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No One Could Beat My Life!

By: maninconn



No one could beat my life! No, really I am so serious. I was livin large. The investments I gambled on starting with paper route money I made in 7th grade were booming. Turns out with a little research, "high risk" was nothing but ink on a label, and a kid willing to study financial papers as much as his peers followed football could get pretty good at picking winners. By the time I finished high school, I had quite a portfolio.

My old man took a powder before I really hit my stride. He missed my high school career, and my sister's. She was so close to him, it tore her up, and took her years to recover. Mom was shattered too, so it was good that I could help out with the fruits of my labor. When college tuition time came around for both my sister and I, I just wrote a check. Pork bellies and timber futures had been very good to me, and investing in Intel, Microsoft, Apple and IBM during the tech boom had been....sensible. Hee hee. Sensible is right. Yeah, but that's my style, understated, humble, never let em know what you've really got and you'll never need it all.

So off to college at a small liberal arts school to learn business and finance. Yeah, I was accepted at Harvard and Princeton, but the thing I thought was by being a big fish in a small pond I'd get the attention I needed. And I did! My teachers were fascinated with my investment theories and how I had handled my money, and continued to make good choices. They gave me great tips on standard strategies and theories. I gave them insights into my own theories, which they quickly cited as "unconventional" but eventually labelled as "interesting." Interesting enough to try, and soon I was everyone's classroom pet, as their personal portfolios took some "interesting" leaps in value.

I wasn't a total nerd though. Yes I spent hours reading the Wall Street journal, but I loved the outdoors, and I loved physical activity. I lettered in soccer, wrestling and baseball 3years each in High School, and swam competitively at a club in the summer. I biked to school rather than drive, and ran frequently. I continued swimming in college, and switched to track in the spring. I was a natural candidate for the fledgling triathlon world, and always stayed in fighting shape. 

I was a confident kid too. My interests led me into frequent serious conversations with adults over the years, so I had developed some very mature conversational skills. I recognized powerful men, and studied their habits, and emulated those I saw that worked. I also studied the habits of strong women, and though adopting those behaviors was not always in the interest of a teenaged heterosexual male, knowing them would prove useful.

This combination led to an active love life in high school. When you get your name on the morning announcements for scoring the winning goal, or winning a match with a pin, you are an instant winner in the entire school's eyes. You beat the other guy, so a primal switch turns on instinctively in the female mind, and screams for your seed to meet her egg and create a super progeny. Or something like that. Actually, I had no time to learn about human instinct and behavior, I was kind of busy, so don't pay much mind to my discourse there. But i did get to study plenty about the female of the species. I studied every part of every specimen I could get my hands on. And I got my hands on plenty. That changed when I met Penny. 

I met my wife at college. She was from an old money family in Philadelphia, with a father who ran a very successful financial brokerage firm. I knew of his reputation, having invested in some of his firm's more aggressive funds. Penny was gorgeous, brilliant, and very compassionate, and was pre-med. she wanted to become a pediatric surgeon. She was not my first love, but I fell deeply for her. We married immediately after graduation. She was heading to Med School at Temple, and I was going to Penn for the Wharton Business School.

So we started off while both were immersed in grad school. My routines didn't change much. Classes, studies, and time to myself. Penny, however, had to put it in high gear with med school. I saw her every day, but usually for a short time before bed or for breakfast. It did place a serious strain on our marriage, but we were both aware this would happen, and were passionately committed to getting through this very difficult time, with no whining, and no crying.

I finished business school first, and since Penny still had years to go in med school and her internships, and since I really didn't need a job to continue reaping harvests of profits from my investing, I decided a couple more years at Penn in the law school would be interesting. I found law easy too. Sorry, but I tend to remember facts and dates really well, and the logic behind a good argument is a fascinating thing. So by the time Penny was finishing her residency, I had passed the bar.

So here I was, a Young Philadelphia lawyer, wealthy by my own designs, married to a beautiful young doctor with family money and social standing, a great house, a great car, plus i was handsome as sin, healthy and fit. I made frequent use of my motorcycle, my boats (i couldnt make up my mind which was better, sail or motor. i bought one of each). I had a ski home in Vail, season tickets to the Phils and the Eagles. Now what could go wrong?

Apparently Penny had ideas. I lobbied hard for kids. My law practice was very limited. I did contract work for a couple of small firms that didn't want to hire a full time associate, but needed extra help here and there. That left plenty of time to invest, and left hours available at the end of the day to care for the kids I so badly wanted.

Penny somehow thought kids would end her career. So she decided to rely on the most effective of birth control methods, total abstinence. Yeah, like I'd go for that. I was pissed, and she knew it. But I wasn't going to step out on her, that wasn't my style. I'm a "word is my bond" kind of guy, and I gave her my word when we married. So I poured myself into my work. You see a day trader makes more money the more active he is, and I became quite active. My legal work increased as well, both because my cooperating firms sent me more and because the clients they subbed work to me for began recommending me. Reputation is everything. I bought an office space downstairs in the same building we had our condo, and hired a part time secretary. My name on the professional directory in the building resulted in another bump in business, and soon I had to hire a paralegal to help me manage the load. The lion's share of this new business was either real estate or domestic related from other residents in my building, and people they recommended to me. 

She was cute. She dressed...attractively. She was also very married, and as I told you before, I was all about being honorable, and I wasn't about to mess with anyone else's marriage anymore than I'd mess with mine. So she would remain a pleasant vision to me, and a thorn in my wife's side. I freely admit that was a benefit I had hoped for when I hired a beautiful woman. I had hoped jealousy might drive my wife closer to me, but it only made her colder. She was so cold, I didn't dare touch her with my dick. I was sure it would turn blue as it froze, then shatter I tiny pieces as she laughed.

Yes, my imagination was vivid. Still I never imagined the nightmare that was coming. For this next three months, my wife barely spoke to me. We slept in the same bed, but she made a point of spending little time there. I tried to treat her as well as I could, dinner was on the table when she came home, and the home was clean and tidy. Wash was done, bills were paid. Her favorite flowers were on the table. Yet there was never a thank you, and barely a word from her. Meanwhile my law practice grew to the point I had to hire another paralegal. She too was gorgeous, she too was an extremely efficient professional, and she too was married. Actually she was married to Anita, my first employee. They were an all girl couple, and very dedicated. My wife didnt know this.

