Courtesan

Finally back (temporarily) and had a chance to catch up. It reminded me again of what an incredibly well-crafted story this is, an erotic joy to read. The characters are wonderful, and the way you're slowly turning up the thermostat is going to have the environmentalists calling for your head on a platter.
Thanks so much for the many pleasurable hours I've spent enjoying your efforts!! Keep up the good work, and keep a sharp eye out for Al Gore!

excellent work gh. your stories are a pleasure to read. they give you so much and then leave you wanting more. the way you craft your characrers you feel you know each one......BRAVO

My oh my, it's getting interesting now. I've made it no secret about how much I enjoy your writing, and these last segments only prove why. Really busy with work and trying to get out to play an occasional round of golf, so I don't always have time to respond quickly, but as always, thanks. I appreciate your hard efforts to entertain us.

TrF2

Storm

Nice to have you back even if it's only temporary

sallyannslut

Thank you, it's nice to hear from you again. I appreciated your taking a moment to tell me you enjoy my stories.

TrF2

Good to hear from you. It's been very windy in the midwest lately. Playing golf in heavy winds is difficult, but it's still nice to be out

Thanks again for the comments

GH

I looked at everyone. "I'd better go."

As I started to leave Keisha said. "Just a minute Timmy."

I stopped and turned. She walked over to me, pulled my dog collar out of my tee shirt and straightened it. Then she kissed me and said, "Have fun tonight Babydoll." She looked at Kelly and giggled. "It really is fun to call him that."

Kelly grinned. "Yes it is."

The doorbell rang again.

Tonya said, "Timmy honey, you'd better get moving."

I bowed politely. "I'll greet the men and get them seated in the living room with takes."

Tonya nodded. "We'll be out as soon as were dressed and made up."

"Timmy I'll be out as quickly as I can to help you." Mandy was smiling at me.

I nodded to her and then I left the bedroom. I walked quickly across the living room. When I got to the front door I stopped. I took a deep breath to settle my nerves and then I opened the door.

Chris, Antoine and another man who I assumed was Gary were all standing on the front steps.

On the way through the living room I'd decided that if I was going to be a slave, I should try to be the best slave possible. I smiled at the three men and said, "Gentlemen, good evening. Welcome to Kelly Mamister's home. Won't you please come in."

I held the door for them. As they stepped into the foyer Gary looked at me. He chuckled and said, "Shit Toine, his fucking toenails are painted red and he's wearing pink shorts. He has to be a fucking fag."

"Shut up Gary. I told you that this was going to be a very kinky party. These people are totally uninhibited and they like to have fun. Timmy is not a fag, he's a slave. He's also my friend. If you're going to insist on giving him a hard time we'll leave right now. If you can pull yourself together and act like a gentleman, I guarantee you an evening you will never forget."

Antoine turned to me. "Timmy I apologize for my friend's rudeness. I think he was a little shocked by your outfit." He smiled. "It appears that the girls are already having fun with you."

I smiled at Antoine and then I took a deep breath. This was turning out to be even more humiliating than I'd expected, but I knew that if I could get through the next few minutes it would get easier.

I turned to Gary. "Good evening sir. I've never met you. My name is Timmy, but tonight everyone will be calling me dicklet."

Gary looked at Antoine and shook his head.

Antoine ignored him and said, "Dicklet this is my friend Gary Simon."

"Mr. Simon, I'm pleased to meet you and again I welcome you to Kelly Mamister's home. I'm Ms. Mamister's slave. This evening it will be both my duty and my pleasure to see to your every need. Why don't we move into the living room."

Chris nodded and stepped out of the foyer.

Antoine patted his friends shoulder. "Let's go." They followed Chris.

Once we were all in the living room I said; "Ms. Mamister, Ms. Edwards and Ms. Lewis are getting dressed. Nymph is attending to them. They will be joining you shortly."

Antoine whispered to his friend. "Nymph is another slave. Her real name is Mandy. She's very pretty."

Chris chuckled. "Hell they're all gorgeous."

Antoine slowly nodded his head. "Yes they certainly are."

"Gentlemen please sit down and make yourselves comfortable. What can I get you to take. We have a well stocked bar. Mr. Carter and Mr. Simon I was told that both of you like beer and that your favorite brand was Heineken. I have a good supply in the refrigerator."

Gary grinned at me. "Heineken?"

I nodded. "Yes sir."

Antoine nudged him. "I told you this was going to be a great evening."

Gary nodded. "Dicklet..." He paused. "Are you sure it's okay for me to call you that?"

Chris smiled. "Gary, calling him anything else this evening would be a breach of etiquette."

He shrugged. "All right, dicklet I would love a Heineken."

Antoine grinned at me. "I'd like one too."

I looked at Chris. "Mr. Kendrick's would you like your usual martini?"

Chris nodded. "Yes dicklet, that would be very nice."

"Gentlemen if you will excuse me, I'll get your beverages."

As soon as I was inside the safe refuge of the kitchen I stopped and took several deep breaths. That had been much more difficult than I'd ever imagined it would be. My outfit was humiliating and Gary's reaction when he saw me made it even worse.

After several seconds I started to pull myself together. I remembered Mandy telling me that this was going to be the most exciting night of my life, but it was going to be difficult at times. I thought about my Great Aunt Pearl. She always told me that anything in this world that came easily wasn't worth having in the first place.

That made me smile. Suddenly I understood that I could do this. Deep inside me I began to realize that I desperately wanted to do this. I went to work. While I was making the martini for Chris I poured myself a shot of vodka and tossed it down. I needed a little boost of liquid courage to help fortify my resolve.

After I finished making Chris's martini I put it on a tray and then I took two bottles of Heineken from the refrigerator. I placed the beers and two glasses next to Chris's cocktail and added three small bowls of dry roasted peanuts and a small stack of napkins. Once everything was ready I took a deep breath, picked up the tray of takes and returned to the living room.

Chris, Antoine and Gary were discussing the upcoming Packer Viking game. I very much wanted to express an opinion, but I didn't. I was a slave. I understood that my superiors wouldn't welcome my comments.

Instead I quietly set Chris's take and a bowl of peanuts on the table next to his chair. After that I poured Antoine's beer into a glass and set it and another bowl of peanuts on the table next to the love seat where he was seated.

Finally I walked over to the couch and set the last bowl of peanuts on the table next to Gary. As I was pouring his beer he smiled at Antoine and said, "Toine, you were right. It would be very easy get used to living like this ."

Antoine grinned at his friend. "Gary you haven't begun to see how wonderful this life can be."

Behind me I heard the bedroom door open and close.

Suddenly Gary said, "Holy cuckolds brownie!"

I turned. Mandy was walking into the living room. She was absolutely gorgeous and her outfit was unbelievably erotic.

I now understood what she'd meant by a cupless brassiere. She was wearing one. It was black satin and resemred a very sexy skimpy bikini top except that it was only the outside frame. There wasn't any cloth in the cups. Rather than concealing Mandy's petite breasts, this top did the opposite. It exposed and highlighted them.

Her skirt was very short, not more than five or six inches in length and was made from nearly transparent black chiffon. Under her skirt I could make out the outline of a scandalously brief pair of thong panties.

She was of course barefoot. On her right ankle she wore a black leather anklet that matched the jeweled dog collar around her neck.

Chris, Antoine and Gary's eyes were all glued to her as she walked into the middle of the living room and bowed politely. "Good evening, my name is nymph. Like dicklet, I am also a slave. If you have any needs or desires, please let us know. This evening it is both our duty and our pleasure to serve you."

