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Regaining Control

"Mr. Reynolds." The private investigator I had hired shook my hand as I slipped into the other side of the booth. His expression and the manila envelope on the table did not bode well for this meeting. "I'm afraid I've got some bad news for you."

I regarded him with a smirk. "I wish I could say I was shocked and surprised but, obviously, I hired you."

"Do you want to see?" he asked.

I was torn. I didn't really care about the details, but I should see the evidence before I confronted Laura with it. "Yep, let me see it."

The Pulitzer Prize was safe for the time being. What these shots lacked in artistic merit, they made up for in capturing the facts. "Glenn." I should have known. I never trusted him as far as I could throw him, but, still, it was disappointing.

"This should give you plenty of leverage when you file for divorce."

I pitied the PI sitting across the table from me. His voice was so very jaded. "Yep, but is that really what I want to do?" I was going to need some time to decide, and to do a little research.

This was going to be an interesting meeting. Two weeks of searching the internet had yielded a single lead worthy of follow-up. I had skipped out of work at 3:30 to see if things were going to work out. I stepped up to the large house and rang the doorbell.

The man who answered the door had a touch of grey in his brown hair. "Mr. Reynolds. Welcome. I'm George Williams."

"Nice to meet you."

"Come in. Come in." I moved into the foyer. This guy had all the charm of a used car salesman. He was starting to creep me out. "I know you're a busy man. You probably want to meet Alex right away."

"That would be great." George led me into what I presume was some kind of sitting room. The two ladies occupying the room were not sitting. They were kneeling on the floor in the center of the room, fingers interlaced in front of them, feet crossed behind them, knees touching elbows, foreheads on the rug, and their asses in the air. 'So that's what 'diamond position' looks like' I thought. Oh, one last thing. They weren't wearing a stich of clothing.

"This," George said, pointing to the platinum blonde, "is Michelle, and this," pointing to the brunette, "is Alexandra. She's the one you were interested in." My poker face was getting a workout. I felt like I just got a straight-flush off the initial deal. 'No cards for me, thanks. I'll just play these.' "This envelope contains the result of her latest checkup, including an STD exam. I'm sure you would like to get acquainted. We'll leave you alone." I'm pretty sure he just told me to have my way with her. "Alexandra, you will follow Mr. Reynolds' commands as if they were my own. Michelle, come." Michelle jumped up quickly and followed George from the room.

Time to kick the tires. "Alexandra, please stand at ease."

"I'm sorry, Master, I don't know what that means." 'Master'. I guess I'll have to get used to that.

"Stand with your feet shoulder-width apart and clasp your hands behind your back." She was quick to comply. When she settled into position, I realized she was pretty in the face. I examined her slowly. Her finger nails, her hair, her lips. I'd like to say I avoided looking at her naughty bits, but I'm a guy, and she was naked. Sue me. "Please open your mouth." Her teeth were nice. Wait! What am I doing? Buying a horse? "Thank you. Please close your mouth and look at me." Lovely brown eyes. "Alex. May I call you Alex?"

"You may call me anything you wish, Master."

Crap! Take control, John! "Are you aware of your situation?"

Her eyes instantly filled with tears. "Yes, Master. My Master is looking for a new master for me."

Crap! What is it about cryin' dames that turns a guy's resolve to mush. I took Alex's hand and led her over to the couch. I sat down and grabbed her by the hips, guiding her to sit in my lap. "Let's try this again. What is your full name?"

"Alexandra Elisabeth Fulton."

"Hi Alex. My name is Jonathan Maxwell Reynolds. How did you come to be in Mr. Williams' service?"

"My father died of cancer when I was 13. My mother used the insurance money to pay for my college. She died in a car accident driving home from my graduation. I was alone and adrift when I met my Master. He took me in and gave me structure. He ordered my life and kept me sane. I've been with him for twelve years now." The tears started to well up in her eyes again.

And now George Williams was casting her aside. This guy was an asshole. "Alex, my wife is having sex with another man behind my back. It seems to me we have something in common. We have both been betrayed and abandoned." Alex sniffled, trying to hold back the tears. "Will you follow my command, Alex?" She nodded her head. "Cry with me." I let the tears flow as I hugged Alex around the waist. She wrapped her arms around my neck as she sobbed. We cried and cried, and got it out of our system. When we had got ourselves back together, I said, "I think we can work this out, Alex, but I don't know what I'm doing. Will you help me be a good master?"

She nodded her head, both of us reluctant to let go of each other. She said, "The first thing is to never admit to your submissive that you don't know what you're doing."