Hiring both of them allowed me to continue a significant part of my day in my research and trading. It also left each of them with a significant part of each day with nothing to do. So I sent them to law school. If my little one man practice continued to grow, I would need associates. It seemed to be the ultimate win win to prepare the girls that already worked for me to assume greater and greater roles, and share the financial gains. What Better way to instill loyalty and show your staff hey were valued than by training them, mentoring them, and then paying them well to share in your good fortune. I resolved myself at that moment to hire secretaries who would train as paralegals, then associates.

While my practice flourished, my wife didn't do so well. Se had joined a pediatric group earlier that year, but had made some mistakes. There was nothing life threatening or anything serious enough to bring out a malpractice suit. She was released from the group practice within a month of starting, and found herself black balled from similar groups, which was where the money was for a pediatrician. Poor references also locked her out from any contract work at schools or with local agencies. She was relegated to work at a hospital that had as poor a reputation as she did, in their public clinic. 

The money didn't bother her, but the low status of the job did. She was Philly society, and accepting anything substandard was a humiliation. Oh her trust fund still afforded her stylish clothing, and a car befitting a Philly doctor's status, but in social situations she couldn't rub elbows with the high and mighty as anything more than her father's daughter. Or her husband's wife.

Yeah, my success grated on her. I didn't want her family's money, I didn't need her family's money, and anything either of us had ever wanted I bought just by writing a check. Her father had once ridiculed me for it, for not using other people's money to help me get what I wanted. Leveraged buyouts, inside information, under the table deals, grease palms and tax loopholes were all a part of the creed of his world. We had many an argument about ethics, and I never left a doubt that I was not only playing by the rules, I was proud of it. I paid my taxes and played by the rules. Honor first, remember? 

He was frustrated by how well I did while playing it fair too. Research relay was the key. I found two opportunities through legal research for every insider tip he got. He'd brag about selling something at a 20% gain that he got a tip on last week, and I'd be able to counter that I did get on that deal, but had found it a month ago while pouring over my statistical models. I'd made twice his profit margin by buying so much earlier. He always dismissed me with a wave of his hand and a comment that in another couple generations I might catch up with his family's fortunes. I don't think he recognized the extent of my holdings, because he always waved the fact that I would need my own money if his daughter ever left me, since he had so wisely coaxed us into signing a prenuptial agreement that would forever keep our money separate.

So here she was, frantic to pay her bills without dipping into her trust or asking Daddy, and I was buying Rolexes. Me wanting no more from her than to be my loving wife, and mother of children that seemed to have no chance of conception. Of course pop was lurking in the background hoping to prove that this nouveau upstart was no match for his well bred daughter. The rest of her family made no bones about the fact hey believed she married beneath them. Her brother and sister hated me, and tried to ridicule me every time we gathered for a family occasion or holiday. 

Penny's mother however was a delight, and seemed my only friend in that corner of the world. It started when I showed her how to hit a more effective backhand. Yeah, remember me? The High School letterman, the collegiate athlete? We were at there house for a barbecue before we married, and she mentioned how Mildred Douglass owned her on the courts since she couldn't hit a backhand with any force. We spent an hour on the court in the backyard, and later that week she destroyed Mildred for a first ever victory. That day and a day on the links when I gave an equivalent boost to her short game made me her darling son, and quick to defend me when the sharks circled.

I really didn't need the defense, though I was glad of it. The kids weren't really very smart. Neither was their dad. Penny was the only one who was smart enough and had followed her dream, her siblings were living of their trust funds. However when they found Penny had cut me off, the sharks smelled blood in the water, and waited to attack when their mom was not around.

"So, can't keep my sister satisfied."

"Bet he's too small to fit inside."

"Either that or he has a hair trigger, and can't last for squat."

"For your information, my husband is fucking his slutty secretaries, he just doesn't have enough I left for me."

That did it. Oh yes, I played by the rules. Sometimes it was a sacrifice, sometimes it was a benefit, but I always followed a path that would do me proud. In this case my weapon was the truth."

"You can leave my employees out of this. They have done nothing to you, and don't deserve your ridicule. They are strong, intelligent and beautiful women. They are not my lovers. In fact they both have a sexual preference for women. In fact they are both committed to each other, they are not only partners, they are married. Did you know Penny cut me off from making love because she believes children will ruin her career?"

" Penelope! I hope what he just said is not true!"

Well they though Mom was not around. This was not exactly the conversation they wanted her to over hear. Penny's face blanched. Her mom's desire for grandchildren was well known. Her brother had been shooting blanks, and he and his wife had decided not to have children. His sister couldn't find a guy who would put up with her princess airs. In spite of her Dad's belief that I was inferior to his daughter, we were the best shot at producing an heir to the financial kingdom over which he presided. More importantly, both of her parents were devoutly Catholic.

The lecture began. You know, the lecture on doctrine, children were a gift from God, the wife shouldn't refuse her husband, questioning on Penny's views on contraception and abortion. Her jealousy towards my paralegals was called into question....did she have proof I was unfaithful? It was actually the first time her father had ever taken my side. Of course her siblings turned coat as quickly as could be imagined. Mom and Dad both going after Penny was irresistible. Suddenly they were acting like saints, joining in the fray. I broke it up, offering to,take my wife home, and continue this "discussion" another day. Penny stopped me. 

She gave me a pleading look, and took my hand. For a second I saw a glimpse of my old Penny, and my heart melted. She hugged me and whispered in my ear, play along with me, I promise if you do I'll make it up to you. She kissed me and clung to my hand.

"Tom and I had some differences to,work out. We still do, but we are going to weather the storm. It is just young couple stuff, made worse by the fact we are both just beginning in high pressure careers. I do have good news for you all though, and it is going to surprise Tom, because I just got the word today. I'm pregnant."

Well, doesn't an announcement like that just quiet a room! 

"I'm almost two months along."

