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Boss From Hell

By: Wifetheif



I never intended to live in this town for so long. Waterford is a company town. Everybody relies on the mill for their livelihood whether they work in it or not. My dad came here to work the mill but I had always planned on getting out. But in the summer after I graduated I got Tammy pregnant. Tammy would not even consider an abortion so I had no choice but to enter the mill like my dad. It worked out for the best we now have two kids and Tammy looks just as fine as she did in high school. Seriously its like she never ages. Pushing thirty she looks ten years younger. Trim figure, great tits, long lovely legs, lovely blonde hair, huge green eyes, she is the complete package.

Winning Tammy was my most amazing achievement and it made me the worst enemy imaginable. Brandon Ferris inherited the mill from his dad. He is my age and a real asshole. He wanted Tammy big time in high school but she wanted nothing to do with him despite the fancy cars he drove and the expensive gifts he showered her with. Tammy only had eyes for me and I only had eyes for her. Ferris still lusts after my wife. A big part of it was the fact that she was the only woman in this town who ever turned him down. Even today he is a huge playboy. He has something like four ex-wives but he feels no financial pain from so much alimony because of the money the mill brings in

Even though I work in the mill, I don't work directly for Brandon Ferris so that has insulated me from his vitriol over the years. He hates the fact that I won Tammy. Even now when their paths cross Ferris tells my wife how much better she could make her life if only she would dump me and move into his huge house. Tammy says that these days Brandon just makes her flesh crawl. It's not because he looks like a creep. He's a very handsome guy. Rumor has it that he is sleeping with a lot of the wives in town but everyone knows that the one he really wants is Tammy, the one that got away.

The mill has been reasonably good to Tammy and me. We have a small house, a couple of cars and meet all our expenses with a little to spare most months. The mill gives good benefits but I still feel stifled in this small town. I wanted to go to college and be an engineer. Running a punch press all day is hardly the same thing. All in all things were going fine until I got a great job offer from my uncle. The job would pay more and would be at a resort area in South Carolina. It would be a wonderful place to raise the kids and would give us all a better outlook on life. My uncle had a place at his concession stand on the pier. He made enough money in four months to not have to work the rest of the year. I could not believe the numbers he was earning. But after a stroke, Uncle Bob wanted to show me the ropes for a season or two and then retire. He wanted me to take over because he knew I was a good worker and because I was his favorite nephew. Tammy and the kids loved Uncle Bob's place and the offer seemed heaven sent.

Although we tried to keep uncle bob's proposal a secret, things just leak out in a small town. Brandon Ferris had a stranglehold on the local economy and he was not about to let Tammy slip through his grasp. The roadblocks began immediately. Not a single Realtor would handle the sale of our house. My work hours were inexplicably reduced despite the mill churning twenty four hours with overtime. Unless we sold our house we could not move on. Uncle Bob was doing well but he would not simply give the business to us. We had to buy a stake to prove that we were serious and to appease Uncle Bob's bank. We discovered that even when we offered the place for rock bottom prices, no one was interested in purchasing our house. NO ONE in Waterford dares to cross Brandon Ferris if they want any kind of job. My asshole of a boss had us over a barrel all the while he was shrinking and dissembling the barrel.

The next Friday a package came to the house. Inside was a DVD and a sheet of paper that said "play me." With trepidation we slipped the disc into our player. There, wearing his usual shit eating grin was Brandon Ferris. It was obviously taken in one of the rooms of his house. The furniture was beautiful and expensive. There was a Picasso on the wall behind him. He began to speak, "Greetings Randy and his oh so lovely wife Tammy. It has come to my attention that the two or you are planning an escape from Waterford. I am prepared to purchase your house for top dollar to assist you in the process. HOWEVER, I have certain conditions. I'm not bragging I'm simply stating a fact. Nothing happens in this town without my say so. If I desire I can throw up roadblock after roadblock to keep the two of you in town. Randy does NOT have to stay employed by my company and I CAN apply pressure to Tammy's firm to the point where they lay her off. The two of you could be jobless if I choose, but it need not be that way. I will run my proposal by you tomorrow at your house at six O'clock sharp. I will present you with my deal. You will have two choices; acceptance or poverty, joblessness, and homelessness. Good day."

As the picture faded out I had a very queasy feeling in my stomach. Instinctively I knew that Brandon's proposal would involve Tammy. She thought so to.

"You KNOW what he wants don't you Tammy?"

"Unfortunately, I think I do" she replied.

"You won't seriously consider sleeping with him?"

Tammy faced me, her eyes tearing. "I don't want to honey, but this is bigger than the two of us. The kids deserve the good life we can provide them working for your uncle Bob. Hell, WE deserve the life Bob has to offer us. We can't have that life so long as we can't sell this house."

"But Brandon.."

"Makes my skin crawl. But there is nothing I can give to him that I haven't already given to you. He can never have my heart." Tammy got a wistful look on her face and said "We cannot afford to lose this opportunity."

I got angry at Tammy but she remained unflappable. We talked for a long time and at last I calmed down. In the end, I had to see it Tammy's way. An impossibly wonderful future was about to open for us. We could shake the dust of this town from our shoes and no one in South Carolina would ever have to know that Tammy had been unfaithful to me. I was resolved to it but very unhappy as I went to bed. Tammy tried to make me feel better by giving me one of her best blow jobs ever. It helped somewhat until the vision of my wife sucking off Brandon came to mind unbidden. Still I resolved to be supportive of Tammy's decision. 

After an agitated day on Saturday we sent the kids over to a neighbor's house. Tammy changed into a very demur outfit and we waited on the couch, holding hands and kissing. Brandon was on time, like always, arriving in one of his more impressive sports cars. His shit eating grin was as wide as it was infuriating. I was on my feet when I heard the car pull into our block and I opened the door as soon as he set foot on the porch. He was dressed like a male model and carried a brief case.

"Hello Randall. How are you and the Missus?"

It took all my self-control to not punch him in the face. He strode into my house like he owned the place and parked himself in the chair opposite the sofa where Tammy still sat. He eyed my wife hungrily, obviously undressing her with his eyes; like every other time he caught sight of her.

"Hello, Tammy you're looking lovely as always." Then he turned to face me and said, "Grab a seat Randy. We need to talk."

I donned a protective posture and sat next to Tammy on the couch. Palpable tension filled the room. Brandon began to speak,

"Let's just cut the formalities. We all know why I am here and what I want. But first," he took something out of his breast pocket. "This cashier's check is for a few thousand dollars over market value of your home. It is a price you won't get from anyone else. In fact you will not get another offer of any kind on your house. Sometimes it is nice to have a ready supply of cash. This check is going to be placed in the bank in a safety deposit box for which this is the key. If Tammy provides the services I expect of her she will get the key. IF she proves unsatisfactory I keep the key and you two will lose everything,"

Unable to stand the tension Tammy almost shouted, "What do you want from me Brandon?"

"Ah leave it to the wife to get to the nub of the conversation. Tammy I have desired you ever since you were sixteen years old. You rebuffed my every offer, refused my gifts and settled for marrying a loser. Whereas, once upon a time, I would have been happy just to have spent a quiet weekend with you at a bed and breakfast, screwing your brains out, time and repeated rejection have changed me. What I once wanted has been replaced with a desire to humiliate and dominate. I want to make you feel some of the humiliation you have put me through over the years by constantly refusing my offers of kindness and intimacy. In short, I have no desire for you as anything more than a completely compliant and submissive plaything."

"Here is my offer," said Brandon. "Tammy leaves here tonight as my slave. She will do anything and everything that I ask of her. The word "no" shall never cross her lips. She will wear my collar and NOTHING else if I so desire. If she is disobedient she shall wear my brand as well. I get Tammy as my slave for thirty one days. At the stroke of midnight of the thirty first day, if she has been a completely obedient, willing, eager to please and constantly smiling slave. I will give her the key to the bank box. Those are my terms and they are non-negotiable. I'll give the two of you fifteen minutes to have a heart to heart conversation." 

"Before you step out Brandon," Tammy asked, "How do we know that you won't use me as you see fit and then refuse to give us the key no matter how cooperative I am for you?"

Brandon looked a bit hurt and replied. "Tammy, in all the years you have known me have I been the kind of man who reneged on his deals and didn't deliver on his promises? I've never missed an alimony payment. I've never missed a payroll at the mill. With the union I have always been a fair negotiator. You've lived in this town your entire life so you know that. When have I ever fallen down in a promise? My ex-wives didn't leave me because I'm a promise breaking cad, but because I was too stupid to recognize that each one was a gold digger. Having a weakness for the wrong kind of female is a fault many men have. However, I need some carrot to hold over your head so that you don't lie there like an inert rubber woman. So long as you are enthusiastic and obedient I will give you the key. We both need to give a bit, I will tolerate some misbehavior on your part until you learn your role and you will purge yourself of all whining, moping and complaining. If you do that I will have built up a life time of memories of you from having you every way I ever wanted you. Your leaving town after that will scarcely matter."

With that Brandon stepped into the kitchen while Tammy and I talked. I hated every part of the proposal. Tammy however felt certain that she could wrap Brandon about her little finger.

"I'm his fantasy woman. So long as I act like I'm enjoying him and his companionship he will be in thrall to me."

I was not so sure. "He seems to be antagonistic towards you now. I don't think he will be as easy to handle as you think. Besides didn't you say that he made your skin crawl?"

"He does, but you remember me in "Bye Bye Birdie" in high school? I'm quite the actress when I need to be. I'm not crazy about living with him for a month but I don't think he will ask for anything that strange. What's the worst he'll ask for anal? Believe me get me alone with Brandon and I will turn him into putty." said my wife assuredly.

With an amazing future calling to us and the only hope we ever had of reaching it coming through my bastard of a boss, I allowed my objections to vanish in the face of my wife's overwhelming confidence.

