I didn’t realize ‘til now how much I miss them.”

Liza reached over and took my hand.

“It’s none of my business but what are you going to do about your situation? Do you see a chance of it working out?”

“I really don’t know. I’m still confused. I don’t think I really know what I want or need for that matter. Well I guess I know, what I really want is my life back before Clarissa got all these crazy notions about cuckolding and turning my into wimp like she saw one of her friends do with her husband.”

“I’m not that kind of guy. I enjoy submitting to a lady every once in a while. Yes last night, even with the whipping, was fun. I got turned on. It hurt but it was OK because there was no malice. I know you all care for me. It was part of the game. I suspect that Julie was looking for an excuse and I opened the door for her with the handicap issue.”

Liza chuckled – “you are so right on that. She was itching to find some reamister to hurt you. You made it easy for her. By the way, thank you for that. I owe you for keeping my lady happy. If you had asked me a month ago if any man would ever touch her in a sexual way, I would have said not even if hell froze over. NO way, NO how.”

“I don’t know how – not true, I do know how. For one, you are a very special guy. You always put others first before thinking of your own wellbeing. You care for the same things that we are concerned about and then there are your exceptional s*******s at oral services. It truly surprised her. At first she was really pissed that she lost the bet but then… Add your acceptance of the CB and mask, your total presentation to HER as you serve her and you won her heart. Don’t expect that to change. You will always wear a CB and mask for any sexual activity. It’s her security blanket. Her protection from the temptation of trying your cock.”

She paused and I said...

“To get back to what I was saying, the important thing is that it is a game, something to be enjoyed by everyone and when it’s over it’s over. I’m afraid that with Clarissa it’s becoming an obsession and I won’t stand for that. I’ll hang in there ‘til the three months are up but then I want to go back to what we had before. Oh, I don’t mind if she’ll have an occasional fling with some guy as long as she keeps it completely discrete and keeps me out of it.”

“You know pet, both Julie and I are behind you, we’ll have your back. You need to work things out but if it doesn’t work, you can have our shoulders to cry on if that’s what it takes. On the other hand, Amanda and to some extend I will gladly give you all the hot sex you can handle once you’re out of that CB. Julie may extract a rather painful price from you for sex with me but I think I’m worth it.”

Liza had a huge smile on her face. She looked stunning in the moon light out on that balcony and my dick was aching to get out of that primister so that I could serve her in a different way – consequences be dammed.

“Speaking of sex, finish your cognac, my pussy is in need of your special care. Make it nice and tender. Show me that you care me.”

And so it went. Liza was sweet and gentle and backed off every time she perceived that my CB was getting a bit uncomfortable. In return I delivered countless orgasms ‘til she told me it was time to stop and go to relax.

I know there is no chance in hell from her end but I could fall for this lady. She is one class act.

In the morning we showered together but kept the hanky-panky to a minimum.

Julie, Liza and I went down to breakfast where the rest of the ladies were waiting for us.

“Terry, we are all hungry, so I’m going to make this short. The foundation is willing to purchase your company at the terms you outlined yesterday. You should have an agreement prepared by our attorneys no later than Friday noon including all the usual stuff about confidentiality, etc. so that our accountants can begin the due diligence process as soon as your attorney has looked things over and your board has approved the sale.”

Several ladies came over to hug me including Peggy and Janice.

"I’m going to head the audit on this Terry since I already know where most of the ‘warts’ are. You’ve done a great job building this company and we will make sure to utilize its full potential for the benefit of many, many charities and organizations.”

Breakfast ended and the everyone went off in different directions.

I was standing refilling my coffee cup when Peggy, Julie and Liza came over.

“Terry, we are heading back into the city. You said that you wanted to stay ‘til morning. That’s fine. What time do you want Amanda here to pick you up in the morning?”

“Seven thirty or eight would be fine. I’ll get my car from your place and head for the plant.”

“You know Terry, she really would love to drive your Mustang. She’s taken the same course we have. All our employees that drive us have to take it. Think you might let her. It would make her day.”

“Sure why not but you are liable for any damage that she does.”

“That’s fine. You’re a good boy pet. I’m sure Amanda will find a way sooner or later to repay you for this.”

They both hugged and kissed me and went off.

“So misterny boy, ready play a round with this old broad?”

Peggy smiled at me, like a cat that just ate the canary. I started to wonder what else she had in mind, remembering what the girls had said about her.

“Peggy, I love to but please give me about 20 minutes. I need send e-mails calling for a board meeting. Where do I meet you?”

“I’ll be at the pro shop, have the cart ready with our bags and waiting in the Nineteen’s Hole.”

“Good, see you there shortly.”

I went up to my room where Amanda was packing her stuff up.

She flew into my arms and sladyed me with kisses.

“Is it true, you’re gonna let me drive the Mustang tomorrow when I come and get you?”

“Easy girl, yes it is but if you put the tiniest scratch on it, I’ll pull your panties down and spank you and you have a pretty good idea of what Julie and Liza will do to you after because they are guaranteeing any damages.”

Amanda had a big grin on her face, pulled her skirt up, panties down and bent over the bed the way they had made me do the other night.

“Wanna practice sir?”

I had to laugh, that girl was something else.

So I went over and gave her two quick slaps on her bare ass.

“Sorry sir, but you hit like a sissy.”

“Oh yea, take these.”

Two more, that made her grunt into the sheets on the bed.

At that moment, Liza and Julie came into the room.

“What’s going on here?”

I laughed, “she made me do it”.

“What?”

“It’s true Ms Julie, I did ask for it. He told me that he would spank me if I put a scratch on his car tomorrow and I told that he might need to practice.”

We all laughed and then Julie got serious.

“Amanda get a move on or I’ll do the spanking with Terry’s belt and you pet better get moving too. Peggy can get pretty impatient. She’s used to having her way. Have fun today. Better not disappoint our good friend.”

There was an evil smirk on both Julie’s and Liza’s faces as Julie said that. What was I getting in to?

Nicely moved on Timmy. I can't wait to see where Clarissa is with her weekend though. If this was an opera, she would be the fat lady!

Timmy,
Terry sure seems to have a whole lot more fun when Clarissa is not involved, at least directly. For some reamister I feel Terry will make the wrong decision at the end of the 90 days. I am pulling for Terry and anyone but Clarissa. You are the writer and I am going where ever you take me and enjoy the total experience where ever that may be. There are lesmisters to be learned if only through the deep thoughts you provoke. It’s a great story and this is another outstanding segment. Thanks for writing!
JJ.

Peak and JJ,

many thanks for your kind words.

I quickly sent e-mails to all the members of the board including Clarissa advising them that we have to meet on Friday at six PM in the company’s meeting room. I asked for confirming e-mails that they a) received the e-mail and b) would attend.

I has sent Clarissa’s to both her private and work e-mail. Her work e-mail has an automated response system acknowledging receipt and later on will send another notice after it has been opened.

Then it was off and play golf with Peggy.

I had a blast. I got more lesmisters in putting and if wasn’t for the fact that I could get the ball on the green in one or two strokes less than she, she would have beaten me.

We returned to the pro shop and locker rooms and I dropped my bag off.

“Sonny Boy, I want you to come home with me, have lunch with me.”

OK, here it starts. Game on.

I smiled at her – “Yes Ma’am”

That got me an even bigger smile from Peggy.

“I do like polite young men. Keep it up Sonny Boy.”

Then she got serious.

“You don’t mind, do you Terry, calling you Sonny Boy? I noticed that both Julie and Liza on occasion call you ‘pet’. While I like that too, it’s theirs to use.”

“No Ma’am, Sonny Boy is just fine.”

“Good, now let’s go to my place. You drive.”

See, Peggy lived on the property and had her own permisteral golf cart to get around the place.

Her place was maybe a mile from the main complex in a stand of oaks that provided shade for a modest ranch style home on maybe a little less than half an acre that was surrounded by an eight or ten foot high privacy hedge. No peeping here.

Peggy had a house keeper in her fifties and told her what we wanted for lunch and then the two of us went out to sit on a lovely patio looking at a pool and spa.

“So dear, I understand from Julie and Liza that you have some heavy stuff going on your life. Am I right that going back to inventing is not the only motivation for you to sell the company.”

“Want to tell me about it. I’m a really good listener and have been around the block more than once. I’m truly impressed with the way those two have taken to you. I know about Liza’s occasional flings with guys and Julie’s ways of relieving the stress when that happens. See those two are like my flowers I never had and they share a lot of their life with me.”

“My husband lost his ability to man youngren when his plane crashed during flight training after graduating from the Air Force Academy. He still could perform, just not man any youngren. I was soo much in love with him that it didn’t matter to me. We did talk about adoption but ultimately decided not to. That’s why those two are so dear to me. But I never regretted that decision.”

“I was really surprised the way Julie took to you. It’s not that she hates men, just has a certain distain for them. A feeling of superiority. A feeling that no man can match her. Then you show up in her life and manage to capture a tiny corner of her heart. Not in a million years would I have ever expected that. Liza sure, she goes for hunks like you when the itch needs scratching but NEVER Julie.”

