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A Conspiracy to Defraud...

By: enovelist



Dear readers, this is another long segment in the Barry and Carol story. If you are looking for a quick "kiss and fuck" story, this is not it. As this is Part III of a continuing story, it would be advantageous for the reader to have read "A Conspiracy to Commit..." and "A Conspiracy to Deceive..." before tackling this section.

Also, there will be a Part IV segment where I hope to be able to conclude the Barry and Carol story. I don't want to "milk this story" any longer than it already is. Although Barry and Carol keep after me to tell more about their most interesting lifestyle.

Happy reading, and I would appreciate any and all comments that you might have about my writing and character development. 

Chapter 1

Life is Good.

Steven Chase had gone on his extended European vacation two weeks ago. 

Barry had slipped into his role as acting CEO as if it were a tailor made suit. The fit was perfect.

Initially, there had been some negative reaction within the executive staff to Barry's appointment and his hands-on management style as opposed to Steven Chase's delegation style of management. 

Barry started one-on-one meetings with each of the staff members. He told them that it was not going to be a 'love-in' arrangement. In those meetings he told each of them, both the male and females members of the staff, what he expected of them. He wasn't one to select favorites or build an inner circle of confidants. It was to be a full team organization, or else. The grumbling ceased soon afterwards. Everyone was too busy making sure their areas of responsibility were being properly taken care of.

One of the many duties of the CEO position was presenting a human face of GeoTex to the outside world. There was also the public relations exposure that was required. Meetings with civic and political groups. Charity events and corporate sponsorships were now placed on Barry's shoulders. At first he was hesitant to move into those events with his usual vigor. Most of those events required that his spouse accompany him. Having Carol by his side gave him greater confidence as they both gained acceptance from the other high profile attendees.

Carol was thrilled with this new social status. Barry encouraged her to enhance her wardrobe and accessories. Carol needed very little encouragement to do that. Her female shopping gene got a full work out for the next several weeks as she performed the shopping chore for the both of them. 

For the gown and black tie events, Carol would be one of the most stunning dressed females at the event. Although, never pushing past the sex-dress boundaries, she did dress in a manner that accentuated all of her feminine features. Barry was a proud escort for her.

Even though he had a demanding work schedule, Barry would not let an evening or a weekend go by where he and Carol did not sit down and talk about their feelings and desires. Life was good and seemed in all respects to be getting better for both of them. The Les / Carol affair was still tucked away in the back of their minds. But, it was no longer a damaging factor in rebuilding their 'new' marriage.

Another one of Barry's management traits, was conducting on-site visits at the various GeoTex operations. In his previous role as the chief troubleshooter for the company, his visit to a GeoTex operation was not always received with 'open arms'. Still, he wanted to visit most of the GeoTex operations in his new role as acting CEO. He wondered if his visits would be better received this time? Somehow, there was no doubt in his mind that they would be. So it is, when you have the 'power'.

"Rita, what time does the plane leave for my trip to Houston?" Barry asked as Rita brought in a stack of papers he requested to take on his trip to the Houston facility.

Rita had a surprised look on her face as his question seemed to be out of place.

"The plane will leave whenever you get there, Mr. Knoll." She replied.

Barry looked back up at her with a smile on his face. "I guess I'll just have to get used to traveling on the corporate jet, won't I?" 

After years of worrying about airline schedules and planning his day around their departure times, the idea that he would leave 'whenever he got there' was a new and exciting concept for him.

The company car moved through the airport security gate after just a brief stop. It drove over to the private aircraft section of the airport and came to a stop next to a gleaming white, red and gold Hawker aircraft with the GeoTex logo painted on the tail.

"Hello Mr. Knoll. I'm Gerald Finch, the pilot. This is Bob Lewis, the co-pilot and this young lady is Ms. Cassandra Gallo, she's the cabin assistant." The pilot extended his hand and the two men exchanged greetings. "We'll be ready to take off any time you want."

"That's great Captain Finch. Now is as good a time as any to get this bird in the air." Barry felt a surge of ego status build up inside himself as he walked up the stairs into the plane. The interior furnishings and decor were tastefully done. Something, he was sure, that Steven Chase had personally specified. Barry took a seat mid-cabin and placed his briefcase in the compartment next to the seat. 

"I can stow that briefcase if you would like, Mr. Knoll." The voice was sweet and charming. The smile was gracious and inviting. 

"No thanks, Ms. Gallo. I have some reading I want to do during the flight." 

"Oh please, Mr. Knoll. You don't have to be that formal with me. I really do prefer if you would call me Cassie. It makes me feel more comfortable." She smiled at him. 

"Fine Cassie. I have no problem with that." Barry smiled back as the cabin notification light went on indicating that the plane was about to taxi for take-off. Cassie went to the rear of the cabin and buckled herself in for take off.

The plane was much quieter than the commercial airliners that Barry was used to flying. It moved smoothly and quickly down the runway and was airborne in a matter of a few seconds. Smooth and quiet...words that popped into Barry's mind as the plane left the runway and angled upwards toward its cruising altitude. Chicago Midway airport quickly faded away as the plane banked southward and pointed its nose toward Texas.

Barry's mind was focused on the folder in his hands. It was an executive summary of the Houston operation. Names and numbers that he wanted to commit to memory before the plane touched down at William P. Hobby airport.

"Is there anything I can get you, Mr. Knoll?" The sweet voice asked. "Anything you want?" He thought that she had stressed the word 'anything'. 

"Not at this moment, Cassie. Maybe in a few minutes." Barry responded as he smiled back at her.

"Fine. Just remember that I'm here to be of service during the flight. To make the flight as enjoyable as possible for you." Now he was sure of it! Her voice definitely had a heavy sexy tone to it. It couldn't be what he thought she was hinting at.....could it?

This would only be a one day, over night visit to Houston. 

Yet, it would be the first time that Barry was not going to be home in the evening since the infamous Boise trip. Carol would be home alone tonight. She would go to sleep in their large bed all alone. He would spend the night in a hotel room wondering how she was coping without him there beside her. Their first 'trust separation' since they began rebuilding their marriage.

Barry had thought about bringing Carol along on this trip. He knew that she would enjoy shopping the upscale stores in Houston while he was busy at the GeoTex operation. But, he decided that it was time to add some stress into the mix. He would leave her at home, placing time and distance between them. How would Carol react to the separation, even though it was just for one night? Good question.

As he was being driven to the GeoTex offices, he called Carol. The phone rang twice before she answered it.

"Hello, Barry. I know this is you calling." She said immediately even though Barry didn't say a word to her. "I love you and miss you already."

"Wow. My wife is now a psychic." Barry said laughing into the phone. "Great trip down here. I'm on my way to the offices. I just wanted to call and tell you that I love you too."

"Promise me that you won't make a week long trip out of this, lover. I know how you can get involved in things. Promise me." There was a pleading in her voice as she envisioned those long lonely weeks when he was away on past business trips.

"That's an easy promise for me to make, my dear." Barry replied. "I'm not down here on a troubleshooting mission. Just a friendly face-to-face meeting with the people in charge of the operation. Nothing more."

"Just one night away, darling?" She asked as to reinforce his promise.

"Yes. We are having a dinner and reception tonight at the hotel. I suspect that it will be late night before it ends. I'll crash down here for the night and then after a quick morning meeting at the offices, I'll fly back to Chicago. I should be home before eight o'clock." 

"Why is it that I feel so lonely already, lover? I never felt this way before when you left for a trip." Carol was trying to keep him on the phone a little while longer.

A nasty thought jumped into Barry's brain. "You weren't lonely before, because after I left on my trip, Les came over and took my place!" The thought exploded inside his brain like a land mine. He had to shake his head to get rid of that ugly thought.

"I have to hang up now, my dear. We're at the office building. If I can, I'll call you tonight. No promise there. I don't know how busy it will get for me." Barry's voice had a different ring to it.

"Please, Barry. Call me before you go to bed. I don't care what time it is. I don't care if you wake me up. Just please call me." He could hear the tightness in her throat.

"Ok, I'll call you when I slip into bed. I gotta go. Bye, love." 

The remainder of the day was filled with meetings and facility tours. Lunch was brought into the large conference room as the top executives were trying to score points with the new man at the top. It was another ego boost for Barry, but he kept it well hidden and under control.

It was after six o'clock that the last meeting ended. Barry was driven over to the Westin hotel where he was booked for the night, and where the dinner meeting was going to be held later. He wanted to take a shower and change into a fresh shirt before going down for the dinner.

As he walked into the hotel lobby, he saw the three crew members of the GeoTex jet sitting in the open lounge area with drinks in their hands. He waved and nodded toward them as he moved toward the check-in desk. The desk clerk had everything already entered into the computer.

Signing the register, he took the key and then turned around quickly. He almost bumped into Cassie standing behind him. She smiled at him.

"How did the day go for you, Mr. Knoll?" She asked with a most friendly tone to her voice.

"Just fine, Cassie. Nothing more than a lot of sit down meetings." He replied with a smile on his face.

"Is there anything I can do for you this evening? There's not much to keep me busy. Although I did bring along a mystery novel to read." No doubt about, he thought to himself, this young lady is coming on to me! 

Barry was speechless for a couple of long seconds. Their eyes locked and a shiver raced up his back. "Nothing required tonight, Cassie. I have a dinner engagement that I have to attend in less than an hour." 

She made a small pouting face which then changed into a hopeful smile. "Call me later if you need anything, Mr. Knoll." She turned and walked back to where the pilot and co-pilot were sitting.

The elevator was empty as it ascended to the tenth floor. All Barry could think of were the sexual innuendoes that Cassie was spilling out all over him. Were her actions and words just an fluke? Or was this some sort of initiation into the corporate jet-set flying club? 

All of these thoughts banged around inside his head. Some of the thoughts even excited him. They aroused him and he could feel a response in the crotch of his pants. Other thoughts were not so pleasant. Was this some sort of set-up? Was someone trying to get him into a compromising position and then black-mail him. He had read about situations like that.

Pushing all those thought our of his mind, he quickly showered, shaved and got dressed for the evening. He was the top dog in the company now, and he needed to keep that in prospective. Steven would not approve of any sexual misconduct by his senior executives. And no lovely young pussy or a one night stand was worth jeopardizing his career at GeoTex.

The dinner was top notch and all the table talk was upbeat. No paranoid frightened executives in this crowd. He was pleased with the team spirit and the take-charge attitude of the General Manager and his staff. Just what Barry had hoped to find down here. The dinner and after-dinner speeches lasted till almost midnight.

As Barry entered his room, visions of sweet Cassie flashed in his mind. Smiling to himself, he placed the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the outside door handle. It took only a few minutes for him to get ready for bed. He picked up the telephone and called his home. The phone rang about six times before he heard his wife's sleepy voice.

"Sorry, darling. I didn't want to wake you, but you made me promise to call when I was going to bed." Barry sounded apologetic.

"You're phone call interrupted a most pleasant dream I had of you and I making passionate love." Her voice was slow and sounded very sleepy. "But, hearing your voice is much more thrilling than any old dream, my love."

"I will let you get back to your wonderful dream, darling. Everything is fine down here. Great dinner and a great bunch of people running this operation. I still plan to fly out of here in the afternoon and be home around eight o'clock." He paused for a moment. "You can decide if you want to go out for a late supper or if we just stay at home."

"Once you get home, lover, we're not going any place but this bedroom." Carol's voice was dripping with sex.

"I look forward to that, darling. Now I'm going to hang up. You can get back to your wonderful dream." 

"Do you want me waiting with my leather straps and standing in The Position when you come home, master?" Barry's cock went rigid instantly. Carol's naked form flashed in his mind. 

"Surprise me, fuck-slut!" He responded.

"Yes, master."

"Bye now......." Was all Barry could say as he hung up.

He called down to the front desk. Placed a wake up call for seven thirty. Then an order for room service breakfast to be delivered at seven forty-five in the morning. He also told the clerk not to pass any phone calls through to his room for the rest of the night.

Sleep came quickly as he started dreaming about his lovely wife and the fabulous sex session they would have when he arrived home tomorrow night. Sometime in the middle of his sleep session, Cassie walked into his dream. 

The telephone rang at seven thirty. It was his wake up call. As he got out of bed, he noticed a big wet spot where he was sleeping. "A wet dream?" He thought to himself as he stepped into the shower.

As the warm water began to revive him, his mind flipped back to his dream. It was then that he realized that it was Cassie in his dream who was responsible for the wet spot in bed. He turned the water on cold, just to reduce the swelling in his groin area.

Fully dressed, breakfast completed, Barry left his hotel room and rode the elevator to the lobby. The company car and driver were waiting for him as he walked out of the hotel. As the driver maneuvered into the rush hour traffic, Barry took out his cell phone and dialed his home. 

Carol answered on the second ring.

"Hello, lover. I knew that you would call. I was standing here anticipating the sound of your wonderful voice."

"Sorry madam." Barry said trying to disguise his voice. "This is your cable company calling to ask about your cable TV service." 

"Like hell it is, Barry! And if this is the cable company....go to hell!" Carol said laughing at Barry's poorly conceived prank.

"Morning, darling. Did you get back to sleep after I called?" He asked.

"Not right away. I must confess that it took a little bit of finger persuasion and a small orgasm to finally let me get back to sleep." She paused, sucked in a deep breath and then said. "You're not mad at me for being a naughty girl are you, master?"

"Yes, I am. You didn't ask my permission to for that orgasm. You know I will have to punish you when I get home." Barry's voice was now stern and had a hard bite to it.

"Oh yes, master. I have been naughty and I disobeyed you by not asking if I could masturbate myself. I do need to be punished in order to mend my disrespectful ways." Carol's voice had a distinct submissive tone to it. Was it just role playing?

"I will be thinking of an appropriate punishment for you, fuck-slut. Now hang up." Barry said to her as he pressed the 'end call' button on his cell phone.

There was a definite straining in the crotch of his pants as he exited the car and walked into the office building. He went straight to the men's room before he went to meet with the general manager.

