87 comments/ 77332 views/ 12 favorites Emails By: MarvinS Chapter One – Supper and the First Email. What I cooked for supper isn't important to the story, but what I cooked it in is. When it is my turn to cook I sometimes make stir-fry. I don't have a wok, but use a large skillet. Well, I don't know if skillet is the right word. It's not one those heavy cast iron things, but a no-stick pan with fairly high sides. It is sturdy and a bit heavy, and it works great for my version of cooking. I finished cutting chicken breasts into small pieces and was carefully coating each piece with corn starch. Chicken pieces when coated with corn starch fry up nice and crisp. My wife, A.J., and I enjoy them with stir fried vegetables on a bed of rice. Anyway, as I was coating the chicken pieces the phone rang. "Hi there, sexy babe!" I answered. "Hi, your self, Mark honey." AliciaJane answered. "What's up A.J.?" "Just checking on supper. Have you started cooking yet? I'm wondering if I have time to stop at the gym for a bit of serving practice." I replied, "I am just getting started. I have the chicken cut up, but not the vegetables, and I haven't started the rice yet. What time would you be home? It takes about forty minutes for the rice cooker to do its thing." "If you don't mind waiting that long, how about if I come home at seven?" "Sure thing, sexy babe." My wife, AliciaJane, is better known as A. J. Anderson in the women's tennis world. She was state champion in high school. She played tennis most of her college career, too, but an elbow injury kept her away from the courts her senior year. That was good for me. I wouldn't have met her if not for that elbow injury. Instead of playing tennis that year she spent time at the library. I helped support my college by working part time shelving books in the North Dakota State University library. That's where I met A.J. I won't bore you with the details of our romance, except to say we were married the summer after graduation. A couple of years ago she took up tennis again and played in a couple of amateur leagues here. During these cold North Dakota winters she tried to get in some practice two or three times a week after work. The gym over by NDSU has a room that is set up for tennis serving. There's a half court and a net. The other side of the net is some netting that catches tennis balls. A. J. liked to keep her serving arm in shape. More about that later. I put the rice in the cooker and started it exactly 42 minutes before seven o'clock. Forty minutes later I heard the beep, beep, beep of rice being done. I also heard the sound of the garage door opening. A. J. was home! I rushed to the side kitchen door to meet her – almost tripping on the shoes that I left there when I came home. "Hi, Sexy babe!" I exclaimed just before planting a big kiss on her cold lips. "Brrr....it's cold out there," she said when I released her, "but your lips are hot." "You can have more of my hot lips later, but now let's eat a hot supper," I said. "Speaking of cold, the last time I looked it was a minus thirty-three wind chill out there, and that was before it got dark." I divided the rice into two bowls and then covered those white grains with chicken tidbits and veggies from that skillet. You do remember about the skillet being an important part of this story, don't you? So is my wife's tennis ability, but I won't get into that just yet. Let's have supper first. A.J. put some soy sauce on her meal. I chided her for it. "Hey, you didn't even taste it first. Maybe it didn't need anything else. She bantered back, "I tasted it first last week when you cooked the same thing, and it needed soy sauce." I put soy sauce on mine, too. It needed it. We have this same discussion every time. I think it is a tradition. She might think I didn't love her anymore if I didn't mention tasting first before adding salt or anything. "Hey Mark, why is your laptop on the kitchen table?" "Oh, I left work early so I could buy some chicken and celery for supper. I need to finish checking my work emails. I will do that for a few minutes after my nap." I proceeded to the living room where my couch awaits. I take a nap after supper every night. It's for just 15 to 20 minutes, but enough to refresh me. When I woke up AliciaJane was sitting on a kitchen chair right by the couch. She had my laptop on her lap. "Mark, who is Betty Schultz?" "Huh?" "Betty Schultz, who is she? And why is she sending you messages to your office email address?" "I don't actually know Betty Schultz, but I think she's one of the newer people in our accounting department," was my reply. "People at work send emails to each other all the time. It's quicker than talking on the phone or visiting in person." "OK. Lover boy, explain this email from Betty," a now angry wife blurted at me. She read: "Hi Marc, Lover Boy! I sure enjoyed what your lips did for me last night. You owe me a new pair of panties to replace the ones you ripped off me. Tee hee. See ya Friday night!" I tried to tell A.J. "I have no idea why anyone would send me such an email. I don't know this Betty person. There must be a mistake." "You're right about there being a mistake. You made a couple of mistakes, Lover Boy! That's what your slut at work calls you, isn't it? Well, Lover Boy, it was a mistake for you to leave your laptop on the table right where I could see it when I cleared off the supper dishes. But that's not the biggest mistake. You screwed up royally when you screwed that bitch!" "A. J. I haven't screwed anyone but you ever!" I was almost shouting. "Liar! I have the evidence right here on this computer." She continued "Get out! Get out of my sight. No, better yet, get out of my house and out of my life." "I am not going anywhere. I have not done anything wrong. There is some sort of mistake." I cried as I stood up. She stormed out of the living room and came back with the skillet. "Get out!" She swung it at me. I lifted my left hand to protect myself. Smash. I think I could hear bones breaking in my hand. She swung again. This time the full force connected with my head. I was stunned. I staggered a bit. Then I saw the blood flowing off my face and down the front of my shirt. I decided to get out, as requested. And, of course, you now know why I mentioned the skillet and the tennis ability. Out the front door I ran. No coat. No shoes. Wind chill of at least thirty below. It didn't take me long to realize that I needed some protection from the cold and wind. I thought maybe I could beg her to give me my coat and shoes. I went back. The door was already locked and the lights were all turned off. No answer to the doorbell. I took off walking as quickly as I could. University Drive is only about four blocks away. I think there is a fire station a bit north on University Drive. Fire stations have emergency respond people, don't they? I don't know how long it took me to walk to the fire station, but I suspect it was close to a half hour. When I saw the sign with "Safe Place" over the door I was relieved. I entered. "I need help," I told the man at the desk just before I fell over. **************** Chapter Two – The hospital I woke up. It didn't take me long to realize I was in a hospital. My left hand was in a cast. My head was hurting. I felt it, or rather I felt the bandages. My feet didn't feel right either. I looked down to see them bandaged, too. "Hello, out there" I called to the open door. No response. I called again. A woman walked in. I concluded she must be a nurse. The smock was a give-away, I think. "Hello, Mr. Doe," she said. "My name is Mark Anderson, not John Doe." "Your chart says you are John Doe, and that the doctor authorized pain pills if you need them." "I need them." "Oh, Mr. Anderson, I think no one knew your name when you were brought in." She gave me two tablets and a glass of water. "I will let the head nurse know that you are awake." She left. A few minutes later another nurse came in. I think this one is the boss lady. "Hello, Mr. Anderson, I let Doctor Smith know that you are awake. He's doing his rounds, but will be here shortly. Meanwhile, I need to do some paperwork on you. First, who should I call?" "Call? What do you mean, nurse?" "You know, who should I call to say you are here? We didn't know your name until just a few minutes ago, and someone must have been worrying about you these three days." "Yikes!" I exclaimed "Three days! You mean I have been out of it for three days?" I pondered my situation for a bit. Should I tell them to call my wife? No way! She wants me out of her life and out of our house. Oh, crap, my boss must be furious by now if I haven't been to work for three days. "Call Jack Mason of Mason and Sons. He's my supervisor at work." Jack Mason is one of the sons of Mason and Sons. He is vice-president and is my boss in the engineering department. Mason and Sons believes in nepotism, as long as you are a Mason or married to one. I think at least ten family members work there. That's actually a small percentage of the work force though. There must be about 200 of us in the company. We build things. Not houses, but things like bridges and factories and office buildings. My job in the engineering department is to review plans and blue prints to assure the structural strength and safety of projects. Hey, but that has little to do with my story. The nurse asked if any family should be contacted. I said, "No." Just then a young man came in. "Hello, Mr. Doe, I mean Mr. Anderson. I am Doctor Smith. I am one of the people taking care of you. I am a resident here at Sanford Hospital." "Hello, Doctor, the nurse here said I have been here three days." "Yes, the Fargo Fire Department First Responders brought you here Monday night. You passed out, probably from the loss of blood from your head wound. When the nurse was drawing a bit of blood for checking your type she noticed your hand. We did x-rays on it and examined the rest of you. You have some broken bones in your hand, some frost bite on your face, but the most serious