And doesn't an announcement like that stir it right back up again. The family broke into he predictable excited bustle. Penny looked at me, her eyes pleading. She wanted me to back her up. I looked at the love in her eyes, and said to myself, "Fuck this shit!"

Well I thought I said it to myself. It was apparent from the shocked expressions on everyone's faces that I didn't keep that particular thought to myself. Penny dropped her glass, and it shattered on the floor. Her face was rapidly taking on the expression of someone watching a horror flick. I suppose it was a personal horror that was unfolding in front of her very eyes. It was to me too. 

It was pretty obvious where I stood. I wanted kids, her response was to cut me off in bed, and put me into a relationship deep freeze. It was her idea that I should wander the world sexually frustrated for over three months....three months of blue balls and masturbation. It was her idea to go play outside of the marriage while throwing jealous fits because I hired two beautiful women because my practice was expanding so rapidly I couldn't keep up. It was her doing to get pregnant, probably because she thought I was having affairs with my employees, oh yes that's for certain, because she not only accused me of it, she spread rumors to her family about it. Then she wants me to cover or her in front of her parents, and be happy for the fact that she is two months pregnant and hasn't had sex with her husband, me, in over three months. What part of this isn't a horror movie.

I'd like to say I was at a loss for words. I'd like everyone to believe I maintained my composure, and that I remained perfectly calm. But I didn't. As a matter of fact, like my prior spontaneous eruption on the pregnancy timeline I had blurted all that out without realizing. I guess I have some verbal control issues. Or maybe I was just stressed. Still, for good or bad, it was all out there now. No hiding what had been going on at all. I started feeling physically ill. 

I excused myself, and headed out for my car. I made it out the front door before I lost my lunch. I was doubled up in pain dropping all I had eaten for he past week into the front lawn when the maid caught up to me.

"Mrs. Pyne was concerned for you, and sent me to make sure you were ok. Let me help you inside, get you cleaned up and you can rest until you feel well."

I she had a towel and turned my face towards her as she cleaned me up. The bluest eyes I've ever seen looked into mine, and she smiled as she helped me up."

"Thank you, Miss ....."

She was new to the job, and I didn't know her name. I really wanted to properly thank her, so I let my voice trail to leave her room to introduce herself.

"Angel. I'm Angel," she said.

"Of course you are," I spoke to those blue eyes. Then the world began to spin away beneath me. Then everything went black.

I woke up in my apartment. I was in the guest room. I could barely see, the shades were drawn. I was naked. I couldn't tell if it was day or night, and the clock was unplugged, time was a mystery. My ankles were held in place. My wrists too. my knees, elbows and shoulders were likewise restrained, though these bonds were quite loose. Hey were not uncomfortable except for being immobile. Some one had taken great care with the bonds. They were soft cuffs, and though they didn't cut or irritate my skin, they were quite secure. 

I heard a scrape and a match flared. Angel's face bloomed out of the glow of the match light, and warmed more of her lovely face. Gone was the maid's uniform. She was dressed to kill, or maybe just torture. She wore a black leather get up, low cut in the chest and high cut on the legs. Jet black stockings were gartered to the leather, and thigh high boots. Black leather gloves were pulled above her elbows, and the long sleeves from her leather getup were tucked into the gauntlets. Her long blonde hair, which had been properly tucked up into the maids cap at the barbecue was now down, and cascaded in mesmerizing waves over the black garments down beyond her ample breasts. It would have been very captivating to be there by choice, but I wasn't. I don't take we'll to threats. I tend to fight them immediately, and I felt threatened.


No One Could Beat My Life!



I felt my body wake up, and as soon as I felt I had the power, I struggled against my bonds. However, the key bonds, on my wrists and ankles held me firm. I s I fought to find a way out, angel walked around the bed, and one by one tightened each of the loosened bonds with the pull of a strap. First my knees were locked down. Then my flailing elbows. My shoulders came next, and for the first time I felt an uncovered strap bite into my skin.

"I'd suggest you stop fighting it. You are really quite powerless, and the remaining straps will become quite painful if you struggle against them."

The next strap was wrapped gently around my upper thighs, fitted in a figure 8, and pulled tightly with two straps. She raised my head, and slipped in a pillow, fitted with a strap that permitted me enough mobility to look around the room. The room was empty. The photos of penny and I were gone. The knock knacks and personal things hat were usually on display were gone. The curtains had been replaced with black room darkening drapes. The bed had been stripped of its normal dressings, and was are up in blood red satin. The dresser beside me now held an array of sex toys, masks, instruments of torture and probes. If she thought I was going to just bend over and grab my ankles, she was mistaken.

"The lady of the house tells me her husband needs some attitude readjustment. She hired me to assist her. She was quite concerned with how you would accept the news of your child's conception. She hired me to pose as a maid for your mother's gathering yesterday, and my job was to keep an eye on you. When you threw your little tantrum, I followed you, and while cleaning you up gave you a glass of water. It was not just water. Two friends were waiting in a van nearby for an emergency call, and they came right in and loaded you up. We brought you home late last night, when your mistress let us in the back door. She will be here any moment, and we will begin your 're-education.' "

Penny walked in, dressed to kill. This was the woman I had loved, I had invested my life in. She turned a knob on the wall, and the lights in the room faded up on her trim figure. Her long legs flowed beneath the hem of her tight over the knee skirt. Her blouse clung to her trim figure, except at her breasts which forced the bodice open. Red lace peeked out from the bra that stained to hold her breasts. 

"Thank you Angel, he looks very good like this."

"Yes Mistress. You chose a beautiful man to be your child's Daddy. He is almost as beautiful as the man you chose to be your child's father."

They shared a giggle, then Penny reached over and took Angel's chin in her hand, and lightly drew the petite woman close.

"And neither is as beautiful as the woman I chose as my true love."

I laughed. I laughed hard. My body was convulsive with laughter, and neither woman liked it.

"You dare to laugh at me?" 

Penny wasn't happy. She sauntered over to the bed, where she could reach me, and viciously slapped my face.

"Mistress! You mustn't bruise your hands. You are a skilled doctor, I am your punishing hand. Allow me."

