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Imagine There's Still Love Ch. 01

By: EdgarJames34



He heard the front door close, then heard her heels clicking across the stones of the entryway and then across the hardwood floor of the great room. She walked like a Goddess, pranced and strutted and prowled like a predator she cat. He could practically see her, just from the sound and the memory. How many times had he waited for those sounds of her returning home to him? How many lifetimes had he spent in torturous splendor while she lived out his fantasy? 

Why didn't he feel the same about her anymore? How had it all gotten away from him, from them?

"Hello Jonathon," she said, her voice so quiet that it was almost trembling. She leaned against the kitchen door jam, reaching down to remove first one high heel and then the other. Somehow being suddenly six inches shorter did not diminish her power and dominance even an iota.

"Hello Lucinda," he replied from his perch on one of the bar stools at the kitchen counter.

"I saw you at the cemetery, but you were gone so quickly that I could not find you after the service. How have you been, baby? "

He ignored her question, taking a long sip from the bottle of Heineken he was holding.

"Hope you don't mind that I let myself in," he said, holding the bottle up for an instant. "I found this in your fridge...be sure to thank whichever of your boyfriends I stole it from. "

She sighed and forced a smile. "I wasn't sure when I was going see you again. You left without so much as a note, and that was more than two months ago."

"Only seemed right to come back for Oliver's funeral. I didn't know him very well, but he seemed like a nice enough guy."

"I'm glad you did." Her smile stretched her dimples and her eyes seemed to sparkle. "He was a nice man...a good man."

"I suppose I'll have to just take your word for how good he was." He raised and lowered his eyebrows.

Her smile faded. "Was that really necessary?"

"None of this is really necessary, I suppose. I could leave if you like."

"No. I'm glad you've come home."

"Not really my home any more, is it?"

"Of course it is."

"You do remember than my name is no longer on the deed since Arthur paid the place off? He demanded it be in only your name, if I recall."

"I've missed you," she whispered.

When he met her gaze, there was a glassiness to her the bottoms of her eyes. Where was the woman who found life in the garden that day five years ago? Where was the woman he had submitted to? This woman seemed more like the Lucy he had married, more like the mother of his daughters, more like the woman he had asked her to change from. Where was Lucinda?

"Sure you have," he replied, a veil of laughter caressing his voice. "I'm sure the other four boyfriends have kept you more than busy while I've been gone."

She chuckled softly. "They do keep me pretty busy."

There she was; just a hint of the evil Lucinda in that laugh. He did not allow himself even a hint of a smile, no emotion at all, in fact, as though it no longer mattered. He stared at her as though he was already gone again, and her smile also faded again.

"I'm sorry sweetheart...I didn't mean to... "

He waved a hand of dismissal in the air, slowly shaking his head. He was no sweetheart to her anymore. There was only a tired man who had had enough.

"So you are leaving again? " she persisted.

He shrugged. " Part of my job to travel now."

"I talked to your boss a few weeks ago. Angela said you took over the Asian supply chain. Isn't that a step back for you? You were managing the whole region from here, weren't you?"

"I have the whole Pacific rim now, so eventually it will work out better. At least it allowed me to escape all of this. To escape from you. What difference does it make anyway?"

"Only all of the difference in the world baby," she said. " What do you mean, escape from me?"

Was there fear in her voice? Odd. What to make of that? He took another sip of his beer.

"Looks like you're doing okay without me."

"I can't imagine my life without you," she continued. "I always believed that we would grow old together. I always dreamed we would die in each other's arms."

"That's really romantic." He breathed a disgusted chuckle. "Going to be a little crowded, isn't it?"

She sighed deeply. "You do remember that this whole boyfriend thing was your idea, don't you?"

"You planning on growing old and dying with all of them too? Jim is only fifty four. And Arthur is what? Fifty nine...sixty? I'm almost sixty six. You think I'll outlive either of them?" He did not try to hide the bitterness in his voice.

"You are twice the man either one of them are."

There she was again. There was Lucinda, as powerful as ever. How was he supposed to fight off his pride and the swell of love that invaded his tough exterior when she talked like that to him? What was she trying to do? Was she trying to give him hope, to tempt him back? 

Did he really want her back? Could he go back? He loved her, loved everything about the memory of their old life together and most things about the new life in the last five years, but could he ever figure out a way to survive the bad too? Could they ever go back to something he could live with?

"Twice the idiot maybe. I was so fucking stupid. It seemed so right...so exciting and so thrilling. There was so much emotion, so much of a thrill from the unexpected. So much passion for the dominant woman you became. So much adoration inside of me from my submission to you. Biggest damned mistake of my pathetic fucking life. "

"Don't say that...I know better...I know what's in your heart...remember? I adore that submissive man."

"Maybe you knew what was in my heart when we started out. But you lost track of what was in my heart when you started giving yours to someone else. I was stupid...childish. It was a fantasy, for crying out loud. I should have never mentioned it. Never should have brought it up."

"I never gave my heart to anyone but you. You're still the only man who will ever have that. What happened was just the natural physical psychology of dominance and submission. It was only natural the way it turned out. We needed this...you needed this...I grew into what you needed and I wanted...you know as well as I do that we never would have made it without them...without Bull anyway. "

Was that true? 

Possibly. Probably. Damn. 

He hated the torrid and powerful mix of thoughts and emotions that were swirling through his head.

"Then I guess it really doesn't matter anymore, because we can't make it with them either. I've had more than enough of being second, or third, or whatever. I would just as soon strangle that old fucker as look at him. We could have had a double funeral today. "

She gasped slightly. "I see." Her voice was so small that he could hardly hear her and Lucinda almost disappeared again. "You do know this really isn't about him, don't you?"

"Like hell it's not. Who in the hell do you think it is about?"

"You begged me for this. You do remember that, don't you?"

He looked at the floor, sighed deeply then tipped his head back to look at the ceiling, all in an effort not to meet her gaze. He knew she would have him again if he looked into her eyes.

"I remember."

"And do you remember how we did not like each other very much after the girls graduated and moved away? Do you remember how lost and confused we both were? Do you remember that I was ready to run away, to pack it all in and leave you after more than thirty years of marriage?"

"Yes," he replied.

"Then you got this idea about being in submission to me. It was our only hope...the only thing that could save our marriage. You begged me to take contol of you, but I didn't know how to do that...didn't know how to be whatever it was you wanted me to be, and that only made everything worse. If Bill hadn't been there to teach me, we never would have made it. You were miserable...I was miserable, but Bull saved us...and you know it."

"Then how did it all get so fucked up?" He pounded his beer on the counter, some of the foam spilling out of the bottle. "How did it end up getting so far away from me that I don't care if I get it back? How in the hell did I lose you so bad that it doesn't seem to matter anymore?"

There he was again, the old Jonathon Thomas. There was the man she did not like very much, the man she never would have stayed with. There was the man he put away that day in the garden. He did not like that man very much either. He admired and needed some of his strengths, but loathed his lack of compassion. Could he somehow be both men? He had been trying hard for most of the last five years.

Lucinda sighed deeply, removed her dangling earrings, and pulled her tight black heavy sweater top over her head as she marched to the breakfast table. Her blonde hair pulled and crackled in the static electricity as she shook it free and tossed the sweater on the table. 

"What are you doing?" Jonathon snapped.

"You remember the rules. Bull demands that for any serious conversation between us that we have to be completely naked. We have to feel vulnerable if we are really going to understand each other...to really get in touch with each other. You seem bent on leaving me...on throwing us away after everything we have been through together. In my book, that's just about as serious as it can get."

"I'm not taking my clothes off. Bill can go fuck himself. Or you can. "

A harsh glare past over her face as she unzipped her long tight woven black skirt and let it fall to the floor. She bent over and plucked it up, folded it, and laid it on the table.

"He never has, and never would, violate that trust, even if there were enough blue pills to do that for him."

"Whatever," Jon scowled.

" Did you know that once upon a time he was just like you? Did you know that his wife was dominant and that he was submissive? "

Jon was silent as he absorbed that. That was not true. Was it?

" I'm not even sure I think that's possible. "

" She died almost fifteen years ago. The loss was almost too much for him. He thought about killing himself. Somehow he discovered a will to carry on, and he put all of his energy into helping others. That's how he became a therapist. That's how he came to help me...us. "

" He sure as hell didn't help me? "

" Oh yes he did baby, " she replied as she reached both hands behind her back and unclasped her black Victoria Secret bra.

Her large breasts stood out proudly and magnificently as she slipped the bra straps off of her shoulders and shook the garment down to her hands. She quickly tossed the bra on the table.

She was a vision. No man in the world would ever guess that she was sixty one years old. Most would guess that she was thirty-five. Some might guess she was forty, but few would guess a day over that. Her blonde hair was shoulder length and full, her skin smooth and tight and her carriage well defined and toned. Her breasts were perfect, her stomach flat, and her hips were rounded flawlessly. Her arms and legs were defined like a dancer. She was the shear perfection that hundreds of thousands of dollars of another man's money had purchased.

But something was new. Large silver and diamond studs adorned each nipple of her D cup breasts, and it was all Jon could do to keep his mouth from falling open.

"Got your nipples pierced?" He could not stifle the bitterness in his voice. "So which one of them had that idea?"

She smiled and let out a brief chuckle as she twisted her shoulders back and forth, swinging them from side to side. "That was Jim...I think he was jealous of Arthur a little bit."

"But Arthur bought those for you over three years ago...why would Jim be jealous now? "

"Arthur took me on a trip to Cabo a few months ago. He wanted to show me off a little more than usual, so he bought me some really tiny bikinis that were made out of some almost transparent fabric. They were like being naked when they are wet. When I modeled them for the other boys, they got jealous and started a kind of competition to make their mark on me."

Jon closed his eyes and fought for control. He was on overload for several reasons. First, the mental image of those other men competing over his wife's naked body made him sick to his stomach. Second, he was putting the pieces of a two month old puzzle together.

"You never did tell me about that trip, " he said quietly. " I wondered where you went."

She was silent for a moment, and her expressiom was impossible to read.

"It was just a spur of the moment thing," she finally said. "I'm sorry."

"First time you ever left without at least talking to me about it."

"I said I was sorry."

"That was why I left you."

"I see. I promise to never do that again."

Did he believe her? Did it matter?

The real problem, however, was that as mad as he was about what he had just learned, he was also so excited that his groin felt like it might burst any second as his erection started growing. Same old shit, same old turmoil. It disgusted him, and he loved it. He hated himself for loving it, and loathed himself for hating the guilty pleasure. What he really hated was that he was lusting after Lucinda even more for her power to just do what she wanted. 

Damn his mind was a mess. 

Was this all her fault? Of course not, but that did not make it any easier. 

He wanted the conversation to be over, but he also wanted it to go on forever. He had to ask more questions, and he hated himself for being so weak that he could not keep himself from speaking it out loud.

"So what was the competition about?"

"These." She pushed her shiny black panties to the floor and stood back up, displaying her shaved pubic area with dangling silver rings from her clitoris hood and labia on each side.

"They are absolutely vulgar looking when I put on any of the swim suits that Arthur made me wear."

Now Jon was stunned to silence. He blinked several times as he stared at her pussy, then realized that there was also a bull's eye tattoo centered above her slit.

"Must be hard to keep it shaved with all of the jewelry and ink?"

"Electrolysis...it's permanent. "

The significance of the fact that her pubic hair was gone forever came slowly to him and made him dizzy with fury. She would never even consider shaving herself for him, but she let another man pay for her to have it removed for life. Then the meaning of the tattoo came like a punch in the gut. 

Bull's eye on a bare pussy!!! 

He felt tears welling up in his eyes. How could he ever look at her vagina again? How could he ever look at her naked body again? He wanted to throw up, and the fact that his erection was as hard as a buggy spoke tormented him like no other kind of embarrassment ever in his life.

He climbed off of the stool and staggered out of the kitchen into the formal dining room, falling into a pitiful lump of flesh in one of the oak chairs as he started to whimper and cry. His heart was broken worse than any other time before, and for the first time he could remember at a moment like this, his erection began to whither.

"I guess that was a little too much, a little too quick, wasn't it baby?" she said as she followed behind him, a faint chuckle escaping from her.

And it was that laughter that got through to him. It was the sound of that evil side of Lucinda that gave him pause and strength and finally convinced him. He pushed himself to his feet and turned to face her.

"No, " he replied. " It was exactly what I needed. That was what I came here for. To get a harsh reminder of why I left...to make sure I never come back again. "

"You don't mean that...you're the love of my life...and I'm the love of yours. You said so yourself...a hundred times. You told me that when you begged me to find a boyfriend. You told me that when you begged me to cuckold you. Now take off your clothes...we need to talk."

Years of frustration and embarrassment at his own weakness boiled up inside of him in that instant. He tugged on his belt and unbuttoned his slacks. The zipper came down in a rush, then his thumbs found the wasteband of his slacks and his boxers together.

"That's right baby," she said softly. "Show me how much you love me. Show me that hard cock that says you will belong to me forever."

"There," Jon declared simply as his limp penis flopped out from the elastic band of his underwear. "That's how much I love you."

She frowned as she looked at his lack of erection, then she lifted her eyes to meet his with a look of wide eyed shock. He could see that she could not believe it. He stared hard back at her.

"That was all I needed," he said quietly as pulled his pants back up and tucked in his shirt. "A good healthy reminder of who you have become...of who I have become...and why I can't stay with you."

"You don't mean that?" she said. "I'm exactly what you need me to be... I'm exactly what you asked me to be."

"You're not always right...and you don't really listen."

She stood there, naked and defiant, as he turned and walked away. She waited for him to turn around as he made his way out the front door. He wondered how long she would wait for him to return.

Imagine There's Still Love Ch. 02



FIVE YEARS EARLIER

There are amazing moments in a man's life, marked by significant events. There is magic in the day he marries the woman of his dreams. There is incomparable wonder as he carries his first born to be cleaned and weighed as her mother recovers from such an overwhelming accomplishment. There is absolute pride as he watches his daughter graduate from college with honors. There is sorrow and pain touching his soul as he lives through each of his parents departing this mortal coil. There is shame and remorse as he is confronted with the demise and farewell to his marriage of more than thirty years.

There are seemingly insignificant events in a man's life as well, and it is possible for even a moment such as that to have so profound effect on him as to change his life. There is the magic of looking into the eyes of a person he has known for most of a lifetime and seeing a person he has never met before who would own his soul.

February snows had come and gone, and March was entering like a lamb for a change. Jonathon and Lucy Thomas had managed to get along well enough to finish pruning each of the dozen dwarf fruit trees in their small orchard, and were busy trying to keep the fire stoked enough that only a pile of ash would remain. It was no small feat that they had not argued at all during the two hour project. It helped that they kept the attempts to communicate at all to a minimum. 

The last of the branches had been piled high on the smoldering blaze, and they stood with rakes in hand to tend and manage the fire to its last. After a few moments of watching, without notice or comment, Jon turned to stroll across the sweeping driveway to retrieve a pair of white plastic chairs which had been stacked and left on an outside patio for the winter. He returned and separated the chairs, setting one near his wife, then carrying the one for himself to the far side of the fire.

"This chair is wet and dirty," Lucy commented as he began to sit down.

"Sorry," he said, standing back up and glancing down at his own chair. "You can have this one."

"No...I want this one," she replied.

He sighed. "I'll go get a towel and wipe it off for you."

"No...I want you to sit in my chair and clean it off with your pants."

"But that will get my pants wet and dirty."

"Of course it will."

She stared at him with a frown that was firm and determined. She had stared at him before, but this expression was somehow new. She almost looked like another person. She was not angry, but neither was she teasing, and he could tell that she was not going to change her mind. She pointed to her chair. 

"Now get over here and sit down."

Jon stared back at her. What was he supposed to do? Was this another of her halfhearted attempts to placate him with some pathetic effort at being dominant? He had asked her a hundred times, but it had always been some feeble game before. He was not going to get his hopes up over this gesture. That dog had never been willing to really hunt before.

"I...said...sit...down Jonsey," she said through clenched teeth as she pointed to her chair. Her eyes squinted and her lips puckered.

The look on her face, and the way she addressed him, sparked a faint submissive notion deep within him that touched his groin. This was almost what he had been longing for. It couldn't hurt to acquiesce a little for the sake of his deep desires. He had asked for this for a long time, after all. Without looking at her he stomped over to her chair and sat down. He scooted around a bit, making a weak effort to dry the chair off with his butt, then stood back up.

"Good enough?" he asked

She reached up and slapped him so hard that it sent a painful sting on his cheek that stretched from his left eye to an ache in his ear and jaw. Fury consumed him in an instant, a rage that nearly boiled over so far that he was ready to hit her back. He just managed to control himself.

"Sit back down," she commanded.

He sighed deeply. There was that notion inside him again that felt so calming. He sat back down and she quickly stepped around in front of him as though to block him from standing back up. He looked up at her leaning over him and she cradled his jaw with her left hand and stared deeply into his eyes.

That was the seemingly insignificant magic moment. That was the first time he met Lucinda.

"I'm really not very happy with how long it took you to follow my instructions," she said quietly.

"I'm sorry," he said

"You will be," she replied in a tone that was both calm and without quarter. 

He could not seem to look away from her eyes. Her hand held his face so they were almost nose to nose. He swallowed hard as her threat scorched him deep in his bowels.

"When you are certain that there is no chance for any part of my clothing to become damp or dirty from that chair, then you will take the clippers and go get a three foot long switch from the willow tree in the back yard."

He opened his mouth as if to speak, but she put her right hand over his mouth.

"Don't make this any worse than it already is," she said. 

He nodded.

"Good. Now I know that you never asked me to spank you. And I know that it probably is nothing you ever wanted, but you need to get your head around the fact that I'm going to switch you. It might be only ten times, but I have not decided how many times just yet."

She did not move. She remained bent in front of him, one hand on his jaw and one hand over his mouth, the magic of her gaze boring into him.

"You told me you wanted me to dominate you," she whispered. "You told me this was the answer to all of our problems. This is your one chance to prove it to me. This is your one chance to submit to me. Do exactly as I tell you, without comment or resistance, or I am leaving you. I will be gone before dark, and you will never see me again. Do you understand?"

Jonathon blinked several times, breathing deeply to calm himself as he searched her eyes. Would she really leave him? God knew that he had thought about it many times himself recently. Was she serious? She damned sure seemed serious. The skin on his face still itched where she had slapped him. That sure felt serious. Was she really planning on switching him? Was he going to stand still for it? Did he have a choice? Even if he never had an interest in being spanked, he was the one who had started all this.  

Time to put up, or shut up.

He nodded to her, and at that instant the weight of the world seemed to be gone from his shoulders. He felt subdued and relieved. She released his face, straightened up, and stepped back, gesturing with a sideways nod of her head.

Jon got up and grabbed the pruning shears, then meandered toward the back yard in a strange daze.

"You have five minutes to be back here with the perfect switch...three feet long, at least," she yelled behind him.

Jon quickened his pace. His thoughts were a jumble of dreams and fantasies and fears as he went about the assigned task. He had never experienced the sense of emotional and psychological submission that he was feeling. He had read about it, of course, but the reality was amazingly relaxing and satisfying. He was back in less than three minutes, carrying four different switches in one hand and the shears in the other. She was sitting in her chair, mesmerized by the flames, seemingly oblivious to him. He set the shears down on his chair and approached her, holding the four switches in both hands with his palms up and open.

That was a display of submission, wasn't it?.

"I hope one of these will make you happy," he said uncertainly when she looked at him.

She smiled warmly, glancing at his offering. "Such a good boy," she answered as she considered each of the branches. He felt warm all through at her words. It was such a glorious sensation. How could he explain what he was feeling?

She chose the thickest one and swished it through the air several times and nodded with satisfaction. She took another moment to examine each of the others again carefully, then smiled and nodded at her original choice.

"I like this one," she said, "but it's a bit too long. Shorten the small end by about six inches.

He did as he was instructed, noting with growing trepidation that the small end of the switch was near to half the size of his little finger. Did he really want her switching him with that? Thank God he had heavy work jeans on. He handed the switch back to her, and winced as she forcefully whipped the air with the small end several times.

"That will do just fine," she proclaimed. "Now I want your jeans around your ankles."

Jon stared at her with wide eyes. He was frozen in place. Was she serious? Did she really intend to spank him with his pants down? His right hand instinctively reached to rub the cheek of his right ass.

Then there was the realization of where they were. There were six other houses on their lane, and even though the view into their front yard was limited by a row of Deoder Cedars, the thought that one of his neighbors might see him with his pants down was mortifying.