Gary turned to Antoine. "This is fucking amazing. I mean I've read stories about cuckolds brownie like this, but I always thought they were just fantasies."

Antoine smiled at his friend and then he turned to Mandy. "Nymph come over here."

Mandy walked over to the love seat where Antoine was seated and said, "Mr. Carter, what can do for you?"

"I just want to look at you for a moment." Antoine raised Mandy's chiffon skirt and exposed her tiny black lace thong. Chris, Gary and I all watched in rapt silence as he pulled it down to her thighs.

"Nymph turn and face Mr. Simon. I want him to see your cute little pussy."

Mandy turned without objection or hesitation.

Gary stared at Mandy's exposed sex.

"Masturbate for him."

Mandy's back was towards me, but I could see here hands move to touch herself.

While she was doing that Antoine rubbed his fingers against her lips. "Suck me while you play with yourself."

Mandy slowly nodded. "Yes sir." She parted her lips. Antoine pushed two fingers into her mouth.

The room was charged with sexual tension as all of us watched Mandy fondle herself while she sucked on Antoine's large brown fingers.

After a moment Antoine said, "Nymph, go over to Mr. Simon and sit on his lap. Let him explore your body. Don't pull your panties up. I want him to be able to play with your bare pussy."

"Yes Mr. Carter, I understand." Mandy walked over to Gary and sat down on his lap. As she placed one of his hands on her naked cunt she said, "Mr. Carter invites you to enjoy my body."

There are several readers who stay in contact with me through my email address. One of them sent me this composite picture. I thought I would share it with you for a day or two.

GH

The bedroom door opened again.

After a moment I heard Keisha say; "MY, my, my, look at this. It appears that our little slave girl is making our new guest feel very welcome."

Mandy nervously looked at Keisha.

Antoine shook his head. "Ease off Keish. She's following my orders. I told her to sit on Gary's lap and let him play with her."

There was a collective gasp from all of us as Keisha, Tonya and Kelly walked into the living room together. They were absolutely stunning.

All three of them were wearing very short skirts, shockingly short skirts. Their skirts were so brief that they couldn't actually be worn in public without fear of being arrested. They each wore a garter belt, nylon stockings and spike heeled shoes that matched their outfits. The stays for their garters all extended well below the hems of their skirts.

Keisha was first. She was wearing a cream colored lace mini dress. It was extremely low cut. Her large brown breasts bulged out of a very tight top that was barely held in place by two spaghetti straps. Her outfit was accented by a diamond necklace and bracelet and a pair of large dangling diamond earrings.

Tonya came next. She wore a two piece outfit made of black satin. Her tight miniskirt had open side panels that made her look more naked than dressed. The halter top had a deep v cut that barely held her beautiful breasts in place. Around her neck she wore a gold necklace with a large black opal pendant. Her bracelet was a chain of black opals mounted in gold settings and her earrings were also set with black opals.

Kelly was last. She was wearing a strapless pink stretch knit cocktail dress with a very tight short skirt. With every step she took her large breasts seemed to try to escape from the elastic top that just barely managed to keep them confined. Her necklace was a double string of pearls. Her bracelet and earrings matched it.

Keisha sauntered over to Gary and snapped her fingers. Mandy immediately stood up and surrendered her spot.

As soon as Mandy was gone Keisha smiled at Gary and said, "Hi, I'm Keisha. You must be Gary. I understand that you're my date for the evening."

Gary nodded. I think he may have been too excited to speak.

Keisha grinned at his obvious lack of composure and said, "May I sit down?"

Again Gary only nodded.

Keisha sat down on his lap. Her thighs were parted. She wasn't wearing panties. She kissed Gary's cheek and picked up his hand. As she placed it between her legs she said, "It's time for you to try a little black pussy."

Keisha gasped as Gary pressed his fingers into her already moist cunt.

While this was going on, Tonya walked over to Antoine and sat down next to him. She placed her hand on the tent in his trousers and grinned. "Tonight I'm going to try to teach this monster how to behave."

Antoine burst out laughing and said, "I'm not certain that you'll be successful, but I'm definitely looking forward to the lesmisters."

For me, these were just side shows. My attention was focused on Kelly. Completely ignoring my presence she walked directly to Chris and jumped into his lap. Pangs of jealousy tore at me as I watched my wife put her arms around her boyfriend's neck and give him a long passionate kiss.

After they broke apart she breathlessly said, "Hi Bigdog, I'm glad you could make it tonight."

Chris smiled at Kelly. "Nothing could have kept me away."

My wife nuzzled her boyfriend's ear for a moment and then she sat up and looked at me. "Dicklet, our men need another round of takes and we haven't had any at all. It's also time for the appetizer."

She turned and lightly kissed Chris on the lips. "Are you hungry Bigdog?"

Chris smiled. "I'm starved."

Kelly looked at me. There was an expression of intensity in her eyes that I didn't wish to challenge. "Dicklet, my man is hungry. I want that appetizer out here immediately!"

I bowed my head obediently. "Yes, Ms. Mamister I'll see to it right away." And then I scurried into the kitchen.

This time I didn't take a break when I got into the kitchen. The time for breaks would come later. At that moment my mistress needed me and I didn't want to let her down.

I took the spinach artifetish dip out of the refrigerator. While I was putting it into the microwave oven Mandy walked through the kitchen door.

"Timmy you forgot to take take orders for the women."

I shook my head. "I'm sorry Mandy. I guess I was so focused on getting the appetizer for Kelly that it just slipped my mind. Let me get this into the microwave and then I'll go back out and find out what they want."

Mandy smiled. "Timmy honey, you're not working alone tonight. I'm here and I've got your back. It's all done. The girls want margaritas. Kelly's been bragging about your margaritas for the last year. They all want to try them." She giggled. "I want one too."

I put the dip into the microwave and set the timer for three minutes. I just wanted to warm it up a little. When I turned around Mandy was standing next to me. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me on the lips. While she was kissing me she reached down and gently squeezed my cock and balls.

When we finally broke apart Mandy grinned at me and breathlessly said, "That scene with Antoine and Gary got me really hot. I love being treated like a slut." She laughed. "I guess I must have inherited that trait from my lady."

I smiled at her.

She squeezed my cock again. "Timmy once we've served the appetizer and takes they'll be busy for a little while. They won't need us. We'll have a few minutes to ourselves in here. Would you lick my pussy for me? I really need to cum. When you're done, I'll suck your cock."

I laughed. "Mandy honey, you just made me an offer I couldn't possibly refuse."

We hugged. Mandy's body was warm and soft. Holding her in my arms was nice. Suddenly the timer on the microwave dinged. That quickly brought us back to reality.

We stepped apart. "I'd better finish getting the appetizer ready. Could you help me with the takes? You could make the margaritas."

"Timmy, I don't know how to make a margarita. Besides we all want your margaritas not mine."

"I'll give you my recipe. Then they will be my margaritas and you'll know how to make them. If we're going to be slaves together, we'd better start teaching each other everything we know."

Mandy stared at me for a moment and then she smiled. "Timmy that's a lovely thought."

I nodded. "Yes it is, but I also have another thought for you. Tonya brought a horsewhip with her tonight. We'd better get busy. That's an experience I'm not sure I'm ready for yet."

Mandy laughed. "I have experienced it. It's exciting, but..." She took a deep breath.

I grinned at her. "To paraphrase the Chinese proverb, one breath is worth a thousand words."

Mandy giggled. "All right ancient wise one, how do I make a margarita?"