situation is your toes. They were frozen. Dr. Henderson had to remove three from your left foot and one from the right." Dr. Smith talked a few minutes more about the recovery process and then left. The nurse person then proceeded to gather the insurance and other information that hospitals seem to need for patients. I slept after that. I awoke to see my boss Jack Mason sitting across the way. "Hey, Jack, I might not be to work this week, sorry I forgot to call you sooner," I weakly smiled. "Mark, I called A.J. on Tuesday when you didn't show up for work. She said you walked out on her Monday night after a little argument," said my boss. "Little argument, my foot! She chased me out of the house because she thinks I screwed some other woman. I didn't, but she wouldn't listen. I walked shoeless over to the fire department. They say I fell down when I got there. That might explain my injuries." I did not want to admit that my wife beat me. "Mark, I can't imagine that you would be unfaithful. You just don't seem like that type of guy." "I am not that kind of guy, but she apparently doesn't believe it .Jack, thanks for coming by, but I am starting to feel pain in my feet and my head again. I am going to ask for more pain stuff, and take a nap. Thanks for coming. Thank you for believing me even though my wife doesn't." Jack said goodbye and started to leave. I called him back, "Oh, Jack see if you can get my company laptop from A. J. It has files for that South Dakota pipeline project." *********** Chapter three – The visits Visit 1 – Jack and A.J. Jack Mason immediately went to my wife's workplace. "A.J." he said, "I need Mark's laptop. There are some important files on it." "You can't have it,' she snapped at Jack, "It has the evidence of Mark's infidelity." "A. J., that laptop belongs to Mason and Sons so you really can't refuse to give it to me, but I will let you hang onto it for awhile. I do, however, need those files. Here's a thumb drive. Please copy everything in the documents folder to it. When Mark gets out of the hospital I will get another laptop for him to use." A. J. looked surprised. "Mark's in the hospital? What happened?" Jack responded, "You kicked him out of the house when it was freezing out. He froze his toes and apparently got hurt some other ways, too." "Serves him right! He's been screwing one of your employees, and tried to deny it when I showed him the evidence. See for yourself. Here's a printout of the email that slut, Betty Schultz, sent to Mark." was A.J.'s bitter reply. "Now I think it is time for you to leave. At least now I know where to send the divorce papers." Jack said, "That's hardly likely about Betty. All she ever talks about anymore is her wedding plans." Jack left. He headed back to his company to have a visit with Betty Schultz. More about that later, but let's get back to me at the hospital. Visit 2 – A.J. and me At about nine in the morning on Friday I had a visitor. It was AliciaJane. I wasn't sure if I should be happy or be irate to see her. I decided being pleasant would be in order. "Hi Sexy Babe." "Don't go Sexy Babe with me you cheater," A.J. grumbled. "Are you going to get out of here soon enough for your rendezvous with Betty tonight. Did you buy her new panties yet?" "AliciaJane! I have not had an affair with Betty or anyone else. I really don't know why I got that email." I was starting to worry about A.J.'s intentions with her visit. "Get off it, Mark. You know you have been screwing around," she loudly proclaimed as she started to stomp closer toward me. I panicked. Was she going to hit me again? I pushed the little button for calling the nurse's station. I shouted "Help! Help! Somebody help me!" I didn't know nurses could respond so quickly. Two of them showed up right away. "Get this woman away from me," I cried. "She's the one who hurt me before, and I think she's trying to do it again! Get her out of here! I never want to be the same room with my wife again." "Fine, I will leave." A.J. handed a large envelope to one of the nurses. "Give this to that bastard." One of the nurses asked, "That was your wife? She caused those injuries?" "Yes, she hit me with a skillet after supper on Monday. She smashed up my left hand and then split my head open!" The other nurse gave me the envelope. In it were divorce papers. Reason for divorce: adultery and willful desertion. "I need some pain pills," I told her. Those pills do more than just lessen the pain; they put me to sleep. Visit 3 – the policeman A Fargo policeman was standing by my bed when next I awoke. "Mr. Anderson, I am Officer Swenson." "Hello, officer. Was I driving my wheelchair too fast?" "Real funny. I am here because the nurse's station reported that you might have been the subject of physical assault. Please tell me what happened Monday night." "Officer, my wife, AliciaJane also known as A. J. Anderson was angry with me. She hit me at least twice with a large skillet." The officer frowned. "A. J. Anderson, the tennis player? I often see her practicing at the gym. She has a wicked overhand!" "I know. She used it on me." I mumbled. We talked several minutes more. The officer took down a few notes and left. A couple of hours later I got a message from the police department. They will not pursue the matter anymore because A.J. said she was defending herself from me. It apparently is one of those "he said / she said" domestic quarrel situations. Visit 4 – Jack and Betty After Jack met with A.J. and learned that the so-called other party was Betty Schultz he went back to Mason and Sons. He asked Mrs. Jones, his fifty year old personal assistant (fancy term for secretary) to come with him to see Betty. "I need you to be a witness to a conversation," he told her. "Hello, Betty." Jack said when entering her cubicle in the accounting department of Mason and Sons. "Hello, Mr. Mason, how can I help you today? Or did you just want to hear more about my wedding? It's only three weeks and a day away now." "Later, Betty, but please look at this copy of an email. Did you send it to Mark Anderson?" Betty blushed. "Yes, it looks like one I sent to Marc, but that's kinda personal, I think." "Betty, why would you send such a suggestive email to Mark?" "Mr. Mason, I don't think it really is any of your business, except for me using company email for personal messages, I suppose. Anyway, why wouldn't I send romantic messages to my fiancé?" Jack pondered that briefly. "How can Mark be your fiancé? He's been married to A. J. for at least ten years. What's going on here? A. J. apparently was very upset when she saw that email. "Ahem." Jack's personal assistant interrupted. "Jack, I think there has been a mix-up." Mrs. Jones continued, "Betty, show us your address book on the company email." They examined the alphabetical listing of all Mason and Sons email addresses. There was at least one more address that Betty had added. Jack exclaimed, "Mystery solved. Now let's go save Mark's marriage." ********** Chapter four – the second email Late Friday afternoon I was moved from my hospital room to a nearby nursing home. It seems that the nursing home has a wing for surgery recovery people. I was in a wheelchair. I can't walk yet due to having toes chopped off, and I can't use crutches because of the cast on my hand. I got a delivery from Mason and Sons. It was a laptop for me to use. The IT department set it up so I could retrieve all emails for the past couple of weeks. I just wanted to see for myself this alleged evidence of my screwing around. The very first message – at the top of the page – was one from A.J. with an attachment. I opened it. What did I see? A picture of A.J. with her legs wide apart. Some man was on her. A sheet covered their lower body parts, but it looks like A. J. found someone to screw. The message was, "Revenge number one. How many more do I need to do?" I quickly responded. "AliciaJane, you have already done one more than you should have. I have never been unfaithful to you, and I am disappointed that you now are unfaithful to me. I will have a lawyer read those divorce papers you left with me." They don't have any beer at this nursing home. I want to get drunk. **************** Chapter five – meetings with lawyers Another email popped up. This one was from Jack. He said, "I took the liberty of asking our company attorney, Bill Schlafly, to represent you. He found out the name of A.J.'s lawyer and arranged for us to meet with A.J. and her attorney on Tuesday morning." Tuesday morning. A.J. and her lawyer were already at the conference table when Jack, our attorney, and two other people arrived. They exchanged pleasantries and then got down to business. Our attorney explained, "Mr. Anderson has made it very clear that he does not wish to be in the same room with Mrs. Anderson. He fears for his safety. I suggested to him that he was being unreasonable, but he insisted that he not be here. Please notice the camera in the corner. Mr. Anderson is watching on a closed circuit TV next door. He has a microphone in case he wishes to speak." A.J's attorney said, "We accept that situation, Mr. Schlafly, but I am not sure about including these other people." He pointed to Jack, Betty Schultz, and the third person. "Jack Mason is Mr. Anderson's employer; next to him is one of his employees, Betty Schultz." The attorney didn't get to introduce the next person when A.J. burst out. "That's the slut that Mark is banging!" She shouted. She started to get up. A.J.'s lawyer firmly said, "Sit down." Emails Ch. 02 Have you ever read one of those stories where the wife gets revenge on a cheating husband? Some of those stories are so unrealistic. I mean, how many wives actually tie their husbands to chairs and fuck some guy in front of him? Or, how many wives actually get videotaped screwing and then make the husband watch it? What I did wasn't that extreme, but at least it is realistic. I emailed a picture to Mark, the cheater. The caption I sent was, "Revenge number one. How many more do I need to do?" Can you