“That means you are truly special, but let me warn you – so there is absolutely NO misunderstanding. You hurt those girls in ANY way and I’ll smash your balls with my driver before I rip them off. Are we clear on that?”

Peggy had a truly scary look on her face when she said that last bit.

All I could say was “yes Ma’am I understand”.

“Good, ah there is CiCi with our lunch. Looking good girl.

“Terry what would you like to take? I’m having a glass of Gewürztraminer from California. I can also offer you beer.”

“I think a glass of wine sound really good right now.”

“”You’ll find it and glasses in the dining room behind us. Please be a dear and serve us.”

I quickly found the bottle in a wine cooler, cork screw and glasses and brought all out to the patio, opened it and poured.

“CiCi, thank you. You can take the afternoon off. I don’t see anything pressing for you to do. Terry will take me to dinner at the club tonight.”

“Thank you Ms Peggy. I appreciate that I need some time to work with my grandmister, his reading has fallen behind because of the summer recess.”

“Why don’t you bring him here with you a few times a week. I’ll be happy to work with him on that.”

“Thank you, that would be a great help. He’s bright, just lazy. Anything to keep him away from the darn video games.”

“Now that we are alone, want to get back to what we were talking about?”

It felt good to unburden myself to a virtual stranger. In a way it felt like talking to your local bar tender. Someone who listened but was not judging you.

“My poor boy, I can see where you feel conflicted and confused. Torn between your love for your wife and the need to maintain your dignity and self respect.”

“You know a cuckold relationship can be a beautiful thing. Let me tell you a story, but first there is coffee in the kitchen. Why don’t you get us some. I’ll take mine black. Fixings are next to the pot so you can do whatever you want to yours.”

I got us coffee and Peggy continued her story.

“As I told you, my husband got injured during flight training and we couldn’t have youngren because of that. After a number of years he also started to have some problems with getting erections which was very frustrating to both of us because we really liked, no loved hot and sweaty sex. You have to remember that there was no Viagra or any of the other ED haves around.”

“We tried any and all things, pumps, inserts, who knows what. Stuff that was advertised in the back pages of hunting magazines. Nothing really worked.”

“It was hard because we were still very much in love. I sure didn’t want to leave my darling. He got really good with oral sex – I hear whisper that you are too – (she chuckled at my embarrassment). But it was all very frustrating to both of us.”

“One day he came home with a book from some porn shop describing how a wife openly had sex with others with full approval of her husband. I was shocked and upset and it took almost a week before I would talk to him. But in the end, we did talk and eventually came to an understanding that I would on occasion take a lover very quietly and discrete. That I would always be available for my husband on those rare good days when he could get an erection. No matter what I had planned. He got hard, I was his.”

He did a lot of travelling for business and many times I went with him. So we came up with a plan. We would travel together, he would drop me off at some quiet discrete hotel and proceed to the big fancy one down town for his meetings and stuff. I would find a play partner for a couple of days and on Friday afternoons join him, pretending that I had just flown in to participate in social activities that were part of the conference or to just take in a show in New York, Chicago or wherever we were at the time.”

“At night my husband would make oral love to me and I would cuddle and love him in return. If by chance he got hard, well than we went at it like bunny rabbits.”

“It worked for us because I never lost my respect and my love for him”

I was stunned. In a way I wished Clarissa could have heard this but then I don’t think it would have made much of an impression on her. She clearly is too much hung up on the Domme ideas turning me into a clone of Petey and I will never stand for that.

“Wait, it get better. One day his meeting got cancelled and he decide to come and see me at my hotel, maybe visit a museum together. He got a key because he wanted to surprise me.” Well he got that. There I was with some stud, working on giving him a blow job as hubby quietly came into my room. He didn’t say a word and I never noticed him. He quietly sat in a chair and watched. We don’t know what caused him to open his pants but when I saw him, he sat there with a hard on like he used to have before his accident.”

“First I screamed - ‘oh no babe, I’m so sorry’ - which freaked out the guy I was with and his erection wilted right there in my hand.”

“I virtually kicked the guy out with some vague promise to make it up to him and grabbed hubby’s cock and devoured it. That afternoon we did it three times. I’ll never, ever forget it because it was the first time since his accident that he had multiple erections.”

“From that point on we incorporated every so often having him watch me. If it worked, I kicked the guy out and gave myself to my darling. If he didn’t get hard by the time I finished with the first blow job, he would quietly leave and I would show him my love the next day.”

“That is a lovely story. I think that I could adjust to something like that if I was truly convinced that I was loved and respected the way you did your husband. I’m just afraid that it’s not going to be the case.”

“Well Sonny boy, I can’t help you with that. That has to be your decision. I just thought I would tell you what it could be like.”

You know over the years we expanded the cuckold theme and our marriage developed into a D/s relationship.”

Now I was truly stunned.

“Yes dear, my husband became my cuckold slave. At first only once in a blue moon that I added some dominance to the cuckold scene. Mostly on days when his dick didn’t get hard. Sometimes, that extra offense did the trick, other times not. But NO matter how bad I treated him, he trusted me that I would not hurt him beyond his limits, though I did push them at times. Also the same rules applied. If hubby got hard, he got ME ‘til he couldn’t get it up any more.”

“By that time, we had developed some relationships with a number of regular ‘players’. They all understood the rules. Hubby got hard, they had to leave. Some of them just stayed out of the way and waited ‘til I was done with hubby especially in his later years where he really was a one shot kind of guy. It didn’t matter, I loved him and he knew it and loved me for it.”

“The girls tell me that you are bit kinky yourself. They also bragged about your s*******s as pussy eater. Ready to give an old broad a whirl?”

I got embarrassed by that and didn’t answer. I must have looked to Peggy like a deer caught in the headlights of a truck.

She chuckled.

“Relax my dear boy. I had to ask. If you feel that you can’t do it. That it would be cheating on your wife, I’ll understand and respect you for that. I just thought since you played with the girls that…”

“Peggy, you are remarkable woman and one day I will be your toy – I’m pretty sure of that. Just not right now. Please don’t hold that against me. See I feel that I have permission to service Julie and by extension Liza and stretching it really hard also Amanda. See it’s my wife that made the bet with Julie that I could get her off with my mouth only, no touching. Julie was sure of herself that she accepted the bet but insisted that I wear a blindfold. So since my wife virtually powerd me to serve Liza and even sent me out on a date with her while she met some fuck buddy in a hotel, I feel it’s OK.”

Peggy laughed.

“I hadn’t heard about the bet. Julie sort of ignored that part of the story.”

“Did she tell you how she made me suffer afterwards. Punished me for getting her off. Making me the substitute for some poor professional subbie who usually has to suffer when Liza has one of her flings out of town.”

“No, she didn’t. Where you OK with it?”

“Yes and no, and don’t really blame Julie for that but my wife took away my ability to use a safe word. I got over the pain but lost some trust in my wife in the process.”

“Julie was really sorry when later on she realized how much I had suffered and that I was supposed to have a safe word. I would have used it if could have.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. I mean about the trust issues. That never came up with me and my darling. I made sure that he always had ways to communicate distress if it got too much.”

“Since you don’t want to… No that’s not fair to say. I suspect you want to but feel obliged to honor your marriage vows for the time being, I’m going to my bedroom and take care of my itch with my trusty toys.”

“Why don’t you take my cart back to the main house and relax for a bit or whatever. Be back here at seven to pick me up for dinner. You’ll need to wear a jacket but no tie.

“Yes Ma’am, seven sharp it is.”

We both stood up and I grabbed our dirty dishes and glasses, put them on a tray that CiCi had left and carried them to kitchen.

I was looking for the dishwasher.

“Just leave them on the counter. You really are a remarkable young well mannered man. Everyone else would have just left that stuff. Not that I can’t take care of it but it was really nice to see you do it.”

“If you ever get rid of your wife, I want you here for 24 hours as my slave. I’ll test you but honor any safe word or taboo. Is that a deal?”

“Peggy, you got it. Twenty four hours of my undivided attention as your slave.”

She stepped up to me grabbed my head pulling it down quite powerfully and planted a hot kiss on my lips.

“No run along before I lose control and power you do what you don’t want to right now.”

I escaped from her house, got into the golf cart and headed back to the main house. I still had a couple of hours, so after checking my e-mails, nothing that couldn’t wait ‘til I got back to the office, I went down to the pool and swam laps.

Dinner was fun. Peggy had some great stories to tell about her travels with her husband. It was clear that she truly loved and missed him. At some points of the story, her eyes would get moist. In a way I wished I could serve her but I would feel guilty after that and it would add another complication to my relationship with Clarissa.

After dinner I drove her back to her place. She offered to have someone come and pick me up but I declined. It was a beautiful summer evening, the path was well lit and I guessed just over a mile. The walk would do me good after that dinner.

So we hugged one last time and again she kissed me quite powerfully on the lips.

