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The New Road

By: Winterfrog



Marie, "Mi" among her friends, and I are still regarded as a nice couple. Just after we had met, the local newspaper used to mention us as "Our own Ken and Barbie" which I never liked. The simple reason was that both of us were well-known and popular sport stars in our small town. I was the star in our successful soccer team and Mi, who was National Champion in archery, was even regarded as the "Belle the town" and very often hired for local model jobs.

I had met her a few times, exchanged a few words, got very interested but not got any chance to get a date because she had a jealous boyfriend. But I knew that I'd get my chance sooner or later because her love to the boyfriend was getting fading away. Both of us were invited to a large number of events and parties and sooner or later we ought to meet somewhere. I was looking forward for winning her and planning to do it as a classic seduction with much roses and romantic dinners as soon as I got my chance. 

But plans and reality can be quite different. When I at last had met her, I never got any chance to practice my skills as a seducing Casanova because the real life was far less romantic. My team had won an important match on Saturday; a wealthy supporter had invited us to a party for celebrating our victory at the local "water hole". I knew that I got too many drinks during the evening and didn't remember much of what happened at the party when I woke up at Sunday morning in a strange bed in a strange room. Somewhere in my aching head was a slight memory of my dream girl Marie coming to the party. I felt being stark naked and when I succeed to open an eye I was looking at somebody's long blond hair. After a closer look I saw a naked girl lying besides me. She had felt my movements and turned her face against me. I got a shock when my slow working brain understood that the naked blonde besides me was my dream girl, Marie the beautiful archer. 

She looked at me and said with a sweet smile, "Good morning, Mr. Sawmill."

Now I was totally confused and didn't found anything better to say than, "Good morning, what did you say?"

"Sawmill, you snored like a sawmill tonight."

"Sorry"

"You ought to be sorry for much more than the snoring, indeed. You bragged the whole evening about to give your 'dream-girl' a 'memorable night' and guess what I got. A damn sawmill in my bed."

"Sorry, but I don't remember anything. Did we?"

"Of course not. You could achieve as much action as an old log at your sawmill. But now I'm horny as hell so be a good boy and you'll get nice breakfast as reward" 

I promised to be "a good boy" and thereafter she turned me to my back, kissed and licked my semi hard cock a few times, which was enough to get it stone hard. Then she climbed up on me and began to ride me in an intensive pace. I thought I was dreaming and I could not believe that it was happening to me in real life. I could no believe how I had got my stupid impression of her that she was a shy maid who needed a classic seduction to get laid. Instead it was she who was ruling the matters.

Obviously I had been "good enough" because I got a tasty breakfast, had dinner with her during the evening and went as her escort to an opening of an art exhibition on Wednesday evening. My reward for that was a pleasant night in her bed. The next day the local newspaper had a large picture of us and told their readers about an invented love-story between two, for that time most popular local sport stars. Though both Mi and I were used to publicity, we found it funny and to my great happiness she agreed with me when I suggested giving the "love-story" a serious try.

Our relation went better than expected and both of us were happy. An old Scandinavian tradition says that during a leap year it is OK for women to propose. To my great surprise Mi did it a few seconds in a leap year after twelve o'clock at our first New Years Eve together. The wedding in June was a big event with the church filled to the last seat. I had no objections when she a year later told me that she had got fed up with the many hours of training archery, which was necessary if she wanted to remain on top. Instead she wanted to have a child. About one year later we were parents to Alexander and when we got Rebecca two years later our family life was on top. We bought a nice house and I did my best not to neglect her in any ways.

However, it is a quantum leap from an admired sport star to an average part time working mother and wife. Of course, she still met a lot of people at her job at an accountant company reception. After some problems with a knee even I had quitted my top-level soccer to working full time again at an insurance company. I kept a connection to my sport by coaching a junior team. Mi and I still got some invitations to exiting events but far less than before. New stars had replaced us on the sport page headlines. I had a feeling that she missed those days more than I did.

Therefore I had no objections when one of the accountants at her job offered her to get into the local politics in the coming election. He was member of the Liberals, a small party who usually had a quite life between the right and left wings. But now they had run into a real boom with a new charismatic young leader. The Gallup showed increasing numbers which gave their local board cold feet because the simple reason that they didn't have enough active members for all new seats in town hall they were expected to get after the election.

Scandinavian election systems are quite different from the Anglo/American with small districts where the winner takes all. Here the vote goes to a party list with many names. A party can have one or several lists and therefore a high ranking on the list with the most popular candidates is safe way to get a seat in town council when the seats are divided between the parties in proportion to the number of votes in the whole town. National, county and local elections are held the same day why main interest is always on the national level and those results even flows over to the local level. After thinking about it a week Mi accepted and as a very handsome ex sport star she got such a high ranking in the party that a seat in the town council was waiting for her. She was in a game again.

The election went as expected and when all seats were divided between the six parties Mi had got her seat in the town council. Her politics wasn't expected to take more of her time than two evenings a month, which was OK for the family. But a few weeks later and to everybody's great surprise she had even got a much more important assignment. The Liberals got the Chairmanship in the committee for the new road past the city center and persuaded her to take it. She had not any experience at all in anything connected to that mission but she accepted. It was obvious that some people in the background intended to use her as some kind of a puppet on a string that pretended to run the matters. I feared the worst. She could be conned by those profit-sharks who are dragged to public money as flies are to cow-shit. Without any own experience in such matters she was totally depending on advices from involved people. It would take a lot of her time with the family because personal relations are always the best ways to make business. Of. Course, not any bribes, at least not until she was regarded as one in the gang. A guy in her position would be dragged around expensive golf courses. But I was sure that she would be invited to a large number of expensive events and romantic dinners at the best restaurants. After all she didn't pay the damn road with her own money, so way should she care if good jobs and nice contractors got fair payment. I suggested her to skip the road but she refused.

To the beginning she didn't had much to do with the road because the consultants who were working on it were appointed before the election. Once a month she was at the town council and said yes to everything 'the big boys' had decided beforehand. But she even spent at least every Monday evening at their Party office where one of their two members of the parliament held some information about their politics for the new members. Not much to say about that. The only strange matter with those evenings was that to the first she wore jeans but thereafter she began to dress up with short skirts and high heels. 

My first connection with the local Liberals was at their Christmas party, which was held at the same evening as my Soccer Club's party. I was invited to both of them and told Mi that it could be interesting to meet her political friends. She really tried, and got a bit too eager to get me chose the Soccer Club instead. I told her that I accepted, but only if she joined me, which she refused. I got a strange feeling the she had a secret reason for going alone to her own party. Therefore I, obviously to her great disappointment, decided to go with her.

Her party was held at ballroom and it began very bad for me already at the front door where we was greeted by a guy who hugged Mi during a few seconds extra before he changed to a snooty face and asked me, "Are you member?"

"No"

"Why not?"

"Why should I?"

"Your wife is member"

"Is that the only reason to be member?"

Mi had heard enough and dragged me past the asshole and told me that he was Ronnie Langberg, one of their two members of the parliament from our county. She ignored my comment, "Was that snooty asshole the reason for your sexy dressing at Monday evenings?" 

It was a boring party. I had to suffer long boring speeches, long slow line to the small buffet and a lousy dance band. However, I did my best to be a polite and good fellow. After the meal I didn't see much of Mi who mingled around and danced several tunes with the snooty Ronnie but refused dance with me due to 'had to rest a few minutes' both times I asked her. No doubt that she was mad at me because I had chosen to go to her party. However, I didn't care much because I was still a popular man in our town and had no problems to find nice girls for a dance. Then I met Sarah, who was older sister to one of the best players in my junior team. She used to drive him to the trainings why we had met many times and had pleasant small talk. She had joined the Liberals at the same time as Mi and had been to the same information meetings. I think that she had noted that Mi had avoided me during the whole evening and asked, "How are Mi and you doing these days?" 

"Not so well at this moment, she is mad at me for some reason."

"Do you want to know why she is in bad mood tonight?"

"I'm not a worse fool than I'm able to put one and one together."

"I'm sorry to say it but you're right. Gossip is not usually my game but my boyfriend had heard Ronnie Langberg's bragging about to be sure to seduce a new handsome party member tonight and get her panties to his 'party whore' collection. 'Nic' told that 'boy's secret' to me as a warning because he feared that I was Ronnie's target but calmed down when he saw Ronnie's interest for Mi. I feel sorry for you because you are a good guy and Ronnie has a reputation as a real successful womanizer."

"I'll do my best to stop him."

She promised to help me to keep an eye on them during the evening.

Some time later I had noted for a while that Ronnie and Mi been standing in a corner talking and suddenly they had disappeared. Then Sarah came and told me that she had seen them go away together towards a door into the private section of the ballroom. She had seen which door in the aisle they had opened. We went in together to the private section and found out that they were in a "John". Outside the locked door we could hear Ronnie talking and Mi giggling inside. I noted that the door went inward. A hard kick in the lock area and the door flew up. When Mi noted that it was me who had kicked up the door, she began to scream, "Don't hit him, and don't hurt him." 

Mi had no reason to fear anything like that because her brave Casanova had already fled back to the ballroom. I asked her, "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Talking"

"With the pussy, I presume"

Even Mi rushed back to the ballroom without any further comments. Back at the ballroom Mi avoided me as usual and even Ronnie for a while. But soon she was dancing with him again and only fifteen minutes later Sarah came to me at the bar where I got some refreshment and told me "Come and look Mi and Ronnie at the dance floor, he thinks he's at a night club."

He was dancing with Mi and had got his right hand under her short skirt. Mi had no objections until she noted that I was staring at her, first then she had him to take it away. When he had left her after the dance I succeed to catch her and asked in a low voice, "What the hell is going on here? Your coward lover boy have bragged to get your panties off tonight and you are not seen to have too many objections."

She blushed and left me without a word.

I noted Ronnie standing with two admirers, laughing and poking at me. Obviously he was proud about how he had humiliated me. I could not take that from such an asshole why I went to him, stared him in his eyes and said, "Asshole, I don't like what you did to my wife. One more time and I crush your balls. I told his admirers, please understand I'm not threatening that scumbag in any way. It's only a kind promise." 

The two local admirers knew who I was tried to say something to him but he laughed to them. A few minutes later he had found Mi somewhere, succeed to get her to accept another dance with him. I understood that he had planned to do something. When they got to the dance floor they went to the band and gave something to the front man. Obviously bribed them to play something slow as the next tune. 

He got a slow one and began the dance with both hands on her back but then when he was sure that I could see them, he put them both under her skirt and squeezed her buttocks. I don't know if she did anything or not because I went to action. Within seconds I had hit him hard on his chin with my right fist so he fell to the floor. Before anybody understood what was happening I lifted his right foot up to the air and gave his balls a hard kick with my right foot and screamed with all my voice, "You damn pervert. What the hell did you do to my wife?" Now even Mi was screaming with full voice and Ronnie lay down on the floor, wriggling as a worm and screaming. More people began shouting and screaming so the party ended in a total hullabaloo.

Mi refused to talk to me and go home with me, but before I left I told the local party boss that I was going to tell the newspapers what the asshole Ronnie had done and that I had warned him about the consequences if he did it again. He begged me not to do that and promised me that not get the police involved.

I went home alone. Paid the babysitter and then Mi's mom rang and told me that a very upset Mi was at their place and should stay there for a while. Her parents and I were very good friends and when her mom asked for what had happened I told her the truth that during the last weeks Mi had obviously got an increasing passion for an arrogant top-politician in the Liberals and they had planned something to the Christmas party and both of them had been very disappointed when I joined her there instead of going to the party at my Sport club which I had planned to do. Together they had humiliated me during the whole evening and ended up with hard necking at the dance floor. I gave him a serious warning the first time and the next time they did it I did what I had promised to do. Mi's mom told me that in her opinion I had done the right thing and both she and her husband was on my side in this matter. Then she invited the kids and me for lunch on Sunday, which I accepted.