The grin that crept across her face was infectious. "You little SCAMP!" I punctuated my admonition with a firm smack across her backside.

"Oh! Master is learning." I think we've got a keeper here.

"Come live with me, and be my love, and we shall all the pleasures prove."

"Yes, Master."

"Although I expect we will prove a few pleasures Marlow didn't even consider."

"There is nothing new under the sun."

"Touche! I think we're going to get along just fine. Please go find Mr. Williams so we can conclude our business." My eyes were glued to her sweet backside as she got up and left the room.

When George, Alex, and Michelle returned, I had almost gotten used to the girls being naked. "Have you come to a decision, Mr. Reynolds?"

"Alex and I have come to an agreement."

"Fantastic! Alexandra, I shall miss you terribly. Goodbye."

"Wait. Wait." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Surely it will take some time for her to gather her things..."

George didn't disguise his condescending look. "Everything she HAD is mine. And now, everything she HAS is yours. Goodbye."

"How much to rent her room for the night?" George turned around slowly as I pulled my wallet from my back pocket.

"One hundred dollars."

I handed him five twenties and turned to face Alex. Her eyes had filled with tears again. "You are now mine. You will spend the night here. You will have all of your things packed before you go to work tomorrow. Here is my card, and here is forty dollars for incidentals. You will call me tomorrow from work and we will coordinate exactly when you are to arrive at my house. Do you require anything else to accomplish the tasks I have assigned you?"

"She will need some clothes to go to work in tomorrow," George piped in. I handed him sixty dollars more.

"I expect that to buy me a respectable wardrobe for my new pet, rather than you taking a pile of clothes to Goodwill." I needed to get out of here before I punched this guy. I turned back to Alex. "My cell is on that card. You will call me if any need arises that you feel needs my input. I will see you tomorrow, Alex." I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her soundly before I walked out the door.

"Hi, Sweetie. How was your day?"

"Uh!" Laura almost made it to the table with her armload of stuff. No sense in making two trips when you can make one and drop half the stuff you're carrying half-way to your destination. "If I wrote everything down that goes on in that office and submitted it as a script to a soap opera, they'd reject it as not believable," she sighed.

"Sounds like a tough day. I'm sorry, Sweetie."

"I'm gonna change my clothes and walk the dog."

While she was gone, I pulled out a few things for our little talk. Two manila envelopes. After she returned and gave the dog a treat, the smelly little freak came over and jumped in my lap like he hadn't seen me in ages. I scratched his butt and rubbed his chest and then put him back on the floor.

"Laura, come here a minute."

"What is it? I was going to fix dinner." She came into the living room drying her hands with a dish towel.

"I need you to take a look at what is in this envelope."

She's good. If I didn't know she was cheating, it would be hard to detect the signs of trepidation in her manner. As she thumbed through the pictures, a few tears slid down her face. "Why aren't you yelling at me?"

I'd been working on my answer for three weeks now. "You obviously aren't satisfied with our relationship. Neither am I. Now that you have surrendered the moral high-ground, things are going to change."

"You're going to divorce me." A fresh batch of tears has started making its way down her face.

"Actually, that's my last resort, unless, of course, you want to go ahead and end it. I must warn you that my lawyer is primed to try and put you in the poor house." Minimal reaction from her. I bet she's played this scenario out in her mind since she started cheating on me. "I would also do my best to try and destroy Glenn's life." I let her stew for a while on that one. "Do you want a divorce?"

"No."

"What do you want?"

"I want things to go back to the way they were."

"That's not going to happen."

"What IS going to happen?" She met my eyes for the first time since seeing the pictures.

"First of all, I've opened a new bank account in my name only at a different bank and my paychecks are being directly deposited to that account."

"But I've gotten better about my spending!" she pleaded.

"Yes, you have, but that's like saying 'The democrats realize they have to cut the budget, too'. When we got married, you said you wanted to control the finances. I was naive enough to think we had the same ideas about money. Combining our bank accounts was one of the worst mistakes I've ever made. That mistake has now been rectified."

"How are we going to split up the bills?" Laura asked.

"Since I make three fourths of our income, I'll pay three fourths of all the bills. If you make a purchase for the household and want to be reimbursed for it, save the receipt. I'll to the same," I replied.

"I hate keeping track of receipts," she growled at the table.

"That's a shame. Then you'll eat the entire cost of whatever you buy. I'd suggest sending me shopping more often."