“I’m going to keep you to your promise Sonny Boy.”

“Good night Peggy. I’ll keep it if and when I’m single.”

With that I took off, looking forward to one of the cigars in my room and a brandy before calling it a night.

Timmy

This is a damn fine story. I agree with some of the others. Clarissa is not a nice lady. I loved Peggy and I loved the story about her relationship with her husband.

Great story! Keep writing.

Timmy,
Bit late - been away for a few days.

I hope our hero has now gathered enough ammo from the good ladies to persuade Clarissa just what might be acceptable. Well, except that can't happen until after the three months (oops). Hard to realise that we are actually only a few weeks into poor Timmy's ordeal, and I'm really looking forward to seeing how it all pans out.

Al and Peak, thanks for your kind words. I'm happy that you like what I create, flawed as it is.

Clarissa

So there I was with what virtually was an ultimatum from Terry to get my act together and come up with a plan to try to regain the trust that I had damaged with some of my stupid acts.

Trouble is that he was gone and I was horny. So I called Roger and talked to him for a bit. No big help there. He was in full support of Terry on this. Some bull. How can I train my cuckold if I don’t get at least moral support from my lover.

So I called Marge and she invited me over for the weekend.

“Use Petey to work off some of your frustrations. Whip him and use him any way you need. I’ll be there part of the time but I do have a date with some new guy for Saturday afternoon.”

So that’s where I went. Damn why can’t Terry be a masochist like Petey. Saturday night he was happy as a clam as I caned his ass and whipped his back. I had a huge orgasm just from seeing some red drops. I wiped my boobs in it and had him lick it off. I swear he came even with his CB locked tight.

Maybe the solution is to not only find the perfect bull but also a masochist like Petey to play with. Use Terry for the vanilla stuff in between. I have to think about that.

Petey fixed us brunch on Sunday and then I just watched as Marge ***d him some more before he sobbed a safe word of sort. She immediately stopped and cradled him into her big store bought boobs before unlocking him and letting him jerk off on them.

Naturally he had to lick them clean.

It was such a hot scene. I came several times from just watching. Well not just watching. I had that big dildo in my pussy.

Eventually she locked him back up and he served both of us for a couple of hours.

It felt weird with Terry not around. I missed the guy. Who knows what he was doing. Probably playing with the bitches. Can’t really blame him. They sure treat him better than I have.

I need to concentrate, figure out what to do. How do I get him to trust me?

I just don’t know. Maybe we are doomed.

No don’t think that. Don’t give up on this. You got part of it. You get to relax around. Satisfy your inner slut. Get to do it even under Terry’s roof.

Roger wouldn’t play but I really, really needed a big cock so I called an escort service. Imagine me, sexy Clarissa having to pay for sex. What’s the world coming to.

The guy was good, even kinky. Paid him an extra 100 and was able to beat his ass while he was eating my pussy. I really liked that.

If I ever get things worked out with Terry, I’m gonna have to ask him about that. It was a real turn-on for me.

So what do I tell Terry, damned if I know. Sure hope I can sweet talk him.

On Monday at work I spotted the e-mail about some stupid board meeting on my office computer. Friday night of all times. I have a date with Roger, actually not only Roger but the whole gang at our place. Screw the meeting. Terry will take care of things for me. He always has.

Tuesday I received a text from telling me he would be home after dinner and that was hoping that I had some answers for him.

Shortly after eight I heard the roar of the beast coming up our drive. I had gone in the afternoon for a complete spa treatment and bought a new sexy top with lots of cleavage and a short skirt. No undies for tonight. I wanted him to see my hard nipples barely hidden by the fabric of the top. I felt I was ready.

I waited for him by the door to the garage ready to hug and kiss him but something in his eyes told me to back off.

“Terry, babe, I am so glad to see you home. I’ve missed you. I sure hope that you’re not too tired to play.”

“Clarissa, I’m not here to play. I asked you a question, well maybe several and now it’s time for you to answer them. Let’s sit in the kitchen and talk.”

He went to the fridge and grabbed a beer and sat down. He did not ask if I wanted something. This did not bode good. What happened to my Terry always looking to please me. Looking out for my needs.

I was getting angry, wanted to rip into him but barely managed to hold my temper. At the moment I was on the defensive. I had done some stupid things.

He just sat there, took a sip from his beer and waited for me to start.

“Terry my love first, of all I want to apologize for my stupidity. I seem to be doing this a lot these days. Not that a Goddess really should – you once told me that yourself.”

I hoped to get a smile out of him but nothing.

“You told me to figure out what I wanted out of our marriage. How I thought it could proceed after the three months are over. Well my darling, just as you are confused about your submissive side, so am I about what I want.”

“I do know that I want to continue to have lovers. I want you at times very subservient – not like Petey but also not like now. More like in some of our D/s games, just not for just a day or maybe a weekend. No more like maybe a week or two, even three. Then we take a break and have a vanilla life for a bit ‘til either of us gets bored with it and the circle starts over.”

“I really want to try to find out, that’s why I have been pushing you. Hoping you would find your way to submit. Find that hidden subbie side and release it. Maybe even be a bit of a masochist. Not like Petey, he’s extreme and while I really enjoyed myself this weekend causing him some serious pain and suffering I don’t think that is what I want from our life. I don't think I could hurt you like that not the way Marge and I did. I love you too much for that to happen.”

“You are afraid that if you submit to such a degree that I will lose respect for you and stop loving you. I honestly don’t think so. I talked to Marge about that and she assured me that her respect and love for Petey grew in proportion as his presentation increased. She is totally secure in his love and devotion to her and so is he in hers. Ask him if you don’t belief me. I assume you’re going to see him on Thursday for your poker game.”

“I’m going to push and test you during the remain trial period. I see that as the only way for us and for me to prove to you that I can be trusted. I promise that I will never, ever again put you into a situation where you could not say your safe word or if gagged, I’ll give you means of letting me know that you are in trouble or just plain have enough. You tell me that you hurt and I will stop and try to fix it immediately. I was really stupid when you asked me to unlock you and I ignored you. That will NEVER happen again.”

“But like I said, I will push you and you will have to use your safe words if you don’t like what’s happening. I AM your GODDESS and don’t you forget it.”

“I’m going up to my room. You can put your stuff away and do whatever you need to get ready for the morning but after that I expect you in my doorway on your knees requesting permission to enter so you serve me orally like a proper cuckold.”

I got up and left. He wanted to know what I wanted and now he knew.

Terry

I was stunned. That is not what I had expected but I had asked and like Clarissa said, I had my answer. Did I like it? Damn,but I wasn’t sure.

Her “truth meter” as she calls my dick from time to time actually reacted a bit to her attitude when she said that last part and took off for our bedroom.

Part of me wanted to say “screw you” and part of me wanted to play this out and see where it would lead. So I unpacked my stuff, took a quick shower and shaved and went naked to our bedroom.

The door was partially open and I could just see her laying in the middle of the bed. She had taken her skirt off but kept the top on.

I one way it was a very lewd display and on the other there was something really special and sensual about that picture.

Her blond hair was loosely spread around her head, almost like a halo. Her eyes were closed but there as a certain soft smile on her face. One hand was slowly caressing her nipple that was pushing against the thin fabric of her top while the other played with her pussy. Again very slow and gentle.

Damn, she was beautiful and my heart ached at the thought this might all come to an end in a few weeks. I just wanted to storm in there and slady her with kisses. Bring her to several orgasms and then take that blasted CB off and make slow and gentle love to her.

Maybe I could soon.

I took a deep breath – she must have heard me because for a split second one eye opened and the smile on her face widened just a bit.

I got down on my knees and knocked.

“Princess, may I come in and serve you?”

Now that beautiful face frowned – she had fully expected to call her Goddess. I was not going to give her that satisfaction. I had some pride.

She turned to her side, propping her head up with one hand and looked at me with a stern face. That move, let her breast pop out from under the top and I could clearly see some traces of bit marks.

Her look turned challenging as we stared at each other. My guess she expected me to say something. So this whole thing was a calculated move on her part letting me know that she’d been “busy” while I was gone.

“You may approach for further instructions. Stay on your knees.”

I complied.

“Eyes towards my feet. Do not look above My pussy. That is where you will concentrate your efforts. You have my permission to use your hands but do not touch above my hips. Let’s call it the “Julie Rule” since you seem to care so much for her. If I catch you peeking, I’ll put a blindfold on you. Got a new one and I don’t think you’d like it. Petey was happy to wear it for me but that is another story.”

“You may begin.”

After an hour and only two orgasms I was coldly dismissed. It was clear that she had tried very, very hard not to even have these. Was this was part of a new mind game. Trying to make feel inadequate?

I guess we’ll see.

I went back to my rooms, poured myself a small cognac and watched the end of the news, then went to bed.

I was just dozing off when a naked Clarissa crawled under the sheets with me and started to hug and kiss me.

“Babe, I love you so much. Thank you for playing my game tonight. I’m still horny. Let’s play some more. I’m all yours. Do what you want with me but your cock stays locked up.