Mi and I didn't say a word to each other's and none of us adults mentioned anything about Mi's and mine problems during the lunch. After the lunch she got a text message and told us that Ronnie was out of the hospital. Her dad replied that because it was his self-inflicted stupidity, which brought him there, we had no reason to feel sorry for him. Her mom agreed and Mi got so fed up at her parent's chose of my side that she decided to come home with me.

At home she asked me if I was sorry for what I had done? I told her "No, not a shit" and I shouldn't hesitate a nanosecond to do that again if the damn asshole challenged me. Then she accepted my suggestion for a timeout to Monday evening after my meeting with the local and district leaders from the Liberals.

There are many different professions among the members in a sport club. One of the board members in my club was a successful and feared lawyer who got a good laugh when I told him about my problems and promised to help me. 

We met at the Liberals office and my lawyer took the command, held the first and only speech and got their district boss to agree to the terms he suggested. The meeting was over in less than twenty minutes.

Back at home I told Mi that I was satisfied with the meeting and it was high time for us to have a talk when kids were sleeping. When they were, we sat down in the living room and I told her, " Your district boss agreed that Ronnie's shameless sexual harassment of an honorable citizen's wife in a public place as a serious misbehavior against their party program and rules. Therefore both my wife and I could expect written excuses both from Ronnie and their party leader or party secretary."

Mi was totally astonished when she said, "What about you? You hit and kicked him so he got terrible pain and had to be taken to the hospital in an ambulance."

"I promised not to call the scandal papers in this matter."

"And that's all?"

"Yes, I couldn't demand any economic compensation because your behavior in this mess wasn't totally free from guilt. So this damn snooty pervert was the real reason why you began to wear sexy outfits to your meetings. Do you love him? Any plans for further dates with him?"

"Of course not. Do you really think I'm cheating?" 

"No, I hope not. But I have a good reason to be humiliated as hell for what happened at that damn party and I'm disappointed because my wife is such an easy prey for an slimy coward asshole as this Ronnie. You were very eager to get me stay away from there. It is easy to imagine what could happened if I hadn't I been there to stop him?"

"Can't you understand that you have overreacted? I danced a slow dance with Ronnie and he teased you a little because you were jealous. That's no reason for kicking him to hospital."

"I don't care if you are dancing 24 hours a day with 100 Ronnies but I knew that this asshole had been bragging about getting your panties off during that very evening and when I found you and this scumbag locked in into a 'John', you had got too far. Of course I know that I don't own you. You are a free human being and can do whatever you want to do and fuck whomever you want to fuck, even in a 'John'. But not as my wife, that's for sure."

"How can you say so? I can swear that I've never been unfaithful to you neither with Ronnie nor with anybody else though I got plenty possibilities during the years. You ought to know how much I love you."

"So, this Ronnie is something special?"

"What do you mean?"

"He had bragged to get your panties off and he got close, very close, indeed."

She began crying and went to bed without any further comments,

We had a real icy relation the whole next week. But to my great surprise she did a great dinner at the Saturday evening and afterwards when we were sitting at the fireplace with coffee and Cognac she confessed that Ronnie's well-selected comments had got her to feel as a romantic teenage girl again. She was flattered of his interest and her sexy dressing for him was for getting him to keep the interest. They had agreed to have a pleasant evening together at the party but she had not promised to have any kind of sex with him. Then my presence there had got him very disappointed and almost ruined their romantic evening. She swore that she had no plans for going with him to his hotel room during the evening but confessed that there were a slight risk that he could somehow persuaded her to do that. But she seriously denied accepting to going any further than some innocent necking when they sneaked away from the party. She swore that she had been faithful to me since the first evening we met, regretted her behavior during the whole party and begged me to forgive her.


The New Road



I did because I regarded the scandal as enough payment for her behavior at the party and after a few days our life went on as usual until the consultants had finished their projecting for the new road. In the meantime Mi and her committee was hot targets for PR activities from several of the possible entrepreneurs who invited them to see their previous jobs. She was on top again and liked the game.

The next step for the committee was that get the involved parts, the European Union, the state, the county and the city to pay the road. The first step was to apply for money from the EU. One Tuesday evening Mi told me that she had to go to the EU headquarters in Bruxells, Belgium with a delegation from the city Tuesday/Wednesday the next week for fixing money for the road. 

I asked, "What delegation?"

"I, the chairman of the town council and the chief engineer in Street & Road office."

I could not resist my surprise and get joking with her, "So you need to be three people to bring them an envelope. Never heard about DHL or a post office?"

She didn't like my joke, not at all. But I had got curious and decided to find out some more facts about those EU rules. Besides the Delegates in the European Parliament every member country even has an office there with civil servants. I phoned our office where a kind young woman took my call. I told her that I was in export business and a bit curious about their rules in a matter. I asked her my questions and she replied that next Tuesday they had booked short information about the EU and sightseeing tour in the house for a MP Ronnie Langberg's party of four people. Of course it was OK to mail such forms as they were bringing but it was very common among different bureaucrats to take a nice and usually expensive "mini-holiday" there on the taxpayers expenses. 

I had to sit down and calm down. The damn asshole intended to keep his promise and now even using my tax money for getting Mi's panties off. I was sure that as soon as he had succeed to do that he would humiliate me by giving me some hints about it. Therefore I was convinced that he had not already done it. The most humiliating part of this crap was that Mi obviously was in love with Ronnie and had accepted to spend a night with him. I could not find any other reason why he, as the fourth person, joined the delegation from our town for bringing an envelope between two offices. I decided to stop Mi's love night in some way. I could not demand her to skip the trip without telling her what I knew about Ronnie's plans. If I told her what I knew, they would probably stay at home this time but fix a new more secret chance elsewhere as soon as possible. Therefore I had to let them go to Bruxelles and be there by myself for giving them a memorable action of some kind.

I began my planning by asking her about her trip and the hotel in Bruxelles. She told me that she didn't know yet because people in town hall took care of the details and it didn't matter because I could reach her via her cell phone. That was my first clue to something was going on. As a local soccer star I had got a lot of useful connections and I knew that a mother to one of the boys in my junior soccer team worked at the leading travel agency in town. A phone call to her and some nice words about her boy gave me all information both about their flights and hotel booking. The New Road Committee had booked four tickets to the flight and two single and one double room at a five star hotel near the EU district in Bruxelles. I booked a room for me at the same hotel. Then I booked tickets on a low-price flight, which flew from a different airport than their full price flight. 

It was not easy to pretend that everything was OK between Mi and me but I did my best. I even managed to give her a good fucking with multiple orgasms both during Saturday night and the Monday night before our journeys. I put in some extra efforts during Monday because if something went wrong for me in Bruxelles it was our last fuck as a married couple. I even wanted her to have an excellent fuck with me to compare with Ronnie's efforts if he got so far. My secretary and her boyfriend had promised to catch our children at the daycare and stay as babysitters in our house overnight and take the children to daycare at the Wednesday morning. I had packed my overnight bag and hidden it in my car so everything was fixed when I left home in usual time at Tuesday morning. 

My flight was in time and when I checked into the Hotel I told the receptionist that an even friend of mine was supposed to stay at this hotel and wanted to surprise him with some fun for the evening. He gave me Ronnie's room number without any problems. I brought my baggage to my room and went down to the reception searching for place from where I could be overlooking the entrance. I found a perfect place in the bar. Went back to my room, connected my laptop to the web to check incoming flights at the airport and noted that their was fifteen minutes late, which was an advantage for me because Ronnie and Mi had not time to fuck before their appointment at the EU. 

I was back in the bar in time to see them arrive. The two men from the town hall, Errol and Ralph got their key cards first and went direct to the elevators without waiting for Mi and Ronnie, who after a short while went together the same way. I waited a few minutes before I rang her cell phone.

"Hello darling, how are you?"

She didn't sound very happy when she replied, "Is something wrong because you are ringing this time?"

"No I just wanted to tell you that I love you very much and want to know at which hotel you are staying?"

"I don't know yet."

I interrupted her by saying, "You don't know yet if you love me?"

She replied with a stressed voice, "Of course I know"

"Know what?"

"That I love you."

"Could you please call me and tell me the name of you secret hotel if you can find it out while you are staying there? There use to be sign on the wall outside the hotel and most hotels even use to have it embroidered on the towels."

The simple reason for her to want the phone calls at her cell phone instead the hotel phone must be that only one of them could take incoming calls on that phone and obviously it was Ronnie. They understood what would happen if I rang her late in the evening and Ronnie, who wasn't expected to be there, took the call or she took a call from Ronnie's wife.

She promised to tell me as soon as she knew and I put some extra pressure on her by telling her that I was sure that Errol had told such information to his wife I and therefore I intended to call her for further information.

A few minutes later the four of them met in the lobby and went away in hurry. Mi and Ronnie seemed to be arguing about something with the two others and she didn't look happy at all. Probably they were desperate enough to get Errol call his wife and ask her pretend to not know anything. They ought to know that such silly request must immediately start a gossip rolling on in our town.

I had succeeded to push some pressure on Mi and forced her to find out some reasonable explanation to the stupid unknown hotel mystery. It didn't matter what they found out because I was looking forward to have some fun with them during their sightseeing tour in the EU building and went to my room again and rang her after a half of an hour.

Mi sounded stressed and said, "Why are you calling again, I promised to call you when I knew?" 

Before she could say anything further I told her, " Good news to you, I've found out the name of your hotel." I told her the name and address to the hotel before I continued.

"But I can hardly hear your cell phone and have some important matters to discuss with you so I'll call you at the hotel later. Please tell me your room number if not even that is a top-secret matter. You can find it on the outside of the door if you don't know where to search for it."

She didn't like what I told her and replied in angry voice, "Do you think I'm an Idiot?"

I decided it was time to be serious and said, "No, in such case I had accepted your mumbo jumbo about the unknown secret hotel. But because I know that you are a clever and lying as a horse trader, I'm sure you knew everything about the hotel already before you left home. The shameful truth is that you and your husband have already checked in to a double room with number 328. Could you please tell me who of the scumbags pretend to be your husband so I can crash the right man's balls when you are back? I've heard rumors about Errol and if you don't tell me the truth he'll be the first to get his balls kicked at the airport. I can hardly think his wife will have any objections. I've also found out that you already were in your secret room at the unknown hotel together with your new husband during my previous call thirty minutes ago." I hang on.

Now the lying bitch and her cohorts had got something to talk about during their tour in the EU headquarters. I'm sure there had been some gossip at the city hall about what happened to Ronnie during the Christmas party and they didn't want to get any equal treatment, especially if they were innocent to most of the mess. Not difficult to believe that they already accused Mi for getting them in this serious trouble. Whatever was going to happen during the evening, it was not difficult to think that even Mi's hot feelings for Ronnie had chilled down a lot after my last call. 

I knew that there had to be many questions afterwards about why I created this pressure on them before anything at all had happened. Many men in my position had only observed them from distance and taken the confrontation back home. Others had preferred to give them time enough in their room to begin fucking before interrupting them by pretended to be room service or something like that and got in and found Mi in the room, probably naked under the coverlet in the bed and asked her to remain there for ever. The first reason for me to do as I did was that Mi was a good mother to my two children and they needed her. My second reason was that I myself had grown up in a divorced family with a stepmother and therefore had an old-time opinion that children are happiest with their own parents. The third reason was that I was still in love with her. If Mi had cheated me before we got the kids, I hadn't bothered to go to Belgium. Just kicked her out. But now I felt that I owed the kids to do my best to keep the family together. However, allowing her to fuck Ronnie or somebody else was not included in what I could accept. Those were the reasons why I had decided do my best to interrupt her attempt to have a love-story with Ronnie before anything had happened. 