Still thinking it might turn out to be a huge mistake I agreed to let my wife prostitute herself. We sealed the deal with a kiss just before Brandon reentered the room.

"Have you made you your minds?" he asked us.

"Before I give you my answer," said Tammy "I want to know what I am supposed to do about my job. I assume you will want me twenty four seven. That is not possible with me working in the office."

"Tammy you were always so perceptive. Your employer survives almost entirely on business from my mill. If I call them up on Monday and explain to them that you are working on a project for me and that if they wanted to continue to do business with me they should give you a month off with pay, believe me they WILL give you the month off with pay. Now what is your decision?" 

Tammy gazed pointedly into Brandon's large dark eyes. "Yes. HOWEVER, Brandon, I don't want you to get the wrong idea. I am not doing this because I feel anything toward you. I am agreeing because I care about the future of my children and my husband. So long as you remember that I will have no problem obeying and serving you and yielding you my body."

"Splendid Tammy! Why don't you seal the contract between us with a very deep and passionate kiss?"

"Now?" asked Tammy nervously.

"Yes slave now. As of the moment you said yes, you became my property. You are mine until the first of July at midnight. Not backing down at your first roadblock are you?" asked Brandon conspiratorially.

"No Brandon." Said Tammy as she rose from the couch and neared my boss's chair.

"I prefer Master, You WILL call me that or you WILL be punished."

"Yes Master." replied Tammy as she sat on Brandon's lap as he indicated for her to do.

I lost my temper immediately as I saw Tammy plant a succulent kiss on Brandon's lips. It took all of my resolve to not stride across the room and belt Brandon one. But I wanted the future in South Carolina. I wanted out of this one horse, one industry town. So I bit the insides of my lips and buried my fingernails so deeply into the palms of my hand I nearly drew blood. At last Brandon pulled away from my wife.

"Very nice slave. In the months ahead I shall collect every kiss your arrogance and pride have denied me for last fifteen years. Now comes something Randall must witness. You will now stand up slave and remove every article you wore as a free woman. I will not allow you to keep as much as a thread from your days of freedom while serving as my slave. Take it off slave. Take everything off slave Tammy and hand it to Randall."

Tammy got a panicked look on her face. "Bran... Master can't we wait until we have some privacy?"

"Slave for someone who just moment ago promised that she would 'have no problem obeying and serving me and yielding me your body' you sure seem rebellious. Maybe you should just keep the house and enjoy poverty with your husband." Brandon stood up.

"Wait Master! I apologize for not being obedient!"

Tammy kicked off her low heels and handed them to me. Next she withdrew her feet from her red socks and handed them to me as well. Next she unclasped the belt in her tan khaki pants. She started unbuttoning her black blouse, inside, filling her white bra, Tammy's lovely tits looked very inviting. Brandon's hard on was obvious in his tight pants. Tammy's blouse joined the rest of her clothing. The tan pants were the next to come off exposing Tammy's fine lean legs and trim figure. Brandon's eyes urged Tammy on. She loosed her fabulous tits and handed me her bra. A pair of sheer white panties was her only protection from total humiliation.

Inhaling deeply, Tammy slid off her panties with one motion revealing the golden fur of her magnificent pelvis. Only the thinnest hair line from her cesareans marred her flawless skin. Tammy flushed bright red as Brandon lustily eyed her head to toe.

"Just think slave Tammy had you undressed for me back in high school and given me what I wanted then. You and your husband would already be on your way to South Carolina. You aren't quite naked yet, hand all of your jewelry to the loser you married."

"Br...Master please don't insult my husband." 

"As of now," said Brandon, "and for the next month you DON'T have a husband. You belong to me to do with as I please. Slaves may not marry nor be given in marriage. Why are you still wearing a wedding ring and an engagement ring like a free woman?"

Tammy's began to tear up as she removed her earrings, watch, necklace, and at last her marital rings. She placed them in my palm and began to sob quietly. My rage only increased as I realized that Brandon was not going to be a gentleman. As I feared, he had fifteen years of resentment built up and he was after revenge.

"Call this off honey." I told Tammy. "He's only going to be a bastard to you."

Tammy wiped her eyes. "I know it dear but I will put up with anything to give our kids a better life. I apologize now for everything that Brandon will have me do. No matter what happens he can't make me stop loving you."

"Very touching slave but you did not ask for permission to speak, nor did I give you permission to speak. You will pay for this indiscretion later. Now I am going to stand up and you are going to kneel in front of me and give me a very nice blow job. Once you have swallowed my cum I will collar you and take you back to my place for the remainder of your time with me."

Tammy looked at me with a panicked look on her face. I nodded my consent and she crossed the few step to where Brandon now stood. She was trembling as she bent in front of my scum bag boss. Hands a flutter she liberated his penis from his pants. Both Tammy and I were unprepared for the size of Brandon's equipment. He is both thick and long; he has more girth and more length than I own. No wonder the girls were always crazy about him since high school. 

Tammy began kissing Brandon's balls and then slowly began licking his shaft. Her lips encircled his shaft and her head began sliding back and forth. Despite my horror and repulsion at Tammy's actions I discovered that I was getting hard. That realization chilled me to the bone. Still I stayed hard as my wife continued to work on my boss. He came with a grunt into my wife's mouth and ordered her to lick up the seed that covered her lips and chin. Tammy ordinarily spat out my cum but she did as Brandon asked, using her fingers to sweep errant man juice into her mouth.

"That was quite nice slave. I look forward to many repeat performances. Now you will stand with your hands at your sides while I get something out of my brief case."

Brandon picked up the case from the floor set it down in the chair and opened it. My heart fell and Tammy's eyes became as big as saucers when Brandon removed a thick leather and brass collar. Before Tammy could change her mind or react, Brandon had parted Tammy's shoulder length hair and closed the collar with a loud click. It seemed to me, the sound of finality. Instantly, Tammy's hands went to her throat but the object was unyielding. 

"Is this really necessary Brandon?" she cried.

"It's Master and yes it is necessary until freed you are chattel and shall be marked as such. It is time for you to leave this house and come to mine. Personally I would like to keep you naked for the trip but in a small town neighbors make a stink about unsolicited nudity." Brandon reached into his suitcase again and came up with a very short, nearly transparent robe. It was midnight blue and closed with just three buttons. Brandon dressed a compliant Tammy in it. The robe exposed most of her breasts and fell to the very top of her legs, barely concealing her honey thatched crotch.

"Now Tammy take my hand and we shall go." Said Brandon

"Master, may I speak?" responded Tammy.

"Yes you may, but time is of the essence I want to get you back to my place while the night is still young. I need to bathe you and trim your bush and of course begin the first of a thousand fuckings of you!" 


Boss From Hell Ch. 02



After a Sleepless Friday night, I finally caught up to sleep about seven in the morning on Saturday. My blissful sleep lasted only until the kids woke up. Like a zombie I made them breakfast and had them get dressed. Thoughts of Tammy under Brandon's roof kept me distracted all day long. I tried to convince myself that the reaction I saw from Tammy last night was simply a reflex action and not one of contentment.

Tommy and Gretchen asked me if anything was wrong. I lied to them and told them no as I hustled them off to soccer practice. It was a spectacular, beautiful day. I feigned interest in the scrimmage games and cheered where appropriate but nothing could shake my lethargy. We returned home for brunch and then I was rescued by Marie next door. She had lucked into two extra free children tickets to the science museum and wanted to know if Tommy and Gretchen would like to go with her and her own two kids. I thanked her profusely and the kids were overjoyed. As soon as they were out the door I collapsed into bed. I succeeded in sleeping but my dreams were most unpleasant I could not help but wonder what was going on at Ferris' place. My boss could be beyond charming when he wanted to be. I've seen him sweet talk teamsters and union enforcers. I prayed that Tammy had not and would not succumb to Brandon's considerable charms.

Like an evil phantom, the sight of my wife sucking on his massive tool seemed to play and replay itself at the most inopportune times all day long. Even though I feared its appearance in my e-mail, I craved another video from Brandon. I had to see with my own eyes how much resistance Tammy was offering. I was sickened when I realized that part of my curiosity was sexual. Part of me wanted to see what Brandon would make Tammy do.

When not checking my e-mail I tried to dial up some movies. I gave up when every actress, no matter her age, transmogrified into Tammy time and time again. I turned to video games and took out some of my anger by killing things. I imagined my targets were all Brandon. I wanted to be Travis Sickle, I wanted to charge into Brandon's house guns blazing and liberate Tammy. While counter-productive, these exercises in aggression did make me feel better.

The kids arrived back home after a long day at the museum to find that I had dinner ready. We ate and the kids told me about their adventures for the day. It was a normal dinner in every way except for Tammy's empty seat. The kids did not seem to miss their mother yet. I sat on the couch and pretended to watch the television shows and movies in the hours after dinner and before their bed time. They get to stay up late on weekends. Finally at 10:30 I read a book that Tommy had picked out and then the once Gretchen had chosen before sending them off to bed.

I surfed the web, constantly checking my email. Finally past midnight, another video from Brandon hit my inbox. Torn between remaining blissfully ignorant of my wife's activities or knowing how she was being used, I opted to be informed, knowing full well that it was almost assuredly the wrong decision.

The scene faded in to a close-up of my wife sucking on Brandon's cock. Her large green eyes seemed sad to me. Then came the narration,

"Greetings Randy. If you ARE watching this and I know you lack the self-control to deny your own curiosity, This is how my day began; with my luscious slave, the woman who USED to be your wife preforming a fantastic blow job on me. My cum was her first meal of the day."