He could not do it. There was no way he was going to lower his pants.

"I know this a big step for you baby," she whispered. "You can do this. Make me proud by standing here and pushing your pants to the ground."

Her eyes spoke to him to again, establishing her ultimatum. The calm within him was battling with the strong will of his manhood, and calm began to win out. He stepped in front of her and breathed in deeply, then allowed a long slow sigh as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. He took another deep breath and slowly pushed his jeans to his ankles.

"Panties too," she whispered.

Panties? What the hell was she saying? The humiliation was devastating. He wanted to scream and run, but at the same time he felt completely compelled to do as she told him.

He closed his eyes in desperation as his cock began to rise. He was so close. He was so aroused. He breathed in again, but this time he held his breath as his erection sprang from his briefs. He continued to hold his breath as he bent over and pushed down his pants. It was only after he stood back up that he let the breath out again.

"Such a good boy," she whispered as she took hold of his cock with her left hand.

She pulled the foreskin back until his erection stood proud. She kept pulling until it was painful, then she slapped his balls hard several time until they sucked up tight against his groin. A sick feeling grew in his abdomen, and it almost made him double over.

"Stand up straight baby," she said.

He straightened up as best the pain in his groin would allow.

"That's good...now put your hands on your head and count for me."

He reached to clasp the fingers of each hand on top of his head and heard the rush of the switch an instant before the snap erupted across both cheeks of his ass. It was more the sound and the surprise that caught him off guard and shocked him. Did it hurt? It was warm. It stung and burned slowly, becoming worse as he shivered from the surprise. Then he remembered to count.

"One," he said out loud.

"Good boy," she said.

He shivered and jumped when he felt the switch touch his skin again, then felt his face warm with embarrassment when he realized she was only touching him with the switch. She caressed his ass with the branch, then tapped him lightly several times. He chuckled nervously. This was not so bad.

Suddenly there was another harsh sting on his butt. Now that hurt.

"Two," he said nervously.

The next blow hurt more. It came hard and without warning or any caress. He sucked in a breath and winced.

"Three," he exclaimed.

The next four blows came in quick succession, like blistering stamps of fire on the backs of his legs. They almost made his legs buckle, and it was all he could do to keep from taking his hands from his head and reach down to protect the tender backs of his legs.

"Four, five, six, seven," he panted.

"Good boy," she said out loud. "Three more."

The next three blows were on the cheeks of his ass again, surprising him by the force she exerted and the pain it brought him. The sting gave way to a throbbing heat. He did not think he could take any more as he stood there shivering, but she quickly caressed away the tension with her smooth hand.

"Eight, nine, ten," he said through clenched teeth.

"That was good baby," she said. "I'll put some cortisone cream on you after your shower tonight. Right now I want you to go take a nap. I'll watch the fire until it's out...I need some time alone to figure out how I feel about all of this. "

How she felt about this? What about how he felt about this? It was then that Jon realized how excited he was. His penis was plump and stiff in front of him, and it did not feel like it would ever go soft again. He pulled up his pants and held them closed at the top. He knew he was never going to get his zipper closed with the erection he had. He walked slowly and carefully toward the house in a haze of submission and well-being and more sexual tension than he could remember in years. His bottom and legs were sore, but the hardness in his heart was completely gone. At that moment his wife could have told him lay down in the middle of a freeway and he would have blindly done so.

By the time he reached the bedroom, however, he realized that she was right. He was so tired from his switching that he could not keep his eyes open. He curled up on their bed and closed his eyes. He dreamed of a Goddess with penetrating eyes. Her name was Lucinda.



Imagine There's Still Love Ch. 03



Jon was not really surprised to find Lucy in the bedroom when he woke up, but he was startled to see she had pulled the brocade ottoman up to the foot of the bed and was sitting there with her knees pulled up to her chest and staring at him. She was wearing one of her yellow flowing spring dresses, and she looked like a princess perched on the stool. He had purchased the hassock as a spanking stool for her some years before, but it had been relegated to a place in the corner of the bedroom for storing extra sweaters and leggings. He knew she saw the startled look on his face, but her eyes were cast in a strange illusion of apprehension. What was she thinking? What had happened out there in the orchard? Had she taken the first step toward a lifestyle change he had been begging for and dreaming of for years, or was it just another tease to remind him of what he could never really have? 

Did her sitting on that spanking stool have some significant meaning? And her expression was laced with certain...what? Unease? She looked just a little like the moment so many years ago when contractions had started in earnest before their first daughter was born. Where was that other woman, the woman who made him get the willow switch? She looked like the same beautiful woman from a few hours before, but those were not the same powerful eyes.

"How long have I been asleep?" he asked as he yawned and stretched out under the thin comforter.

"A little more than two hours. Apparently a good switching takes it out of you."

Was there a hint of laughter in her voice?

"I suppose," he said anxiously. "How long have you been watching me?"

"Just a few minutes...I've been checking in on you for more than an hour though. How are you? Does your bottom hurt?"

"Not too bad," he replied as he reached down and caressed the back of his thighs. "I can feel some tender spots on the back of my legs."

"Let me see." 

Her manner changed in an instant to caregiver as she scampered off the stool and scurried around the end of the bed to sit on the edge beside him. She pulled the cover off in a rush, and Jon quickly covered his groin with his hand as he rolled to his side.

"Still hard for me, I see," she said in a quiet seductive voice. "That's so sweet."

Who was she? Mother? Lover? Mean hard hearted dominant bitch? She seemed to be all of those things, and none of them. It was so frustrating and so confusing for a man trying to discover his submissive self.

Her fingers quickly caressed the long faint purple welts on backs of his legs, and the sensitivity made his body shiver. After a moment she began to probe and separate the cheeks of his ass, caressing the warm fleshy parts of his bottom. He struggled to not let himself be embarrassed by his wife of more than thirty years inspecting him so intimately, but it was not easy. He breathed in deeply and allowed the tension to escape as he exhaled. 

And strangely, with that breath, a sense of wellbeing floated and settled gently over him.

"You just lay there and I'll get some aloe," she said, and he felt the bed move as she got up.

And lay there he did, basking in a glow of consciousness that touched his heart and soul in that moment. Was this the sub-space he had read about? It felt wonderful, and he longed for the sensation to never end. When she returned, the overwhelming thrill of belonging tickled every part of him as she carefully spread the gel on his legs and bottom.

"Spread your legs baby," she said softly.

He spread his legs, hating the way the embarrassment invaded his mind and disturbed the pleasure of the mental and physical relaxation he was immersed in. She touched the areas of his inner thighs and groin. Was there any damage from the switch down there? He was rather mortified to ask and too aroused and mentally numb to overly care.

"Spread them farther," she prodded.

This time she pulled his near leg over until he was very exposed. He moved his far leg over as well, and knew that his anus was on full display. The exposure aroused him, but somehow it also comforted him even more.

"That's good," she stretched up and whispered near his ear. "Now I can get to the really delicate areas."

He felt her finger toy with the pucker of his anus, then along the crease of his cheeks, then back to his anus. When her finger wiggled into his hole he took another deep breath. It had been a long time since she had done anything like that to him. When they were younger she did it occasionally; when she wanted to make him cum quickly. 

"Will you enjoy it when I fuck you there?"

Jon could only groan in response. He could not believe she had said that. He could not even believe she had used that word. He was so consumed by the moment and arousal however, that the shock was really no surprise at all. Damn but his mind was in a turbulent swirl of emotions. Was this real or a dream?

"Maybe another time." She patted his butt as eased away from him as she sat back up. "Right now we need to talk. Roll over and sit up for me."

Jon struggled to make the mental and emotional shift. He did not want to give up the hint of his heart's desire, but he complied slowly and hesitantly. He was confused and conflicted. He did not want the pleasure to end, and was also anxious about his wife seeing that his erection was even harder after her attention. It was so hard, as they say, that a cat could not scratch it. It stood up so proud that it was almost painful as he sat up on the bed.

But she did not even seem to notice.

"How are we doing?" she asked, her eyes piercing and her nostrils flaring slightly. "How do you feel about us right now?"

"I have never felt closer to you than I do right now." His head dipped a little as he spoke.

"So we're okay right now?"

"We're perfect right now," he replied quietly.

"So you're not planning on leaving me?"

"I was never..."

"Don't lie to me." Her voice gained an octive.

"I was just...I don't know...exploring my options." He hung his head.

"So is that what this means?" she asked, gesturing with a nod of her head toward his shaft as she reached over and began to stroke it. "Is this what perfect between us means to you?"

"My heart and my head and my soul belong to you right now."

"But is that how I am supposed to tell if everything is all right between us? Is this the measuring device?"

She squeezed his hard cock and rubbed her thumb over the head several times. Jon closed his eyes and groaned. When he forced his eyes open again, it felt for a moment that they might stay crossed forever.

"Yes...no...I'm not sure," he mumbled.

"You're going to have to do better than that," she snapped.

When he recovered from the shock of her response, he found himself looking deep into those eyes. She was nervous and anxious, but there was also a deep well of intense determination in those dark blue pools. The woman with the switch was not far beneath the surface.

"Of course there's more to it," he replied. "If you listened to me, you would know that."

She shook her head slowly and frowned, pulling her hand away from his erection.

"I've been listening to you for more than thirty years. What have you been telling me? What you want from me? What you want me to do for you? All about you, it seems. That's why I switched you today. I had to. It was the only way...for both of us."

"What do you mean?"

"You have been telling what you want, rather than what you are feeling. I had to figure out a way to get you to open up and be honest with me...and yourself. Today was a test for both of us. I know what I have to do now, and I proved to myself that I can do it. I cannot and will not allow you to be anything but completely truthful with me. I also will not allow you to deny me what I want. You have to allow me to grow into what works for me, and that means you tell me how you feel and I decide what to do about it."

Her voice was gaining strength, the words beginning to tumble from her, those eyes of that powerful woman emerging.

"I understand the reason I have resisted you for so long...the reason I have not given you what you asked for. I never believed it was more than a silly game. You wanted to play at this...to control me in the way that I control you. You want to top from the bottom. You wanted to tell what to do, rather than tell me how you feel."

Jon felt his mouth fall open just a bit and he fought to close it. Was that true? Was she right? How did she know so much? He could not help but be in awe of her, just as he was in awe of how he felt. It was like she was looking into his soul, and those eyes were burning a hole through him. She was like that other woman.

"I found out today that I could be stronger than you," she went on. "I found out today that I could make you submit to me. From now on you will be completely honest with me. Any question I ask you will answer immediately and truthfully."

"But you threatened to leave me if I did not let you spank me. What kind of a test is that?"

"The perfect test, I would say. You do remember sending me the URL for Wives Spanking Husbands, don't you?"

"Well...I was just..."

"The truth, damnit," she yelled, standing up suddenly.

Jon blinked several times.

"Yes...I guess maybe I was just trying to get your attention."

"Well you got it husband. But the truth is that you were just trying to manipulate me, trying to tell me what to do. Isn't that right?" Her nostrils were flaring again.

He felt the warmth of embarrassment and swell of belonging again. It was so hard to think straight that it was almost like being drunk.

"I'm sorry," he replied gently. "I guess it seemed like a better idea than it really was."

"So can we agree that is an example of how fantasy does not equal reality?"

"So it would seem," he replied timidly.

"Good." She nodded and smiled a warm artificial smile at him. "I know that I am just a primary special education teacher...not a Director of International Logistics...but perhaps this can be the first of many lessons you will learn from me. Do not tell me a lie. If you do not want to be spanked, then do not suggest that you do."

He stared at her silently. She had four degrees, and two of them were Masters. He had but one degree in International business. He made a lot more money than her, but he had long ago come to grips with the fact that she was much smarter than he was. And most of all, especially in this case, she was right.

"Yes Ma'am?" she coached.

"Yes Ma'am," he replied.

"And you want this? You will submit to me?"

"I think so. I'm a little afraid of you right now."

He had never heard her laugh with such intensity. The sound was almost a challenge, and it did not take a long look into her eyes to know who was doing the laughing. The name Lucinda came to mind in that instant. She always hated to be called by her real given name, but that evil bad name somehow it fit her so much more than Lucy ever would.

"Well maybe you should be afraid," she seethed. "I'm not completely sure how this might change me, but I feel a deep primal energy surging up inside that I have not felt before and I'm not sure can be contained. A part of me was afraid to switch you, afraid you would say no and that would be the end of us. The other part of me was not afraid at all, and now she feels a closer bond with you than any time since we were married. You felt that too, didn't you...even though you did not enjoy being spanked?"

"Yes," he answered, amazed that she seemed to be describing just what he had felt. "But I'm not sure what she will expect of me...and like I said...I'm a little afraid of you."

"I know baby," she said softly. "But it's up to you now. If you say yes, then you are making new vows with that new woman. I promise that I will make every effort to excite you...to intrigue you...to challenge you and make you grow as a submissive. I promise this will never touch your career or your professional life. I promise that only those who need to know will ever learn about this unless you choose otherwise. And I promise that I will own you and dominate you."

He stared at her. Was he getting his dream? Or was he getting something else. Was he man enough to say yes to this? Was he brave enough to really touch the sharp edge of what she was offering?

"If you ever change your mind about this, and decide you want to go back, all you have to do is say, 'I want off the yellow brick road'. That will be our safe words. We will stop and decide where we go from there...if there is any chance for us to stay together. I think we both know that there probably won't be, but it will be your decision and that will be the chance you will have to take."

Jon felt a lump in his throat as he considered the finality of her words.

"Can we negotiate as we go?" he asked.

She slowly and solemnly began shaking her head.

"You will start a journal...online...write what is in your heart each day. I will consider what you have to tell me and decide what action I believe is right. This new me is not really interested in giving any power back to you through negotiation, but she loves you and will care for you. Some of what she will expect of you will be hard for you, but she will never demand more of you than she believes you can bear."

"I need to think about this," he finally answered.

The expression on her face was dire. She looked afraid, but she was also determined, and perhaps a little bit angry.

"I understand," she said. "Take as long as you like. Now get up...I have someone I want you to meet."

"Who?"

Lucy's eyes squinted into a frown, and he could tell she was not going to tell him. Was she challenging him to defy her? Was this more of a test? Did he dare refuse before he even decided? How could he be having so much trouble choosing what he thought he had wanted for so long?

He ambled off of the bed and stepped to his dresser. When he pulled the top drawer open, however, his mouth fell open.

"Where is my underwear?"

She laughed. And it was her; it was Lucinda. He did not even have to turn to look and see, did not have to see those eyes to know who was laughing at him.

"Your panties are right there," she said as her laughter softened. "Black ones...all satin...no lace...only the best panties for my man."

He could not help himself. As the words spilled from her mouth his cock rose and got even harder. What was wrong with him? Did he want to be feminized? Did he want to be humiliated? He had thought about those things, and they excited him, but he was never sure if he really wanted them. The virtual promise of them happening made him hard and even more excited, however.

"Now that's my good boy. That's how I know you're being trained right."

"Trained?"

"You have been asking me to dominate you for a very long time. You do realize that will require you to be trained, don't you? You really aren't very knowledgeable about the details are you? I would have thought that you understood all of this already. Thank God I have someone who really knows what he's doing... someone who is teaching me how to do it right."

He turned and tried to frown at her. What did that mean?

"My new boyfriend," she answered his unasked question with a flittering chuckle. "We're going to visit him after you get your panties on. Now hurry up."

She clapped her hands twice and fluttered the back of her hand at him. 

Jon suddenly felt like his head was in thick fog as he stared at her. Had he heard her right? Another man? Instantly his stomach churned with dread, just as his groin rejoiced with excitement. His thoughts were consumed by the memories of hundreds of fantasies about that very thing. Had he ever really thought of any of them coming true? Her eyes twinkled at him, her dimpled smile taunting him. What could he say?

"That got your attention, didn't it?" she said with a smirk. 

She paused a moment, then Lucinda laughed out loud again.

"I wondered if you liked that. I thought maybe you did. Of course I'm just teasing...to see your reaction...maybe. He's actually a therapist, with a sort of special expertise in the area of dominant and submissive relationships. He's become a sort of councilor to me on this whole lifestyle change you have been begging me to consider."

Jon pulled a pair of panties from the drawer and held them up.

"Victoria Secret," she announced with glee. "Large...to make sure there is enough room."

"Room for what?" he mumbled.

"That." She smiled and pointed to his erection. "And of course...other things."

Other things? He was afraid to ask specifically what that might mean. Her laugh told him more than he was brave enough to face at that moment, but he was beyond arguing now. It felt like the momentum of years of wanting and hoping had built up behind him, pushing him off some cliff of wonderful ecstasy and absolute terror. He bent over, stepping one foot and then the other into his panties. When he pulled them up the sensation on his ass and the head of his hard penis was smooth as melting ice and deliciously wicked. When he looked at his beautiful wife her smile and the gleam in her eyes told him that everything was about to be perfectly unexpected with his world.

She turned and marched to the bedroom door, glancing over her shoulder to make sure he was behind her. There was a hint of nipples showing in the floral print of her dress where her firm B cup breast stretched the fabric as she turned. Lucy always wore a bra, but the vision left him in doubt this time. She also swished her dress as she pranced away, and for an instant he thought he detected the bare left cheek of her gorgeous ass.

He could not seem to do anything but fall in step behind her. He wanted to ask about her underwear, just as he wanted to ask if he could put more clothes on, but he sensed that both answers would be her harsh laughter or worse. What she was wearing was her business, and if she wanted him to put more clothes on then she would tell him to put more clothes on. And the deep dark hard truth was that it felt mentally glorious to just go along and do just as she wanted him to do. A portion of his psyche right then wanted to be directed and made to do anything and everything that the other part of his brain was arguing against.

Down the hall and into the kitchen he followed her. Where were they going? He knew her too well; she would never make him get in the car like this and visit some...what did she call him? Therapist?

She paused at the back door to the kitchen and motioned to the mudroom with her head.

"Get your flip-flops on," she ordered.

He quickly complied, and scurried along as she pulled the back door to the kitchen open and strode outside onto the patio. Jon followed dutifully along behind her out across the patio, through the orchard, and past the smoldering remains of the burn pile. He noted a hint of chill in the air, but was too consumed with passion for his wife to give it great consideration. What was he going to do about it, anyway? At the gate into the common area behind the house, she paused long enough to scan to play structure and the picnic tables. Probably making sure no children were around. With a nod, she pulled the gate open and proceeded through, once again glancing back over her shoulder to make sure he was still with her.

"Where are we going?" he finally asked, trying hard to keep the whine out of his voice as nervously trotted behind her.

"To Bill Stouder's place," she replied as she set a brisk pace along the stone path.

"The old man at the end of the commons?"

"That's right."

"He's the therapist?"

"He's a doctor of clinical psychology actually...but helping people is his passion. His wife died about ten years ago, and since then he specializes in helping people in this kind of relationship."




Imagine There's Still Love Ch. 03



"Really?"

"Really. I teasingly referred to him as a boyfriend, but technically I suppose he will be our new Bull."

She glanced over her shoulder at him, grinning when his mouth drooped open and he stumbled to a stop. He was stunned. It felt like an out of body experience. Was she still teasing him?

"You know what that is?" he heard himself ask.

"Of course...Bill really knows his stuff. He's been a real blessing. Now come on."

He straggled on behind her, and somehow, before he knew it, they had covered the distance to Bill's house. He had not really had a chance to worry or wonder if anyone saw him, and now he was rather anxious to be waiting at the sliding glass patio door at the back of Bill Stouder's house. Lucy pulled the door open just far enough to stick her head inside.

"Bill," she yelled, "it's Lucy and her cuckold. Can we come in?"

"Cuckold?" Jon muttered.

"Just teasing baby," she said as she pulled the door open and flashed him her evil Lucinda grin. "Come on in...he's expecting us."

Should he put a stop to all this right now? Should he tell her this had gone too far and he wanted to go back to the way things were before? The problem was that she had been adamant that they were probably finished if he said no. Was he ready to give up on his marriage so easily? And if she was really serious about this, and it certainly seemed that she was, did he really want to go back?

The older gentleman who greeted them was friendly looking, with dark gray here and wire rimmed reading glasses. He was perhaps two inches taller than Jon, but much thinner. He was maybe in a little bit better shape too, even though he was older. It was hard not to be a little envious of the man for some reason. There was an independence and confidence about him that seem to say that he was in charge.

"Bill, this is my husband Jon," Lucy practically gushed. "Jon...this is our new Bull."

Bill shook his head and rolled his eyes slightly, then smiled and held out a hand. Jon took it and was surprised at the strength the older man possessed.