A few minutes later Errol Johnson, the City council chairman, rang me and almost shouted in angry voice, "What's wrong with you? Have you got totally mad? How can you accuse me for such stupid things as you told your wife?"

Now it was getting funny why I replied, "Because my damn soon to be ex-wife have lied to me about your damn trip. She is sharing a double room with one of you scumbags and pretends not to know in which hotel you are having your tax paid orgies."

"Calm down dear friend. Your orgies are only in your sick mind. Of course she is alone in her room. My secretary had booked a double room for her because she thought you wanted to go with your wife and then when Mi told me you couldn't get two days off from your job it was too late to change the booking. You could phoned me a week ago and got all information."

Errol wasn't made with a finger. Good lies, indeed. Hadn't I been there and known the truth I had probably believed him. But I had no reason to release the pressure and told him, "You are a liar, Errol. I'm sure you hadn't told me that you intended to share a room and a bed with my wife. I know your reputation as sex harasser and it is not difficult to guess what you want to do, is it?"

I decided to hot up them a bit further, "Save your comments to the evening tabloid papers which be waiting for you at the airport. Look forward to headlines as ' POLITICIANS IN FIGHT AFTER TAX-PAID SEX-TRIP ABROAD'." 

"No sane man can do that to his own wife."

"Of course not. But she will be my ex-wife after the landing and I'm even inviting your wife and the other scumbag's wife to the airport." Then I hang on.

I'm sure that their interest for the EU had chilled a lot because they had got more important things to discuss. The two men from Town Hall had got into a terrible mess for helping Ronnie in his plans for Mi. If they told me the truth, they would break a holy code of honor by tickle-tackle about Ronnie and Mi and be "put in the freezer" by their colleges. If they kept quite they would get a terrible treatment in the scandal papers and serious problems in their own marriages. Their only chance to get out of this mess was to persuade Mi to do something.

Our evening tabloids had written a lot of the English soccer-star David Beckham's and their national team coach Sven-Goran's affairs and other European soccer related scandals. Therefore they would thank heaven for a domestic scandal with beautiful female national champion, politicians with dirty fingers in the jam, a poor cuckolded local soccer star husband and two innocent children. Enough material for a real slut story. Of course the town hall people could be innocent but the evening papers never checked a good story before printing. If they were wrong they could always print a small excuse some time afterwards.

As expected, Mi rang me ten minutes later, obviously her political friends had performed a hard discussion with her because she could not hide that she was crying. A divorce was too high price to pay for a night with Ronnie. "Oh my God, why are you making this trip to a terrible nightmare for me?"

"Because you have turned to a lying and cheating slut."

"For heavens sake, I can swear that I have not cheated you. I confess that have lied to you about the damn hotel and I will explain everything when I'm back home. Please calm down and don't do anything stupid to Errol and Ralph. I can swear that they are totally innocent. I can try to get a ticket to some evening flight home or move to the Air Port Hotel, if you want me to be away from them."

"What difference wills that make? I'm here; you are there and can keep telling me as many fancy stories, as you want. You are deep into some stinking crap and I'm going to find out what." I hang on and didn't reply to further calls.

A cell phone is a great invention, indeed. It is a great advantage that all European countries are using the same system. All operators are co-operating and it doesn't matter where you are in Europe, your phone finds an operator and you can pretend to be at home when you call somebody or take a call. A few words in my phone had hopefully got Mi to regret her planned love-night and there were more surprises to come.

I went back to the bar from where I could see the hotel entrance. Exactly as I had expected, some more important matters had obviously chilled down their interest for the EU why Mi and Ronnie alone were back about fifteen minutes earlier than expected. They went direct to the elevator and I went to the stairs and rushed up to the third floor.

I got up before them, remained on the in the staircase behind the elevators. I heard them arguing with loud voices but could not hear what they said. They walked against their room and I followed about six meters behind them. When they were at the door and Mi opened her handbag for the key-card I took a rush and shouted, "What the hell is going on?" 

They got shocked but Ronnie recovered within a second and run away to the stairs fearing for his health. I didn't follow him. Mi remained standing just as she had been frozen to ice. When I demanded the key-card she gave me it without any objection and followed me into the room crying as a child. I told her, "Not much guts in your lover boy. No attempts to stay and defend you if I had been violent." 

Inside the room I told her to shut up and answer my question, "I have a room at this hotel. You can follow with me to my room or stay in this room with Ronnie. The choice is yours and I want to hear it now, my room or Ronnie's?"

"Your room, of course, I love you, Please let me explain."

"Pack your things."

I looked around in the room, saw Ronnie's over-night bag, opened it and found his passport and airplane ticket. I tore both in small pieces before I threw them back in the bag. Then I searched the room for his belongings and found a battery charger for a high quality digital camera and the camera behind the TV-set. To my great luck the camera was of the same make as a camera I used at my job. I set it to "slide show" and looked at the pictures, which obviously were automatically taken with two or three pictures/minute. They were about Ronnie got sucked and fucked by a dark haired woman in a large bed. I showed it to Mi and told her that she had been the star in Ronnie's next photo session. Why else did he leave his camera in battery charger instead of bringing it with him to the EU headquarters? After that I didn't found anything else than a razor, aftershave and deostick. I threw everything in the bag, put it in the bath tube and had a good long P into it before I closed it. 

When I was sure that his bag didn't leak, brought it into the room again and told Mi, "Lets' go. "I took her bag and she followed me to my room without a word."

In my room I told her, "Not a word about this damn crap before we are at home. Timeout until tomorrow evening, is that OK?"

I could hear a sight of relief when she replied, "Yes,"

Mi is a beautiful and handsome woman and I understood what a temptation she must be for all horny bastards around her. She had no objections when I suggested us to take a rest in the bed before we went out for dinner. I had never before suspected her for any cheating or made any attempts to check her when she had been out to "girl nights out" with her friends. But now when we lay in the hotel bed I was afraid the she had preferred Ronnie in my place and her reason to be here in my bed was the same as mine, our kids. I didn't say anything and neither did she, but I pretended her to be a whore, undressed and fucked her for my own pleasure only instead of trying to do anything extra for her. However she must have pretended me to be a rough Ronnie who fucked her or had a secret desire to be treated this way because she got two intensive orgasms during the first fuck and one during the second. Afterwards she was sobbing a long time about how much she loved me. 

Her phone rang when she was in the shower and I took the call. It was Errol who wanted talk to Mi. I told him that Mi was OK and in the shower. I went into the bathroom where Mi told him that everything was OK with her. When I took the phone again I asked him to kiss Ronnie in his damn ass and hang on.

We had dinner at a small but nice restaurant and back at the hotel I fucked her twice before we fell in sleep. We had our breakfast in the room, checked out and left for the airport without see neither Ronnie or the two from our city. I had two tickets to the cheap shuttle flight home and it departed in time. Mi didn't complain about the difference in comfort compared to what she could have got for the unused business class ticket she had in her handbag. Not a word about Ronnie and his problems getting home. He had to go to our embassy for a new passport, which obviously must taken so much time that he did miss his flight home if he had fixed it without the ticket. A passport is not needed for travel between different countries within the EU but after September 11th the airlines have demanded it as the only acceptable ID for international flights. 




The New Road



Back home we continued our timeout until the children were home from the daycare and went to sleep. Then we sat down in the living room and I asked her, "Do you still love him?" 

"No."

"No? Could you please explain all the damn cheating behind my back? You didn't stop seeing him after the damn Christmas party, did you?" 

"Of course I did stop. I can swear that I had neither seen him nor talked to him since the Christmas party until he showed up at the airport yesterday morning. It is Errol who took him with us. I didn't know anything before the last Friday when Errol told me that he had good news for me. When I threatened to stay home Errol promised to keep Ronnie from harassing me and persuaded me to go. Ronnie sat next to me during the flight and worked hard to get us back to the old feelings we had before the infamous Christmas party. I can promise you that he didn't have much for it. Errol had suggested me to ask you call me at my cell phone and avoid telling you about which hotel we had booked. I can't understand why I was stupid enough to do that. At the hotel Errol and Ralph took the single rooms and I had no other choice than go with Ronnie because we were in hurry for our meeting at the EU office. I tried to get a single room but they didn't have any vacant. I accepted to keep my bag in the double room and then try to get Ralph change room with me or try at some other hotel. We had booked dinner at one of the best restaurants in town, which I wanted to attend. But your phone calls changed all my plans. When I knew that you knew all about my stupid lies, I got terrified and the only thing I wanted to do was going home with the first possible flight. I swear that I have never had any sex with Ronnie neither before the Christmas party nor after, nothing happened in Bruxelles and I can promise you, nothing will ever happen between him and me. I love you and our children. I'm sorry for been a stupid idiot who let Errol persuade me to lie to you. I didn't dare to tell you that Ronnie was there because I feared you to come there and get in serious trouble. Please forgive me."

"But you can't deny that you were attracted by him and dressed up extra for him at your damn meetings and you had planned something to the Christmas party. And yesterday you lied to me and had no intentions ever telling me that he was together with you in Bruxelles."

"No, I didn't deny it was a slight possibility that something could have happen after that Christmas party, I was stupid but not involved in any sex and you have forgiven me for that evening. Yes, I confess that I shamefully lied to you yesterday and I can promise you that it was the most foolish thing I ever done. My stupid lies turned yesterday's visit at the EU to a horrible nightmare until you came and saved me from the damn mess. The whole stupid trip to Bruxelles was a big terrible mistake."

"You are obviously some kind of a dream-girl for Ronnie. Could you please tell me what other mission than fucking you he had in Bruxelles? As far as I know he doesn't have anything to do with your damn road or with our town. A rookie member of the parliament representing an unimportant small party can hardly have any influence anywhere."

"I ought to have told you that Errol had invited him to that trip. But I wanted to go there and I was sure that you had cancelled my trip if I told anything about him to you. I was sure to be a big girl who could handle that situation. I feared for the consequences if you found out the truth. I got mad when I found out that they had booked us into a double room but we were in hurry to our appointment at the EU and therefore, as I told you before, intended to get a single room of my own when we got back to the hotel. But after you had created a total mess of our sightseeing tour and got the men totally mad I had decided to skip the dinner and take the evening flight home or get a room at the airport hotel. But then you rushed in as a crusader and saved your wife from the evils. Thanks God for that"

She had told me a good true story without any attempts to lie to me. That's for sure. But she knew that everything she said could sometimes be used against her. Her tactics must been "not tell a lie but not tell more than been asked to tell", which gave the story some weak points why I asked, "Why was Ronnie together with you back to the hotel instead of going with the others? Had you agreed him some favors before you left?"

"In no way. I was in total mess and could not even think about such thing. My only goal was coming away from that damn hotel and trying to save my marriage."

I had connected the memory card from Ronnie's camera to my own camera, which was connected to our large wide screen TV-set and started the slide show from the memory card. Now in the large size we could see that those pictures were pure political dynamite. It was Ronnie and a woman in a hotel room. The woman was a well-known member of the parliament. The main sensation was that she is about twenty years older than Ronnie, member of the governing party and married to one of the most respected Undersecretaries of the State. I told myself, "Now I got you damn bastard." 

Then I told Mi, "You were chosen to be the next star to the slide show."

She began to sob loudly and I continued.

"I must say that I'm surprised how damn stupid you have been. Let us imagine that everything had gone on as they had planned and Ronnie and you had got expected glory night together. Can you even imagine what had happened afterwards? Why do you think that Errol paid Ronnie's trip with our tax money and assisted Ronnie to share your room at the hotel? Had Ronnie agreed to share you with Errol and maybe even Ralph already in Bruxelles after he had fucked you and got you on his hook? Or is it difficult for you to guess what had happened when both you and Errol had been away for looking at some crap for the road and stayed overnight? What if he had given you some nasty pictures of you and Ronnie and a polite choice to be a 'good girl' or even I had got some of them? What had you chosen? How many times and to how many men had you agreed to be a 'good girl' before you had burst the bubble?"