believe the gall of the lying cheater? He emailed back, "AliciaJane, you have already done one more than you should have. I have never been unfaithful to you, and I am disappointed that you now are unfaithful to me. I will have a lawyer read those divorce papers you left with me." After I confronted him on Monday he denied even knowing that woman – that slut – at the very place where he works. He's still denying it. I am angry all over again. Yesterday, my husband's boss, or maybe I should say my soon-to-be ex-husband's boss, came to my cubicle at Brown Business. He, Jack Mason, wanted me to hand over Mark's laptop. I told him, "No way! You can't have it. It has evidence of Mark's infidelity." Until today I didn't know where Mark went, and I didn't care. Jack said something about frozen toes and Mark getting hurt. I think he said Mark is at Sanford Hospital. I really wasn't listening because I ranted about Mark being a lying, cheating bastard. After Jack Mason left, Irene, in the next cubicle came over. "What was all that about?" she asked. "I kicked Mark out Monday night," I blurted out to Irene. "Wow, AJ, why'd you do that?" "He's been cheating on me," I replied. Irene and I have been friends for a few years. Last year she met Joe. Irene and Joe are a loving couple, Irene is reluctant to make a long term commitment, however. I continued, "I need to talk to someone about it. Wanna go get a couple of drinks at the Dirty Bird after work?' "You bet," replied Irene, "I will let Joe know I will be late getting home." Today is not as cold as earlier this week. There was a dusting of snow on our cars. It took just a couple of minutes to sweep the windshield clean. Irene and I decided to meet at the Dirty Bird Lounge after I picked up divorce paperwork at a law office. The Dirty Bird Lounge is across the Red River in Moorhead. Outsiders often refer to the area as Fargo-Moorhead, but those of us who live here either say Fargo or we say Moorhead. I took 12th Avenue to Moorhead. Once across the river it becomes 15h Ave. The Dirty Bird is just a few blocks east of the river. In spite of its name it is a nice, clean establishment with well maintained booths and every woman's dream – super clean restrooms. Irene was waiting for me when I got there. She waved to me from a booth. As soon as I sat a waitress appeared. "I will have a Corona Extra, please," I said. Irene was already sipping of her rum and coke. "AJ, I will listen and I will give you a shoulder," my friend said. "You know how I hate this time of year, right? I guess they call 'em the winter blues. On Monday I was feeling pretty down. I needed a pick-me-up, so I decided to go to the NDSU gym to practice tennis for awhile. Exercise sometimes helps with my winter mood. I sure wish summer would get here soon. I need sunshine. I need to play tennis." Irene interrupted, "What's that got to do with Mark?" "Oh, yes." I replied. "I called Mark to let him know I would be a bit late getting home. That gave him extra time for cooking. A hot supper was waiting for me. The stir-fry he cooked was pretty good, but it needed soy sauce. Anyway, Irene, after supper, I happened to notice Mark's work laptop. He seldom brings it home." "And...?" I continued, "I saw an email from Mark's lover! She was eagerly waiting for Friday so she could feel his tongue and lips again." "Mark had the gall to claim he didn't even know the slut. His denial of the obvious truth was more than I could handle. I was furious. I still am angry, but nothing like I was on Monday. I told him to get out of my house and out of my life. He left." Irene asked, "Where did he go?" "I don't know. Oh, I guess he got hurt at work or something. His boss said Mark's at Sanford Hospital." "Are you going to get revenge?" asked my friend. "What do you mean by revenge?" "You know, fuck some guy and send Mark pictures so he can suffer, too." "No, I am not going to be unfaithful to my marriage vows. Mark's cheating does not mean it is OK for me to cheat, I replied, "but I wouldn't mind hurting him." "OK, then, how about fake fucking? Send an email with a staged photo. I bet I could get Joe to pretend to screw you. I could take some pictures. Send them to Mark and make him suffer." Irene's idea was sounding pretty good, but, I was on my third Corona by then. "Let's do it!" Irene made the arrangements and two more beers later we were at Joe's apartment. "Now, Joe," said Irene, "Remember, this is just pretend. You do not get to really screw AJ. Is that clear?" "Yes, honey," smiled Joe. Irene ripped the covers off the bed and gave directions. "AJ, you have to take off your top, but you can leave your skirt on. We will cover that part with this sheet." "Joe, take off your shirt and t-shirt. Your sweatpants need to stay on." Yummy, Joe appears to be one of those body builder guys. I think the term is six-pack for that tight tummy, and his arms, shoulders and pecs just shouted muscle. Irene has a gorgeous guy for her boyfriend. Irene had me lie on the bed, hike up my skirt, and spread my legs. My panty was quite visible to her and to Joe. Joe climbed on and got into missionary screwing position. He looked into my eyes with his steel blue eyes. Irene covered our behinds and legs with the sheet. "Yo, Joe, what's this? Feels like you are hard under those sweatpants." His big cock was snuggled up to my panty. His reply, "Well, how can I not be when I am between the legs of a sexy woman." "Joe!" That was Irene. "Let's not make it that real." Tell me again. Why am I in this position? Oh, yeah. We are having a pretend love making session so I could have a revenge picture to send Mark. But, I haven't had any sex five days. Joe was practically dry humping me, I loved it. I got so turned on I almost shouted, "Forget the pretend, let's really fuck!" I resisted because I am going to honor my marriage vows. Irene brought me back to reality. She said, "AJ turn your head a bit more toward the camera. Mark needs to know it is you. And, Joe, turn yours away from the camera. No point in letting anyone know who you are." Click. Click. Click. Irene took a series of pictures. Even after the picture taking Joe kept on rubbing up against me. If we didn't have clothes on we would be fucking. OMG, I think he would fuck me right in front of his girlfriend! Are all men cheating bastards? I thought back to events earlier this week. How could Mark appear to be such a loving husband when he is cheating on me? Sunday, the day before the big surprise, he made love to me in the kindest, most tender way. He started by massaging my shoulders. "Lie down," he said after a couple of minutes. I lay on the couch face-down while Mark massaged my neck, my shoulders, my back – and you know it, my butt. "You may unhook my bra," I suggested. He did. The massage continued for what seemed like a half hour. It was probably really only a few minutes though. "Roll over, let me do the other side." I rolled over. Mark gently but firmly massaged my breasts. He unbuttoned my shirt and slid his hand under my bra cups. Oh, ooh, aw. His gentle sooth fingers felt so good on my bare boobs. He leaned down to kiss a nipple. That just about always makes my private place tingle and warm. I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. "Mark, honey, I have another place that needs your attention." I lifted my butt and he pulled my pants off me. Presented for his viewing was one of Mark's favorite sights, me in my leopard print Vanity Fair bikini, not thong, slinky panties. One of his gentle fingers caressed my panty right over my most sensitive pleasure spot. My juices soaked my panties and Mark's fingers pressed and rubbed. My body shuttered. My body trembled. My body reacted almost violently as he finger fucked me. I needed him. I wanted him. "Come on, honey, send a man where the boy started!" Contractions started seconds after Mark put his cock into me. I was almost afraid I was going to squeeze his erection away, but, no he stroked in and out feverishly. Wow, his man juice shot into me just as I reached my climax. Whew, that was quite the love making session. But that was Sunday. The next day I found out that my so-called loving husband is actually a double-crossing lying cheater He made the mistake of leaving his work laptop out where I could see it. I read an email. "Hi Marc, Lover Boy! I sure enjoyed what your lips did for me last night. You owe me a new pair of panties to replace the ones you ripped off me. Tee hee. See ya Friday night!" Pain and anger struck me when I saw that email from Mark's lover. I was so mad at Mark that I even hit him with a frying pan. Boy, you should have seen him scramble out of the house when I told him to get out. I had a memory flashback of Mom's tears when Dad turned out to be a cheater. When I was in middle school I frequently found Mom crying when I came home from school. Back then I wasn't savvy enough to figure out why there sometimes were ice wars between Mom and Dad. Apparently, Dad had cheated on Mom repeatedly. and she forgave him and took him back. On the day I turned thirteen, Mom and I shopped at the mall. "Hey, Mom, is that Dad over there?" I pointed into a lingerie shop. Dad was looking at some very suggestive items. Clinging to him was a tall skinny brown-haired woman with huge hooters. Mom told me to wait outside. She went in. That was the last time I saw my father. Are all men cheating, lying bastards? "I might as well get this over with," I told myself on the way to work Friday morning. I had the divorce papers. Sanford Hospital is only a bit out of my way, so I am paying Mark a visit. I saw him from the hallway. Mark's head was bandaged. He must have hit his head on something at work. Oh, and a cast on his hand. His boss, Jack Mason, did say Mark was injured, but at the time I didn't listen to any of the details. I entered the room. Mark didn't smile when he saw me. In fact, it took him a few seconds to say anything. Finally, he spoke, "Hi, Sexy babe." What an outrage! Mark acted like I would be happy to see