"It's nice to finally meet you Jon," he said, "Lucy and I have spoken about you so much that I feel like we already know each other."

"It's nice to meet you too," Jon said, trying to maintain some sense of formality and dignity, even though he was standing there in flip-flops and Victoria Secret panties.

"I really like your outfit Jon," he said with a chuckle. "I thought Lucy might do something like that...she's really coming into her own dominant style, wouldn't you say?"

Jon nodded and tried very hard to maintain a friendly smile.

Bill then turned to Lucy and looked her up and down. "You look good enough to eat in that spring dress."

"Thank you," she replied, and practically curtsied to him.

Jon felt his stomach churn as Bill ushered them into his study, and gestured to a pair of plush chairs. 

"Would you like some tea?" he asked.

"I know where it is," Lucy answered as she turned for the kitchen. "Is the water hot already Bill?"

"Yes Honey," he replied. "The tray is ready and the tea has steeped...all you have to do is fill the pot."

"Okay Bill...you and Jon go ahead and get started."

He nodded, turned and bent to pluck a notebook and pen from the coffee table and eased into a solid wood rocking chair. Jon took a seat and stared at him in numb fascination. He was so light-headed that he thought he might pass out. Had this old man really just called his wife Honey? And had she just called introduced him as Bull?

"You look a little pale Jon," Bill offered as he looked at him over the top of his half glasses. "Are you feeling all right? Are you warm enough? I can turn up the gas fireplace if you like."

"I'm just a little dazed," Jon replied, surprised at how weak his voice sounded.

"Understandable. Perhaps you should lie down on the couch over here." 

Bill motioned to a leather couch next to his rocking chair that looked just like what you would expect for a psychologists office. Jon staggered over and lay down. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply several times, then opened his eyes again and nodded.

"You feeling better now? Ready to get started? "

Jon nodded again.

"So tell me how you feel about all of this Jon? As I understand it, you've been asking for this lifestyle change for a long time. I would think that you are very excited that Lucy has finally agreed to make it real for you."

"I'm not sure Doctor," he replied, looking at the ceiling fan that was turning slowly overhead.

"Please Jon...I try not to stand on formality...it tends to get in the way in this type of session. Call me Bill. Now why do you think you are so uncertain? Lucy tells me you have wanted this for a very long time."

"It's not that I don't want it...it's just that it is such a drastic change...and she's so intense. And it's not like I had imagined. I had imagined that there would be more love, and passion, and tenderness...more gentle persuasion."

"Do you think that accurately describes a dominant and submissive relationship? Or is that a fanciful expectation?"

"I'm not sure."

"Oh come now Jon...don't you think this is just a situation where fantasy does not equal reality? Lucy tells me that you have a degree in international business, and that you are a Director of Logistics for a large visual imaging company here on the West coast. I imagine that when you were in college the idea of being Logistics Director sounded very glamorous and prestigious. Does the reality of the work you do each day match the fantasy of what you would have imagined the job entailed?"

"Well no...it's mostly making sure everyone remembers to take care of the details that they should have taken care of in the first place."

"Sounds a little tedious to me. Not nearly as exciting as the title implies. Do you see the parallel?"

"I suppose."

"So I sense your hesitancy to what Lucy has proposed is rather established at the moment. Do you think perhaps you're not ready for this? Do you think perhaps you need to take a step back and reconsider this whole idea?"

"Maybe...but Lucy said that she would leave me if I said no."

"Well, yes...that is a problem. I can see how that could be a complication for you. Fortunately, as I have explained to Lucy, I have an extra room where she can stay until this is all sorted out."

"What? How would that help?" Jon nearly came up off of the couch.

Lucy returned with the tray of tea and cups just then. She placed the tray on the table and quickly went about pouring the tea. She put a splash of milk in one cup and then two suger cubes before pouring the black liquid. She stirred it twice and lifted the cup to her lips, nodded and smiled, then placed the cup on a saucer and handed it to Bill. He took a sip and smiled warmly at her.

"That's perfect love," he said.

"Thank you Bull," she replied.

"That is cute how you have done that with my name. It's not really accurate, and I think it makes your husband a little anxious...don't you?"

"Maybe a little, but you did tell me that competition in the mind of a submissive is a very powerful thing."

"There is that," he said and took another sip of his tea.

Jon felt suddenly queasy again. The familiarity, the tenderness, the intimacy between them was almost more than he could take. She would never serve him the way she just served this stranger. But of course he really wasn't a stranger, was he? Jon had completely forgotten his anger about Bill offering her a place to stay so she could leave him. His mind was in a daze.

Bill cleared his throat as if to continue.

"Perhaps we can flesh out the specific areas of reservation that you have to Lucy's expectations, Jon. Lucy...could you tell Jon here exactly what you have in mind for the short term as far as his service to you goes. Maybe we can discover some common ground on which to forge his compliance."

She poured a cup of tea for herself, not bothering to offer Jon any, then eased back in her chair and took a long slurping sip.

"Careful of those perfect lips," Bill said with a chuckle. "Need those for other, more delicate, things."

What did that mean? He was beside himself with mental anguish over their conversation. It was like he was an interloper watching two long time lovers having tea before bedtime. He wanted to intervene, but he did not know if he could. And if he could bring himself to intercede, what would he say?

Finally Lucy set her tea down in her own saucer and turned to Jon.

"You have been doing a good job of keeping my car washed recently," she said. "But from now on I want it washed and waxed each and every Sunday morning. And of course vacuum out the inside."

"Sounds reasonable," Bill offered.

Jon nodded and allowed an uneasy smile, laying back once more to watch the ceiling fan. It seemed to have a calming effect on him. How could he have a problem with her first task? He always enjoyed keeping her car looking good. And she would probably never know the difference if he only waxed twice a month.

"And you have occasionally been doing the laundry and the dishes for me," she went on. "But from now on you will do them all unless I choose to. If I want to feel like a domestic Goddess sometimes, then I will tell you to leave the task for me, but otherwise you will make sure they are done morning and night."

Again Jon nodded and smiled. They really didn't have that much laundry, and the dish washer was not that hard to fill and empty.

"Any special attire for these tasks?" Bill asked.

"Well...I think we'll stay with the basic black panties...that was a very nice idea you had William."

"Not at all, my dear," he replied with a subtle laugh. "Black is so much more serviceable than pink."

"There is one thing though...the panties would look so very much better if he lost some weight."

Jon groaned. Not that again. He glanced up and she was staring hard at him with those eyes.

"I plan on us growing old together, so you're going to get in better shape. In your daily online journal you will write down everything you eat. I have already arranged for us to start Weight Watchers this week and you will spend an hour at the gym three times a week."

Jon closed his eyes and nodded.

"That really is a very good idea," Bill offered. "Of course when a beautiful young woman like you marries a much older man like Jon, you have to understand that it can be harder for him to stay in perfect trim like you."

"She's only three years younger than me," Jon complained.

"Really?" Bill replied and turned to appraise Lucy with an expression of amazement. "You are in amazing shape, aren't you? What else is on your list?"

"I want a foot rub each night, for at least a half hour...the ankles and calves as well, of course. You will use warm vitamin E oil."

Jon allowed a faint nod of his head. He knew she enjoyed that more than sex, so it really was not a surprise. The experience of listening to her voice and imagining himself serving her was actually beginning to sooth him into the calm and wonderful sub-space he remembered.

"On Wednesday night and Saturday night, you will give me a full body massage...again with warm vitamin E oil."

That was always an experience with possibilities. He did not mind the view at all when he gave her a full body massage. Everything she mentioned seemed so subtle...so understated...so perfect and wonderful. Why had he been so afraid to finally and completely submit to her?

"And I want your cock and balls shaved. I want them smooth as a baby's bottom. And of course you will wear a device."

What was that? A device? What was she...?

"You choose whatever chastity device you want," she continued. "Birdlock...CB6000...whatever you want, but order it tomorrow and make sure it has a lock and key and make sure you have for me to put on you by next Sunday night."

The idea sort of troubled him, but he let it pass over him for a moment to keep the calm stilled in his brain. He had wondered about what it would be like to be locked up, but his fantasy life required a great deal of self-pleasure. How was it going to be if he could not get hard and could not touch himself?

"Why a device Lucy?" he whispered.

"Because baby," she leaned toward him and whispered back, "you masturbate entirely too much...and it's going to stop."

That had his attention. How did she know how much he pleasured himself?

"And as our Bull has explained so well to me...the best way to keep you focused on me and what I want is to keep your sexual tension as high as possible...and the best way to do that is to control your orgasms. You will be allowed release twice per month to begin with, and we'll see how that goes."

"You really want me to buy a device? Don't you trust me?"

"Not with that." She laughed her Lucinda laugh. "And I want to repeat that whatever you choose better be here and on you by next Sunday night with the key in my hand, or I will choose the device...and I favor a Prince Albert tube."

Jon thought he saw Bill wince as he felt his mind go numb again. He had seen pictures, and his fantasies stopped way short of being pierced there for that. If he was going to say yes to all of this, it was obvious there was going to be something encasing his member. But how was he going to feel about really wearing one of those contraptions?

"Well then," Bill finally said as the silence in the study became palpable. "Anything else you want to tell him?"

Lucy finished her tea and squinted a frown at Jon. "I think that's enough for now. He knows enough for him to make up his mind."

Bill turned to look at Jon, then back at Lucy.

"What about oral service?" he asked.

Jon glanced up again to watch Lucy. She preferred a good foot rub to sex, even having her pussy licked, so he was very interested in her answer. He really did not mind the smell and taste of her sex, but he had never really had to satisfy her orally that much. It took her a long time before she spoke.

"Well...morning and night, I suppose. He is going to have a lot of pent up energy and passion for me if this works like you tell me it will. I suppose I will just have to learn to enjoy it more. Maybe I'll study up on it and have him experiment with different techniques."

"That's a very good idea," Bill said. "Maybe we could do some experimentation right now to give you both some sense of where this might be going. It might give you some insight into how it might be different for your dominant side Honey, and it might help Jon here make up his mind about all of this."

"Okay," Lucy quickly agreed. "That's logical."

Jon did not like the idea at all. He did not mind if they went home to experiment with oral sex, but not here. Not now! Not in front of this stranger.

"I'm not so sure about th...," he started to say.

"The only thing you need to say is yes, or no," Lucinda barked, cutting him off in midsentence. "Now get those panties off."

Bill and Lucy were both frowning at him like he was a petulant child. Jon reached down and placed his hands on the front of his panties, suddenly very aware of the black tent his erection formed. His thumbs worked to the waistband as he inched his butt up to allow them to slide off of the cheeks of his ass.

"Do you mind if I give some suggestions as you go along?" Bill asked.

Lucy sighed loudly. "That would be great Bull," she exclaimed, as if she had just offered to save her life.

"Then why don't you go ahead and take your dress off Honey," he said.

She quickly got up and walked around the coffee table to where Bill was sitting and bent down with her back to him.

"Unzip me?" she asked.

"With pleasure," Bill replied.

Jon was transfixed as he watched his beautiful wife drop her dress in a puddle next to Bill's rocking chair. Sure enough, she had not been wearing any underwear at all. Her breasts were not large, but they were the perfect shape of tiny ski jumps. Her nipples were not especially long, but those pink buttons stood proud. The years had added a few pounds to her tummy and hips, but her skin was flawless and her shape was still the envy most mortal women that Jon knew of. She turned to face Bill, then offered her right nipple to him. The older man stretched forward in his chair to give it a quick and gentle peck with his lips. Lucy giggled and offered the other one to him. He obliged her again.

"How do you feel?" he asked.

"Well...this whole thing...with me not wearing any underwear like you suggested, already had me pretty excited." She took a deep breath. "But standing here naked and you doing that...well...that really got my juices going."

Jon felt like he really did pass out for a second. He could hear his heart beating like a drum in his ears. It was like watching porn staring his wife. He was beyond stunned, and far beyond excited.

"Now," Bill whispered, "let go completely of the nice, good girl Lucy that is trying to hold you back. Put her away for a time. Let the Goddess free to have her way with her slave. Let her imagination go. How would she enjoy her slave?"

Lucinda laughed. Jon did not know if Bill knew it was Lucinda laughing, but he knew. She turned and looked at him, then marched to the side of the couch.

"I told you to get those panties off," she said, and quickly reached down to pull the underwear off his legs and then off of his feet.

The embarrassment was excruciating, but the sexual tension and excitement was overwhelming. She looked long into his eyes and dropped the panties on the floor. Then, in a swift movement, her hands went to the back of the couch above his head. She lifted her left foot and stepped over him. Her pussy hairs glistened in the light from the gas fireplace, and Jon could smell her scent stronger than he ever remembered. He admired her naked body hovering over him, and was captivated.

"Scoot down baby," she said gently, her gaze intense.

Jon scooted down until his face was inches away from her pussy. He breathed in deeply and almost passed out again. He wanted to taste her, but he knew from the squint of her eyebrows that he was supposed to wait. He ventured to glance over at Bill and was sure the old man was admiring an amazing view of her entire lovely naked bottom as she squatted over him.

"Good boy," she cooed. "You waited for your Goddess."

Jon blinked as his eyes darted from her sex to her eyes and then back again. 

"Now French kiss my cunt," she whispered. "Wet...sloppy...sexy...lips and tongue. Make love to my cunt...bury your whole mouth in my cunt lips."

Jon thought he was going cum as she said that. She never talked like that, and it brought him to the brink in an instant. Somehow he managed to hold on and follow her orders. He imagined the lips of her face as he kissed and sucked the silkiness of her wet pussy.

"Tongue my hole," she said, getting louder as he slurped and kissed her moist folds. 

He stretched his tongue as far as he could, reaching it as deep into her crevice as he could.

" That's it...deeper... that's it...suck it...oh yes...keep going...make love to my cunt...taste it...swallow it...French kiss my cunt. Ohhhh, keep going."

Jon was like a man possessed as he as he buried his nose, mouth, and chin in the wet folds of her womanhood. He kissed and sucked her juices for everything he was worth. Time was lost to him, but it seemed like a glorious eternity. Eventually his tongue and jaws began to tire, but he kept at.

"Now the clit," she ordered. "Suck it...lap at it...quicker...yes...quicker...yes, yes...ohhhh sweet Jesus YES!"

She was panting like a dog, and for an instant he thought she had urinated on him. The fluid drenched and covered his face. It was in his eyes and all over his face. He reached up with his right hand to wipe it away, but she planted her pussy so firmly on his face that all he could do was grab her perfect ass. After a moment she pushed his hand away.




Imagine There's Still Love Ch. 03



"Put your hands down," she ordered. "Suck me...clean me...take it all...lick my cunt and swallow my cum."

Jon's head was in another world as he struggled to comply. He licked and lapped and sucked every part of her pussy.

"Now my ass," she barked as she pitched her hips forward. "Lick the cum from my ass...lick it...tongue my ass."

A part of his brain rebelled for an instant. Her ass? Lick her ass? Really?

Sensing his reluctance, Lucy climbed off of him and quickly turned around. She straddled the couch, once again planting her ass on his face, holding herself up with one hand on his chest and one hand grasping his cock.

"Lick my ass," she commanded. "French kiss my ass...tongue it."

The mental haze he was in seemed to compel him to acquiesce. His lips kissed the pucker of her anus, then his tongue swirled around it.

"Deeper," she said as she worked her ass over his face. "Bury your tongue in my asshole."

And Jon did. In that moment, he gave up all resistance. It was as though the Borg had landed. He worked her ass just as he had worked her pussy. He buried his face in between the cheeks of her ass and sucked and licked and kissed and tongued until he was spent. She groaned and squealed above him until he felt her legs quivering. 

When she finally climbed off of him he was practically used, mentally and physically. He laid there on the couch, in a daze and barely aware of his surroundings. He thought he heard Bill and Lucy whispering to each other, but he was not sure what they were saying.

A moment later he felt her climb on top of him. Some natural part of him wanted to push her away because he was tired, but he was too spent to resist. Then he felt her kiss his cheeks and forhead, and he responded.

"Such a good boy," she whispered. "Such a good boy...just a little more."

Jon groaned in resistance, but she was rubbing the head of his cock with her thumb, and then she worked her way down until she was sucking on his balls. In spite of himself he felt more tension in his erection. She crawled on top of him again, kissing her way up his stomach to his nipples.

"That's my good boy," she whispered.

He felt the warmth of her pussy on his cock, and life began to swell within him again. After a moment she was rocking on top of him, the depth of her wet warmth enveloping his manhood. It felt wonderful, and he could feel his orgasm building.

And she stopped. He struggled to keep her going, but she would not relent.

"Do you want to cum, baby?" she asked in a soft and sultry voice.

"Yes," he begged.

"Do you submit to me?" she demanded.

"Yes," he replied.

"Do I own you...forever?"

"Yesss," he begged.

She began rocking on him again, working him like a hobby horse. He felt himself building again as her perfect cunt wrapped around and massaged his cock. It was perfect. She worked him and worked him, rubbing her pubic bone on his as his cock plumbed the depth of her.

"Cum for me baby," she screamed at last as she started flicking her thumb nail over his nipple. "Cum for your Goddess."

Jon could not believe how powerful his orgasm was. It was a though the well of his soul had erupted and all that was left of him belonged completely to her.

It was almost an hour later that they had both recovered enough to make their way back across the commons to home. Bill had loaned Jon a bathrobe for the trek. They showered together, and later that night they held each other. As sleep swallowed them that night, they made their vows again.

"Thank you Slave," she whispered.

"Thank you Goddess," he replied. 



Imagine There's Still Love Ch. 04



Despite Jon's best efforts in the days that followed, the truth and reality of his situation began to become clear. Despite the promises, the dynamic of their relationship had not really changed. He wrote in his new on-line journal each day, and confirmed that she never opened it once. The only change he experienced was that his diet consisted of fruits and vegetables in smaller quantities than he had ever imagined and he was hungry all the time.

The first morning he carefully and completely shaved his penis, testicles and ass. When he presented his work to Lucy she barely acknowledged him. He dutifully ordered not one, but two different chastity devices. He left the Fedex packages on the kitchen counter where she could not miss them and then later found the packages in his office under a stack of bills on his desk. 

He rose early each morning to make sure the laundry was done, and enjoyed a calm sense of belonging and joy of service as he imagined that she paid any attention. He also experienced a faint joy when he discovered that he was much better at folding the towels that she was. He enjoyed putting her cotton panties away each day, and could not help but marvel that she had chosen far sexier panties for him than she chose for herself. Morning and night the dishes were all washed, dried, and put away, and he found a certain deep submissive satisfaction in that activity as well. The problem was that he had to imagine her strict direction rather than experience it.

He rubbed warm vitamin E oil on her feet and legs each night, enjoying the sight of her deep relaxation under his ministrations. On Wednesday night he spent almost an hour messaging her back and butt and legs, then had to practically pour her into bed. He lay awake for hours that night, staring at the ceiling, wondering about the predicament he seemed to find himself in.

Where was the dominance he craved?

He was more than ready to serve her orally when she woke each day and then again as she settled into bed each night, but each time her lack of any real enthusiasm became apparent. By the end of the week the amount of time he was allowed to adore her pussy each morning and night had become a brief routine and she was beginning to act for all the world like she was doing him a favor rather than demanding anything of him.

They talked about all of the usual things they had talked about for years. Her lesson plans for each of the district special education assistants were riveting as usual and he did his best to hang on her every word. The Facebook updates about their daughter's lives were given the same rapt attention. She talked about her friends, and the movies they had seen and the books they had read. They were friendly and cordial and even occasionally mildly affectionate to each other in the same passionless vein as before. It seemed obvious that that they were on their way back to the very casual relationship that Jon had been so ready to give up on before. 

On Sunday morning they weighed in. He had lost four pounds in the first week, but her only response was to document the loss on the calendar. Though he waited through the rest of the day, Lucy made no mention of the devices on the corner his desk in his office. Reality was really beginning to settle into his brain late that evening as he typed away on his laptop, finishing the last several details of a PowerPoint presentation for work the next day. The same question that had been haunting him for years now began to work its awful and dangerous magic again. 

Was there any chance for them to continue on like this? Was he willing to forego any real passion for the rest of his life, until death did them part?

Somehow he finished his work and managed to survive the small talk through dinner without thinking too much about their bland relationship. He managed to enjoy doing the dishes, then folding the week-end laundry and putting it away. He persevered mindlessly through Lucy's foot rub and backrub, and was then somehow able to get to sleep without hours of tossing and turning.

