53 comments/ 50485 views/ 35 favorites How Much Do You Think I Would Bring By: Wifetheif It could not have begun more innocently., Eileen had walked on on a porno I was watching. The scene was of a wife auction. My own sweet wife watched for a while, obviously caught up in the fantasy, turned to look at me and said, "How much do you think I would bring, darling?" Eileen is gorgeous. She turns heads everywhere we go. She is five foot seven with long lithe legs surmounted by a succulent buttocks. Her long brown hair flows to the middle of her back and she has nice tits and lovely flat tummy. All of my friends call me the luckiest bastard alive. Winning Eileen was my greatest hail Mary pass. I'm not the handsomest guy in the world, but I made it clear to Eileen that she was my universe. I dated her with an intensity that bordered on monomaniacal and despite, intense competition from better looking guys with thicker wallets, I was the one who walked Eileen down the aisle. I pictured Eileen upon a stage and knew that she would bring in more than I made in a year. I answered her question honestly, "Honey, If you were to hit the stage and go up for auction I would never be able to afford to buy you. You would sell for more than twice I make in a year, easily." Eileen looked at me, contemplated my words and replied, "Do you really think so?" "Without question dearest." Eileen then got a far away look on her face and said, "Pity that we can't test that sentiment, isn't it darling?" "Definitely Eileen, definitely." My wife then left the room and I thought no more about the scenario. Well that is not quite true, after that I regularly jerked off to the image of my wife, naked on stage, being bid upon. It was a pleasant fantasy but one I knew that could never transpire. I pushed the idea to the recesses of my mind. Life moved on. Then the proverbial shit hit the fan. My employer lost several large government contracts. I did not lose my job but I did get my pay cut by over a third. Eileen worked for one of my company's subcontractors and she DID lose her job. We tried beating the bushes for part time and full time jobs but nothing turned up. Needless to say our bills began to pile up. In no time our savings were depleted. I was very close to cashing in what was left of my 401 K and we were making plans to sell the house when Eileen decided to act. It was a Saturday. I had just spent another fruitless day looking for a part time job to try and make up for the deficit when Eileen greeted me with a serious look, took my hand and led me to the living room. "We need to talk, honey." was all she said. I could tell by her entire demeanor that it was vitally important that I pay attention to every word. My wife gave me a kiss, handed me a beer and began to speak. "George, DO NOT say anything until I have finished talking. I have done some extensive searching on the internet and I think, no, I KNOW that I have a solution to our problems. I got the idea from the pornographic film I watched with you. I recalled how much you said that I would bring on the auction block. Well I have been in contact with certain parties and they share your opinion. In fact I could bring far MORE than you thought. For a one year contract I could earn as much money as you USED to make in five! It certainly has more appeal than struggling just to get by. With that money we could pay off this house, put a lot in the bank and indulge in some luxuries. After the year it would not matter if things never picked up at your work, we would be able to thrive on your salary indefinitely. There is a downside, you would be deprived of my company for a year, but I would spend every day once I was back in your arms making up for my absence. You would have an even better wife in a year." Eileen stopped speaking but a smile remained upon her face. She looked angelic. "Are you out of your mind Eileen? Parading naked on a stage being sold for a year to God knows what kind of pervert. You CAN'T be serious dearest." "They carefully screen their clients. I will no be abused or permanently marked. I WILL have to give the client all of the sex he or she wants but I know that going in. You should read the testimonials from women who have made use of this company. There is nothing seedy about it. It is a fantasy fulfillment outlet and nothing more. Do you really want to slave away for the pittance you are making now? How long can we hold on if things stay the way they are?. You will get half the money up front and the second half when my term of service is over; just like a book advance." Eileen had a determined look in her eye, but I tried putting my foot down anyway, "Honey, you CAN'T do this. Things will even out in the long run. You also have no way of believing that those people, whoever you have been in contact with, will return you after your year is up. I'll probably never see you again and you will end up being forced to suck cock and take it up the butt until whoever buy you tires of you and sells you again or kills you. Further even IF I was willing to let you do this how would we explain your absence for a year?" "They take care of that as well. For me, I can say I went to take care of Aunt Ida who is ill and needs care. No one but you will know that Aunt Ida does not need my help. They create convincing cover stories with documents, internet presence and an occasional real phone call from me." "Yes and they can just as easily 'disappear' you forever the same way! There is NO way I am letting you do this, darling!" "George, if that is how you feel I CAN do this