The picture transitioned to the two of them at the breakfast table. Tammy was sitting in Brandon's lap while he fed her, all the while burying the fingers of his other hand in Tammy's sex. Next, Dressed in a tiny sports bra, thong, and ever present collar, Tammy was led through a strenuous workout In Brandon's well-appointed gym. Brandon worked out as well, although he wore sweats. In a bit of film clearly meant to hurt me, there was a lingering shot of Tammy's left hand, highlighting the absence of her wedding and engagement rings. Brandon's self-satisfied voice then said, 

"My slave is in fine shape. It is my responsibility as her owner that I keep her in tip top shape. She needs to be in A-one condition for the many sexual paces I and other will put her through. Yes Randall in a few days I will be sharing my slave with other men and women. She needs to learn that she is merely an object to be used by and to please others."

The picture cut to Brandon's outdoor, heated pool. The cameras caught every caress as Brandon rubbed sunscreen onto every millimeter of Tammy's exposed and very naked skin. Tammy sat sunning herself next to a naked Brandon. I was amazed at his body on display. Brandon had always been well built but he must have a personal trainer, because he is totally ripped. He has one of the most impressive six packs I have ever seen. All of him looks like he could beat up Charles Atlas with one hand tied behind his back. A butler stopped by with a tray of Margaritas. Tammy made no move to hide herself as the butler ogled her body. The two drank and chatted. Tammy seemed to be enjoying the conversation but I could not tell for sure. Eventually Brandon challenged Tammy to a swimming race. If she had not been hampered by her collar, my wife would probably have won. However, Brandon just edged Tammy and had her exit the pool where he fucked her on a poolside air mattress. Apparently the butler was now wielding the camera because there was a long pan of their bodies intertwined. The picture froze on Tammy's face, her eyes closed and expression unreadable, before it faded to black once more. 

As the picture transitioned to a new scene I heard Brandon say, "My slave enjoyed her time at the pool and enjoyed it when I defeated he in our race and then took her as my prize for winning. After showering together we moved to my bedroom where I began the process of exploring my slave's asshole." 

There were shots from three angles as Brandon lubricated Tammy's asshole and gently worked his large cock inside her. Tammy always enjoyed anal the times we engaged in it. I would have liked rear action a bit more but the kids seemed to have radar and interrupted or had some crises whenever Tammy and I were about to have some backdoor lovin'. It had been quite a few months since the two of us had had an anal adventure.

Brandon was surprisingly gentle as he entered my wife's ass. I could tell from her body language and occasional sighs that Tammy was less than enthused about Brandon's intentions. But then he started to go to work, using his member like a well-oiled piston. Appalled yet fascinated, I watched my wife's body language go from resolved to the inevitable to active enjoyment. As Brandon climaxed Tammy let out a gasp and said with heavy breath, "Oh Brandon!" My heart felt like it had been run over by a steam roller.

The scene shifted to a wide shot of Brandon in a chair. He was naked. Tammy was on her knees fellating him. "Randy, as you can see I am keeping my slave's mouth occupied. She has been a very good girl today Of course I intend to fuck her a few more times before I allow her to sleep. And she has earned a brief paddling for not being sufficiently enthusiastic at the beginning of our anal intimacy. The fact that I do not have to paddle her more today is a very good sign. I will end this entry in my video journal now. You really did not need to see us eating dinner. Or me dining on my slave's succulent pussy after dinner. My slave is quite the tiger when her pussy is licked. It may make you happy to know that she uttered your name once while I was eating her out. She will receive a paddling for that as well. However, I am more tolerant of verbal slip ups than I am of physical resistance and noncompliance."

The screen darkened for a moment and then came a parade of still images. They were pictures taken throughout the day. I could not help but notice that, in nearly all of them, except for the shots of her being paddled, Tammy was smiling. She looked almost luminously beautiful in virtually every shot.

The last words from Brandon before the second and final fade out was, "Isn't my slave beautiful? Doesn't she look happy? I have no doubt that she will come to adore her captivity and will worship me and thank me for liberating her and turning her into the woman she should be. Good night!"'

I watched the video a second and third time. Then I stepped away from the computer in a daze. For the first time I felt that I might lose Tammy. She certainly was not reacting like Brandon made her skin crawl now. At least not much on the footage I saw. I tried to tell myself that Brandon was editing the images for maximum impact. Maybe I was getting a distorted picture. As I struggled for sleep that night I sincerely hoped that that was the case.



Boss From Hell Ch. 03



Sunday was a hubbub of activity. The kids would be finishing school in another week and a half and there were and endless number of school related tasks I had to preform. Usually Tammy handled the school related minutia. I had to account for all the school books make sure assignments were ready to be turned in and sign notes from teachers. The kids were real troopers they helped me out. In a way the busyness was a blessing. Before I knew it I was cleaning up after dinner.

I confirmed the times for the upcoming soccer scrimmages and games. Although it bit my wallet, the reduced hours at the mill actually left me enough time to take care of all of the kid related things, a task Tammy usually performed. It was the only blessing out of the entire situation. I tried to push thoughts of Brandon and Tammy from my mind but it was futile. After getting Tommy and Gretchen to bed, I have literally no memory of how I killed time until Brandon's video landed in my in box.

At close to One A.M. I received and immediately opened Brandon's video message. It opened with Tammy naked, face down on the floor in front of Brandon who was standing and wearing something akin to a monk's robe. Tammy was repeating over and over "My Master provides everything I need, No one can love me like my Master."

Brandon's voice over threw me for a loop. "This being Sunday, you see my slave at church. An obedient slave worships her master. Until Tammy has repeated her mantra a hundred times without a single mistake or slurred word, she cannot rise from the floor."

The next fade in shocked me. Tammy was dressed in Waterford High cheerleader's outfit. Her hair had been cut and styled to exactly match how she wore it back when we were high school students. It was eerie how the hairdo seemed to take off nearly all the years since graduation. Tammy was standing on In Brandon's back yard. The image remained at freeze frame while I heard my boss's voice say,

"Today was alteration day. I had a hairdresser and other folks visit my manse today. Tammy is about to reveal the beginnings of the alteration process."

Tammy began to cheer. She was not a cheerleader in high school, she was on the flag squad, but that apparently made no difference to Brandon. I heard Tammy begin to cheer as she bounced up and down slightly "Brandon, Brandon, he's our man if he can't do it no one can." 

Tammy, then bent and removed her saddle shoes and socks. She repeated the Brandon cheer and removed the skirt from the outfit. She wore no underwear so I could plainly see the "B" Brandon had trimmed in the middle of my wife's beautiful golden thatch. Tammy cheered a third time and pulled the sweater up and over her head. My blood froze. There was a piercing in Tammy's navel and in each of her nipples!

Tammy looked VERY unhappy as Brandon's camera did a slow pan in tight close up of his "alterations" The piercing in her navel bore the word "slave.' Tammy's beautiful breasts now bore gold studs with diamond end caps. Brandon described what he had done this way, 

"My slave needed to learn that she has no autonomy whatsoever. The slave badge in her navel reminds her in the same manner as her collar that she is owned property. The piercings in her nipples are a gift from me. The remind my slave not only of my generosity but also that her body is only for my pleasure and the pleasure of other masters. Not that we won't see to her needs as well. The diamond end caps are quite pricey by the way. When she lived with you and naively called herself your "wife" she wore but a single diamond on a ring around her finger. Now she has four times as many jewels and she can never lose them down the drain accidentally when she washes her hands!" Brandon then released a very irritating laugh. My anger at him violating my wife this way was almost more infuriating that the other liberties he had taken. I understood his desire for my wife. There isn't a straight man on the planet who wouldn't want to have a roll in the hay with my wife but cutting her hair and giving her piercings was something else entirely. I paused the video, I seethed and raged. In my anger, I kicked a hole in the wall,

I restarted the video. I watched Tammy give Brandon a bath, massage him all over and suck and jerk him off the whole time she called him Master in a solicitous voice. However, the unhappy look rarely left her face. More than once I saw her gaze at her breasts and her eyes tear up. Brando for his part, seemed extremely proud of himself. He gazed lovingly at the studs had had placed in her tits and gently tugged on them, blithely ignoring the look of pain that subsequently crossed Tammy's face. Brandon recorded his paddling of Tammy for her morose attitude. Tammy cried in pain a few times but then fixed a smile on her face. Brandon said, 

"I will make you feel good slave." and led her to his bedroom. Brandon fucked my wife twice in rapid succession. He has a very brief recovery time. Tammy seemed resistant the first time but seemed to relax the second time Brandon fucked her. Tammy seemed more relaxed and appeared to engage in conversation with Brandon in the remaining footage. It bothered me less when I saw Tammy fellating Brandon and when he took her ass again. Towards the end of the night Brandon said something to Tammy and she laughed. The video was silent however so I had no idea what inspired my wife's mirth.

The video ended as it began with a naked Tammy on the floor repeating her mantra, "My Master provides everything I need, No one can love me like my Master." Only this time the room was dark and lit by candles. Brandon's words closed out the video,

"My slave's Sunday ended as it began, with praise to her Master. Tomorrow I will have guests and we will see how my slave obeys when she is told to entertain them. If she does not provide adequate service the branding iron awaits. Her pussy and ass will continue to belong solely to me but her mouth and tits are for sharing. When I am done showing her the pleasures and joys of being my property she won't take you back even if you came wrapped in your own weight in platinum! Good night Randy!"

After the fade out were still images. There were shots of Tammy in a chair getting her hair cut. Other pictures illustrated every step of the piercing process. There was obvious pain on my wife's face as the piercing guns bit into their targets. Brandon just happened to include a picture of Tammy's nipple studs in their purchase box. The numbers on the price tag was outrageous. I have no doubt that Brandon bragged to Tammy how much he spent for them in a bid to impress her. There were pictures of Tammy dressing in the cheerleader outfit and several of her in just her new jewelry and collar. She was still incredibly beautiful but this day she wore a sadness, even when she smiled brightly for the camera. 

I thought that Brandon had made a mistake. Tammy would not take kindly to Brandon's treatment today. It made no difference if he later made her feel better or even got her to laugh. Brandon had allowed his dark side to surface and I felt sure that Tammy would never let my boss get inside her mind. For the first time in days I felt sure that Tammy would return to me, a stronger and better wife for having been taken from me against her will. I had my first peaceful night's sleep for the week.