"Get four glasses from the cupboard and rinse the rims with water."

While Mandy was doing that I took the spinach artifetish dip out of the microwave.

As soon as the glasses were ready she looked at me. "Okay, what's next?"

"You'll find a tub of rock salt in the cupboard with the cuckold water. Rim each glass with the rock salt."

Mandy started giggling. "Did you say rim your ass with rock salt?"

I rolled my eyes. "Mandy you have the dirty mind of a fourteen year old boy."

She looked at me with a lascivious grin. "Yes I do and I'm just as preoccupied with masturbation, only it's you I want to masturbate. You have the penis of a fourteen year old boy. It's the perfect match for my immature imagination."

I chuckled. "You are incorrigible.'

"Did you say incorrigible or encourageable?"

"That's not a word."

Mandy stuck out her tongue. "My aren't we picky."

I shook my head. "Just fill the glasses with ice."

"Oh all right Mr. Stick In The Mud."

She dipped the glasses in salt and filled each of them with ice cubes while I put the basket of sliced baguette and the spinach artifetish dip on a tray along with six plates, six butter knives and a stack of napkins.

Once that was set I turned to Mandy. "I'm going to take the appetizer out to the living room. You'll find a bottle of sweet and sour and a bottle of lime juice in the refrigerator. Put two ounces of both of them into each glass. Then add one ounce of triple sec and an ounce and a half of gold tequila. Once that's done, put a straw into each glass. Everything you need is in the cuckold water cupboard.

I picked up the tray. As I carried it out of the kitchen I called to Mandy. "As soon as I get back, I'll help you with the takes for the men."

When I walked into the living room the scene in front of me caused me to pause for a moment. It shouldn't have shocked me. After all, I did know exactly what to expect; but I was still startled.

Kelly was sitting on Chris's lap. They were kissing. The top of my wife's dress had been pulled down fully exposing her large breasts. Her boyfriend was rolling one of her nipples between his fingertips. His pants were open. His erect penis was sticking straight up in the air. Kelly was slowly stroking it.

I looked at Keisha. She was sitting on Gary's lap. The spaghetti straps of her lace dress had been slipped off of her shoulders. Her dress had also been pulled down. Gary's pants were also open. His cock was just as large as Chris's. Keisha was stroking it while he played with her naked breasts.

Tonya was sitting next to Antoine with her body pressed up against his. She was naked from the waist up. Her halter top was lying on the floor in front of her. I'd seen Antoine's cock earlier that day. Chris and Gary were both big. I would guess at least ten inches, but Antoine was noticeably larger. His huge brown erection had to be at least a foot long.

As I watched the orgy in front of me I thought of Mandy's earlier comment and smiled. I actually was in "tittie heaven".

Lovely GH. If I close my eyes I think I could almost reach out and touch them ! Now wouldn't that make a brilliant new computer game.

GH, you and Stormy are the only two writers who would take the time to go into detail describing the jewelry that the women were wearing. Not something that I would dwell on, I was too focused on the picture above that you shared with us from one of your readers. The images are perfect, and the picture of "Keisha" was a perfect depiction of what I thought she would/should look like. Then you have to go and talk about her "large brown breasts bulging out of a very tight top" and my buttons were all pushed at once. I only have one fantasy still remaining on my "sexual bucket list" and that involves a beautiful black woman who in my imagination would look very much like the woman in that photo. Great writing GH, thank you.

Peak

Thank you for the nice comment. If they ever do make a computer game like that I will be the first one in line to buy it.

GH

TrF2

When I first started writing these stories a great literary critic named peakmb taught me that the devil was in the detail. I continue to try to follow that advice. Stormy is a master at it.

Yes, I love the woman he picked to be Kiesha also. Kagney Lynn Karter, the blond in his picture is the woman I've been using as the model for Kelly since I started the story. People who have been around this site for a long time know that I originally included pictures of porn stars with my stories.

I'm not sure I agree with the woman he picked to be Tonya. I see her as more of a blond. I love the woman he picked as Mandy. I'm not sure that's how I originally envisioned her. I think she should be a bit smaller, but I love the character in the woman's face.

Trf2

As always thanks for the comments.

GH

I carried the tray to the coffee table and quietly set it down. My wife's attention was so deeply focused on her boyfriend that I hoped that I'd be able slip back to the kitchen before she noticed that I was there.

I wasn't that lucky. As I stepped back from the coffee table Kelly stopped kissing Chris and turned. She looked at me with a lascivious smile. Her face was flushed, her lipstick was smeared, her long blond hair was slightly mussed. Chris's hand still cupped her naked breast and she still had her fingers wrapped around his erect cock.

"Dicklet, be a dear and make up several slices of baguette for us. Three should be sufficient. One for me and two for my lover."

I nodded. "Yes Ms. Mamister, right away."

I worked quickly. Kelly and Chris were both watching me. Kelly continued to slowly stroking Chris's huge penis. He had a dreamy look in his eyes. It was easy to understand why. My wife was a very sensuous woman.

I spread the spinach artifetish dip on three slices of baguette, placed them on a plate and set the plate and two napkins on the end table next to Kelly and Chris's chair.

As soon as I was done I bowed and stepped back. "There are your appetizers Ms. Mamister."

Kelly smiled at me. "Thank you dicklet. You may go now."

"Dicklet, before you leave would you please make up a plate for Antoine and me." Tonya looked up at her date. "How many would you like?"

Antoine thought for a moment and then he said, "Two should be plenty for me."

"We'd like a plate too." Keisha was sitting up. She looked at Gary and squeezed his cock. "You'd better have three. You're going to burn up a lot of energy tonight."

Gary didn't say anything. He just grinned.

I started making two more plates of appetizers. I worked quickly. It was an awkward situation for me. I wanted to get back to the refuge of the kitchen. I felt like an intruder in this little love nest.

While I worked I kept taking furtive glances at my wife and her lover. Pangs of jealousy tore at me as I watched Kelly pick up one of the slices of baguette that I'd just prepared and start feeding it to Chris. Each time he took a bite she'd dab his lips with a napkin and then she'd kiss his cheek.

It would have been easier for me if I could have convinced myself that Kelly was putting on a little show for my benefit, but I could tell that wasn't the case. My wife was so obviously focused on her boyfriend that I doubted that she even realized that I was still in the room.

Once I was finished preparing the appetizer plates for Tonya and Keisha I set them next to the sofa and love seat where they were sitting and quickly withdrew from the room.

As soon as I was safely back in the sanctuary of the kitchen I stopped and took several deep breaths. I needed to regain my composure. Seeing the woman you love fawning over another man is a trying experience.

Mandy was opening two bottles of beer. The moment she noticed my distress she stopped and ran over to me. She wrapped her arms around my chest and held me close to her. "Babydoll are you okay?"

I smiled at her. "Yes, I'm fine."

"What happened?"

I chuckled. "It's going to sound silly when I tell you."

"That's all right, I promise I won't laugh."

"I watched Kelly feed Chris one of the appetizers."

Mandy pressed her cheek against my chest and hugged me. "That made you feel bad, didn't it."

"I guess it did, but it seems kind of silly. I mean just before that they were kissing. Kelly was holding Chris's cock and he was playing with her nipple. That didn't bother me at all."

“Feeding him an appetizer was much more romantic, wasn't it.”

“Yes it was.”