alone!" "What do you mean?" I asked her fearfully. "Just what I said, darling, There is very little tying me to you and this house. I have no job and your income is certainly not what it was. I COULD enter service as a separated or divorced woman!" "Eileen, you love me! How can you say that?" "Yes I DO love you George, a great deal. But I also like some of the finer things in life. I would also like children. We could afford them on your old salary, but NOT on your current one. We have talked about starting a family nest year. Imagine the good things we could give our kids with the money I could earn. Kids are impossible unless your income rebounds and that is not likely with all of the pentagon cut backs. If I was single the money would go into escrow until my term of employment was over.' I was growing increasingly flustered. "You speak about this like its just an ordinary job. It is illegal and there is no way to guarantee your safety." "We are not guaranteed that we can cross the street without being mowed down by a random drunk driver either! Its a calculated risk and I am prepared to take it. As to it legality. Our society has produced more moralistic busybodies and Carrie Nations than is good for us. In twenty years this will be legal just about everywhere!" "OK OK," I sputtered, "for sake of argument I agree to this why should I be celibate for a year?" "George the payment is for your lack of consortium as well as my participation. Jerk off! If you absolutely HAVE to hit Craig's List and find a local professional. But, keep in mind, I promise you that the sex we have when I return will blow your mind!" Eileen and I conversed long into the night. Eileen met my every objection until I ran out of arguments. With tremendous reservations I agreed. Eileen was so happy she sucked me off, swallowed every drop, worked me erect once more and let me take a rare trip down the Hersey highway. "Here is a deal you can't refuse George," she said at last, "after my year of service I will be YOUR slave for my first year back home. WHATEVER you suggest, no matter how kinky, I promise you that I will not say no. I'll even put that in writing, honey." I was still feeling qualms when we met representatives of the "company." He was a well dressed businessman and she was a very beautiful veteran of the program. Their office was well maintained and in an expensive complex in the big city. They could tell that I had reservations and they spent a great deal of their time easing them. Knowing that my wife's mind was made up and terrified of losing her forever, I finally signed the forms they placed in front of me. Eileen signed hers as well and then disappeared into a back room studio to be photographed in the nude by the female employee of the company. Eileen had sent them bikini shots of her that I had taken, but they "needed better images for the catalog." I was limp and frazzled when I returned to our hotel with Eileen. My wife did everything she could to soothe my fears. Her sexual performance that night excelled even our honeymoon. As she came down from her orgasmic high Eileen said, "Just wait 'til I get back. I will have learned so many new tricks, it will be like you get a brand new wife!" At last I slipped away to dream land. I wish i could tell you that my sleep was untroubled. The next month crawled along. The wolf came closer and closer to our door but we persevered on.Eileen was given a very through examination by a doctor the company chose. Eileen said that he was very nice and friendly, that made us both feel a bit better. I still got cases of the jitters, but each case was less powerful than the previous one, still I was nervous wreck I threw myself into my work. Eileen made love to me like she did the first six months that we were married. I realized how much I would miss her sweet form and succulent pussy. Even though they were expected, I still found the arrival of our plane and limousine tickets to the sale venue a shock. Eileen settled her affairs. Not a single person on the planet questioned her Aunt Ida excuse. She canceled her magazine subscriptions and made sure all of her books had been returned to the library. I did not like the seeming finality of events like this. The plane flight was first class all the way with an open bar and french cuisine. It was a private plane carrying me, two other wives and husbands and a couple that consisted of two sisters. The older sister was chaperoning the younger one. All of the women on the plane were as staggeringly beautiful as Eileen. The women all seemed excited while the husbands and the older sister could not quite mask their butterflies. The "company" certainly did not look like a fly by night operation. We landed in Miami hours later. It was well past dark when we arrived and our small plane was shunted to a darkened area of the airport. A line of limousines soon appeared and each couple in turn exited the aircraft and entered a luxurious car. I had worn my best suit. Eileen looked smashing in her simple black dress. She knew that she would be nude on stage but she felt like dressing up for the occasion anyway. I noticed that the windows of the limo were darkened. Opaque removable plastic had been placed over the passenger windows and the rear windows. The divider between the driver and passenger seat was also black. "There is no turning back now." said Eileen. I could not make out the emotion in her voice. Perhaps some of my scare stories were now circulating about her brain as well. We opened the champaign, drank a toast to each other, the year ahead, and