Now she was crying loudly and sobbed, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry for being an idiot but I couldn't think anything such about Ronnie and Errol."

"I can because I've heard some rumors about Errol. One pervert with you was already one too much and when I heard that even Ronnie was joining you I feared the worst and decided to be there and see what happened."

We continued talking for a long time and Mi wanted to know why I got suspicious. I told her the simple truth. "We have the highest tax level in the world and I want to know how my tax money is used. That's why I got curious if the journey to Bruxelles was necessary at all. After two phone calls for open information I knew it wasn't. And I knew you were lying to me about the whole damn trip. Your night at a secret hotel with a secret lover had been too much crap for me to take. I went there for saving our marriage and the future will show if I succeeded." 

Mi and I had problems but as nothing went too far or out of control; we decided to go on with our family. But I wanted to do something about the trip and told her what I intended to do and she had no objections.

I wrote a "letter to editor" to our local newspaper in which I as a taxpayer complained about the incredible stupidity Errol and his cohorts had showed when four people went to Bruxelles with an envelope to the EU office. Estimated cost (in US$8000) and our postal service or DHL could done exact the equal job for (US$30). I accused Errol for swindle and demanded the participants to pay the trip from their own pockets.

The newspaper did a half page sized follow up article, which gave me right about all facts and agreed that our tax money could be used in a much better way than sending four bureaucrats on two days tour with a night at a five star hotel included for bringing an envelope from one office to an another.

If some entrepreneur had been allowed to increase his invoice with one million due to "unexpected difficulties" and given those four bureaucrats, Mi included, a big secret "kick back" no people had objected because nobody understood what "unexpected difficulties" exactly meant and nobody wanted to spend a long time in searching for clues. But everybody understands what mailing an envelope is and ought to cost. Therefore they acted as Professor C. Northcope Parkinson says in his famous "Parkinson's Law" that a minor matter is most debated because everybody understands the issues. 

I had expected some angry calls and a few letters to the town hall but got surprised by the strength in the storm of wrath with so many angry calls that the switchboard in town hall collapsed. Then the local radio station and TV gave me an opportunity to "pour more kerosene" to the fire, which blew up even more when a secretary who's been working for Errol's accused him for sex harassing.

Epilogue.

Errol got fired, not for harassing his secretary or for the trip to Bruxelles, but because a the town hall lawyer had found out that between the visit in EU office and the expensive dinner he had used the towns credit card at a famous whorehouse there. Officially he left the job by own request for health reasons with a fat pension and a gold watch in his pocket. Ronnie left parliament, not for his affairs with Mi, she was far from such important member but because for his well documented nasty sex with the wife of the undersecretary of the State. His Party had made some useful support to the government and as a part of the payment for their help the government appointed Ronnie to a well-paid top job in an UN and EU joint venture development aid mission in Angola, Africa. 

Mi got enough of the politics and by her own decision left both the Liberals, her seat in the town hall and the new road committee. She had always been fair in her relations with the local press and got a fair treatment back now when she had problems. She was almost not at all mentioned in their campaign against Errol and Ronnie. Mi and I are back to a happy marriage where all such crap as the tales of Ronnie and Bruxelles are history and put in garbage can, which is never opened. Mi is a real "loving wife"

The new road was built and nobody cared much about the final price. 



The New Role



"So," I asked My wife and slave as W/we lay in bed, "have you given any thought to a Halloween costume for this year?" 

"What!?!" was her anticipated response. "Master, it's just barely the beginning of September!!!" 

"So?" I chided her, gently pinching her just above the hip bone. "There's no reason to not think about it now, is there?" 

"i suppose not, Sir..." I kissed the top of her forehead. "But, Sir, if You're asking about Halloween costumes now, do You already have something in mind for me?" 

"Yes and no," I replied honestly, admiring how the moonlight sparkled in her eyes. "Do you recall the costume shop on Alamen Boulevard near the Chinese restaurant that opened last month?" she nodded. "I was walking past there today and noticed a beautiful, thick, furry cat costume I thought you'd like." 

"A cat costume?" her voice was filled with sudden joy, betraying the fatigue she typically felt (for good reason) after a lengthy late-night play session. 

"As soon as I saw it, I thought of you instantly. I didn't go in the store to check on the price, but it must certainly be expensive to look that close to the 'real thing.'" 

"Well," she replied, "i guess that means i won't be dressing as Jubei-chan this year after all." 

"So you have been thinking about costumes already." Not a question, but a statement, with a slightly accusatory undertone to My voice. 

"Not really, Master. As W/we began watching the Jubei-chan series last weekend, i was thinking about how to potentially create such a costume for when W/we go to another anime convention... but Halloween is just as good a time as any to wear it, or perhaps the cat costume, Sir." 

"Well, think about it. But if you want the cat costume, you will need to let Me know rather soon, as I assume it will sell quite quickly. And then, because of the almost-certainly high price, you will also need plenty of time to earn the right to wear the costume. Understood?" 

she suddenly threw back the single thin sheet covering U/us, revealing O/our nudity to the Man in the Moon as he watched U/us through the window. "Understood, Master," she chimed, her fingers swiftly closing around My manhood as her head headed in the same direction... 

she lay upon a fallen log in the grove of trees at the rear of O/our property. Nude except for her collar and cuffs, she was the embodiment of trust, the cuffs connected by chains to heavy metal stakes driven into the ground. I knelt beside the fallen log, caressing my loving wife's back, gazing into her eyes. 

"This evening is the first step toward earning the right to wear the costume," I informed her. "See the fifteen candles spread out on the nearby boulder?" she nodded. "your backside will be completely covered by wax, from shoulders to feet, before tonight's activity ends. If you make more than a soft moan or whimper, you will have one extra step to earn the right to wear the costume, understood?" 

she simply nodded. 

"you may answer. Do you understand?" 

"Yes, Master, i understand. i will not disappoint You, Master." 

"Whether you disappoint Me is not the issue here tonight. The issue is whether you can successfully complete this first step. Do you want to be blindfolded as well?" 

she thought for a moment, then nodded. Reaching into the duffel bag I had brought with Me, I produced a leather blindfold and carefully affixed it to her head. Then, with a final kiss between her shoulder blades and a quick, playful slap to her rear, I stood and moved the duffel bag out of the way before taking the lighter from a pocket of My jeans to light the first candle. 

I have always enjoyed watching My loving wife strain against her bonds during a waxing. This particular waxing session promised to be the best yet - from My point of view, at least. Never had I completely covered her with wax, so this would indeed be a very interesting session. 

"i'm ready to go, Sir." 

Sitting on the sofa, I looked up from the magazine to find My beautiful young slave standing before Me, wearing a white Kodama t-shirt and tight off-white shorts. Her bra was fairly easy to see through the t-shirt, and I smiled - knowing that thunderstorms were predicted for the afternoon, I figured she would look quite nice and inviting when drenched. 

I glanced down at her feet. "you will likely want to wear sandals instead of those flip-flops," I advised. "It would be a real shame to lose them while on the rides." 

she thought for a moment. "Of course. Thank you, Master." she turned to leave. 

"Before you go, however..." 

"Yes, Master?" 

"As much as I like the Kodama t-shirt, take it off." 

As she complied, setting the garment on the end of the sofa, I reached behind and end pillow to where I had hidden two pieces of particularly-rough sandpaper. Looking up at her, I noticed the look of apprehension on her face, and smiled - more to Myself than to her. Standing, I walked behind her, and slipped a piece of sandpaper into each cup of her bra. "These are to remain in your bra until W/we return home tonight from the state fair, understand?" 

"Yes, Master." The dread in her voice was quite evident. "You plan to have me go on a number of rides today, don't You, Master?" 

"Why do you ask?" I inquired, hugging her from behind. 

"Because as the roller coasters and other rides jostle me about, my breasts will be moving quite a bit inside my bra, sliding against the sandpaper." 

"Oh? Well, I wouldn't know. After all, I don't have breasts Myself." 

she actually giggled at that, and I knew she was beginning to feel a little more at ease about this scenario. 

"Change into the sandals and put the t-shirt back on, and then W/we'll go." 

"Yes, Sir." she returned to the bedroom, leaving the t-shirt on the end of the sofa. I smiled appreciatively - she was following My instructions in order, which would provide Me a nice view of her cleavage when she returned. How thoughtful of her!!! 

For several years, I had been slowly collecting sex sounds from the Internet - sounds of female masturbation, sounds of bondage play, sounds of actual intercourse - and had discovered early in O/our relationship that My young slave thoroughly enjoyed masturbating herself to repeated orgasms while listening to these sounds. So I had converted the more "expressive" ones into a format My CD burner could easily handle and created an audio CD of these sounds. On occasion, when she had been a particularly good slave or had merited a special treat, I would bring out the "sex CD" from its location in a locked desk drawer and put it into the stereo, playing on random repeat, watching as my slave brought herself to climax again and again and again until she could take no more, all while I watched with rapt attention and sheer joy at her performance. 

This time, however, I had a different plan in mind. 

I sat in the recliner, the "sex CD" in its thin plastic case on the lamp table. It was nearly 10PM, with the only light in the living room coming from the five burning candles perched equidistantly upon the mantle. Except for the occasional bark or meow of neighbors' pets, all was silent. 

At last, she made her entrance. Fresh from a long, well-deserved bubble bath, she smelled of a mixture of fruits, each distinct yet melding into a unique scent. Interestingly and to My amusement, My slave decided to present herself on hands and knees, crawling into the living room, stopping to kneel between My legs and looking up at Me with profound love and devotion in her eyes. 

I pressed the backlight on My watch. "It is almost exactly 10PM now," I informed her. "Take a pillow from the sofa, place it in the center of the room, and kneel facing Me." 

"Yes, Master." My sweet slave crawled to the sofa, then dragged a pillow to the center of the room as she crawled again. The pillow in place, she knelt upon the pillow, facing Me. 

"Place your hands on your thighs, the fingertips curling over your knees." 

"Yes, Sir." she even spread her knees a little more, even though in the dark shadow from her right thigh prevented any "true" glimpse of her beautiful womanhood. 

"This is another step in earning the right to wear the costume," I informed her. "you are to remain in this position for one full hour. you may not touch yourself, nor may you rub your thighs together. you may not make any sound whatsoever. Is that understood, slave?" 

"Yes, Master, i understand completely." 

I switched to the timer function of My watch, and set it for sixty minutes. Only then did I stand and pick up the "sex CD," taking it to the stereo and inserting it in the CD player. Seconds later, the soft buzz of a vibrator resonated through the living room. I quickly glanced back at the woman kneeling on the pillow, and noticed her unmistakable smile. 

"One hour," I reminded her, then set the timer in motion before returning to the recliner. 

Within minutes, her eyes were pleading with Me to provide her some relief. I did not need to touch her between her thighs to know that she was quite wet. 

The "sex CD" meandered randomly from a woman with a vibrator, to a lesbian couple in (apparently) a sixty-nine position, to a woman experiencing a double penetration, to a young couple having rough sex, to a female slave rattling the chains of her bondage as she is being alternately beaten and dildoed, to a pair of lesbians enjoying a strap-on, to another woman loudly slurping a cock, to a woman fingering herself while another woman makes lewd comments, to another woman being expertly eaten. 

Through it all, I gently touched Myself through My slacks, always enough to keep Myself on the edge without crossing over that precipice. 

As the timer was ready to expire, I stood and approached, undressing just inches from My slave's pleading eyes. I could tell she was nearly in "pain" from not being able to touch herself; she was Pavlov's dog, and the "sex CD" was the bell. Fully nude at last, I stepped behind her, and knelt. 