"Wait. That doesn't leave me very much money."

I shrugged and told her, "Get a better job." It's a good thing looks can't kill. "Secondly, I will not have sex with you until I know for sure that you AND Glenn don't have any STDs. Get tested and get me the results."

She looked at me incredulously. "You still want to have sex with me?"

"I love you. I have needs, and I really enjoy having sex with you." She studied me to see if she could believe me. "However, we do not have sex nearly enough to meet my needs. I'm going to make arrangements to take care of that."

"Are you telling me you are going to take a lover?" The expression on her face was priceless.

"You took one behind my back. I'm not going to hide what I'm doing from you."

"Don't you want me to stop seeing Glenn?" I'm pretty sure she never envisioned this conversation going in this direction.

"I don't care. I don't need to know all the gory details. Just don't lie to me about anything you're doing, and don't bring any kind of crud home. If I get the clap, you get divorced."

"I can't believe this conversation," Laura said slowly.

"I love you, and I am concerned for your happiness, but your happiness is no longer my primary concern." The doorbell rang. "I'll get that."

I opened the door to find a cute young lady. I say young. She's thirty-five, which is young to my forty-six. "Hi Alex. Come on in." She handed me a manila envelope as she came in the door. She was the polar opposite to my wife. Long brunette to my wife's short blonde. Five two to my wife's five eight. Light complexion to my wife's nice tan. Slim to my wife's heft. Alex could still lose a few pounds, but I felt certain I could pick her up in my arms. I closed the door behind her and lead her into the living room.

"Laura, this is Alex. Alex, this is my wife Laura."

Laura scanned slowly from me to Alex, and back to me. "John, who is this person?"

"Alex is my pet." Ladies and gentlemen, the train is off the rails!!

"What do you mean by 'pet'?"

I felt like the proud owner of a new car showing it off for my girl. "Alex is a submissive. She is here to attend to my every whim."

"You're kidding, right?"

Time for a demonstration. "Alex, please remove all your clothes." She unzipped her dress, dropped it to the floor and proceeded to remove her bra. She wasn't wearing any panties.

"Oh god, John. Really?"

After she removed all her clothes, I leaned in and told her, "At ease, please." Her tits were now very much on display. My goodness, she's a cutie. "Alexandra has given me her life. I will do whatever I want to her, whenever I want to do it."

Laura actively ignored Alex, focusing her ire on me. "Should I call the cops?"

"This is not an abduction. Alex is here because she wants to be here."

Laura shifted her gaze to Alex, and then launched herself off the couch. "You get out of my house right now, you little SLUT!!" Alex bent over to retrieve her clothes. I availed myself of her extended posterior and spanked her as hard as I could, twice.

"STAND AT ATTENTION, SLUT!" The violence of my reaction took my wife by surprise. Alex came to attention with surprise and shock on her face. I moved to interpose myself between my wife and my pet. "She is MINE! If you don't like the way this is going, then consider us separated and GET THE FUCK OUT!" Once she took a step backwards, I knew I had regained control.

I turned back to Alex. A single tear had made its way down her face. "A slave cannot serve two masters. Do you serve me or my wife?"

"I serve you, Master."

I walked slowly around Alex like a drill instructor. Being out of her sight put her less in control. Also, I wanted to keep an eye on Laura. "I am not your master. Not yet. I aspire to that title. Until I have earned that title, though, you will refer to me as 'Sir'. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

"If I am not your master, then you are not my slave. What are you?"

Alex thought for a moment. "I am your slut?"

I spanked her on the other cheek. "Wrong! You are my pet. I said so earlier when I introduced you to my wife. You must pay attention. I will not have a stupid slave. Do you enjoy being used?"

"Yes, Mast...Sir."

"Ah ha! My pet can learn! Stand at ease." As she assumed the position, I placed my hand on her bare stomach and slid it down slowly, until I cupped her mound. I slid a finger in and she was very wet. Alex let a small moan escape. She was getting off on being spanked. I'm sure being naked and disciplined in front of a stranger only added to the thrill. I looked directly at my slut of a wife and put my freshly wetted finger in my mouth. "You are enjoying this, aren't you, Alex."

"Yes, Sir."

Laura was wide-eyed and took another step back. I bet she's never seen this side of me before. Time for some general rules. "The person before you is Mrs. Reynolds. You will address her as such. You will NOT obey any of her commands. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

"You may fulfill any request she makes of you at your discretion. 'Get me a glass of water' you may not do. That is a command. 'Please sweep the floor' you may consider doing as a courtesy to Mrs. Reynolds. That is a request. 'Please leave my house' you may not do because it is in direct violation of my wishes. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

"You will have a safe word. Are you familiar with the concept of a safe word?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Did you have a safe word before?"