Monday morning played out much the same as the week before. Jon dutifully shaved his testicles, penis, and anus, then carefully and thoroughly lotioned everywhere to limit any chafing. He considered opening the boxes that still sat on the corner of his desk, but decided against it. The morose edge of the current circumstances of their relationship kept him from doing what he felt was her responsibility. It was not rebellion he was feeling so much, but more a sense that it was a waste of time and that there was no point in attempting to court the D/s lifestyle that she had no interest in. In fact, he thought about not wearing the black panties she had provided for him. She had not bothered to check once whether he was wearing them anyway. 

Monday night slipped into the oblivion of service without demand or expectation, then Tuesday followed with the same, just as expected. Wednesday night's foot rub and back rub seemed as bland and uneventful as could be imagined. And he was certain that she would have just as soon have skipped Thursday night all together. Friday night's dinner out was exactly like so many before. They spent five minutes that night having the same sex in the same choreographed positions as every week for so many dull lifetimes, and then she fell into a deep contented sleep while he thought about getting up a going for a walk to settle and clear his head.

Other than weighing in, washing her car, and a few other mundane chores, Jon managed to keep a fair and safe distance from Lucy all week-end. She was busy with lesson plans and he managed to stay busy with work as well. Sunday night finally came, and he was satisfied that they had finally reached a point where they knew enough to leave each other alone except when she needed to endure his service to her. He had finally decided to print out labels so both packages could both be returned the next day when he noticed her leaning against the door jamb of his office. 

The vision rather surprised him, but the calm of his growing discontent stilled in him like cold water in his veins. The office was dark except for his desk lamp, and the light from behind her cast her form in a shadow that did not allow him to see the expression on her face.

"Have you decided which of those you are going to wear?" she asked.

Was there a hint of laughter in her voice? He considered her shadow for a moment, trying to see her eyes, then turned his attention back to his computer.

"Not really," he replied as he finished typing.

"I thought I had made myself quite clear...you were supposed to be wearing one of them last week-end. Would you prefer that I make an appointment to get you pierced?"

He glanced up at her again. Was this an attempt to re-establish some dominance over him after ignoring him for the last two weeks? Where had she been? Did it matter? Was he interested in the kind of relationship where she showed up occasionally to give him some meager attention? He already had enough experience with the casual and almost platonic life with Lucy to last him a lifetime.

"Why don't you just save yourself the time and energy?"

"Save myself the...whatever do you mean? I'm doing this for you...I thought you wanted this."

"I must seem pretty pathetic to you, don't I?" he asked as he logged off and glanced up and closed the laptop.

She silently eased into his office and took a seat on the fake leather couch which was next to the door. Her features were still somewhat in shadows, so he still could not see her eyes. 

"Of course you don't," she finally said quietly. "Why would you say such a thing?"

"Because I want and need so much more than you ever want to give."

Lucy sighed deeply.

"I thought we had that behind us. I don't want to go back through that, you know."

"I know," he replied. "I don't either."

"Then what's this about? I thought the week went well...what's the matter?"

Jon eased back in his chair. It sounded so much like the same damned discussion that went nowhere each and every time.

"What did you enjoy about this week?"

She thought about it silently for almost a minute.

"I was content...we were content. I told you what I expected...you lost another four pounds. You did your tasks each day...just like last week. You seemed to enjoy them."

"How would you know if I enjoyed them? You've hardly noticed me."

Lucy was silent for so long that Jon wondered if she had gone to sleep.

"This sound familiar?" he finally asked.

He thought he saw her nod her head slightly.

"Fire cannot burn in a vacuum, you know. If you demand something from me each day...give me some attention each day...forced me to savor your pussy for a half hour the same way I spend on your feet."

"I tried...but that really does not do anything for me," she replied with a sigh. "It really never has...you know?"

Jon sighed and put his hands behind the back of his neck.

"I know. Has anything sexual between us in the last twenty years done anything at all for you?"

"Of course it has," she snapped.

"And what would that be?"

"Friday night was nice...and I always love your backrubs."

"You fell asleep...just like you always do...and I stared at the ceiling...just like I always do. How do you suppose that is for me? Where is my motivation? Should I have washed the dishes again...or gone out and washed your car again?"

"I thought you enjoyed serving me."

"I do enjoy serving you. Serving you! But who have I been serving the last two weeks? Where have you been? I washed the clothes. Where were you? I washed the dishes? Where were you? I washed your car...I rubbed your feet...I rubbed your back...I got to kiss your twat for an instant... where were you?"

"I was there."

"Maybe you were there physically...at least part of the time. But weren't there mentally...and not emotionally...not for me anyway."

"You just want to be in control. Bill warned me about that."

"Maybe Bill's not as smart as you think he is. I don't want to be in control. I just don't want to be ignored. I don't want to feel like I'm in this all by myself."

"Is this supposed to be about what you want, or what I want?"

"What a convenient answer. What do you want? It seems like you just want no effort on your part. No risk emotionally at all. Nothing to do but give an order, close your eyes, relax, and perhaps go to sleep. I wonder what kind of teacher you would be with that kind of work ethic."

"That's not fare. That's completely different."

"It's not completely different. That's the problem Lucy. For you, our relationship has been on autopilot for so long that it seems right to you."

She stared at him. He could make out just enough of her features to see that she holding back an emotional outburst. It almost always came to this. She was so guarded and so in control of her passion and emotions that these conversations just became too much for her. They were becoming too much for him too.

"I put a lot of thought into my journal entries this week...what did you think of them?"

She did not answer.

"You haven't even taken the time to open them. You accused me of playing a game with you, but isn't that what you're doing? How long did you and Bill think the effects of that one episode were going to last me? If you don't want me to lick your pussy...fine...then think of something else. But whatever it is, at least try to pretend that you're interested.

"You promised to submit to me."

"You promised to challenge me...intrigue me...excite me. Two weeks ago I thought you understood that I need some passion and excitement back into our sex life. If you don't have any enthusiasm, then maybe we would both be better off trying to find something else to do with ourselves."

"So we're back to that? Why isn't my love enough for you?"

"What kind of love do you have for me? Do you love me with the intensity you showed me at Bills?"

"That was different. Bill put me up to that. That was to capture your imagination and get you to really submit to me."

Jon sat and stared at her, hoping she had heard the words that had escaped from her mouth. The words stung him more than a little. Bill had talked her into something that he could never get her to consider. That hurt, but at least it had moved her off center.

"So let's pretend that Bill was right. I submitted. Now what are you going to do with me?"

"I guess I need to figure that out," she finally said.

He expected the conversation to wind down to nothing like it always did, but Lucy rose silently and sauntered out of his office. He also did not expect to hear the back kitchen door open and shut. He did not expect to catch a glimpse of her going through the gate into the commons. There was a hint of the pleasure and pain from his jealousy when he realized she was on her way to Bill's. 

There was at least some delicious and painful emotion as he wondered about what they might be doing besides talking. He did not expect her to come home long after he was in bed and fast asleep.

Monday morning was tense between them. He did not offer to serve her orally, and she certainly did not demand that he did. That night was only slightly better, but she did at least allow him to rub her feet and legs. Tuesday morning and night she allowed him a brief kiss on her twat, along with vitamin oils on her feet. Lucy was busy with parent teacher conferences on Wednesday and Thursday night, the opportunity to serve and adore her was lost in the business of her total focus on students and their parents. 

It seemed a conterminous pattern of decline had begun again, so it really was no great surprise when Lucy informed him that he would be on his own for Friday night. 

There was a moment of excitement, combined with overwhelming dread that filled him such a thrill of life, when he thought about the prospect of her telling him she had a date with another man. Even an evening with Bill would have been a little exciting, though he really did not believe there was anything passionate between them. 

The disappointment of her response was very depressing however. Was there any point in trying to get excited about any part of their life together? Was there anything that was not more important than their relationship?

As she explained, Jon remembered a familiar theme. Perhaps once a month she planned a night out with some of the ladies who worked in the same school district. Lucy named each woman, and Jon was able to place a face and story to their descriptions. The pattern and purpose of the night out came back to mind. They were all single women near Lucy's age, although they all seemed so very much older. All but one was heavy; fat in fact. They were all average looking at best, all without significant others, all rather lonely if not for Lucy to get them organized and out enjoying life. Lucy was probably the only motivation for a social life those women had.

How was he supposed to be angry with her about that? Lucy was the perfect friend to these women, just like she was the perfect person for almost any needy cause. If she had a joy or true calling in life, it was to help others. She had been the secretary and treasurer for the local United Way for more than ten years, a donor and volunteer for Relay for Life since the program began, and had even become a district sponsor for the Make a Wish Foundation. 

He felt guilty and ashamed of himself for begrudging any of them their night out together, but that did not diminish his frustration. 

It seemed as though every possibility of any real chance for vibrant and vigorous passion in their lives together had been a mirage. He stayed late at work each night for the rest of the week, trying hard not to resent how so much of their lives seemed to interfere with what he wanted.

Staying at late at work had its own set of problems, however. It was hard not to appear like the typical micro-manager he had long ago vowed he would never become, especially when there was really nothing for him to do. The analysts and technicians kept glancing over their shoulders at him, as though trying to determine what was wrong that he was still there long after his usual day. The day shift supervisor remained working long after the night supervisor logged in to the system, and there was certainly no need for that. They were good people, all of them doing a good job, and he was driving them to distraction. He had to get out of there.

He dreaded the week-end. He dreaded going home and facing the night alone. He dreaded facing the possibility of spending the rest of his life alone.

He found himself many hours later, nursing the third or fourth Crown Royal on ice at a Jazz club some twenty blocks away from work. He had been there before; it was a good escape. The music was soothing, and the buzz from the alcohol had a numbing therapeutic effect on his emotions. He watched several couples dancing, and thought of Lucy in the arms of some tall dark stranger as they glided around the small dance floor left him feeling mesmerized. Was he really up for that fantasy to come true, or was it just some candy for his somewhat submissive brain? He did not really want her to have an affair; he just wanted the excitement and thrill of the unknown and the passion that might come with it.

Eventually he observed a few middle age women in professional attire glancing in his direction, and the sight disturbed him. Were they trying to catch his eye? That was not what he had in mind at all, but one of them had the look in her eyes that rather captured his imagination with images of demanding and captivating desire. The fantasy of Lucy with another man was one thing, but he had never really gleaned any enjoyment from the thought of him being with anyone else. 

Was this his future? The image in his brain was frightening. The whole idea of his life becoming an exercise in failed dating in old age because he was so unhappy with the lack of passion in his marriage was more than he could take. He had to get the hell out of there before melancholy took over and he did something stupid that he would regret for the rest of his life. He tossed a twenty on the table and headed for the door, only vaguely aware of the effect the whiskey he had consumed had on him.

He was not staggering at all. He was in pretty good shape actually. He knew that he had far too much to drink to ever consider driving home, but he was not so drunk that he was embarrassed by his circumstances. His company car was more than safe in the parking lot at work, but he called security on his blackberry to confirm that they would keep an eye on it over the week-end. 

He strolled down the street, aware of a faint lack of coordination to his gait from the alcohol, trying to figure out what to do next. Should he call a cab? How many bus changes would be required to get anywhere near home? 

Did he even want to go home? Now that was a damned good question. Did he have the courage not to go home? That was an even better damned good question.

There were several motels down the street where visiting company executives usually stayed. He remembered picking them up and dropping them off. It was logical to assume that the company had a discount at both of them? Before he knew he had even decided, Jon found himself signing a registration card and passing his company credit card across the counter at the Marriott. With complimentary travel kit in hand, Jon finally found his way to his room on the second floor.

He took a long hot shower, washing his panties while he did. He used the blow dryer to make sure his panties were dry before carefully hanging up his suit and pressing his dress shirt with the iron in the closet. Once certain he had not overlooked any detail for the next day, he climbed into bed. 




Imagine There's Still Love Ch. 04



It was such a surreal experience. No dishes to wash. Only his own laundry to do, such as it was. There was a real sense of loss and longing at not having anything to do for his Goddess. He missed performing those tasks for her, even though she never seemed to care about whether he did them.

Should he call her and tell her where he was? Should he text her? What would he say? Did he want her knowing that he had been doing? Did he want her knowing he had been drinking so much that he could not drive himself home?

He wanted to escape from his own longing and desire. He wanted to be normal and not need so much emotion and passion from her. He wanted her there to demand everything from him. He wanted to stop wanting so much. He turned his blackberry off and closed his eyes. 

They were not pleasant dreams. He slept fitfully, but somehow awoke far more refreshed than he had expected. No hangover at all; that was nice. After doing his business on the toilet he stepped into the shower and turned the water on to a gentle luke warm temperature he so enjoyed in the morning, then grabbed the shaver and toothbrush out of the travel kit. The spray of water helped him fully wake up, and he like shaving and brushing his teeth as the water cascaded over him. On a whim even took the time to shave his cock and balls thoroughly, pretending in his mind that Lucy really cared if he did that task for her. He dried off and slathered his face and scrotum with shaving balm before putting his panties back on. They felt stiff and rough and scratchy, but at least they were clean. 

His suit still looked good when he finished getting dressed.

He paused for some eggs and toast in the lobby, then strolled back towards work with a large coffee in hand. It was a beautiful Saturday morning for March. There was only a hint of clouds and the temperature was mild. 

He had a moment of inspiration, a vision of not having the responsibilities of being married, of not having anything to do or anywhere to go. Was this what life by himself would be like? Could he live like this? Maybe. It felt a little like traveling, and he had traveled enough on business by himself that he knew he could survive alone like this if he had to. 

Was that what last night was about; finding out if he was okay without Lucy? He was not sure, but he did feel somewhat relieved this morning for some reason.

He discarded the idea of going into work at all, but stopped to check in with security before retrieving his car. He was on the freeway towards home before he remembered to turn his blackberry back on. After cycling through the startup program, the device began to signal missed calls and messages. He glanced down at the screen as he drove, then felt his face flush as he noted that Lucy had been calling every fifteen minutes since just after midnight.

What was he supposed to do now? Truth was that he had known all along that this was the likely outcome. Had he done it on purpose? Was he trying to make her mad? Was he trying to get her attention? How would he have felt if she had done that to him?

That was it. He made the connection, and the realization rather stunned him. That was exactly what he wanted form her. The unknown, the fear, the dread, the excitement, and the challenge to do what he was told to do even if he did not really want to. He would have been so angry, so fearful, so completely excited if she had done that to him, and that was what he had been trying to experience. 

Could he ever explain that to her?

He sent her a text message that told her he would be home in less than twenty minutes.

She was standing in the open front doorway when he pulled his car into the driveway. She was wearing her old housecoat, and she looked very tired and grumpy. He got out of his car slowly, retrieving his briefcase before he closed his door and tentatively approached where she was waiting and glaring at him.

"Good morning, Lucy," he said. "Sorry about last night."

"Who is she?" she demanded in a low and controlled voice that surprised him.

Jon managed not to smile, managed no expression at all. That was not the question he had expected, and the shock of it made him suddenly very thankful that he had left the Jazz Club before either of those women made a gesture and something had a chance to start. He shook his head as he met her gaze. 

"I wouldn't do that," he answered, wondering if he was being completely honest with her, and himself.

She breathed a quick sigh. Was that a sigh of relief?

"Angela told me your car was in the lot all night...but you scanned out of the building at six thirty."

Now he did allow a bit of a smile.

"Angela left before I did. How did she know when I left?"

"She checked the security system from her laptop at home. And before you even think about reprimanding her, you should know that I told her it was a family emergency."

Jon shrugged and nodded.

"There are fifty people in the corporation who would kill to hire her away from me. I'm not stupid enough to even mention this to her."

"Good. So where were you?"

"Listening to jazz and drinking too much whiskey. Stayed at the Marriott."

"That's what Angela told me. She checked on your card activity."

"Then why ask me?"

"You be careful of your tone with me." Her eyes were blazing. "I wanted to see if you would lie to me. How do I know you were alone?"

Jon flushed and managed to shrug. He was of two minds. He was near not caring what she thought, and at the same time he was completely consumed by the need for her to believe and demand that he always had been and always would be faithful.

"I guess you don't know if I was alone. I guess you don't know if I'm telling you the truth. I suppose I might lie to you."

"Are you lying to me?"

"I never have before. I never wanted to."

"Are you now?"

"No," he answered, feeling tears swell his vision.

She seemed to perceive his emotion and honesty. Why was he feeling so emotional?

"I believe you," she said. "Was this your way of trying to teach me a lesson?"

"I don't know...I don't think so."

"Was this your way of trying to show me what you want from me?"

He stared at her, flush with the surprise of her intuition. She did know what he was thinking.

"I thought so," she replied to the unanswered question. "Now take your clothes off."

Jon frowned and started up the two steps to where she was waiting.

"I don't think so," he muttered as he moved to get past her.

He heard the switch whip through the air, then quickly looked up to see Lucy holding it up in front of him.

"You can go back to the Marriott for the rest of the week-end, or you can take all of your clothes off right there."

Jon pulled up short on the middle step, glancing from the switch in her hand to her eyes. There was no smile on her lips, and there was no doubt that the intense gaze he was looking into was Lucinda's. He knew he could not reason with her, and he sensed that they were at some kind of crossroad.

He could storm past her, ignore her and deal with all of the pain that confrontation might involve. Was he ready for that? He could get back in his car and leave, perhaps stay at the motel for the week-end as she had suggested. Did he really want that?

Hell...he adored her...he always had. He wanted her commands to be real. He did not believe that she was committed to this, but he wanted it so bad that he was willing to give her every benefit of the doubt.

Maybe he could just do as she told him and remove his clothes. What would come next? He really was not very interested in being spanked, but some of that was probably going to be involved. He knew there would need to be some punishment. 

Or was he perhaps willing to be spanked? That had been part of his fantasies before.

Should he use the safe phrase and just be done with this whole silly business? Was he willing to take the first step toward the end of his marriage? Stupid random thought.

He met her gaze, and slowly the terrible magic of those eyes worked their spell on him. He stepped back and set his briefcase down by her feet. Was he really going to remove his clothes here in front of their house? It was not as though the idea of being forced to be naked had never crossed his mind. A few of his fantasies were really not so very different than this. The mixed emotions and thoughts that were dancing through his brain just then were rather overpowering.

Maybe he could start slow. Maybe he could appease her just a little bit. He removed his coat and she immediately reached to take it from him. He removed his tie and she quickly took that too, then bent to drape the coat over his briefcase. This was going faster than he had intended. He bent down and slowly untied first one shoe and then the other, without bothering to take them off.

"Here," she said sharply, holding out a hand.

He handed her one shoe and then the other. She quickly tossed them into the house behind her.

"Socks too...and give me the belt," she barked.

He hopped on one foot as he removed his sock, then hopped on the other foot as he removed the other sock. In spite of himself he felt rushed to remove his belt and hand it to her.

"Now the shirt," she said.

He glanced over his shoulder as if to make sure nobody was watching him, then slowly unbuttoned the shirt and removed it. Lucy practically ripped it from his hands.

"Well, I don't see any marks on you. Let me see your back."

Jon turned in an awkward pirouette.

"Now get the pants off," she said as she placed the shirt on top of the jacket at her feet. "Hurry up."

Jon bent to push the slacks to the ground, then stood up holding the pants in front of himself as he tried to hide his growing erection, once more glancing over his shoulder to see if anyone in the neighborhood might be watching. Was being naked out here worse than being seen in Victoria Secret panties? Well, the growing stiffness in crotch was certainly a complication, but he was consumed by her spell.

"Panties too," she said as she grabbed the slacks from him and bent to fold them over the briefcase.

Jon breathed a deep sigh and stared hard at her as she stood back up.

"What are you waiting for?" Lucy snapped, whacking the door with the switch.

He flinched and his hands found the elastic of his panties.

"Do we have to do this out here?" he pleaded.

"According to your journal you like being naked...especially in front of other women. Maybe I should invite some of the wives in the neighborhood over to watch too."

There was a stark defiance in her eyes. Jon felt his hands slowly begin to push the panties off of his butt and down his thighs. His hard penis sprang free, but he managed to hide it momentarily as he pushed the panties down to his feet and stepped out of them. When he stood back up he tried feebly to cover himself with his hands and the panties, but she was having none of that. Lucy snapped the fingers of her left hand and held out her palm, her eyes still blazing. Jon reached over and placed the panties in her hand.

Lucy quickly raised the panties to her face and inhaled through her nose. There was a faint expression of relief on her face combined with the accusing glare when she took them away. With the switch she reached out and tapped his hands until he put them at his sides. She then tapped his hard penis lightly six times with the switch as well, then stepped closer and knelt in front of him.