Boss From Hell Ch. 04



Monday came and I had to get the kids ready for school and make sure they had lunch money. As I rechecked their back packs I had renewed appreciation of all the hard work Tammy did as a mother, in addition to this hard work she usually toiled at in her office five days a week. I was amazed at how she pulled it all together. It made me feel guilty as hell, I realized that I had been sloughing off responsibilities and letting Tammy take up the slack. I realized how much I had taken my wife for granted. Overwhelmed with guilt and conviction of my errors, I resolved that once Tammy was returned to me I would be a much more engaged husband and father. 

At the mill I threw myself into my job. I got so much work done, I received a warning from the union steward that I was in danger of going over my quota and if I did not take it down a notch he was going to fine me. I slowed dow, But for the rest of the day I savored the routine and repetition of my job as I rarely had before. For the day I loved every moment of it. The hum of the machinery, the regularity of part exchanges, replacing the dies. Focusing on that took my mind miles away from thoughts of Tammy and Brandon. 

Brandon's absence from the mill would not be noticed. He usually took Mondays off. I knew that during the month he held Tammy he would have to show up at the plant for at least a few hours for at least a few days. I assumed then when he did that he would lock Tammy away someplace, keeping her prisoner while he attended to business..

For once, my workday flew past like lightning. I just had time to shop for dinner and get home an hour or so after the kids. Fortunately they were used to entertaining themselves until their parents returned home. As I started to prepare dinner, little Gretchen volunteered to help. "With Mommy at school, you need a girl to help you." she said sweetly. I gave her simple tasks to do and she did not make a single mistake. Tommy set the table and promised to load the dishwasher after dinner. Usually he avoided chores. It occurred to me that after this month we might be a tighter, closer family That hope was a nice one to hold on to.

After making sure the kids did their homework and giving them some free time I sent them off to batch and bed. I had trouble keeping my eyes open as I read Gretchen her story. After tucking Gretchen in I crashed on the couch in the living room and did not awake until around four in the morning. Awaking on the couch, I made my way to the lonely bed in the room I shared with Tammy, but not before passing my computer. I had to see what had happened at Brandon's house.

The video opened to a branding iron resting in a pit of flame. It cut to Brandon with a malevolent smile on his face and Tammy looking concerned. Instead of a voice over, the actual conversation was recorded.

"Slave Tammy, your attitude since yesterday has been unacceptable. Foul moods and attitudes are not acceptable. For example you have not been sufficiently thankful for the jewelry I presented to you. We will have guests today. I have to show them proper hospitality that includes a happy slave who is eager to please. Since paddling did not work entirely last night, I now present you with a simple option. If your attitude does not improve, I will brand your right thigh with the letter "B." It hurts like a motherfucker and is without question permanent."

"From now on a frown NEVER crosses your face. You will be grateful for all the gifts you receive. You will be thankful for every corrective paddling. You will enjoy sex ALWAYS. Tonight we will have another Master and slave over for dinner. You WILL enthusiastically greet them. You Will joyfully, suck his cock and swallow his seed. You will enjoy eating out the slave's pussy, and enjoy it when she reciprocates or I will brand you. Attitude is very important for a slave. A positive attitude infuses her entire outlook. Your positive attitude is also a reflection of how well your Master treats you and loves you. Is that clear?"

Tammy nodded , replaced the concerned look on her face with a brilliant smile, and said, "Yes Master. Let me show you proper thanks for my lovely haircut and jewels." She knelt in front of him and began to eagerly suck on Brandon's huge cock.

"That is more like it." said Brandon as he was pleasured.

The next bits of video were mundane. Tammy and Brandon exercising together, the two of them racing each other in the pool and Tammy sitting on Brandon's lap while he fed her brunch. As in the day before there were loving shots of Tammy's fine body and lingering shots on her piercings. Interspersed were sequences of Brandon fucking Tammy. She appeared happy and sounded enthusiastic but I felt sure that she was faking.

In an extended sequence, Brandon narrated as he described how he prepared Tammy for that night's visitors. He tenderly bathed her, fixed her hair and seemed almost an expert manicurist as he painted her fingernails and toe nails a lovely tinge that nicely set off her eyes and hair. He applied subtle eye and face make up. I had to conclude that Tammy looked fantastic. Judging by her reaction when she saw herself in the mirror, she though so as well. Brandon took a great deal of footage of Tammy looking beautiful. It seemed that Brandon then spent some time giving Tammy an etiquette lesson. 

Judging by a clock on Brandon's wall, the guests arrived at 6:30 P.M. He was a tall and very handsome African American and she was a petite yet sinuous brunette with long curly locks and a bald pussy. Like Tammy she wore a collar around her neck .Tammy bowed before them and then the guest female slave bowed To Tammy and Brandon. In voice over Brandon states that the guests were Master Derek and slave Emily. I watched as both slaves exchanged kisses and then stood next to each other while the "owners" assessed them and praised their beauty.

Tammy then took Derek's hand and led him to the dinner table where a very fine dinner awaited. Tammy sat on Derek's lap and Emily sat on Brandon's and the Masters fed the slaves. Derek seemed quite taken with my wife. He asked for and received some kisses that I envied, and his hands gently explored her body between mouthfuls of food. Brandon seemed to be having a fun time with Emily as well.

From time to time Brandon fingered a remote control of some sort. (I deduced that there had to be at least three automatic cameras in operation.) there was much attention on Derek's gentle, almost sweet, feeding of my wife. The two really seemed to have made a connection. Tammy seemed nonplussed by her nudity and gazed intently into Derek's large dark eyes. They chatted repeatedly. Tammy drank a lot of wine at dinner.

At last dinner came to a close. Everyone retreated to the den where Tammy and Emily were instructed to make out while Brandon and Derek enjoyed expensive post dinner panatellas. Emily seemed a lot more into Tammy than Tammy did in Emily. I always thought that Tammy was a bit grossed out by lesbianism. We never really talked about the issue. I had asked her once what she thought about lesbians and hr only reply was, " Sure I find the occasional woman attractive but I can't see me eating pussy without a ton of alcohol being involved!" Even so she sometimes noted the actresses or women around town that caught my eye. Once in a while she would whisper about that actress or neighbor a simple "Oh yeah!" in my ear. I had to admit that the sight of my wife and Emily together really turned me on. 

Derek and Brandon watched the women go at it with obvious stiffys. After finishing with their smokes. Brandon brought out a mirror and some cocaine. Tammy NEVER did drugs, nevertheless she snorted several lines of coke when ordered to. After the buzz set in Brandon ordered Tammy to give 

Derek a blow job. She slid off of Derek's lap and assisted him in opening his pants. His huge uncut cock seemed to fill the room. Starting slow and then seeming to really get into it, I saw Tammy give the very best head I had ever seen her give. Emily set to work on Brandon with a similar intensity.

Derek sighed as he came and held Tammy's head fast so that her mouth captured all of her seed. Tammy swallowed nearly all of it. A fine coating of semen adorned her lips and chin which Tammy's tongue soon captured. Derek applauded Tammy's performance and had her return to his lap and they kissed until Emily finished with Brandon.

Once Emily finished and lapped up all of Brandon's juice Brandon put himself back together and said. "Derek and Emily have to make an early night of it. Before they go however Derek and I want to see the two of you together. We are going to the bedroom where Tammy will follow Emily's lead and allow her to pleasure you and she will teach you how to pleasure her. Derek, while disappointed that he can not fuck you Tammy, he understands and respects my purposes and intentions for keeping your ass and pussy for my cock's enjoyment alone."

The scene transitioned to Emily making sweet little animal sounds as she licked my wife's pussy. As the scene progressed Tammy really seemed to get into it . I heard an unmistakable sound of orgasm and then Tammy dutifully followed Emily instructions as she ate out the tiny brunette. I saw the unmistakable look of triumph in her eyes when Emily came like a little fire cracker. Next to the bed Derek and Brandon cheered and applauded loudly.

The following footage was of Brandon and Tammy saying good bye to the other couple. The women hugged and kissed each other, and embraced and kissed the men before Derek and Emily made their way out of the door. Just before laving, Derek wrapped Emily in a tiny robe. Tammy watched their departure intently.

The scene cut to Tammy looking up at Brandon, I saw the residual effects from the wine she had drunk at dinner and the subsequent cocaine in her eyes. But I also saw something I did not recognize as Tammy said "Thank you Master for a wonderful day. Would you please fuck me before I go to sleep?"

Brandon replied, "Of course pet." and laughed out loud.

After a new fade in Brandon's face appeared. He was shirtless and smiling. "Randy, Tammy is coming along very nicely. It won't be long before I have her trained completely for the role she was born to. Have a great day at work Randy!" It faded to black with the sound of Brandon's mocking laughter. 

This video was by far the longest Brandon had sent. I had time to re-watch it just once. I beat off at the scenes of Emily and My wife in bed. Before I knew it it was an hour before my scheduled wake up time. I decided to forget the idea of catching any more sleep and packed lunches for the kids and myself. I put in a nice note to each of the kids and signed it as from their mother and me. The day at work loomed like an endless expanse of desert before I could return home. I hated myself but I realized that I was hooked on these videos Brandon was sending. Brandon knew that they would hook me. My mind was full of all kinds of confusing thoughts and images all day. Unlike yesterday, today I had less confidence as to where I stood. I remembered those scenes of quicksand from old movies.



Boss From Hell Ch. 05



Tuesday at work was one tired. Long slog. We had the good luck to have a parts shortage three hours before my normal quitting time. The work rules were that since the delay was the fault of an outside supplier I got the rest of the day off with pay. Our vendor promised us the parts bright and early Wednesday morning or heads would roll. I was grateful for the time off. I picked up some microwavable dinners on the way home and crashed on the couch as soon as I got home. 