The very instant the watch alarm sounded, I shoved My slave forward onto her hands and knees, and quickly plunged into her hot deluge of liquid love. Bending far over her, My hands painfully gripping her hanging breasts for leverage, I took her rapidly, furiously, causing her voice to nearly drown out those coming from the speakers. 

I was absolutely certain the neighbors would make some lewd comments in the morning. 

her aural performance was just as superb as her physical performance, so I rewarded her with one less test to earn the right to wear the cat costume. 

...at least, that is what I told her that night as W/we cuddled in bed. 

"I know you have always been extremely self-conscious about being photographed or videotaped," I said one evening as I sat in the recliner, My loving slave sitting in My lap and leaning against My chest as I gently stroked hers, "but that is the next step if you truly want to wear the costume for Halloween." 

After ignoring her pleas for some fifteen minutes, I finally said, "Enough! The filming session will be Saturday evening." 

Four days for her to dread this next "test." Four days for her to imagine her worst fears. Four days that I could tease her mercilessly by simply reminding her of Saturday evening. 

For My trusting slave, those four days must have dragged on interminably. For Me, those four days were swift in their passing. 

When she finally stepped out of the house and onto the back porch, she looked both kinky and breathtaking. Clad entirely in black leather, she wore an open-cup bra with built-in collar, thong, thigh-high side-lacing boots, and elbow-length gloves. she had also added thick leather cuffs to her ankles and wrists. 

"Your slave is ready, Master," she said quietly, bowing to Me - certainly a nice touch. 

"Come sit," I noted, patting My thigh as I set My drink aside. she complied, leaning into Me as I gently brushed her hair from her face. The ensuing kiss was sensual, but I could definitely feel her nervousness. 

"How do you feel?" I asked, gently rolling a nipple between My fingers. 

"Nervous, Sir," she replied, "and scared. A little angry as well, Master." 

"Why angry?" 

"Because You have never done this to Me before, Sir. You know how adamantly i have expressed my non-desire to be videotaped or photographed except in mundane situations." 

"What is it that you fear or despise so much?" 

"i have never been comfortable exposing myself to anyone but You, Master. But most importantly, i just don't want the 'wrong' people to learn of O/our lifestyle. Even with the really tall fencing around the property, Master, i'm sure You remember just how long it took for me to become truly comfortable with playing outside." 

"I know, little one," I whispered, kissing her cheek softly. "But remember, part of the fun and challenge of O/our play is pushing your limits, and this is one limit which W/we have yet to even touch." 

she simply nodded. 

"So, I guess the next question is: Do you wish to use your safeword?" 

"Not yet, Master," she replied honestly. "If i did, i would have used it the moment You let me know about tonight, Sir." 

"I thought as much," I said with a smile, then kissed her again. "Now, I hope that this evening will be as much fun for you as it will be for Me." 

"i hope You're right, Master. i hope You're right." 

W/we sat and cuddled on the porch swing a bit longer, the conversation meandering to mundane concerns as W/we shared the rest of the Sprite. But finally, it was time. 

I sat for a moment, watching as My loving slave crawled down the steps and began the long trek across the vast yard to the small grove of trees at the back of the property. Ducking inside, I retrieved the prepared duffel bag of supplies and returned outside, quickly catching up with the crawling scantily-clad woman and matching her pace until W/we finally arrived at the grove. To her surprise, the tripod and digital camcorder were already in place, ready for use. 

"Stand between those two trees." 

she slowly stood where I had indicated, and waited as I opened the duffel bag, and produced four lengths of chain with clips on either end of each. I checked that each cuff had been snugly buckled, then attached a chain to each cuff's D-ring. Soon, she was essentially spread-eagle, chains taught as they pulled her limbs outward, the chains wrapped around nearby trees and secured back onto themselves. At last, I went over to the tripod and moved it to a better position, checking the view of My loving, apparently-nervous slave through the viewfinder. 

"Shall I gag you?" I inquired. 

"No, Master. i'll remain quiet for You." 

"Good," I said, "because I would hate for you to be drooling inside the hood." 

"Master?" her eyes and her spirits suddenly brightened. 

I retrieved her seldom-used leather-hood from the duffel bag, and made My away behind her. It took some doing - as usual - to place the hood on her head and secure it with all her hair inside, but she did not seem to mind as I worked. 

After I checked the image in the viewfinder again, I took out the weighted nipple clamps and returned to her. With the eye pads pre-affixed to the hood, she had no idea what I was about to do to her until the first clamp was applied, and it was definitely a struggle for her to not cry out even as she struggled in her bonds. 

"Don't you know that the more you struggle, the more the weight will jump about and yank even harder on your tender little nipples?" I taunted her. "Do you think that then you will still be able to keep quiet?" 

Somehow, she stilled herself. I could hear her breathing heavily from behind the hood, and she still trembled quite visibly even though she no longer truly struggled. "Very good," I praised her as I applied the second nipple clamp, and she amazingly did not struggle or cry out, but sweat was definitely forming upon her skin. 

I returned to the digital camcorder, and made sure she was still in the center of the frame. Unless someone could identify My wife simply by her nose, she looked like any other random woman in leather with her chest hanging out and her nipples tortured by weighted clamps. I retrieved the digital camera from the duffel bag and took several pictures of her, staying far enough away from her so that she could not hear the shutter click as each image was taken. Then, on a whim, I lay on My back on the ground between her parted legs and captured an image of her from this unusual angle; she struggled and moaned something immediately afterward, obviously because she had heard the click of the shutter. 

The digital camera put away, I checked the digital camcorder once more and began recording. Taking the long bullwhip from the duffel bag, I took up My position - behind her and to the side, out of the frame - and struck my slave fiercely across the shoulder blades. she yelped, but not loudly. I waited for her struggles to cease, counted to ten, then struck her again, across her upper thighs; this time, she remained perfectly quiet, but I was certain that the two strikes combined with the action of the weighted nipple clamps were causing her a fair amount of discomfort, if not actual pain. 

After thirty strikes and no other sounds from My amazing wife, I returned to the digital camcorder and stopped the recording. How I longed to see the video of this later that night, but it would need to wait until she was asleep. 

Then again, perhaps I could make her watch it as another step toward earning the right to wear the cat costume. 

I removed the eye pads from the hood, and gazed into her weary eyes. "you did very, very well, little one," I praised her, and she nodded her appreciation. "Now, once I release the chains from your cuffs, I want you to crawl back to the house while I put everything here away. Once inside, you may walk again, and take off the hood and get yourself a tall drink - you have definitely earned it." 

Once she was crawling away, I hurried to remove the digital camcorder from the tripod and recorded her crawling away from Me, her ass prominent due to the thong and swaying nicely. Certainly, her every movement jostled the weighted nipple clamps even more, causing her additional pain, yet onward she continued to crawl at a fairly brisk pace, never looking back, her head held high with pride. 

When I finally returned to the house and set everything aside, she sat in the recliner, her eyes closed, her long hair definitely a mess, a tall empty glass in her hand. After setting everything down, I went over to her and kissed her. 

Holding Me tightly, she screamed into My mouth as the clamps were finally removed. I cuddled her gently as the aftermath of the session finally caught up to her. 

W/we returned from a nice dinner at a semi-formal restaurant.  Before I shut off the engine, I instructed My beautiful slave to go directly to the basement playroom. 

I purposely waited a while, making and drinking a cup of coffee before finally descending the stairs. When I finally opened the door to the playroom, I found My thoughtful slave had lit about a dozen candles and placed them about the cool chamber. Straightening My tie (more as a brief show than anything else), I closed the door behind Me and crossed over to her, taking her in My arms for a long embrace. 

"i always feel so safe in Your arms, Master," she admitted as she pressed her ear to My chest, doubtlessly enjoying the beating of My heart. "Uncomfortable at times as You push my limits, but always safe, Master." 

"As long as you're safe," I said softly, "I can endure anything. your submission to Me is definitely secondary to your safety." 

W/we kissed again, then I stepped away. "I think the stocks are called for tonight. It has been quite some time since they were last put to use." 





The New Roomate



I was beginning my junior year at college when it happened. I had a 2 bedroom dorm all to myself for the first 2 weeks of the semester. I loved the privacy and had my girlfriend, Cindy, over whenever I wanted.

I was kicking back one late afternoon, when I got a call from Pam Clarkson at the office of university housing. She told me that another student needed a room change and that I would have share with him. She finished the call by telling me they would be over in 5 minutes.

I heard the elevator bell, then a knock at my door. I answered and Ms Clarkson came in with my new room mate. Ms Clarkson was very sexy, and a bit flirty with the new guy. She stood about 5-8, had dark shoulder-length hair, big and deep brown eyes, and at least a full c-cup tits. She was dressed to the nines in a dark skirt that was cut just above the knee and a somewhat low-cut white blouse.

I caught myself staring, just as she started to speak; "This is your new guest, Cal. I'm sure you'll do everything you can to make him feel welcome," she said smiling. "Cal is a freshman; so I know he'll be no trouble for you," Ms Clarkson said. After a couple minutes of introductions and hand-shaking, she left.

I sized him up at that point; he was about 5-8 and 150 pounds, to my 5-11 and 175. He was kind of handsome and polite; Ms Clarkson sure thought so, anyway.

I may have been a little arrogant at first; being an upperclassman and, I guess due to our size and perceived strength. Cal just smiled and brought his stuff into his new room. A few minutes later he took a long hot shower and then went back into his room, but he left the door half open. I walked by, on my way to the bathroom and looked in; I thought he was dressed by then. I was wrong; he called out as he wrapped a towel around himself then came out in the hall.

"I thought you were dressed," I said then apologized. "I really didn't see anything" I insisted. He said that he was sure that I "didn't mean to peek" but since I had seen him, he challenged me to a contest to see who was bigger. He said, "Unless I was afraid because of what I saw." 

I really didn't see his cock, but I couldn't back down. I had no reason to back down anyway; my cock is about 5 inches, which is average size. My girlfriends had always complimented me on my size and thickness; I was sure that they meant it too.

I agreed to the contest. I also found the idea somewhat hot, so I was sporting a semi-hardon of about three and a half inches. I smiled confidently as I lowered my sweatpants a bit and exposed my cock to him. Seeing mine, he smiled and lowered the towel.

I lost my smile, then my confidence at that point. I couldn't believe his size, hanging nearly six inches flaccid. His soft thickness was amazing too; about one and a half times the thickness of mine when hard.

I was speechless and didn't realize I was staring in awe at that point. I felt my cock stir and quickly get hard; I had no control over it and couldn't stop it. I was standing there with my cock fully erect, but dwarfed by his big soft cock. The feeling was intense; I felt inferior and he knew it!

He loved it; he said "I never would have guessed that you were so much smaller than me." He laughed a little as he said that he "didn't even have to get hard to beat me."

I stood quietly through his comments; I knew I couldn't refute them.

"How does it feel to be so badly beaten by a bigger soft cock?" he asked.

"Embarrassing," I answered humbly.

"Good," he said; then asked "how I would feel if others found out?" "Maybe your girlfriend or other girls here at school would like to know."

"You. . . you wouldn't do that, would you?" I asked; then I said "Please don't."

He smiled and said "that's better; nice and polite." "Why don't you kneel and ask me again?"

I did just that; I got on my knees and looked up at him, pleading once more for him not to tell. I knew I would be ruined; I'd have trouble hanging on to Suzie and would have a hard time getting dates too.

He looked down at me and turned slightly, his cock swung in front of me. It looked massive; still mostly soft as it hung inches away from me. Cal smiled and said he enjoys the feeling of power he has; he also said he can tell how I feel and that it makes it all the better.

"I'll let you slide . . . for now" he said, "but only on these conditions: you will be submissive, when in my presence; your cock must be in view, whenever mine is; and you will only have sexual release, when I permit it."