She took a long time inspecting him them, carefully prodding and touching and pulling on the skin of his scrotum and butt and legs. Jon stood still, his mind in a swirl of confusion. The submissive part of his brain was in heaven, while the controlled part of him was mortified about what she was doing and might be thinking.

She finally stood up and took his chin in her hand to stare into his eyes. 

"You shaved this morning...what is that fragrance?"

"You told me to shave...I do it every morning...that's the lotion from the hotel."

She seemed to consider his answer for a moment, her expression lost in a vacant and subtle sense of embarrassment. Her eyes were soft and tender; Lucy's eyes. 

"I guess I should have known you shave every morning...shouldn't I?" she said.

He felt a little guilty for the lie, but he enjoyed the mental contest he thought she was experiencing. He nodded, and a shiver danced over him as Lucinda's eyes returned in the next instant. She swatted his bottom one time with the switch and gestured to the open door. Jon flinched with surprise, bent down to scoop up the briefcase and clothes, then scampered inside.

"Well that's a good start...now get in our bathroom and we'll finish the job," she said.

Finish the job? Jon placed the briefcase on the dining room table as he strolled cautiously toward their bedroom. What was next? He was waiting as she stepped into the bedroom behind him.

"So in your journal you wrote about wanting to experience ass play," she said.

Jon nodded. He loved the idea of adoring her ass.

"Have you had your second bowel movement today?" she asked.

"What?" Jon asked in surprise.

"You always go twice each morning...I pay attention to things like that. It's the same with children in school. How many times have you gone today?"

"What does that have to do wi...?"

Jon felt the switch snap against the side of his thigh and glanced into her eyes.

"Just once," he answered as his hand went instinctively to the sore spot on his leg.

"Then put your hands on the counter," she said as she opened the medicine cabinet.

"But you don't understand," he complained. " I want to serve you."

"You want to have fun with my ass...and I want to have fun with yours," she replied. "Now get your hands on the counter."

Jon put his hands on the counter as instructed. What was this all about? Why would she want to know about how many times he had gone this morning? She quickly produced a small clear gel tablet and Jon flushed as he realized what it was and what she was going to do. Looking into her eyes kept him from denying her, and with a swift motion she tucked the caplet deep into his anus until he felt her finger push it in until it escaped up inside of his rectum.

"Now sit on the toilet and hold it in as long as you can. That is a very fast working suppository...like the ones they use right before delivery in the hospital...Jackie is a delivery nurse and she gave them to me for just this purpose. You should be cleaned out in about ten minutes, but you hold it until I come back."

Jon sat down on the toilet as instructed as she dashed out of the bathroom. He was left wondering for all the world what she had in mind. Jackie was one of the women Lucy had been out with last night. What did she have to do with all of this? The submissive part of his brain was beyond trying to stop what was going on, but that did not keep his mind from dashing through all of the questions.

He held on as long as he could as the pressure in his bowels began to grow. The ten minutes seemed more like an hour, and just as the pressure began to get more than he thought he could stand, Lucy appeared in the bathroom doorway naked.

"Okay," she said with authority, "you can let it go now."

Jon closed his eyes and relaxed his rectum. He did not want her there, but he knew better than to say so. It came in a rush that took him by surprise, the release a swell of pleasure and shear humiliation that he had to hold it until she gave him permission.

"Now in the shower," she said before he was sure that he was completely through.

"I took a shower already," he replied.

"And you'll take another one," she barked.

He flushed again and stepped into the shower stall. Lucy reached in past him and turned the water on. The cold water dashed over his naked body and the shock of it gathered his attention and shrunk his erection.

"That got your attention, didn't it?" she said.

He shivered and nodded.

"What?" she snapped as she swatted his bare ass with the switch.

"Yes," he replied as he flinched and turned to meet her gaze.

"Yes, what?" she yelled and switched him again.

His mind froze for an instant. What did he do wrong? What was he supposed to say? The water began to warm slightly as the answer leaped into his brain.

"Yes, Goddess," he responded.

Her smile captured his imagination as the warm water cascaded over him.

"Good boy," she whispered.

He stood there, shivering in the spray of water. The submissive part of his brain wanted nothing more than to thank her, while the logical part was confused and angry that she did not just say what she wanted. Slowly the warm water eroded his defense and he began to soften his emotions. He enjoyed her words...he like that she was happy with him. He wanted her to think that he was a good boy.

"Here," she said eventually, shaking him from his submissive reverie. "You're going to enjoy this."

Jon looked at what she was handing to him. What was it? He took it and held it in his hand. A bar of soap? It had a strange shape to it. It was about four inches long and perhaps one inch square in width.

"Ivory soap," she said.

"Ivory soap?" he asked.

"Yes...cut in half the long way...you will use it to clean your ass out from now on after you use the suppositories."

Jon just stared at her. Surely he had misunderstood her.

"My...?"

"Yes." She nodded at him like she was offering him a piece of cake. "I smoothed out and tapered the end for this first time. It's going to feel so nice in your ass. Not really that much bigger than Doctor Justin's finger when you get your physical."

"You're not serious?"

"Absolutely. And Bill says that it works as well as an enema for cleaning your rectum out. You push it in as far as you can while keeping hold of the end...then you twist it so it scrubs the inside of your asshole. You pull it out to clean it off in the spray of the shower, then do it again, and you keep doing it until the bar of soap remains clean."

She acted like she was explaining a new toy to one of her special education students. He looked into her eyes and was consumed by her excitement and enthusiasm.

"Bigger than a finger...isn't it?" he asked.

"Oh, Baby," she cooed, "We're going to put much bigger things than that up your ass before we're through. This is just to clean you out and get you used to the feeling of being stretched out down there."

"I'm not sure..." Jon complained.

"But I am," she replied as she took the bar of soap from him purposefully. "You wanted me to challenge you, so here's a challenge. Now put your hands on the wall and I'll get you started."

She was right. He had asked for it. But could he do it? Was he all talk, and not able to step up to her challenge when she finally relented to what he had asked of her? He somehow managed to put his hands up, nervously watching her.

"Relax your bottom Baby," she said as she began probing along the crease of his ass with the bar of soap, looking deep into his eyes.

The sensation was almost terrifying, then there was almost the hint of pain as she twisted the soap at the entrance of his anus.

"Relax Baby," she repeated in a soft voice.

He closed his eyes and breathed deeply as he struggled to relax. And suddenly it was inside him, just barely. It was tight and shocking and mentally overwhelming.

"That's good...now relax again," she whispered.

As he relaxed his bottom again she pushed it deeper until he had the sensation of needing to urinate. She pulled it out halfway, then pushed it in again.

"Umph," Jon exclaimed and shivered with a rush of emotions.

"Isn't that good?" Lucy cooed again as she pumped it into him. "Don't you just love me fucking you like this?"

Jon just grunted as she plumbed his depth.

"Don't you? " she asked again with a sharpness to her voice.




Imagine There's Still Love Ch. 04



"Yes," Jon mumbled, and could not believe the words had escaped from him.

Did he love it? Yes...and no. He could not believe what was going on in his mind.

"Good," she said. "Now you take it and get on with it. Take it out and wash it off. I want to watch you put that up your ass at least ten times. Be sure and relax so you don't hurt yourself."

Jon did as he was told. He washed it off and stuck it back in. Then again and again, even though there was nothing left to clean off. It was such a surreal experience to have her watching him like that as he worked on himself. It was almost like she was watching him masturbate. Perhaps that was exactly what she was doing.

"That's enough," she finally said, holding up a new razor. "Now we're going to shave all of your body hair off. I'll do your back and legs."

For the next five minutes they shared the razor until all of his body hair below the neck was gone. His skin felt rather raw, but his emotions were running high as she stroked every part of his body to make sure the hair was gone.

"That's good, Baby," she finally said.

Jon turned off the shower and she immediately began to towel him off. When he was dry she pointed to a bottle replenishing balm on the counter.

"Lotion yourself thoroughly and come lay on my bed," she commanded, then floated out of the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

A few moments later he stepped back into the bedroom to find her waiting for him. She was lying on the bed, as though posed to prepare for him. Her hair was pulled back into a very tight ponytail, and she was wearing a leather bra and tight leather shorts. The vision before him was perfect, and completely grasped his imagination.

"Spread the towel out here on the bed." She gestured beside her. "Then lay down on it."

Jon again did as he was told and Lucinda gazed deep into his eyes.

"Now pull your knees up to your shoulders," she commanded.

Jon tentatively and nervously complied. He could not describe the exposed vulnerable mental anguish he felt. Lucy rolled away from him and reached over to pluck a bottle of KY lotion from her night stand, then rolled back over to stare deep into his eyes again. She put some gel on her index finger and held it up in front of him.

"Beg me to finger fuck you," she demanded.

Jon trembled as he met her gaze, but did not say anything.

"Beg me," she repeated.

She stared into his eyes and waited.

"Please," he finally said in a small voice.

"Please what?" she replied.

He struggled with the confusion and fear and excitement for a long time, still holding his legs up to fully expose his virgin asshole to her. The arousal he felt was almost more than he could stand.

"Please finger fuck me Goddess," he begged.

She pushed her finger slowly inside him, then began a rhythm of strokes as she searched his face.

"Beg me again," she said.

"Please fuck me Goddess."

"This is mine...do you understand?"

"I understand," he replied.

"And this is also mine." She pulled her finger from his asshole and grabbed his balls and cock. "Do you understand?"

"I understand," he managed to answer weakly.

"You can put your legs down Baby," she said softly.

When he did so, Lucy lowered her mouth to his and kissed him so hard that he thought it might bruise both of their lips. Then there were her eyes again as she pulled a few inches away. Then slowly she began to kiss her way across his nipples and down his stomach and groin until her wet velvet lips and tongue began to work on his hard cock. She quickly devoured it, then back out to the tip and worked on the head with her teeth while she reached down to separate his legs with her right hand. As she worked his cock to a frenzy with her tongue, the fingers of her right hand squeezed and fondled his balls while the fingers of her left hand flicked and squeezed first one nipple and then the other. When he could feel himself ready to burst at any moment, and as if Lucy could read his mind, she thrust her finger back into his asshole and found his prostrate. Her mouth and lips were like a powerful vacuum cleaner, a sucking vengeance on his shaft, as he erupted. She swallowed and swallowed again, sucking until he was completely spent, and then she kept sucking and tonguing his spent and shriveling cock until long after he was done.

Jon shivered again as she continued to suck on his sensitive penis while she caressed his legs with one hand and his chest with the other. Finally she pulled away and stared into his eyes again.

"And that's mine too," she said, sitting up and smacking her lips. "Understand?"

"Yes Goddess," he said.

"I know you need more from me...I will try to satisfy that need in the best way I can make available. Agreed?"

"Agreed," Jon replied with a satisfied smile.

Best way available? What did that mean? He was so hopeful and satisfied and content that he was willing to try to go along with whatever it meant.

"Good...now go get one of the devices that you purchased. We'll put it on you this morning and you can wear it all week-end.

Jon wanted to argue with her. He wanted to explain that he had given up on that idea, that the opportunity for that was over, but somehow he just could not make himself say the words. She seemed so enthused about the very idea now. How was he supposed to explain to her? Perhaps if he waited her out, then they could talk about it and he could explain.

But as he hesitated, Lucy managed to produce the switch as though from thin air. She slapped his limp cock and balls with a painful blow that also struck his thighs and stirred him instantly aware and forced him to action.

"Get with it," she snapped. "Get in there right now."

Jon sprang from the bed and found himself scampering to his den for the packages. As he stepped into the room and flicked the lights on, however, he saw that both packages had already been opened and were sitting in the middle of the desk. Each device was displayed in relief, all of the parts in the middle of the desk, and all of them painted in bright shiny enamel.

"Finger nail polish," she said from behind him as he stared at the chastity devices before him. "Perfect Pussy Pink."

Jon turned to look at her with wide eyed surprise, and Lucinda giggled out loud.

"Let's go with the Birdlock," she finally demanded as she stepped around him and picked the device up.

"Pink?" Jon exclaimed.

"Yes...very pretty, don't you think?" offered Lucy.

What was supposed to say to that? How was he supposed to argue? As he stood there she picked the unit up and began to fasten the plastic strap around the base of his scrotum. Before he knew it she was guiding the plastic tube over the end of his flaccid cock and snapping the lock closed.

She looked at him with a satisfied smile.

"That was pretty damned good," she smirked. "Even if I do say so myself."

He looked at her, dazed and confused.

"I practiced on Bill a few times," she explained with an expression of triumphant glee. "Of course he is a lot smaller than you, so I wondered how I would do on your large package. That was easier than I expected."

"Practiced on Bill?" Jon asked, his own voice sounding stupid and simple in his own ears.

The knowledge ripped at his ego, his manhood. The jealousy and fear and excitement made his brain seem numb. At least he had the satisfaction of knowing his cock was bigger than Bill's. Was that really any kind of satisfaction?

"We wanted you to be ready for this week-end."

"This week-end?" Jon asked.

"Yes...I need to get started with my obligation to you...to give you more stimulation...more attention. And I have some friends coming over to help with that. You need some CFNM time. You need to serve some dominant women. Well...at least they're willing to try to be dominant. This is really going to be good for them...and you too."

"What?"

"I'm thinking that the girls should come over around noon."

"What girls?" Jon squeaked the question.

"Well my girls, of course. Jackie, and Rose, and Carrie, and Judith. Even Carol is considering coming."

"What for?"

"To dominate you, of course...to have their way with you. How did you put it? To help me challenge you, and intrigue, and of course excite you." Lucy looked liked she had just offered him a giant piece of chocolate pie.

"They're coming here...this week-end?"

"Yes...and they'll be staying the whole week-end...until Tuesday morning. I told Angela that you would be taking Monday and Friday off this week and next. She said your people at work would really appreciate you taking some time off, and Angela says you have almost a month and a half of personal time built up."

"I'm not sure..." Jon tried to object.

"But I am," Lucinda replied in a sharp tone.

They stared at each other then, and slowly Jon felt his meager resolve slip away. Then she smiled at him.

"Good...now listen closely. You will find a list of tasks on the kitchen counter. First you will call each of my girls and asked them to come over for the week-end. You may have to persuade them a bit...I told them about my idea, but a few of them were a little reluctant until they knew that it was your idea."

"But if they don't want to come..."

"You will convince them...beg them...promise them anything...get all of them to come. Do you understand? The only answer I will accept is that you have arranged for all of them to come."

Jon blinked several times as he struggled to grasp the significance of her instructions. He did not know how he was going to convince them, but he understood that he had no choice. Finally he nodded.

"Yes Goddess," he said.

"Good...after they each agree to come, you will find out what they want to eat and drink for the week-end."

"Yes Goddess," he said.

"You're getting very good at that," she said with dazzling smile of satisfaction. "Then paint your finger nails and toe nails the same color as your little penis device here. The polish is on the kitchen counter." 

She reached out and patted the plastic tube that house his manhood. He felt his cock try to swell slightly inside the unit. Was he ready for this? Could he do it? Pink finger nails and toe nails? Did it really matter anymore what he thought he could do? A part of his brain was conflicted, while the other part of his brain was in a submissive heaven.

"After your nails are dry...you will follow my list of instructions to the letter as you prepare for the girls. You may need to go shopping for wine or whatever they might want, and if you do then you are allowed to wear the lycra outfit that is hanging in your den. Otherwise you will wear only sandals and your device. Do you understand?" 

"Yes Goddess," he replied as his brain swam in a fog of stupor.

"Now, I'm going to take a nap...get caught back up on the sleep I did not get last night."

Lucy raised her eyebrows at him with a hint of accusation. Jon nodded to her.

"You will wake me at five," she said.

Jon nodded again.

"Make sure the girls understand that you will need to spend an hour or so helping me get ready for my date with Bill tonight."

Jon stared at her. He felt like he was outside of his own body, watching someone else try to understand and come to grips with what she had said. Could he argue? Could he say anything?

"Now Baby," she said in a soft gentle voice, "I can see that this is all a little much for you."

Jon felt himself nodding.

"So do you remember our safe phrase?"

Jon felt something stick in his throat as they looked at each other.

"Say you want to get off this yellow brick road...or say yes Goddess. Which will it be?"

It seemed like an eternity that Jon stood there and gazed into her eyes. Finally she broke the spell.

"The girls will be expecting your calls Baby," she cooed.

"Yes Goddess," he heard himself say.

And he watched her beautiful form turn and stroll away from him. God he loved her. He watched her go into her bedroom and close the door behind her. 

Could he do this? 

Did he want off of this yellow brick road? 

He had just started down it, for God's sake.



Imagine There's Still Love Ch. 05



Jon was still in a frantic and embarrassing sense of desperation when the door bell rang. Was this what Lucy really wanted him to do? Was this what he wanted? He had told her he wanted to be her slave in any way she wanted, but had he intended this?

The doorbell rang again Oh hell...already?

He was in his terry cloth bathrobe, sitting on one of the kitchen stools, the telephone cradled between his shoulder and his ear, as he scanned Lucy's list in front of him. There was no help for him on the piece of paper, however. He was on his own trying to convince Carol to join them for the week-end. What else was he supposed to say to convince her?

"Lucy was very insistent that you be here Carol," he said, hoping he did not sound quite as pathetic to her as he sounded to himself.

"I understand," she replied, "but I've thought about it...and what you're suggesting... what Lucy is suggesting, actually... I'm not sure it's a good idea."

"Can you be more specific?" Jon asked. "She's going to be very angry with me if you don't come."

"I have been considering how to become more dominant...how to take the next steps in that part of my life. Lucy knows that, and I think that's what she is counting on. There are a lot of men out there, like yourself, who want someone like me to take control of them, if you will...but I'm not sure I could ever do anything like that to the husband of one of my good friends. I like you Jon, and I'm afraid what this might do to our friendship."

The doorbell ran again, and he sighed deeply. "Could you hold the line for just a moment Carol? There's someone at the door."

"I suppose," she replied.

Jon pulled the door open to find Jackie and Rose standing there looking very expectant. They were each carrying a small overnight bag. He was more than a little surprised at how quickly they had showed up. It could not have been more than forty-five minutes since he got off the phone with Rose.

"Please come in," he said, stepping aside and gesturing them in. "I'm on the phone."

They were both large women. Jackie was top heavy with large breasts and an imposing barrel of a torso; her bottom and legs so small in comparison that they did not seem to match. She had pretty eyes and a sinuous smile. Her long dark chestnut hair swept around her face, and Jon wondered if she might not be lovely if she lost one hundred pounds. Rose was almost the exact opposite body type, with a small upper body and tiny chest above hips and thighs that looked like they belonged on a very large pot bellied pig. Her hair was short and bleached blond, and the eager angular smile on her face looked like she might eat him alive.

They both put their bags down by the door and practically assaulted him as they stormed into the living room. It was all he could do to fend them off as he backed up and Rose slammed the door behind them. He held the phone to his ear as the women each latched onto an arm.

"Who are you talking to lover?" Jackie demanded. 

"It's Carol...I'm trying to get her to join us...Lucy was most insistent. "

"Give me that," Rose said as she peeled the phone from his hand. 

He could not believe how powerful these two large women were. Jackie was kissing him on the cheek and stroking his chest inside his robe, while Rose put the phone to her ear.

"Carol? Is that you honey?" Rose chirped into the receiver as she stroked Jon's face her free hand and stared into his eyes "It's Rose...Jackie and I are here. Yes...he's gorgeous Carol. He's better than you and Lucy said. Yes I know you've seen him up close before, but he's all shaved smooth and perfect. I think I'm in love."

She twisted the phone away from her mouth and planted her lips firmly on Jon's for a moment as she listened. She pulled away and nodded as she twisted the receiver back to her bright red lips.

"Yes...I know you know him better than the rest of us. Yes...I know it will be a real challenge for you. Oh Carol, you've got to get over here...you're the only one of us who really knows what she's doing. Carrie and Judith will be here in an hour or so, but you need to get your stuff and get over here."

Rose nodded and listened, puckering her lips at Jon again and giggling as Jackie continued to flick his nipples with her thumb.

"Yes you can honey," she said into the receiver, "we really need you. I don't think we can do this without you. Okay honey... great...you're the best...love you...see you in a while."

She turned the phone off and set it on the credenza by the front door, then turned on him with a gleam in her eyes.

"Now let's get these clothes off of you. Oh...your nails are lovely...I can't wait for you to do mine. "

Jon was abruptly aware of his nails, just as he was acutely aware of his straining penis in its plastic sleeve. He was almost dizzy with a confused euphoria, while at the same time almost terrified at what was happening to him. He remembered the feelings of numinous belonging to Lucy while he was painting his nails, but after he started on her list to get ready for the other women he felt more like some kind of male whore. Begging them to come and have their way with him, promising them whatever they wanted of him, left him feeling small and pathetic mentally. And it was really just beginning. 