The old “hot” Clarissa was back in my bed and eventually the two of us fell completely exhausted arelax, our sweaty bodies spooned tightly together.

That’s how I woke up when my internal alarm told me it was time. Clarissa was still there. She moaned when I stirred.

“Babe, it’s too early. Let’s take the day off.”

But we both knew that was really not an option.

I turned towards her and kissed her.

“Princess I love you but I’m wondering who is in my bed with me – Clarissa Hyde or Clarissa Jekyll?

That earned me a punch in the arm.

“Stop it. Good thing I have to go and pee or you would be in trouble for waking me. Meet me in My shower. Since it’s so redy early you get wash your Goddess this morning. This place smells like a bordello on a Friday night.”

She jumped out of bed.

“Now how would you know Princess?”

She just laughed and scampered off.

I went to the bathroom, peed and brushed my teeth and then headed off to our big shower in the master suite.

Clarissa was already inside shampooing her hair. So I grabbed mine and did the same.

Once rinsed, we started to wash each other. It was very tender and lots of kissing took place but when I put my mouth on her pussy she pushed me away.

“No dear, not today. I’m having a date tonight. New rule – NO sexual contact with me on days that I have a date. I just thought of that or I would not have let you shower with me.”

The mood soured instantaneously and just got out and grabbed some towels and headed off dripping wet to my rooms.

“Terry!”

I just ignored her.

Once dry, I went into the kitchen and started a pot of coffee, then went back up and got dressed.

Back down, I poured a cup into a travel mug, grabbed my brief case and I was off. Denny’s would have another customer this morning.

My phone beeped as I pulled out of the drive way but I ignored it.

I did look at it after I pulled into the Denny’s parking lot. A text from Clarissa with just one word “SORRY”.

It was better than nothing but I was not looking forward to the rest of the week at home other than the golf game with Julie and the guys on Saturday. Hopefully the weather would be good.

Once in the office and sure that Clarissa was also in, I called her.

“Hi Clarissa, please…

“Terry, I’m so sorry about this morning. I keep screwing up. Please, can you forgive me?”

“Yeah, yeah this time. You need to learn to think what effect your words have before you say them. Sometimes I wonder how you are so successful in your business.”

“Speaking of business. I’m going to send over by messenger a proxy form for you to sign. You need to get someone in the office to notarize it for you. The messenger will wait for you to complete the form and sign it.”

“It’s very important. Please don’t mess it up.”

“Terry, what is going on? Why is this so special. You’ve had board meeting without me before?”

“Sorry can’t get into that right now. I’ve got another call waiting. Please just do what I asked to. I can explain later tonight when we have dinner.”

“You’re on your own babe. I have a date. Same tomorrow, but you are playing poker with the boys. Remember to ask Petey.”

“Friday I have a cuckold party at my, I mean our house.”

“Well make sure, no one parks in the drive and I’ll go up to my rooms from the garage after the meeting. You’ll never know I’m there. Would be nice to find some of Petey’s goodies in the fridge up there.”

“But now I really have to go, bye.”

I hung up – some home life. Since Roger is playing cards on Thursday, actually we are playing at his place, she must have another fuck toy besides him.

I guess I have to figure out what to do for the weekend after our golf. She won’t be home ‘til who knows what hour on Sunday.

I had my PA print out a proxy form for Clarissa and arrange for a messenger to take it over to her office with instructions to wait for it and bring the signed and notarized.

Just before five he came back with it. OK, now I was all set.

I was a bit down and lonely that night. I missed Clarissa, our pleasant evenings together. Right now I would gladly settle for sitting on the floor rubbing her feet while she watches some chick flick rather than know that she is acting like a slut for Roger or some other guy. It was hard to think about it. It hurt. It sure did not turn me on like guys claim on the various cuckold forums and story sites.

I was sound arelax when I woke up because Clarissa tried to snuggle up to me. I almost fetishd and threw up when I smelled her or I should say some guys cheap cologne and smoke.

I jumped out of bet and turned on the light.

“What the fuck is wrong with you girl? Get out. Don’t ever try this again.”

“Terry, what…?”

“Don’t you ever try this again. Go take a fucking shower and go to relax in the other bed.”

“Terry…”

“Terry, nothing. This is a new TERRY rule. Don’t ever come into my bed after having been with one of your fuck toys. I do mean NEVER.”

“I was sitting here all night feeling sorry for myself , missing you but I’m not going to put up with you coming in here smelling like that guy.”

“Do we understand each other?”

“Try this again and I’ll call the whole redy thing off. I’m very tempted to do it right now. Better get out and leave me be.”

Muttering under her breath Clarissa left my rooms, slamming the door behind her.

I was too worked up to go back to relax so I grabbed a snifter and the trusty cognac bottle. I was really tempted to get takes but I knew from experience that I would feel worth in the morning than I did right now.

I turned on the TV, found some old western and eventually fell arelax in my chair.

I woke up at the regular time, no hangover but a bit stiff. Well a nice long hot shower took care of that.

I was having my breakfast when I felt naked boobs circling my neck. Clarissa had snuck up on me.

“Good morning babe, feeling less grumpy?”

I turned my head and was faced by a bruised boob.

“Clarissa, what happened, who did this to you? I’ll ******* the SOB. NO one uses my wife like this.”

“Easy there big boy. I admit it doesn’t look pretty but I sort of enjoyed it while he was doing it.”

“Clarissa, this is crazy. One day you’re going to really get hurt. Why don’t we just call the whole thing off. I love you and don’t want anything bad happen to you. You’re playing a dangerous game. Taking a big chance. I can see Roger. I’ve gotten to know him and feel that he can be trusted but you’re sure playing with fire with these other guys. I don’t even want to know where you found this clown.”

“Terry, I just wanted to apologize for last night. I was wrong. I respect your desire to not have me crowd you after a date.”

“So the rule is no physical contact between the two of us on the day of a date, either before or after. You OK with that?”

“Yes Princess I can live with that. I don’t like the before part one bit. If I understand the rule, I couldn’t even kiss you good morning or good bye on a date day. As it has been these last days, there hasn’t been enough kissing.”

By this time Carissa was blowing into her coffee cup to cool it down a bit.

“I see your point. I would miss that too. Why don’t we say no physical contact after ten in the morning. That covers all workdays and probably Sundays too. Neither one of us is a really late relaxer.”

“I like that and I’ll offer you a modification on my part. Take a really nice shower, wash your hair and all that stuff and you can come an snuggle. I won’t eat your pussy or ass but snuggles would be OK with me.”

“I like that babe. Yes let’s do that.”

She planted a kiss on me and off she was to get ready for work.

Timmy

This continues to be a great story, maybe the best I've read on this site. The rules for sex games of any kind, especially dom/sub, should be worked out mutually. On this site that's a concept that's much too frequently forgotten.

I love the story and check back every day for more.

Timmy,
Wonderful. I was wondering how you were going to pull Clarissa back from the brink. She's not there yet maybe but she's on the way. I do like how you are developing this. Well done, and thanks again for writing it. I do hope the pain is getting less (or maybe you enjoy a bit of ...), sorry, couldn't resist that.

Timmy,
Sometimes I’m not the brightest bulb in the pack. For whatever reamister I started on page one tonight rereading the first 8 lines. Like most trips getting there is more than half the fun and boy are we having fun. I still don’t like Clarissa, but if Terry keeps her around he deserves what he’s getting. Once again I am just going wherever you take us. While I was hard to convince at first, it is a great story.
Thanks for writing!
JJ.

Al and JJ thanks for your comments. They are always appreciated.

Peak, unfortunately the hand is a problem. That's why the long dry spell. Doctor told me it could take up to two years for the nerves to regenerate.

Yes little pain is not a bad thing but only when it's administered by a young Lady with 40 DD's that press against your back while she messes with your nipples.

Clarissa

I was really pissed when Terry kicked me out of his bed and room last night. As proper cuckold he should be grateful for any form of physical contact. What’s wrong with that guy? Oh yeah, I forget he’s not a proper cuck.

I did like the way he reacted to seeing my bruises. He really would ******* the guy if I told him were to find him. I lied to him. I really wasn’t that much fun getting my boobs mauled and slapped around. They guy was a bit of a sadist and sure as hell will never see him again. I probably should limit my activities to the guys in the cuckold club. Haven’t sampled them all.

Now how to train Terry to more like the other cucks? Do freeze him out and make him horny as hell by flaunting my body around but not let him touch me?

Yeah right, that’s not going to work. for one, sooner or later I’m going to get horny and go crazy needing his tongue in my pussy. Maybe just not be around. Deny him that way.

Well I have a date tomorrow. Thursday he plays cards. I’ll be arelax when gets home.

Friday we have the big party at my house and the weekend I’m gone with Roger. We’ll see what Monday brings.

I wonder what the big deal is with the board meeting. He never did tell me. Oh well, sooner or later I’ll find out.