"Skilled?" Yeah, not my wisest tactic in my current predicament, but it was irresistible. "Skilled at what? Hey Penny, have any of your patients lived?"

She was pretty sensitive about her career failures. I knew I had pushed a no-no button, but we were well inside no-no land. All bets were off. However I forgot they were off for Angel as well. I didn't see her grab the riding crop off the dresser. I didn't see her draw it back. I did feel it's sting as it lashed across my thighs. I didn't hold back. I cried out and loud. I cried louder with the second lash, and louder with the third. Penny stopped her from another. Why bother? There were tears in my eyes already, and welts grew on my legs.

No one will hear you. Before we moved in, I had some serious soundproofing done to this room. I wasn't sure how I would use it, maybe fucking a lover while you slept would be fun. Maybe you'd prove to be of easily malleable character, and I could dominate you without Angel's help. Neither of those prospects worked out, but hey, the room will be very nice anyway.

You really blew it for me yesterday. My parents are furious, and are threatening my trust fund. Father dislikes you, and I'm pretty sure if I can get rid of you, he won't care. But Mother believes you're the second coming, and now sees me as living in sin for breaking my vows with you both by denying you and then having a bastard child in an extra marital affair. She has commanded me to make things right with you, and since she holds the power over Father, he is going along. I spent all morning in church praying and confessing, and now I'm here to make it right with you. Let me see, how can I do that? How can I get you to agree to raise a cuckold baby, accept me fucking superior men, and have Angel, my true love, live with me? The church doesn't exactly smile on girl-girl coupes you know, so we'll need a reason, a cover story for her. How can I get you to convince Mommy and Daddy that everything is ok here in Paradise, and hat my darling hubby is as happy as can be? Any ideas, Tommy?"

I had no intention of answering her. The lash marks on my legs stung like hell. No, I needed to chill. I needed some time. 

"Tell you what Tommy. Angel and I are going to our bedroom. We are going to spend some alone time together. When we are done, we will come to et your thoughts. If you are lucky, we'll go at it hard and heavy, fall asleep, and forget about you until morning. Then you can put an awesome plan together, and we'll feel much more....happy....and calm about hearing your pan. But first, my girl here absolutely lives disciplining men, it really turns her on! So I'm going to let her pay with you a little. It will make her deliciously wet for me. Angel dear, those welts look a little much. Try not to make any more marks or do anything permanent before we hear his plans. I want him concentrating on making us happy."

They kissed. I remember how it felt to kiss with Penny. She used to curl my toes when se kissed me that way. As each woman gently caressed her partner, I remember how it felt to have Penny's hand on my back that way. Each stage of their lovemaking reminded me of being with Penny. The familiar curve of her breast as Angel removed her shirt, the feel of the skin Angel's and stroked, the succulent butt that she exposed moments later. I barely saw the woman Penny undressed, strode and kissed. Angel didn't interest me in the least. Penny was the love of my life, and my heart was breaking seeing her like this. 

"Ok Baby, play with him."

Angel grinned and approached me as Penny settled into a chair to watch. I was already hard from watching Penny, but Angel expertly stroked my body. I guess they expected to tease me, maybe get something out of me, who knows what. However, I found the situation less than arousing. I've got nothing against people who get off on bondage and all that submission stuff, it just isn't my bag. If a woman is making herself available to me, I want her available to my hands and every other appendage on my body. I didn't get hard. At all.

Angel grabbed a gag off the dresser, and forced it into my mouth. I struggled in vain against the bonds, and as promise I could feel the straps begin to grate on my skin and rub those spots raw. I felt bonds being doubled up, and then one at a time pulled across the bed, and within minute I had been pulled off my back and onto my stomach. My ass was propped up by cushions, allowing easy access to both my ass and my genitals. Again the straps were pulled tight, and I was immobile. I felt the butt plug at the opening to my ass before Angel started to taunt me. It was small, and slipped right in. The invasion infuriated me. They had now crossed the line into rape. 

They turned the bed so I was facing away from the wall. Penny kneeled before me, her face inches in front of mine. Angel worked the butt plug gently in my ass as Penny spoke to me.

"Now you are going to learn how things will be. Angel has been with me since high school. I love her dearly, and she worships me as her mistress. She will do anything I ask. She can hurt you, "

I felt the butt plug pull out, then thrust back in hard. Out again, in again, until it was like a dildo instead of a broader flared plug meant to be stationary.

"Or she can give you great pleasure." 

The plug was replaced by a smooth cool shaft, maybe glass?

" We can keep you here, and never let you out. You'll just be another rich recluse to the world, but to us, you'll be a pet. We'll keep you in a cage, or in shackles. We'll use you for our sexual gratification, or for clean up duty. But you'll never get to function as a real man again."

I felt Angel gently caressing my cock, and at the same time, Penny drew close so I could almost taste her luscious lips. 

"But there are things you'll have to do. First, you will sign over control of everything you own to me. Property, stocks, bank and brokerage accounts, even your clothing. I own everything. Then I will own you."

"Next, you will sign papers adopting my unborn baby. It will be born with our family name....your name. And I hope it looks nothing like you." 

Angels hands felt good on my body. But my cock wasn't responding. I was seething rage, and for me, nothing was less arousing than being betrayed and pissed. 

"Penny, you told me he was strong. A real man's man. But here he has a naked wife in front of him, and a woman behind him fucking his ass for him, and he is soft as a noodle."

Penny was almost nose to nose with me. "Now listen Tommy-boy," she could be so condescending. "You are going to play by my rules for a while. Dear old Mom was pissed as hell at me. She's cut me off from access to my trust funds. There's something about a morality clause attached until I'm 35, then they are all mine. That means I have 7 years before I'm out from under her thumb. So I plan to live off your largesse, and you will live off mine. You see, my salary at that crappy public clinic doesn't pay for shit. so it turns out you are good for something, keeping me in the lifestyle to which i am accustomed. That means I'm taking charge of your money, and in return will extend you the largess of living, tough totally under my control." 