The morning meetings went by quickly. Barry complimented each of the six senior executives for their performance over the past year. As the meeting was nearing an end, Barry opened his briefcase and took out six boxes. He handed each of the executives a Mont Blanc pen and pencil set. A small token gift for their excellent performance.

During a break in the meeting, the administrative assistant called Gerald Finch to tell him that Mr. Knoll would be leaving earlier than originally planned. 

It was just after one o'clock that the company car pulled up to the waiting Hawker jet. The pilot was already in the cockpit, Bob Lewis was waiting at the bottom of the stairs. Cassie Gallo was nowhere to be seen.

Barry boarded the plane and as he entered the cabin, he noticed Cassie already seated with her seat belt buckled. He nodded toward her as he took his seat and buckled up for the take off. 

The click-clack sounds of typing on a lap top computer were the only sounds that filled the cabin as the plane reached cruising altitude. Then in a very solemn and serious voice, Cassie asked. "Is there anything that I can get for you, Mr. Knoll." Gone from her voice were the sexy subtle tones and the warm inviting smile.

"Nothing now, Cassie. Thank you." He said never looking up from his computer screen. The young woman returned to her seat, there was a very disappointed look on her face. 

Barry made a mental note to do a personnel check on each member of the flight crew. He also would check with a few of the other senior VP's to see if there was any special 'protocol' that went along with flying on the corporate jet.

It was five fifteen when the Hawker pulled up to the hanger. Cassie had not come around to see if Barry needed anything for the remainder of the trip. She stayed in the rear of the cabin reading her novel.

As the plane came to a halt, Barry was quickly out of his seat. An old habit he had gotten into when flying commercial airlines. First up and first out, was his motto. 

The co-pilot came out of the cockpit and released the door and the steps.

"Thank you. It was a great flight." He said to the pilot and co-pilot as he walked down the steps and into the waiting car. He didn't see Cassie as the car drove away.

The trip had been very successful for him. He had imprinted his management style and set the goals for the Houston team. They would be pumped up and anxious to continue performing at a very high standard. Buoyed by the success of this first trip, Barry would now set up similar meetings with the rest of the operations. Even though his was just the acting CEO, eventually he hoped the 'acting' title would be removed. When that happened, he wanted a well motivated staff running each of the GeoTex operations for him.


A Conspiracy to Defraud...



As the car sped away from the airport, Barry called home to alert Carol that he was on his way home. 

"Oh my god!" She cried out into the phone. "I better get ready, Master! Is there anything else you require of me?"

"Nothing more, fuck-slut. Just be sure that you are prepared for my arrival." He said as he pressed the End button on his cell phone.

Barry's mind jumped forward to what he knew was awaiting him at home. A sly devilish smile came across his face as he began to envision the awesome sex session that he and his sub would enjoy this evening.

Chapter 2

A New Level of Dom/sub Session

Carol was in the den, standing in The Position as he entered the doorway. 

There was a tremendous urge for her to rush forward and throw her arms around his neck, kiss him passionately and welcome him home with her naked body. But, she remained frozen in her statuesque pose. She had disobeyed him last night, punishment was coming. She did not want to displease him again.

His eyes took into this perfect form standing before him. She was completely naked except for the leather collar around her neck and the leather straps on her ankles and wrists. 

A rush of mix emotions welled up inside him. 

There was the raw nerve emotion as his mind did a quick flash back to her standing in that same pose while the camera recorded her adulterous actions. There was the conflicting emotion of his true love and devotion to this stunning female who was his wife. And still another strong emotion for him to dominate this willing submissive female. 

Right now the dominant emotion was in charge.

The house was very quiet. No sounds from the stereo or the TV. No spoken words or body sounds. Just a thunderous silence as Barry stood there admiring his naked wife. 

Carol's eyes were focused on Barry's face. Her eyes did not blink or shift from side to side. Frozen eyes, frozen stare. She would remain in this pose for hours if that's what her Master chose for her. Her bodily comfort was of little consequence, all that mattered was pleasing her Master.

Finally, Barry move all the way into the room. He stopping a few feet away from Carol when he gave her his first order.

"Strip me, fuck-slut! And don't wrinkle any of my clothes!" He barked at her.

Immediately, her hands came away from the back of her neck and she took a step toward him. Without a word or a smile, she removed his suit jacket. Folding it carefully, she placed it on the sofa beside him. Then with nimble fingers, she unknotted his tie and slowly pulled it from his neck. It was a slow and sensuous motion. The tie was folded neatly and placed on to of the jacket.

Without any direction, she dropped slowly to her knees. She bent forward at the waist and kissed the top of each of his shoes. Then she untied the shoe laces. Removing the left shoe first, then the right shoe. She placed the shoes precisely next to each other on the floor by the sofa. His socks would remain on his feet, for the time being. She rose up from her knees and stood in front of him again.

Her face remained strong and stoic as she began to unbutton his shirt. Neither one of them was in a hurry. This was the slow mating ritual of a sub obeying her Master's command. Nothing was to be rushed. There was no hurry in any of her movements. First the buttons down the front of the shirt, then the button on each sleeve. With both hands moving slowly over his chest, she pulled the shirt from inside the pants, and then slowly off of his shoulders. 

His eyes met hers for a brief second. Unemotional eyes meeting briefly, unemotional eyes moving away and back to her the task she was ordered to perform. The shirt was folded properly and set down on the sofa.

The belt gave her fingers some resistance as she tried to slip the end through the metal buckle. It took her several tries to finally free the leather belt from the buckle. Just as slowly as she pulled his tie from his neck, she now pulled the leather belt from his waist. She rolled the belt into a tight circle and placed it on the sofa.

The top button, then the zipper and then the inner button of his pants were undone with slow precision. She slid the pants down his legs and around his ankles. Back on her knees, he stepped out of the left pant leg first, then the right pant leg. Standing back up, she inverted the pants, aligned the seams of each leg and then folded the pants in half. Another article of clothing laid neatly on the sofa.

Taking the bottom of his T-shirt into her hands she carefully began to lift it up toward his head. Barry did what he needed to do, he raised his arms up as she pulled the white cotton shirt over his head. Neatly folded and set down on top of his dress shirt,

Another careful movement to her knees. Then her hands went to his waist as she gently pulled at the elastic band on his jockey briefs. As the elastic band moved down from his waist, his hard cock sprang forward, inches from her face. There was an immediate and overwhelming urge for her to open her mouth, take all of his rigid manhood inside and suck it hungrily. 

Again, another unfilled desire for her. Her Master had not commanded her to suck him. Her desire would have to wait for that command.

His briefs removed, he stood there naked except for his socks. Still on her knees, Carol removed his left sock first and then the right sock. He stood above her, completely naked.

"Very well done, fuck-slut. Even my clothes were treated with respect by you. I will take that into account as I mete out your punishment." His spoke in a strong authoritative voice.

"Now, I want you to kiss my cock. Only the head of my cock. You are not to suck it or lick it until I give you permission. And don't touch it with your fuck-slut hands either." The Master had commanded.

Her lips touched the purple crown of his cock. Gently and lovingly she began to kiss it. Controlling the urge to open her mouth and engulf his cock was becoming very difficult for Carol. Still she followed her Master's command, she only kissed the head of his cock.

"Now stick out your tongue and lick the head of my cock, fuck-slut!" 

Her tongue flashed out of her mouth and began to lick all around the smooth surface of the mushroom shaped head. She wanted to grab the hard shaft into her hands and stroke it until it released all of its love seed. 

Another wanton desire that she was forced to suppress until that command was given. As hard as it was for Carol to control her urges to attack his cock with her mouth and hands, she knew that the punishment for those actions would be to severe to consider.

Barry was suffering a similar mental control problem. His internal heat was an inferno now. This slow patient moving toward the ultimate climax was almost impossible for him to control. He wanted to simply ravage her whole body right then and there.

Still, he knew that he needed to stay firmly in control. She would not respect him as her Master if he softened up now. There was a long hard ritual that needed to be completed before he could shed his Master role and become her loving husband again.

"Open your mouth, fuck-slut! I want to feel you lips around my cock!"

Her mouth opened instantaneously and move forward over his cock. A huge rush raced through her body as her lips locked around his cock. A soft moan from her throat as her head began to move slowly back and forth over his cock.

Barry knew that he wouldn't last very long with all of those electric sensations shooting up from his groin. Not wanting to climax too quickly, he moved back with his hips, pulling his cock from her mouth. She looked up at him in surprise. 

"I have better things to do with my cum than deposit it inside your fuck-slut mouth!" He hissed at her as he stepped back from her kneeling form. He picked up the leash and the whip from the table. With one hand, he reached over fastening the clip end of the leash to her neck collar. Turning toward the hallway, he started walking away from her, holding the end of the leash tightly in his hand. In his other hand was the cat-o-nine-tails leather whip.

Carol began crawling on all fours as she moved quickly behind him. It was as if he were leading an obedient dog on a leash as the two of them made their way down the hallway and inside the master bedroom. 

For Barry, all of Carol's actions since he walked in the door reinforced that man-god image in his mind. Everything he had commanded her to do was an ego rush for him. He was feeling good about being the Dom in this relationship.

Still, what he was about to do made a knot in his stomach and guilt feeling race across his mind. He was about to punish his disobedient fuck-slut. Yet, he knew that he was about to inflict pain upon the woman he loved. A real mental conflict of interest.

"On your feet, fuck-slut!" He shouted as he picked up several items from the dresser drawer. Carol stood up, the chain leash dangling down in front of her. 

"Raise your hands, fuck-slut!" 

He took her wrists and clipped a silver bar to the rings on her wrist straps. Lifting her hands high above her head, he attached the silver bar to one of the tall post at the foot of the four-poster bed. Carol's feet were straining to keep in contact with the floor. Her arms and shoulder muscles were stretched taunt as her full back and buttocks were exposed to receive his punishment.

Hanging there, waiting for the first blow from the whip, Carol was totally aroused. Her breathing was fast and shallow as a thin film of sweat glistened over her entire body.

The first blow from the whip came across her buttocks. It was not a hard stinging blow. The sound of leather slapping flesh made the blow seem more intense than it really was. 

Barry shivered as he heard the whip strike Carol's bare ass. He really didn't want to hurt her. This act of punishment was only meant to heighten the eroticism of the Dom/sub role playing that was part of this evening's sex session. The second blow was not any harder than then first. Yet, red stripe marks seemed to flare up on Carol's ass cheeks. 

The sight of Carol's ass cheeks turning red excited and revolted Barry at the same time. There were those angry voices again in his head that were screaming out for him to whip her body unmercifully. "Whip her ass harder! Flog her back with that whip! Punish this fuck-slut of a cheating wife!" They taunted him over and over again. Yet, he could not do that to this woman he loved. Maybe another woman, but not this one. Not brutally anyway. 

Carol would let out a deep groan as the whip lashed across her buttocks. The pain was not intense for her. She could feel her ass cheeks starting to burn a bit, but there was no excruciating pain associated with it.

Barry completed a dozen strokes. Her ass cheeks were a bright red by the time he stood back with the whip hanging limply in his hand. He had not flogged her back. He did not want to mark her there. 

There were tears streaming down Carol's face. Yet, her entire body was totally aroused by punishment inflicted on her by Master. Her mind would replay images in her mind as she was tied up and whipped by Les. He was the first man to ever take a whip to her body. 

Barry stepped up behind her and reached around grasping one of her breast in each of his hands. He leaned forward and kissed the back of her neck. His tongue flicked out against her ear lope as his hands continued to knead her breast. More rapid moaning from Carol's throat. She was straining to control the orgasm building inside her.

His rigid cock pressed against her abused buttocks causing her some pain and discomfort. All she could do was continue to moan as a flood of different sensations raced to her brain. Then she felt him pressing the handle end of the leather whip against her wet pussy. The leather handle was shaped in the form of a phallus. About 12" long and 1 ½" in diameter.

Her body tensed up as the smooth head of the phallus pushed into her pussy. Slowly and with a twisting motion, Barry pushed the leather handle deep inside her body. His one hand still contained her soft breast and hard nipple, the other hand worked the whip handle inside her pussy.

This was the first time he had ever penetrated her body with a foreign object. The low groan and the wiggle of her hips told him that the penetration was something pleasant for her, not something painful.

Leaving the leather phallus embedded in her pussy, he stepped back to the dresser and removed a tube of KY jelly from the drawer. He moved back behind her outstretched body and applied a gob of jelly to his index finger. He rubbed the jelly around her puckered rose bud. Applying more jelly to his finger, he began to push it against her resisting sphincter muscle. The finger won the battle. Carol moaned loudly as he pushed his finger tip inside her anal canal. First, one joint deep...then a second joint deep. A loud guttural groan from Carol's lips. A little more pushing...the entire finger was inside her tight anal canal. 

With his finger inside her ass, he could feel the hard leather phallus embedded inside her pussy through the thin membrane separating the anal canal from her vagina. He took the leather whip in his free hand and began to move the handle back and forth within her pussy as he flexed his finger inside her anal canal. 

Carol's head was twisting from side to side as powerful sensations raced up and down her spine. Her body trembled as the finger and phallus actions were about to push her over the edge. Sensing that Carol was about to climax, Barry increased the tempo of the phallus inside her pussy. Then, just as her orgasm was releasing itself, he jammed the handle as deep as he could inside her. Her orgasm exploded at the same instant that the sharp fiery stab of pain knifed into her brain. Her mouth opened wide as if to let out a loud scream, but no sounds came out of her mouth.

Blood seemed to drain from her brain as she suddenly felt very faint. Her head dropped forward to her chest as she hung by her arms from the post. It seemed that her body went limp for a moment before she recovered. Her orgasm was still exploding inside as her vaginal muscles clamped down around the leather phallus that was impaling her body.

Barry was in awe at the immense sense of power he had over this helpless woman. He could do anything he wanted with her body. There was no cries or pleading for him to stop the punishment he was inflicting on this naked body. He owned this body. He was the Lord and Master of this body.

With a single quick motion, he removed his finger from her asshole and the phallus from her pussy. The suddenness of this action caught Carol by surprise. A loud sigh escaped from her throat, almost like a sigh of relief. 