most importantly to the year after this one. We had just finished our first glass when our chauffer announced over the intercom, "Mr. And Mrs. Hampton, we will be at our destination in approximately forty-five minuets. You had best say your goodbyes now." After a pause he stated, "Don't worry Mr. Hampton, we'll have her back in a year, right as rain." Soft music filled the passenger compartment and we held each other close. Eileen gave me one last blow job. I tried to savor every moment as I watched her soft brown hair slide gently up and down. When Eileen finished, she faced me opened her mouth to reveal my seed, she winked, closed her mouth and swirled my cum around her mouth several times before she swallowed every drop and gave me an incandescent grin. We had time for some wonderful kisses and some great necking before the limo pulled to a stop. Both doors of the limo opened simultaneously. Two large gentlemen smiled at me and one of them said, "Step this way Mr. Hampton." Simultaneously two equally large men appeared at Eileen's door, "Step this way Mrs. Hampton." one of the men said to my wife. We exchanged the briefest of kisses and allowed ourselves to be separated. I quickly lost sight of Eileen immediately. I was led to a balcony above what I immediately understood was the selling floor. Suddenly I realized that this box had been sound proofed. There was speaker so we could hear what was going on. I gathered that the "company" did not want husbands or boyfriends to be heard by their women, causing them to get last minute cold feet. The other husbands from the plane as well as the older sister shared the box with me. There were also men whom I had never seen before. The look on their faces said "HUSBAND" in capital letters. We were made comfortable. Fine cigars and either beer or wine were distributed to all of us. Even the older sister accepted a stogie. A large handsome man strode into our box and told us what to expect. None of the information was new, it was however immensely frightening for all of us. The tension in the room was practically visible. About a half hour after we had settled into our seats several very attractive women entered our box. They were obviously models. They all wore identical sexy red dresses. Each of them handed us a small box and left. I opened the box which had been handed to me and my heart fell. Inside was everything Eileen had been wearing back in the limousine. Sitting on top in a separate jewelry box was Eileen's wedding band and engagement ring! The presentation of these boxes cause some grumbling amongst us. Our host quieted us down, "Gentlemen, you are here as a courtesy. If ANY of you becomes unruly you will be expelled fro the premises and will receive your checks in the mail." A short time later the stage lights went up. Even the guys afraid to watch were glued to the proceedings. I recognized the Master of Ceremonies. I can't say that I enjoyed his motion pictures but, somehow I had seen most of his movies. He cracked a few jokes and warmed up the crowd. He seemed to have real talent for that. After a half hour of his shtick he introduced the auctioneer, who took a bow, strode over to the podium and then the spotlight hit the first woman up for sale. She was gorgeous, an ivory skinned, green-eyed redhead. Behind her, projected on the wall, were nude photos of her. I assumed that the came from the catalog. The bidding began. I could not believe the figures I heard. She sold for millions of dollars. The next wife to hit the stage belonged to the man next to me. The tension was too much for him. He ran to the window of our box and yelled, "Lucille!" repeatedly and banged on the glass. His tirade lasted only a minute or so before three burly guys pinned his arms behind his back, gagged him and led him from the room. I understood exactly how he felt. The rest of us shrugged and continued to watch the doings below. Eileen was the fifth to hit the stage. On the one hand I took pride in how quickly her price rose on the other hand I was completely appalled at what was happening. If anything, the lighting made her look even more beautiful. I took a look at the photographs being projected behind her. Never had Eileen looked lovelier. Unlike some of the wives, she flashed a dazzling smile. Even from the distance I was I could see the glisten of the juices in her now hairless pussy. The tension as her auction price continued to climb almost made me woozy. At last she went fro a fraction under twenty million dollars. My cut would be six million dollars. Three million tonight and the rest a year from now when, Eileen was returned to me. I prayed that she WOULD be returned to me. To be honest the money was not foremost on my mind. I saw Eileen kneel on a satin curtain on the stage and two hooded men approached her. On of them had a collar in his hands. The other hooded person parted Eileen's long hair and the collar was affixed about her neck. A leash was fastened to Eileen's collar and she was led out of the spotlight into the darkness of the rest of the stage and into the hands of her "owner." I began to quietly weep. I was not a distraction so I was permitted to remain in my seat. I lost interest in seeing any other woman sold. I was lost in my world of personal grief until the house lights came on and we occupants of the box were escorted out. I was handed a cashiers' check drawn on a Swiss bank. Dumbly I looked at it. I had to be asked several times if the amount on it was correct. At last I came out of my fog. I acknowledged the figure and pocketed the check. As