"Timmy, romance is very important to women. I think it's much more important to us than it is to men. For Kelly, doing something romantic like feeding an appetizer to Chris is just part of the foreplay leading to good sex. You read it as a sign that she's falling in love with him, but I don't think that's an accurate interpretation of what was happening. I think Kelly was just trying to build a romantic mood. Your wife is very good at that. I assure you that I've watched her do the same type of thing many times with middle aged, overweight businessmen and I know that she wasn't in love with any of them."

Mandy looked up at me. "I'm not going to try to tell you that your wife doesn't have feelings for Chris. We both know that she does." She smiled. "But she doesn't love him in the same way that she loves you. Chris is more like a very good friend. I think it's similar to what's happening to us. Timmy I've known you for less than a day, but I already feel like we're becoming very close friends."

She giggled. "I can't wait until after dinner. That's when the real sex will start and you and I will get to be alone together. Fucking is fun, but when you're doing it with someone you care about it makes it even better. That's why Tonya is with Antoine tonight. The two of them have fucked hundreds of times, but they never get bored with each other because they're good friends."

"But Kelly talks about how much she needs variety."

"And she does, so do Tonya, Keisha and I. That's why we love our jobs so much. It gives us the variety that we want and need. Timmy honey, my lady misses my man so much. She also craves variety. That's why she cheated on my man all the time. Now that they're not together anymore she misses the special sex that she could only have with him."

I shook my head. "This is all very confusing."

Mandy laughed. "It certainly is. Just remember that Kelly is deeply in love with you and she will always be deeply in love with you."

I smiled at her. "I do know that."

"I know you do." She kissed my cheek. "Let's get the takes out to the living room. Once were done with that we should have a few minutes to ourselves before we have to start getting dinner on the table. I think we both need a little oral attention."

I grinned at her. "I'll make Chris's martini."

Good Husband: I read the whole story
so far, and I'm really really happy that
I dropped in again. I go to Literotica to read
all your ouvre, (I think it means egg) and
I wish I were the husband in all your stories.
Speaking of "the Devil Wears High Heels", I think
you let a lot of love slip in there too. I like
the heroine even more than the rest
of your beautiful dominatrices.
I'm trying to say that your characters
are enthralling, I love the love in the stories
and keep on keeping on.

Another great scene GH. I think part of what you create her mirrors the real situation in these relationships. Sex within a marriage sometimes will happen because one party wants it that night much more than the other. It will be loving still, but unlikely then to have quite the spark.

Sex with a lover will nearly always be because both parties want it. Badly. Enough to cheat sometimes, or risk something else. In this act there is no point in holding back, in striking a pose. It may be the last time for all they know, they will both give it everything.

You have given Kelly the ability to switch between her lover and her husband very quickly. To concentrate on one, then the other with intensity. It is the switch away which is still getting at Timmy. Of course he is still young. Her more experienced lovers do not have the same reaction when she switches from them to him. It's all about whose eyes we look through.

The great beauty of this story is how well is hangs together no matter whose eyes we see it through. I think that is one mark of a very gifted writer, one who has written a lot and is distilling much of the best of it into this story.

Thanks.

Peak said it brilliantly GH, you are absolutely in the zone with your writing. I'm completely caught up in the lives and loves of your gang. Apparently that writers block a little while ago has completely dissipated!

Thanks for the story and all of your hard work that has gone into it. I have been enjoying it immensely.

tamlyonne

Thank you, that was a very nice comment. I appreciate it and I'm glad you took a moment to tell me.

GH

Peak

Thank you, as usual I think you are right on the money. One of my goals when I started writing this story was to try to show the evolution of a cuckold hot wife marriage. Of course as I'm doing it I like to throw in a little fantasy.

Thanks

GH

Thanks Storm As always I appreciate your comments

GH

I am sorry these next segments have been so long in coming. There are three of them and for reamisters that I think will become apparent I wanted to post them as a group

GH

While I was making another martini for Chris, Mandy was setting up a tray with the three margarita's for the women and the two bottles of beer for Gary and Antoine. As soon as I was finished I placed Chris's take on the tray. After Mandy added a small stack of napkins I picked it up.

"I'll carry this into the living room and set it on the coffee table next to the appetizers. We can serve the takes from there."

Mandy nodded. "I'm right behind you studman."

When we entered the living room I stopped. Kelly was on her knees between Chris's legs. She was sucking his cock. Tonya and Keisha were in exactly the same position, giving blow jobs to their dates.

Mandy stood next to me and whispered. "I guess we aren't the only ones who feel the need for a little oral attention."

"Do you think they still want their takes?"

Mandy giggled. "Oh yes, cock sucking is very thirsty work."

I laughed. "I wouldn't know."

Mandy pinched my butt. "Oh yes you do. It's just like pussy licking and I understand that's one of your favorite pastimes."

Suddenly Tonya sat up and looked at us. "How about if the two of you quit jabbering and bring us our cocktails. Cock sucking does happen to be thirsty work. One of Timmy's famous margaritas is going to taste very good right now."

Of course Tonya's comment caught everyone's attention so now all six of them were watching us.

I set the tray on the coffee table and brought Kelly her margarita and Chris his fresh martini. As I placed them on the table next to their chair I said; "Ms. Mamister, your margarita and Mr. Kendrick's your martini."

Kelly nodded and in a very imperious tone of voice said, "Thank you dicklet, your margarita's are always excellent." Without further ado she put Chris's cock back into her mouth and started sucking him again. I had been summarily dismissed.

Chris picked up his cocktail. After he took a sip he smacked his lips and said, "Dicklet, you do know how to make an excellent martini."

I nodded. "Thank you sir, I try." We were both playing our roles to the hilt.

I turned and looked at the coffee table. Mandy had already served the other takes. As I picked up the empty tray Gary took a large swallow of the beer Mandy had just poured for him and said, "Antoine my friend, there is nothing in this world that can rival takeing a beer while you're getting a blow job."

Keisha took his cock out of her mouth and made a big show of taking a sip of her margarita. After she set her glass back down she grinned at Gary and said, "I think that takeing a margarita while your giving a blow job might be better."

Antoine and Tonya started chuckling.

Chris picked up his martini, took another sip and held up his glass. "I think that takeing a martini that was just served by the husband of the woman who is giving you your blow job might be best of all."

My wife looked up at her boyfriend and snickered. "We can make the pathetic little wimp do that anytime we want."

When Kelly said that there was a callousness in her voice that caused me to cringe. I looked around. Everyone was laughing; but I felt that this time I wasn't being included as a partner in my wife's humor. Instead, I was the butt of her joke.

I looked at Chris. He was sipping his martini with what appeared to me to be malicious smirk on his face. Kelly had gone back to sucking his cock, but she was giggling uncontrollably while she was doing it.

I stared at the floor. I was too embarrassed to move. Suddenly all the frustration that had gnawed at me for the past year came rushing back. I knew that I wasn't thinking rationally, but I couldn't stop myself. The humiliating tee shirt, painted toenails, girls shorts and crude comments from Gary had been difficult, but I understood. They were part of our game. Tonight we were pushing our limits. It was supposed to be difficult.

Kelly's last words were different. In my head I kept hearing them over and over again; the pathetic little wimp, the pathetic little wimp. She'd teased me about being a sissy and a pussy, even a wimp. She called me dicklet and taunted me about the size of my penis, but she'd never told me that she thought I was pathetic.

I tried to pull myself together. I was afraid I was going to start crying.

Suddenly I heard Antoine say, "Timmy you're not pathetic and you're not a wimp. You're a good man and you're my friend."

His words were like a life ring tossed to a drowning man. I smiled at him and said, "Thank you."