That relief was short lived. With another swift motion, he placed the round head of the leather phallus against her stretched sphincter muscle and then pushed the phallus deep inside her anal canal. Immediately her body stiffened. She raised up on her tip toes as if to try and escape from the hard penetration as this alien object that moved into her bowels.

This time the scream did burst fort from her wide opened mouth. A loud blood curdling scream that made Barry shiver. No doubt that he had induced severe pain inside her tight anal canal. The stretching caused by the thickness of the leather handle and the penetration deep inside her bowels caused a pain that she had never experienced before. Not even with the roughest treatment from her former Master, Les.

This time the lights went out in her head. Carol's scream was cut short as her head slumped forward. Her body went slack, hanging there like a limp rag doll.

Barry was terrified. He had pushed the punishment way to far. Much further than he had intended. He had been caught up in the euphoria of being the man-god and the sole owner of this submissive female. Now he was close to panic as he quickly removed the leather handle from her asshole. He threw the whip on the floor and reached up and disengaged the bar from the top of the post. Her arms dropped limp and her entire body collapsed into his arms.

A wave of fear griped Barry's mind and body. Had he seriously injured the woman he loved? Had his gotten so involved in his role playing that he exceeded the limits her body could tolerate? 

He carried her limp body over to the bed and gently laid her down on top of the covers. Jumping back up, he raced into the bathroom, grabbed a wet towel and a glass of water. Carol's eyes were close and her body seemed to sag into the bed. Barry began to wipe her face with the wet towel.

There was a soft moan from her throat as her body seemed to come back to life. Her eyes opened slowly as he continued to wipe the moist cloth along the side of her face. Then, as if realizing where she was and what had just happened to her, she began to cry.

Barry thought that she was crying from the pain he had caused her. But her words told him something different.

"Oh god Barry, I'm so sorry that I failed you. I wanted so much to be the submissive that you wanted me to be. I don't know what made me pass out like that. I didn't want to, I wanted to endure all the punishment you felt I deserved." Her voice was soft and halting as the words came out in an apologetic manner.

Barry lifted her body up to his. He hugged her tightly against his body as his said to her.

"No my sweet wife, you have nothing to be sorry for. It was all my fault." His voice was choked up as rocked her back and forth in his arms. "This was too extreme for me, I never want to do this again with you. You are my wife, not some cheap sex toy. Never again, I promise." 

"Oh please, lover. Don't blame yourself, I wanted this to happen. I still do. Next time I will be stronger. I will make myself stronger so I can please you." She kissed him on the mouth.

"There won't be a next time, darling. I just can't do this to you. I love you and you are my wife." He returned her kiss.

The rest of the night was spent with the two of them holding on to each other tightly and slowly moving into that very comfortable area of their minds. Sleep came to Barry first, even though his mind was filled with guilt and remorse. Carol could still feel a burning sensation deep inside her bowels. She was hoping that there wouldn't be any blood in her stool in the morning.

After that night, Barry and Carol move into the loving husband / wife arrangement which included 'making love' every night. No more abusive sex, even though Carol would get aroused whenever she thought about all of her experiences being punished by her lovers. 

Barry, on the other hand, had different feeling about the whole Dom/sub scene. The conflict in his mind told him that he could never again abuse his wife the way he had that night. But....he was sure that he could do it to another willing woman. Cassie popped into his mind.

Chapter 3

The Revelation

Monday morning Barry was in his office having a meeting with the VP of Marketing. They were reviewing the monthly numbers for the various products and operations. Everything seemed to be moving along the way they should. No surprises and all the numbers were headed in the right direction. GeoTex was going to have a very good quarterly report.

As the meeting was ending, Barry looked at the VP and changed the subject.

"Tom, you've flown on the corporate jet, haven't you?" 

"Sure, a number of times. Why do you ask?"

"Just curious about the crew that mans the jet. I had my first experience with them last week." Barry rolled a pen between his fingers as he looked at Tom.

"What kind of curious, Barry?" As part of the senior staff, all of the VP's and Barry were on first name basis. "Were you worried about their flying skills?"

"No, nothing about the pilot and co-pilot. It was the cabin assistant that made me somewhat nervous."




A Conspiracy to Defraud...



"So, what did he do?" Tom asked.

"He? The cabin assistant on my flight to Houston was a female. A Cassandra Gallo. A very attractive young lady." Barry said now more curious than ever about Cassie.

"Ok.....but every flight I've been on, there has always been a male cabin assistant. Also, I have never flown alone on the corp jet. It has always been with other GeoTex personnel flying with me." Tom could sense that Barry was troubled by something to do with the cabin assistant.

"Ever fly with Mr. Chase?" Barry asked.

"Twice. Both times when we went out to the annual Las Vegas trade convention."

"A male cabin assistant on those flights?"

"Yep...As I said, all the flights I have been on has been a three male crew." Tom knew that there was something going on in Barry's mind. But, Barry was not giving out too much information. The meeting ended and Tom left the office.

Barry sat back in his swivel chair. Renewed thoughts of someone trying to get him seduced into a compromising situation for blackmail jumped into his conscious train of thought. "Ok.... who selects the crew members for the flight? Are they regular GeoTex employees?" His mind was racing as he pressed the intercom.

"Rita, could you come in here a moment."

The door quickly opened and Rita walked into the room. She was always nervous around Barry, ever since his promotion to Executive VP. He was now her boss also along with Mr. Chase. She had to drop the first name with him. No more 'Barry', now it was Mr. Knoll. He treated her nicely at times, other times she feared that he was about to fire her.

"Yes, Mr. Knoll what can I do for you?" She said in an upbeat voice.

"Rita, do you know who the crew members are for the corporate jet? Are they GeoTex employees?" A lump formed in Rita's throat. He had asked her questions that she did not have the answers for.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Knoll. I don't know very much about the corporate jet and the members of the crew." ...A long pause... "What I do whenever Mr. Chase or other VP's want to use the jet, I just call Mr. Phipps in Human Resources. I tell him that there is a request for the jet. The departure date and arrival date." ...Another pause... "The only question Mr. Phipps ever asks is if Mr. Chase is traveling alone." Rita was nervous. She knew the her new boss liked complete answers.

"Ok, Rita. Would you call Alex and have him come up to my office as soon as he can. Have him bring all the personnel records and information about the corporate jet that he might have."

"Yes, Mr. Knoll. I'll call Mr. Phipps and have him come right up." Rita was glad to leave the room without being subjected to any harsh words from Barry. In her mind, he would always be that up-start Barry!

There was a knock on the door. Barry looked up from his computer and called out. "Come in." 

The door opened and in walked Alex Phipps, the VP of Human Resources. Barry always had a suspicious mind when it came to the HR department. He wondered about the value they really added to the company. They always seemed too interested in 'making things nice' instead of managing a crisis as they should. But, he hid his personal feeling.

"Hello, Barry. Rita called and said you wanted to see me. Something about the crew of the corporate jet." Alex said as he took a chair in front of Barry's desk. He was trying to retain as much stature as he could in the presence of the younger man.

"Yeah...Alex, I do have some questions about the corporate jet. First, what department is responsible for the jet. Who's budget is it in?" Start with the easy questions. Barry already knew that the corporate jet was in the HR budget. Alex was responsible for that budget.

"Its in my budget, Barry. HR carries the load for the jet." Alex answered and made it sound as if it were a burden that he didn't need.

"Cool... in your budget. Good place for it.... Next, are the crew members GeoTex employees?" Barry could not find any records of them when he went into the company data base.

"No. We own the jet, but we hire the pilot and co-pilot whenever there is a request for someone to use the jet." Alex paused and then continued. "There's a company that supplies the pilot and co-pilots. Its actually owned by eight pilots who have formed this company and are hired out to fly the private and corporate jets. It seems to be a better financial deal for us to hire them as required." Quick, crisp answer.

"What about the cabin assistant?" Barry asked. "Is she also an employee of the same company?" That question seemed to cause Alex to squirm in his chair a little.

"No. We use a temp agency for the cabin assistant. Again, a better financial deal for us." Alex did not elaborate this time.

"Ok, who selects the cabin assistant? Does the temp agency send the first person that's on their list?" Another squirm as the questions were narrowing their target.

"Usually I place the order myself." Alex said. An even briefer answer.

"So you placed the order to the temp agency for the cabin assistant on my flight to Houston last week. Correct?" Narrowing the target.

"Yes, I did." Alex was obviously getting very nervous.

"Did you request anyone special for the flight?" Almost in the cross-hairs.

"Yes." Alex flexed his jaw.

"Ok...tell me about your selection. Why a female on my flight?" A notch to the right. The prey squirms in the sight.

"Was there a problem with the young lady?" Alex asked. His voice was not so confident now.

"Answer my question first, Alex. Why a female on my flight?" The prey was frozen in its tracks.

"I assumed that Mr. Chase filled you in on the procedure for the crew members." Alex was now visibly shaken and small beads of sweat dotted his forehead.

"Let's assume he hasn't...... Why a female on my flight?" Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

"Whenever Mr. Chase flies alone on the corporate jet, he request that the cabin assistant be a young female. When Rita called last week to tell me that you were requesting the jet. I asked her if you were traveling alone. She said yes." Alex took a deep breath and hesitated before continuing. Barry was glaring at him across the desk.

"I assumed that Mr. Chase had told you about the arrangement. So, I called the agency and requested that they send Cassandra if she were available. Cassandra is one on Mr. Chase's favorite cabin assistants."

POW!!! Alex's words slammed into Barry's unsuspecting brain. "Cassandra is one of Mr. Chase's favorite cabin assistants." 

"I'm sorry if there was some confusion, Barry. It won't happen again." All Alex wanted to do was make a fast exit to the door.

"Not so fast, Alex. I need to understand this completely." Barry was now on a different mental track. Gone was the conspiracy theory about sexual blackmail. This was now an entirely different scenario. Could the Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes, Steven Chase be having 'mile high adventures' with the cabin assistants. This was too good not to 'fully understand'.

"As I understand it, Alex.... For all other flights using the corporate jet, you hire a male cabin assistant. But, when Steven flies alone, you hire a young female cabin assistant at his request. Is that correct?" The sweat on Alex' forehead was more pronounced.

"Yes. It is Mr. Chase's standing orders that I hire the crew in that manner." Alex was trying to weasel his way out of any responsibility. Barry could smell the blood. He wouldn't stop now.

"What agency do you use for the female assistants? The same one you hire the male assistants?" Alex wet his lips with his tongue. 

"No, I used another agency." Not a good answer.

"And.....?" Barry wanted him to say it out loud.

"That agency name was given to me by Mr. Chase." Alex cleared his throat.

"And the name of that agency?" Barry said leaning his fore arms on his desk

.

Alex looked directly at Barry and said. "EES."

"Huh...? EES...? I never heard anything about that employment agency." Barry looked at him with a hard suspicious stare.

"Ahhh....well...its the Elite Escort Service." Alex was in a full sweat now. He knew that his situation was getting very tenuous. It was obvious to Barry that this agency would not appear on any of the GeoTex records.

Barry now leaned back in his chair. His eyes fixed on the man sitting across the desk from him. The secret was now out in the open. A secret that Alex now suspected that Mr. Chase didn't want Barry to know about.

"Ok...tell me how Elite Escort Service gets paid." No way to dodge this bullet.

"I write them a check from the HR temp employee account." Another incomplete answer.

"And the amount of that check?" Barry pushed harder.

"There is a flat fee, twelve hundred dollars for an over night stay. Eight hundred dollars for each additional night." Alex stammered as he continued. "Mr. Chase would call me upon his return and tell me how much addition I needed to add to the check to Elite." Alex was way down the road now. Maybe the noose was already around his neck.

"Tell me about the additional dollars. How much were they?"

"Sometimes Mr. Chase would tell me three hundred dollars, other times as much as a thousand dollars." Trying to shift the responsibility, Alex's voice was very strained.

"And what were these additional dollars for?" Arrows were darting from Barry's eyes as his gaze seemed to burn right through Alex.

"They were gratuities." Alex stammered

"Let me get this straight. First there is a twelve hundred dollar fee for, let's say, twenty four hours of work. That's fifty dollars an hour, for a cabin assistant. And then, there is a tip of three hundred to one thousand dollars." Barry's voice had a very strong accusatory tone to it. Alex had the strong feeling that he was in a police interrogation room.

"What could a mere cabin assistant do to earn all that money?" The very direct question required a very direct answer.

Alex was clearly shaken by this interrogation. He had divulged a secret that the Mr. Chase had sworn him to secrecy. And now the new top gun was grilling him about this clandestine arrangement that Mr. Chase had with the Elite Escort Service. Not a good thing for Alex. Definitely not a good thing.

"I'm not sure." Not a good answer.

"The fuck you're not sure!" Barry shouted at the man sitting across from him. "I've had enough of your mealy mouth answers, Alex. Whether you know it or not, you are now just one step away from being an ex-GeoTex employee!" The blood drained from Alex's face.

"Now Alex, one more time. Tell me why all that money was paid to that fucking escort service." Alex could almost hear the sounds of his career at GeoTex flushing down the toilet.

"Mr. Chase needed to have discrete sex with young women. He used the corporate jet and his house in Palm Springs to have these tryst. I was the only one who knew about this arrangement." The confession had finally hit the table. Alex was now waiting to see if the ax was about to fall on his neck.

"How many times? How long has this arrangement been going on?" Barry swiveled back and forth in his chair. His mind flashed to the theme from X-Files...."The Truth is Out There." 

"It started about four years ago. Mr. Chase used the corporate jet at least once a month, there were times when he used it as many as three times in a month." He paused as his mind seemed to calculate the number of times. "All told, I guess it must have been around seventy times over the four year period."

It was Barry's turn to do the math in his head. "Just given some rough averages, I'd say that total for Mr. Chase's love tryst has cost GeoTex about a quarter of a million dollars." ...Long pause...a smile on his face... "I don't supposed that little item is in Mr. Chase's employment contract, now is it Alex?"