I did apologize in the morning and we came to sort of an agreement about physical contact before and after a date.

Terry

When I got to the office I decided to call Petey, see if I could meet with him, maybe for lunch and get a chance to talk. Get his perspective on this whole thing.

He had given me his card the last time we met to play cards. I pulled it out and got through to him.

“Hi Petey, it’s Terry. I hope you’ve recovered from the ministration by Clarissa this weekend.”

“Yeah, I’m OK. Thanks for asking. What can I do for you.”

“I was wondering if would could get together and talk, maybe do lunch.”

“Yes, lunch would work. What do you have in mind?”

“Do you like sushi? I know this place that is really great. We can have it delivered to my office and eat there in total privacy. I have some questions for you and really don’t like the idea of doing it in a public place.”

Petey chuckled.

“That makes two of us. And yes I love sushi. Don’t get much of a chance since Marge is not into it.”

“Can you make it around 12:30 today or should we try for tomorrow?”

“No that sounds good. Give me your address and I’ll be there no later than 12:45 today. Oh and there is nothing that I don’t like when it comes to sushi.”

My PA and I had just set up everything on the small conference table in my office when Petey showed up.

“Anybody calls, I’m out. I’m not available to ANY one. Do not disturb us unless the building is on fire. Oh and enjoy your lunch.”

She smiled – “thanks boss, you two do the same”.

“Petey, what do you want to take? I’ve got beer, cold unfiltered sake, some sodas or water.”

“I’ll stick with water. I have to meet Marge later on and it wouldn’t do if I had some holy water on my breath.”

We settled down to eat.

“Petey, any time I get to permisteral, just tell me to back off but I’m really curious about your relationship with Marge. Clarissa tells me that she is totally in love with you and has nothing but respect and admiration for you.”

“I’m sorry, but what I’ve seen ‘til now makes that hard to believe.”

“Terry, it’s true. We are both madly in love with each other. Even more so now then ten years ago when we first fell in love. We have had some rough patches when Marge found out that I was a closet masochist. She was ready to walk. Turns out that her Mom talked her out of it. Seems that her parents had a bit of a D/s relationship after Marge moved out to go to school.”

“We did a lot of reading together and slowly Marge discovered that she really liked having a house slave. It took almost eight years for it to evolve to our present state where I’m totally dependent on her.”

I gave him a quizzing look.

“Yes, I have no money, other than my poker slush fund. My pay goes directly into her account. She holds title to the house and both cars.”

“I have a credit card that I use for gas, any household expenses like groceries and stuff. I can use it to buy clothes for work. When the statements come, she goes over it with a fine tooth comb and I she finds something questionable, I have to justify it. I also get fifty bucks pocket money in addition to the poker money, but again once it’s gone I have to justify what I spent it on. Then I have ask very politely for my next allowance. In theory I could use for anything I want to but if Marge is not happy with what I used it for, I get punished.”

“Mostly I use it to buy an occasional book or magazine and sometimes I buy flowers for her. I don’t have to worry much about money for lunch. I’m high enough up the food chain that I can justify most lunches as business expense. For that I have a corporate credit card.”

“The thing is that I’m happy with the state of affairs. I can concentrate on my job and can leave every other decision to Marge. I get just the right amount of pain and pleasure. I can trust Marge that she’ll never oversteps the boundaries we have set. Sure she does push my limits from time to time but I don’t have to even finish saying the safe word and she’ll back off immediately. There was one time a few years back when I needed medical attention. She almost left me because she was so distraught about getting carried away like this. I was able to convince that it was an accident and not her fault. Since then she’s hyper sensitive and I have used my safe word maybe twice during the last twelve months. See I’m a masochist and pain slut. So I can take a lot.”

“Marge on the other hand is much more into mental cruelty and offense but with the help of psychologist got over her initial reluctance to dish out physical pain. Yes we both went to counseling sessions. She helped Marge understand that for this to work, I needed both.”

“This gal is part of our merry little group. Just be careful if Clarissa ever mentions counseling and a Dr. Schneider. Like I said, she is part of the group and will try to steer you in the direction Clarissa wants it to go.”

“It became clear to me that Clarissa really gets a charge out of giving physical pain. It’s not my business but I’d be very careful if I were you since it is clear to me that you are not anything like me.”

He paused, I think trying to decide if he should go on.

“You know Terry, that evening after you put Marge down was very interesting. She was quiet and withdrawn. I expected the worst in physical punishment when we got home. That is the usual routine if her date goes wrong in some way.”

“This was different. When we got home, I immediately stripped and went down on my knees waiting for the storm to break. It never happened that night. No, Marge took my hand, pulled me up and said ‘Petey hold me’.”

“We just stood for quite some time in a tight embrace. Finally she led me over to our love seat. She pushed me down on it. It scared the cuckolds brownie out of me because I’m never and I mean never allowed on the furniture in the living room other than a small hassock in one corner. She sat on my lap, kissed me and started to talk ‘Petey I think I finally got some understanding of what I put you through virtually on a daily basis. I’ve never felt so humiliated in my life. I didn’t like it one bit. Thing is, it was my own fault. I was stupid. I should have known better. I was arrogant and stupid. Terry is so different from you. I don’t think Clarissa will ever break him and if she does, their marriage will still fail because suddenly she’ll miss his strength. I see trouble ahead for the two of them’.”

“We had a long talk that night, sort of reexamined our relationship. That night I got invited into her bed. She even unlocked my CB and told me not to be afraid. That she loved me and that it was all good, no matter what happened. We actually sort of made love like a regular couple but of course I didn’t last very long. Usually at that point Marge would have berated me sent me off to the cot in the basement. It didn’t happen. She just hugged me, told me it was OK and to clean up my little mess. Then we fell arelax in each other’s arms. It was weird in a way.”

“You must have really shook her up. I’ve never seen her like that. It’s not that we don’t have those nights but they usually occur after Marge has ignored me for a while.”

Again I looked at him, a question in my eyes.

“I’m convinced, and Marge proves it that no one can sustain a dominant role with the intensity that we have for 24/7 as an every day kind of thing. When Marge needs a break she hangs out a mental ‘do not disturb sign’. Just a gesture or a single word will let me know that it’s one of those times. She’ll ignore me for at least a week, many times even longer. Not a single word. I know what I need to do, there is really no need but if she wants or needs something, she’ll leave a note. For most of the time she’ll also stops dating. Exceptions are some of her friends from out of town if they happen to be here during one of those periods.”

“You know those times are the hardest for me. I don’t know what to do with myself. I’m lost. So I do my chores and then go for long walks if the weather is half way decent.”

“Have you thought about talking to Marge, letting you have some kind of hobby for those periods. I assume they are not meant to be punishment, just a break for her.”

“Hmm, yes. That might be an idea. I love to read. Maybe I ask her for one of those electronic readers. She could pre-approve my reading list. That would help. Thanks for that idea.”

“Anyway, like I said, she was pretty shook up after that afternoon at your place. But it didn’t last too long. Sunday was still fairly mellow but when I got home on Monday from work I knew I was in for it. She was in full Domme regalia and swooshing the cane around. It was rough. I got close to calling the safe word, but she sure knows when to back off. That went on ‘til I came home that Thursday with the winnings from the poker game and from then things went back to normal.”

“Terry, I don’t know what to tell you regarding your relationship with Clarissa. I know she and Marge talked for a long time and she also talks to Roger about you two. All I can say is to be watchful. She discovered something about herself, a need that she didn’t know was there and it goes way beyond some strange cock. I’m sure you have some submissive tendencies or you would not let her cuckold you like this and lock you in a CB.”

I blushed.

“Relax Terry. Everyone in the group knows it but it stays there. That is one thing. We are extremely private about our goings on. That’s why it was such a shock to us that Marge went out naked to that tow truck driver. I have to assume that he’s safe and won’t talk about his experience. Not that it matters that much. We all live in a different area. It would be your mostly concern”

“Yeah, he’s totally cool. He would have loved to take Marge up on her offer but his wife would have cut his cock off one centimeter at a time. No he’s OK or wouldn’t have brought him into the picture. See my company sponsors his kid’s Little League team. As far as he is concerned it was a swinger party. There quite a few in the area. We tried them way at the beginning but I just didn’t care for it and we stopped.”

“So there is no need to worry. He’s not going to jeopardize the support for his kid’s team with shooting his mouth off. Besides he and I go a ways back.”

“Terry, I better get going. Thanks for the lunch and taking my mind off that tow truck operator. I was just a bit worried and so was Marge when it sank in what she had done. Keep him quiet and you have an ally in her. Believe or not, she thinks that you should stick to your guns but I never told you that.”

We both laughed.

“Petey, thank for giving me insight into your life style. I know it’s not for me but I did get some clarity and for what it’s worth I do admire the two of you for making it work.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow night at the card game. See if can’t reduce that secret stash a bit.”

We shook hands and he left. I cleaned up our lunch stuff and went back to work. Yes I found out how their marriage worked but that doesn’t help mine and I’ll have to keep his warning and Marge’s comment in mind.