I was led back towards my limo, I re-opened the box of Eileen's effects. I inhaled deeply of her scent and perfume and wondered anew if we had made the biggest mistake of our lives. How Much Do You Think I Would Bring Ch. 02 The trip home was the longest of my life. The late night/early morning airplane ride was no fun. Not even the addition of a very cute, mini-skirted flight attendant for the return flight could lift my spirits. The older sister who had witnessed the sale of her sibling, wore a sober expression that matched my own. One of the husbands kept looking at his check. He literally had a raging hard on at all of the money he now possessed. The other husbands were quite, they tried exchanging jokes, but their banter was flat. Once our airplane arrived at the big city I drove straight home, even though I had not slept in over a day. I got home, crashed and slept the clock around. The house seemed so empty without Eileen. I looked through old photo albums, recalling our life together. I felt a bit like a widower. When she came home IF she came home would she be the same Eileen I had fallen in love with? Would she come home hard and bitter? I had no way of knowing. If she came back drastically changed would I even want to stay married to her? I realized that these questions were not ones that Eileen and I had even considered. Neither had they been raised by "The Company" I now realized for very good reasons. I opened the box of Eileen's effects. Once more I inhaled her intoxicating aroma. I found a chain and hung her wedding band and engagement ring about my neck. I wanted to wear them as a constant reminder of a wonderful past and a promise of a better tomorrow. I looked at the check but the vision of her up on stage being bid on by God knows who, had the effect of making the money seem worthless. Still I knew I would deposit the check on Monday morning, Eileen was working hard for this money and more like it. She had guts. Eileen always was a brave girl. When Monday came, after depositing the check, I buried myself in work. The everyday routine helped mask the apprehension, anger, and sense of loss that now otherwise filled my days. After work I started on a long list of home improvement projects. Eileen and I had already decided that we would stay in this house. It fit our needs and had a couple of extra bedrooms for children. We decided to be careful with the money Eileen earned. Whatever we decided to do with it we would not fritter it away or spend it on luxury items that we really did not need. We expected to travel a lot. Eileen talked about her desire to conceive a child in the Italian foothills. I could just picture the two of us watching Mediterranean sunsets and making out like teenagers. I'd been home for more than a month when I realized that I had not jerked off even once. I got turned on by all of the same things. My boss's secretary still had incredible legs. I appreciated all the women and girls that I passed on the street. I surveyed every page of Eileen's Victoria's Secret catalogs but when I sat down to try and jerk off to any of those images, I saw Eileen up on stage, heard the animal roar of the crowd, and little soldier simply turned turtle. I took the porno that had inspired our saga out to the woods and blasted the DVD full of holes with my shotgun. It helped a bit. I joined two different bowling leagues and spent as much time away from the house as I could. It took three months for the worst of the aches to abate. I thought about Eileen constantly. I had decided that once she came home I would not ask her a single question about her captivity. I realized that it was better that I not know. On the other hand would I take her up on her offer to be my slave for her first year back with me? Absolutely! She would owe me a year's worth of sex; I fully intended to collect. Thinking about that was the breakthrough I needed. I jerked off to Eileen in handcuffs, Eileen in her raciest lingerie calling ME master. My masturbatory fantasies to those images were the most potent I had ever had. To my surprise life went on. There were occasional cryptic updates from "The Company" in my e-mail. Most of them ran along the lines of "Your wife is adjusting well." or "Your wife wishes you a a pleasant weekend." The Thanksgiving Holiday arrived and I thought it best to get out of Dodge for the week. Telling everyone that I was going out to meet with my wife at her Aunt Ida's on the other side of the country. (Eileen had used the perfectly fit, if elderly, Aunt Ida's failing health as her reason for being out of town for the year.) I flew to Nevada and spent a great deal of money at the Bunny Ranch on a charming whore who looked a fair bit like Eileen. I ran her through some of the scenarios I had in mind for my wife when she was returned to me. It was money very well spent. After that I went hiking and fishing in the high Sierras. The pure mountain air helped to clear my mind. I took lots of photographs, I wanted to make a scrapbook to show Eileen how I had spent my time. There were two reasons for this, first I wanted her to see that men could scrapbook just as well as women; and two, to show her all of the progress i made on the house remodeling. Obviously I would leave out stuff like the Nevada whore. I ate Thanksgiving dinner at small restaurant in some Nevada hamlet. A nice family invited me to share their meal with them. We all had a wonderful time. The talk was not forced and was rather refreshing. It was so much better than spending the holiday alone. I did not visit my family because