No...... it isn't, sir" Alex replied.

"So you and Mr. Chase are part of a conspiracy to defraud the company out of thousands of dollars." Barry's eyes had now burned a hole in Alex's psyche. "Not a good thing, Alex. Not a good thing at all." His voice now had a 'death knell' ring to it. Alex felt faint.

"Do you like your job here at GeoTex, Alex?" Barry was the conquering gladiator in the arena. The defeated opponent lay at his feet. One quick thrust of his sword and the fallen man would be history.

"Oh god...yes...sir. I love my job here." Alex's voice was choked up and the fear in his eyes was plain to see..

"You know what you have told me, is clearly ground for your termination. You know that don't you, Alex?" The tip of the sword was at the man's throat.

"Yes...sir...but, please....I need this job. I only did what Mr. Chase told me to do." 

"Oh yes, the old Nazi excuse....I only gassed those prisoners because the boss told me to do it." Barry's voice dripped with sarcasm. "That excuse doesn't wash with me, Alex." The fallen man expected the final thrust of the sword.

Barry leaned far back in his chair. His hands were folded together in a prayer position as he contemplated his statement.

"Ok, Alex. I won't fire you this time. But, here's what you have to do if you want to retain your job here at GeoTex." Alex didn't know how to react. The sword was drawn back and he was told that his life was spared. 

Before you leave for home this evening, I want you to make a written statement listing all of the things you have told me this morning, plus any and all relevant factors that have a bearing on this matter. You will sign that statement. Do not date it. Then, I want you to make a copy of all the canceled checks made to EES and a summary sheet of the dates and amounts." Barry could see that Alex had stopped trembling and was now listening intently to his every word.

"Under no circumstances are you ever to let Mr. Chase know that you told me about this arrangement of his. If he asks you directly, you will put forth your best lie and deny it to his face. Understood?" Alex nodded his head yes.

"Say it, goddamn it! I want to hear you say it!" Barry shouted at Alex.

"Yes...sir. I understand that I am never to revel to Mr. Chase that I told you about his arrangement." Alex was trembling again.

"As far as Mr. Chase goes, when he comes back from his vacation it will be business as usual. If he wants to use the corporate jet, you do the same routine as you always have. The only exception is that you also notify me of his request." 

"I fully understand." Alex replied.

"You know that I now own your ass.....don't you, Alex?" The final statement of control from Barry. 

"You are my man now, not Mr. Chase's. If I want you to jump, you only ask 'How high?'. You try fucking with me, I'll really show you how cunning and spiteful I can be when I'm pissed off." His words were both a promise and a threat.

Another thought jumped into Barry's head. "What did you do with EES for this last trip. The one that I made to Houston?" Barry asked.

"As I usually do when Mr. Chase gets back, I called Rita to find out if there were any special instructions. Mr. Chase would give her a number from one to ten, I knew what the number meant, she didn't. Since you hadn't given her a number, I just sent over the flat fee without any additional dollars." Alex was beginning to get his nerves under control.

"I'll bet the group at EES was surprised at that." Barry said smiling.

"Yes....as a matter of fact, Brenda...she's the owner of EES...called right before this meeting and asked if anything was wrong. I told her no, just a little mix-up on our end. She said that Cassie would be disappointed that she didn't get the usual tip."

"Tell me about the operation over at EES. Out of the twelve hundred dollars, how much does the escort get? What about the tip money?" Barry was suddenly interested in how the money was spread around.

"Brenda told me that its a 40/60 split. The agency gets the 40%, the escort gets the 60%." Barry interrupted him.

"Isn't that unusual? I would have thought that it would be the other way around. A 60/40 split with the agency getting the 60%." 

"That's the way it is with most escort agencies in town. But, Brenda told me she did it this way to attract the cream of the crop. The most beautiful and the most talented young ladies. Brenda gives all the tip money to the escort. The agency only works out of the flat fee." He stopped and watch Barry's head nod in agreement.

"Cassie, for example, is a fashion and photography model. She makes good money as a model but the escort money gets her way up into the six figure annual income." Alex smiled. "Not bad for just trading on your looks and other physical talents."

"Ok, that's all I need to know for now, Alex. Just get that statement and the copies of the checks up here before I leave the office this evening." A long thinking pause. "And one last thing. Whenever I request the jet, I want a male cabin assistant. No more EES females. If Mr. Chase wants female companionship, that's up to him." Barry nodded his head toward Alex, a signal that the meeting was over and time for Alex to leave.

"Thank you, sir. I'll see to everything that you told me." Alex made a bee-line to the door. Once out of the office, he stopped and leaned back against the wall.

"Anything wrong, Mr. Phipps?" Rita asked as she saw him breathing very heavy.

"No.....nothing's wrong." He gathered himself up and walked down the hall. He had a statement to write and some copies to make.

Just before Barry left his office to go home, Rita came into the office with a large manila folder. "Mr. Phipps left this at my desk. He said that you wanted it this before he went home." She handed the folder to Barry.

"Also there was a call from a Dr. Jack Lee. He asked if you would call him whenever you had a chance." It was obvious that Rita did not know who Dr. Lee was, and Barry was not about to give her any more information than he had to.

"Thanks, Rita. If Dr. Lee calls again, just take a message." He gave her a faint smile and place the manila folder into his briefcase.

Driving home, Barry's mind was churning through the revelation he received this morning about the sainted Mr. Chase and his high flying lady friends. 

"That fucking, sanctimonious, right wing hypocrite!" Barry thought to himself. "He puts on the holier-than-thou attitude all the while he's fucking some twenty year old model behind his wife's back! And its paid for by the company!" 

Barry wasn't sure what he would do with this new found information. For right now, he would just keep the manila folder at home with his other insurance policies.

That evening after supper, Barry and Carol retired to the den to relax and have their evening conversation. They would usually sit cuddled next to each other, wine glasses in their hands and soft smooth jazz playing on the stereo. Weeks ago, Barry had told her that there would not be any secrets between them ever again. 

So, he told her about the corporate jet, EES and Steven Chase. Carol couldn't believe what Barry was telling her. She knew Steven and his wife from various company functions. She always viewed them as the perfect married couple. This revelation about Steven enjoying young models whenever he traveled alone was a total surprise for Carol.

"And you found out about this because of your suspicions of that young lady .... Cassie who was the cabin assistant on your flight to Houston?" Carol asked as her mind was fixed on the image of sex at 30,000 feet. 

"Yes....everything she did and the way she spoke to me gave me the impression that she was available if I wanted her." Barry said as Cassie's lovely face flashed inside his mind.

"So my dearest, you were alone with a lovely and willing female on a plane and at the hotel and you still remained faithful to our marriage?" Carol asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yeah...there must be something wrong with me." He said in a joking manner.

"Oh my god no!....Barry you are the most wonderful husband that any woman could ever hope for. There is nothing wrong with you at all. If anything is wrong, its something wrong with me!" Carol shouted at him as she turned her body and kissed him on the mouth.




A Conspiracy to Defraud...



That night it was Carol's turn to be lying awake looking up at the ceiling. Barry was sleeping soundly next to her. His deep restful breathing was the only sound that he made. As Carol looked up at the darkened ceiling, she began crying softly. Tears filled her eyes as she thought about the 'perfect' husband lying next to her. Then she thought about the fuck-slut wife that she had been.

Even when Barry had the chance handed to him on a golden platter, he did not succumb to the temptation. Yet, because of her mental fragility, she not only gave into the temptation, but she relished in it. The faithful spouse versus the unfaithful spouse. Carol's whole psyche was filled with guilt and incriminations. 

The following week Barry had Rita request the corporate jet for an over night trip to the Boise facility. It was time to check out the progress that the new management team had made in the past two months. The last time Barry went to the Boise facility, it was to audit the operation and make recommendations on how to get the operation back on track.

Barry's negative report had gotten the General Manager, the CFO and the Director of Quality fired. A new management team came in and made several other changes to expedite the turnaround. It was time for Barry to see first hand how things were working out.

Whenever Carol had a bout of insecurity, she would turn that emotion around and become a wild woman in bed. She knew that Barry was going on another over night trip. Her insecurity had peaked that afternoon. The night before he left on the Boise trip, Barry and Carol had a fabulous sex session that lasted several long hours. Carol was sadden that Barry was going to be gone again. It seemed that there was a mere fragile thread keeping Carol's mental demons tied up. 

Over the past several weeks, Carol had read the two books that Dr. Lee had given her about the Psychotic Transfer Response syndrome. She was both surprised and enlightened by the things she read. Yet, what she read about the dysfunction that Dr. Lee diagnosed in her, only made her more insecure and paranoid about her ability to remain faithful to her husband. 

From that disastrous photo session in Dr. Lee's office, she knew that with the right stimulus she could be made to flip-flop back into her mental fuck-slut state. It was a mental transformation state, not just the evening role playing that she and Barry had engaged in several times. But, it was the real desire to become a submissive fuck-slut sex toy for some male to dominate.

All of these ideas made her frightened and very insecure about being home alone without Barry being there.

Barry made the Boise trip without incident. There was a different pilot, co-pilot and this time a male cabin assistant. The flight there and back was uneventful. 

The Boise operation had made great strides in getting their quality and delivery problems under control. The team was energetic and focused, just the way that Barry wanted them to be. Another successful on-site visit. Another team that he could count on in the future.

Aboard the jet on the flight home, Barry called Carol. His voice was just the thing to life her spirits. She babbled on for fifteen minutes, saying nothing of importance only wanting to know that he was on the other end of the line. Finally it was time to land, so Barry interrupted her and told her that he would see her shortly.

"Nothing wild tonight, Carol. Just a romantic evening and several hours of loving foreplay. Ok?" His mind flashed back to the events that happened the night he returned from Houston. He did not want a repeat of that episode. He was on a guilt trip for a whole week after that.

"Anything you say, my love. But get here as quickly as you can."

Chapter 4

Loving couple:

The next couple of weeks went by quickly. Barry was in full command. No surprises, no disasters on his watch. Life was moving along nicely on all fronts. Their social calendar was full three or four nights a week. It was an exciting new chapter in their lives.

He and Carol were finding out more and more about each other whenever they were able to spent a quiet evening at home. No more superficial understanding of each other. They exchanged feelings and emotions more freely now. Those exchanges brought both comfort and concern to Barry.

On more than one occasion, Carol would confess up another event or session that she and Les had engaged in during the three month period of her affair. 

"Does it bother you when I tell you about the sex sessions that I had with Les?" Carol asked one evening as she lay with her head in his lap.

"Yes...sometimes more than other times, my dear. But, I try very hard to disassociate us from those stories that you are telling me. I don't want to picture you doing those nasty things with another man." An honest answer. No more sugar coating things between them.

Barry knew that she had to bring those feelings out in the open in order for her to understand them and cope with them. Still, hearing her tell about the intense sex and the degrading things that she willingly submitted to, would cause his stomach to go into a knot.

"Did he ever beat you or hurt you in any way?" Barry asked thinking about the time when he whipped her in their bedroom.

"Yes." Carol said in a soft almost hushed voice. "He whipped me several times, not severely enough to break the skin, but enough to make me pass out." She took a long pause and several deep breaths before she continued.

"There was one session where he tied me to the bed." She looked hard at Barry's face. "Do you want to hear about that?" It was hard to tell if she wanted him to say yes or no.

"Only if you want to tell me about it. If, telling me about it, will help you then tell me. We're here to help each other, not to inflict more pain." Not a yes or no answer that she wanted. She thought about it for a moment and then began to speak.

"This session happen during the next trip you took after you came back from Brazil. I think you were off to London or some place in Europe. I was spending my free time at Les' house in Elmwood. Les was having me experiment with different types of sex positions and fetishes. It was all so very new and exciting for me.

"That afternoon, Les smiled at me and then placed the leather neck collar snug around my neck. Wrist and ankle straps were attached to my wrist and ankles. I was positioned on my back in the middle of the bed as he attached ropes to the straps on my wrist and ankles. This was the first time in my life that I had ever been bound and prepared to have sex in this manner. I know that you would never have dreamt of doing those things to me.

"Slowly, Les then pulled the ropes which stretched each my each of my arms to opposite corners of the bed. The ropes were tied tight to rings on the headboard. Then, he placed three pillows under my buttocks and lower back so that my pelvis was forced upward toward the ceiling. When my arms were secured, he repeated the stretching of my legs wide apart as he tied the ropes to opposite ends of the bed. 

"After he completed all of the tying and securing of my arms and legs, he stood up an looked down at my naked body, spread eagle on the bed securely bound with ropes. I knew that I was in for some form of a bondage sex session. But, I had never experienced sex where I was bound or tied up to the bed. I was very excited yet still afraid of what was about to happen to my body.

"He asked me how I felt all tied up like that. I told him that I felt so helpless and vulnerable lying tied up like that.

"Les liked my answer and then said. 

'That's exactly how I want you to feel this time. You will be totally at my mercy. I will tell you what I expect from you and I will also cause you a certain level of pain to induce some massive orgasms inside you. 

'I will not bruise your beautiful body, but he may cause you some severe pain. Remember that sex is a combination of both pleasure and pain. It is necessary at times to induce severe pain in order to heighten the pleasure that will soon follow.

'This is one experience that will take all of your concentration to fully appreciate its total impact on your mind. If you concentrate only on the pain instead of the actions causing the pain, you will miss out on some of the most titillating aspects of the violation to your body.

'You may not speak to me during the entire session. You may scream, cry and moan out loud. But, no words, and no pleading for me to stop. Any of that will result in a severe strapping.'

"Les then proceeded to insert the ear plugs into my ears. I looked up at him one last time and then closed my eyes as he placed adhesive eye patches over both eyes.

"I was now lost in the dark silence of my mental prison. Sensory depravation, I believe it is called. I tried to relax my mind and body yet my emotions were running wild and my imagination would not stop conjuring up intense erotic images in my mind. 

" Lying there, tied to the bed, I tried to imagine the fantastic orgasms that I had received from Les when he fucked me and used my body all day yesterday. A small shiver of excitement ran up my spine as I envisioned the emotions that flared up inside my body as his cock had penetrated my pussy again and again.