It was strange coming again home to an empty house. So I walked down to the burger joint for dinner and back. It was a nice night and started to swim laps ‘til I was so tired that hardly could climb out of the pool.

In the morning I found out that Clarissa hadn’t come home. Well one less chance for a confrontation.

Work was normal and I was looking forward to the card game that evening.

Petey must have felt extra submissive because when we broke up he had thirty seven dollars left and he didn’t draw on his secret fund. Well each to his own kinks.

Timmy

GH and I just read your last two segments. They were excellent. We both love this story.

Lisa

Timmy,
Another great episode. Thanks again.

Timmy,
Not quite relevant but it made me think of Clarissa when I read it.

Perhaps the ultimate in 'use it or lose it', apparently female crickets eat male virgin crickets.

I don't think they mean blow jobs either. As we Brits might say, Its just not cricket!

Just thought you might like to know ...

Lisa and GH,

glad you still like my efforts.

Peak thanks for your comment and extra bit of trivia.

Friday night came and with it the board meeting. We had gotten the legal papers on Wednesday morning and every one had a set. Every one was present except for Clarissa.

After the parliamentary proceedings including a waiver to read the minutes of the last board meeting I opened the meeting with thanking every one for the hard work over that last ten years and that for me the time had come to make some changes. To go back to my roots so to speak, to create, experiment, invent.

“I firmly believe that company and all of you are in good hands with the new owners. If anything it will give you additional access to not only a broader customer base but also new virtually unlimited financial resources.”

“You all had a chance to read through the papers and all of you were in basic agreement that I could sell out provided you were protected. Each of you have gotten an individualized employment contract. Does have any one issues with those?"

The all shook their heads.

“Next item the sales price. As you saw, three million will go to the college over a period of time to fund computer science and engineering scholarships. If any one feels that they should have gotten their share in cash from these three million, please let me know and I will gladly pay you out of what I’m getting out of this. For your information, Clarissa will get her share from the full sales price of eighteen million.”

“You have until the day we close on this deal with the foundation to let me know that you rather have your full share.”

Now does any one have any comments, objections to the sale right now?

“Hearing none, I would like a motion that we accept the buyout offer as presented.”

Walt made the motion, it was seconded and every one voted “aye”.

It was done. I was a free man once the true diligence was done and all the paper work filed and moneys paid.

All of that I could leave in the hands of my friends and employees. Now I could concentrate on my permisteral problems.

There was a motion to close the meeting. I had arranged for snacks and champagne to be delivered and we had a short celebration.

By nine everyone was gone except for Jamister Smythe my attorney and friend for many years.

“Terry, got a few minutes?”

“Sure Jamister, what is on your mind?”

“Terry, I have a bunch of tapes from your surveillance cameras and recorders. Do you want to a chance to go over them? My guys go into your house every three days and change out the drives.”

“Jamister, right now no. As far as I know Clarissa is sticking to our agreement. Here is what I want you to do. Let me know immediately if she takes a man into the master bedroom. That is off limits, same goes for the small apartment over the garage.”

Yes I’ve put cams and recorders into my cuck cave. I turn them on when I leave for work and off as soon as I get home.

“You got it Terry, I sure hope things work out for you but Dad and I will have your back if things fall apart.”

We said our good byes in the parking lot and I headed home hoping that by now the party was over and every had left.

No such luck, things were still in full swing when I got there. It looked like that there were five or six more cars than the last time. At least, I didn’t have to call the tow truck. Marge had learned her lesmister.

I went up to my place through the garage and changed into shorts and a tee shirt. I was hungry but it sure looks like Clarissa forgot to put some food into my fridge up here. So my choice was some dry crackers and a beer or two or venture down to the kitchen and see if I could snag some leftovers of Petey’s wonderful creations.

I was putting a plate together when Marge showed up butt naked.

“Hello handsome. I saw you coming down and wanted just apologize for my stupid behavior the other day.”

Now that was a switch. I kind of smiled at her, not quite sure how to address her.

“Marge is fine in here. In our place the kitchen is always neutral and Petey has permission to speak freely if something bothers him. I hear you had a long conversation with Petey. Relax, he is not in trouble. I encouraged him to be open with you. I thought it would be important for you to know that a D/s relationship can be a loving relationship. I would give my right arm or any other body part he might need to Petey. He is the greatest and no matter how mean I treat him, I love him with all my heart and he knows it.”

“I don’t know where you and Clarissa will wind up but be careful. I found out last weekend that she has a mean streak. Any time you want to talk and get the perspective from a Domme side let Petey know and I’ll get back to you. Well I better get back to the party.”

She came over, hugged me and pressed herself against my body and planted a quick kiss on my lips. Damn, my dick started to push against the cage.

“One day I sure would like to try you out, you know, no CB just hot dirty sex while Petey watches.”

I was shocked.

“Hey, what are you doing with my cuck? You got a couple of studs outside panting for your boobs and pussy.”

“Hi Terry, ready to strip and join the party?”

I just shook my head in wonder. No how are you, how did the meeting go.

“Well if you change your mind, just kneel naked in the corner of the living room and wait for instructions. One of the ladies will let you know if when your services are needed. Petey could use the help.”

I just grabbed my plate and headed for the stairs.

“Terry don’t forget” were Marge’s words as she headed back to the party.

That was strange. Marge coming on to me. These people are weird.

I had some of the great food that Petey had prepared and a beer. I decided to go and sit on my balcony and have a cigar. From there I had a clear view of the pool area. There was Clarissa getting every hole stuffed. It felt strange. I wasn’t jealous, I wasn’t excited. It sort of felt like watching third rate porno flick.

Suddenly there was a commotion. Marge walked out dragging Petey on a leash. Even though she wore high heels Petey had a hard time following her. He was on all fours, crawling trying very hard to keep up. It wasn’t ‘til I could see him in some patio light that I realized why he had trouble keeping up. Some wooden contraption was across the back of his thighs and it looked like his balls were trapped between two pieces of wood. I vaguely remembered seeing something like it when Clarissa and I were surfing some sex shop sites for toys. I think they called it a Humbler.

It was clear that Petey was in serious discomfort as Marge dragged him around the pool. Some other lady also naked came out carrying a cane of sort. She caught up with Marge and Petey and started to hit him. Clearly trying for his balls. Finally she succeeded to hit his balls and he cried out and collapsing which caused another outcry before he could roll to his side and go into a *** position.

I was ready to go down and intervene but then backed off. Marge was bending over him and releasing the contraption. She was clearly concerned.

I went back inside and had just sat down after rinsing off my plate so I could later take it down and put it into the dishwasher when there was knock on my door.

“Come on in.”

It was Marge wearing one of Clarissa’s robes.

“Terry, Petey is hurt and Clarissa said I needed to talk to you.”

“I saw what happened. Is he going to be OK. How serious is it. Should I call the EMT’s?”

“No nothing that I can’t handle. We had an accident like that once before.”

I frowned at the word “accident”.

“Petey right now is resting in the hot tub with the pump turned off. Just hot water to allow his scrotum to relax and loosen up some more. No I came to ask if we could stay overnight. A ride in the car would be painful for my baby and don’t want to hurt him anymore then absolutely necessary.”

“Of course you can.”


“Slow down Terry. The only place available would be your master bedroom. Roger is staying. Clarissa said you had a firm rule about any one relaxing in your bed besides you and her.”

“Marge, that only applies to guys that Clarissa chooses to relax with. Of course the two of you can use that room. Stay as long you need. Do you need help getting Petey up here?”

“Maybe, if you could come down with me. We can talk to Petey and see if thinks he can walk up the steps. At our place everything is on one level and not that much of an issue.”

So I went down with Marge, getting dagger looks from Clarissa and a couple of other ladies I had never seen before.

“Hey Petey, how are you doing buddy? You and Marge are going to stay here overnight. Think you can make up the stairs? If not we can carry you.”

“Terry, I don’t want to be a bother…”

“Nonsense, you are not. You are my friend who needs some help and a good night’s rest in a soft warm bed. It’s all arranged. So want to try walking?”

He clearly had trouble getting up the steps from the spa.

“Hey Roger, give me hand with Petey. We need to get him upstairs into the bedroom.”

“Sure thing Terry.”

So the two of us managed to get him up the stairs without adding too much additional pain. Marge had grabbed some bag and brought it up with her.

We settled Petey on our bed and Marge went to work, unlocking his CB and then gently rubbing some sort cream into his scrotum and the surrounding areas.

Roger and I left them.

“Roger I think the party has run its course. Time to end it. I sincerely hope that I won’t find a mess when I come down in the morning or it will be the last time you guys come here. We clear on that?”

“Terry I’m gonna try my best. Somehow I don’t think I’ll be all that successful. You do what you have to do. I understand fully and would most likely do the same in your place. Have a good night.”

I had just settled down to watch the late news when Clarissa stormed in without knocking.

“You bastard, how can you be so rude to my friends? Embarrass me in front of them?”