Jackie was dragging the robe down his shoulders on one side while Rose worked on the other.

"I love those panties, "Jackie breathed in his ear, "but let's get them off and see what you have for us."

Rose reached for the front of his panties and quickly pulled them down to expose his encased penis. He wanted to resist, but the truth was that this was sort of what he had to promise them to get them to come.

"What's this?" she cried as the device sprung free from the silk fabric.

"My Birdlock," Jon replied feebly. "Lucy put it on me this morning."

Rose chuckled and shook her head and pulled the panties to the floor. She slapped his leg twice and Jon dutifully stepped out of them and Rose growled at him as she put them in her mouth. He was naked now, feeling vulnerable but also the rush of excited adrenaline as they groped and handled him. If this was just the beginning, then what was it going to become? What did Lucy have in mind?

"Well I do love the color coordination," squealed Jackie, "but I was hoping to see the object of my desire. Where's the key to this thing?"

"You'll have to ask Lucy," Jon replied timidly.

"Where is she?"

"Taking a nap. She didn't get very much sleep last night."

"Did she say when she was going to wake up?"

Should he just come right out and tell them about Lucy's date with Bill? It was very embarrassing, mortifying in fact, but it was not as though he was going to be able to keep it a secret. Probably it was best to just explain it all right away.

"I'm supposed to wake her at five o'clock...then I have to spend an hour or so getting her ready for her date tonight. She told me that I was supposed to make it very clear to all of you ladies...that I would need to be available to only her while she gets ready for her date."

"That's very interesting," Jackie said. "Does she do that often...date, I mean?"

"This is her first time. I'm feeling a little anxious about it."

"I'm sure it will be fine. If I know Lucy, she is just trying to help this Bill out with some problem. Seems like she is always busy helping somebody with something. Sort of like she is doing sharing you with us."

Jon had wondered if that was what Lucy had in mind. He had told her about his desires, and shared his fantasies in his journal, so she knew that some of this was what he wanted. She also knew what her friends needed and wanted. Was this her way of trying to make a win win situation for all concerned?

"I suppose you're right," Jon responded.

"What I want to know is how we get this pink plastic thing off of the prize," Rose complained.

"She's probably just making sure we all get an equal chance," Jackie chuckled as she reached down and cupped Jon's balls. "She knows how eager you and I are, but I'm sure she wants all of us together when she..."

"When she what?" asked Rose.

"When she explains the rules, I imagine. You know Lucy...always fair to everyone."

Suddenly Jon gathered his wits and remembered his instructions and the list. He carefully pulled away from Rose and Jackie and marched toward the kitchen.

"Can I get you ladies anything? If you have any special requests, then I...er...we may need to go shopping."

"Light beer for me," said Rose.

"White wine," said Jackie.

He poured the beer into a tall frozen glass, the wine into a goblet, and then carried them into the living room to serve them.

"Why don't you come and sit on the sofa with us," Rose said as she took his arm and practically dragged him along.

Jon found himself in the middle of the sofa with Rose on one side and Jackie on the other. Rose had her tongue down his throat as she smothered him with kisses, while Jackie fondled and squeezed his balls. His head was spinning and shivers of arousal coursed through him. He was a toy to these two women, and their rapt attention had his mind in a vacant whirl of passion. He never intended anything like this. He had really only wanted a passionate relationship with his wife, to give himself completely to her, but now he found himself a plaything for her friends. They took turns at him, kissing and licking and sucking on him. The submissive emotions seemed to overwhelm him as Rose and Jackie showered him with attention. He was not sure how long he had been in their clutches when the doorbell rang, but he finally was able to breath.

"Oh damn," Rose exclaimed as she released her grip on Jon. "That's probably Carrie and Judith."

Jon managed to escape from the two large women and bolted for the door. He was completely oblivious by now to the fact that he was completely naked as he pulled the front door open.

"Well hello Jonathon," Carrie said with a guarded excitement. She stepped up to him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

"Hello Carrie," he replied timidly. "Thank you for coming."

Carrie was really the only one of the group of women Jon knew well. She was one of Lucy's oldest friends and had been to dinner with them a number of times. She was almost the same height as Jonathon, with a firm and somewhat manly build. She was a pretty woman, in a masculine sort of way.

"I'm not exactly sure about all of this Jonathon," she whispered in his ear, "but I really like your outfit."

"Thanks," he said again.

Judith came slowly up the front steps, stumbling and giggling as she reached the front door. He was not sure she was even going to come in, she looked so afraid. She was tall and ungainly; heavy around the middle, and Jon remembered that she was extremely uncoordinated and painfully shy. He felt sympathy for her in some deep part of his brain.

"Please come in Judith," he said, holding out a hand.

"Oh Geez your beautiful," she gushed as she took his hand and stepped inside.

"Isn't he though," Jackie exclaimed from the sofa.

"So where's Lucy?" Carrie asked, glancing around as if to find her.

"Taking a nap," he replied.

"He's supposed to wake her at five and help her get ready for her date tonight," Jackie cackled.

"So she's really going to do it huh?" Carrie said with more than a touch of admiration. "She's been talking about this guy who lost his wife...how he has been teaching her about being more dominant...how he hasn't been dancing for more than ten years and needs her to help him experience the joys of living again."

Obviously Lucy had been talking to her friends about Bill. He cringed in embarrassment that she had talked so openly with them about dating another man. Was she actually thinking about cuckolding him, while at the same serving him up to all of her friends? He had read stories about this happening to slut wives, but he had never thought of himself as a slut husband. Was that what was happening?

Somehow he managed to clear his head and remember the list.

"Can I get you girls something to drink?"

They all followed him into the kitchen, a gaggle of hens cackling around him as he poured more wine. He served cheese and crackers, yogurt covered raisins and nuts, and a tray of celery, baby carrots, baby tomatoes, and sweet peas with Ranch dressing. He shivered each time a hand would drift across his butt, or his back, or his chest. They were watching him, touching him, teasing him, as they talked and drank. The kitchen had become a tiny cocktail party, with him as the centerpiece.

"How about some music," Carrie finally said.

"Okay," Jon said, "Jazz okay with everyone? "

"Smooth and light," Rose replied. "Something we can dance to."

Dance? Jon had not thought of that. He was not much of a dancer. He scurried out to the front room and punched a random cycle of Bob James, Kenny G, and Chuck Mangione.

It took him several trips to bring the wine and food into the front room and place them on the coffee table, but eventually all of the ladies had found a comfortable seat. Rose and Jackie had made room for him on the Sofa. Carrie found a perch in Lucy's stuffed oak glider. Judith sprawled into his leather recliner. They each had a drink. They each seemed comfortable and content. He felt good that he had accomplished most of the first part of Lucy's list.

He was feeling a bit vulnerable and foolish to be walking around naked with just a device on his cock, however. The Birdlock did keep his erection from growing beyond a small stiffness, and he did feel better about his belly and love handles since they started to shrink from his diet, but still he wanted to cover up.

"Would it be okay with you ladies if I put my robe back on?"

"We want you just the way you are," Jackie answered firmly.

The other women all nodded agreement. So much for that idea. Was he up for this? What in the hell choice did he have? His mind swayed from arousal to embarrassment and back again, seemingly changing in a heartbeat. What was he supposed to do next?

"Can I get anything else for you ladies?" he asked.

"I'd like for you to come over here and sit between Rose and I again," Jackie demanded.

He struggled with an option. He really did not want the other women to watch him get mauled by them again. Judith saved him, sort of.

"I want to watch him dance for us," she exclaimed.

Dance? That was insane; he could not dance to save his life.

"I...um...I'm not really much of a dancer."

"I don't care," Judith said. "I just want to watch your naked body move."

"You really want to watch a fat old man try to dance?" he asked.

"You're hot for an old man...and I don't think you're fat at all." Judith giggled. "Now move your ass old man."

He felt foolish, but the passion Judith showed in coming out of her shell caused Jon no end of admiration. He almost forgot that he was naked as he began to gyrate and move to the sounds of the music. As he danced, he moved over to where Judith was sitting and he teased her with his body. He put his hands on the back of the chair and brought his chest near her face, and then he lowered his face to her cheek and brushed his lips across her lips. He had experienced a stripper doing that to him one time on a trip to Seattle and he wondered if it affected her the same as it had affected him. She shivered and tried to follow him with her lips as he pulled away, and he thought he heard her whimper slightly. That was kind of fun to be able to do that to her.

"Bring some of that over here," barked Jackie.

Jon smiled at her but quickly turned to Carrie instead, watching the expression that began to creep onto her face. She looked like she was trying to remain very casual, but there was a sparkle in her eye. He danced his way over to her, and straddled her legs as he put his hands on the armrests of the glider. Their eyes met and locked on to each other. She looked almost defiant as he stretched to rub his left nipple across her lips. He could not be sure, but he thought she kissed him as he did. The experience emboldened him, and the surge that passed through him then was like a warm cycle of electric current. He was on fire inside and the music spurred him on as he dance away.

He worked his way over to the couch and entertained Rose and Jackie, and of course neither of them was at all shy. The song ended and saved him from being swallowed by them.

"That was very fucking hot! " Judith bellowed. "I've never experienced anything like that before in my whole fucking life."

Jon and the other women laughed out loud as the next song began. Before he had a chance to begin dancing again, Judith was on her feet and clutching onto him. He sensed that she needed this more than the rest of them, and a quick glance at Carrie confirmed his suspicion. They swayed back and forth as Judith ran her hands up and down his back and down his butt.

"Oh God, I love this," she declared over and over again to each of the other women as she and Jon danced together.

He saw that each of the women was truly happy for Judith. And the mental sensation was calming. He felt so good about what he was doing for her that he wondered if this was the sense of satisfaction that Lucy so enjoyed from helping others. He just kept moving to the beat of the music as her hands caressed and fondled him. When the song finally ended she kept her firm grip on him.

"It's a long week-end," he whispered. "You can have lots more of me before it is over."

"Oh God," she giggled as she let him go, "I could just eat you up."

The doorbell saved him; sort of. There was little doubt who it was, of course, and he sauntered to the front door and pulled it open, somehow only vaguely cognoscente of the fact that he was naked except for the plastic device that was trapping his aching manhood. The ladies behind him gave Carol a loud chorus of welcome, and she smiled and waved as she looked him up and down quickly.

"I would think purple is more your color," she said as she stepped inside pulling a large roller suitcase behind her. "But I'm glad to see that you are well shaved already...it will save us time."

"Lucy picked out the color," he said, intentionally inspecting his nails out in front of him as he had seen women do.

"Pink? Really?" Carrie smiled and shook her head. "Well I guess it does match your little clit there doesn't it?"

Jon nearly fainted as the warmth of embarrassment swelled through him. He was stunned to silence by her humiliating response, but he was also so enthralled by her that his mind was in a tether. She gazed deep into his eyes, and they vexed him instantly. He did not know what to say, but there was the sense that he was completely at her bidding. Was it almost like looking into Lucinda's eyes? Different, but also the same somehow.

"Where should I put my suitcase?" she asked.

He had not thought about that. Where were the women going to sleep? There was nothing in Lucy's list about that, and he was not sure what her plan was.

"Let's put it in the extra bedroom," he said.

Carrie followed him down the hall, then followed him into the room as he turned the light on. What he found was more than a little unsettling. The bed had been moved into the corner, and there were wrist and ankle straps on each post. The dresser had been moved over next to the closet, and two queen size mattresses had been placed on the floor side by side with a large comforter spread across them. What had Lucy done?

"This looks promising," Carrie said as she pulled the suitcase inside and closed the door behind her.

Jon turned to meet her intense gaze again, and they were like a whirlpool which pulled him in.

"Are you really ready for this?" she asked.

"I don't know," Jon answered without thinking.

"Then why are you doing it?" she demanded.




Imagine There's Still Love Ch. 05



"This was really all Lucy's idea."

"Then I say it again. Why are you doing it?"

"It's a little complicated."

"Try me."

Jon remained silent for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts as he stared into her penetrating eyes. This was an incredible sensation, and his mind was in a haze.

"Some of this is my fantasy...the CFNM, you know. I really enjoy the idea of being submissive. I love the way it makes me feel. Some of the rest of it was just trying to create some passion, some excitement, some thrill in my sex life. Lucy has become so casual and uninterested, and I have become so frustrated and disillusioned." 

"Do you think maybe you should call this whole thing off?"

"I think I'm afraid to," Jon explained.

"I'm not sure I understand."

"If this does not work then I'm afraid maybe Lucy and I will not make it. This is like a last ditch effort."

"But she's planning on us dominating you while she goes out on a date with an old man who has become another one of her projects. Seems to me that you and Lucy need to work this out...just the two of you."

"So why are you here Carol?" Jon asked.

"It's complicated," she replied.

"Try me," Jon replied with a haunting grin.

Carol smiled, then laughed quietly.

"That's why," she said. "That mind of yours...that sense of humor and gallant mastery of order that you have without even trying. I need to expand my repertoire if I am going to really become the Domme that I think I can be, and I need a perfect temporary muse who will play along with me while I master my skills. I think Lucy is a fool to have done this to you, but I'm willing to go along with it because you are so perfect. You are probably my best opportunity to learn and grow."

"That kind of leaves me in awe of you," Jon whispered.

"Perfect," she said with a curt nod of her head. "Lucy has given her word and I have given mine, and if you agree then we will see what this week-end has to offer."

He met her gaze, and for the second time in just a while he had the notion that he was doing something good for someone else. He really did not know what all he was getting into, but Carol needed him.

"For the week-end then," he said.

"So where is the key for that thing," she said, pointing to his Birdlock.

"Lucy has it."

"Do you have any idea why she put it on you?"

"She said something about my cock and my cum, and my ass belong only to her."

"I see. And she is taking a nap to get ready for her date?"

"Yes."

"What time are you supposed to get her up?"

"At five."

"I think instead that I will go wake her up a few minutes early. We need to clear a few things up first."

"It's only three thirty. What do you want me to do until then?"

She considered the ceiling for a few moments, the smiled knowingly. She stooped and opened a flap on her bag, then plucked out a bottle of lotion and tossed it to him. 

"Make sure the ladies have plenty to drink, then each of them gets a fifteen minute foot rub."

"That's a good idea," Jon said as he caught the bottle and started for the door.

"You can do their nails tonight after Lucy leaves on her date."

He turned to look at her, aware that he was frowning.

"Are you all right with her going on a date tonight?" Carol asked seriously.

"I'm a little anxious about it," he replied.

"Then you need to talk to her about it. Tell her how you feel."

"It's complicated," Jon said. "We don't communicate very well lately."

"Nothing worth having come easy Jonathon. Now get out there and get started on those foot rubs. Make me proud, Slave."

Jon shivered as he said, "Yes Maam." 

He tugged the door open and marched down the hall to start this new adventure.



Imagine There's Still Love Ch. 06



The women appeared to be in heaven as Jon finished up the last of the foot rubs. With Carol's direction, he had moved far beyond the feet too. He had discovered some tender spots on each of the women, and had balanced his massage with some erotic touches to relax them and also keep them on edge. He learned about the back of the knee, the inside of the thigh up near the pussy without touching the pussy, the nap of the neck, the forehead at the brow line, and the inside of the bicep. Carol seemed bent on teaching him to serve each of the women's physical and emotional needs rather than allow them to just have their way with him. He had not dreamed that he had so much to learn about what women wanted, and he had no idea that was what the week-end was really going to be about. She was not there every minute, but would occasionally hover nearby, telling him what to do and explaining how to do it. He was not sure what she was doing all of the time, but he was so busy with the women that he did not really care.

It was almost five when Carol asked him to join her and Lucy in the Master bedroom. He rose and followed her nervously.

"Hi baby," Lucy said as he stepped into the bedroom. "I am so, so proud of you for getting Carol to come for this. "

She was sitting in one of the bedroom lounge chairs, looking radiant. The sound of her voice and the gleam in her eyes were captivating, and his heart melted so much that he wanted to throw his arms around her and shower her with kisses.

"'I would prefer to moderate this conversation," Carol interrupted as she eased into the other chair.

Lucy nodded to her, obviously embarrassed by the rebuff. She frowned slightly, but remained quiet as she glanced from Jon to Carol and then back again.

"Kneel here in front of us," Carol commanded, staring hard at Jon.

He quickly did as he was instructed and scrambled to his knees in front of them.

"Good boy," she said quietly to him, then turned her attention to Lucy. "I'll come right to the point. What are your expectations of him this week-end?"

"I don't understand. I thought it was obvious."

"Perhaps it's obvious to you, but it is not at all clear to me. We talked in general terms about what you expected, but did you intend for those women to just have their way with him?"

Jon felt small and insignificant as he knelt there in front of them while they talked about him like he was a pet. He was also amazed to realize that his cock was straining in his plastic sleeve. Was he really that excited by all of this?

"He is my husband," Lucy replied indignantly. "That's why I put the device on him...to protect him. I also gave him instructions that his penis, orgasm, and ass belonged to me and nobody else."

"And why did you do that?"

"I told you...he's my husband...I love him...with all of my being. I don't want anything bad to ever happen to him. I want him to have the kind of sexual experience that he craves...the kind of thing I can't bring myself to do for him, but I won't risk his manhood. I think it is only fair that that is mine alone."

Carol seemed to consider this for a moment, looking hard into Jon's eyes as though she was evaluating what she would say next.

"Understandable," she finally said. "So you would prefer that he not be fucked in the ass?"

Lucy appeared as though she could not contain the giggle that escaped. 

"Not with anything very big anyway," she answered.

Carol reached into a black canvas bag that was by feet next to her chair. She pulled out a rubber dildo that looked to be about the same size as he guessed his own erection was.

"How about this?" Carol asked. "If we go slow and use lots of lubricant, I promise he will feel no ill effects afterward."

Lucy took the dildo in her hand and gripped it several times. She glanced at Jon with a faint smile then handed it back to Carol. Surely she was not going to agree to that? Should he speak up? He cleared his throat, but Carol looked hard at him and gave her head a quick but firm shake. Jon was frozen in place by the spectacular emotion that surged through him as he realized that he had no say in the matter.

"Be gentle," Lucy whispered, then giggled softly again.

Jon thought he was going to faint. He breathed deeply a few times and was able to get control of his emotions.

"Now about the cock?" Carol continued.

"I think his cock should remain mine," Lucy answered.

"And his orgasm as well? He might cum from being fucked in the ass...some men do."

"Really? I did not think of that." Lucy was deep in thought for a moment, and then seemed to come to a mental conclusion. "Try not to make him cum if you can help it."

"How about using him as a human dildo?" Carol went on.

"I don't understand."

"We treat the head of his penis with Orajel...put a condom on him...put a wad of cotton in the end of a second condom to decrease the sensation even more. Then we roll a third condom, maybe a French tickler on top of that condom. The girls can ride him like a stud horse and he will not feel very much, and there is very little chance of him having an orgasm."

Jon was transfixed as he listened to what this woman was planning for him.

"What keeps him hard," Lucy asked.

"Viagra...and nipple stimulation...and of course fingering his ass."

"You're very good," Lucy said quietly. "I'll have to talk those ideas over with Bill."

Jon's heart went to his throat. He was not expecting the swell of jealousy that took hold of him just then. He cleared his throat loudly as he leaned forward and started to stand up on his knees. Carol glared at him, causing him to sit back down, then her eyes softened a bit and she reached out and petted his cheek.

"Sssh," she said, "I'll take care of it."

"That is the next question," Carol stated as she eased back in her chair.

"What?" Lucy asked.

"Jon is quite anxious about your date tonight. I want his full attention on the tasks at hand for the rest of the week-end, so you can understand that I want to put his mind at ease as much as possible."

"What do you want to know?" Lucy asked, staring into Jon's eyes.

"Please just tell Jon why you are going on this date," Carol coached.

"Is it really any of his business?" Lucy asked, her indignance rising again. "In his journal he wrote about his cuckold fantasies, just like he wrote about all of the rest of it. I'm just trying to give him what he wants."

"Lucy," Carol replied gently, "I know this is none of my business. If you want to cheat on your husband then that is perfectly within your right under the circumstances. If you want to torture your husband by going out and fucking other men, you can do that. I think Jon is afraid of losing you, and I think he wants to share more with you, not less."

Lucy eased back in her chair. She glanced at Jon, then turned to Carol.