"This time Les was in no hurry to use my body. I lay there for what seem like hours. My body was beginning to ached from the spread eagle position that I was bound up in. My mind was screaming out for some sensory input other than the dull burning pain that was building in my arms and legs.

"Then like a small wisp of wind, I felt a hot rush of air against my labia. That wisp of hot air turned into the lightest touch imaginable to the lips of my pussy. I immediately knew that Les had begun his gentle assault on my pussy, even though I did not feel him get on to the bed. I imagined his head between my legs and his wet tongue beginning to lick my pussy lips very softly.

"It was as if Les had the rest of the day to complete this session with me. Everything about this sex session with him seemed to move in very slow motion. Nothing was hurried. Every touch of my body was a soft feather like touch that had a very deep titillating sensation associated with it. My body was hyper sensitive to even the slightest touch from him.

"I wanted to cry out for him to fuck me with his hard thick cock, but I dare not speak for fear of the punishment I would receive for breaking his orders. As my body trembled from the lack of sensory inputs, it seemed that this mental torture would overwhelm me. No sounds, no sights or the ability to reach out and touch something had my mind in complete chaos.

"All of Les's actions so far had been quite gentle and arousing. There had not been any penetration of my body for the past several hours Up till now, everything he had done to me only brought pleasure to my mind and body. But, he had told me that he would inflict a high level of pain to my body to increase my sexual arousal.

"There was an absence of any sensory input to my remaining sense of taste and smell. Soon, a sweet aroma of a scented candle burning filled my nostrils. My mind fluttered upward as it savored the sweet candle smell.

"Then hot wax splashed on to my right nipple like a red hot needle. My scream was loud and intense as the hot wax burned against the tender nipple. Then another searing stab of pain from my left nipple as a large drop of hot wax splashed over it.

"My whole body jerked upwards and the scream from my throat was continuous. Then another splash of hot wax on my right nipple again. There was a pause in the pain as my body strained against the bonds. Just as my scream was diminishing, there wax another large drop of hot wax that splashed against my left nipple. The pain exploded once again inside my left breast.

"Again there was a pause and I mentally tried to brace myself for the next drop of hot wax and the pain it would cause me. Instead, I felt a pair of fingers remove the hardened wax from my nipples. A pause and then a sharp pain of cold raced up from both nipples. Les was now rubbing a cold ice cube over each of my nipples. The burning sensation from the wax, soon turned to a chilly cold shiver caused by the melting ice cubes against my hot flesh.

"I couldn't see anything or hear anything as I remained spread eagle on the bed anxiously awaiting his next actions. Les had stopped rubbing the ice cubes over my nipples and then I felt a cold shiver race up my back as he blew gently over my wet nipples giving me a strong feeling of cold goose-bumps over my body.

"Les had still not yet penetrated my body with his cock or fingers in this session. All of his initial actions had at first been soft gentle arousing touches, kisses and licking. He then move into abuse of my nipples with hot wax and then cold ice cubes. My vagina was filled with its own fluid which had begun to trickle down to my asshole. I wanted so much for Les to shove his thick cock into my pussy.

"Just as my mind was adjusting to the strange sensations of hot and cold that had been administered to my hard nipples, another flash of pain shot up from my right nipple. I scream out again in horrible pain as the sharp metal teeth of the clamp bit into my hyper sensitive nipple.

"Then another sharp pain this time to my left nipple as another clamp bit into my nipple. My screams turned to sobs and crying, Still I did not call out and beg Les to cease the pain that he was causing me. Unlike the fast hot pain that came from the dripping wax, the nipple clamps created a very sharp biting pain to each of my nipples. The pain would not cease. 

"As tears filled up inside the eye patches, I felt Les' tongue begin to lick at my wet aroused pussy. The initial sensation of having my pussy sucked over rode the pain from my abused nipples. There was a collision of sensations in the middle of my brain. The pain of the nipple clamps colliding with the intense pleasure of Les' gentle sucking of my pussy and clit. My mind was having a severe problem sorting out which input it wanted to respond to.

"The intensity of my orgasms was overwhelming and continuous. It felt as if all the fluid in my body was draining out of my pussy and into Les' mouth. Just when I didn't think my mind and body could take any more arousal, I felt Les push his finger up inside my asshole as he continued to lick my wet pussy. 

"He flexed his entire finger inside my overworked anal canal. My moans and groans grew louder but I bit my lip so that no words would leave my mouth. There was still the pain in both my nipples from the clamps, but the sensations emanating from my pussy and asshole were pure pleasure.

"I would try to move my hips upwards to gain a higher level of stimulation from Les' tongue and finger, but the pillows under my buttocks prevented me from moving very far. My arm and leg muscles were now throbbing with a sharp pain and beginning to compete with the pain coming from my abused nipples. My mind tried to remember the last time my body was in so much pain at the same time. I couldn't remember any time like that in my entire 34 years.

"Just as I thought the pain was about to overtake my conscientiousness, I felt Les remove his finger from my asshole and then rise up from licking my pussy. He repositioned his body over mine and then in a single deep thrust, he buried his thick cock into my sloppy wet pussy. 

"My mind reacted to this sudden wave of intense pleasure by shutting down all of the pain inputs that it had been receiving. It focused on the hard cock that was now invading the deepest recesses of my vagina. I was filled up again with the sensations of a male cock pressing hard against the walls of my womb.

"Just like his previous soft gentle touches, Les began his slow methodical fucking of my pussy. Suddenly, everything was sensual and erotic in my mind. I was being fucked again and it was better than anything I could have imagined. My vagina flooded with fluids and the muscles clamped down tight around Les' imbedded cock. 

"Nothing matter to me except the sensations firing up from my pussy to my brain. Flashes of light exploded inside my brain with every deep push of his cock inside me. 

"The penetration and fucking of my pussy continued for a very long time. Bound to the bed and without the use of my eyes or ears, time was completely distorted in my mind. Did Les fuck me for thirty minutes or did he fuck me for three hours? I was unable to mark time as my mind was captivated by the fucking of my pussy.

"When his cock finally swelled up inside my pussy and I felt the hot stream of his cum enter my womb, I thought that I would pass out from the erotic pleasure that erupted in my brain. My moans were continuous but I did not utter a word through out the sensory deprivation sex session with him. Then it ended. Les removed his cock from my extended and swollen pussy and moved off of my body.

"I lay there on the bed, the afterglow of the fabulous sex I just had with him. Once again, he had taken me to another new level of sexual gratification. The abuse inflicted on my breast and nipples was so over shadowed by the intensity of the emotional release given to me by his artistic fucking of my pussy.

"My body was now very fatigued. My arms and legs ached very badly and I wanted to ask him to release me. I dare not do that. The clamps were removed from my nipples, but the ropes still bound me to the bed.

"The bed moved as I could feel a body moving next to mine. The left earplug was removed. I could hear Les' breathing next to my ear and nothing else. After a few seconds he spoke softly to me.

'That was fantastic, fuck-slut. You never cease to amaze me with your willingness to please me with your body.' I was thrilled with his compliment."

Carol stopped her narration as looked at her husband sitting beside her. She could tell by his face that he was stunned by the story she just told him. The room was deadly quiet. Only the sounds of two people breathing could be heard. 

Carol was waiting for some response from Barry. There was none.

It was as if she had told him about a sex scene that she had read in a novel, not a sex session where she was the female slut being used and abused. Barry couldn't get the scene that she described clearly in his mind. The woman bound on the bed was a fuzzy blur in his mind. It could not be his wife. His mind would not bring her face in clear view for him to recognize.

Barry got up from the sofa and walked to the bathroom. He closed the door and then the tears began to flow from his eyes. 



Chapter 5

Steven Returns:

Sunday evening, Barry got a phone call. It was from Steven Chase. He was back home from his extended vacation. He was calling to touch base with Barry and to see how everything was back at the office.

The two men exchanged pleasantries and general information. Barry told Steven that all was well at headquarters and he was looking forward to having Steven return. That last part was not really true.

Monday morning Barry was in his office when he heard a commotion outside his door. He got up to see what was going on. As he opened his office door, he saw Steven in the hallway surrounded by a dozen well-wishing employees. Steven saw Barry standing in the doorway, he waved to him. After a minute of talking to the employees, Steven turned and walked over to Rita who was standing next to her desk.

"Its nice to have you back, Mr. Chase. Did your vacation go well for you and the wife?."

"Thank you, Rita. The vacation was fabulous." He said smiling at her as he walked up to Barry.

"Let's go into your office. I need to get away from all that good cheer out there."

Barry stepped aside. They walked over to the sofa and sat down. Barry again told Steven that he was glad to have him back.




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"Bullshit, Barry. I know better than that. You love being in charge. Every pore in your body is involved with being the top man in this company. The results over the past six weeks verified my belief that you are the right man to run this company." Steven's voice had an odd sound to it. Barry just sat there watching Steven's face.

"That vacation of mine taught me one very valuable lesson. I don't need the stress and strain of being CEO of GeoTex any longer. I have nothing to prove and certainly I don't need to put any more money into my retirement account." Steven smiled.

"So today, I will be calling the chairman of the board and submitting my resignation. I suspect that Albert will ask me to stay on for a transition period just to keep the stockholders happy. But, the show will remain yours. I have no intentions of taking back the reins from you." ... A bigger smile ... "I should have told you last night over the phone, but I wanted to do it in person. Congratulations, Barry" 

Barry was now speechless. 

He had driven into work this morning knowing that Steven was back and his rein as "king of the hill" would be over for some unknown time period. It was a dreary thought for Barry to have to give back 'the bridge' to the commander. After being in the CEO position for six weeks, he liked everything about the position. 

"At least I had a chance to 'test drive' the beast while Steven was on vacation." Barry had thought to himself as he walked into his quiet office earlier that morning. 

That was two hours ago. Now he had just been told that the 'beast' was all his because Steven didn't want it back. It was almost impossible for Barry to contain his emotions.

"I don't know what to say, Steven. I fully expected you to come back and work another couple of years before you hung up your spurs." The impact of what Steven was just taking hold in Barry's mind.

"So did I, Barry...so did I. But six weeks away from the stress and pressures of this place made me realize that I need to find a new life to live. There are a hundred things that I've wanted to do but managed to postpone them. Now its time to go and enjoy those things." Steven go up from the sofa. They both shook hands and Steven left the office.

Barry wanted to call Carol and tell her the good news. But, just like Steven, he wanted to tell her face-to-face. He wanted to see her eyes light up and share her excitement with her.

It was about three o'clock in the afternoon when Rita knocked on his door.

"Mr. Chase would like to see you in his office right now Mr. Knoll. It sounded urgent." She said, not knowing what was going on since Mr. Chase came in this morning.

Barry walked into Steven's office and closed the door. Steven was on a conference call.

"Sit down Barry, I have the Chairman and two of the other board members on the line. I have given them my resignation, which they accepted with the condition that I stay on, in the background of course, for the next six months." ...There was a pause ... "Albert, why don't you tell Barry all about it." Steven sat back and smiled.

"Hello Barry, as you might guess, I was very surprised with Steven's phone call to me. I didn't expect that he would come back from his vacation and resign." ... Pause ... "Speaking for myself and the other members of the board, I am very pleased to offer you the permanent position of President and CEO of GeoTex. We have been watching your performance during Steven's absence and we are quite pleased with the job that you are doing." ... Another pause ... "Will you accept the position of President and CEO on a permanent basis."

The fireworks went off in Barry's head. "This is it!! The brass ring...the golden scepter...the keys to the kingdom! Damn right its mine!!" Barry quickly thought to himself.

"I would be honored to accept the position Mr. Higgins. And thank you and the board for your confidence in me." Barry replied as calmly as he could while every nerve in his body was exploding.

The conference call lasted another fifteen minutes before they all signed off.

"Well Barry, that's that. We'll wait a till then end of the week till all the members of the board convene and make the announcement to the general public. In the mean time, I'll be in and out of the office with no regular schedule. If you need to confer about anything, I will be available whenever you call."

"Thanks Steven. This is so sudden that it will take a day or so to sink in. I'll tell Carol tonight, she'll be thrilled."

"By the way, how is Carol? How is your marriage doing these days?" Steven asked almost like a concerned parent.

"Great. Carol is doing just fine and we are slowly putting all the pieces of our marriage together. In some ways our marriage is stronger now than it was before her affair." There was a strong tone of confidence in Barry's voice.

"I'm glad to hear that, Barry. I was really rooting for you and Carol to get things back together again."



Chapter 6

The Las Vegas trip 

April was here, the second month since Steven returned from his vacation and resigned from the company. Barry was the top dog and everyone knew who was in charge. Even Rita, who dreaded to come to work some mornings, knew she had to contend with the new man at the top. She also knew that Barry was no softie, not like Steven.

True to his word, Steven stayed in the background. He even switched offices with Barry so that the promotion and all of the perks that went with the position were visible to everyone. 

April was the month of the Industrial Manufacturing Convention which is held every year in Las Vegas. GeoTex had several divisions that featured their products at one large GeoTex booth on the convention floor. The annual convention was the opportunity for a hundred or so companies to showcase their new products and to drum up new business for the company. But, many of the attendees would often say..."Same shit, different year!"

And so it was with the GeoTex divisions. Lots of glamorous models at the booth, a lot of hand-shaking and a well stocked hospitality suite for potential customers. Most of the executives dreaded to come to this fiasco event, but it was almost a must-do-thing.

For Barry, it would be his first trip to the convention as the new CEO of GeoTex. He knew that it was a must-do for him also. Some of GeoTex's largest accounts would be there and would be expecting him and to wine and dine them. 

Steven totally enjoyed these high profile events. He would even volunteer to be on the speaker's panel. Barry had a different approach to these events. Less glitz and glamour, more business and service. He would soon find out that glitz and glamour really were a necessity.

This time, Barry decided that he would take Carol with him on the trip to Las Vegas. It would be her first trip on the corporate jet and their first 'get away trip' in over six months. That evening when Barry told her she was coming along with him she exploded with excitement. 