Tommy and Gretchen were surprised to find me home. Both of them had soccer matches that night. Fortunately they were in the same league and their games were at the same park. I would leave Tommy's game at midpoint and then go cheer on Gretchen in the pee wee league. When Tommy was done he would track me down at Gretchen's game. I tolerate soccer under the best of circumstances. These two games were full of delays and penalties and seemed to last longer than a evolutionary epoch 

To the kids credit, they picked up that I was tired and out of sorts and did not deluge me with questions. They were surprised when we got home and i waived the rule about eating around the table. I watched their favorite programs while we dined on microwave dinners in front of the tube. I explained that I was tired so I had them get ready for bed early. I even got story time out of the way early. We were in the midst of some Disney Channel pap when everything went black.

I awoke at midnight on the couch to find the TV still on but the kids in their beds. I felt like a neglectful parent but I was glad that they took care of themselves. I checked my phone for missed messages and then checked my e-mail.

Brandon can afford the best video editing software. Instead of a collection of clips I got a thirty minute short film. On the Black screen appeared the title "A Day In The Life of Slave Tammy, Property of Brandon Ferris" The opening sequence had a musical soundtrack and was a montage of Brandon getting Tammy ready for her day. He bathed her and shaved her legs and under arms and initial in her crotch and tended to her hair. As she luxuriated in the tub as Brandon gently washed her, my boss asked Tammy to describe herself. I hoped that the dialog was scripted.

"I am slave Tammy, proud possession of Brandon Ferris, my Master, my provider and the best lover I have ever had. My master had shown me a wonderful new life, and I was never as free or contented until I donned his collar."

There was a loving pan of her entire body "What has your Master done for you slave Tammy?" asked Brandon.

Tammy smiled for the camera and said, "He has given me the most powerful and meaningful orgasms of my life. He has shown me my proper place as his possession. He is patient and loving when he disciplines and take a look at these lovely jewels he has given me." Tammy pointed to her chest and pointed to the studs in her nipples.. Her nipples were erect and the lighting of the bathroom made the studs twinkle. 

She continued, "I can never go back to my old life. I want to be Brandon's slave forever and ride his majestic cock throughout eternity."

The rest of the film was just like "a day in the life video" about any celebrity on one of the fluff or porn channels. It seemed to me that Tammy was acting out a role. The dialogue certainly did not sound like something Tammy would ordinarily say. It seemed designed especially to hurt me. Brandon was getting his digs in wherever he could. The cameras followed Tammy as she exercised, chatted with Brandon about sex and described some of her "favorite encounters" since "coming into his possession." 

The camera seemed to be in love with Tammy. Brandon used every editing and lighting trick to make Tammy seem almost luminous. A long slow walk of her beautiful naked body strolling the length of Brandon's pool and then diving in was so sexy and erotic that I watched the sequence over and over, beating off each time. Tammy hadn't looked that hot even on our honeymoon. I realized that Brandon had more than simple vengeance on his mind by enslaving my wife. Part of him still longed for her like he did when all of us were in high school. Although he wanted vengeance for all the times that Tammy turned him down, he also, unquestioningly wanted her heart.

After recapping ever sexual encounters between Brandon and my wife that day. The video ended with Tammy's favorite song and production credits just like a real video. Of course in this case all of the credits bore the name Brandon Ferris. I could not believe the amount of sex the two of them were engaging in. I counted five sessions of intercourse, one round of anal three blow jobs. No wonder she looked so tired at the end of the video. What really bothered me was the final title card of the movie."A Love Letter From Brandon Ferris." 

While I was watching and replaying sections of the film another e-mail hit my in box. It was an audio file. I downloaded it and heard Brandon say. "Greetings Randy. This file I thought worth sending to you. There is no video but it catches my slave, FORMERLY your wife, unguarded and therefore is priceless. " The next sound was Brandon and Tammy in discussion,

"No one has ever fucked me like you have Brandon, I mean Master. You don't need a script to know that is true. Last night was fabulous by the way, thank you for letting me suck off Derek and play with Emily. It was wonderful and the buzz lasted all night. OK, OK, I'll go back on script now." 

Brandon's laughter followed. "VERY telling what women say in unguarded moments isn't it? Face it Randy even if she DOES go back to you. There is no chance a limp dick like you can hope to hold onto her for long. She has tasted the good life of luxury and talented cock. She is NEVER going back to being a simple housewife again. Have a great day Randy!" 

That night I cried over Tammy into my pillow. I never should have let her agree to this. There HAD to be some other solution. I hated myself for not finding it before I agreed to let Tammy prostitute herself. I knew that the lavish video was scripted. But just as surely, I knew that Tammy's off the cuff words sounded just like her ordinary unguarded conversation. In torment I resolved to not watch any more of Brandon's videos. I would simply accept it as an article of faith that Tammy would return to me. Even as i told myself this; even as i tried to convince myself of this, I envisioned myself tomorrow night opening Brandon's next e-mail. I felt like shit.



Boss From Hell Ch. 06



I was proud of myself Wednesday. I woke groggy from lack of sleep but it seemed to leave me after a couple of extra cups of coffee. Work moved at a fairly nice clip. When I got home I took the kids to the park for a hike and then we stopped at a nice but inexpensive restaurant for dinner. The kids were grateful for the change of pace. They were regular angels when we got home and did their school work and chores without complaint. I promised to take them to a movie on Friday night, making them both very happy.

Instead of going near my computer I played board games with the kids keeping them up just a little after their bedtime. They both said that I was "a real good dad." that night. Spending time with the kids was just what I needed. After they turned in I cracked a book and read adventure stories until it was time for me to turn in. I needed sleep and I was not going to subject myself to Brandon's games. I knew that Tammy loved me. Oh sure she would be tempted by all of the opulence and wealth that Brandon could surround her with but she was still in so many ways the woman she was in high school.

Back then , Tammy saw Brandon's flash as an attempt to compensate for a weak and insecure personality. I knew that Brandon had gained confidence over the years but he was still all about the flash. I knew one of his ex-wives. She had been a class ahead of us at Waterford High. We talked at a class reunion where she was a guest of somebody else. When Brandon arrived at the reunion, he gave her a wide berth. Sandy had more to drink than she should have. She cornered me alone at one point. She knew that Brandon hates me so she was trying to make him jealous by turning on the charm with me. I really wanted to get back to my table with Tammy but Sandy had me backed into a corner. We had gone out on a few dates before I had started going steady with Tammy and Sandy apparently wanted to see if I still found her attractive. Sandy told me that Brandon still thought that he could buy his way into any woman's pants and that as long as he kept giving her money, she would be happy. 

"Brandon's real problem is that he really has no personality to go along with his big cock and thick wallet. He never learned how to give a woman what she really needs. Yeah he's great in the sack, but aside from business and economics he can't talk about anything of significance. Oh sure, he says he "loves" you, but you soon realize that he has no idea what the word "love" really means."

I dodged Sandy's attempt to kiss me and made a bee line for Tammy's side. I had forgotten about our encounter until today. I don't know why I remembered it. Probably from seeing my high school yearbook on the bookshelf. Remembering Sandy's words reinvigorated me. I was not going to fall for Brandon's tricks today. Tammy was a more complex woman than Sandy ever was. If Sandy tired of Brandon, what chance did he have with my wife?

Contentedly I read and read. I gave the finger to my computer from across the room and later slept like the dead.. The next morning I awoke alert and refreshed. I had had wonderful dreams of making love to Tammy. I just knew that she would come back to me. I also had a new inner resolve. Brandon was still a sleazebag, a fabulously wealthy and well hung sleazebag assuredly, but still a sleaze. I'm by no means perfect but I know how to love Tammy and he does not. Not even a month of his charms would alter Tammy's heart. I knew in a way that I did not previously that EVERYTHING Brandon was sending me was filtered through his own prism. Only Tammy could tell me the truth and Brandon controlled EVERY word of hers that HE let me hear. My terrific mood lasted all night.

Thursday passed in a blur. My good mood from Wednesday stayed with me all day long. Not even the kid's insufferable soccer matches could bring me down. When we got home I sat the kids down and asked them to think of a gift that the three of us could buy for mommy once she was finished "school." I told them it had to be something other than flowers or a card but, of course, we could get those as well. "We should get her something special that she has always wanted." I informed them. The two began rattling off a string of ideas. I told them each to make a list. I would make a list as well and we would see if we picked something in common. Tommy and Gretchen took to the project like ducks to water. 

After the kids turned in. I headed for the computer, fear banished from my mind. I viewed Brandon as an emotion sucking vampire. Imagining my entire body as a garlic clove I opened the two video messages waiting for me.

Wednesday's began with a slow pan of Tammy's naked body on a blanket in Brandon's huge back yard the two shared a picnic lunch. I could not hear their conversation over the Brandon's boom box spouting romantic ballads. Whereas just a few days this vista would have filled me with fear and trepidation, now I just saw it as Brandon trying way too hard. Not even the picnic turning into an open air fucking session got to me. On the close ups of Tammy's face I saw pleasure but NOT satisfaction. 

Tammy liked sex, a lot. I realized that I could not begrudge her being pleasured by Brandon, she was after all only human. As the two were going at it, recorded on a tripod mounted portable camera, I noticed something that Brandon, in his effort to hurt me, had missed. While Brandon was lying over Tammy, She put her hands together behind Brandon's back. It was the shape of a heart. It is the symbol we created in high school as a sign of our devotion and we still employ it today when we spot each other across a crowded room or to find each other in the stands at one of the kid's soccer games! 

My heart soared! Here was Brandon fucking my wife all the while she was thinking of me! Tammy repeated the symbol several times and then let her hands rove all over Brandon's back. I knew that Brandon had no idea what was going on. The only two people who know about our secret sign are me and Tammy. We opted to not even tell the kids. It is "Our secret in a world that hates secrets."