"How did this happen?" I thought...I felt helpless and owned...I never thought this could happen.

I agreed.

The next morning, I had early classes and got out of the dorm before Cal was up. All day long, the thoughts would creep in . . . how we measured up as well as the power shift. In spite of all that, I was pretty horny and got hardons throughout the day.

I met up with Suzy before the last class of the day; we were in the same sociology class. She asked to go over my dorm later; I tried to suggest her place and told her I had a roommate. She still wanted to come over to "hang out, have dinner, then have some fun."

When we arrived, Cal was there and was dressed in light lounge pants and a t shirt. His bulge was so pronounced that you couldn't help but notice it. Suzy noticed it too and stared for a minute; she seemed a bit flirty too.

We left Cal watching TV and we went to my room and within a minute, she had my cock in her hands. She quickly had me hard as she kneaded my cock in her hand. She targeted the tip of my cock; dragging her thumb over the slit. She had me leaky and close within minutes; then started quizzing me about my new friend. "What's he packing, a gun?" she asked.

She was pretty wild that day and she wanted to "ride me." She had me lay back, then straddled my face. She lowered her pussy down on my mouth, then began slowly grinding against my mouth. Her pussy was soaked before I started licking her.

As she rode me, she started talking about cocks again; her ex before me was hung -- about 7 to 7 ½ inches and thick. She said she knew Cal must be even bigger than that. She came so powerfully against my mouth. 

After a while, we went out and watched some TV and had a bite to eat. Her eyes kept drifting to Cal's bulge; Cal knew it too. Nothing else happened that night, but as Suzy was leaving, she mentioned that her friend Katie would be in town in a couple days. "Maybe we could have a double date". We can have some drinks and dinner at a new place she wanted to try.

Cal woke me the next morning; he wanted a protein shake. I got up and made one for him. He told me we were to go to the gym, so he could have a workout. On the way to the gym, we took the subway. I sat and Cal stood in front of me. His size was obvious, especially at eye-level when jostling on the train. His soft cock was straining against his shiny silver sweatpants. He was smiling; definitely pleased that I couldn't look away.

We got to the gym and I was surprised how empty it was. Cal was able to breeze through many of the stations while I walked on a treadmill. He worked out for a solid 45 minutes, then hopped on the treadmill next to mine. After 10 minutes of cooling-down, he told me to hit the showers. We were in the locker room, and he stripped first.

As I undressed, I unconsciously covered up a bit. In a whisper, Cal mentioned our deal and that my small cock was to be displayed whenever his was out. I complied. 

There were about 5 guys there at that time; some didn't try to hide that they were checking us out. Their shocked looks made me look down. I was so nervous and embarrassed that my cock was practically hidden, resting atop my tight balls.

I looked over at Cal's hanging cock and it looked even bigger than before. He was loving the attention and the power he felt over me -- and the others who were staring.

He grabbed his towel and headed to the shower; I followed and we hung the towels just outside the shower area. The other 5 had finished dressing and went on their way.

There were body wash dispensers along the shower walls; we each took a handful and lathered-up. I rinsed off, then Cal told me to kneel in front of him. His cock was once again, face level to me. This time it was covered with a thick lather. The cinnamon scent of the wash was strong, but the visual of his half-hard cock was stronger as the shower stream slowly rinsed away the lather.

Cal said "I love having such a nice big cock; I love having you on your knees to admire it. You love it too, don't you?" I can't believe it, but I heard myself say yes.

"Kiss it," he said. I knelt there, overwhelmed by the sensations -- the hot water streaming on my face, the faint scent of cinnamon, the sight of his cock, just inches away. . . I kissed it, then again and again until I lost count.

As I knelt there in the steamy shower, with all the sensations I felt like I was in a hypnotic state. I actually was; Cal's comments and imagery were somehow conditioning me to look up to Cal and want to serve him. I had even relinquished my control over my own orgasms. It's been so long since I've cum, that I am constantly aroused and frustrated.

He swung his cock near to my face; I opened my mouth and took it partly in. I was sucking the tip and swirling my tongue around it. 

After a minute, we heard the door; more would be changing and showering. I got to my feet, just before two other guys came in.

They weren't nearly as big as Cal, but they were still much bigger than me. They quickly looked us over and one commented "you shouldn't be anywhere around the other guy when your cocks are out; I bet that's a huge blow to your ego" he said smiling.

I think they liked being in there, standing near me. I'm sure they felt pretty hot to be so much bigger too. Cal told them that he knew I was a boost to their ego.

He was getting all wrinkly from the water, so Cal decided to go. "I'm going to go have another shake, but Tim will stay until you're done, if you want to feel real big." They did, so I stayed. It was embarrassing as they each took turns standing next to me and comparing. It was especially humiliating when my cock got hard while they compared and teased.

On the train, Cal told me that tonight was our double date. I didn't know what to expect, but I was sure that Cindy's friend Katie would be in for a treat. I also wondered how Cindy would react if any secrets were revealed. 

I tidied up the rooms in case we came back here after dinner. Cal asked me to do it naked, so I did. He called out to me, I barely heard him over the vacuum. I went to his room and found him naked and fully hard. He was stroking and was leaking precum like a faucet. He asked me when my last cum was. I hadn't cum for 2 days before he got here, so I told him it's been 6 days.

"We've never compared cocks when I'm hard, have we?" Cal asked. I told him that he never had to be hard to beat me. Cal smiled at that, seeing how I accepted my shortcomings and his superiority. 

"Let's compare now," he said. He had to keep changing his pace or stop his stroking at times. The long trail of precum down his leg made it look like he was edging for hours.

His long and thick cock was so engorged; it looked massive next to mine. He faced me and held his cock against mine with the tip touching my body at the base of my cock. There was at least a five and a half inch space between the end of my cock and his body.

"I bet you want to cum real bad, don't you?" Cal asked.

I answered honestly, "Yes I don't believe how bad I want it. "Please may I? . . . I'll be fast".

Cal smiled and began stroking faster; his two hands pumping his massive cock.

He stepped back and came; seven forceful blasts hit me, completely covering my cock and balls with his thick cum.

"No, no cumming for you Timmy -- not today," Cal said. "I want you in agony when we're with the girls later."

He told me to rub in his cum, but to be careful not to cum. I obeyed.

"Now go finish vacuuming, then start getting ready for the date," he told me.

I had the place spotless, and then took a cool shower. No matter how hard I tried, my cock was nearly constantly hard. I wanted to wank in the shower, but I feared that Cal would somehow know. I finished the shower and carefully dried off, then got dressed.

The girls were due in 45 minutes.

Next, Cal made his way to the shower; he passed my room with his towel draped over his shoulder and his soft cock swaying - so big and thick as he walked. I felt my pulse quicken.

He left the door open, as he always does, while he showered. The steam came out of the bathroom; it must have been a super hot shower. 

I heard the water shut off, then after a minute, he called me: "come in here for a minute Timmy," he demanded.

I made my way and entered; he stood there in the steamy bathroom -- dried off but still nude. His balls were hanging very low, as was his cock. He pointed to my cock and reminded me to have it out.

He draped his soft cock over my, much smaller hardon -- completely covering it!

"This is what it will look like for the girls tonight; your little cock will be completely unseen because they won't be able to see past mine." "Now kneel down for me, Timmy"

I knelt there, looking up at his mighty cock -- the cock that he used to get in my head...to control me...to own me.

I could feel my own cock leaking precum; I wasn't even touching it.

"Hold it in two hands Timmy, feel its weight...its power."

It filled my hands and truly felt heavy.

As he spoke, it grew heavier and heavier. It was still soft, but felt unbelievably heavy. My arms started to shake a little, under its heft.

"Lick it now, Timmy -- suck me hard" he commanded. I obeyed.

His shaft grew so thick that it was difficult to get my lips much further than the head.

Once he was fully hard, he had me stop.

"Now compare again" he said.

The contrast was unbelievable... I was still shocked and amazed! 

I was completely in awe and Cal knew it.

"Now Timmy, which cock deserves to get pussy tonight?"

"Yours Cal," I answered honestly.

"And who's cock do the girls deserve to ride all night?" he asked.

"Yours Cal," I repeated.

"Good, remember that while you watch us" Cal said with a smile.

"Suck me more now," he ordered. As I sucked him, he held my head and thrusted. He was about halfway in when the doorbell rang. He motioned for me to get it.

I quickly put my hard and leaky cock back into my pants and greeted the girls at the door.

I gave Cindy a quick kiss and gave Katie a hug. I could feel Katie's full -- D cup breast pressing against me while we hugged. She smiled.

Cal joined us after a few minutes. He was wearing tight and paper-thin light blue jeans that hid nothing. The girls each gave him a hug and seemed to switch into flirty and silly mode.

Cal ordered Thai take-out and asked me to go get it. When I returned, they were pretty cozy in the living room having drinks. He was sitting between them on the couch, his arm around Katie and my Cindy was dragging her nails over the outline of his cock in his jeans.

Cal looked up and announced that our dinner was here; we all went into the kitchen and Cal and the girls sat at the table. I transferred the meal into serving bowls and set them down on the table. Next, I poured four glasses of wine and set them out. 

Cal took his chopsticks and tried to catch Katie's nipple. After a few tries, he turned to Cindy. Cindy rarely wore a bra; she could get away with it with her firm B-size.

Cal caught her left nipple in the chopsticks on the first try. He gently tugged and squeezed. A soft "mmmn" escaped her lips.

After a few minutes of that and with my cock fully hard once again, we started to eat. We actually didn't have very much, before Cal moved back to the couch.

I stayed to pick-up; Cindy also stayed to help me.

"Thank you Timmy" she whispered. "Cal told us all about your agreement; that's so sweet of you to put my needs first... it's not your fault that you're so... you know."

She kissed me on the forehead and then joined Cal and Katie on the couch.

Katie was already licking and sucking Cal's cock and Cindy undid her top, showing him her firm b-cup breasts. 

Cal called me in and I undressed. I knelt in front of Cindy; her breasts were at eye level. She started to moan as I licked and sucked them. She leaned back and pulled me toward her pussy. My hand went under her skirt and felt her pussy, no panty. She told me to eat her, so I went under her skirt and was kissing her thighs, then licking her. 

I felt her undo my pants and take my cock out. I froze for a second; worried that Katie would see and laugh. 

Katie was busy though and Cal didn't need to make a point of it. I licked Cindy to a great and drenching orgasm. As she stopped grinding against my face I could see her gaze was focused on Cal's cock.

Katie took my hard cock in one hand and Cal's in the other. He quickly grew to his full length. The girls were turned on at the difference that they finally saw up close. 

"I want some of that," said Cindy as she held his big cock and they moved to the end of the couch. Cal laid back and Cindy climbed over his cock, facing me. She moaned as she slid onto his shaft and began riding him. 

I've never heard moaning and gasping like that before, nor have I seen anyone ride a cock so wildly. She was screaming as she came, but he didn't let up. 

Katie was stroking me slowly as I lay there watching. She could tell when I was close to cumming and would slow down and lighten her touch or stop completely. It was pure torture to be kept on the edge for so long as I watched my girlfriend ride another man's cock. 

Cindy came a second time, then climbed off of the big cock she was riding. His cock was drenched and shiny from her wetness. Cindy and Katie smiled at each other as they switched positions. 

Cindy climbed above me and had me eat her again. Katie was riding Cal and I could hear her moaning with each thrust of his cock. 

Cindy climbed off of my face and positioned her pussy just above my straining cock. She slid down over my cock; her pussy easily engulfed my cock. She rode me slowly and would stop each time I slipped out. Her pussy was so wet and hot and it made sloshing sounds as she slowly rode me and kept me edging.