"At first there will be all kinds of inconveniences as we train you. There will be locks, and chains, and cuffs, and spreader bars, and we may even lock up your little cock. You won't be needing it. Of course well feed you. Wash you once in a while. Make sure your health doesn't fail. And if you are a good boy, there will be treats. Like sex. If you serve us well, we will grant you some privileges. We know it will be hard living with two women, especially when we bathe you, without some contact. But you'll earn those treats. For every 10 orgasms one of us cums, we will make sure you cum once. We will of course give you proper training, and as you get accustomed to your new roles, you may find you enjoy it. Many men like serving superior women, and I think you will too."

"Now I'll bet all sorts of escape scenarios are running through your mind about now. Forget them. I cut contact with my family when they cut off my money supply. I will go in to your office tomorrow and let the girls know you will be out for some time. I have a friend who will take your legal cases, and keep your girls so busy they will never notice you are gone. And within a couple of weeks of being running ragged by your substitute, they will quit, and we will simply fold your little firm. You will tell us everything we need to know to take over your financial affairs, either by your own will, or with some chemical assistance. Doctors have certain advantages when it comes to controlling someone, you will find me to be smarter than the average dominant bitch."

Of all the insane possibilities, I never imagined this. And with a very active fantasy-oriented mind, I imagined a lot. I knew I could outsmart them, but it might take time. There were certain safe guards in place already. Once a person acquires some wealth, there have to be. Wealth is a target and often a personal attack on the wealthy become is the best means to "transfer wealth." However, those safeguards weren't aimed at protecting me from my wife. This might take some time

"Now Tommy-boy, it is time for you to make up for tattling on me to my mother yesterday. If you can agree to be a good boy, I will take out that nasty gag. If that goes well, and you don't spoil the moment by talking, I plan to sit on your face. You are very good at oral sex, so I figure you can probably give me 2-3 orgasms. You'll only be 7 or 8 away from one of your own. You know Angel and I love to cum, so you could be very busy with us. And that means you'll be very satisfied yourself. Nice huh? So how about it, if I take out the gag, will you be a good little boy?"

My poker face sucks. i knew I needed to be genuine, or she'd see right through. I took a deep breath, and nodded my agreement. She smiled from ear to ear. 

"You know baby. We are both going to like this. I get my Angel here, living in my house, with the full blessing of my husband. I have a husband here, accepting my live in girlfriend, at both of our sexual beck and calls, who someday will serve as Daddy to the bastard children of my lovers. I have all the money I need from my husband so I can tell dear old Mommy and Dad to shove their trust fund up their asses. I have this beautiful penthouse apartment and all your cute little cars and boats and toys. Baby, I have it all....and all because of you. Now be a good boy and lick my pussy."

I obliged. I mean what could I do? I was bound naked and spread eagled with my wife's sadisticly crazed lesbian lover fucking my ass itch a butt plug, and my wife painting a picture of utter servitude. As she slid her pussy to my face, I choked back the bile rising in my throat. There was a baby, an embryo, growing just a few inches up river in that cunt. And it wasn't mine. Who knows what bugs I might be exposing myself to? But to refuse meant certain hell, from a hypodermic needle or the vixen reaming my ass, likely both. I needed time, and I needed to gain these bitches trust. I was going nowhere chained, and ay release depended on them. But I had an ace in the hole that they couldn't predict. If I could just keep up the image of submission and grovel to their whims until tomorrow. I licked for all I was worth.

As I licked Penny's oozing cunt....sorry for that term. Female genitals deserve better. A pussy is soft and furry, it is warm and wet. It purrs when pet, and pften moans if yours it long enough and with the right touch. That's a good name. A vagina is clinical and impersonal. Vaginas are for doctors and high school health teachers reference. Cunts are to be used. They are to be fucked and banged and slammed and...yeah. Aggressive stuff. Not love making. 

There is one thing about oral sex for me. I don't know what it is, but tat one thing is intoxicating. It drives me. It can own me. Penny owned me in that way for years, before she no longer had time for me. I made love to her pussy for hours. I kissed it, licked it, stroked it, guided it through orgasm after orgasm. I knew every fold of flesh, every hot spot in her sex, and I played her like a piano. Well, maybe an organ. Angel left me securely plugged, and once again worked my chains to trim me over. Once on my back and secure, Penny mounted me and rode my face like the was no tomorrow. She came again and again, and her juices gushed all over my face. I felt her body shudder with release, and finally she collapsed, her us say still by my mouth.

"You were right Penny," Angel spoke up. "He must have some skills! I never saw your body explode lie at before. You must've cum seven times!"

"Three." She said. "That was three orgasms, Angel. He isn't going to fuck either of us that quickly. Your turn!"

The little red head took Penny's place on my face. There was no gentleness about it, she sat right down and began working her clit on my nose. I brought my tongue up to lick, and she immediately slid her asshole to it. 

"Eat it Pansy!" She told me. "Stick your tongue in my ass."

I wasn't up to that, so I didn't. She grabbed my hair and used it as a handle to pull my head where she wanted it. Her attention shifted from her ass to her clit, and I responded with my tongue.

"Oh yeah Penny, he is good. I'm going to enjoy training him."

Angel's body convulsed and spammed like Penny's had. Again and again, her orgasms were obvious, and loud. Angel was a moaner. When she tired, she raised her pussy from my mouth.

"Very good boy. You almost made me cum. Someday soon you might actually fuck me. No, I said that wrong. You may earn the right to have me fuck you. Now if you would line to start earning that privilege, stick your tongue in my ass, and lick it."

She lowered her disgusting ass on my face. I didn't give in. She was persistent, but so was I. Finally she ground it down on my nose, the kneeled up.

"You will learn to obey mother fucker. If you had done me nice, I'd have washed you up and left you sweet smelling and clean. But this way, you get to smell my ass all day. And to make my point even better, you get to lay in this!"

She peed on me. Jets of warm pungent piss flew from her and coated my head. I had no escape. 

"We'll be back after lunch darling."

I dont know if I passed out, or if i slept. I know I awoke to the awful stench of Angel. " Of course you are." I remembered saying that ridiculous line at the picnic, and would have kicked my own ass for it if I weren't trussed up like a bull-dogging calf at a rodeo. My arms ached from being stretched. I was sore from lying in one position. The cuffs rubbed my skin raw. And try as I might, that fucking butt plug just would not slide it of my ass. 