I did not want to answer nosy questions about Eileen. Eileen's family was not large and was scattered all across the country. They had not spent Thanksgiving together in over a decade. Back at my cabin that night I sat on the porch, jerked off and sat up until sunrise. Someday I would have to bring Eileen to this cabin and we could skinny dip in the lake under the stars. Neither Eileen nor myself are religious folks. I never actually prayed for my absent wife but I did hope that IF there is a benevolent force behind the universe that it would keep an eye on her for me. I realized that this year apart was a supreme test for me as well. No, I would not be put through the rigors that my wife was surly going through but not having her around was very hard on me. Oh sure I could have taken the money and vanished like a fart in the wind to start a new life somewhere else, but I love my wife. Would Eileen run away if I were a soldier stationed for a year or more on the other side of the globe? Of course not! If she were sick with cancer and could not provide me with sex or much in the way of companionship and her convalescence lasted for a year or more would I run and hide from my duty as a husband? Hell no! I clasped Eileen's rings in my hand and considered myself lucky to be called her husband. Yes I would treat her as a slave when she was returned to me but, even now, I knew that she would be a highly pampered one. I returned home feeling rejuvenated. There was surprise waiting on my computer, an actual, honest to God, e-mail from Eileen! I knew that it had been relayed by "The Company" because parts of it were censored. I opened the attachment first. It was a picture of Eileen, stark naked save her collar on a chaise by some pool. She was facing the camera flashing a huge smile. The sun had given her skin a very sexy brown tan. Her hairstyle was different from how she normally wore it, but she looked lovely. Then I noticed the background. Immediately behind her, standing in a line inches apart were the naked lower halves of four men, their large erections awaiting attention. The skin tones of the waiting cocks raged from light tan to deep black. All sorts of emotions ran through me when I viewed the photograph. I hoped that the letter was better news. My heart raced as I read, Dearest Husband, I am safe and well. There is not much that I can tell you aside from the fact that the weather is FABULOUS. My Master is (Censored) the demands that he and his associates make upon me are not TOO onerous. I am treated with dignity and as much respect as a slave is due. I am well fed, in excellent health, I work out regularly. I think about you all the time and hope that you are well. Thanksgiving was certainly different for both of us this year! I don't know when I will be able to communicate with you again so I will wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New year now. I can't wait to return to your arms! Love, (Censored) I re-read the letter a dozen times. I saved the photograph but paid attention only to my wife. For the longest time I did not know how to feel. I realized that anger or rage would eat me alive. What did I THINK her "owner" was going to do with Eileen, host Barbie doll tea parties? No we both knew going in that my wife would be fucked every way imaginable. I took solace in the fact that she looked so good. Obviously she was not being abused. Suddenly I recalled the bad memory of her naked on stage and I burst into a new round of tears. I hoped that the Eileen returned to me was a woman I still recognized. I took a great deal of comfort that she was thinking about me and missed me. A nagging fear which had clung to the back of my mind from day one was the thought that Eileen would be overwhelmed with the luxuries and comforts of life as a millionaire's play thing that she would abandon me for this good life. That fear that she would leave me gnawed at me under the best of circumstances but for the first time in our marriage it receded. She was still thinking about me! She STILL love me! She wanted to return to me despite the luxury she now dwelt in. That night I slept better than I had in months. I could see the light at the end of the tunnel. How Much Do You Think I Would Bring Ch. 03 As November passed and the new year beckoned, I continued to think or Eileen. She would be returned to me in late June. Every day I crossed another box off the calendar. I made many plans for her return. Since she had promised to be my slave for a year after her return to me, I dipped into our windfall and bought a leather choker studded with diamonds and rubies. This would be her collar. It was far more subtle than the large brass alloy one about her neck now. Most nights I thought about Eileen and jerked off to one of her pictures every night before I closed my eyes and went to sleep. The affair caught me completely by surprise. I had been at the local library researching something or other when this young mother caught my gaze. I would have left it at that but she took the initiative and began chatting me up. My wedding ring was obvious but she seemed not to care. Her name was Claire and she had just moved to town after a nasty divorce. She said that I had an honest face and she was sure that my soul would match. She wanted someone local to tell her the best places to shop and which restaurants to avoid. "Why don't you ask a local woman? I replied noncommittally." "Women are catty. I'm not looking for a shopping buddy or someone to exchange recipes with, at least not right now. I have an itch that needs