Cal and Katie had picked up the pace and were going wild. Katie yelled out "I'm cumming" and began shaking as she came. Katie climbed of of his cock and sat next to me. Cindy knelt on the couch with her pussy pointing at Cal. It didn't take him long to come up behind her and slide his long cock -- balls-deep in her pussy. 

Katie cradled my head in her lap as we both watched the others fuck. Cindy would coo and moan with each long thrust. 

I looked up and could see Katie smiling... so satisfied. I couldn't help staring at those big tits. She ran her fingers along my chest; playfully dragging her nails over my nipples, then pinching them. 

She shifted position and I was facing her pussy once again; it was sort of hanging open from being so stretched. I gently kissed and licked her swollen lips, then sucked and tugged on her clit. I heard her moans of approval and she started writhing about. I wondered to myself, "how many times can these girls cum in one night?"

I think this was her fourth or fifth time. Cindy started to moan and thrash about so Katie and I stopped and watched.

She was facing us; we watched her expressions as she was getting the best fucking of her life. She would furrow her brow when she neared orgasm and she had a bead of sweat rise on her upper lip.

Cal was getting close as Cindy got vocal, once again in the throes of orgasm. He pulled on her hips and thrust his cock so deep in her pussy. He moaned and held her still as he filled her pussy with cum.




The New Roomate



He whispered something to Cindy and withdrew his long cock. 

She stood up, shaking a bit, then motioned for me to come to her. As I knelt in front of her, I saw the cum start leaking from her gaping pussy. I knew what to do, so I licked her and sucked her pussy until it was clean. She held the back of my head and ground her juicy cunt in my face. 

Cal also looked down and smiled as Katie knelt by my side, sucking his thick half-hard cock.

Cindy smiled and ran her fingers through my hair as I clung to her thigh. "You're so good to me; you're the best little boyfriend ever" she said.

Katie smiled, but with cum in the corners of her mouth. She leaned down on me and kissed me, pushing her tongue in my mouth and sharing the juices she held.



The New Roommate



Becoming a single parent meant I got stuck with all the bills and only one income. I had to take care of the kids, so I got a second job working nights and weekends. After about six months of working some 16-hour days and 7 days a week, I decided maybe I would try to get a roommate.

I live in a college town, so I didn't know how much luck I would have. There were plenty of vacancies in the paper, and I lived about 5 miles from campus, so the prospect of finding someone probably was slim. I got a couple of calls the first week the ad was in the paper, but I wouldn't live with those people if I was single, let alone a single parent with two kids to raise.

Eventually, I decided I would try one more month in the paper, and if nothing worked out, maybe try to find a cheaper house to live in. I didn't really want to move with my son in high school and daughter in junior high and having all their friends nearby.

Finally, one Thursday night, the phone rang about seven. It was a woman who said she needed a place to stay right away, so I gave her directions. She made it over in about a half hour. I opened the door to find a woman in her late 30's, slender, with dirty blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, and glasses. I let her in, and we sat down to talk. She said she had been in the Air Force, was married, and divorced, no kids, and had decided to go back to school to get her degree in nursing. She was living in an apartment with another female that was younger. She said things started going downhill when the other girl got a boyfriend, and he started hanging around the apartment, even when his girlfriend wasn't there. He would smoke pot, and have his friends come over and get drunk. She said she didn't feel comfortable anymore and was looking for a place.

I had priced the rent low in order to maybe get someone in right away to help with expenses. That's why I got so many deadbeats answering the ad. She said she could afford it maybe but with the long drive, it might be hard. She said she wanted to think about it. I told her why not consider having her eat here too with no extra charge. I figured if I had to cook dinner for two kids, another person wouldn't be that much extra, and we just ate cereal for breakfast and a sandwich for lunch. I told her to just tell me what she liked and I would buy it.

She agreed to try it for a month, and asked if she could spend the night since she didn't want to go back to the apartment. I said sure, and let her sleep in what was the den, but would now be her room. I had put a door with a lock on it, so I let her in, showed her the bathroom, and then started to work on an agreement for us to sign in the morning.

The agreement was simple, and included things like when the rent would be due, how much notice I wanted if she moved out, and how many people she could have over. I didn't care if she had a boyfriend that maybe came by occasionally. I just didn't want the same thing happening as happened to her, she get a boyfriend, and then I have to deal with him hanging around eating all my food, and doing something around my kids that I didn't want in my home. She said she didn't have a boyfriend, and needed to study hard to pass, so that wouldn't be an issue. She did say she didn't have any furniture, so I let her use the daybed, and I brought up some shelves from downstairs, a coffee table and a chair for her to use.

She moved her clothes over that next day, and we settled in. As usual, with someone new, it was a bit awkward at first, but after a while, she became a member of the family. She got along real well with the kids, especially my daughter. She even cooked a meal on occasion when she had time, and she cleaned up her bathroom and room every week.

I like to get up to drink some coffee in the morning and read the paper before the kids got up. She liked coffee too, so she would get up and get a cup before heading to the bathroom to get a shower and get ready for school. At first, we just said hi to each other, but one morning, I had spilled some coffee, and was cleaning it up when she came into the kitchen. I poured her a cup, and then patted her on the shoulder with my usual morning greeting. She smiled, and turned, and squeezed my arm and said good morning. After that, I would have a cup poured for her when I heard her get up. That usually got me a smile and a quick warm hug before she went up to the shower.

One evening when I thought everyone was in bed, I just put on a pair of running shorts and headed downstairs to get a glass of water. I ran into her coming up the stairs to go to the bathroom. She had on a white, loose fitting t-shirt that just barely covered her panties. We greeted each other with surprise, and she slowly walked into the bathroom, and then turned to see me staring at her cute little butt. She closed the door slowly.

I sat down at the kitchen table thinking about her when she came downstairs, and said hello. She sat across from me and we talked for a while. I really noticed how her smile came to her so easy when she talked to me, and she even had some cute little dimples. She still had on her contacts, and her hair was loose and falling down around her shoulders. After a bit, I noticed her nipples start to get hard through her t-shirt. Of course, if she could have seen my shorts, there was a bulge in the middle of them!

She got up and went to bed, and I had a hard time going to sleep that night thinking about her!

A couple days later, she came into the kitchen for her usual cup of coffee. She was later than usual, and I wondered why to myself? She had on a robe that was loosely tied in front. I could see her bare chest, but not her breasts and nipples. She wasn't a large breasted woman, which suited me just fine. I did get a glance at her panties. They were wet...very wet.

She turned to me and asked me if she could get a ride today. She said her car's engine light was coming on the last few days, and I told her she shouldn't drive it like that. I told her I could take a look at it tonight. I told her I would be glad to give her a ride since I worked right by the college and she could put her bike in the back of my truck and ride from my office. She smiled, and gave me a long hug then. Just as she was about to turn and go upstairs, she gave me a peck on the cheek and squeezed my arm. Then she was gone up the stairs.

When it came time to leave, I put her bike in the back of the truck and she sat in the middle. I only have a standard cab pickup and I usually took my daughter to school on the way to work. My son rode his bike to the nearby high school. I dropped off my daughter and drove out of the parking lot.

My new roommate made no attempt to slide over to the right side of the cab, and just sat there and smiled. I reached down to turn down the heat, and found myself holding hands with her. We got to my office, and she asked me what time would I be getting off. I told her 4:30, and she said that would work out fine, her last class got out at 4:00. I showed her where my spare key was in case she didn't want to come into my office, and she said that would work. She gave me a big hug, and a kiss on the lips and left.

Later that day, I found her sitting in my truck when it was time to leave. I usually work out every day at a gym on the way home. I asked if she wanted me to give her a ride home and go back to the gym, but she said no, she could sit in the lobby and study while I worked out. Today was my cardio day, so I gave her a hug, and headed to get changed. I went upstairs, got on the treadmill and started my 4-mile run. After about a half hour, she got bored and came upstairs to look around. She walked up the stairs and saw the back of my butt working hard to run a fast pace. She leaned up against the wall and tried to imagine what it would be like to come over to me from behind, hit the stop button, and take me in her arms and kiss me hard. She thought about kissing the sweat off the back of my neck as she reach up in front of my shirt to grab my nipples and then scratch her nails down the front of my chest. She thought about how it would be if I turned around to kiss her, as her hands made their way down my chest to my shorts. She thought about pulling down my running gear, and getting on her knees to take my cock into her mouth...

I finished my run and stopped the treadmill. I turned to go get a towel to clean off the machine when I saw her standing there. She was staring straight at me, in sort of a daze. When she realized that I had stopped, she smiled and walked over to me, and gave me a quick kiss. I reached over and squeezed her butt, and then went and got a towel. We walked hand in hand downstairs to the front of the men's room. She asked me if it would be all right to go warm up the truck while I took a shower. I told her sure, and she squeezed my hand, gave me a quick kiss, and headed out the door.

When I finished my shower, I went out to the parking lot. That day I had parked in the back facing the street, so it was a bit of a walk to the truck. When I first saw her, I thought she was sleeping or resting because her head was leaned back against the driver side headrest. As I approached I noticed her eyes were closed, but her head made some movements. I got up to the door to open it, and looked in. She remained with her eyes closed and her head back. Her white blouse was open all the way, and un-tucked from her jeans. Her jacket was parted, and her bra was pushed up so her left hand could cup her right breast. With her forefinger and thumb, she was rubbing and pinching her nipple. Her jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped, and she had her right hand buried beneath her panties.

I thought I heard her moan. She was masturbating!

I stood there enjoying the sight for a few moments when I heard some people walking to their car close to my truck. I unlocked the door and quickly got in. She sat up and looked at me with blinking eyes. Her hands remained where they were. I leaned over and kissed her. She responded by taking her hands and holding my face while she kissed me long and hard. Her tongue met mine, and we were instantly lost in the feeling of being with each other at last. I stopped and looked at her. Her right hand was wet from her pussy, and I took it with my left hand and started to lick her juices off each of her first two fingers. She kissed the other side of her hand and our tongues played with each other across her fingers. I reached down her panties, and touched her clit with my right two fingers. She reacted very quickly, grabbing my cock through my jeans and squeezing hard. She started to unbutton my jeans, and pull the zipper down. I told her to wait; I wanted to go find a safer place to park. She heard me but continued what she was doing anyway.

She pulled my cock out of my jeans, and started to finger the head of my cock with her fingers, first taking her forefinger and probing my hole and then my vein. I tried to concentrate as I backed out of the parking spot and drove through the parking lot until I came to the now deserted doctor's offices. By now, she had her head down and was sucking the head of my cock and licking my shaft. I leaned back against the door, and she put all of me in her mouth and started to fuck me as hard as she could. She then decided she had enough of that, and grabbed my jeans and shorts and just about ripped them off of me!

She quickly made her way up my chest and licked my neck with her tongue as she grabbed my hard cock and started to fit it into her very wet hole. She whispered in my ear that she wanted me for so long and now she was going to fuck me like I've never been done before. She mounted me with her hips and legs on either side as I slid down in the seat to make work of her pussy with my cock. I grabbed her butt, and squeezed her tight as she rocked and pumped me for all she was worth. She let out a loud scream and kissed me hard on my neck. I nibbled on her ear, and then grabbed a nipple with my mouth. I sucked on it hard, and played with the other, as her back got suddenly very firm. Her orgasm came on quick and her body shook all of a sudden. Her breathing got shallow and she quit kissing me long enough to let out several loud pants and lick her dry lips.

She buried her head in my chest and shook even more now as the waves of an orgasm continued to send shivers through her spine. She panted with every breath, straining to get some oxygen. She looked up at me and then kissed my dry mouth with hers. She whispered in my ear to wait a minute before she would finish me off. I told her we should go back to the house before we got arrested, and she reluctantly agreed. She got off of me and sat next to me while holding my cock with both of her hands.