"He threatened to leave me if I didn't give him what he wants. I'm giving him this week-end and next week-end with all of you. I'm not planning to go out and fuck other men. That's really not that big a deal to me. And of course that's part of the problem here. Sex isn't as important to me as it is to him."

"Just reassure Jon that everything will be okay. Make sure he knows that he will be there with you if you ever decide to make his cuckold fantasies come true."

Lucy sat forward and looked Jon in the eyes.

"I love you. I have no plans to ever leave you. I have always been faithful to you, and I will make every effort to remain so. I will also try you include you in anything that might involve cuckolding in any way. Bill and I are going to dinner and dancing tonight. It has been a very long time since he has had a date. I have no plans to have any sexual relations with Bill or any other man tonight. Never ask me again. I will tell you everything you need to know."

Carol reached out and petted Jon again, then nodded and gestured toward Lucy.

"Thank You Goddess," Jon whispered.

"May I have the key now?" Carol asked.

Lucy took the gold chain from around her neck and handed to her friend.

"I'm trusting you," Lucy said to her.

"He will only be allowed out when we need to use him," Carol promised.

He spent the next hour getting her ready for another man. He bathed her and shaved her legs, and then struggled gloriously as he carefully shaved her pussy as well. 

Why would he need to shave her there if no man was going to see it? He hated to doubt her like that, but he had to admit that the tension his doubts created were wonderfully painful. 

He helped her put on the most sexy lace thong that he had ever seen, then helped her put on a perfect matching lace push up bra. He had never seen her wear anything so sexy and alluring before. The long shimmering dress she wore was unlike anything he had ever remembered her wearing. The slit up the side went almost all the way to her waste, and the plunging neckline stopped just at her bra. The five inch heels she wore were spectacular. His heart ached with jealousy to learn that the entire outfit had been picked out and paid for by Bill. She would not tell him when and where the outfit had been purchased, but she did admit that they had gone together and Bill had chosen each item himself.

Had she really promised that nothing would happen tonight? She told him she had no plans, but was that the same thing as a promise? And what were Bill's plans? He was not sure whether he was tortured more or less now than before.

He was allowed to put his panties back on before he answered the door when Lucy's date arrived to pick her up. The smile on Bill's face was classic as he stepped inside to wait, and was sparkling when Lucy appeared in the hallway. 

"I would like for you to escort me Jonsey," she said.

He hated the name Jonsey with a passion, and she knew that better than anyone. His older sister had always teased him with the name when he was young. He gritted his teeth and walked to where she was waiting.

"Now take my arm and escort me to my date for the evening," she whispered.

Jon did as he was told, taking her arm and walking her to where Bill waited.

"Now take my hand and present it to my Prince Charming...ask our bull if he will be so good as to accept your gift to him for the night."

Jon turned to stare at her, his heart pounding in his throat, and Lucinda's eyes stared back at him. Somehow he found his voice and turned to Bill.

"Bull," he stammered, "will you please accept the gift of my wife for the night?"

"Absolutely," Bill replied as he took her hand.

"Now you and your girlfriends have fun," she said as she took Bill's arm and followed him out the door.

He could not be sure that Bill did not smirk ever so slightly over his shoulder as they strolled down the walkway to the waiting limousine. There could be no doubt that Bill had gone all out on this evening. Did he really believe nothing was going to happen except dancing? Carol closed the door and turned him toward the waiting group of women.

He was not sure what all he expected that night, and he was only vaguely certain of what had happened. He had not expected to be paddled repeatedly, but he was. He had not expected to service every woman with his tongue in every way imaginable, but he did. He did not expect to be strapped to the bed and be used by two large women at one time, one on his dildo cock and one on his face, but he was. He had not expected to be sodomized by each and every one of them while they tried to milk his prostate, but there could be no doubt about that. He had not expected that his nipples and scrotum would clamped and pulled and twisted, but they were. They whored him that night until they were all so tired that they fell asleep with him in the middle of them.

What was terrifying was that he found that he loved it. The mental sub-space that his mind escaped to was incredibly satisfying. 

There was only one problem.

While the sexual part of his brain was consumed with pleasure and excitement, and overloaded with stimulation, his heart was in a sea agony.

He had listened closely for any sound of Lucy returning home, but as the night wore on it became obvious that she was not coming. As they had their way with his body, his mind was more than tormented by doubts and misgivings about what his wife had been doing all night. Before the other women woke up and he served them breakfast, he checked to see if her bed had been slept in.

The sight of her unwrinkled bed broke his heart.

No message. No word. No wife.

As the day wore on, after each of the women had their fingernails and toenails done and each of them had been bathed and messaged and pampered, it became obvious that he would need to go shopping for more food and wine. He offered to go on his own, but his harem of large women would have none of it. The skin tight outfit Lucy had provided, along with the new purple nails that Carol had insisted on, confirmed to the world what he had become. He could only hope that he did not see anyone he knew. They all climbed into Lucy's Suburban and drove to the store.

The gaggle of women tittered around him as he pushed the cart through the local Safeway, choosing items for the three remaining meals. He was aghast at some of the items they purchased for the sole purpose of being licked off of some part of someone's body. Finally he convinced them they had enough for remainder of their time together, and the bevy of heavy ladies surrounded him at the checkout line.

The checker eyed each of the women in turn, then she carefully inspected Jon's attire before beginning the arduous process of ringing each purchase up, as the ongoing monologue from his 'girlfriends' continued. They left no doubt to the world that he was theirs to do as they wished, and all he could do was smile and swipe his card at the end of it all. At least most whores did not have to pay one hundred and fifty two dollars for the chance to get fucked all week-end.

And as if the outing had not been punishment enough, there, waiting by the Suburban when they came out of the store, was Lucy, Bill, and two other men who looked to be around Bills age. The two men looked vaguely familiar, but he could not exactly place how or why.

Lucy was wearing a yellow spring dress that Jon did not recognize. The flats and the purse matched. The dress showed off her figure nicely, even to the point of extenuating her meager cleavage. It was shorter than she usually wore, and it showed her legs off even better than it showed of her figure. She looked as perfect as a new dime, and it seemed that the men hung close around to her if they had each laid claim to some fabulous and perfect prize.

"Hello Lucy," Jackie bellowed. "I see you've found an entourage of your own."

"A girl can't have too many boyfriends," she replied to the group with a laugh, then turned to meet Jon's gaze with Lucinda's eyes. 

Bill and the two other men chuckled conspiratorially, all of them eyeing Jon with expressions of mirth.

"Hello Lucy," he said, struggling to keep from asking her where in the hell she spent the night.

"I like your nails Jonsey," she said with a haunting evil grin. "I thought I would introduce you to a couple more of our neighbors. This is Oliver...he lives two houses over from Bill...his wife has Alzheimer's and he does not get out very much lately."

"Nice to meet you," Jon said, feeling compassion for the man's plight while at the same time battling back his own jealousy for the way the stranger touched his wife.

"A pleasure," Oliver replied.

The tall man reached to shake Jon's hand, making a point of placing his other hand on Lucy's shoulder. Jon took his hand and stared harshly into his eyes. The man just smiled sweetly and patted Lucy's back as he pulled his hand away.

"And this is Harold," Lucy added as she gestured to the man standing next to her other shoulder. "He lives just on the other side of the commons from Bill, and his wife died five years ago from cancer. He is left caring for her older sister who suffers from Parkinson's."

"Harold?" Jon said as he offered his hand.

"Jon?" Harold answered with a thin smile as he offered his hand in return.

"We all went to breakfast and church together this morning," Lucy added with a broad and charming smile. "Now we're all going to spend the afternoon at the museum of Flight and Science. Oliver was a thirty year pilot for United Air lines, you know...and Harold owns an electronics recycling company that created several of the exhibits. They thought this might be fun, and I couldn't resist the chance to research a museum that might be so perfect for a field trip for some of my students. I'll be home sometime after dinner tonight...they're all taking me to the Plantation. "

Jon wanted to put a stop to everything that was happening, but he did have the slightest idea of how to do that. The impetus was too overwhelming, and it did not look like Lucy wanted to stop anyway. He also did not know what to say, so he did not say anything at all. He just nodded as she stared hard into his eyes.

"Oh Lucy, "Rose gushed, breaking the spell and completely changing the subject. "Thank you so much for all of this. It has been such a wonderful week-end so far...I can't begin to thank you for such a gesture."

"Oh yes," Judith chimed in. "We are having such a perfect time with Jon. He has been everything we could ever ask for."

"He even did all of our nails," Carrie offered.

"I did not know he was so talented," Lucy replied. "I suppose I'll have to have him do mine too."

"Oh he's very good at lots of other things too," Jackie exclaimed in her cackling voice.

Lucy's smile seemed to slip just a bit just then, and the realization stunned Jon. Was she angry about this? Her expression hurt him at some deep level, just as he was himself hurt at some deep level. Did they need for this whole thing to stop right now? How was he supposed to do that? His logical mind tarried for a few moments on the problem, but all of the solutions were just too complicated to accomplish easily. Maybe it was better just to go their separate ways and hope to sort this mess all out later. 

"I'll see you tonight Honey," he said to her. "I love you."

"I love you too," she lowered her head and whispered to him, then raised her head to smile at all of her friends.

"See you tonight girls," she said with a wave, and then quickly turned her three 'boyfriends' around and marched them away.

Jon watched her leave for a moment, his heart trying to leap to his throat again.

"Let's get you home Slave," Carol said into his ear, shaking him from his confused state of mind.

"Yes Maam," he replied instinctively.

He had always prided himself of his ability to compartmentalized and prioritize conflicting issues, but his mind was now in a deep quandary. There were so many things about what was happening that totally appealed to the submissive part of his brain, but the logical component was very troubled by everything else. What it finally and ultimately came down to was what his Goddess wanted. He thought of those eyes and that determination, and he carried on with what she had told him to do.

He fixed a wonderful grilled chicken salad for his women that evening. The wine flowed, and Jon methodically bathed and messaged and oiled each and every foot and leg and back and arm and neck and ass and breast and pussy there was before him. His oral service seemed to go on forever. He could not count how many orgasms there were, but none for him. It was late, and he was spent, and all of his harem slept, when Lucy finally walked through the front door.

She came home looking so vibrant and alive that Jon could not believe it. He asked if he could be of any service to her, and she declined. He asked if he could sleep with her, but she summarily directed him back to his seraglio until the three day week-end was complete. He wandered back to them, his mind in an ocean of misgiving and despair while his sexual being was consumed with excitement. Eventually he fell asleep among the smells of lust varied passion of those five other women. 




Imagine There's Still Love Ch. 06



He dreamed of only Lucy that night, however.

His one true Goddess was up and gone to work before the temporary throng of large maidens began the final day of his service to them. They ate and drank and lounged and made use of him at their leisure. They did not seem to mind their nakedness at all toward one another, and certainly not toward Jon. Any one of them might simply call him into the room and Jon would immediately lower himself to his knees and pleasure any part of her at her direction. He had set his logical mind aside, and become a sexual tool at their combined and individual pleasure.

And as the agreed upon time for all of them to leave came, each woman packed her bag and kissed him good-bye with a promise they would return in three short days. He did not allow the logical part of his brain back to the forefront until only Carol remained.

"The Slave is now free," she said as she handed him the key to his device.

Jon nodded to her and kissed her gently on the cheek.

"Thank you," He said as he put the chain around his neck. "Will you come again on Friday morning?"

"Are you sure you want us?"

"My Goddess has planned it," he replied seriously. "Only she can cancel it."

"I will be here unless she calls...do you need any help with the laundry?"

"I think it is best if I do it by myself," he answered. "I need some time alone so the devil on one shoulder and the angel on the other can sort this out."

Carol just nodded and left him to it.

He went about washing all of the bedding and towels they had used. He opened the windows, sprinkled three boxes of soda on all of the mattresses, and then vacuumed for more than an hour to remove any remaining trace. The door was closed, the dishes washed, and all signs of the other women gone. He was sitting in his recliner, a glass of Crown Royal on ice in his hand, wondering just how his life might have changed in the past three days, when Lucy came through the front door.

She was much later than he expected. He did not say anything as she slipped into her glider across from him.

"Hello baby," she said tentatively.

"Hello Lucinda," he replied, certain there was an edge to his voice but unable or unwilling to soften it.

"Oh!"

She breathed in abruptly, dipped her head to look at the floor and nodded.

"I'm sorry about that," she whispered. "I got a little carried away, didn't I?"

Jon took a long sip of his whiskey, wincing slightly as he swallowed, but he did not answer her. What was the point? She knew she had hurt him, and nothing he said was going to change it.

"Have you eaten?" she asked.

He nodded and took another long sip of his whiskey.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

He shook his head slowly.

"Are we okay?"

He shrugged and finished his drink.

"Can we go fuck?" she asked, then giggled nervously.

Jon nodded as he pushed himself out of his chair. Lucy was on her feet in an instant, covered the space between them in three quick steps and threw her arms around him.

"I'm sorry baby," she cried into his neck. "It was just so exciting seeing you like that. I couldn't help myself."

What did that mean? She held on to him so tightly that he felt compelled to hold her tightly as well. They rocked back and forth gently until she twisted her head enough to kiss him under the ear.

"I sort of shocked myself," she said as she pulled back enough to look at him. 

"I learned some things about myself this week-end that I never knew before. I got really hot dressing up that way...and teasing you that way. I wanted to drag you back in the bedroom when Bill came to pick me up...and I wanted rip your clothes off of you in the parking lot when you looked at the boys with such jealousy in your eyes."

"That was really hard," Jon said.

"I know it was. But it really got me going. It made me so hot for you that I could hardly stand it. Does that make me awful?"

Jon held her for almost a minute as he sorted through his emotions.

"Then why didn't you come back?"

"Because you had all of the girls here. What was I supposed to do? I couldn't just show up and take you away from them. I certainly couldn't send them home. You saw how much they were all enjoying themselves? You know how much I enjoy helping others who are less fortunate...it just fills me with a warm total personal satisfaction."

"I know. I don't completely understand it, but I know that's true about you."

"But now I've discovered some other things about myself too...some things that are even more compelling...in a sexual way."

"Really?"

"Yes. I love to help others, but now I find that I get off on being exposed...and I really get off on teasing your jealousy."

"Really?" Jon pushed her to arms length. "You just discovered that?"

"I think I always suspected it, but I was always afraid of it. Now I'm not afraid anymore...well maybe I'm still afraid and that's part of the excitement...anyway, I just love the way it makes me feel. It makes me so excited right now that I want to drag you into the bedroom and fuck your brains out."

How was he supposed to argue with that? Lucy's breathing was so raspy that Jon thought she might pass out. With his arm around her he pointed her towards the Master bedroom.

"You'll have to unlock me," he said as he opened the door.

She took the key from him and knelt in front of him, opened the lock, and quickly removed the plastic sleeve. Her clothes were in rumpled trail to the bed, and Jon did not even have a chance for any foreplay. She was so ready for him that his cock slipped deep into her in one thrust. She did not even need lubricant.

The long week-end should have made it impossible for him to hold back his orgasm, but somehow the long hours in his device had managed to distance him mentally from release. She was panting and thrusting like a steam engine while he serviced her. He pounded her through three orgasms before he slowly built to and exploded with his first. They cuddled and held each other for about ten minutes before Lucy began to eased herself down to suck on his flaccid cock. He was not nearly as hard as the first time, but there was enough for Lucy to ride him cowgirl three more times. 

They were both spent, cuddling in the warmth of their physical exhaustion. It had been years since the sex had been like this, if it ever really had been. This was all he ever wanted from her. This was perfect.

"Maybe we better cancel the girls for next week-end," Jon offered sleepily.

"My friends need you," she answered in her own sleepy voice. "And besides...my new boyfriends and I have plans to make you really jealous next week-end. I'm really looking forward to that."



Imagine There's Still Love Ch. 07



Jon was up extra early the next morning, showered and shaved and sleeved in his device. He presented himself to his Goddess and she secured the lock once more. He was on his way to work even earlier than usual, sure that he would discover that even though he was only planning on working a three day week, that there would still be at least five days of work to be done. Angela kept him organized and on task all day, and it was very late when he straggled home. Lucy had dinner waiting, and was busy working on an IEP for one of her many students. They ate and visited about nothing, and Jon turned in as soon as he got out of the shower. He heard the phone ring just as he was falling asleep, kept his eyes open only long enough to be sure it was not some emergency for him, then allowed himself to drift away.

Lucy awoke and propped herself up in bed as Jon dressed early the next morning.

"Hi there Goddess," he said gently.

"Hi yourself," she answered. " Can you be home for dinner at seven tonight? "

"I can try...what's up?"

"Carol invited herself over. She said it was very important. I think she misses her new slave."

"I don't know Lucy," he replied tentatively. "I've got a lot of work to do, and I was so tired last night I couldn't keep my eyes open. It's going to be hard enough to make time for this week-end as it is without whatever else she might have in mind. "

"She just wants to eat with us and talk, Baby. She promised that she does not have any expectations other than a social call and a very important conversation. You have to remember that you are her first real submissive...and if she's anything like me, then she's probably having withdrawal pains from not seeing you. You can be rather addictive."

"I don't know about that," Jon said and gave her an embarrassed smile.

"Oh but I do...and I'm sure Carol does too...now please make every effort to be home by seven...six thirty if possible."

"I will do my best."

The distribution center conference call ran long in the morning, which in turn caused the international logistics video conference to run late as well. He missed lunch completely, had to skip his daily workout, was still not able to get away from the weekly MRP strategy meeting until after four, and could not leave work until almost seven. Lucy was going to angry at him, and now Carol was going to disappointed in him too.

It was surreal going home to those two women at the same time, wondering what was in store for him. It was almost impossible to imagine both of them at the same time, in fact. Only a week ago he hardly knew Carol, and now she commanded a place in his soul that sometimes rivaled even Lucy. He was a nervous wreck by the time he walked into the house.

The vision when he saw both of them was awe inspiring, and the haze of subspace folded around his mind like a crystal fog. They were relaxing in the family room, each with crossed legs and a glass of wine. They both smiled at him with the joy of heart felt welcoming that gripped his heart. Carol was dressed all in skin tight dark leather, with lace up boots to her knees that had at least five inch spiked heels, and a tight corset that created a gorgeous swell at her breasts. Lucy was dressed in a tight black lace gown with a plunging neckline that reached nearly to her navel. One black high heel slipper hung provocatively from the toes of one bouncing cross-leg foot.

"Hello Slave," they said together.

"My God you two are lovely," he exclaimed. "I am so sorry I am late."

"Come kneel for us," Carol said as she pointed to the floor between them.

Jon's heart leaped into his throat. He set his briefcase down and scurried to a place between them, then took the position Carol had taught him.

"I'm sorry I am not naked," he whispered to the floor.

"Look at me," Carol commanded.

Jon looked instantly into her eyes, and a warmth of belonging and swell of pleasure swept through him.

"It's okay," she whispered as she reached forward and stroked his cheek with the back of two of her fingertips. "I want you to relax. Tonight is just dinner...a chance for us to discuss your service to us...and how you will serve us both."

"Yes Maam," he said, and the sensation of wellbeing from such belonging consumed him.

"As to that," she said as she eased back in her chair. "Your Goddess and I have decided that I shall be Mistress from now on. At all times, and in all situations, whenever you see me...I shall be Mistress. Do you understand? "

Jon glanced at his wife, searching her thin smile for a confirmation. She blinked once slowly and gave her head an imperceptible nod of consent. He turned back to Carol.

"Yes Mistress," he answered he answered anxiously.

"Good boy," she purred. "We know that this will present some embarrassing and difficult situations for you...and that of course is to our choosing and pleasure."

"Yes Mistress."

Of course it had not escaped him that any number of situations might arise where he would be too embarrassed to call her Mistress, but he could see how Lucy would enjoy that. He felt his face flush as he considered how hard that might be sometimes, but very interestingly it also gave him rather a compelling thrill deep inside. He had always loved the excitement of the difficult and frightening experiences of life.

"You will call me Goddess only when I call you slave," Lucy said.

"Yes Goddess," he said, turning to meet his wife's gaze.

"You have started his training well," Lucy said to Carol.

"We have only just started...but the slave is willing," she replied with a soft chuckle.

"Now slave," Lucy said suddenly. "Shower and shave and prepare yourself...then present yourself for dinner...dressed and sitting at the table with us."

"Yes Goddess," he said.

He struggled with himself, almost jumping to his feet in nervous and anxious anticipation. But he was able to check himself. Somehow he was able to keep himself in place, waiting to be told to rise."