to be scratched." My eyes drank her in, She had short blonde hair, sweet green eyes, crimson lips and a lovely face. I noticed that her body was rather nice. That it was every bit as nice under the jeans and sweater I was to learn a short time later. She corralled her kid, a nice enough seeming little girl, the spitting image of her mother; we exchanged numbers and she vanished. I had for gotten what I had come to the library for. The next night Claire and I met at an out of the way bar for drinks. We traded biographies and then Claire asked for a dance. I held her close, inhaling her perfume, with a start I realized that it was the same fragrance that my wife always wore! After a thoroughly enchanting evening Claire looked at me, her face oozing sincerity. "George, this is not going anywhere, oh I want you to take me home and fuck my silly, but I just want to get my feet back on the ground. My ex-husband said some very nasty things to me about my personality, my body and my desirability. I KNOW that nothing he said is true but I need a another man to demonstrate just how big a liar he is. A married man whose wife is conveniently out of town is just the thing. I'm not interested in breaking up your marriage. I'm not after another husband. I just need about three weeks to feel desired and enticing again. If you expect or desire anything else George, just pay for my drinks and politely leave." I really did not mind, later that night, when I was dining on her lovely golden thatched box that she kept screaming the name of another man. I felt more than a little guilty the next morning when I woke up alone in my bed. Her perfume, my wife's perfume clung to the sheets filling my mind with all sorts of conflicting sensations and images. In the end I justified it by pointing out to myself that Eileen was getting plenty of sex and, after all, I was a normal, red blooded male. The affair between Claire and myself lasted just over a month, ending two weeks past the arrival of the new year. For Christmas, she gave me a coupon good for ten blow jobs and three sessions of anal and I gave her a very expensive watch. In a weak moment I ALMOST told her where Eileen really was but I maintained the fiction. I was also very careful, to make sure that Claire never found out about the millions I had in the bank. I knew instinctively as long as I was working schlep George, that Claire would tire of me. If I were a millionaire however, I would probably never be rid of her. Make no mistake, it was absolutely wonderful having a beautiful woman to make love to regularly but Claire could simply not compare to Eileen. Claire has a nice body, Eileen's is finer. Blonde Claire could never entirely seep into my brunette soul like Eileen did and always will. As enchanting as Claire could be at times, I knew that she would never win my heart. Claire looked at me as though I were short term therapy. I looked at her as someone to help me over my loneliness. Our paths sometime cross. We might spy each other at the Food Lion or the K-Mart but no conversation ever springs up between us. Clare flashes me a wink and a wave and I return a nod and a smile and that is the extent to which our universes intersect. I note with delight however that Claire still wears the watch I gave her and I recall that the blow jobs and the anal were rather nice. The second extensive note from Eileen arrived on the Ides of March. No doubt The Company chose that date on purpose. I took it as a subtle joke, I'm sure, other husbands, more insecure guys, took it differently. As with the Thanksgiving missive there was a picture attached. I opened the picture before I plunged into the note. Eileen was spilling out of some rather skimpy, but obviously very expensive black lingerie. She appeared to be in her greatest physical shape ever. Her body was even better than when she left. My little man was erect immediately. I drank in every detail of the picture, I noted that in addition to her glittering collar, there was a very expensive looking, bejeweled ankle bracelet on her left leg. I wondered if it was a gift from her "Master" or a bauble as dispensable as the clothes. I knew it had to cost more than Claire's watch! I opened the e-mail, I read, "Dearest Husband, I am well and am exercising a great deal. The weather here in (Censored) is marvelous nearly all the time. My Master (Censored) is kind to me and his demands are nothing that I can not handle. I believe that instead of e-mailing you, my next message will be delivered in person. I really do think about you all the time. My Master says that you are a very lucky man. I can't wait until I am in your arms again! Be a good boy ... but not too good! Love, (Censored) I read and reread the letter. I printed out both the note and the picture. Feeling horny as hell, I stripped, got out Eileen's favorite perfume and one of her sexy nighties. I doused the nightie in the perfume and jerked off into the garment repeatedly. I envisioned picking her up. She would be returned to me in the same condition I left her, stark naked. I decided that I would buy Eileen a really cute outfit to come home in. More than that I would dress her myself when the time came. "What color dress," I asked myself," is best for a homecoming?" How Much Do You Think I Would Bring Ch. 04 Sorry for the delay in getting the end of this story posted and written. Life got in the way. ***** March transformed itself into April and then May. Even though I had been marking days off in black ink, I was still surprised when only as month remained until Eileen was