She rubbed my cock until the pussy juices got dry in the warmth of the truck. She bent over and spit on the head of my cock, and then licked her saliva on down my shaft. She spit on me again and then stuck my cock in her mouth and started to fuck me. I prayed that I hit all the green lights on the two-mile drive home. When we got to the last light, it turned red! She started to taste my pre-cum, so she bit the head of my cock and squeezed it hard with her thumb and forefinger. She had given me a hickey on the head of my cock! She smiled and said she wanted me to wait to cum until we got home!

I smiled and stuck a finger back into her pussy as I made the turn to my house. I opened the garage door with the opener and drove straight in. The kids weren't home, so we grabbed our clothes off the floor, and headed upstairs as the garage door closed behind us.

We locked the door, and she proceeded to rip off my shirt. She got on her knees and scratched my balls with her fingernails and then my cock. She licked my head, and kissed my new hickey! I laughed as she took me all in and made me good and hard again as she fucked me with her lips and tongue. I reached down and played with her nipples as she continued to suck me. When I was good and hard, she turned to get on the bed. I couldn't resist, so I grabbed her butt, and shoved my cock inside her from behind. She got on to the bed, grabbed a pillow, and put it under her hips to give me a good shot at her very wet hole. I pumped her hard, and squeezed her nipples. She groaned and grabbed the edge of the bed just as another orgasm shot through her. This time I continued to pound her as she cried out OMG!

After a bit, she reached down, and started to play with my balls as I continued to grind my cock inside her. My orgasm came shortly after hers, and I wanted to pull out and spray it all over her back and butt. But her hole was right there, so I put the head of my cock against it and shot cum into her butt. It felt good to her, so she reached back and spread her cheeks for my cock and pushed her hips and butt towards me. I pushed my way in, lubricated by my own cum. I stayed hard long enough to give her some fun, and she rocked her hips to my motion. I reached around and stuck my finger on her wet clit, and played with her pussy.

I finally pulled out of her, and rolled over on to the bed. She snuggled next to me and I stroked her hair as she played with my chest and nipples with her fingernails. We enjoyed the feeling of being with each other as we kissed and fondled each other. I finally looked down and asked her if she wanted to go take a hot tub. She agreed, so I got up and turned on the water to fill up the tub. We took a shower while it filled, and I washed her beautiful body, taking my time to play with her breasts and nipples. I got on my knees as I washed and then played with her pussy with my mouth and fingers.

We finally made it over to the hot tub. We were both aroused and started to play with each other again. I eventually lifted her out of the tub to sit on the edge. I licked my way down her thighs, and then buried my head between her legs. She grabbed my hair, and pulled me into her even more. I fingered her pussy, and licked her clit as she put her legs over my shoulders. She told me how good that made her feel...

She looked at me and smiled, and whispered into my ear, "I think we might pull an all nighter!"



The New Routine:



Saturday morning, I woke with Jennifer's warm body next to mine. It was wonderful and I did not move until she woke. We locked eyes and she gave me a morning kiss on the cheek. "Go ahead and make me some eggs and toast".

I left her in bed to go get her breakfast ready. While I was, I heard the shower running and as I was putting it on the table, she came in and sat to eat. I was going to kneel in my place, but she stopped me by saying, "No, go take your shower. You didn't have one yesterday."

I did as asked and when finished found a list on the small table near the front door. The only thing on it was laundry and ironing, but in-between switching loads, I was to massage her feet downstairs in the basement. I separated the laundry, of which I personally had none, and got the first load in. I went downstairs to find Jennifer on the couch reading a newspaper with some lotion on the table. I took her feet and began to give her a foot rub kneeling in front. The day continued with me switching loads, putting dress clothes to be ironed and sorting the clean ones to be put away. After lunch, the door bell rang. It was the UPS guy and I did not answer the door. Jennifer asked who it was and when I told her, she came to retrieve the package.

She told me to find a place under the kitchen sink to keep my new clothes and put on something. It felt strange to have clothes back on and when I went back to continue the foot massage Jennifer said, "Look how good you look!". I did a little strut with a smile before continuing the foot massage. Later in the afternoon, Jennifer took me out to the grocery store to do some shopping. She also took me to the mall to get a cooking book. It brought back to mind the conflict I felt about now knowing about my job and old apartment with not being allowed to bring up the issue to her. We did end up walking right past the candle store. Jennifer said, "Don't worry. I went and told them you are working for me now. The manager seemed to understand. I also ended your lease and had the Salvation Army come and pickup your things. The name change paperwork went through too. You are officially Mr. Jennifer Wilkins." she said with a smile.

As we walked through the mall, I wondered how I had become so lucky. My life had tuned into bliss. 

My new life settled into a routine of service to my dominant, Jennifer. I was mostly a live-in domestic servant, a role I strangely enjoyed. There was something about living as a recognized servile to a woman who was pleased to use me as her submissive that left me almost always awash in a new contentment I hadn't known before. It was a feeling I craved and sought by doing things I felt Jennifer would enjoy of me. When I did, the intensity of the sensation would increase and was the driving factor in my actions through the day.

I did not have any access to any money. I was never given anything to spend either. During that first week, Jennifer brought me some forms to sign from my bank to close my old checking account. I do not know what happened to the $200+ that was remaining in the account when I signed the forms. Jennifer never mentioned it. She did have an account at the local grocery store. Once a week I would walk there to complete the grocery shopping and have the checkout clerk put it on Jennifer's tab. I carried a new ID card with my new name incase ever asked, but the clerks in the store new me and never did. They all new I worked for her some way.

Jennifer and Steve had dates a few times a month. Each time when they came back, I would take care of getting Steve hard, and then clean Jennifer when they were done. Also, the young woman who was still having me call her Ma'am, came for lunch about once or twice a week. She never ate anything. She just enjoyed using me to get off on her lunch hour. Once she brought a friend. The three of us were in the basement with me doing her while she was on the wingback chair. While I was, the second lady started to playfully hit my butt with a ping-pong paddle. When she swatted harder, the pain would jolt me and I would alter how I was eating her pussy for a brief second. When I did, Ma'am told the other to do it again because it felt good to her and the swatting picked up. I would feel the shock of pain and it would cause my mouth to try to yelp, but since I was at work it just caused my lips to contract around her clitoris. Ma'am really liked this and came harder then I had ever gotten her off otherwise. My bottom hurt for about a day after that, and Jennifer gave me a hand swat when she came home that night. I guessed the story traveled around the office after lunch.

Somewhere near the end of January, Jennifer brought me to the basement and secured my hands in the cuffs to the eye bolt. She removed the chastity device. It was the first time it had been off in about three months and my body sprang to an erection as soon as it was removed. I was in a sexually frustrated state which I found enjoyable as a submissive. It fed into another kind of pleasure I often enjoyed. Being denied sexual attention was apart of the servile status of what I enjoyed about being submissive. Jennifer took an empty candy bowl in one hand and in the other stroked my erection. I felt the impending orgasm after only one stroke and looked into Jennifer's eyes. She held my gaze, but did not stop. I knew she could tell I was going to loose control and then passed the point where my body took over into an ejaculation. It felt wonderful as I expelled what felt like seven or eight shots. Jennifer had caught it into the extended candy bowl.

When it ended, I slumped against the wall exhausted from the experience. It was the most intense and orgasm I had ever had and the pleasure was still reverberating through my system. It took me awhile before I caught my breath. Jennifer put the candy bowl on the dresser and rubbed my chest for a moment before replacing the chastity device. She then undid my wrists and said, "Go kneel over there near the table."

I did as asked, but my legs were still a little wobbly. I knelt and Jennifer said, "No face the other way." I turned around, facing away from her and toward the table. I heard her continue by saying, "Submissive men need special handling after they are given an orgasm. It helps them get over the effects. Lay over onto the table."

I gladly slumped onto the low coffee table in front of me. My body was still exhausted from the orgasm and I put my head down between my arms on the table top. I felt Jennifer step lightly on each of my big toes with her shoes. She reached over and put the candy bowl next to where my head was. I didn't make a move. I felt her hand between my butt cheeks and warm oil. There was then a pause. I felt something press against my anus and I instinctively pulled away. Jennifer's feet pressed down on my toes quickly and I felt a sharp pain.

"Don't move"

Again a press against my anus, followed by what was obviously a dildo being worked into it. Once it was in, I felt an overwhelming embarrassment and wanted it to stop, but Jennifer kept her feet on my toes and I had no where to go. I felt dread and panic and wanted to get away, but I felt the dildo begin to vibrate and Jennifer started to work it slowly back and forth.

"I want you to say, I am a sissy who likes to be rammed up the ass"

Everything in me wanted to get away and I wanted to say nothing at all like what she was asking. I felt more then thought through the words coming out of my mouth in compliance. It was like a submissive pleasure had left and I was bucking against what she was asking of me, but a trickle of the submissive pleasure took over in response.

"That's right you do. You are a sissy who likes dildos in your ass. Drink that cum you cum drinking slut."

As she continued to move the vibrating dildo I felt myself reach for the candy bowl. I lifted my head off the table and as she continued to rhythmically go in and out, I drank. I was in a sort of submissive trance.

"Look at you getting hard again. How embarrassing you cum drinking sissy slut." I was getting hard in the chastity device. She was right. It was devastating to me as I finished drinking the last of my cum.

I put the bowl down and she removed the dildo. I lay on the table as she left the room without saying anything else. I lay there for I do not know how long. I felt I should clean up and took the candy bowl and dildo to the wash room to rinse. I then dried both and put them back on the dresser before going up to the kitchen. I lay in my customary sleeping spot and felt a defeated attitude settle in. I was exhausted though and fell asleep in only a few minutes.

The next morning, I got up as I normally do and prepared Jennifer's breakfast. I was kneeling in my spot when she came down and sat to eat.

"Stand up" she said without looking at me.

I quickly did and her hand went between my but cheeks over the blue jeans I was wearing. I still had the defeated attitude and did not pull away from her mockingly rubbing where she dildo fucked me the night before. She had a subtle grin that I could recognize as ridicule. It still did not phase me.

"Go takes these off" she said as she tugged at my pants, "and go put on my blue silk camisole. The one I sometimes wear for Steve."

I was in a kind of trance and walked up to her closet where I knew the camisole was. I took off my clothes and pulled it over my head in a blinkless daze and then returned downstairs. I was greeted with Jennifer laughing, clapping and then saying, "You look great! Come over here."

I walked to my spot next to her and she put her hand between my legs, "Come on now, my cum drinking sissy slut. Tell me how much you liked me fucking your ass with the dildo last night and slurping up a bowl of cum."

Her face turned stern. I hesitated only a moment before recounting the emotions I felt that lead to my erection. It was true I enjoyed what she had done to me and had to honestly express it to her. I had no defense against saying otherwise. When I finished, she rose and told me, "Perfect. I knew you had a sissy cum slut in you. Now we both know. You keep that on today as a reminder of who we both now know you really are." She turned and left through the back door without saying anything else. I stood motionless as I watched her drive off to work.

After about five minutes of remaining unable to move, I dejectedly went through the motions of cleaning up the breakfast dishes. As I did, my mind was on the camisole I was wearing and what had happened. I began to sob. I had to put the dish I was washing down so it would not break as I held onto the sink and cried for a long several moments. My emotions were in utter turmoil and I had no control over them. Several waves of grief washed over me. I was not in despair about my service role to Jennifer, but the realization that I was exactly what Jennifer had said, a cum hungry sissy slut. It was true and standing with the silk of the camisole against my skin made the realization unavoidable to me. In a way, Jennifer was guiding me into my own submissive self discovery. She knew me better then I did myself and surrendering to her guidance was what helped the despair I was experiencing change to devotion to her. She held the secrets to my happiness. My life was an act of servile service to her. I took up the dish and proceeded to finish the morning washing with the beginnings of a new hope.