“Whoa, hold on there little lady. Me?”

“Yes you asshole. Roger came down telling us that it was time to pack up the party and to clean up. How dare you?”

“Easy. It’s MY house. They are your friends and after the incident with Petey no longer welcome. If that place isn’t spotless in the morning when I come down to leave for my golf game, it will be the last fuck orgy you’ll ever have here. Now please leave me alone. You and your fuck buddies have work to do and I want to watch the news.”

That was the moment the announcer read a news release from the foundation stating that they had acquired a local tech company with over a hundred employees but that there were no plans in closing or relocating any of the jobs. If anything, it could mean an increase in jobs over the next few years as they had plans to expand the business.

“Terry are they talking about our company?”

“Yes they are, the board approved the sale during our meeting tonight. But you were too busy with your fuck buddies and couldn’t attend. I’ll fill you in when you come back from your weekend with Roger. Now please just leave.”

This story just gets better and better. Clarissa is the perfect villain, lol. You want to love her but can't let go. enjoy seeing Terry stand up to her!

Great story can't wait to see how she reacts to this!

M

Timmy,
I'd just like to echo mykey's post.

This Clarissa is clearly not the Clarissa Terry married. We still don't know why or whether the original can reappear somehow. All part of the great tension you have generated.

Great.

Timmy

Dr. Schneider eh, could I get her number? A certain young lady and I are looking for some guidance.

Two interesting discussions you've written lately(though certainly not the first such occurrence) I'd like to touch on.
Terry seemed to be sympathetic to Peggy's story then it took a suprising (to Terry) turn. The arrangement between her and her husband may perhaps have given Terry a model closer to one that he could imagine having with Clarissa. This lead me to think 'hope for them after all?'
Then there's the conversation with Petey and the ensuing party incident. 'Though it's not my cup of tea Petey, I'm happy your happy'. Next stop a potential hospital trip, and party called. Oops maybe less hope than I thought.

All perfectly in character with the story elements in place. Thanks for writing, it's a pleasure to read.

If you ever write up a session with the good Doctor, please post it here. On going therapy in my case might be needed.

Timmy

I agree with the others. Your story just keeps getting better and better. It is a classic. I can't wait for the next installment.

GH

Timmy,
By reading each segment as you post them my imagination wants to help you with plot for the next segment. In other words I try to figure out the direction your characters are going to take. I miss interpret each time. Terry is a sharp guy and it appears he is coming out on top. Seems like Terry has several great friends who would be a better choice than Clarissa. I guess love really is blind but there is such a thing as eye surgery.
It’s a great story and it’s hard to wait for the next segment. I really appreciate your talent and thank you for writing.
JJ.

Wow, I'm overwhelmed. Such an array of very nice comments. Thank you all. I truly appreciate them.

My arm has been a bit less bothersome so here is the next segment.

I finished watching the news and went to bed. As it was my habit I was awake by six. Shit, it was raining and I mean raining, not just some light drizzle that I would gladly ignore and go play anyway. No this was serious rain. No golf today.

Well I was awake, so I took a nice leisurely shower instead of the rushed one I normally would in order to pick up Julie and meet the other at the club for our breakfast meeting followed by a round of golf.

I put on some swimming trunks. I don’t mind swimming in the rain since there was no lightning, just rain and went down to make some coffee for myself before figuring out what to have for breakfast. The place was still a bit of a mess. Most of the stuff had been picked up but it certainly wasn’t what I had expected.

I just had poured myself a cup of coffee when Marge strolled into the kitchen. Again she had one of Clarissa’s robes on but somehow she didn’t close it very good and the belt had loosened up. Plenty of cleavage. Again there was stirring inside my cage.

I don’t know how old Marge is, my best guess – close to fifty but she kept herself in real good shape and with the aftermarket boobs looked like a forty year old.

“Good morning Terry. I smelled the coffee. Any chance I could have some?”

“Sure Marge, how do you like it?”

“Just black, or as Petey would say ‘black as my soul’.”

“So how is Petey doing? Is he OK?”

“He’s still relaxing. I’m going to let him relax as long as he wants or needs to. At first he was a bit restless but after putting another coating of the ointment on his balls, he settled down and went to relax.”

During this conversation I got another mug and poured her coffee and handed it to her. Moving her arm made one of her boobs pop out completely.

Marge smiled, “do you like them? I mean my breasts.”

I think I blushed a bit and then just nodded.

“It’s OK, I don’t mind if you look at them. It’s not the first time you’ve seen me naked”. She chuckled after that comment. We both remembered the episode with the tow truck driver.

“Looks like they didn’t do a very good job cleaning up. If it’s OK with you, Petey and I will take care of that once he’s up and had something to eat.”

“Look, I’m not going golfing because of the rain. I can do it. I’m just pissed at Clarissa and the rest of your gang because I clearly made it part of the condition for your parties that everything was back in place and cleaned up. This was the last party. I know Clarissa and I are going to have a fight over that but I don’t care. This is my house, not hers.”

“You mean, Clarissa is not on the deed?”

“Neither am I. We rent but I’m the one on the lease.”

“Who owns the house. I understood that you designed it and had it built.”

“I did, but for a real estate holding company. They also own the land and buildings that my plant and offices are in.”

“So should you guys split, she’s out in the cold?”

“Yes, that’s how it will work.”

“Wow”

“Marge, I’m going to fix some breakfast for myself. I’m thinking French Toast. Want any? I’ll be happy to make it.”

“That would be nice. I really appreciate what you are doing for us.”

We just started to eat when Clarissa showed up.

“Hmm, that looks good.”

No good morning or any other form of greeting.

“Three pieces for Roger, two for me and you know how I like my coffee. Black for Roger. Also some fruit and orange juice for both of us.”

“Clarissa, while I’m totally pissed at your attitude, not even a good morning, and the place is still a mess, I’ll be happy to make you some toast. You are well capable of getting the rest of the stuff yourself. But I’ll be damned if fix breakfast for your fuck toy or tote yours upstairs. I told you before he is totally your responsibility.”

“He is your guest, you take care of him.”

“You fixed Marge’s breakfast, is it because she’s flashing her fake boobs at you? Here have a look at mine. You used to be really be hung up on them.”

“I still am but that is a whole different matter. Marge is my guest, hence I fixed her breakfast and when Petey wakes up, I’ll fix his too.”

“Come Marge, let me fill your coffee and then we go and sit out on the patio so that Clarissa can have the kitchen to herself.”

Marge was clearly enjoying this little exchange. When Clarissa wasn’t watching she mouthed “YESS!!” to me.

We took our started breakfast out to the patio. In spite of the rain, the temperature was pleasant out there and the drumming of the rain on the patio roof was soothing. I needed soothing because I was seething. I had just about enough of Clarissa’s BS.

We had settled down and finished eating when I looked at Marge.

“Marge, I may be totally out of line and if so please tell me and I’ll stop but I would like to talk a bit about last night’s incident and what happens next. I have a sneaky suspicion that once you are totally sure that Petey is OK, you will run off, I don’t mean literally but go into one of your withdrawal modes where you totally ignore Petey for a while. I think in part because you feel guilty about what happened to him.”

Marge frowned and I think had some sharp words on her tongue but held herself in check.

“Yeah, you are probably right. I really do feel bad. I should have watched Renee better.”

“Marge, don’t do it.”

“What?”

“Please hear me out. Petey really hurts when do that. He goes from despair to depression because he thinks it’s his fault. That he is demanding too much from you. He’s totally lost. I don’t know if you’ve watched him when you are in one of those ‘time out periods’ for lack of a better term. He doesn’t know what to do with himself.”

“Suddenly he as that free time that normally is spent pampering and serving you. Don’t get me wrong, I understand or at least I think I do, why you need these time outs. My guess being a full time Domme can be just as stressful if not more than being a full time subbie like Petey. All he has to do is follow orders. You have to manage the whole relationship. I get that.”

Now Marge was thoughtful.

“You know, I never thought of what it would do to Petey. I’m so self absorbed that it never crossed my mind that he would suffer. I thought he would be happy to have a break too.”

“OK Mr. psychologist, what do you suggest?”

“Petey told me about these time outs. That’s why I know how they affect him. I told him to get a hobby, something to occupy his mind while you work through your issues and ignore him.”

“He hasn’t said anything, has he? Is he afraid to ask for things?”

“No not normally, but I guess the idea of wanting a hobby has never crossed his mind. His hobby is my happiness.”

“He said that he likes to read. Why not surprise him with one of those electronic readers, like a very basic one. Then ask him for a list of 25 books that he would like to read. Cross five or six of the list and tell him to get the rest. That way you maintain control and he knows that you have to approve of his selections each time. If the next time these same books show up, let him have those but cross of some others.”

“I like that idea. Thanks Terry.”

“There is something else I would like to suggest. Don’t take the time out immediately when you get home and you’re sure that he’s OK. See every time you do this, he is afraid that it will be the end. That you won’t come back as the Domme he loves and worships, that you come back a just plain Marge, not Goddess, not Mistress. Talk to him, ease his mind that you love him and will not abandon him. See in his mind going to a vanilla relationship will seem like you’ve abandoned him, dumped him.”