returned to me. I focused on getting the home remodeling projects finished. I did not want my wife coming home to a disaster area. Every room was finished and ready for Eileen's return by the second week of May. The compound interest on the money offset by far what I had spent. "The Company" helped me fill out my taxes. The money all appeared to come from legal sources. Man, are "The Company's" accountants slick! To be honest my mind went through a lot of turmoil. The thought of he calling some guy "Master" and doing his bidding DID, more often than I liked to admit, make me feel like a sucker. It was only because I Knew without question that Eileen was not at her core a tramp that I stuck with the project. More than Once I thought of greeting her with, instead of a spiffy new dress, a frown and divorce papers. But then I realized that I had agreed to this as well. Had I been insistent, I probably could have talked my wife out of it. However, I had been dazzled by the millions as assuredly as she had. Eileen's promise to be my slave for her first year back also had a serious cock hardening appeal. I bought a fine filigreed gold chain of three strands. In diamond chips, the front bore a large Letter "E ." It would be far more subtle and a hell of a lot more inconspicuous that the huge ring of metal about her neck now. I also understood Eileen enough that I would have to soft pedal my "Master" role at first. All she had been doing for the past year was obeying, performing, and serving. Even a saint under the most genial conditions would soon tire of that atmosphere. If I tried to be a hard ass with Eileen when she was returned to be, it would drive her away faster than if I had been caught with three naked airline stewardess at the same time. A major component of my personality was fear. Would the woman who was returned to me be even remotely similar to the one i had seen auctioned off to a stranger? She hadn't gone to prison, she probably had not been abused, but she had been at hard labor. I had read a great deal about professional women while Eileen was away. Despite the orgasms and occasional luxury, it was usually a job consisting of drudgery and exhaustion. I understood, somehow that Eileen would be a spent rag doll after her sojourn. It was all quite confusing to me. I spent some money on a shrink. Of course I could not be one hundred percent honest with him. I told the doctor that my wife was involved with a long term affair, which was true enough, but that she had repented and now I needed to pick up the pieces. It turned out the doctor I chose was quite adept at helping husbands such as myself. Decades before he had been in the very same situation. He was still married to the woman who had betrayed him. His advice was constructive and helped me get a handle on my feelings. I now understood that BOTH of us, Eileen and myself, had been changed by this situation. We could NEVER go back to how things were but we could launch a new beginning. Eileen was the only woman I had ever truly loved. She was also the one human being who understood me the best in all the world. Our history was a good history. Doctor Harris taught me techniques to keep from obsessing about Eileen's "lover." The fact that he was a total stranger, and that I had never met him was actually, from a therapy standpoint, beneficial. I did not have the compound betrayal that would have occurred had she slept with one of my friends or business associates. There would be a lot of work for both of us. All this work would not be putting the pieces back. It would be creating a brand new mosaic. Since I had to face hardship anyway, I knew that the person I wanted to face that adversity with was Eileen. We had faced difficulties before, and we had faced those troubles as a team. There was no reason to break up the team because of a little losing streak. Eileen's year of slavery had begun as a means to help both of us out of a hole. Could I really stab her in the back for trying to help me? On some level I was a pimp and she was my whore, but those roles were not immutable. We could start again as George and Eileen. The work would be difficult and not entirely pleasant but if I was any kind of man I would march into battle. I would wage war with my emotions, especially because the peace I promised to win would give us both the best years of our lives. The money would give us the life we had always wanted. Eileen had preformed most of that hard work to give us that life but now I had a role too. Eileen had to feel loved, protected, and desired for more than her physical beauty and sex organs. I was best qualified to give her those things. Like the snake in Eden, Eileen's year of slavery would be in the garden of our marriage. We could cry and wander off to the land of Nod or we could try to stay in Eden and piss on the snake. I thought that course best for both of us. A week before Eileen's return, I went shopping for something for her to wear home. Aside from her rings I wanted everything to be fresh and new. I had her rings polished to a high gloss and bought some diamond studs for her ears. The underwear was very sexy, the kind Eileen like to wear when she was trying to entice me into bed. There were matching shoes and even a small complementary handbag. In the bag, I put things that would make her feel like a normal woman and wife again. Her driver's license, library and store cards, some lip gloss and a few other sundries. My plane ticket from The Company arrived in the mail at about the same time. Along with the ticket came a letter explaining