"Las Vegas! Damn! What a great place to go and have some excitement!" Carol thought to herself as she floated around the house for the next several days. She had gone to all the upscale stores and bought herself some very trendy clothes. Both day-time and evening wear. She wanted to be one hot 'escort' for her husband. The trip would last four days for Barry and Carol. 

There were four corporate VP's who would be traveling to the convention on the company jet with Barry and Carol. These four executives would be the ones to meet with all the customers' lower level representatives and be on staff in the hospitality room. Barry would be saved for all the 'bigger fish'.

The flight was scheduled for that Monday evening. Barry had gone into work that morning and told Carol that a company car would come by and take her to Midway airport. He would meet her there instead of coming home from the office. He told her it would be better if she traveled in slacks instead of a dress. More comfortable he told her.

She knew that he didn't want her to be too sexy on the plane, especially with the other men who would be on board.

The five GeoTex men were already on board waiting for the last passenger to arrive. As with most females, Carol was late arriving at the plane. As she entered the plane's cabin, even Barry was awestruck by this beautiful woman.

Carol was wearing a chic black knit top and slacks outfit. She entered the cabin and all the talking stopped. It was as if she had just stepped out of a Cosmopolitan magazine, she was simply gorgeous. There was a slight devilishness in her smile as she looked at the five seated men.

"Well hello, darling. Late as usual." Barry said with a laughter in his voice and a sense of pride as he knew the other four men were sitting there stunned by her presence.

"I'm so sorry to keep all you important gentlemen waiting." She said with a make believe pout on her lips. "But, the time just flew by so fast this afternoon...." 

"No excuse, my dear. You know how valuable our time is." Barry was now 'pulling her chain' for the amusement of the other men. Carol was wise to this kind of male chauvinist talk. So, she just went along with it.

"I'll just have to think of something to make it up to all of you for wasting your valuable time." A devilish smile and a sexy voice as she took the seat next to her husband.

If she wasn't the boss's wife, there would be four aroused males competing for her attention. All they did was to laugh and clap their hands as she sat down.

The male cabin assistant came down the aisle and stopped by Carol's seat. "May I get you something after the plane is airborne, mam?" He asked her.

"Why yes! I'll have a gin and tonic." Carol was loving all this attention she was getting.

"First, tell the pilot that we are now ready and get this bird in the air... pronto!" Barry snapped at the cabin assistant. No sense in not using the power of the position.

The flight was a thrilling experience for Carol. The only woman among the total of eight males on board this luxury private jet. She had spent the morning at the day spa getting the complete 'body and hair works'. That morning everyone at that spa knew that Carol was heading to Las Vegas in the afternoon. Female envy was very thick by the time Carol left the day spa to go home.

The Knoll's suite was very large and luxurious suite. A suite fitting the CEO of a Fortune 500 company. Walking into the room was another ego boost for Barry. For Carol it was like a page from a Cinderella story. She had seen pictures of guest rooms like this on TV, but she thought they were there for other people. Now she was one of the 'other people'. 

After the bell-hop left the room, Carol let out a loud squeal and threw her arms around Barry's neck. His previously semi-hard cock turned to granite as she kissed him passionately with her tongue inside his mouth.

"Oh Barry....this is so much like a fairy tale. It is true isn't it?" She said in a somewhat disbelieving voice.

"Yes....my beautiful and stunning wife. It is all so very real. And you need to start getting used to this lifestyle. I think its going to be around for a number of years." He said to her as he held her luscious body tightly against his.

"I don't think that I'll have any trouble getting used to this lifestyle as long as you are there to teach me how to enjoy it." Carol said as she danced away from him to inspect the rest of the three room suite.

A nasty thought raced across Barry's mind. "I'll teach her how to enjoy this lifestyle. Les taught her how to enjoy the sex lifestyle." It was just a brief reminder that the ugly fact of Carol's affair was still not completely dead and buried.

That night in the very large bed, Carol proved to him that she was an excellent student of the school of sex. Their sex session was long and intense. Carol offered her complete body to her eager husband. Everything he wanted from her she gave him with an intensity that finally exhausted him. He was a spent man by the time they both drifted off into a dreamland bliss.

The next couple of days for Barry were spent meeting with most of the CEO's from other companies. Surprisingly he fit right in with this close knit 'boys club'. No one treated him like the new kid on the block, even though they all had a numbers of years over his thirty-six years.

Carol was a busy bee. She did the casinos, she did shopping, she did the casinos, she did shopping. Life was very good and very happy for Carol. The evening dinners were lush affairs and she dressed like the queen of Las Vegas. She was more than just the perfect escort for Barry, she was the attracting magnet for all the other CEO's who wanted to dine with them.

The third afternoon of the convention, Barry got an invitation to a private high rollers poker game. The invitation didn't say who the other players would be, but it did hint at some very fast action. The game started at seven o'clock that night.

Carol was somewhat disappointed that she and Barry would not have another fabulous evening of dining, dancing and some gambling before they return to their suite. Barry had to remind her that this was a business trip and that the card game was a way of doing business in Las Vegas.

There were about a half dozen men in the room when Barry showed up. There was a well stocked bar which everybody seemed to have visited more than once. Barry had a secret rule whenever he played poker....no liquor. Pickling the brain was for those other idiots. Barry never wanted to give even a fraction on an inch advantage to the other players when he was in a card game. Just ginger ale, with some ice.

The players introduced themselves and took a chair around the table. Across from Barry sat Ted Swanson, the CEO of Fastcom, one of GeoTex customers. Fastcom was one of the target companies for the GeoTex San Diego operation at this convention. That operation had about 10% of Fastcom business. It would be a coup for that operation to get that percentage up to at least 30%. Barry tucked that thought away in the back of his mind.

The game was straight five card stud. There was a twenty-five thousand buy in for each player. No more chips or credit would be given. If the player lost his twenty-five thousand dollars, he just dropped out of the game. That meant there was a potential for one player to run the table and walk away with a hundred and fifty thousand dollars. Barry like that kind of game.

Except for a nature break every two hours, the game went solid for five hours before two of the players dropped out of the game. Ted and Barry were the two heavy winners up to that point. The game resumed with only four players. After six hands, another player dropped out, it wasn't Ted and it wasn't Barry. 

Barry had been hoping that Ted would keep drinking his sour mash liquor, but Ted was no fool either. Once the game started, his drink of choice was straight water. 

As the game began with just the three players, Barry mentally calculated what he thought each of them had in front of them. Ted probably had sixty thousand, Chuck had about twenty thousand and Barry had the rest, about seventy thousand. Just a slight edge over Ted.

The bad hands seemed to all fall Chuck's way. Barry increased his edge after four more hands. Then came a hot hand for Ted, he kept raising the ante until he forced Chuck to fold. It was now a game between ginger ale and water. 

Ted was now on a roll. This was the way he loved to play the game. All or nothing. He raised the ante till he only had about ten thousand dollars in front of him. Barry saw the bet and raised Ted twenty thousand. That would have put Ted out of the game. No way was he going to let that young up-start across the table get the pot that easily from him. Not with him holding two pairs, Kings and Jacks.

"Since I can't get any more chips to meet your bet, Barry. I'll sweeten the pot with an offer of increasing the Fastcom business to GeoTex from 10% to 30% for the next two years." Ted was dangling a huge carrot in front of him. If he accepted, the San Diego operation would more than exceed their annual goal. If he could beat Ted's hand, that is. Barry looked down at his two pair, tens and sevens.

There would be one last chance to discard and get another from the dealer. Barry knew that there was no bluffing involved in this last hand. His instincts told him that Ted was probably holding at least three of a kind which would beat his two pair. 

"Naw...not good enough Ted. Make it 50% and for four years and you got a deal. If not then that nice pot will be all mine." That was the only bluff that Barry could think of to make Ted fold.

"You got to be kidding....50% for four years...no way, man!" Ted barked out as the veins stood out on his neck. He was mad...and he was in a corner. 

"Kings and Jacks...goddamn they got to be winners..." He thought to himself. "And besides, I have to show this guy just who the big man really is." Ted was mad.

Barry put his cards face down on the table and began reaching for the pot.

"Not so goddamn fast, Barry. I'll take that offer...50% for four years." He said almost growling at Barry. 

"Ok, you're on." Barry said as he felt that Ted was going to walk away the winner tonight. 

Ted he threw one card down on the table. The dealer dealt the top card, Ted picked it up. An ace. Not bad he thought, Kings and Jacks with an ace as a top card.

Barry threw out one card. The dealer dealt the top card, Barry picked it up. It was a seven of clubs. He had a full house! Still no expression on his face.

Ted pushed his remaining chips to the center of the table. Barry nodded his head and pushed his pile of chips to the center of the table. The pot was the full one hundred and fifty thousand dollars and 50% of Fastcom's business. 

Slowly, Ted peeled one card at a time face up on the table. One Jack, two Jacks, one King, two Kings and finally the Ace of hearts. A big grin spread across Ted's face as he looked at Barry. 

Stone faced, no expression at all, Barry mimicked Ted's gesture as he peeled one card at a time face up. One ten, two tens, one seven, two sevens. Barry stopped with the last card in his hand, he looked across at Ted, who now had an anxious look on his face. The third seven went down on the table.

"Goddamn! Goddamn it!!! You lucky son-of-a-bitch Barry! You had to have drawn a seven as the last card!" Ted realized that he had Barry beat up until that last card was dealt. "You lucky bastard!" 

Barry just sat back in his chair. He made no move to rake in the pot. It was a moment of glorious triumph for him. Screw the one hundred and fifty dollars, it was the Fastcom business that made the victory so very sweet.

Like two fierce combatants of medieval times, the two men stared at each other. 

Finally a big shit-eating grin came over Ted's face. "Damn it Barry, you're are one hell of a gutsy poker player. If I was going to get my ass whipped, I'm glad that it was done by someone with a set of brass balls!"

The two men got up from the table and walked over to the bar. "Let me buy you a drink, Ted. I really need one myself." Barry said as he ordered a double JD for himself and a double Wild Turkey for Ted. The two men leaned against the bar and began to bullshit about card games that they had been in and bets they had won and lost. It was a moment of male bonding.

"Let me ask you a favor, Ted" Barry said as he order another JD.

"What the fuck do you want now? You got half of my business for four years! What the fuck do you want now?" Ted's voice had a jovial ring to it as he finished his drink.

"All I want is that you don't tell the guys at the San Diego operation that I won the business for them. I want you to give them hell, rake them over the coals first. Make them think that it was all their effort that won the contract from Fastcom." Barry replied. He knew that handing the Fastcom contract to the San Diego guys would be a big downer for them. They needed to be the 'heroes'....not the big man from corporate headquarters.




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"Great idea, Barry. At least I can have some fun out of all of this." Ted smiled. "I'll give them all hell and maybe even a couple of ulcers before we close the deal."

There was another half hour of bullshit between the two men before Barry said it was time for him to get to bed. It was going on three o'clock in the morning.

The dealer had cashed Barry chips and taken the house cut. Barry walked out the door with one hundred and twenty five dollars. The house got 10% and Barry gave the dealer five thousand and another five thousand for the two bartenders to split. A great night for him, and he felt more than generous.

Walking into his suite, he saw that Carol was still waiting up for him. She was sitting curled up in a large chair reading a Patricia Cornwell novel. She dropped the book and ran over to him, throwing her arms around his neck and giving him a big kiss. 


"I was beginning to worry about you, darling. Where have you been so long?" He could tell that she was genuinely worried about him.

"Oh, nothing much just a poker game that lasted longer than it should." He answered.

Carol bowed her head slightly and with a hint of disappointment in her voice she said. "I hope that you're night was better than mine." She made a sniffling sound with her nose. "I lost five thousand dollars playing roulette and twenty-one." Her voice was very soft.

For a instant, Barry thought that he could turn her confession into an advantage for himself. He could fake being angry with her and then pull her chain for the next several days about her losses in the casino. But, on second thought, he realized that a marriage as fragile as theirs didn't need him to heap any more ridicule on top of her frail ego.

"Oh, only five thousand? You must not have done much gambling. Didn't you want to have any fun?" He said to her as a questioning look came across her face.

"What do you mean? I thought that you would be angry with me, lover." Carol was at a lost words. She thought that Barry would at least scold her for squandering their money so foolishly.

"Hey....its only money. And you are all that really matters to me." Barry said as he flashed a smile at her. "And besides, since I just won one hundred and twenty five thousand dollars in my poker game, I guess at that I can cover your losses."

Carol's mouth dropped opened. "You won one hundred and twenty five thousand dollars!" Her eyes were wide open as she looked him hard in the face.

He just smiled back at her and said, "Just lucky, I guess."

It seemed that all of Carol's worries about losing five thousand dollars just vanished in an instant.

"But, I expect to recover some of that five thousand dollars in the bedroom right now." He told her as he swept her up in his arms and walked toward the bedroom.

"What you would think of me if I gave you twenty thousand dollars worth of service tonight?" She giggled. All was very well with the Knolls. 



Chapter 7

The New Estate:

Although Carol wanted to go back to work, Barry told her that he would rather have her stay at home and be the kept wife of a successful businessman. To keep her busy, her told her to start looking for a much larger house for them to live in. He also wanted it in a more prestigious area. Somewhere like Lake Forest or Barrington Hills. It would have to be an estate to match his stature in the business world.

The idea of shopping for a new house totally excited Carol. She had several prominent real estate agencies pull of the available estates in the seven to ten million dollar range. Carol spent the next several weeks driving around looking at a number of gorgeous homes. None of them gave her the feeling that she was looking for in her next house. 

Finally, almost as a last resort, one of the agents took her to an older estate on the western edge of Barrington Hills. It was a ten acre estate with a large older house on it. The original owner had past away and the estate was being sold by his heirs. It had been vacant for almost two years. The heirs were anxious to sell the estate.

The house had a stately elegance about it. It would not appeal to anyone wanting a 'modern' abode. But, there was something about the house, the landscaping and the surrounding countryside that appealed to Carol. She wanted to put a bid in on the property.