"No, Sir."

"Please, explain to me what a safe word is."

Alex kept her eyes front and center. "A safe word is a word for a submissive to use when they want whatever is happening to stop."

"Very good. Your safe word is 'pickle'. Please say your safe word."

"Pickle."

"Very good. You will notice that I use 'please' and 'thank you' frequently. Do not mistake my courtesy for a lack of resolve. I expect an equal level of courtesy in ALL of your dealings with other people. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Mrs. Reynolds is unacquainted with this type of relationship. Please see to her education, beginning now. Who holds the power in our relationship?"

"You do, Sir."

I smacked her bare ass again. She was pinking up nicely. "Wrong! You hold the power in this relationship. YOU have given control to ME. You could withdraw your gift, walk out my door, and make your own life at any time. I appreciate the honor and responsibility of your gift. Thank you." I moved in front of her, cradled her face in my hands, and kissed her with all the passion I could muster. Alex responded in kind. When I turned around, Laura was still in the same position, immobilized by my little speech. I picked up the two remaining manila envelopes from the table and handed them to my wife. "Here are the test results for Alex and myself. I look forward to receiving yours. Alex, please pick up your clothes and follow me."

Laura had started opening the envelope. "Where are you taking her?"

"I'm bedding her down in the computer room. I'll be making some modifications in there."

"I'm not cooking for her!" Laura yelled as we headed down the hall.

"I'm not asking you to."

I lead Alex into the computer room where I had cleared out a corner. I had Alex assist me in pulling a twin bedframe, box spring, and mattress out of the closet in that room. The set had belonged to one of my girls. We put it in the closet when we converted this room to a computer room. Laura rarely comes in here, so I regard the space as mine by default. The other bedroom is set up as a guest room. I pulled sheets, a blanket, and a pillow out of the linen closet and assisted her in making the bed.

"Sir, my former master only had a mattress on the floor for me to sleep on."

Apparently, I am incapable of turning away abused strays. "You are of no use to me if you are in pain from inadequate sleeping arrangements. Also, there is no way to store your accessories under your bed if your bed is on the floor. I will teach you efficiency if it kills me. Get on the bed on your elbows and knees." She jiggles in such a delicious way when she moves.

"Count the strokes and thank me for each one." I stood directly behind her and struck each cheek with a different hand. Smack! "One, thank you, Sir." Smack! "Two, thank you, Sir." After fifteen, her sex was glistening, and I eased two fingers inside her.

"Oh, god...."

I found her spot and stimulated her as roughly as I dared. "Come for me. Now!" Her orgasm immobilized her and squeezed the air from her lungs. She was a groaner. Very nice. I allowed her to come down slowly. "Get cleaned up and come down to dinner. I don't want to smell you for the rest of the evening." I went into the bathroom in my bedroom and washed my hands. A quick look in my closet, and I found the silk robe that I had never really liked. I then went to the guest bathroom and waited for Alex to finish freshening up. I handed her the robe and walked into the kitchen.

"Dinner's ready," Laura said as we came into the kitchen.

"Thank you, Sweetie." She had fixed a simple meal of tortellini with a meat sauce and toasted bread. "Get two glasses out of that cabinet there. Fill them half way with ice and then all the way with filtered water from the fridge," I directed my pet. She moved quickly to obey. I pulled one bowl and one fork out. I filled the bowl with my portion of the pasta and sat down at the table. When Alex came over with the water glasses, I pulled a chair closer to mine and bade her sit. "You will feed me exactly half of what is in this bowl and eat the rest."
Laura looked over with concern. "That's not enough for you, John."

"My pet has grown lazy and acquired some extra weight. I will purge her of this annoyance." Laura looked horrified. I had never said anything to her about her weight in all the years we had been married, but I had tried to help her lose weight. I had even gone on diets with her.

"What are we going to tell the girls about your 'little pet'?" Laura sneered, her voice dripping with contempt. The subject change told me how much she wanted to avoid the subject of weight.

"That is a good question, My Sweet. I promise to stick to whatever story you come up with. I am willing to tell them that I caught their mother having sex with another man, so I went elsewhere to fulfill my needs." The rest of dinner was very quiet.