“Terry, how did you get so smart. I’ve been doing this for a long time. Even talked to a counselor a few times when Petey and I had problems. He may or may not have told you. I had some trouble adjusting to giving him physical pain. I got over it and now enjoy it almost as much as the offense but when something like last night occurs, I get scared and withdraw. Wonder why she never brought this up. Maybe because she’s a Domme too and her husband suffers way more than Petey ever will. I don’t care much for them. They are not regular members of our group. There is another FemDomme Society in town. They are really extreme. Petey and I went once as guests of Doc Schneider. Never again. Clarissa might like that with the right kind of slave. That’s what they are real slaves.”

She took a sip from her coffee, then continued.

“OK, you’ve given me a lot to think about. Petey and I are going to have a heart to heart. In one way I’m pissed at him for not telling me on the other hand I understand why he did not. He knows I withdraw when I get stressed. My guess he doesn’t want to add to it. Like you said, he’s afraid that I’ll quit on him. I would never do that. I love him too much. But unless I tell him, how would the poor schmuck know?”

“Any other words of wisdom? Right now I have a very open mind. It scares me a bit.”

She chuckled which caused the robe to slip again.

I took a deep breath.

“Again let me know if I cross a line. Where does Petey relax?”

“You mean after I kick him out of my bed on most nights when he's done serving me?”

I nodded.

“A supersized doggie bed at the foot end of my bed.”

“and when you go into time out mode?”

“I kick him out or better, he knows to leave and he hauls it out into the hallway.”

“He doesn’t have a place of his own?”

“No, he’s MY slave” was a rather sharp reply.

I paused, wondering if I really should continue this.

“Sorry, go ahead. I’ll listen. I may not like where this is going but I’ll listen. You’ve been helpful, opened my eyes to a serious issue in our relationship which I will fix. So please…”

“Do you have a really small room in your place. Something that is used for storage because you don’t know what else to do with it?”

“Hmm, coming to think about. Yes we do. It was supposed to be an office for me but even for that it really wasn’t very good. I think it may be 10 by 10 feet, if that. Really an oversized closet.”

What if you have him clean it out, let him use that when you go into your time out mode. He’ll be out of your way and sight after he’s done with whatever chores he might have had to do that day. Get him a good light and a chair. Doesn’t have to be very comfortable. Something from a Good Will store. Maybe even an old TV – black and white would be perfect for a ‘slave’. Have the cable guy set it up so he can only receive some of the educational stuff like the History channel, maybe Discovery and the Cooking channel. He might learn some new stuff there to cook for you. If you want to be really generous, one of the all day new channels. Nothing more.”

“He can drag his doggie bed there and at least his mind will be occupied. Not that he’s ever going to stop dwelling on if he did something wrong, that it is his fault that you’re in the withdrawal mode. But it won’t be as bad for him as it has been.”

“You can tell him that if he pissed you off, you take it away. Tell him he is a very valuable slave and you want to make sure he’s OK when you don’t want him again.”

“I’m sure you’ll find the right words getting your dominance across while at the same time reassuring Petey and caring for his wellbeing.”

“Damn you Terry, you are messing up my whole concept of what I thought I had but I see your point. I’ll think about that spare room. Yes it could work. I could get a lock on the door. Lock it when things are normal so that he doesn’t sneak in there while I’m out on a date. That wouldn’t do. Yes, I think you just might have something there.”

“Thank you for opening up my eyes to something that really could have endangered the love of my life. The last thing I want is for him to get depressed because I ignore him while decompressing myself.”

“I’m going in to get another cup of coffee. Want some?”

“No thanks, I better go and check on Petey first.”

We both went back into the house.

At that moment Clarissa and Roger came down the stairs, he carrying a weekend bag for her.

“Good morning Terry, sorry about the weather messing up your golf. I overslept. Clarissa wore me out or I would have finished cleaning up this morning. Now we have to run to catch our plane.”

All the while Clarissa was shooting daggers at me with her eyes.

“Well it doesn’t matter. There will be no more parties here after the incident last night. So I guess I can finish the cleaning, at least to the point where I can use the rooms. The cleaning service can finish it on Monday.”

“Terry…”

“Save it Roger. Nothing you or Clarissa can say will make me change my mind.”

“Carissa, when are you coming back. We need to sit down and talk. I’ve just about had it with your BS.”

“I don’t know. I might stay with Roger for a while or some other friend” looking at Marge.

“Not in my house Clarissa, not this time.” With that comment Marge went upstairs to check on Petey.

“Remember Clarissa, we have a social commitment on Saturday at the club. The big charity ball for the Foundation. You agreed to accompany me on all of those functions. To show the world that we are one loving couple.”

“Enjoy your weekend. Roger I doubt that I’ll be back playing poker. I enjoyed it while it lasted but right now I’m not in the mood to hang out with you guys.”

“Terry…”

But Roger grabbed her arm and pulled her toward the door.

There was no more coffee, just a couple of dirty mugs presumably used by Clarissa and Roger.

Well I better make another pot.

It was just about ready when Marge and Petey came into the kitchen. Petey was walking sort of funny and was supported by Marge.

I pulled a chair out for him.

“Here sit down buddy. Coffee is almost ready. Want some juice?”

Petey sat down very slowly and just on the edge of the chair and since he was naked his balls could hang down between his legs. I guess he was still pretty sore.

“Some juice would be nice.”

“Terry, hand me a glass, I’ll get it for him.”

Then I poured a cup of coffee and Marge fixed the way he likes it.

“I hear you are now a relationship councilor.”

“Oh I don’t know about that. I just have some strong feelings about certain things and I voiced them to Marge. It’s up to her if she’ll take my suggestions or not.”

“So, want some French Toast or something else for breakfast.”

“Terry I don’t want…

“Hush Petey, I tried that already earlier and didn’t get any place with him. He can be pretty stubborn in things. I can highly recommend the French Toast. It was really good. Different from yours but really good.”

So I went to work cooking for Petey.

“So are you OK? I mean you still walk funny but you know what I mean.”

“I’m still pretty sore but no need to worry. It will get better. Maybe after my loving wife puts some more of her magic potion on my balls I’ll be able to clean up the mess my friends left you.”

“Hey don’t worry about that. Not your fault and I don’t want you to strain yourself. You guys can hang here with me as long as you want. It’s no bother at all. I can imagine a ride in the car even that luxury vehicle you guys have could still be pretty stressful.”

“Why don’t you plan on staying ‘til tomorrow. It really is no bother at all. Marge you heard Clarissa, she has no idea when she’ll be back. Certainly not ‘til Monday night the earliest.”

Marge got a wicked grin on her face.

“Terry, since my darling Petey is partially switch offd and I have certain needs he usually fulfills, are you ready to be my substitute slave?”

I was speechless.

“Petey, why don’t you explain the club rules regarding cuckolds to our friend here.”

“Terry, Marge is right. There are rules covering this situation within our merry little group. I know you are not officially a member but your wife is and she is currently cuckolding you which qualifies you under the rules for service as per rule IV a as spelled out in the bylaws of our merry group.”

I was stunned.

“Yes Terry, we have a set of bylaws and rules of conduct. I wrote them up and they have been working quite well for the last six years. Renee was in *** of one of them last night and she’ll receive a reprimand since it was her first *** and possibly not intentional. We are giving her the benefit of the doubt on that. Next time will mean permanent exclusion.”

“But to come back to rule IV a, it specifies that any Female member can at certain times avail herself of the services of another members cuckold husband provided that he is available and not needed by his spouse and that he wears a CB during that time. You are screwed buddy. Carissa is who knows where in an airplane with Roger which makes you available to be freely used and used by my Goddess here.”

While Petey was citing the rules, Marge had come up behind me, lifted my tee shirt and grabbed my nipples giving them some severe left and right twists.

“Don’t you move away or try stop me slave. I’m going to enjoy this.”

Petey, you done eating? What do you want to do? Try and stay down here or do you want to go back up and lay down on the bed?”

“Oh, I’m going to stay right here if you don’t mind Goddess and watch my good friend Terry suffer. It will be a nice switch.”

“Petey, I just changed my mind about quitting your poker club. I’m going to take you for every penny every Thursday night and then picture in my mind how Ms Marge here blisters that sorry ass of yours for loosing that much money.”

Another couple of vicious twists of my nipples.

“OUCH!”

“Wimp, so you are the one that has been fleecing my darling. You’ll pay for that. Now get out of these ridiculous clothes. Slaves should be naked at all times.”

“Yes Ma’am”.

I actually was getting turned on by this. I was sure that Marge would not try to use me the way she does with Petey. This could be fun.

Timmy

Another great episode. Clarissa seems to be digging herself into an even deeper hole. I'm very curious about what's going to happen when she gets home from her date with Roger.

Thanks for entertaining us.

GH