That weekend, Barry accompanied Carol and the real estate agent. At first the house did not impress Barry. It would need a lot of renovation work in order for it to be a presentable house. But, Carol kept pushing the idea at Barry. His major objection was the distance from his office downtown. Carol told him that he could catch the commuter train at the Barrington Hills station and he could read and relax on the way to work.

Barry relented and they made an offer on the house. Five million dollars. The real estate agent was thrilled. Although the asking price was closer to seven million, she was sure that she could swing the deal. A week later, the Knolls owned a country estate.

Carol immediately jumped into the task of renovating the house. She hired interior designers and various construction companies to start making the older house into the new house for the Knolls.

Barry was glad to see that Carol was now involved in a very heady project. Her whole demeanor changed, she was very alive and full of energy as she tackled each project in the house.

As CEO of a Fortune 500 company, Barry was now sought after to join the Board of Directors of several large companies. He accepted the position for one of one companies, Fastcom, and rejected the other offers. He and Ted Swanson had become good friends after that poker game in Las Vegas.

Also, he was invited to join a Congressional Blue Ribbon panel on American industry. This panel included about a dozen other CEO's of industrial companies along with several Wall Street senior analyst. The purpose of the panel was to review all of the data available about industry in America and the rest of the world. Then they were to make recommendations to Congress on how America could best posture itself for growth in the next twenty to fifty years.

The GeoTex BoD encouraged Barry to accept the invitation and join the Congressional panel. Several of GeoTex's operations did business with the Federal Government. Barry's presence inside the beltway, could only be a negotiating plus for these operations.



Chapter 8

Carol's relapse 

It was on one of Barry's three days trips to Washington D.C. that Carol had her first major confrontation with her PTR dysfunction.

Barry left for D.C. on Tuesday and was scheduled to return on Thursday evening. Carol was in the final stages of having all the renovations done to their new home. The contractors should be complete with the work in another couple of weeks. Then they would move from their present house to the new estate.

It was Wednesday morning, and Carol was on her way to the new house. She stopped for a traffic light at an intersection. Then she heard the screeching of tires before she felt the impact of a car slamming into the rear of her car. The impact pushed her car through the intersection. 

Fortunately there were no other cars coming at that time. Stunned for a moment, Carol got out of her car and walked back to the SUV that had slammed into the back of her car. The woman in the SUV was almost in hysterics. She was crying very loudly as was the young infant strapped in the car seat. The air bag had deployed and was now deflated in front of the crying woman.

"My husband is going to be furious at me!" She was sobbing as tears raced down her face. "He's going to go through the roof. This is a brand new car." She kept wailing.

"Are you all right, lady?" Carol asked as she stepped next to the driver's door. "Is your youngster all right?" 

The question seemed to snap the woman back to reality. She turned to see the infant in the car seat. The car seat had done its job properly. The infant seemed to be safe and secure. But, the shrill noise of both mother and child crying was starting to agitate Carol. 

Carol could feel the stress and tension building in her mind. The woman was not letting up. She was screaming that it was all because she was trying to dial her cell phone. She didn't see Carol stopped for the red light until it was too late to stop safely. The wailing was getting to Carol's nerves. She walked away for the crying woman and back to her car. She could see that the rear bumper was badly damaged and the right tail light was smashed, other than that, her car appeared driveable.

She got into the front seat and dialed 911 on her cell phone to notify the police. As she heard the dispatcher's voice ask her what the emergency was, Carol's whole body began to shake. She quickly told the dispatcher about the accident and requested a patrol car to come to the scene. The dispatcher told her that a car would be there shortly. Carol closed her eyes as a strong feeling enveloped her. 

It was as if something in her mind went snap. Her hands were trembling uncontrollably as she felt a deep arousal inside her. Her mind jumped quickly to the pages that she read in Dr. Lee's books.

"Any sudden traumatic event is capable of trigging a PTR episode in these women. The event does not have to be sexual in nature. It only had to be of sufficient trauma to cause the relapse." 

For Carol, this accident had just triggered the dysfunction in her mind. It even surprised Carol that she was able to recognize the mental change that had just occurred in her psyche. It was a similar feeling to the one she experienced that Saturday night when she accepted Les' conditions for their affair. The same feeling she got in Dr. Lee's office as he flashed her nude photos in front of her.

Her fuck-slut persona was now in charge. She closed her eyes and placed her head back on the head rest. Vivid images of her fuck-slut sessions with her lover, flashed across her mind as she became more and more aroused.

A sharp tapping on the window startled her. She opened her eyes and saw a young handsome police office standing beside her car.

"Are you all right, mam?" He was asking as he indicated to her to roll down the side window. "Are you all right, mam?" He asked again as the window disappeared into the door.

"Yes, officer. I think I am. I don't feel any injury." Carol said as she looked intently at this handsome specimen of the male species. He excited and aroused her.

"May I see your driver's license and registration, mam?" He asked. Carol nodded to him and reached over for her purse. In the rear view mirror, she saw another police officer talking to the woman in the SUV.

"Mrs. Carol Knoll. Is this your current address?" He asked.

"Yes. But, we'll be moving in another month." Carol replied. As she looked at the officer, she had this urge to jump his body and suck his cock. Her entire body was tingling with aroused sensations 

The officer wrote down all the information that Carol gave him and then he turned and walked back to his patrol car. Carol could see the two officers talking by their car. Thoughts of Les and Phil fucking her body all night raced through her mind as she watched these two officers. She was a bitch in heat.

Finally, the handsome officer returned to the side of her car. He handed back her license and registration. "This is an accident report sheet, mam. You should give a copy of it to your insurance company. It states that you were not at fault in this accident. It also has the lady's name and insurance company on it." He had a warm smile on his face as he asked her one last time. "And you are all right, correct mam? Do you feel capable of driving your car home?" 

It took all of Carol's concentration to control her shaking hands. She finally told the office that she was ok and that she felt she felt that she could drive her car home. A voice in the back of her mind shouted out. "Ask him to throw your ass in the back seat and fuck your brains out!"

"Be careful, mam." The officer said as he walked away from her car.

Carol was still shaking badly. Her hands trembled and her breathing was very rapid. She started her car and turned around and headed back home. No way could she continue out to the new house. She needed someplace to hide.

Pulling into the garage, Carol bolted out of her car and ran up to the bedroom. In the closet were the two sealed boxes from their wedding day. She grabbed the box with the label: Photo Album - Video Tape. Taking the box with her she went into the den. As she sat on the floor with the box, she began to cry.

The realization of what happened just an hour ago was like a knife in her brain. That minor traffic accident was enough to cause her mind to relapse into a mental state that she thought she was strong enough to keep under control. She just found out that she wasn't that strong.

Slipping the video cassette into the VCR player, she turned on the TV and VCR player. Opening up her wedding album, she stared at the large photo in her wedding dress. The video began playing on the TV screen and Carol watched herself as she and her father walked slowly down the church aisle. She focused intently on the actions moving on the TV scene. 

Carol sat cross legged on the floor holding the photo tightly against her chest. She rocked slowly back and forth like a little child. 

"I, Carol Bastel, do take thee Barry Knoll to be my lawful husband." The smiling bride said to the handsome man standing beside her.

The tears gushed out of her eyes as she reached for the phone. She called Barry's cell phone. There was a recorded voice telling her that the cell phone was not in service and for her to leave a message.

"Oh god Barry, I need to talk to you. Something terrible has happened and I need to hear your voice. Please call me as soon as you get this message. I love you." It was a cry for help, filled with angst and tension.

Carol hung up the phone and rolled into a fetal position as the video continued to play out on the TV screen. Slowly as she rocked back and forth, she could feel her sexual arousal fading away. 

She had remembered that Dr. Lee had used the same method to snap her out of the fuck-slut state that he had triggered with the photos of her sucking Les' cock. The video of her wedding day was having the same effect. By the time the phone rang two hours later, Carol's crisis had past. She had rocked herself to sleep. The ringing phone jarred back to consciousness.

"Hello." She said in a sleepy voice.

"Carol, I just got your message. What's wrong, honey? Are you all right?" Barry's voice on the other end brought her completely back to the present.

"Oh god Barry, its so good to hear your voice. I'm all right now. But, when I called you, I was fighting a relapse. I think I'm out of that state now." Carol said in a clear voice.

"You had another PTR episode? Was anyone else involved?" Barry was shocked.

"Yes, the episode was triggered by a minor auto accident this morning. I was rear-ended by a lady on her cell phone. Just minor damage, but the shock and trauma was enough to stress my mind into doing a flip-flop." She paused as she cleared her throat.


"Fortunately, I was able to drive home and get out our wedding video. That help me snap out of the fuck-slut state." Her voice and demeanor were back to normal once again.

"I'm coming home, darling. Nothing here but a lot of long winded assholes. I'll get the jet to fly out in the next hour. I should be home around seven o'clock." Barry said as he looked at his watch.

"Oh Barry, that would be so wonderful, but you don't have to leave if something important is going on back there." Carol replied as her heart sped up upon hearing that he was coming home.

"Nothing is more important than my wife. I'll see you around seven. Gotta go now." 

"I can't wait for you to hold me in your arms, lover. Have a safe trip home." The world was becoming much better for her now.

Barry arrived home at six thirty. Carol greeted him at the door with a hug and a passionate open mouth kiss. She was very glad to see him, he was glad to hold her close to him.

After changing his business clothes, he and Carol retired to the den and began to talk about her episode earlier that morning.

"As much as I wanted to deny the fact that Dr. Lee diagnosed a latent dysfunction in my mental structure, I was faced with the reality of that this morning." Carol's voice was a soft and subdued. 

"The accident wasn't that serious. I should have been able to shrug it off and just go about my business. But, the stress of it, the wailing of that distraught woman, her crying infant all seemed to build up to a traumatic situation that made me snap."

Barry didn't ask any questions or make any comments. This was confession time for Carol and he knew his job was just to listen.

"The most frightening thing about it, my love, is that if I were alone with a man, any man, at that time....I would have had sex with him. I don't believe I could have stopped myself. I even wanted to go down on the officer I was so sexually aroused at that time." She tilted her head backwards and let out a deep sigh before continuing.

"If I hadn't remembered that trick that Dr. Lee used to snap me out of the fuck-slut state that I was in at his office, I would have gone looking for someone to fuck." Carol started to cry. Barry just held her tightly as she sobbed quietly on his chest.


"Oh god Barry, I'm so frightened. This illness isn't going to go away no matter how hard I try to force it. Just thinking about my sexual desires this morning, makes me feel like I have been unfaithful to you again." More tears, more sobbing. "What happens the next time? Will I have the will power to get home without having a sex session with another man?"

Barry didn't have any answers for her. All he could do was hold her and comfort her. That evening their sex was almost sedate. No real passion from Carol. She seemed locked up inside herself. It was as if she needed to guard her emotions, even from her loving husband.

Another night of staring up at the ceiling for Barry. He remember the words that Jack had told him in one of his sessions: "First, I must tell you that I firmly believe that she deeply loves you and wants to continue as your wife. Yet, there is still this deep desire to have a dominant force in her life. Its almost like a right brain - left brain situation for her."

Jack had also told him that it would be impossible for one man to satisfy both states of mind for Carol. Sleep wasn't going to come easy for Barry.

Chapter 9 

What to do next:

It was mid-morning, Friday when Barry finally decided on a course of action. He had spent the entire day yesterday staying home with Carol, helping to calm her. Still, she was a bundle of raw nerves. It was the realization in her mind just how susceptible she was to having a relapse. She would start crying every time that thought came into her mind.

Barry dialed Dr. Lee's office. Becky answered in her sweet voice.

"Hello Becky, is the doctor in? This in Barry Knoll."

"Oh hello, Mr. Knoll." Becky had recognized voice even before he told her his name. "No, Dr. Lee is not here at this time. He is lecturing to the senior class. Then he was a back-to-back lecture with the graduate students. He won't be back to the office for another two hours." She paused to see if Barry had any comments. "Should I go and give him a message that you called?" 

"No, Becky. I'll either call back later or maybe just drive over and see the doctor later. Thank you anyway." His voice was calm and gave Becky no hints of what he wanted to see the doctor about.

"Very well, Mr. Knoll. I will tell Dr. Lee that you called. Anything else?" She asked, trying to probe a little more.

"No, Becky. That's all. You have a great day now. Bye" Barry said as he hung up. He leaned back in his chair and thought about what his options were. Then, he got up and told Carol that he was going to drive over and see the good doctor this afternoon.




A Conspiracy to Defraud...



Carol looked surprise at him. "Are you wanting to start the therapy sessions again with him?" There was a worried tone in Carol's voice.

"I don't really know what I want to do at this point, dear. We both know that Jack was correct in his diagnosis about the your dysfunction." Barry sucked in a deep breath. "I think I need to see him at least one more time and see what he has to say about our progress and about this latest relapse."

Carol didn't respond. She just sat there like a sorry little girl who had been caught doing something wrong and was given 'time-out' for her misbehavior. 

The drive over to the college campus was a slow and careful one for Barry. His mind was not focused on his driving, so he over compensated by driving much slower. All of his brain power was diverted to the task of sorting out his feeling and emotions about this latest relapse of Carol's. 

She was very honest with him in her description of how the snap in her mind effected her behavior. She told him at in that state, she was out of control. Given the right opportunity, she would have sucked and fucked any man who was available for her.

Neither he nor Carol could live their lives with that sword hanging over their heads. As in all of his business problems, Barry knew that it was time for a corrective action plan. Something drastic needed to be introduced to change the status quo. Maybe it was his basic thinking that would have to make the biggest change. 

Barry made his way down the hallway to the lecture room where Dr. Lee was holding his class. He tried to slip into the back of the room without being noticed, but the doctor was an old hand at knowing what was going on in his classroom. Dr. Lee immediately recognized Barry taking a seat in the back of the room.

Dr. Lee's heart began to race faster. He almost forgot what he was saying to the class.