Knowing that Tammy was thinking of me made the rest of the video, a simple curiosity rather than an infuriating taunt from my enemy. Brandon's words now had no sting. Even as he said.

"I decided to take my slave in the great outdoors. As you can see she is quite a passionate little lynx. Watch as I eat her out and get her to come and come again. I am not only more talented with my cock than you are Randy, I'm also better with my tongue!" 

After a lot of arousing close ups of Brandon's tongue inside my wife's blonde box. the rest of the video got me hard. Brandon hired a professional photographer to capture Tammy's beauty. The photographer was supremely talented. Tammy looked ravishing, even more beautiful than she had in Brandon's mini-movie biography. The pictures made Tammy look sexier than a centerfold. I watched and re-watched stills of those pictures, delightedly jerking off. I ignored Brandon in the porno shots he posed for with Tammy. Because of the presence of the photographer and his lights the scenes of Brandon taking Tammy up the ass, or of her sucking him off, had a clinical, antiseptic look. The woman in those photographs was very beautiful but she was not the Tammy either she or I knew. 

The video closed on Tammy sucking off Brandon while my boss addressed the camera," Today I did not have to discipline my slave even once. Today, she thought only of me and my pleasure. She is a quick learner. I will have her heart in no time. Have fun at work Randy!"

Before moving on to the Thursday video i took a look at the previous videos Brandon had sent me. Twice I caught Tammy flashing our sign. Anger and confusion had prevented me from seeing them before. The longest she held it was during the conversation over the branding iron. In fear, Tammy signaled for me. I knew now that she would say anything to keep Brandon happy and to prevent him from scarring her.

The Thursday video was entitled simply "Sex Day" Brandon appeared and said, "With this Viagra I am going to see how many time I can come inside Tammy today. Watch the Counter Randy!"

I noticed the counter, but I focused most of my attention on Tammy's hands. With Brandon's mind focused elsewhere, Tammy flashed it repeatedly. Once while his head was buried in the pillow beside Tammy's face I saw her mouth, unmistakably, "I love you Randall" I had seen her mouth that phrase so many times that there was no way I could miss it. Tammy only risked doing it once and she was cautious about the heart sign but it was there.

When the counter reached twenty, a completely spent Brandon focused the camera on the copious amounts of cum leaking from my wife's pussy. He smiled and said,

"That is a performance a limp dick like you will never match! Did you hear how often she moaned? Now I am going to give my slave a bath and feed her some dinner. She so enjoys being my pet. Instead of wishing you a good day at work Randy, I'll just tell you to go fuck yourself because you can't fuck your wife!" He then laughed like the petulant little prick that he is.

Yes it bothered me a great deal the liberties that Brandon was taking with my wife. That she was fucking him back I had little doubt, but her thoughts were of me. I now thought it probable that Tammy was thinking "It may be Brandon who is fucking me but I am making love to Randall" I could smell the sweet salt air of the South Carolina coast. I saw Tammy and I working together and laughing about how shallow Brandon is. It was a wonderful image to fill my dreams with.



Boss From Hell Ch. 07



Now that I knew that Tammy was thinking about me even while Brandon was fucking her as hard as he possibly could, I was reinvigorated. It was about this time that I started thinking about revenge. Brandon needed a comeuppance, The thought of a baseball bat delivering repeated blows to Brandon's head was supremely satisfying, but ultimately counter productive. If I were to attack Brandon rashly in anger, there is no doubt I would go to jail for a long time. The attorneys Brandon could purchase with his wealth would guarantee me a decades long jail term. Still, I had to come up with something that would humiliate him and take him down a couple of rungs. This was bigger than the liberties he was taking with Tammy. The guys at the mill would be overjoyed to see Brandon take a huge public pratfall. 

 Lots of people in Waterford had reason to hate Brandon Ferris. For every two he controlled with his wallet there was another one who would have loved to push Brandon in front of a bus. The more I thought about it the more I realized that he had been delivering ammunition to me in the very e-mails he was sending to humiliate me and to boast about his virility. In those e-mails and videos I would find the means to strike back at Brandon. I re-watched the videos and suddenly an idea dawned on me. 

 The next few days I concentrated on getting the kids ready for the end of school. They would have half days most of next week before finishing up next Friday. I had to find someplace for them while I was at work. Usually Tammy signed them up for half day camp at the Y. With Tammy being held by Brandon I had to find out how to do all of this stuff myself. It left me even more in awe of Tammy's organizational skills. Between that and working longer, (Brandon had apparently figured that I learned my lesson had re-upped my hours) I was wiped out every night, I literally had no time for Brandon's propaganda videos until late Sunday night.

 When I finally had time for it, the three videos in my e-mail were a mixed bag. Friday's began after a loving tour of Tammy's body and a recitation by Brandon of how many times and how many ways they had made love. Tammy sat next to him while Brandon stroked her body and fingered her pussy and collar. She wore a smile I could tell was forced as Brandon recounted the many ways he had taken her. I hated myself for finding Tammy so desirable in just her birthday suit and collar. Then Brandon had to spoil the mood with his voice over.

 "I have had more sex with Tammy these last few days than you have in the last year Randy, and Tammy responded every time!" Brandon mocked me but I saw the briefest of smirks cross Tammy's face while her "owner" boasted. That glance, brief as it was, demolished all of Brandon's braggadocio. 

 "Tammy is in love with me and me alone. Isn't that right slave?"

 Tammy replied "Yes Master I love only you." but she did not sound like woman in love. Friday's video highlight was a candle light dinner. Brandon proposed a string of romantic toasts to Tammy and made her drain her glass of wine each time. Tammy seemed bemused but not in the least moved by Brandon's toasts and pledges of love. Both of them got sloppy drunk. Brandon made this rambling speech which made him seem every inch the pompous ass he was. Apparently, Brandon thought that Tammy's mirth and constant smiles were a sign that he was winning her heart. I knew it was simply how she acted when she had too much to wine. Wine always got Tammy horny. It worked for me many times The two of them later fucked in a drunken clash of arms and legs. After screwing her, Brandon took a vibrating dildo and inserted it into Tammy's pussy and belted it in place with a strap. The dildo really seemed to get Tammy off, she loudly came about a dozen times before passing out from the booze. That turned me on as well because it was not anything Brandon had done. It was just my wife's raw sensuality. 

 Brandon kissed and posed the passed out Tammy He straddled her body and fucked Tammy's huge succulent tits until he came all over her chest, chin, and collar. A few moments later Brandon was passed out on top of Tammy. The video ended immediately after. 

 Saturday's video began where Friday's ended. Brandon woke up a bleary-eyed Tammy, he removed the vibrator from her marked pussy and helped her to the bathroom. Brandon began drinking heavily as soon as the two had finished exercising and eating breakfast. The next bit of conversation was captured for the camera.

"Slave Tammy, to celebrate your confession of love to me last night I am going to have a tattoo artist stop by the house at about one. Ordinarily slaves have no say in how they are marked but I will let you pick out the design you like best because I love you." 

 I don't want a tattoo Br ... Master and I said a lot of things under the influence of the wine and pressure from you yesterday." 

 "What YOU want doesn't matter Tammy,You're getting a tattoo. If you renounce your love for me I will pick out something large and garish to adorn your skin. Of course IF you still love me, I be merciful and I will allow you to pick out something relatively small and personal for yourself."

 The camera focused on Tammy. Her eyes grew large and then she said. "Of course I love you Master." 

 "Say it again Tammy."

 "I LOVE you Master!"

 "There, now you can pick out something nice and feminine for yourself. See how good a Master I am?" He bent down and kissed Tammy. I could not help but notice that my wife was less than enthusiastic in reciprocating.

 I finally came out of my lethargy and became enraged at the next images. A heavily pierced and tattooed twenty something man eyed my naked Tammy lustily and then set to work with the tattoo gun. After prompting from Brandon, Tammy selected the profile of a cat with the word LYNX spelled out. I had heard Brandon call Tammy a lynx once but I was sure it was coincidental. Lynx was my pet name for Tammy's golden pelt. I adored her golden pussy and likened it to a sleek lynx. Tammy had never shaved it off, I never wanted her to. I resented the "B" that Brandon had created in the middle of it but at least he had not shorn her sacred grounds completely. Tammy's tattoo would nicely mask her cesarean scar. I watched appalled yet enthralled as the mostly purple cat appeared on my wife's abdomen. Tammy obviously had som say in what was going on as purple is her favorite color. After an initial sting the needle of the tattoo gun did not seem to bother her. Tammy watched mostly with disgust as the artist completed his task and placed a bandage over his work. He gave Tammy and Brandon a description of proper care of the tattoo and that she would have to keep the bandage on for a week. 

 Brandon paid the artist and gave him a nice tip then he said. "Tammy would like to thank you as well for doing such a great job."

 Tammy rolled her eyes, and earned herself a slap in the rump for it, as Brandon instructed her to suck off the man who had just permanently marked her. She knelt in front of him and opened his pants. Tammy's eyes bugged out when she saw the tattoo artist's equipment. The young man's medium sized penis was tattooed as if it had green scales and was made to resemble a hooded cobra! Tammy half halfheartedly applied herself to fellating the tattoo artists until Brandon warned her that if she did not show more diligence he would order another tattoo for her of his choosing and would thoroughly paddle her that night. At last the pierced and tattooed young man came and Tammy swallowed the "venom" coming out of the cobra's mouth.

 After the man left Brandon said "Now slave Tammy you permanently wear my mark. Once you leave Randy we can get out initials tattooed on each other."

 "Nothing is set in stone, Master. The thirty one days are not over yet."

 Brandon looked hurt and more than a little tipsy as he whined, "But you said that you love me Tammy. What else do you need to know? I'm the best fuck you've ever had. I have money and can provide for you and your kids in ways few men can. Why must you hold me to my thirty one day time table? If you give the word now I can have divorce papers ready for you to present to Randy and then you can get your things and the kids and move in here. Let Randy go to South Carolina by himself."