Suddenly my misery increased tenfold, as Angel burst into the room. Actually, she didnt really burst, but the soundproofing Penny had put in was pretty good, and I had no warning Angel was coming. Note to self, no warning. But suddenly she was there, the pitch black room flooded with light, and there was still that fucking plug. 

"Wake up lover boy! It's Sunday night and we have company. We need to get you cleaned up and presentable"

She began the drill of attaching alternate cuffs so she could change my position without freeing me. Just as she finished, the door opened again, and Penny wheeled in a heavy stainless steel rack. 

"Hiya Tommy-boy! We are having a guest tonight, and you are in no condition for company. So we're going to get you cleaned up and dressed for dinner. Won't that be fun? You get to meet our baby's father! I know how excited you get, and we will need you calm, so we have this special rack just for you. Now if you cooperate, we can make this reasonably comfortable. If not, we will still get you attached, but I promise....it will hurt."

Angel, had finished my cuffs, and secured the loose leads over pulleys on the rack. As she turned a winch, the cables tightened and pulled me up. I moved with them as they lifted, and was soon moving off the bed under my own power....but following the pull of the cables. No sooner had my feet found the floor than they too were pulled outward by cables until my stance was wide, but I was standing. 

They guided the rack into the bathroom. I had wondered why Penny had insisted on large doors to every room. My enslavement hadn't been a spontaneous event because her mom had discovered her perverse tastes. It had been calculated since we planned this apartment prior to moving in.

The bathroom was ready for anything too. It had been finished with a tile floor, and the entire room drained to the shower, in effect asking the entire room a shower. They sprayed me down, and scrubbed me. I was given mouthwash, and they brushed my teeth.. Then I was oiled up with a scented massage oil, and wheeled back to the bed where i was able to kneel with modest comfort.




No One Could Beat My Life!



I remained there, in the dark, waiting. Finally the door opened, and Angel came in, with another girl. She was even tinier than Angel, with shocking red hair and skin so fair, it looked almost translucent. 

"Oh angel, he is so cute. Why on earth would mistress want to sissified him? He has muscles, and look at this ass."

With that she took a slap, and my firm ass barely moved. 

"Mmmmm Angel, if Mistress doesn't want him, I'll take him. Look at this cock."

"Now now, Shea. You know how our mistress feels. This is her man, the one she really wants to keep. Of course, that means he will need to be trained to be restrained. He needs to be trained to the collar, the cage, the cuffs, the lash and the paddle. He needs to learn to be kept. And how do we best do that?"

Shea batted her eyes at Angel as she answered in a stylized upper crust Southern accent, "Why with sex of course! Why ever would you ask. Now slave boi, we are going to begin your training in here where it's just us girls."

I was wheeled off the bed to a standing position. My ankles were bound to a bar that kept them apart, and the bar in turn was attached to the frame. Angel stripped of her clothing, and stepped close to me. I could smell her perfume, feel the heat on her skin. Her hard nipples slowly played on my chest. That's when I became aware of Shea's presence behind me, also slowly scraping her nipples across my skin. Kisses followed, as light as the nipple play. I'd never been with multiple partners, and this should have been the most erotic experience of my life. But I was a captive, not a willing participant. This was not consensual pleasure. 

As if on cue, their arms enwrapped me, and the pressure on my skin from theirs increased. Each had a hand on my chest, teasing a nipple, and each had a hand travellling south, Angel's to my cock and Shea's to my ass. Shea ooo'd with delight once she came into contact with my hard, muscular ass. Angel was pissed to find her target less than hard.

"Shit! He's soft! No man should be soft with two women all over him like this! Are you fucking gay!?"

There was no way I not ended to answer them. My physical strength may have been neutralized, but they hadn't beaten my mind yet. I was determined to come out of this on top.

They tried everything. They sucked my dick, they fingered my ass. They pressed tits everywhere they could reach. Then they got pissed. They inserted a butt plug in my ass. I gritted my teeth, and took it....every inch. They came around to gloat, but were met with a silent, furious glare. They saw my clenched fists, the veins sticking out in my neck, the face reddening with rage. They did not see submission in my eyes. They did not see my cock hardening, or the gentle flush of sexual arousal on my skin. But I could see the fear in their eyes. I had a butt plug in my ass. I was restrained, chained and suspended on a rack. But I had won. They were afraid. 

They gagged me and placed a hood on my head. The rack was jacked up until I hung from my hands, and I felt myself being wheeled away. I could feel the cool air rush into the room as the door opened. My arms stretched from my body weight very quickly began to ache. I could tell we were going to the living room. I could feel the heat from the fireplace behind me on my right when they parked me and lowered my feet to the floor. I could also feel the heat from the track lights that usually accented art on our walls, and knew they were directed at me. I could smell the pasta on the table, and even recognized the bouquet of one of my favorite vintages, a very expensive bottle from my collection. And I could smell his cologne. He was the only guy i knew who smelled of vanilla. Dan Benson.

Dan had gone to college with us. Penny and he had been fast friends since high school, but never romantic. He was quite the playboy, and once when I questioned Penny about her feelings towards Dan, she had put me down quickly for petty jealousy. Dan was only a friend. He could never settle down with one woman, and she could never marry a man who cheated on her. 

I wanted to lash out at them verbally. But I was gagged. I was tempted to thrash against the rack with all my strength, but the image of me raging against a very durable frame would be laughable. I wasn't about to give them something to ridicule. I knew my only strength was in my ability to endure whatever they hit me with, and not let them know what I was planning. Truth be told, there was no plan in my head, but I didn't intend to let them know that either. I kept quiet, and I concentrated on remembering each little detail, while keeping them in the dark about my thoughts. 

"Damn it, he isn't hard. What have you been doing in there?"

I heard whispering. Bits and snippets of the conversation let me know Angel and Shea were explaining how they had tried, but I didn't respond. The vanilla scent grew stronger as the three women whispered their arguments. I tuned them out. I waited and listened. I smelled. I felt with every nerve in my body. 