The room was suddenly silent. Kelly took Chris's cock out of her mouth and sat up. She looked at me and immediately recognized my pain. An expression of horror crept across her face as she realized what she'd said.

I looked around. Everyone was staring at me. I had to get out of there. I nervously stammered, "It's time for me to start getting your dinner ready for the table. Please excuse me."

And then I turned and fled to the safety of the kitchen.

As soon as I reached my sanctuary I sat down at the table and buried my face in my hands. I already realized that I'd overreacted. I knew my wife, she hadn't given a thought to what she was actually saying. Kelly was impulsive and had a tendency to get caught up in the moment. She was adventurous. She loved to be daring and push the limits. These traits were some of the reamisters that she was such a good hostess. When she got excited my wife was willing to try almost anything.

I was just gathering the courage to go back to the living room and apologize for my overly sensitive behavior when Mandy walked into the kitchen.

She took one look at me and asked, "Timmy are you all right?"

I smiled at her and shook my head. "No, I just made an ass out of myself in front of my wife and all of her friends."

Mandy put her hand on my shoulder and pressed her side against me. "We're your friends too."

I nodded. "All right, I just made an ass out of myself in front of my wife and all of our friends. Is that better?"

Mandy laughed. "Maybe a little bit." She gently stroked my hair. "I think everyone understands what happened. Antoine's comment helped."

Suddenly Kelly burst into the kitchen. "Timmy please forgive me. I don't know why I said that. It was an asinine comment and I didn't mean it. I was just trying to play our game. I was trying to be cold and ruthless. I thought you'd like it."

She walked over to me. Mandy stepped aside.

Kelly stared into my eyes. "Babydoll, please believe me. I never even thought about what I was saying. It just popped out. It was nothing more than a crude attempt to continue Chris's joke.

There was a knock at the door. It was Chris. "And it was a stupid and callous joke in the first place. Timmy I'm sorry that I said it. May I please come into the kitchen."

Mandy waved him in.

Tonya and Keisha were right behind him. Tonya asked, "Mandy could we come in too?"

Keisha looked at Tonya. "Why are we asking for permission. They're slaves. We don't have to get their permission to do anything."

Antoine was standing behind Keisha. He answered her question. "You do if you want to enter the kitchen. In this house it's their domain. When we walk into this room we're all equals."

I smiled at Antoine. I was beginning to like him very much. "Antoine." I paused and then I asked, "May I call you Antoine?"

He smiled back. "Of course, but I would prefer Toine."

"Just like I prefer Timmy."

He nodded. "That's right."

"Toine, please come in and bring everyone with you.

Antoine placed his hand on the small of Keisha's back. "Come on Keish, let's go inside. Just remember you have to behave yourself in here."

"Toine relax, I'm not as stupid as everyone thinks I am. I understand the situation very well."

Tonya grabbed Keisha's hand. "Keish honey, anyone who knows you and has half a brain realizes that your ditsy routine is just an act."

Keisha giggled. "So how did you figure it out?"

Tonya rolled her eyes. "I rest my case."

Gary followed Antoine into the kitchen. He was shaking his head. "You guys are all pretty fucking confusing."

Antoine put his arm around his friend's shoulder. "Gary I want you to go over and stand between Keisha and Tonya."

Gary looked at the two women. The top of Keisha's dress was still pulled down and Tonya hadn't bothered to put her top back on. Their large breasts were fully exposed. He grinned at Antoine. "Yeah, I can be pretty happy doing that."

Antoine shook his head. "Tonnie, Keish; if he starts talking, take his cock out and start playing with it. That'll keep him quiet."

Gary stared at his friend for a moment and then he said, "Let me get this straight. If I talk they're going to play with my dick? Shit Toine, I'm not a fool. I'm going to start babbling like a maniac."

Tonya opened Gary's pants, took out his large semi erect penis and held it firmly in her hand. "Sweetie, I'm going to change the rules. As long as you're quiet I'll hold you like this; but as soon as you say something I'll let go and grab your balls instead."

Gary grinned at her and said, "My lips are sealed."

As soon as everyone was in the kitchen and settled I stood up and took a deep breath. This was not going to be easy. "Listen, I'm very sorry that I got upset. I was being overly sensitive"

"What's he so..."

"Gary, be quiet or we'll hurt you." This time it was Keisha. She was glaring at him.

Gary recognized the seriousness of her expression and immediately said; "Opps, my bad."

Kelly put her arms around me. "No Timmy, you weren't being overly sensitive. I said something that was really stupid and rude. Even for our game it was over the line. Please believe me when I say that I didn't mean it." She shook her head. "I didn't even realize what I was saying. It just kind of popped out. I was trying to be a cruel cuckoldress like the women in your stories, but it backfired."

I smiled at her. "I know. I realized that as soon as I got into the kitchen."

Kelly stared into my eyes. "Will you forgive me?"

"Of course, but I think I should be asking you to forgive me. I overreacted."

My wife grinned at me. "Let's both forgive each other and move on."

I smiled at her. "I like that plan."

Next to us Chris sighed. Kelly and I both looked at him.

He quietly said, "Timmy would you like me to leave?"

I vigorously shook my head. "Absolutely not! I want this dinner party to continue. Mandy and I have put together a wonderful meal for all of you and we desperately want you to enjoy it. Chris, you didn't do anything wrong. Your joke was actually pretty funny and when I think about it now, kind of exciting." I shrugged and sheepishly looked around the kitchen. "Sorry everyone, but I guess I really am a submissive, masochistic cuckold wimp."

I turned back to Chris. "Please stay, this party won't be anywhere near as much fun if you leave."

He sighed. "Thank you, but I still feel like I insulted you and that's the last thing I wanted to do. Timmy, I was hoping that we could become very good friends."

Kelly grinned at us. "I have an idea."

Everyone looked at her. She winked at me and whispered, "Just relax and trust me." She kneeled at my feet, untied the drawstring on my pink shorts and pulled them down, exposing my panties."

I bit my lip in embarrassment.

Across the kitchen Gary said, "Shit, he's wearing lady fucking lace panties."

Keisha grabbed his ear and twisted it. "They're just part of the game we play with him. Now if you want to have any hope of touching any of us again tonight you'll be quiet and stay that way until after we're out of the kitchen."

Tonya let go of his cock and grabbed his balls. "Gary we can give you a evening of pleasure that you will never forget, or I can hurt you right now. It's up to you."

He laughed. "The two of you just presented a very convincing argument. I'll try to be quiet."

Tonya smiled at him, let go of his balls and wrapped her fingers around his cock again.

Keisha kissed his cheek. "That was a very good decision big guy."

Mandy walked over to me and gently stroked my hair. "Don't worry about anything babydoll. Just relax and enjoy yourself."

I smiled at Mandy, then I looked down at Kelly. She winked at me. I laughed.

She grinned at me and said, "Are you ready babydoll?"

I nodded.

Kelly pulled my panties down and exposed my erect penis.

I looked around. Everyone was watching. I felt a little self conscious, but I was also very happy. There was a strong feeling of friendship in the room.

"Sit down in your chair sweetheart." As I sat down my wife pointed at my martini on the counter next to the stove. "Timmy, is that your cocktail over there?"

I nodded.

She looked at her boyfriend. "Chris honey would you please bring that over to Timmy." And then Kelly put my little cock in her mouth and began sucking me.

Chris started grinning. Everyone else did too. We all now understood exactly what Kelly was doing.