that the ticket was the last freebie. Eileen and I would have to pay our own way from Miami. I have to be honest, those last few days were the most agonizing of the entire year. It took all my resolve to finally bear down and make the hard decision to take Eileen back. The vision of myself as a playboy, practicing dissipation with a string of first class tail had an obvious appeal. I knew that that life, however enthralling it appeared, was not for me. I was a one woman man. And the woman was Eileen and NOTHING could alter that! The same arena where I had witnessed Eileen auctioned off was far more subdued this time around. It was completely empty except for "The Company" employees and wives and husbands. I recognized a few of the same faces. The older sister, who had stood in support of her sibling, was there as were a few of the other husbands. I realized that a fair number of these women would be going home alone. That fact made me simultaneously angry and sad. Angry at the men for dumping women that they claimed to love simply because they had come into money. They were like the lottery winners you read about. Their first step after cashing their ticket was divorce court. I was angry at those men for being cowards, whatever they felt for the women they had pledged their lives, was not love. I felt profound sadness when I saw the first woman marched to the stage. With a ceremonial flair, their collars were removed and they rose expectantly, to an empty stage! I saw this scenario repeat itself several times. Looking at the hurt on their faces and the obvious pain in their souls, I knew that these women, no matter what fate held in store for them would never be the same. I was under no illusions that Eileen would be unchanged by her ordeal, but if I were not there to comfort her and support her, she would fare far worse. One of The Company's agents summoned me when Eileen's moment of return arrived. In the small valise, the clothing and purse that I had purchased. As I was led to my position in the wings of the stage, I deduced that the previous women had not been able to see if anyone had been waiting for them until after their collar had been removed and they were escorted to a specific spot. It was a final betrayal by "The Company" a last slap in the face for emotionally fragile women. It illustrated fully that they were just another capitalist, uncaring corporation. Now that the wives had served their purpose, they were dismissed like so many extra servants. I was pissed off royally but I forced the emotion from my mind to concentrate on Eileen. God, she was gorgeous. I had never seen her looking more fit. At that instant it occurred to me that I had almost forgotten how beautiful my wife is. She had a really dark and really sexy tan. Her hair hung loose and shimmered attractively under the lighting of the stage. Only the pensive, anxious look upon her sweet face, detracted from her radiant beauty. I took in all of her, the long shapely legs, the succulent shaven snatch, the flat toned belly, that navel which I adored ,and her always amazing tits. I would have been a fool to toss her away. In a repeat as to how she had entered slavery, two hooded men led Eileen to a silk pillow under a spotlight. Gently they parted her hair and unlocked the ring of metal about her neck. The muffled sound as it fell to the floor was one of the most beautiful I had ever heard. Eileen had teared up as she neared the spot where she could spy me. Even under the harsh lighting of the stage, the pale circle left about her neck from the collar was obvious. "George! Oh, George! " she cried as she ran into my outstretched arms. I had forgotten how wonderful her kisses tasted. For the longest time we just whispered each others names, made out like bandits and squeezed each other as though we feared that the person in our arms would vanish in a puff of smoke. An agent for "The Company" presented us with our second check. There were some forms to sign and then this past year would be only a memory. To my utter delight, Eileen loved the dress and every article I had picked out for her. That her wedding and engagement rings were the first things she slid on made me feel very good indeed. I placed my chain about her neck, as I did so I said, "You don't have to call me "Master," plain old George will suffice." It was so nice to hear her laugh again. It has not been easy. There are a million questions I want to ask. I know better than to press however, Eileen tells me what she went through in quiet moments, recalling her ordeal as though it had happened to a stranger. I really don't wear the title "Master" well. The first thing I let her do, after we had made the most passionate and delightful love of our marriage, was to sleep for two weeks when she came home. I do insist that her pussy remain bald, however. The first three months were the worst. Eileen had to reclaim a life with a year missing. We both felt bad lying to our friends, but the truth would have been worse. It turned out that the best antidote to Eileen's blues was simple domesticity. I'm sure the expensive psychiatrist assisted as well. Now we have an understanding. The sex I have with Eileen now is incredible, in some ways better than what we had, She really did come home with some new and very satisfying tricks. But all of it pales in light of the simple fact that we are back together again. It wasn't hard to decide that we should try for a child. Eileen wants to conceive in Italy. With no money troubles we can take as long as we need. It is wonderful to have her back!