"That was excellent, Sweetie. Alex and I will take care of cleaning up." Laura gave me a bewildered look. I don't think it had occurred to her that there might be some advantages to my having a pet. Alex and I put the kitchen back in order. It took us longer than necessary simply because Alex didn't know where everything went. After we were done, we went into the living room and found Laura in front of her computer. "I was thinking about watching a movie, Sweetie. Would you care to join us?"

"No, thank you." No surprise there. Laura usually Facebooked, played games, or surfed the Web until it was time to go to bed. I returned to the living room and popped in one of the DVD's we own that I've never seen. All in all, it was a remarkably normal evening, except that I actually had someone to watch a movie with.

Around 10:30, I walked into the living room to find Laura still attached to her laptop. "I'm going to tuck Alex in and then get ready for bed."

"Ok." Alex and I headed for the computer room. "Wait. What does 'tuck Alex in' mean?"

I turned to face Laura. "You do not have proof that Glenn didn't give you something, therefore, I will not inquire if you want to have sex. If you had proof you were clean and wanted to have sex, I would put Alex in bed and use a toy or two on her until she was spent, then I would come have sex with you. This evening, I'll be having sex with Alex. Good night, Laura." I took Alex down the hall into the computer room and closed the door. "This will be tough on Laura, my pet, so we will try to be quiet this evening. Undress me, please."

Alex undressed me with practiced efficiency, folding my clothes as she removed them. Soon, I was standing before her naked as the day I was born, my hard-on pointing straight up at her. "Now, it's my turn." I removed her robe and hang it in the closet. "What were the rules on wearing panties?" She looked at me, questioningly. "I'm not supposed to have anything blocking your access to your pussy."

'My pussy.' I liked the sound of that. I began fondling her. She was all mine. "Very good. What about when your Aunt Flo comes for a visit?"

"My master used to let me wear panties to work, but I would have to take them off before I got home."

"I see. I am changing that rule. You will wear panties from the time your period begins until you no longer see discharge on your panty liners. Please buy the appropriate supplies."

"Yes, Sir."

"Speaking of which, how long until your next cycle?" She began to flush nicely, and pushed onto my hand.

"Two weeks, Sir."

"You will keep me apprised of your schedule." Smack! A solid blow to her right butt cheek that startled her. "Lie down on the bed, on your back." I followed her down, separating her legs and began munching on my dessert without preamble. I love eating pussy. Bringing a woman to ecstasy on my tongue is just...fun! After getting to know her body and discovering all her secrets, I dove in and pushed her, grunting, over the edge. Her body locked up completely and she sounded like I just put a knife in some guy's radial. Time to get down to business. I moved up Alex's body and drove my meat into her drenched pussy. If she didn't love this, she put on a great act. This was the first new piece of tail I'd had in 25 years, and the first girl that weighed less than me in 22 years. I busted my nut in no time. Alex didn't seem to care. As I slipped out, she rolled me over and began to clean me with her tongue. After a moment, I pulled her face up to mine. "Let me guess. That's standard procedure?"

"Yes, Sir."

"I approve. Do you need anything before you go to bed?"

"No, Sir."

"Brush your teeth." What can I say? I'm a dad. "Use the hall bathroom. In the morning, I want your shower to end at 7:15am."

"Yes, Sir."

"Good night, pet."

"Good night, Sir, and thank you."

How could anyone turn her out like that? Moron! I headed down the hallway and made sure all the doors were locked and the lights were out. Apparently, once you turn a light switch off in my house, you can't turn it back on until the next day. At least that's what my wife believes. She'd leave all the lights on all the time, as far as I can tell. I snuck in the darkness into the bedroom with practiced ease. Many nights I had snuck out of the room to surf the internet for porn after Laura had gone to sleep. I've mapped every piece of furniture and every creak in the floor. I did it that night more out of habit than anything else. After I finished in the bathroom, I slipped under the covers. If Laura wasn't asleep, she wanted to maintain that illusion. I couldn't care less.

In the morning, I stood outside the hall bathroom, waiting. Alex came out at 7:13:20. I thought to myself, 'I'll need to synchronize our watches.' "Very good. Get dressed, then meet me in the kitchen, and bring a hairbrush." I poured a big bowl of cereal, got out an orange, and the milk. I pulled out the chair at the table when Alex walked in. She sat down and I took the brush from her hand. "Eat half." I began brushing her hair as she ate. It had been so long since my daughters had let me do this for them. Laura came in and started moving around the kitchen assembling her breakfast.

"You miss them, don't you."