"It would be an honor." As he walked over to my martini Chris noticed a tray on the kitchen counter. He picked it up and then he placed my cocktail on it and brought it over to the kitchen table. As he set the take on the table next to me he said; "Mr. Jamiemister, your martini."

Next to me Mandy whispered. "Take a sip Timmy."

I looked down at my wife. She was looking up at me with my cock in her mouth. She nodded.

I chuckled and picked up my take. Everyone applauded as I took a long sip.

As soon as I set the take down Kelly took my cock out of her mouth and grinned at me. "So Timmy, how does it feel to be served a cocktail by a guy who's girlfriend is giving you a blowjob?"

I laughed. "It feels very nice, but do you know what makes it even better?"

Kelly looked at me with a puzzled expression. "No, tell me?"

"Knowing that the guy's girlfriend is also my wife."

Everyone was silent for a moment and then the significance of my comment struck them and they all started clapping.

Kelly put my cock back in her mouth and vigorously sucked me for a few seconds and then she stopped and stood up. "Do you feel better now babydoll?"

I nodded. "Yes, thank you; that was just perfect."

My wife walked over to her boyfriend. "How about you Bigdog, are you okay now?"

Chris smiled at her. "Yes, that was a very clever way to resolve this."

Kelly turned to Mandy. "Mandy I'm going to take Chris out to the living room and finish giving him his blow job. Will you please finish Timmy's."

Mandy grinned at her. "I would love to."

My wife took her boyfriend by the hand. "Come on Bigdog, we have some business to finish in the living room."

As they started for the kitchen door Keisha stepped forward. "Hey that's not fair. How come Mandy gets a turn with Timmy and we don't?"

Kelly stopped and looked at her. "Do you want a turn?"

"Yes I've been waiting all day to get his cute little pecker in my mouth."

Kelly smiled at Tonya. "You too?"

"Absolutely!"

My wife turned back to Mandy. "Is this all right with you?"

She laughed. "Of course it is and I'll bet Timmy would love it." She looked at me. "Keisha gives great head."

Kelly gestured towards me and said, "Help yourself Keish."

Keisha walked over to me wickedly rubbing her hands together. "This is going to be so much fun."

She kneeled in front of me. Her large brown breasts were still hanging out of the front of her dress. I gasped as she took my cock into her mouth and started sucking me.

Next to me Kelly giggled. "She does give a great blow job doesn't she Timmy."

I nodded. "Yes she does."

Keisha sucked me for about a minute and then Tonya stepped forward and tapped her on the shoulder. "My turn."

Keisha took my cock out of her mouth and grinned at me. "I'll see you a little later tonight. You can return the favor."

I laughed. "I'm already looking forward to it."

Keisha stood up and Tonya took her place. As Tonya was putting my cock in her mouth Keisha walked over to Gary. "Come on big guy, it's time for you to get your reward for being quiet."

As she started dragging him towards the kitchen door Gary said, "Timmy's a slave. How come he gets a blow job from all four of you and we don't?"

Keisha stopped and looked at him. "Would you like that?"

"Well yeah, of course I would."

Antoine laughed. "My friend believes that it never hurts to ask and I have to admit that in this case it's a pretty good idea."

Tonya took my cock out of her mouth and patted my thigh. "It's time for me to get back to the men. It sounds like they could use a little attention."

She stood up and looked at Kelly. "I'm game if you are. I'm betting these guys might enjoy a little variety."

Kelly looked at Chris. "What do you think Bigdog, are you ready for a little extra spice in your life?"

"Are you sure you'll be okay with this?"

I found it interesting that Chris was worried about my wife getting jealous because another woman was about to suck his cock.

Kelly smiled at him. "I think I can handle it."

He laughed. "Yes, I imagine you can." Then he shrugged. "Sure, it sounds like fun to me."

My wife nodded. "All right." She smiled at me. "Timmy, we need Mandy for a few minutes. Why don't you start dinner. As soon as were done with her we'll send her back to you."

Kelly walked over to Keisha and Gary. "Keish, let's give these guys a real treat. Mandy and I will double team Gary while you and Tonnie double team Chris."

She looked at Gary. "Big guy, have you ever had your cock sucked by two women at the same time?"

Gary's eyes grew larger. He slowly shook his head and quietly answered, "No never."

Kelly took his hand. "Come with me. Mandy and I are about to introduce you to a whole new pleasure."

As they were walking towards the kitchen door Antoine said, "Hey what about me?"

Kelly turned and rolled her eyes. "Toine, none of us can even count the number of times you've had all four of us at once. Right now it's your turn to watch for a little while."

He laughed. "Okay, I can do that."

Good decision, posting those three segments together, and well worth the wait. Timmy's unanticipated emotional reactions to the things that people - especially Kelly - say and do around him is very natural, I think. Although he's mentally on board for this trip there is no way that his feelings and emotions aren't going to be roiled by all of the changes in his life, and in his status.
Very realistic portrayal of slowly dawning acceptance throughout this fantasy story GH, with loving friends that we'd all like to have to help him over the rough patches. Well done, and thanks for the temporary escape to their world.

GH, I waited to catch up on your story and it was well worth the wait.
Thanks again for all the time and effort you put into our reading pleasure! Your stories are enjoyed by many.....
Cuck who loves a creampie.

Storm and cuck4one

Thank you

I appreciate your encouragement.

GH

Once everyone was out of the kitchen I went to work. First I checked the lasagna. It was baking nicely. Next I started laying all of the salad ingredients out on the counter so that I could toss the Caesar salad just before we served it.

I was washing up a few dirty dishes when Mandy walked into the kitchen. She was grinning and twirling her panties on her fingertips. Her naked shaved pussy was nicely framed by her black garter belt.

I smiled at her. "It looks like you had a good time." And then I saw streaks of what I immediately recognized at semen on her breasts.

Mandy noticed the slightly shocked look on my face and said, "You do know what it is, don't you."

I nodded. "I would guess that it's Gary's cum."

"That's right, your wife sucked him for few minutes and then she made me kneel between his legs while she jacked him off. He came all over my tits. As soon as Gary was done ejaculating Kelly told me to come in here and make you lick it off of me. She wanted it to be nice and fresh for you. Oh by the way, she also instructed me to inform you that if you refuse she intends to punish your insubordination by whipping you in front of the men."

When Mandy said that a shiver of excitement rippled through my body.

Mandy smiled at me. "Well dicklet, what's it going to be? A little taste of Gary's fresh cum or a big taste of the end of Tonya's whip."

I stared at Mandy. I was confused. Her attitude towards me seemed to have changed. We were in the kitchen, yet she'd just called me dicklet rather than Timmy. There was also an edge to her voice that I'd never heard before.

I quietly asked. "Are you angry with me? Have I done something wrong?"

She thought for a moment and then she said; "Yes, in a way you have done something wrong."

"Please tell me. It has to be a misunderstanding. I would never want to offend you."

"You told me that you're a submissive and that you want to be a slave."

"Yes I do."

"Then act like it."

"What do you mean?"

"If you really want to be a slave, then all this nonsense about being offended every time one of your superiors does or says something that might be a little insulting to you has got to stop. They're dominants. They can say anything they want to you. And you're a slave. You aren't allowed to have any dignity at all."

Mandy paused. After a moment she said, "Timmy I am a submissive. I love being a slave and I'm committed to being a very good slave. It seems to me that right now, you're just playing at it and that offends me. It's time for you to make a decision. You're either going to stop all this temperamental bullcuckolds brownie and start acting like a real submissive, or you're going to stop pretending you're a bottom and start acting like a man. What's it going to be Timmy? Do you want to spend the rest of your life on your knees or sitting in a chair?"