him. That sexy babe greeting was for when I still loved him, not for when he is a dirty, low-down, lying, cheating bastard. I must have looked as angry as I felt. Mark soon was shouting for the nurses to "rescue" him from me. He shouted, "Get this woman away from me. She's the one who hurt me before, and I think she's going to do it again!" Two nurses appeared. I gave the divorce papers to one of them. "Give this to that bastard." I left. What was that about me hurting him? I thought he was here from a work accident. True, I did clunk him a couple of times with that pan, but surely that wouldn't have harmed him much. Well, nevertheless, I am irate with him all over again. How dare he call me sexy babe! Irene had a thumb drive with pictures on it when I arrived at work. We went into her cubicle to view them. I chose one that sure looked like Joe and I were fucking. I suspect it was taken at the most passionate time of our dry humping, when my panties were soaked with my juices. "By the way, AJ, Joe and I had a good time after you left last night," Irene giggled. "You got him pretty excited." I logged into my home email account and sent a message and a picture to Mark's work email. I don't know when he will see it, but I hope it hurts him as much as I was hurt. The police visit later that afternoon caused a bit of a stir around the cubicles. The officer said he wanted to clean up some paper work and asked me about hitting Mark with a frying pan. I told him a story about how we were having an argument and Mark swung a fist at me, but I had the skillet in my hand and used it to deflect Mark's blow. The cop wrote a note and left. That brings us to where my narrative began. Mark sent an email with a lame cowardly story about not being unfaithful and how he was disappointed in me. Not only is Mark a lying, cheating bastard, but he is a cowardly one, too. When we met on Tuesday at the attorney's office he wasn't really there. The lying, cheating, cowardly bastard was in the next room watching on closed circuit TV. My attorney and I waited while four people filed in. One was Mark's lawyer; the next was Jack Mason, Mark's boss from Mason and Sons. The other two were strangers. The young man looked a bit nervous. The woman holding his hand had the blackest hair I have seen in years. It flowed down her shoulders and tried to cover what I think are D cup boobs. Introductions were made. "What," I blurted out, "is that Betty Schultz woman doing here? She's the slut; she's the one that Mark is banging." My attorney shushed me and told me to sit down. He turned back. "Please continue with the introductions." The third person said, "I am Marcus Anderson, sometimes I am called Marc. That's Marc with a C not Mark with a K. I am engaged to Betty Schultz. We will be married in less than three weeks. I couldn't believe this. The slut Betty is cheating on her finance with Mark. Not only did she ruin my marriage, but it looks like she's going to ruin her own even before it starts. Huh, what's that he said about Marc with a C and Mark with a K? Who cares? Oh, same last name. Interesting. Marc with a C continued, "Betty, please show them your email address book." Betty spoke, "The Company, Mason and Sons, sets up all of their computers with the email addresses of every employee. That makes it easier to send messages. Please look here. It says 'Anderson.Mark@MSons.com.' Just above it is an address I added. It says 'Anderson.Marc@Yahoo.com' Jack spoke now, "A. J., this is the copy of an email that you gave me last week. Please notice that it was addressed to Marc with a C, not Mark with a K. It appears that Betty clicked the wrong address when sending that email. I believe that Mark with a K tried to tell you about the mail being some sort of mistake." I was shocked. Could I have been mistaken about Mark? It looks that way. I muttered, "Mark really didn't have an affair, looks like I messed up." "Mrs. Anderson, your husband has asked me to convey to you his desires," said Mark's attorney. "You are to drop the divorce proceedings, and you are to prepare an affidavit that tells the truth of Mark's injuries a week ago Monday." The attorneys decided to end the meeting and scheduled another for the next day. I ran out of the room crying. How could I have been so stupid? How could I have snapped to the wrong conclusion so quickly? Why didn't I believe Mark? Mark is not a lying, cheating bastard after all. I will drop the divorce and hope he will forgive me for doubting him. I met with my lawyer, Mr. Rosenberg, Wednesday. "Mrs. Anderson, do you wish to drop the divorce proceedings?" "Yes." "Mr. Schlafly, Mark's attorney, wants an affidavit that tells what happened when Mark was injured. What did happen? What happened? I don't understand the request about Mark's injuries. Wasn't he in the hospital because of some work accident? I replied. "I don't know about his injuries. All I know is what happened that Monday. I thought Mark had cheated. He denied it and even claimed not to even how Betty Schultz. I got angry and told him to get out of the house. Oh, and I hit him a couple of times with a skillet. I chased him out of the house." Mr. Rosenberg said, "It could be detrimental for you to put that information into an affidavit. It could be used as an admission of committing assault. That's a felony crime." "Mr. Rosenberg, Mark has always been a kind and loving husband. I will take a chance that he will not use that information to hurt me. Let's prepare the document and I will sign it." The next meeting with the attorneys was devastating. Again Mark was in the next room watching on closed circuit TV. It was just me and the two lawyers. Mr. Rosenberg started the meeting, "Here is a document that states that the divorce petition is withdrawn. Here is a notarized affidavit that describes the events of that night. In it Mrs. Anderson describes how she was angry and assaulted Mr. Anderson, striking him twice with a frying pan and then locking him out when he escaped out the front door. She says that Mr. Anderson did nothing to provoke her other than deny having an affair." Well, I thought to myself, this should get things back to the way they were before Monday, January 10, 2011. My divorce request is withdrawn; Mark and I can reconcile, can't we? I certainly did not expect what happened next. Mark wants to divorce me! If he wanted a divorce, why didn't he just let my petition continue? Mark's lawyer said, "Here is our petition for divorce. Mr. Anderson is asking to divorce Mrs. Anderson on the grounds of adultery and extreme cruelty. This emailed photo of Mrs. Anderson having sex with another man is evidence of the adultery and the affidavit you just us is evidence of the cruelty." Oh, no. Mark thinks I committed adultery. That stupid staged picture is going to backfire on me. I protested, "I didn't have sex with that man! It was a staged photo. Look at it. You can't see it, but we were fully dressed under that sheet. Look at it. I even have my bra on. I didn't screw him. One of my co-workers took this picture of me with her boyfriend. I wanted Mark to think I had a revenge fuck." Mark came into the room. I was shocked to see him in a wheelchair. He wore a baseball cap that he prompted removed. Half of his head was shaved clean; I could see an angry row of stitches. One hand was in a cast and both feet were wrapped in white bandages. What happened to him? He spoke to me, "AliciaJane I am going to give you the benefit of the doubt. I am going to believe that you didn't have sex with him. You refused to believe me, but I do believe you." Mark directed his lawyer to remove the adultery part from the petition. "But, leave in the part about extreme cruelty." My attorney commented, "I fail to see how a couple of hits with a frying pan warrant being called extreme cruelty." Mark continued, "Mr. Rosenberg, my formerly loving wife is a competitive tennis player. Her serve was once clocked at 105 miles per hour. That's only a bit less than the Venus Williams' record 129 miles per hour! That's how a couple of hits with a frying pan is extremely cruel." To me he said, "AliciaJane, I cannot live with anyone who did to me what you did. You hurt me. My head required fourteen stitches. I lost a pint and a half of blood. I have headaches much of the day. My hand has multiple breaks on four bones. Surgery was required to put them back together. I will require physical therapy and occupational therapy after the cast comes off. I am missing four toes. They were too badly frozen when you kicked me out the house with no shoes on the coldest day this winter! It will be several weeks before I will be allowed to try walking. I will have a limp and probably will need a cane for the rest of my life." I couldn't help but cry. I did not realize that I had harmed him so badly. What Mark said next was be greatest pain for me. "But the biggest hurt of them all was that you refused to believe me." Mark wheeled his chair around and rolled out of the room, and out of my life. Two days ago that's what I wanted, but now... Emails Ch. 02 The end – part 2. Emails Ch. 1 CONTACT wolf: I just finished reading “What a Domina Wants…” Your words impact upon me with the brutality of a whipping; I can feel the heel of Your boot grinding into my groin. I feel must submit myself to You; I grovel at your feet. Lotm: Good. Now go clean the bathroom! It stinks! RESPONSE: wolf: You must understand, I have no experience as a slave. On the contrary, I have taken on the role of a Master, myself. But there is something very compelling about You, something that makes me want to obey You instantly. It is the same strong force that touched me in Your story and made me send my humble comment. I instinctively submit to You. I am surprised by my own reaction. So, I will do as You demand. I will go on my knees and clean the bathroom. I will take a bucket of water, a bottle of cleaner, chlorix, a brush and a cloth and rub everything till it shines... hoping that this will please You. Will it, Mistress? Lotm: I did not realize you were a Dom, however fledgeling. You sounded like a sub. It is good that you realize there is value even in a Dominant being submissive to someone else, even if only for a little while; we gain much insight into those we dominate when we place ourselves in such positions. So, yes, your task pleases me. Do not forget to scrub the floor and baseboard behind the toilet, and do not neglect to dust the walls and ceiling for cobwebs! ~Domina ex Arcanum COMPELLING wolf: i had no hidden agenda when i gave feedback on Your story. I read it cause I needed advice on my own Masterhood. It was not a way to force myself upon you. But there is something that attracts me to You, makes me want to submit to You. I am intrigued by Your literal style, Your Strength, Your intelligence, Your overwhelming Womanhood. i have scrubbed the bathroom floor till it blinks, my knees are sour from kneeling so long. but i have done a bad job on the baseboard and had completely forgotten about the ceiling. Now i have worked on them for more than half an hour and they look like new. i could eat from the floor and drink from the pot if You wanted me to. i want to please You, crave Your approval. Your Pleasure is mine, Mistress. i desire You. please, don't deny me Your orders. Let me sweat for You. ~servus ex arcanum Lotm: I am disappointed that you neglected the baseboard and the ceiling in your first efforts; I am pleased you went back and finished your work, but you need to pay more attention to the details. To that end, you will comply with the following tasks: Your punishment for not cleaning the baseboard properly is to take a back-scrubbing brush (or a long-handled spoon or another similar long-handled object) and deliver ten sharp smacks to your right buttock. The punishment for forgetting to dust the ceiling is three sharp smacks to your left buttock. You will then unscrew the knobs and handles for the cabinets and drawers in the bathroom, as well as the bathroom door, and scrub those drawer fronts and cabinet doors thoroughly with a sponge or washrag, and then you will scrub the knobs and handles themselves. If they do not unscrew or otherwise cannot be removed, you may clean them where they are. You may use an old toothbrush on the fixtures, if you delivered your punishment as instructed. If you do not have the equipment (no back-scrubbing brush or long-handled spoon), then you must use your own toothbrush, though I will give you permission to clean it thoroughly afterward, before you need to use it again. Reassemble the parts for the doors and the drawers when everything is dry, and do not forget to oil the mechanism for the bathroom door. The light fixtures must also be free of dust--did you realize this was a part of dusting and cobwebbing the ceiling? If not, you will deliver two more sharp smacks to your left buttock, and attend to your task. When your hands are clean, you may organize the cabinets and their contents, if you have not already done so; this, I will leave as an option for you. When everything is as clean as you can get it, you will acquire at least three daisies and place them in a small vase on the bathroom counter. (A single dahlia or a pair of marigolds may be substituted, if daisies are not available.) If you are allergic to real flowers, you may use silk ones. Contact me when your task is complete. ~Ladyofthemasque, Domina ex arcanum COMPELLED: wolf: i am very glad that i have met You, beautiful One, and can only hope that W/we will continue this interaction... i feel bad about having disappointed you with my work. Your disapproval stings more to me than any physical punishment will do. But i accept the latter. As i write You mostly in my office, i can not take my punishment right now. With Your permission, i will do it tomorrow morning in the shower, and lash myself as You commanded. i will let You know what object i have used. Again i realize what a bad job I have done on Your bathroom. i should have realized that You won’t settle for anything but perfection. I did not attend the light fixtures and will see to it immediately, accepting my punishment for not doing this in the first place. i already had cleaned the bathroom door, the drawers and cabinets and made the handles and knobs shine, but this without disassembling them. Just in case, i will disassemble them now and clean them once again. i have no old toothbrush so i will use my current one and clean it when i am done, just for hygienic reasons because nothing in Your bathroom is dirty in my eyes. i haven’t organized the inside of Your drawers because i would never touch Your personal belongings without explicit permission. i will do it after i have cleaned my hands thoroughly. i am afraid to tell You this but going through Your stuff, Your bathroom towels, soap and other things, excites me and gives me an erection. Of course i won’t pay attention to this and will just go on with my tasks. The flower shop sells daisies but i want to surprise You (and take the risk of displeasing You) and buy 10 white tulips instead, which is the national flower of my country. Mistress, with Your permission, i have a request. Before W/we go on I would like to know what exactly are Your rules, boundaries and limits. i have taken some liberties already with the risk of offending You. But i would like to know if i am allowed to do that… Lotm: As you answer these emails at work, naturally you must wait until you get home. I should have in turn realized your eagerness to obey; it is good you thought of cleaning the cabinet fixtures. Do not worry about forgetting to remove them to clean underneath their seams; this is not a common bathroom cleaning task, and indeed is something that needs tending to only once or twice a year at best. I did not think it had been done in a long while--as many do not think about it--so I thought to mention it. Details are important. You have My permission to use My belongings, provided you keep them reasonably clean and tidy. Make sure you check the expiration dates; I do not care to have you fall ill due to an aging bottle of aspirin. I understand why you have an erection; you are pleasing Me with your actions. I am disappointed with the dusty light fixture, but very pleased with everything else. Make sure you do not burn your fingers by attending to that task first, so that the light bulbs have not had the chance to heat up the furnishings unbearably. I am also very pleased with the tulips; I live near where 90% of the world's commercial tulips are grown. Naturally, the ones grown in Europe have a much older and prouder lineage, but I have had the chance to know your national flower, and I like it. White ones are particularly pleasing, as most people around here prefer the more gaudy reds and yellows and purples, which makes them a rarer choice. White is also a symbol of purity, and if My bathroom is clean, it is pure. You have chosen well; I wish to reward your initiative. You may, after your punishment is administered and all tasks are taken care of, have one orgasm in my name, "Lady" or "Domina", as you prefer. (This is not to deny you other orgasms, spurred by other reasons; this is simply a tribute to our relationship.) Now, as to O/our rules and boundaries. I am easy enough to please, I think. If you have sound reasons to avoid something (such as putting off an assigned task for a little while since you're at work when you receive this), I will be reasonable about it. I am also willing to concede other matters, such as hygiene and grooming; your good health is one of my concerns. For instance, I will never advocate scatophagia (shit-eating), as it is both unsanitary and (pun un/intended) distasteful. I don't care for bloodletting, either. A good Dom/ina can handle his/her sub without such extremes. Since we live on opposite sides of the hemisphere, I doubt we'll have the opportunity to meet in person; you have your life to lead there and I have mine here. We shall keep that part open-ended, flexible. I am pleased to be able to discipline you from afar, as your eagerness to please Me is palpable in your emails. I have a sub in My life for My physical needs--but if you please me greatly, perhaps you may one day read of my own tribute, in the name of "wolf". I do like initiative in my subs. I am not one to keep an automaton in my care, a slave--no, worse, a pet, with no will or thought of its own. BDSM is about consent, and the right to say "no" is a part of that. If you have something better to suggest, you are free to suggest it; I may take your advice, or I may follow my own inclination, but I will not punish you for speaking your mind. Save only for one instance: excessive vulgarity. I do not like gratuitous swearing; in that, I suppose I'm not the typical American. I am a Lady. I will expect you to treat me as such, and in return, I will treat you as a gentleman. That is the other rule I have; how I am treated will determine how you are treated, adding to your merits and demerits in kind. My safe-word is "Hold", as you may have guessed from my writings. If you have any limits or boundaries to be avoided of your own, you will have to let me know. Beyond this, we shall have to feel our way, I think. ACCEPTED: wolf: i am glowing with pride and joy after reading your email. All Your wise words seem to come right out of Your heart and touch mine instantly. iam so flattered by Your approval of my Style, of my submission, of my cleaning work, of my choice of flowers. And i got so excited by Your permission to my first orgasm in your name, i nearly came right here, at my desk. But that, too will have to wait till later (after my punishment?), though I have cum several times here at my office – on Your command i will. i’d like further instructions though on how You’d want me to come. How exactly should I dedicate it you, my Lady? Should i fantasize about You in a certain manner? Would You want me to stroke fast and eagerly or slowly and calm? Should i report to You afterwards? The mere promise of a