 "Master You said that you are a man of your word. I agreed to serve as your slave based upon that word. Are you a man of honor or not?."

 "But I LOVE you Tammy. And you said that you LOVE me!"

 Tammy returned a flat, emotionless stare and smile which flashed for just a second until the screen went black. Brandon's obviously hung over face appeared.



 "Tammy then told me how deeply and completely she loves me but she asked me not to send it to you Randy because she would rather tell you herself when the deadline arrives. I am making plans now for Tammy moving permanently into my home. Don't worry about the kids. I will make a wonderful step father. Have nice weekend Randy"

 I didn't believe a word of it. I was surprised that he had sent me such an unpolished project. He must have been really hung over or drunk when he sent it. Was Brandon really so shallow that he thought that Tammy mouthing the words actually meant that she loved him?' I could also tell that all of Brandon's modifications like the piercings and the tattoo were driving her further from him. Perhaps he had a chance at the beginning but so far he was striking out. I remembered his ex-wife Sandy's words to me that Brandon had "no idea what love means." Her words now seemed prophetic. I felt sorry for Tammy, having to always be "on" to avoid branding and other punishments. I was worried that if Brandon felt that she was rejecting him he would up the ante and mar or punish her out of spite. I realized then that Tammy was a lot braver and tougher than I was. The only way to repay her for what she had already gone through and would yet endure was to be the best husband in the world when she got back. I vowed to do that but I also realized that I needed to grow a pair of balls. I had allowed Brandon to push me around. I had allowed him to take Tammy with little protest. Worse, I had been turned on by the things he did to my wife!

 Like sickening sense of dread I realized that I was unworthy of Tammy. Nothing I could ever do could atone for my sins cowardice at yielding her up and enjoyment of her debasement. She was putting up with shitty treatment and I was letting Brandon get inside my head. I felt so much self loathing I wanted to vomit.. I HAD to get Tammy out of Brandon's house and I had to get her out of there NOW! I really wanted Brandon dead. How to strike back at him without costing me my freedom or my own life was the million dollar question.

 I knew the union guys would love the snippet of Brandon making an ass of himself at the Friday dinner I copied it from the video isolated Brandon and made plans to send it along anonymously to the union reps. The contract was due to be renewed soon. Once Brandon sobered up he would do anything from keeping the video out of public eye. I could hear the concessions my union reps would extract in exchange for all copies of the video. Brandon knows full well that he is an asshole. But like all perpetual assholes he believes that everybody ELSE is a bigger asshole. When it turns out to not be the case Brandon moves heaven and earth and spends what ever it takes to hide that fact.

 The third Video was a more usual competent job. Since it was Sunday again. Tammy spent the morning grovelling before Brandon reciting her mantra. I could scarcely believe that Tammy had been with him for over a week. I had to find some way to end this. This had gone beyond "far enough." I knew that Tammy would put up with what she had to for the sake of the kids and me but I wanted an end to it. 

 The rest of the video was obviously scripted. Tammy sat naked on the couch and listed the charms and talents of Brandon. Tammy sounded very convincing but I thought it probable she was reading off cue cards. The praises she gave Brandon were frankly, laughable. It was a list of things that guys tend to believe about themselves. The self praise we inflate our egos with until pricked by the women in our lives when they point out how far below a man's listed reality falls short of his actual abilities.

 After her lauding praise, Brandon led Tammy to his bed and proceeded to tie her spread eagle to the bed. Gently he kissed her all over, delightedly suckling Tammy's still healing nipples. As he kissed Tammy he her shout "Her Master" every time he said "Who does slave Tammy love?" Brandon must have had her shout those words scores of times as he kissed up and down the length of her body and spent nearly an hour eating her out. It was as if Brandon thought he could will Tammy into loving him.

I looked at my wife trussed up for Brandon's pleasure and my heart broke. I knew that Tammy had more than fulfilled her bargain. As I watched Brandon slide his cock into my wife I also realized that I needed help and information that only an inside source could give me. I knew this town was small enough for me to find the information I needed.



Boss From Hell Ch. 08



Sandy, insisted that I take her to a fancy restaurant in the next town. I gave Marie enough money to buy pizza for her kids and my own . They would spend the night at her place, which was not uncommon when it was the weekend. The fact that It was Monday caused Marie to ask pointed questions which I had to dodge. Leaving my neighbor with more questions than answers, I at last made my escape.

I did not consider this cheating on my wife. It was research needed to liberate her. Sandy looked very nice indeed in her slinky shimmering dress. Her dark hair and flashing eyes were quite beautiful as was her slim, taught form. Brandon always did have excellent taste in women. When Sandy looked at me she had lust in her eyes. I was going to try my best to get out of this night without having to be unfaithful to my wife, but if need be I would exchange sex for the information I needed. 

"Am I still beautiful, Randall?" was her first question. I spent the very expensive dinner buttering her up. At first all Sandy wanted to do was make eyes at me and whine about what a bastard Brandon is. To make any headway I finally I had to level with her and tell her the entire situation.

"So Brandon is keeping Tammy as a slave?" she asked.

"Yes. I need your help to end this."

Sandy got an angry look in her face and said, "Brandon always was a bastard, but this is pathetic even for him. I always liked Tammy even if she is a little blonde angel who makes it so much harder for perfect brunettes like me. There was a time when I hated Tammy because you found her more attractive than me, but that passed with age. When I was married to Brandon I thought his wealth and promises of affection could keep me happy. Now I just like to spend his alimony on pretty things that dull the pain. I should have been like your Tammy and married a genuine guy. Brandon is phonier than a three hundred dollar bill. I will give you the information you want Randall but you have to make me feel beautiful and desired tonight. I'm shallow, I'll admit that, but unlike Brandon I am fully aware of how shallow I am."

I left Sandy's luxury apartment at six the next morning. I felt like a cad. Sandy gave me the information I needed in carefully rationed increments. She would not spill all of the beans until I took her home and gave her what she wanted. Naked Sandy is really something but Tammy is so much more beautiful. I had to admit that my serpent brain took more than a bit of delight in sexually satisfying a woman who had once been Brandon's. Still, I hoped that if the time ever came when I had to confess this infidelity to Tammy that she would understand and forgive me.

My timing in sweet talking Sandy could not have been better Tuesday turned out to be the butler's night off, the perfect day to strike. The kids would have field day all day at school. I called in sick and started to work on getting my wife back. It took me all day and the fees for all the copies I made was a dent in my pocket I did not regret in the least. I had Marie bring the kids to and from soccer practice after school. When they got home I ordered Chinese and bribed them into going to bed early. Fortunately field day and soccer had completely worn them out and they were soon asleep. It was too dangerous to hire a sitter under the circumstances so I took a calculated risk of leaving the kids unattended in a locked house. It was time to make like a ninja.

One of the few great things about living in a small town is that you come to know every street, every building, and every shadow along the roads. I spent hours adhering lovely photos of Brandon to every lamp post, wall and public space. I had grabbed the picture from one of the video clips he had sent me. The lighting and shadows were perfect. Using photo shop I took away his six-pack and shrank his penis to infant size. It was an expert job if I do say so myself. Adorning it was the legend "Revealed, the REAL reason why his wives left him!" Even if my handiwork was discovered before daybreak, there is no way that Brandon's people could remove them all before every citizen in town saw one on their way to work or school. Brandon needed to be humiliated as well as dropped from his pinnacle. How could he answer the evidence in my poster? Fax everybody in town a picture of his junk?

At about the same time every negotiator for the union at the mill and nearly every voting member anonymously received the clip of Brandon pontificating to Tammy. That the clip included Brandon saying "I'm smarter than any of the monkeys that work for me especially those dolts who negotiate their contracts with me. If they knew how much the mill was REALLY bringing down, those sharks would eat me alive." was pure manna from heaven 

Now for phase two. In addition to telling me which night the butler was off, Sandy told me where Brandon kept the key to his back door and where the switch to the home security system was. Sandy said that when she lived there the password had been "Brandon Is cool" all strung together as one word Brandon was not the sort of guy to change a password he liked even if his ex wife knew it. Sandy drew a basic layout of the house as well. I had to go down on her for an hour and a half to get that diagram.

Getting over the fence in back of the house would not be a problem. Brandon spent most of his security dollars on the front of his property. Brandon thought he was smarter than the security guards who wanted to alarm the whole property. Brandon can nickle and dime with the best of them, by scrimping on the back fence he saved a whopping 1,000 dollars. 

Still clad in black I scaled the fence in the darkest part of the yard. I was extremely fortunate that Brandon hated animals of all kinds. He could not even abide having guard dogs on his property lest he step in an errant pile of crap. In retrospect, fucking Sandy was completely worth it. The key was just where she said it would be. Brandon never considered moving the key. Tammy told me that he was a creature of habit once he decided on a place for something it stayed there. 

I did not have the time to get a gun. I also feared that had I bought a gun I would have gone in firing rapidly and might have hit Tammy. Also I'm not a murderer no matter how many times I envisioned slitting Brandon's throat only bad things would come to me if I killed him. For enforcement I carried a Louisville Slugger. Whether I used it or not would be entirely up to Brandon. I let myself into the house silently, turned off the home alarm system and made a bee line for the bedroom.

Tammy caught sight of me first. She was facing the foot of the bed while Brandon's cock was sliding in and out of her anus. Brandon's eyes were closed, a blissful smile on his face. I realized that another few steps I would be on camera.

Tammy's eye's grew large and she gasped.

"Oh you like that, don't you my little slave."

"Unhand my wife!" I yelled.

Brandon's eyes snapped open. Tammy slid to the floor.

"You! Get the fuck out of my house Randy! This deal is off!"

"The HELL it is! Replied Tammy.

"The key is in the right hand drawer of that desk honey." said Tammy as she pointed to a piece of furniture behind me. I bashed open the lock on the drawer with my bat and quickly located the key. As I preformed this task, Tammy turned to Brandon and said.