Mandy stared at me. As I thought about what she'd just said, I realized that she was right. I'd read hundreds of stories and spent hours fantasizing about being a submissive, but now that I was actually being presented with the opportunity to live that lifestyle, I was hesitating. I immediately grasped the reamister. I was afraid. In our culture men are supposed to be macho studs. Surrendering your dignity and choosing to lead a life that's contrary to that convention is frightening. As I stood there under Mandy's gaze, I understood that the problems I'd had that day were all due to the fact that I was still trying to hold on to the last remnants of the man our society dictated that I should try to be. I also realized that I didn't want to be that man.

I took a deep breath. It was time to let go. I smiled at Mandy and started to speak. "I want..."

She held up her hand and stopped me. "Actions speak louder than words. Timmy, a moment ago I lied to you. Kelly didn't make me kneel between Gary's legs so that he could cum on my tits. It was my idea. I did it on my own. Yes, Kelly did jack him off, but I was the one who made the decision to let him cum all over me. Kelly also never threatened to punish you with Tonya's whip. I made that up. Right now Kelly is much too worried about hurting your feelings to threaten you like that."

I slowly nodded. I didn't doubt that my temperamental outbursts were affecting the way everyone, especially Kelly, was treating me.

"Timmy if you really want to be a submissive cuckold, then prove it. Get over here and lick Gary's semen off my tits. If you don't want to be a slave, then get me a washcloth so that I can clean myself."

My decision was already made. I knew what I wanted. I smiled at Mandy and walked towards her. She put her hand up again. "If you decide to be a slave, whining and hurt feelings will no longer be tolerated. If I see that behavior again, I'll whip you myself."

I smiled at her. "I understand."

"Okay, so who are you? Dicklet or Timmy."

I walked the rest of the way over to Mandy, placed my hands on her arms and looked into her eyes. "I'm Dicklet." And then I leaned over and kissed her nipple.

Mandy breathlessly whispered. "Do it dicklet. Be a good little slave, lick up Mr. Simon's cum."

I found a large streak of Gary's semen and licked it up.

Mandy giggled. "That's right dicklet, show me exactly what a pathetic little wimp you really are."

I looked up at her.

She nodded. "You heard me. I called you a pathetic little cuckold wimp. Are you going to start crying pussyboy?"

I understood exactly what she was doing and I knew that it had to be done so I shook my head and quietly said, "No."

"What are you going to do?"

"Lick up the rest of Mr. Simon's cum."

Mandy patted my head like I was a little puppy dog. "That's a good boy."

I licked the rest of Gary's semen off of Mandy's breasts. It really wasn't that big a deal. The previous evening I'd licked up a large quantity of Chris's cum from both Kelly's pussy and the bed sheet between her legs. Semen has kind of a funky consistency, but it doesn't really have much taste. In my mind it's not all that different from eating raw oysters. Of course, you also have to consider the source. That's what makes it difficult.

As soon as I was finished I looked up at Mandy.

She looked down at her breasts and nodded approvingly. "That was very good pussyboy. Maybe you do have what it takes to become a proper slave."

Mandy patted my head. "Dicklet, obedient behavior is always rewarded. Would you like to cum?"

This had become an unbelievably exciting evening. Earlier in the day I'd bathed four incredibly beautiful naked women. Now they were all parading around the house topless. Our living room had become an arena of indiscriminate erotic foreplay. A few minutes earlier four beautiful women had taken turns sucking my cock. Since then all I'd been able to think about was Kelly's request to Mandy to finish my blow job as soon as she returned to the kitchen.

I grinned at Mandy. "Yes, I would like that very much."

"Take your shorts off and pull your panties down."

This was a direction that didn't have to be repeated. I quickly removed the pink shorts, folded them and placed them neatly on the kitchen counter. Once that was done I pulled down my panties. My little penis was sticking straight up.

Mandy stepped back and looked at my tiny erection. "My you do appear to be excited. Well what are you waiting for? Go ahead, jerk off."

I looked at her with a puzzled expression. "But I thought..."

"That I was going to suck your cock?" She laughed. "What would ever make you think that I'd be interested in putting a pathetic little thing like that in my mouth?"

I sighed and stared at the floor.

"Dicklet, are you about to start crying?"

I shook my head and quietly said, "No."

Mandy sat down at the kitchen table. In a very gentle voice she said, "Timmy, you're still my friend and I still like you very much. I have to do this. I think that both you and Kelly need me to do it."

She looked into my eyes. "You do want to be Kelly's slave don't you."

"Yes, very much."

"And I know that Kelly wants you to be her slave. Right now your love for each other is getting in the way. You're afraid of being hurt by Kelly and she's terrified of hurting you. I think the problems the two of you had during the past several months have made you both even more insecure. I am going to work with you so that you can get used to living with the offense, torment and neglect that can be part of a slave's life. I also want Kelly to be able to see that she can train you, discipline you and treat you like a piece of property without having to worry about hurting your feelings."

Mandy smiled at me. "We're going to start our first training session right now. It will end shortly after the dominants retire to their respective bedrooms to enjoy themselves. After your training session is over, I do plan to make love to you. That includes sucking your cock and letting you fuck me." She grinned. "In fact I hope that you're going to fuck my ass tonight. I think your little cock will feel very nice back there."

She took a deep breath. "But before I'm willing to do any of those things, you're going to have to start learning to be a proper slave and that includes understanding your place and knowing how to behave."

She stared at me. After a moment she asked, "Are you ready to start?"

I very nervously answered, "Yes."

"Okay, let's begin our first lesmister by reviewing a simple fact. It is very common for male slaves to be denied the pleasures that real men take for granted. Of course that includes blow jobs and intercourse, but for many slaves it also includes all forms of sexual release except occasional prostate milking. You do understand what prostate milking is don't you."

I whispered, "Yes." The concept was both exciting and scary.

"Many male slaves spend the bulk of their lives with their penises locked in chastity cages. I gather that you've spent a significant amount of time looking at web sites featuring dominant women and submissive men, so I assume that you already know all this."

"Yes I've read about it." I was trying my best to adopt a very humble and obedient manner. Pleasing Mandy had suddenly become very important to me.

"So when I invite you to masturbate, you really don't have any reamister to look askance at me do you."

I slowly shook my head. "No Mandy I don't."

Mandy was silent for a moment. She seemed to be thinking. Finally she said, "I think that during our training sessions you should refer to me as Mistress Mandy."

I nodded and then in my most submissive tone of voice said, "Yes Mistress Mandy."

Very, very nice, gh. Although i haven't commented recently, i've been following your story faithfully. It's amazing that every time i read a new segment, i feel like i'm catching up with a group of old friends. Superb work, my friend. priss

Well, GH. This is like old times, me trying to get a response in and finding that prissy has beaten me to it ...

I was just just wondering idly just how many of us here would willingly become slaves if only we had a Mandy and a Kelly to guide us. It's a serious question though. I'm sure some, in real life, would react in horror to any such suggestion, whilst others would say they would prostate themselves to Cruella de Ville (but probably wouldn't). The question really is just what would it take, for us to make the sacrifices in Timmy's lifestyle worthwhile.

I think you are close here to a (cuckold) mainstream acceptance. It's part of what makes the story (and Timmy's life) so attractive.

GH, I started to write a comment, but I can't find the proper way to express myself, so I'll just keep it brief. I liked the old relationship between Timmy and Mandy- this new one doesn't feel comfortable, but again, that's just me. That being said, you know I love your writing and this story and I will continue to look forward to each and every new segment. Just my .02 worth.