tribute to wolf from Your hand is a reward larger than i would ever have expected, Mistress. it will contribute to my effort to please You even more so… i crave Your words, Your thoughts, Your approval, Your satisfaction. It is my nectar, my honey. Of course i will under any circumstances treat You as a lady – even if you’d command otherwise my acts will be based on dignity, respect and care. i am not so extreme. Though i am prepared to go as far as You want, i am glad to hear that no faeces or blood will be involved. Lotm: You have cum at your office? I hope your office has a door you can close; My penis is not to be displayed so irreverently that just anyone can walk by and see it in its manly pride. So; while you may have orgasm for other reasons at your workplace, you do not have My permission to have your first orgasm in My name at work. The most appropriate place, as I am certain you will agree, is in My bathroom, which you have cleaned so lovingly. You shall kneel, naked, on the very floor you claim is so clean you can eat off of it. Your dominant hand shall grasp My shaft, and your submissive hand shall cup My balls, sitting in a manner that is comfortable. I want you to look at each part of your bathroom, and imagine me striding inside, examining each detail that you have attended to: the cleaning of the baseboards, the dusting of the light fixture, the toothbrushing of the handles. Slowly, you shall fondle My penis as I, in your mind's eye, study the sink and admire the flowers. Next I shall admire the organization of My cabinets and drawers When I get to the toilet, you may play with My balls. When I come back to the door, which you will have oiled as well as cleaned, you will know I am pleased, for your dedication and your efforts do please Me. I will cross to the toilet and sit there, crossing my legs and clasping my hands on my thighs, a statue of Goddessliness awaiting the culmination of your worship. You shall then worship me, and you shall say that you dedicate your pleasure to pleasing me, your Domina. Only then may you rush your movements to show your eagerness for my approval. Do *not* hit the toilet when you cum; in fact, I command that you catch it all in your hand. Anything that lands on the floor, you will lick up with your tongue on hands and knees, even if it only drips from your palm. Once this is done, you shall report what happened, just as you shall report what you used for your punishment, and how it felt, if you thought it was adequate for a punishment, given your transgressions. EXPERIENCE: wolf: Mistress, forgive me the eagerness in my responses and taking up so much of Your precious time. But Your words are my nectar, i drink each of Your messages till the last drop, they teach me so much and give me so much pleasure. i truly worship You. And, insignificant as it may be to You, i desire You. The description of Your divine beauty has brought my blood to boil. How my eyes crave to dwell over Your curves, Your delicious breasts... i apologize for my wolfish behaviour, but my nature is wild and untamed... my body shivers in anticipation of Your picture but of course i will be patient. i have cum a number of times in my office. i have a whole store for myself most of the time and i have never been caught - i hope no-one ever will. I have trained myself to orgasm without actually ejaculating, meaning that i can have several small ones, however not as good as the actual cum explosion. i have pictures of me stroking, if it pleases You i can send them to You. i have no pictures of my face and i do not feel very comfortable to send them into cyberspace, but if it pleases You, i will see to it. This morning in the bathroom, with Your image on my mind, i had the most amazing experience. i took my punishment, as you ordered, with a plastic backrub brush (i will buy a wooden one for the purpose). to be honest, i felt a bit awkward punishing myself, but Your presence urged me to continue. When i hit myself for the first time, it gave, unexpected, the most wonderful feeling. It stung, but it felt so good. i continued smacking, pretty hard so it would leave red streams as a proof, and this wonderful feeling kept on rushing through my body... it felt as if a ballast fell from my shoulders, it made me actually float, as i described. It was an incredible relief, as if Your dissaproval washed away from my body with each stroke. i completed my punishment, ten on the right, five on the left buttock, and when i was done i felt so happy and relieved. i was aroused as well, my aroused cock was throbbing with lust. i considered taking my reward as once, but i was afraid this would displease You as i was not fully sure of how to dedicate my orgasm to You. i am glad i found the strength to wait cause Your explanation will make this gift only more precious. i am not sure if my punishment is adequate cause i found so much pleasure in it. i guess Your disapproval weighed heavier on me. In Your presence i can not take the responsibility of being my own juror. i can only guess about Your superior motives. i do know that i have done a good job on the bathroom, I hadn’t forgotten about oiling the hinges. i hope that, in the heat of my climax, i will not stain it with my cum, which normally floads rich and far... Forgive me, Mistress, for my forwardness, but there is one more thing I'd like to tell You. Though i am incredibly grateful to be rewarded with an orgasm, this means nothing to me compared to Your pleasure. So, just as humble suggestion, if one day in the future i may have pleased You sufficiently to be rewarded, You might consider, instead of granting me one, dedicating one of Your heavenly orgasms to me, Your servant, and describe this experience to me afterwards. I crave Your sex, Your pleasure. I'd trade one drip of Your cum on my lips for a thousand of my own orgasms... Lotm: As nectar is what a woman produces, it is only fitting that you should crave what I choose to give. You are the jewel I will polish. I will inspect you, and trim your flaws, and put you into your proper setting...I shall post these writings to Literotica, as I feel your subservience to My desires is worthy of publication. I allowed my sub, M., to read your latest email. He is new to D/s, though he has long since felt the allure of such things; he considers himself blessed that I am a woman with suitable experience to guide him into his newfound role. He was...not unaffected by our correspondence, and now knows more of My skill and imagination in My own Domina-facet. A facet you yourself will know in greater detail as we go on. I am content with your use of a plastic backbrush for now, but I think a wooden one would suit My bathroom better; you are correct to consider finding a replacement. Your feelings of awkwardness are not unexpected. Just remember that I should not have to exhaust Myself when it is you that has transgressed. As for your feeling pleasure while delivering My punishing strokes...that was something I had anticipated. Details, wolf; I knew in advance how pleasurable you would find the ministrations I had commanded, for in the act of being punished, you were pleasing Me. I even knew that, delivering ten strokes to your right buttock, and only five to the left, would leave you with an unsatisfied, unfulfilled longing on the left side of your body, for more, more, more...and not receiving more. That, too, was planned as a part of your torture, your torment. That you felt pleasure almost defeated the purpose of your punishment, but that you held back was your salvation. That you struck yourself hard enough to blush your cheeks was also good; this is the dedication I expect from My sub, knowing that I am watching in spirit your every move during our scenes. My disapproval has been beaten out of your body. You have straightened My cabinets and My drawers, and you have made sure that My beautiful white tulips have been watered for the day. Kneel before me, wolf. I have examined everything, both high and low. I am satisfied, save for one thing; you must give me My rightful tribute. Here I sit, My full, lush curves constrained by a black velvet dress, My knees crossed in their black stockings, My feet clad in delicate suede pumps. My hands are clasped on my lap, My back is straight and My shoulders are back, showing off the proud strength of My beautiful breasts. My eyes rest upon you, naked, servile, on your knees, with My shaft in your right hand and My balls resting in your left. My glasses are perched halfway down the end of My nose, and My chestnut hair is up in a loose bun; from the neck up, I look like a librarian about to hush you for being noisy in My domain. From the neck down, I am pure Domina, a Goddess awaiting the adulation of My servant. Emails Ch. 1 Show Me how you would worship Me. Tell me how you worship me, in exquisite detail. I want to see the precum pearling up out of its little slit, and trickling down the side of My eager shaft. I want to see your hand moving faster and faster, see you licking the palm to make it slick and wet. I want your thighs quivering, and your stomach tensing, and those little eye-flickers that say you're trying to hold back, with little orgasms of the kind you usually have in your office. And then, when you cannot bear it any more, I want you to whisper, "Domina!", and salute me with your sticky tribute. You may use the hand that was caressing My balls to catch your cum. Do not forget--if even one single drop of cum touches My bathroom before you can wash it off your hand into My sink, your punishment is to lick up that errant drop, and any others, and swallow it. Good boy. DELIGHT wolf: Domina, You give me such delight. Although i should have predicted it, it surprised to me that You even anticipated this most intimate feeling, that I was afraid to confess to You fearing that it would make me appear ungrateful. But, yes, i felt out of balance, unsatisfied, after the five strokes on the left buttock. Once again i experience how well You understand my body and desires… it makes it even easier to totally surrender to You, my Mistress. i am very proud that You showed my writings to Your other sub. my words are Yours, and i am happy that You can use them for a useful purpose. More pride even, i am that you choose to publish O/our messages on Lit. mine will look flat and colourless next to Yours, but maybe they can serve as the dull frame for Your beautiful paintings… i hope You don’t mind, but i have not yet consumed my reward. i caress it in my mind, like the last piece of a chocolate bar, enjoying the idea of taking it. Now it will be even better. Your exquisite description of Your beautiful Self will make it so more pleasurable. i will cum for You and pronounce Your title - ‘Domina!’ - at the utter climax of my worship. Lotm: You have your deadline, and your next task; to inform Me of the details of your tribute. The photographs you have sent Me of My chosen genitalia please Me. Seeing them has inspired Me with ideas of what your next few tasks shall be, and I will be even closer to you when you give tribute to Me, knowing now what you will expose to Me. DELIGHTED: wolf: Domina, i am so glad that i have met You and submitted to You. Forgive me for expressing these worthless thoughts, but i feel like we fit like the last pieces of a puzzle. You enrich my life. i am very honoured that Your genitalia pleased You. my balls tingle whenever i think of You, read your messages or write to You. Usually i get an erection. i still have not taken my reward, please do not take this as ungratefulness, i just want to find the right time to enjoy it to the fullest. Believe me, Domina, with Your image in my mind i will. i am righthanded. i usually stroke myself with my right hand, resting my other on my ballsack. i stroke the shaft with three fingers and my thumb. As i told You i can also cum without ejaculating, just feeling a small orgasmic twitch run through my loins. i can have several of those but prefer the 'shooting' one... Domina, i am anxious to hear my next tasks and hope to complete them to Your satisfaction. Your servant, wolf Lotm: Your next task is to take a picture of My tulips, as placed in My perfectly cleaned bathroom, and post it to Me. You will have no other tasks until I receive My rightful tribute. Do not disappoint Me. ~Ladyofthemasque, Domina ex Arcanum ******************* {Author’s Note: These are excerpted from a series of emails I have been sharing with one of My new subs. Regretfully, the very first email was lost, so I have recreated wolf’s stirring, blunt words more or less from memory. The rest has been edited for length and content, and played with a bit under the guise of writer's license. My sub has (as written above) expressed his consent to allow his portions these writings to be published under My profile. ~Lotm} Emails to Her Husband Author's note: this is a story of fiction and is not intended to depict any person, place or situation in reality. All persons involved in sexual activity are over 21. K and I have been separated as we move 1/2 around the world. I am in my new job while she closes down the old house and prepares to move. Naturally, she is lonely and the neighbors have pitched in to help. Sometimes they help a lot. Emails to Her Husband July 12, 2007 My darling husband! What an adventure I had last night! It is so tough being without you as you set up our new house. I really hate having to move and leave our neighbors and our friends. I spoke with Mike and Sally last night and I am having dinner over their house tomorrow night. I'm looking forward to it as I have been quite lonely without you. Now, back to last night. You will love this as I know how horny you get! I finished wrapping up the glasses in the kitchen. Everything was done there and it was time to pack the bedroom before bed. I miss you so much that I put on that deep purple teddy that you like. It made me think of you and how hard and thick you get when I wear it for you. My nipples poked out of that thin silky material and as I walked by the hall mirror I had a glimpse of why you like it so much. My tits just seem soooo big in it. I wrapped up everything in my bureau but what was interesting was in the bottom drawer. I haven't looked at that in years! You'll never guess what I found down there. That huge vibrator you bought as a joke gift ... maybe it was a "gag" gift!! LOL I think you bought it when I had the girls over for a Teddy party. Remember? You thought it was so funny to leave it on the table as you left us alone for the night. Little did you know that each the girls thought that vibrator would split them open. We talked about that vibe for hours! So, I found it and the batteries still worked. I didn't even know you put batteries in the thing! I sat on the recliner in the bedroom and watched TV for awhile. It was boring and my fingers wandered to my nipples as I turned the TV off. They were just so hard and thick that I couldn't resist pinching them a little. I thought how much you'd like to be there watching me pinch my nipples. I bet you'd want to take pictures too. I imagined you there and the tent in your boxers as you clicked away with your camera. Do you realize how horny these last 5 weeks apart has gotten me? I sat there and closed my eyes. I saw you in front of me and pulled my teddy off my shoulders letting my big tits hang fully down to my tummy. It felt so good to pull on my nipples. They extended and I hefted my tits and took turns sucking them. Wouldn't you like to have seen that? I bet you would! I kept sucking my nipples and felt the heat between my legs. Oh honey, I couldn't resist pulling the panties aside and slipping a finger into my pussy and pulling out some juice. It was so erotic to rub that pussy juice onto my clit. It responded almost as much as when you suck it. It hardened and thickened and poked out so much. I flicked it back and forth and felt my cum well up inside me. I spread my legs more and cried out as my first orgasm left me panting. Yes, you read that right darling. I said "first orgasm". Read on, baby! I unwrapped that big vibrator. Aren't I a bad girl? How hard are you right now just thinking about what I might have done with that vibrator? I pulled off my panties and slipped 2 fingers in my twat. It felt so good but not as thick as you are, my love. I needed something thick but that vibrator was too thick and too big. I turned it on and pressed it against my clit. Wow, that felt nice. The realistic veins were all vibrating and rubbing my clit like crazy. It felt great and I put my left leg over the arm of the recliner. That gave me much better access and really spread my pussy lips. I rubbed that big rubber cock-like vibe all up and down my pussy. I got that thing soooooo wet. I brought it up to my lips and wondered if there was anybody that big in the world. I tried to suck the head but I could only lick it. I must say that my pussy juice tasted really good. Are you jacking off for me baby? Are you almost ready to cum for me? I rubbed the vibe along my pussy lips again and closed my eyes. I put my right leg over the arm of the recliner. I don't think I've EVER been so open before. I pushed the head of that cock against my cunt. My lips were pulsating and my heart pounding in anticipation. I felt the thickness spread me open as I pushed only part of the head in my sopping cunt. I thought of how you'd want close up pictures of that monster violating my pussy. My tits shook as the vibrating head popped into my canal. It hummed away as my pussy tried to get used to the size of that invader. I couldn't believe that I had it in. I was gasping for air! I opened my eyes and was shocked at what I saw in the mirror. It was me but I didn't recognize myself! I looked so slutty with my legs spread wide over the armrests. My arms formed a V and my big tits were just exploding over the teddy that was bunched up at my waist. I am so glad you like big titted women! And then of course was that fat purple vibrating cock stuffed into the entrance of my pussy! God it felt so good to be fucking something after all this time ... but it was soooo big, baby! Honestly, as I began to edge it deeper inside of me all sorts of worries struck me. What if I got too stretched? What if I got addicted to it? What if it got stuck? LOL I kept pushing baby because I knew that if I did and wrote about it, it would turn you on and have you shooting cum over your head! Actually, I kept pushing because if felt so fucking good! More inches invaded and when I had about ½ of that thick cock in me I started cumming. I mean cumming hard. I screamed out and kept cumming. My juices shot out the sides and down my ass. When I had calmed down a little I started the vibe up again and began really fucking myself with it. After all, if just having it halfway in me made me cum so much, what would all the way do? I kept pushing it deeper and deeper until I couldn't push any deeper. I fucked the vibrator baby. I just kept fucking it and fucking it and I kept cumming and cumming. Honey, I wish you were here to see me as I have never cum like that before. The more I fucked myself with it, the more I needed to fuck. It was a never ending cycle until my arms felt like they were going to fall off! I came so much that I started crying. Tears ran down my cheeks and fell on my tits. I have no idea how many times I came last night but I hope you can tell me how many times you came reading this email! I can't wait to see you again. Maybe I'll let you watch me if I get up the courage to fuck the vibrator again! Maybe you can take a picture or two. Love K July 13, 2007 10:30am Dear Jack, you will NOT believe what I did this morning. I wrote that note to you about the vibe and then I found myself very sore but very horny again. Around 8:30, I just couldn't take it anymore as I just had an itch down there. You know what I mean? I mean my pussy just kind of felt empty. I had coffee with Sally at 8:00 (still looking forward to dinner at their house tonight) but couldn't