"Brandon you worthless shit. I'm going home!. I fulfilled your bargain your creepy pervert and I know the box number in the bank. If you do not end our deal and let me go home with my husband. I will tell him to go to work with that baseball bat. Afterwords I will tell the cops that you tried to rape me and that he came to my defense. Face it Brandon, you may have power in this town but you are not loved. Do you REALLY think the cops are going to investigate your death that thoroughly? "

Tammy then picked up a wine glass from a table next to the bed, poured its contents on the white shag rug and proceeded to break the stem off the wine glass. Before either Brandon or I realized what was happening, Tammy plunged the jagged edge of the wine glass stem into Brandon's crotch! Blood spurted out and Brandon began to writhe in pain.

"THAT is for permanently marking me you prick!"

As Brandon lay there trying to staunch the flow of the blood and crying like a little girl. Tammy grabbed one of Brandon's robes and threw it around herself.

"Let's get out of here darling," she said to me as I pocketed the key.

"But I thought you loved ME!" croaked Brandon between his cries.

"You wish Brandon. I won't deny you are a talented lover but you have the personality of a sump pump. Any chance that you had with me ended when you made your alterations to MY body. If you weren't such an asshole, I MIGHT have considered, at least for a little while, moving in with you. But no, you had to become my god. I'm through worshiping you Brandon and I hope your pecker NEVER works again."

I made a move to take Tammy in my arms but she insisted that we get out of the house as quickly as possible. I agreed and we sped out of Brandon's mansion. My car was parked in a dark side road.

As we drove home Tammy said, 

"What took you so long? I don't know how much more of that I could have stood."

When we arrived home we could hear the sound of sirens. Not doubt the cops and an ambulance off to Brandon's place. Tammy and I stayed up all night, expecting a visit from the police any moment but no patrol car appeared before our door. Brandon no doubt realized that his cameras, while capturing Tammy's crime, were also full of malfeasance on his part. 

The kids were overjoyed to find their mother home and wanted to skip the half day of school. However we made them go so that the two of us could get to the bank the moment it opened. As we drove to the bank Tammy laughed at the dozens of posters of my version of naked Brandon that we passed. Even now some of Brandon's lackeys were diligently trying to expunge them from public view. 

I could not help but notice that some of Brandon's own people were chuckling as they took down my art work.

I found out that I did not have to go to work that day. The union at the mill had called for a wildcat strike to cause immediate renegotiation of the contract between it and plant management. Brandon Ferris had woken up to the worst day of his life.

As soon as possible, Tammy and I said our goodbyes to Waterford. We were very quiet about our departure. We had a small going away party with a few friends and packed everything that would fit into a moving van and our cars. I drove the kids for a last look around and then sped out of town to catch up with Tammy and the van.

Brandon did not make trouble. He refused to name the woman who had maimed him to the police. The local cops snickered and figured that Brandon had at last met a housewife or secretary capable of saying no. Brandon's power was such that the cops chose to not push the issue. Tammy was pissed when she heard from rumor central that his injuries, despite being very bloody were not serious. I was relieved. It was probably a major reason Brandon was letting us go. Brandon was concerned about bigger things now. Getting the union to even sit down with him was going to severely cut into his bottom line. Brandon threatened to move the operation to China, but everyone at the mill knew better. The mill was Brandon's livelihood. Selling the plant would not bring him enough money to retire on and the way Brandon spent money, he needed a steady income. Of course now he would have to reign himself in somewhat, but the townsfolk would all be living better. 

Our new home is our every dream come true. The kids made lots of new friends and love the summer people when they come. They also love it when they have the town to themselves and a few of their friends in the off season. Tommy and I love the hunting and the fishing. Gretchen and Tammy are a bit less enthusiastic about that but they devour the naturally beauty just as much. The girls love the shopping in town in all the quaint shops with the same fervor we boys like to fish.

A few nights after I liberated Tammy. The two of us had a heart to heart talk. Tammy confessed that she really enjoyed a lot of the sex with Brandon. "If he had a real personality he could be the best husband and lover on the planet, but his ego is too shallow and self-absorbed. But he IS phenomenal in the sack. It is really weird how he understands instinctively what to give a woman in bed but hasn't the faintest notion on how to treat her anywhere else."

Tammy said that she did not want to hurt me just that she was being honest. I confessed to her that the way Brandon treated her turned me on far more than I wanted to admit. When Tammy viewed the videos she saw what I meant and agreed that she looked very beautiful in them. She wanted me to save the videos "For those days, years from now when I am an old crone." I told her she would never turn into one of those. At last she broached the real subject. The time with Brandon made Tammy realize how much she enjoyed sex and how our own sex life had been lagging lately and how it had little variety or novelty. ... Eventually Tammy confessed that she wanted to take an occasional lover. She thought I would benefit from one as well. "There are a lot of things I sublimated as a housewife," she said. That night we talked well into the next morning. I eventually saw the wisdom of Tammy's idea. It helped that she wasn't pissed in the least when I told her what I had to do to get Sandy to cooperate. 

There are many young and beautiful couples who come to this resort. They enjoy the summer air and look very handsome on the sunny beaches.We make enough money now to hire a nanny. On summer nights you are apt to find Tammy and I engaging in conversation with these young, and often horny, couples. A few times a summer, we encounter the perfect couple and we let them take us home. I can still recall one night, while enjoying another wife, I looked across the room just as her husband discovered Tammy's tattoo. As he oohed and aahed, Tammy winked at me and signaled in our secret language "I love you."



Boss From Hell



Tammy ignored Brandon's harsh words and asked, "May I say farewell to Randall, my husband?"

Brando put on a petulant look and replied, "I own you now he is currently not your husband. I suppose, however that you will be out of sorts and recalcitrant if I do not allow you some closure with Randall. You have five minutes to say goodbye. I will also allow you to send a video message to your children tonight so that you can explain to them why mommy can't come home for a month." Brandon looked at his watch and said. "The clock starts now!" 

Tammy came over to me and wrapped me in her arms she kissed me with amazing intensity and then whispered in my ear. "Every moment, no mater what he makes me do, I will be thinking of you. I will never stop loving you and I will pray for you and the children every day. I love you honey and I ALWAYS will." Clenched tight in my fist the whole time was Tammy's rings.

I wanted to hold onto Tammy forever but Brandon coughed to indicate that our time was up and he held his hand out for Tammy to take. Once my wife returned to his side Brandon took a pair of simple sandals from his brief case. He helped Tammy put them on. Brandon looked at me with the most shit eating grin on his face and said,

"Randall, I will return her on the first day of July just after midnight. Be a very good boy. I don't want you staking out my house or trying to peer over my fences. I will keep you updated as to the progress of my slave's training. Good night."

Then, just like that, Brandon led my wife out to the driveway and opened the passenger side door for her and buckled her in. My heart felt like it had fallen one hundred stories as my boss' car pulled out of my driveway and off in the direction of his house. I stared at the retreating car until it was lost to my vision. I went inside the house shortly after and shattered several dishes. My rage was so intense I had to vent some of it before my kids came home, lest I take it out on them. Never before in my life had I felt so impotent. 

I finished sweeping up the dishes just before Marie from next door returned my son and daughter. I explained that Tammy had been picked up by a friend. We had a late dinner and I did my best to explain to my kids the absence of their mother. While my son was in the bath I got a text message from Brandon telling me to check my e-mail. There were two video files one was labeled "For the kids", the other was labeled "NOT for the Kids".

Once the kids were ready for bed I gathered them in front of the computer and played the video for them. The picture faded in to Tammy, wearing what was obviously one of Brandon's dress shirts. Above her collar, she wore a smile, which I could tell was forced, and addressed the kids.

"Gretchen, Tommy, Mommy has to spend the next month apart from you. I am going to a kind of school. I can't come home until school is over but I will be thinking of you always. Mind Daddy and be good little children. I promise you that we will have lots of fun together when Mommy returns. Rest assured my angels, I will make up for this absence in many nice ways once school is over. I'm going to say goodnight now and wish you pleasant dreams." She blew each of the kids a kiss and the picture faded to black. 

I just managed to wipe the tears from my eyes before the kids turned to face me. I answered their questions as best as I could, trying to weave a protective cloak of misinformation about them. I must have done a good job because the only tough question was from Gretchen, "Did you buy that pretty necklace Mommy was wearing, Daddy?" 

I don't recall how I answered that question and how I managed to keep from breaking down in tears as I bull shitted away. At long last the kids were asleep and I thought it safe to view the other video file.

The picture faded in to Brandon's taunting smile. "Greetings Randall. The videos I will send in subsequent days will be more detailed. I did not have much time with my slave today but I am looking forward to the days ahead. As you watch this she is sleeping in my bed, emotionally and physically exhausted. She was very eager to please me today. She must really want to move to South Carolina." The rest of the video was edited together clips. Brandon parading a naked Tammy through his house, giving her a tour. He kissed Tammy repeatedly for long periods of time. Brandon demonstrated to Tammy how he would punish her for misbehaving. I saw him take a small paddle, bend my wife over his lap and then he spanked her ten times very hard. Tammy's eyes watered but she refused to cry. The next clip was of Brandon giving Tammy a bath and afterwards trimming her bush until it resembled the capital letter 'B' all the while Brandon provided and unctuous commentary describing all of the things he had planned for my wife. There was a clip of her preforming another fellatio session on Brandon and the inevitable; from the view of a remote camera in the bedroom I saw Brandon fuck my wife hard. To my consternation Tammy sounds of passion were identical to those she made for me! I would have though she would provide Brandon with a fake orgasm sound. But as I watched and saw how her body reacted, there could be no doubt that she had really orgasmed. It was like a dagger made from liquid nitrogen had entered my heart. Suddenly I was far more fearful of the month ahead than I had been before. Sleep did not come to me at all that night.