I heard his breathing, and knew where he was. I waited....and waited....then leaned my head back....now.

My head whipped forward with force. His face was inches from mine. I guess he thought it would be fun to play at ridiculing the guy who couldn't see and was bound hands and feet. I knew I would hit him, I just didn't know where. My forehead slammed squarely into his nose. He shrieked. The girls stopped arguing.

There was a great deal of commotion. Apparently his nose was gushing a great deal of blood all over Penny's all white carpet and furniture. Score one for me, I hated that decor. Someone scurried to the kitchen n for ice, someone ran for wet cloths, and Penny sprang into ER doc mode shouting orders. Nurses. Angel and Shea were responding to their "Doctor," as they too shifted into professional mode. 

Score another one for me. I was pretty sure all three worked together, and had at some point begun to play together. Dan was no doubt part of their little play group. This would all be quite useful information once I got free. 

The commotion eventually calmed. The doctor/nurse exchanges gave way to whispers about what they were going to do next. I sensed the women coming closer. I knew Dan was hurting, and probably applying ice to his nose and the eyes that would both be a lovely shade of purplish blue tomorrow. The vanilla scent was not getting closer, it was just the girls.

The frame was jacked up again, and I felt my feet lift, and my arms take the weight of my body again. Yup, that frame was a marvel of welded engineering. However the cuffs were another story. I guess over the counter BDSM vendors know they are only restraining willing victims. This time, as they raised my full weight off the floor, I felt the right cuff give a little. I pulled at my right arm, placing more of my body weight on that weak link. It wasn't going to happen quickly, but something was going to give.

Then I felt a sting on my ass. It didnt take a genius to figure out one of the BDSM babes was trying out her skills with a whip, or a crop or a stick or whatever the latest trendy implement of torture piqued her interest. It was followed quickly by another sting on my other cheek. This one was one of those nifty little gadgets with lots of tentacles slapping at once. I know they weren't using full force, but it hurt like hell. People actually invite this shit? I could feel my ass turning red, when suddenly my dick was slapped with something.

The hood was ripped off my head, and Penny's eyes were right there boring holes in mine with her rage. I gave as good as I got. Neither of us blinked.

"You fuck up everything. All you had to do, was cover me with Mom. Tell her the kid was yours. Dave and I have planned this since high school. I found the perfect guy who could support our dream, and he has to cause trouble. You were supposed to keep me in enough money to raise Dave's kids. You were always this brown nosing nerdy pussy at school, you should be worshipping me, doing anything I wish. You should be happy to raise my lovers' kids! I would have gotten you standing in Philadelphia society. I would have been the arm candy that had you as the envy of all your friends. All you had to do was play ball, so Dave and I could fuck and make babies to our hearts content, without him having to settle down, without me having to live with the stigma of being the cheated on wife when people see him out catting around, while you sit around making your precious money. We all win!"

"But look what you've done to my Dan. You broke his fucking nose. Do you know,what he is going to look like all week? How does he explain this one? Well I hope you had fun with your clever little head thingy, because now you are going to pay."

The good thing about the lashes was hat hey alternated cheeks. I think the nurses were having second thoughts about the entire against my will element. After all, hey had come face to face with the rage in my eyes in the torture room, and minutes ago had seen me injure Dan while suspended on that bloody rack. The lashes weren't quite so nasty as the first couple, but you wouldn't know hat from the way I struggled and strained against my binds. And the little bit of give in the right side was growing and matched by give in the left side.

Penny continued her tirade, trying beat the logic of my accepting my role as a useless wimpy cuckold, and was getting quite worked up. Oddly, it was a stroke of her crop on my cock, that caused the thrash that broke the proverbial camel's back. As I twisted following the break of the crappy strap she had used to cuff my hands, I felt the left cuff pulling. It too gave way, now under the full force of my body weight in motion against it. I fell back into Shea, knocking her cane free. I grabbed it, and as I did, swung it upwards in time to block a swing from penny's riding crop, nipping her hand in the process. 

Penny wasn't much for pain, and instantly grabbed her hand. One look at me with the cane in hand backed Angel up against the window. There I was, outnumbered, feet still bound, gag in mouth, cane in hand, Angel and Shea a bit afraid but unharmed, Dan and Penny sore but not injured. Damn....things were looking up. Then, to everyone's surprise, a key turned in the lock. Just what we needed, another character introduced to our little standoff, and in walks Penny's mom. 

"Well then, are we having a lovely time? Tom dear, do finish freeing yourself, and run down to the bedroom for some clothing. You have a lovely body dear, but it's rather cool in here and I'd hate to see you catch your death of cold. Now Angel and Shea, please remove this apparatus from my sight, it's time we had a civilized discussion and this just makes me feel so medieval and barbaric. What you girls see in this scene I'll never understand. And before you return, please dress properly. Now Daniel, that's quite enough of the ice. It's time for you to man up and take your lumps. I've already seen the video of your little episode, and if you weren't teasing poor Thomas here, you wouldn't be hurt. And Penelope, you have some serious explaining to do about how you have messed up your life."

There are three voices that cannot be ignored. Once you have submitted to the authority behind the voice, you are forever bound to attend to it. A teacher can say "stop it" to her own kids in the supermarket, and someone else's misbehaving child will snap to good behavior 3 aisles over. A drill sergeant will. Raise his voice at the beach while off duty, and the head of every man or woman who ever served will snap to hear what he has to say. But the most compelling voice is the Mother's. The five of us silently and quickly moved to complete the tasks she required. 

It took me the longest to return to the living room. Hey, I thought it very reasonable to take a minute to apply a little lotion on my ass after the flogging and that damned butt plug. In the living room, Penelope and Dan sat on one couch, with Angel and Shea on the other. The torture frame was gone. Dan's eyes were quickly turning black. Penny's head was down.