wait for her to leave. I was almost rude as I ushered her out the door. I watched her go down the steps and I bet I was upstairs in the bedroom before she reached the end of the driveway! I just HAD to try it again. I pulled down my shorts and panties to my ankles and lay back on the bed with the vibrating dildo in my hand poised at the entrance to my steaming gaping hole. I didn't even play with my nipples or tits! I didn't do any foreplay at all! Does that sound like the woman you married? LOL ... I guess not, I love foreplay but I must tell you, I loved fucking that vibrator again. The head went in easier this time and I was plunging it in and out when Sally called. Fuck! Honey, she really pissed me off with the interruption! She kept talking and though I turned down the humming, I couldn't help myself from fucking that big stick. I was barely paying attention when I heard her say that Mike had the day off from work and that they would be by for him to fix the closet. "Fuck the closet" I thought and I kept plunging it into me only to turn the vibe on full blast when I hung up. After 15 minutes of cumming, I really got into a nice rhythm. I lay on my back with my legs spread completely open, my eyes were slits and I had both hands on that shaft shoving it deep in side me with a hard push and a slow pull to take it almost out. I pulled up my shirt to free my tits. Honey, I hope you will forgive me and I wish I could tell you this in person or at least on the phone but you are 15 hours away and I have to get this to you. As I fucked the vibe, I felt a velvety cock rest on my lips. I sucked it in without question, baby. I could not help myself. I felt a hand take over the vibe and kept fucking me with it. Before I knew what was going on, I was sucking Mike's cock and watching Sally rip off her clothes while fucking me with the vibe. She has a wonderful body and has been hiding some pretty big tits behind those big shirts all these years. I hope you can forgive me but truly, I wish you had been there for my first group sex experience! I know you will be there for my next one. I hope you will forgive me but Mike fucked my mouth and made me gag a bit. I grabbed him and sucked him back in again. Honey, he is really pretty big for such a small guy and completely shaven. I just couldn't help myself. Do you forgive me?? Do you like your nuts sucked? Maybe if you shave, I can suck them. He does and I was sucking them and licking them. Aren't I the wanton whore?? I'm surprised at myself for that. Even so, I am proud to say that I had him cumming on my tits in about 5 minutes and Sally is just as wanton as I am. She was licking his cum from my tits as soon as she shot his load. It was a big load and she licked and sucked my tits clean. It felt so good. I think you should know but I'm embarrassed to say that I kissed her. She had some cum on her lips and she had just finished sucking my nipples and our eyes met. I leaned in and licked the cum from her lips and then we were kissing. Her tits pressed into mine and it just felt natural to wrap my arms around her and pull her to me. So, I kissed her for several minutes. I don't know what got into us but it was really kind of ... ummm nice. I hope you don't mind. Actually, I bet you love the idea but it probably makes you mad that you are not here to see it! Fear not, baby, Mike took a few pictures and I'll get them to you as soon as I can as long as you don't post them on the web!!! LOL With love, your horny wife, K July 14, 2007 1:35am Hi Honey, I don't see any replies from you yet. Where have you been? I miss you terribly and hope that you aren't mad at me for my horniness yesterday and this morning. At least the house is completely packed and ready for the movers. Well, I guess I have some more confessions to make and might as well spill the beans. Dinner at Mike and Sally's was excellent. We had salmon and rice and a nice white wine – 3 bottles worth ... but really, you don't care about that and that is not what I need to tell you. Honey, I was unfaithful to you last night. I am so sorry and hope that you can forgive me. I guess I figured you'd forgive me for the blow job I gave Mike when he surprised me at our house. But I think I went overboard when I went over their house. Let me tell you what happened and maybe you'll understand or at least be understanding. Sally opened the door and she was dressed in a pink teddy tucked into her tight jeans and heels. She looked great and that teddy really showed off her cleavage. She was braless, of course and I watched those big tits bounce around for most of the night as we drank, had appetizers and then had dinner. I felt jealous. I think my tits are as nice as hers and honestly, I drank too much wine so I removed my bra and asked Mike to judge our tits. He got out a camera so we could tell. It was really a joke and just being fun as Sally and I had our titties hanging out for Mike to take pictures and put them up on the TV screen. It was funny but after looking at our titties, I thought that hers might be nicer. She said the opposite ... that mine were nicer. She kissed me, Jack. She kissed my lips, our lips parted and her velvet tongue met mine and we kissed. It was really a good kiss and I found my hands on her tits, feeling them and pulling on her nipples. Hers were at my skirt and before I realized what I was doing, she was between my legs sucking my pussy. God, that was good! She licked my clit and my lips and slipped two fingers up my sore cunt and stroked my g-spot. She was amazing. I came twice on her fingers and lay there half dressed and exhausted. I felt bad. Here we were, I had cum multiple times and her husband had squirted on my tits earlier in the day and poor Sally hadn't cum once, not once! I said something to Mike about it and he just left the room. Sally pecked me on the cheek and told me not to worry about it but that she wanted me to do something for her in a few minutes. I said sure. What else could I do? I felt obligated. So, Mike comes downstairs with this contraption. It's a simbian or symbian or something like that. It is a black half cylinder with a cock on the top of it. The cock isn't all that big or anything and I wondered what the big deal was. Sally insisted that I get on it first and I did. She had the controls and Mike got undressed. She stroked Mike's thick cock as she adjusted the dials. The humming began and I could feel some wonderful sensations between my legs. She adjusted them slowly and I just began rocking on that device. It was like night and day and colors everywhere. I was in some sort of sexual trance. It was fucking me and I just didn't want it to stop. My clit was on fire and cum was dripping down my legs. I looked up and Mike's cock was in my face. Jack, it is a really pretty cock. The head is thick and smooth and soft and yet the shaft is so rigid. I couldn't help myself and I sucked him eagerly into my mouth. I sucked him hard and I sucked him soft. I licked him like a lollipop and I sucked his balls. I even slipped a finger in his ass. I wasn't going to tell you that but I have decided that I have to tell you everything. I love you honey. I want you to know that. That machine had me climaxing again and again. I was shaking and drooling and finally I forcefully pulled myself off the machine and collapsed on the floor next to Sally. Mike's cock was at my face again and I sucked it in hard and his hips fucked my face. Sally got on the machine and turned up the knobs. A glean of sweat appeared over her skin. She was glistening and talking. She is normally such a quiet friend but she was talking dirty. She called me a whore and a slut and then she said I was just like her. She was getting close to cumming and I could tell that Mike was getting close too. She was watching him fuck my mouth and encouraging him. Things like "Go ahead Mike, make her choke. Fuck her mouth, baby. Yeah .. fuck her mouth hard!" Then she turned to me. She was gorgeous sitting on her machine and pinching her brown nipples. "Fuck him" she said. "I want you to fuck him and I want to watch his cock split you in two! Fuck him as if he were Jack." What could I do? I had promised her I'd help her cum. I lay on my back and nodded to him. He quickly jumped between my legs. His cock is very thick and though it is not as thick as that vibe, it was tough getting it in there. Sally would encourage him and tell him what to do and then he'd do it to me. He took his time getting it all in me but once it was in he was pounding my cunt at a rapid but steady pace. Sally kept talking "Fuck her! Fuck her really hard like you fuck me!! Do it! Fuck the slut!" He was pounding me now. It felt good but I was a bit sore. I'm sorry honey but he may have stretched me. I couldn't help myself. I started yelling like Sally was. I said things I'm not proud of. Sally said "Tell him you're his slut. Tell him you'll fuck him any time he wants! Beg him to fuck you!" And I did, baby. I couldn't help myself! I needed to have him pound me. I just miss you so much, I had to have some cock. I told him that he could have me anytime and he just kept pounding my pussy. My lips were on fire. I was cuming and cuming and cuming. It was all just one big cum. He lifted my legs up to my armpits and I was so vulnerable. But I said I would be honest and I will be ... I loved it. I love that thick cock splitting me open. I loved Sally telling him what to do. I closed my eyes as I climaxed again and Mike shot his load into me. There was tons of it and it ran down my ass crack. Baby, I was exhausted. I was suddenly ashamed at what you might think. I lay there with my legs open flopped on their living room rug. I could barely move. I have never be so well fucked in my life. I thought of you. I thought how you would have liked to be there and then I felt guilty. I wish you could have been there. Only two days until I get on the plane to see you. I hope you can forgive me by the time I get there and then we'll be together! With my deepest love, K