TrF2

Hey priss, I'm always glad to hear from you. Thanks for the continued support.

Peak

Thanks, as always you have a pretty good insight into what I'm trying to do.

TrF2

Bear with me for a little while, I think you'll find that things really haven't changed all that much.

Gentlemen thank you again for your comments

GH

Mandy smiled at my easy acceptance of her new title and then she said, "Now that we have all of that settled, it's time for you to begin." She leaned back on her chair and crossed her arms. Her thighs were slightly parted. I could just make out the cleft of her naked pussy.

I hesitated. I was a little confused about what I was supposed to be doing.

My failure to immediately respond caused Mandy to frown. In a voice dripping with annoyance she said, "Dicklet, I do not intend to spend the entire evening sitting here waiting while you dilly dally. Either start jerking your little pee pee or pull up your panties and get back to work on tonight's dinner."

I shook my head. The events of the last hour had me so befuddled that I was acting like a total oaf. Mandy's offer to allow me to masturbate had started this discussion. I should have immediately realized that was what she now wanted me to do.

I nervously stammered, "I'm sorry Mistress Mandy, I'm a little nervous right now."

"That's all right dicklet, I understand. She smiled. "Actually, being a little nervous while you're talking to a superior can be good. They often interpret it as a sign of respect."

Her voice became soft and gentle. "If you would like to cum, this is your opportunity, but you need to begin now. A slave should never try his mistress's patience when she's bestowing a favor."

I nodded and quietly said; "Yes Mistress Mandy, I understand."

This interchange with Mandy had been very exciting for me. I felt like I was actually becoming a slave. I grasped my penis with my fingers. It was already semierect and it rose to a full erection as soon as I touched it.

Mandy noticed what had happened and smiled. "You like being a slave, don't you dicklet."

"Yes Mistress Mandy, I do."

"It excites you."

"Yes."

"Show me how much it excites you. Masturbate for me."

My entire body was tingling with excitement as I started stroking my erect penis.

Mandy smiled. "That's a good little boy."

Those mildly demeaning words titillated me. I pumped my cock even faster.

Suddenly Mandy started to laugh. It was a cruel demeaning laugh. "Look at you. You are a pathetic wimp. You're standing here wearing a pair of lace panties jerking off for me while your wife is in the next room sucking another man's cock."

I stopped jerking myself and looked at Mandy. "You said that she already made Gary cum."

"She did, now she's sucking Chris's cock."

"But Tonya and Keisha were supposed to give Chris his blow job."

"And they did."

"I don't understand."

Mandy smirked. "Dicklet, it's really quite simple. After Gary was done ejaculating on my tits he announced to the room that Kelly had just given him the best blow job of his entire life."

She looked at me. "You do understand that your wife is a blow job queen."

I grinned at Mandy. I answered with a feeling of genuine pride. "Yes I do know that."

She took a moment to chuckle at the exuberance of my response and then she continued. "Keisha is very competitive and she took Gary's compliment to your wife as a challenge. She stood up and in that saucy tone of voice that she likes to use, she told Gary that he aint seen nothin yet and as soon as she got him back she planned to suck his great big dick right down her throat."

Mandy shook her head. "Antoine started laughing and told everyone that this sounded like a challenge. Tonya began clapping her hands and chanting, blow job contest! blow job contest!"

Mandy laughed. "Timmy your wife is every bit as competitive as Keisha."

I nodded. "Yes she is."

"She stood up, as she walked over to Chris she told Keisha that she could get Chris hard and make him cum before dinner was served. She challenged Keisha to try to do the same thing to Gary. If they both succeeded it would be a draw, if they both failed it would also be a draw."

"What if only one of them succeeds?"

"Then she's the winner."

"What does the winner get?"

"Antoine came up with the prize. The loser has to lick the winner's pussy while everyone else watches."

I chuckled. "I don't think that will be much of a problem for either one of them."

Mandy nodded. "You're right, and that makes it a very friendly contest."

Suddenly Mandy looked at me and frowned. "Dicklet, you stopped jerking your cock. Get going."

"I'm sorry Mistress Mandy. I got distracted for a moment. Please forgive me."

As I started stroking my penis again Mandy smiled approvingly and said, "Dicklet that was very good. You're learning how to be properly contrite."

"Thank you, I'm trying very hard to learn how to behave."

"I can tell. Now I want you to do something for me."

"Certainly, what is it?"

"I want you to close your eyes and listen to me very carefully. Will you do that for me?"

I nodded. "Of course I will, I'll do anything you ask."

"Good boy, now close your eyes."

As soon as my eyes were closed Mandy said, "Dicklet, your wife is in the living room with her boyfriend. He's sitting on the couch. His pants and boxer shorts are down around his ankles. Kelly is next to him. She's on her knees on the couch. Her naked breasts are pressed against his thigh. The hem of her skirt is up around her waist. Chris is gently massaging her naked rear."

I slowly stroked my cock while I listened to Mandy. The picture she was creating in my mind was very exciting.

"Your wife is holding her lover's very large penis in her left hand. If you look you can see her wedding and engagement rings. Chris is already erect again. His cock is in her mouth. Your wife is sucking him. Dicklet you know how good she is at giving head."

I whispered, "Yes I do."

"Think about the incredible pleasure that Chris must be experiencing at this very moment. I want you to try to imagine the sweet sensations he's feeling as your wife strokes and sucks his great big beautiful penis."

I bit my lip and took a deep breath.

"You know exactly what he's experiencing, don't you."

"Yes."

"Do you envy him right now?"

"Of course I do. How could I not?"

"What are you doing right now?"

I suddenly realized where this was going. I quietly answered, "Jacking off."

"While your wife is in the next room sucking another man's cock."

I whispered, "Yes."

I felt my excitement beginning to grow. I knew that I was supposed to be ashamed. Society had taught me that only a wimp, a pathetic wimp, would stand in the kitchen and masturbate while his wife was in the next room giving head to another man. But I was not ashamed. I was aroused. I was incredibly aroused. I couldn't explain it. I knew it was related to my masochism, but I didn't care. I realized that the why really didn't matter to me. It just was and that was all that did matter.

Oddly I was also happy for Kelly. I clearly understood exactly how much pleasure she was getting from sucking Chris's great big dick. I loved my wife. I knew that I always wanted her to be able to enjoy that pleasure.

"Open your eyes dicklet."

Mandy was still sitting on the kitchen chair. Her legs were spread. She stared into my eyes while she lasciviously played with herself.

I continued stroking my penis while I watched.

After a moment she stopped and stood up. She walked over to me and grabbed my nipple. I was still masturbating.

While she toyed with my nipple she licked my cheek and whispered, "What kind of a man masturbates in the kitchen while his wife gives another man a blow job in the living room?"

I excitedly whispered, "A wimp, a pathetic wimp."

"Are you a pathetic wimp?"

"Yes, yes I am."

"Say it!" She twisted my nipple. At the same time she reached down with her other hand and placed it on top of the hand I was using to pump my cock. She repeated herself. "Say it!"

I was unbelievably aroused. I felt the familiar warmth building in my loins. I whispered, "I'm going to cum."

Mandy twisted my nipple again. This time she was vicious.

I gasped from the pain.

"Say it!"

I cried out, "I'm a pathetic wimp!" And then I started to ejaculate.

As Mandy caught my semen in her finger tips she quietly said, "And I'm a dirty slut whore."