"Human sexuality is one of the most complex and misunderstood aspects of human behavior. And that is a very surprising fact, simply because nature instilled a sex drive in both men and woman as a means of procreation." He took several steps away from the podium. "Human sexuality has been severely distorted by religious beliefs, customs and even sexually transmitted diseases. These distortion may never be completely expunged from the human species..." 

Dr. Lee's lecture lasted another forty-five minutes. The class bell rang and the entire student body seemed to rise up at once and head for the door. 

Barry remained seated as the room emptied of all the students. For a moment his mind told him that they were all headed back to their dorms to see if they could start to their campaign of reversing all the negative sexual distortions they learned about sex in this class. 

Jack placed all of his notes in his briefcase and while he was doing that he called out to Barry.

"Nice to see you, my friend. I wasn't sure that I would ever see you again. So, what brings you here?" Jack was now walking back to where Barry was seated.

"I was sure that we would see each other sometime in the future, Jack. I didn't think that it would be this soon." Barry responded as he stood up and shook Jack's hand.

"She had a serious relapse, didn't she, Barry?" Was all that Jack said to him as the two men walked out of the lecture room and down the long hallway. Barry didn't answer Jack's question immediately. The words just rolled around in his mind.

"Yes. Just this past Wednesday." Barry replied as they walked up the steps to Jack's office. Becky was sitting at her desk and looked up as the two men approached. She smiled at the both of them and in a joking manner she said.

"Doctor, a Mr. Knoll called earlier this morning." A girlish smile was all over her face.

"I'll call him later, Becky. He such a nuisance." Jack smiled back at her.

Barry made a kissing motion at her and winked one eye. The way her face lit up, she could have been Cassie's sister.

The office door closed and the two men took chairs opposite each other. Barry was a bit uncomfortable being back in this office again. But, he forced that negative feeling back into his mind as he and Jack stared at each other for a silent moment.

Jack's hope rose that his 'perfect couple' might be returning for therapy. Ever since that Saturday when Barry told him that he and Carol would not longer be coming to his therapy sessions, Jack had been in a blue funk. Now, it seemed that there might be some hope at last.

"Before we get started on the dark stuff, tell me how have you been, Barry." Jack said as he shifted his body in the chair.

Barry smiled and then recounted all of the recent successes in his life. His promotion to CEO, the increase in GeoTex's stock value, the new house that he and Carol had purchased...one after another they were good things, good events...successful things that Barry was telling Jack.

Like the well trained psychiatrist, Jack listened intently as Barry narrated all the good things that had happened in both his career and in his marriage. Nothing with Barry would be rushed. If this was going to be his second chance to recruit 'the perfect couple' he didn't want to blow it again. He would be very cautious this time.

Barry finished his dialogue and then looked hard at Jack. "Now, I suppose you want to hear the dark stuff?" There was a change in the tone of Barry's voice.

"Whatever you want to tell me, Barry I'm here to listen." Jack responded.

It took another fifteen minutes for Barry to tell Jack everything that happened this past Wednesday and the effect that it had on Carol's psyche. He ended this dialogue by telling Jack that something drastic would have to happen to bring some mental accord to both he and Carol.

"Continuing along like this is not good for either of us. I don't know what the answer is, but I can see the intense strain it is having on Carol now that she knows she can fall off the faithfulness wagon with something as minor as a traffic accident." Barry was sure that he knew where Jack would take the conversation.

But Jack stuck with the subject at hand. Barry's successes and Carol's failures.

"If you remember back to our previous sessions, Barry, you may recall that Carol had told you that one of the reasons she thought she had her fall from grace was the fact that you were always so successful and that she always felt like a failure." Jack started speaking slowly and carefully. 

"You just told me about two more significant situations where you came out a winner in her eyes and at the same time reinforced her failure status. You were lucky in your poker game, she lost money in the casino. You were able to withstand the temptation of having sex with a young and willing female, she was so aroused by her relapse that she would have fucked any man who wanted her." Jack stopped and looked across at Barry. He could see that his words had hit home.

"Goddamn it Jack, I don't do those things to be superior to Carol. None of my actions are intended to make her feel like a failure." Barry said in self defense.

"I know that, Barry. But, the fact of life remains...you are always in the winner's circle and she isn't." Jack sucked in a deep breath. "And I agree with something you said earlier. Something drastic has to change or else your marriage is doomed." ... A long pause ... "What can you do to make her feel good about herself? To make her feel like a complete woman?"

Barry leaned forward, his head bent, eyes looking at the carpet shaking his head. 

"I know where this conversation is heading, Jack." Barry said in a surrendering voice. "A ugly conversation about a polyamory arrangement." 

But, if that were the only answer to bringing peace and stability into his marriage, then he needed to fully understand all the obvious and hidden ramifications of such an arrangement. He knew what the only other alternative was, the big D.

The thing that Barry secretly feared the most, was the possibility that in such an arrangement, Carol might end up having more love for her other 'husband' than she would for him. And in the end, after all that he would have sacrificed, his marriage to Carol might still end up in divorce court.

"I'm not sure where to start this discussion with you, Barry. Nothing in my previous diagnosis has changed. I told you that Carol would have a relapse, it was just a matter of time." Jack was trying to be careful with his words. He didn't want to anger Barry, but at the same time, he wanted to find out all he could about where Barry's mind really was.

"I even told you that this dysfunction in Carol's mind will always be with her. As of today, there is no medication that can cure or block out the tendency to flip-flop into her other persona." Jack worked his jaw slightly as he watched for Barry's reaction. There wasn't any. Barry just sat there stone faced.

"I could tell you stories of the events that occurred with several of my previous female patients, but that might only tend to muddy up the waters in your mind all the more." Jack slowed his speaking. "I will just say that there was only one case where the out come was beneficial to the patient." 

Barry interrupted. "You have been referring to PTR as a female dysfunction. Are there any cases of men being afflicted with this dysfunction?"

"None that I have found in my research, Barry. That doesn't mean that some form of the dysfunction doesn't occur in men. It may just manifest itself in a different way. It could be that its what many experts label as a 'mid-life crisis' in men." Jack paused. "Maybe after I finish my research on the female side of PTR, I'll start doing some research on male subject." Jack smiled. "Who knows what I might discover?"

There was a very awkward silence in the room. It was as if both men were waited for some revelation to descend upon them.

"So its all doom and gloom from here on out....correct Jack?" Barry shook his head slightly as the meaning behind those words filled his mind.

"It could very well be just that, if you let it, Barry. The options you have to resolve your mental conflict are very limited. Its a little like deciding which hand to have cut off, the right one, or the left one. Either way its going to hurt and lifestyle changes will have to be made." Jack was getting some positive vibes from Barry's words and his demeanor. Maybe.....just maybe....

"Do you want to continue this discussion, Barry? I think you know where this path is going to lead." Jack asked wanting Barry's permission to continue.

"Why the hell not, Jack! You said my options are limited. There is divorce. A quick and simple solution on the surface, but it may be more like cutting out my heart instead of either of my hands." Barry said as he let out a long sigh. "And then there's the other choice, maybe that choice would be like cutting off my cock."

Jack just let Barry's comments echo around the room. He didn't want to jump on the bait just yet.

"Let's back you out of the equation for a minute, Barry. You really came here to talk about Carol. You told me that she is having a rough time trying to cope with her dysfunction. You also said that she read those two books I gave her." ... A long pause... "So, now she knows all there is to know about PTR and she has some understanding of how frail she really is. I can only imagine the mental turmoil that she's in after Wednesday's episode. And she also knows that it will happen to her again." Jack needed to get inside Barry's head a little deeper.

"Have you ever heard that song, "Torn Between Two Lovers" sung by Mary MacGregor? It was a popular song in the early 70's." ... Jack smiled ... "You were probably still in diapers when it was on the pop charts." 

"I think I may have heard it once or twice. Its a chick song isn't it?" Barry said as if he could have cared less about any song at that moment.

"I only mention it, Barry, because that song struck a nerve with a lot of women during that period. You might even say that it was a 'wake up song' for the secret polyamory groups of that era." ... Another pause ... "I have played it for several of my female patients, they all said the words of the song expressed exactly how they felt during their PTR episodes. Its a song that Carol would probably adopt as her theme song."

There was no response from Barry as his eyes seemed focused somewhere out in space. His mind was filled with some heavy duty thoughts. Question after question went whizzing through his brain. Questions about his manhood. Questions about his wife. Questions about the morality of all of this. Questions but no answers.

Jack could see that Barry had been wrestling with the idea of a pluralistic marriage ever since he gave Barry that book to read. It was a very weighty subject for any man to have to contemplate. A multi-partner relationship flew in the face of everything our moral society preaches about 'family values'.

Yet, after all the searching for a neat solution, after all the gut wrenching questions, it all comes down to Barry accepting Carol for the person she is and allowing her to satisfy an inner desire that she had no control over. 

For over a month, Barry had tried to distill down all his thoughts and emotions into some new moral code for himself. Jack's words, from the previous therapy sessions, were never that far below the surface of his mind. They would bubble up to the surface without Barry ever thinking about them. 

"I want you to leave this session thinking about your wife's new lover. Who will he be? How will you accept him into your marriage? Carol needs a pluralistic marriage, Barry. You need to accept that fact and be willing to participate in that marriage arrangement."

"You know that I have some very deep seeded concerns about this solution that you are proposing, Jack" Barry said as he folded his hands across his chest. "There seems to be so many ugly possibilities that could come out of an arrangement." ...A long sigh, a long pause ... "I guess that the possibility of losing Carol in the end is what bothers me the most. What if I accept the solution that you propose, a pluralistic marriage or some sort of similar arrangement, and Carol then accepts her other husband as her primary mate? What do I do then?" 

"If you want guarantees from me, Barry. You came to the wrong place." Jack gave a hard answer. "Remember that we are dealing with complex human emotions here. Very few can be predicted with absolute certainty. I don't have a crystal ball nor can I predict the future. But, as in all of your business dealings, if Plan A doesn't work, you develop a Plan B." Jack looked hard at Barry. 

He knew that Barry was slowly approaching that inevitable conclusion that he would have to accept that Carol was a dual personality female. Accepting that fact, Barry stood squarely at the decision matrix. Either a divorce or a multi-partner arrangement.

Barry's mind jumped to another question. 

"What if Carol gets stuck in her fuck-slut persona, Jack? Then what? Do I just walk away from my wife and marriage?" The question peeled back another layer of concern for Barry.

"I haven't seen that happen in any of my previous patients, Barry. I will say that after awhile, the female tends to favor one state over the other, but never fully getting stuck in just one state." Jack was now getting more hopeful.

"Carol's change of mental state, into her fuck-slut state, seems to be triggered by very simple stress situations. What about those things that can trigger her change back to the loving wife state?" Barry was sorting through all of his concerns.

"You already know that presenting her with photos and scenes from her wedding day can cause her to flip-flop back into the loving wife state. Seeing photos of their wedding day is almost a universal trigger to induce a change in women with the PTR syndrome. But, there are other items that can also trigger a flip-flop back to the loving wife state. One woman only had to hold or pet a puppy to get the sensation she needed to return from her fuck-slut state. Loving events seem to be a trigger also. Valentine's Day is a great example of that. Going to a friend's wedding is another and sometimes just holding a baby will do it." Jack ran through a quick mental list of triggers that he had witnessed with previous female patients.

"Carol's ability to recognize that a stressful situation caused her to flip-flop was a huge revelation for her. But, even more significant, was her taking control of the situation and getting herself to reverse that flip-flop. Most of the other women I have treated, would have headed for the nearest bar and picked up the first willing male she could find." ... Long pause... "Carol didn't do that. I am somewhat surprised by her actions, but that maybe a real demonstration of her deep love for you. 

"There isn't just one cause and one reaction for women with the PTR dysfunction. The action and reaction vary in each one of them. And it can be different from episode to episode." Jack stopped talking. Now it would be up to Barry to return the volley.

Barry sat back in the chair, head tilted backwards and eyes closed. He sat there very still, the only movement was the rising and falling of his chest. Ugly Decision #1 faced off with Ugly Decision #2 rolling around in his brain. 

There were times when the scale tipped toward the divorce decision. He rationalized that since there were not kids involved, the divorce could almost be a clean surgical procedure. She would be free to live whatever life she chose, and he would move on to whatever his future held for him. 

But what the hell is this thing called love?!? All he had to do was look at her face, kiss her lips and he knew that life without her would be almost impossible. There was this tremendous attracting force that had a firm grip on his mind and his emotions. Divorcing her and walking away from her for good seemed like an act of suicide to him.

"So, tell me how you would see this 'new' arrangement coming about." Barry said to Jack as Ugly Decision #1 lay dying in a pool of blood.

"For a pluralistic relationship to work, Carol would have to be ready to accept the arrangement. She would have to feel that she was not forced into an arrangement by the two of us." This could be the final step, Jack thought. Don't blow it now.

"She would have to feel that new partner was one of her choosing. That would mean that she could select the partner she wanted, not you......" Jack seemed to stop in mid sentence as another thought took over.

"Since were standing on the threshold of a monumental decision, Barry, let's discuss one other critical aspect of a multi-partner relationship. Let's say that the male partner has been selected and he is acceptable to the both of you. Now, its your turn to select a female partner to share those empty times when Carol is with her partner." Jack was now taking his time. Slowly inching forward, not wanting to spook his prey.

"In all case studies involving multi-partner relationships, the statistics show that the husband is 40% more likely to accept the other male partner than the wife is able to accept the other female partner." ... pause ... "Somewhat of a Catch 22 here. That seems that acceptance maybe rooted in the jealousy gene of the female species." Jack took his time now. Barry settled back with his eyes closed.

"I'm only telling you this Barry, because you will likely feel the need for female companionship whenever Carol is not with you. Selecting that female partner will require Carol's participation and approval." ... pause .... "I never said that developing a multi-partner relationship would be easy."

"God what a mess! The more I try to resolve the crisis, the more tangled and confusing the answers seem." Barry thought to himself. "There doesn't seem to be any, 'And they lived happily ever after' scenario for us."