"Oh Good boy," Carol whispered and reached to stroke his cheek again. "You may go."

Jon rose, retrieved his briefcase, and went to shower. When he came out of the bathroom he found a pair of shiny black satin pajamas lying on the bed, a pair of matching slippers and a smoking jacket like Hugh Hefner had always worn. He smiled at the image he saw in the mirror after he dressed. If only he smoked a pipe. They probably would not allow that, however.

The women, his women, the women who owned him, were waiting for him in the dining room. Lucy served salad, then pea soup, then chicken cordon bleu, then vanilla ice cream with blackberry jam. They talked about nursing, since Carol was the school RN. They talked about special education and international logistics for obvious reasons. They talked about on-line scrabble and backgammon, and the Face book craze. It was such a calm and uneventful evening that Jon almost forgot the true nature of who each of them were and why they were all together. As they finished an after dinner wine, Carol reminded them.

"I have something different I would like to do this week-end," she began in her Mistress voice.

Suddenly Jon was attentive to her, his submissive mind too timid to answer but bold enough to nod to her.

"Your Goddess and I are going to share you from now on. That much I'm sure is obvious. We will, in turn, share you with the four other ladies on occasion. Each of them will be allowed to enjoy your service for a time this week-end. I am not as willing to share you with them to the extent that your Goddess is because they all lack discipline, but she and I have come to a satisfactory agreement. We will also host events on occasion where you, and perhaps other submissives, will serve and be available for entertainment. We will give you plenty of advance warning so you have time to adjust your schedule to allow you to properly serve one or both of us. This is your opportunity to decline this chance to serve us."

Jon was caught completely unprepared. He was listening and nodding, and trying to imagine a reality which matched her words and description, but he had not been thinking about his part of the commitment. Both women were frowning at him as they waited for his response.

"I'm sorry, Mistress," he said. "I'm not sure I understand."

"We will have a document prepared that each of us will sign which will detail all of your obligations to us and all of our obligations to you, but before we go any further, we want to make sure that this is what you want. This is your chance to back out and put a stop to all of our preparations."

"But Lucy...er...Goddess and I have a safe phrase," Jon stammered. "I thought that was my chance to stop it?"

"It is," she replied. "That phrase is satisfactory with me as well. If you use it with her then your relationship returns to normal. Using that phrase with me will do the same thing...it will end all activity between us immediately. We will stop...I will leave...and we will act as if this never happened. What I am asking you now, however, is different. I want to know if you really want to be my slave, if you are really committed to this. I did not expect to feel about you the way I do. I want this very much. I want to know that you want this as much as I do. Your Goddess and I are committed to this...and now we want to know if you are committed to both of us as well."

He was in a quandary as he considered her question. The two of them agreed to this, and he could not think of any reason it would not work. He loved the way their dominance made him feel, and they each supplied a part of the relationship that the other did not. They complimented each other. That was it. They complimented each other, and in turn they complimented him. How could he say no to this? He was a little afraid, but he knew that it was conquering the fear that was so exciting and satisfying.

"I am," he answered, his gaze dancing from one woman's smile to the other and back again

"Good boy," Carol said. "Now the next thing I would like to discuss is the formal collaring ceremony. Do you agree to that as well?"

Lucy looked confused, more than puzzled, but Jon knew exactly what Carol was saying. He had never dreamed that he would ever be collared. He had never imagined that he would ever let anyone but Lucy do it, and he knew that she never would. Now he was really in turmoil about what Carol was asking. Did Lucy understand what that meant? Could he say yes to Carol without Lucy completely understanding the significance?

Carol seemed to know instinctively that Lucy did not understand. She smiled and nodded to Jon, as if to say that his answer could wait for an explanation.

"All pets wear the collar of their owner," she explained, looking over at Lucy. "I propose that this pet will wear a collar which says he belongs to both of us. His collar will have two hasps on it...and two leashes for the ceremony."

"Why can't we do that now?" Lucy asked.

"I know you do not understand the significance of the ritual. It's not a casual thing Lucy. At least not for me. And I am quite sure it will be anything but casual for Jon. It will be important, perhaps life altering emotionally."

Carol looked expectantly at him and Jon shivered. She saw his reaction and smiled.

"This will be a very emotional experience for him and I want it to be a very emotional experience for me. The collaring is usually done in a celebration in front of everyone who is close to the dominant and the submissive. The other girls will be there, of course, because they have such a vested interest in this relationship. I have some other friends I would like to invite...my sisters...my mother...perhaps both of my parents."

Jon gulped and Lucy's eyes became wide. Was she beginning to understand? Would she ever understand? This was mostly in his head. Almost his entire sexuality was in his head. Lucy reacted to her hormones whenever they happened to happen to her, and her reaction was almost completely physical, but Jon thought and dreamed and fantasized his complete sexual emotions in his mind first and then his body. And what Carol was suggesting was going to be so over the top mentally that he was not sure if his old heart was going to be able to take it.

"Who are your special people, Jon?" Carol suddenly asked.

He drew a blank. He felt so alone in that moment that he might as well be the sole survivor of a world Holocaust. He did not have a single friend in the world who would understand this about him. Not a soul who he would, or could, invite. He shook his head sadly, and she just stared at him. She looked away, then back at him again, as if to be sure.

"What about Quintin, or Cecil, or Thomas?" Lucy asked.

They played golf together. They went to football games together. They went to the Rose Bowl the last time the Huskies made it to Pasadena. They went camping and fishing a few times. Not a single one of them would understand any part of this. He had to hide this from the world. He shook his head solemnly.

"Really?" she asked. "Are you really that ashamed of this?"

A tear trickled down his cheek.

"It's okay," Carol whispered, and then turned to Lucy. "And you Lucy?

"Bull...Oliver...and Harold," she quickly replied.

Jon breathed in deeply as the emotions of jealousy and panic coursed through him. Did she have any idea how mortifying their presence was going to be for him? He closed his eyes for a moment, struggling to control his breathing.

"Are you okay baby?" Lucy cooed, sounding very much like Lucinda.

When he looked up at Carol, the mental images of stepping off of the yellow brick road flitted through his mind. The fact that Lucy would invite those men, complete strangers, her new boyfriends, was terrifying to him. He had somehow temporarily forgotten about that part of this new dynamic with Lucy. He had forgotten about the anguish he felt toward those interlopers into his life. He had somehow forgotten that Bill was her confident and teacher about this lifestyle. He was thinking about Carol as the expert in all of this and he had managed to ignore his memory of 'Bull'. Now she wanted to make it even worse by inviting those other men too, to add even more coals of mental torture and humiliation. He was shaking his head, tears streaming down his face as he looked into Mistress's eyes. He breathed deeply several times, fighting with himself to keep from standing up and putting a stop to the whole damned thing.

"Oh God that makes me so hot for you," Lucy exclaimed suddenly. "The look of pain and jealousy in your eyes is just exquisite. I could just rip those pajamas off of you and fuck you right now. Of course I'd have to take your little plastic pussy off first, but damn I want you so bad right now."

Carol laughed out loud at her sudden outburst, and then allowed a controlled smile at Jon when she saw his confused and surprised expression. She seemed at odds with herself about whether to have compassion for her slave or share the passion of her friend's response. Jon's stomach was beginning to ache and a pain was beginning to center between his eyes. He loved Lucy's new found sexuality, but the way she got there was almost more painful emotionally than he could bear sometimes. What was most alarming, however, was that he had a deep sense of pleasure from the whole experience too. How was it possible to have the pain and the pleasure almost simultaneously? Was it possible that he was somehow masochistic at a very deep level? He hated the spankings, but loved the way they made his heart feel. He hated the very idea of Lucy having boyfriends but loved the pleasure of the release of the sexual creature that she could be. He resented almost every command that Carol gave him, but idolized the place she had taken in his soul. What the hell was wrong with him?

"I know you weren't planning on it, but do you want to have some fun Carol?" Lucy asked out loud. "You could take his mouth and I could take his cock."

"It's tempting," Carol replied. "But we promised our slave an early night. I want him rested for my time with him."

Jon tossed her a frightened look. He was really struggling, and she could sense that.

"This is your chance to refuse our offer to be collared," Carol said.

Jon was a heartbeat away from refusing. He was a breath away from saying no to the whole ordeal. But that was before he quickly scanned the expression of each woman. What he saw in their faces took hold of him at his core, and began to turn him around inside. They were waiting anxiously for him to say yes. They were hoping he would say yes. Their pleasure was dependent on him saying yes.

Them. Not him, but them. A tendril of submission tugged at his heart and soul.

This question and decision was not supposed to be about what the submissive wanted. It was not supposed to be about him at all. It was supposed to be about what they wanted.

"What do you want Mistress?" he heard himself ask Carol.

"I want this very, very much, my beautiful slave" she answered, looking deep into his eyes.

He felt such a bond and connection to her that he thought he might faint, but he got control of himself again.

"What do you want Goddess?" he heard himself ask as he turned to look into his wife's eyes.

"I want this too, my beautiful husband," she whispered. "So much that I cannot explain it to you."

"Then I am going to trust both of you," he finally replied. "Invite whoever you want."

He looked Lucy in the eyes firmly.

"It will be very hard for me for you to have Bill here, but this is not about me. And if having your new boyfriends here is important to you then I will endure that too...for you. This is about what you want from me, and I will give this to you."

"Thank You Slave," she said.

He turned to face Carol, preparing to explain to her that he would feel odd having her family attend his collaring, but in the instant their eyes met he felt a connection to her that shook him deeply. He was going to ask her to come alone, but the desire washed away within him. It was as though the pain of his wife's desire to bring other men into their relationship had created a crack that Carol's dominance might somehow heal. 

There was a new bond between them unlike anything he had ever felt with anyone, perhaps even his wife. Now especially more than his wife. He would do anything for his Mistress. He would give anything to her, more than he would give for his Goddess. He felt like a ghost watching himself from inside himself.

"And you may ask whoever you like," he heard his voice say.

"Thank You Slave," Carol replied, a quizzical smile on her face.

Did she realize what he had felt? Did she understand what he thought had just happened between them? Was it crazy to imagine there was love between them when there was really only dominance and submission? And did Lucy have any idea what was going on his head just then?

"Can we do Saturday night instead?" he asked. "And I'd like to play golf with my friends on Sunday."

So it was agreed, and so plans were made for the ceremony to be held in their large living room at eight o'clock on Saturday night. Carol and the four women would come to spend Thursday and Friday nights with them. The entire day Saturday would be spent preparing for the big event, and Sunday Jon would spend the day golfing with the guys.

Lucy unlocked him and took him that night with all of the passion he had learned to expect from her after she experienced the thrill from his jealousy and humiliation. The vigor and prurience of their coupling was amazing, the throes of her orgasms more powerful than several nights before, and that drove him to perform beyond his own natural capability. The doubts he had about the other men in her life, combined with his illicit thoughts of love for Carol, created a mental cusp in Jon's mind that allowed him to last through three of her climaxes before he felt the swell and explosion within her. He knew that she was completely satisfied and spent.




Imagine There's Still Love Ch. 07



They cuddled until she slept, leaving Jon to lie awake and listen to her breathing. And as he spooned to her back, he was left wondering what was happening to them. There were so many parts of their new sex life that were beyond what he had dreamed about. There was so much pleasure to be had, so much satisfaction to be experienced, but there were also things to be afraid of. The other men she used to make him jealous? The humiliation? The exhibitionism? His passion for another woman? It was exciting to be sure, but he was afraid of it too.

Work on Thursday started early and was a fervent sprint to the finish. There were only about two hundred times during the day when he seriously considered canceling his Friday off, but each time Angela was able to talk him down and assure him that they could manage without him. She found time to contact each of his golf buddies and arrange a 10:30AM tee time for Sunday morning at the country club, and then badgered him into leaving work by six.

When Jon got home that evening, all of the women were waiting for him. All of the women but Lucy, that is.

"Hello Slave," Carol said immediately as he entered the house.

"Hello Mistress," he quickly answered as he looked nervously around for his wife.

"There is a note from your Goddess on the kitchen counter," she said with a gesture of her hand, "but the ladies would each like to welcome you first."

This was interesting. He nodded, set his briefcase down, and stepped forward. Rose kissed him deeply and removed his coat. Judith almost inhaled his mouth and removed his tie. It became obvious what the welcoming entailed. After each of the women had a number of opportunities to remove an article of his clothing and assault him in some way, and Jon stood naked in the living room except for the device on his straining penis, Carol motioned to the kitchen.

Jon stepped in through the swinging doors and picked up the note. His heart sunk just a bit as he began to read it.

Hi Baby,

I have 'girlfriend duty' with one of the boys in the neighborhood

tonight, and probably tomorrow night as well. Since I have school 

tomorrow, I plan on being home at a reasonable hour unless other 

needs a-RISE! (if you know what I mean?) Carol will explain

your schedule for the next two days. I so love that my friends can 

enjoy you, but I find it difficult to observe some of your service to 

them, and I think they have more fun if I am not around. I do not 

enjoy the jealousy the way you do, so you may not see much of me 

until the collaring. I love you very much. Make me proud giving 

yourself to my friends.

Love G!

He had been afraid she would not be there again while the women had their way with him. It was thrilling to have this commanding harem take charge of him the way they did, but a lot of the enjoyment was lost in the knowledge that Lucy was not a part of his play and that he was not a part of hers. The most important part of the whole idea of the sexual experiences with others needed to be that he and Lucy shared it with each other. That part of the dynamic was not going the way he wanted.

Well, that was not true. The sex he and Lucy had shared lately was beyond his wildest dreams. He could not ask for more than that, could he? He had to admit that he really enjoyed the outcome. The problem was how hard it was for him to get there. What he really had to make her understand was that although she enjoyed seeing his jealousy, he did not really enjoy it at all. It ripped him apart inside to imagine what might be going on with whatever 'girlfriend duty' might mean. He stood looking at the note, fighting the pain, wondering one more time about the yellow brick road he was on, or if the visions of Oz that he had been experiencing were worth staying the course.

"Are you ready Slave?" Carol asked in her Mistress voice as she stepped up beside him.

He crumpled the note up in his fist and tossed it across the room, nodded gently at the floor as he turned to her.

"Yes Mistress," he whispered.

"What's the matter Jon?" Carol asked, her voice suddenly soft and caring.

The sound of her voice, and the sudden softness of her expression, brought about the same sense of fondness he had experienced the night before. He tried to guard his heart against the feelings for Carol that were building inside of him, but it was a very real challenge for him. His mind was in turmoil once more, a whole new problem. It could not be love he felt for her. Could it? He loved only Lucy. He was sure if it. What he was feeling had to be something else. It had to be the complicated mental aspects of the dominant and submissive nature of their relationship that was confusing him. That had to be it.

"I'm just confused, Mistress," he said.

"Thinking about your Goddess...or are you thinking about yourself?" she asked.

Her words struck him like a slap across the face, cascading his thoughts in a whole new quandary. What was he feeling, and who was he thinking about? She was right. This was not supposed to be about him. This was supposed to be about...who? It was supposed to be about the one he was serving. He was confused about a lot of things, but not about that. He might decide to step off the path at some point, but if he was going to keep walking then he was going to do the job right.

"Thinking about you, Mistress," he said as he turned to her.

She smiled and caressed his face.

"That's nice. I know that some of this is very hard for you, isn't it Slave?"

"Yes it is," he replied.

"Does anything worth having or doing come easy? Shouldn't great pleasure require some kind of sacrifice...maybe even a great sacrifice?"

It was like a light going on his head. He felt inspired suddenly, and perhaps more than a little foolish that he needed to be reminded of such a simple truth. He also felt as though he understood her better, and it felt nice to have some part of him belong to her. It was good to completely belong where he was at that moment, doing what he was doing, and with whom. Jon quickly kissed her on the cheek.

"You're right. Thanks Carol," he said. "I needed that."

"You're welcome Jon. Any time you need to talk...the nurse is always in for you. And...I have a surprise."

Carol held the small key up on a gold chain around her neck.

"Your Mistress and Goddess have decided that you will be released for the entire week-end. You are free to have as many orgasms as you like...well...as many as you can anyway. You are not allowed to masturbate of course, and the girls have all agreed to make every effort to not let you cum if they can help it, but I do know that accidents can and do happen on occasion when a healthy man like you is being ass-fucked or having his cock sucked on. The Orajel and three rubbers with cotton will be applied before any and all penetration, of course. I'm sure there will be a great deal of oral service, if you know what I mean?"

There was a moment of other body awareness for Jon, like he was two people inside of himself at the same time. It was funny, and also so arousing, to be talking about the freedom and control of his sex like this with Carol as though they were planning a week-end vacation with each other.

"I know what you mean," he answered with a chuckle.

"Good. Now let's get your plastic sleeve off of you...your plastic pussy, as Lucy likes to call it."

Jon felt his face flush as she grabbed hold of his device with one hand and took the gold chain from her neck with the other. He was not sure if he felt the embarrassment more from being handled that way or from the vulgar words that were used to describe the device he was forced to wear. She seemed quite capable as she quickly dispatched the tube and retainer, and there was an immediate reaction as his erection started to stand out proudly.

"That was quick," Carol chuckled.

"I've always been pretty quick that way," Jon replied.

"So I've been told. That's the main reason Lucy makes you wear it, you know? She says you have a really hard time keeping your hands off.

"That's true."

"Well, the girls and I will make every effort to help you with that this week-end. Now why don't you follow mw into the living room?"

Jon followed obediently behind her, then blushed again when the other ladies cheered loudly as he and Carol joined them.

"So here is how the week-end will go," Carol explained in a loud voice to get everyone's attention. "For the rest of the night...until midnight that is...we will share Jon...like one of those group dates from the Bachelor only in reverse."

All of the ladies laughed and cheered again until Carol raised her hand, holding up a deck of cards. Slowly they quieted down again.

"We're going to draw cards for some personal time with Jon tonight. High card gets ten minutes with him, then he returns for five minutes with the group. If you want to take him in the bedroom you can, but you have to have him back within the ten minutes. Agreed?"

The ladies nodded and shrugged agreement and chattered amongst themselves.

"What if one of us gets lucky all the time?" Jackie asked.

"The winner each time is excluded from the next draw." Carol answered.

The ladies seemed to nod in agreement again. 

"So from now until midnight we will share him like this...we rotate with him ten minutes at a time. If you win you can share him if you want, but after ten minutes he will be brought back to the group.

She waited until the gaggle quieted down again.

"At Midnight we will have a final drawing. The lady to draw the high card gets him from midnight until six AM, with the understanding that he gets to sleep for three of those hours during that time. You get to sleep with him of course. The second high card gets him from six until noon, with the same understanding that he gets to sleep for three hours. The next lady gets from noon until six tomorrow, and the last lady gets him from six until midnight. Now you are free to stay for the whole time, or leave and come back for your time slot...it's up to you. Any questions?"

"What do you get?" asked Rose.

"I get him from Midnight tomorrow until time for his collaring on Saturday."

"Why do you get him for so long?"

"Because I am the Mistress," she replied confidently.

They chattered again, but they all agreed to the plan. 

If the arrangement seemed to satisfy all of them, it was infinitely better for Jon. It seemed far easier than what he had endured the previous week-end. He was getting more and more into the kind of sub-space mentally that his service to them required, and it sounded like he was going to be promised more sleep than he got last time as well. He was certain that he knew what each woman specifically was going to want from him, and he stilled his mind on those tasks for ten minutes at a time for the next five hours. There were more questions about the six hour stints with each of them, and he could not organize his mind around that until he saw who got what time slot.

Certainly it was going to be a busy next two days, but he was beginning to forget everything else but his service and get his mind around what he must do. 

There was one huge elephant in the room, however. Carol got him last. She got him for more than eighteen hours straight. She was the one who had all of the experience, and he had already learned that she could have some very cruel kinks to her dominance. A part of him loved her, but a part of him was more afraid of her than all of the others combined.

Carrie drew a queen first, and quickly and silently took Jon by the hand and led him into the extra bedroom. He expected her to want to visit a little bit, but she quickly grabbed his face and kissed him long and hard for almost thirty seconds. When she abruptly pulled away and bent to push her panties to the floor he just stared silently at her. Spinning around and pulling her dress up, she leaned against the side of the bed.

"I know we have been friends for a long time Jon," she exclaimed, "but right now I really need ten minutes of your tongue on my cunt and ass."

Jon lowered himself to his knees, reaching his arms around the thick legs of one of his wife's oldest friends as he stuck out his tongue and pulled himself into the crevice between the cheeks of her ass. 

Perhaps it was going to be a much longer night than he had expected.