"Now then," Penny's mom began, "now we need to put things right. Thomas has two wonderful employees, who discovered his predicament. Penelope dear, when you asked him to make sure the apartment was wired for security, did you realize he had certain sensitive areas wired with sound and video? When you carried him in last night, no one disabled the surveillance system, so all of the events of your little game was recorded. Angel, there is a recording of you bragging about drugging poor Thomas at my barbecue. I can't have the liability of such a crime being committed on my property hanging over my head, so unless we can come to an agreement about that, you will be handed over to the police for illegally drugging him. All four of you are complicit in his abduction, illegal restraint, and assault and battery. Angel and Shea, the footage from your little torture session will certainly be sufficient evidence of rape. Now I think we can come to some agreement that will keep everyone healthy and out of jail, but you'll all have to agree to terms."

I thought to myself, whatever happened that night, there were two employees of mine headed for significant raises Monday morning. And a mother wearing a new diamond tennis bracelet from Tiffany's.

"All right then. Angel and Shea. Your actions involve rape, assault and battery, illegal restraint, kidnapping, and in Angel's case illegal administration of a controlled substance. They'd throw in possession, reckless endangerment, and some other nonsense, but in the end very little physical harm was done, so the most serious would be the assault and rape charges, and of course the drug charge for Angel. I would guess Shea would plea it out for 5-8 years, maybe paroled in 2, and Angel with parole in 4."

"In lieu of being charged, most certainly convicted, and incarcerated, suppose you served Thomas instead. You will continue to work your day jobs, however your checks will go to Tom, and he in turn will pay you he below minimum wage you would get in prison. He will supply you with clothing, hospital scrubs are similar to prison garb after all. Your uniform at home will be naked, as that is how you forced him to dress when you victimized him. He will Provide your food, health care, and a small space to live in. Shea will serve a term of 5 years, Angel of 8, and he will determine the parole, if any. In that time, you may not have outside dates, and family and friends can visit you only on his terms."

Faced with jail, and a certain loss of heir nursing licenses, both women agreed.

"There is also the matter of the rape. In most cases, rape is an act of violence. This is such a case. Totally incapacitated, Tom was forced to accept your teasing, striking of his genetalia, and was penetrated by a foreign object. Such acts are humiliating and degrading. So since you will be in his care living naked until your release or parole, you will make yourself available to him and him alone sexually for the duration of your incarceration.". I know Thomas is a good man, and has a good heart, so I am trusting that he will not abuse the authority this agreement grants to him. "

This brought an entirely different reaction from everyone. Angel and Shea deflated noticeably. Penny and Dan were stunned, as much from Mom's ruthless justice as from their anticipation of what was in store for them. The girls agreed. They were essentially my slaves for the next decade.

"Daniel and Penelope, you plotted to have Thomas raise your children as his own. This is first and ore most a sin, a mortal sin. You will have to make your penance with a much higher authority than mine. As for the baby, it is my grandchild no matter who the father is, and as such I will love it. But you need to make amends to Thomas. Daniel. You will pay child support at the level someone in our position should. You will establish a trust fund that mirrors your own, to be paid up in full by the time he baby is twelve. Your mother is fond of telling everyone who will listen that each of her children has a $15 million dollar trust, and hat doesn't include college. That's a little more than a million a year, plus footing the bill for college. Then there is the matter of the alienation of affection with Penelope. How long have you been sleeping with my daughter?"

Dan couldn't answer. He couldn't even look her in the eye. He stammered, and eyed his shoes, until Finally Penelope spoke up. 

"Since prep school."

"So the entire time you were dating, through the present you cheated on your husband. Right then, how often?" 

Neither could answer again. It just wasn't a comfortable thing to confess to your mom, I guess. "

Well, since you cannot answer yourselves, I will answer for you. I will assume 4 times per week since we are talking about your peak sexual activity years..."

Dan and Penny both began to object, but her mom, just raised her voice enough to let them know they were not to talk, he way only a mother can.

"...for eight years, of course taking off 1/4 of that for days when ou might be ill or when Penelope is on her cycle, is 1548 times. Now we can't compare these experiences to an encounter with a common street whore. I had tom's girls do some checking while you were dressing. A girl of Penny's breeding, education, and grooming would go for upwards of $2000 an evening, bringing our total to just over $3,000,000. So Daniel, your liability in this matter is just a bit over $18,000,000, plus half of your child's college costs."

Dan really didnt have a choice. He would lose everything if convicted, and stood to lose a lot anyway. HIs parents would not take well o becoming grandparents his way. His career, his family's social standing, and his career hung in the balance. Reluctantly, he agreed.

"Thomas, I am proud of you. I hope you will accept theses agreements and be able to move on. I have some marvelous people I can recommend if you feel you need counseling. I've watched you with my daughter, and I think she is lucky to have you. You've made so much for yourself after starting with so little. You deserved better from my family, and I'm going to see that you get it."

"And finally, Penelope. You've been a naughty girl! You are much to big for Mommy to turn you over her knee and spank, though perhaps Thomas should. Maybe that would snap you out of your Princess like fog and bring you back to the real world! But since it is unlikely that a man as sweet and gentle as our husband would physically discipline you, I will have to do so myself."

"You are hereby sentenced to living on your own abilities. Your trusts are revoked, and their assets are hereby given to your husband to use in the raising of his children. If his children are not by you s mother, I will still treat them as my grandchildren, just as Thomas will always be my son. He will take your place in my will as well. I know what you are thinking Penelope, Daddy will fix this. I Don't think your father will help you out, however, the money is mine. Your father's family firm was bought by my father when I was a child, and I am now the silent partner that holds the key to the safe. And I can imagine no better heir to that company than your husband, who seems to know money and markets better than your father and his high priced assistants ever could."

"So my dear, you have a choice. Make nice with your husband, or move out and support yourself on the free clinic's salary. You know, the salary that will have you shopping the discount bins and eating ramen noodles 3 times a day instead of champagne and caviar?"

" I suggest you Give him what ever he wants. After all, he holds the key to retaining the lifestyle you know. The sex should be epic, as remember he has Angel and Shea waiting in the wings, ready to fuck their way out of jail, and maybe beyond. Be a good mother to my grandchild you are having with Dan. Nurture it. Give him Dan's name, and bear your shame privately while supporting the child publicly. You might even learn o cook and clean a little. Pay attention to the daily pleasures and tolls of the average woman. You might find it quite nice. You will certainly find it different."