"Yes, I do." I lost myself in Alex's dark hair that came down to the middle of her shoulder blades. When Alex finished eating, she sat still. I'd been done with her hair for a while. "Go finish getting ready, please." I took her seat and finished the cereal and the half of the orange she had left me.

Dishes away. All my stuff in my pockets. Backpack with my computer. All was in readiness. Alex met me at the front door. "I want you to call me every work day at 11:00. Ok?"

Alex nodded. "Yes Sir." I gave her a kiss and sent her on her way. I walked back into the kitchen where Laura was eating her breakfast and checking her email. "Have a good day." I gave her a kiss, which she returned out of habit, and I headed for the garage. Another day in the salt mines.

I came through the door at 5:35 to the same house I always come home to, but things were changing, and I liked it. I always make a point of changing my shirt when I come home. It's my ceremonial way of removing the work day and starting to relax. Laura came bustling in the door about ten minutes after me, and Alex came in ten minutes after that. "What am I cooking for dinner, Sweetie?"

"I was thinking of hamburgers on the grill."

"Wonderful. I'll get started. Alex, come with me, my pet." We headed to the kitchen. "Please make a salad. Lettuce, carrots, peppers, mushrooms. Pull out the peanuts, the shredded cheese, and the dressings out of the fridge. Is there anything on that list you don't like to eat?"

Alex hesitated. "I'm not overly fond of mushrooms."

I glanced at her and raised an eyebrow. She flushed and shrank from my gaze. I explained to her, "When I was a child, I was a picky eater. My parents would grind up foods I didn't like and hide them in other things, like meatloaf. If you eat anything you don't like as a result of one of my orders I will punish you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

I pulled out the ground beef Laura had placed in the fridge last night. After opening the package, I began forming patties on a plate. Alex had pulled out a cutting board and the veggies, and was slicing and dicing away. When she got to the mushrooms, I stopped what I was doing and picked up one of her slices. "Eat this." I stared her straight in the eye as she slowly took the slice into her mouth, chewed it up and swallowed it. I grabbed the wooden cutting board by the handle, sending mushroom bits flying, and pinned Alex to the kitchen island with my left hand. I paddled her rapidly, alternating cheeks, but using only a fraction of my strength. The cutting board made an impressive sound none the less. "One. Two. Three..." Alex counted as I wailed on her. I caught site of Laura in the doorway. You would have thought I was murdering Alex by the look on Laura's face. I let Alex up and placed the cutting board back on the island. "Clean up this mess and cut up some more mushrooms."

"Don't you think your overreacting with Alex?" Classic 'Laura' question delivered in a classic 'Laura' tone.

I tried to bore a hole through her with my eyes. "No, I don't." I stalked out of the kitchen to light the grill.

Over dinner, I sprung my surprise. "Congratulations, ladies!" I placed an ID card in front of each of them. "We now belong to a gym. We're going tomorrow to get the tour of the place."

Laura picked up the card and looked at it like I had enrolled us in the Nazi party. "But I don't want to exercise in front of all those fit people."

I responded, calmly, "I enrolled us in the family plan. It was no more expensive for three people than it was for two. Go, or don't go. It's your choice. Alex and I are going tomorrow." Alex and I carried the conversation for the rest of dinner.

That night, I had Alex suck me off before I ate her out. Then I fucked her for a good long time before I came a second time. First blow job to completion I'd had in a long time. I gave her a kiss and tucked her in bed before retiring myself.

Saturday morning, I put shorts and a tee shirt in a small backpack I had in the bottom of my closet. I can't even remember where I got it from. I waited in the living room for Alex. When she came in, I had her sit on the floor with her back to me. I then began French-braiding her hair. When I looked up after I finished, Laura was watching me from the hallway. "Braiding the girls' hair was intimate, quality time. They were still and focused on what we were doing. I miss that very much." I tapped Alex on the shoulder. "Let's get going. Laura, I don't want you to feel excluded. I would very much like for you to come with us. I just don't expect you to."

"I understand." She was staying home.

The facility seemed adequate, although I'm not really much of an authority. I worked at The Y for a few summers while I was growing up, and dinked around on some of the machines in my spare time. Nothing structured. I decided that we would work out five days a week. Weights on Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and cardio on Tuesday and Thursday. To say the least, that first week was a fresh slice of hell. I was sore in places I didn't know I had. I couldn't lift my arms. I would have had Alex brush my teeth for me, but she was in just as bad shape. I remembered seeing 'Pain is weakness leaving the body' on some tee shirt somewhere. Sadists!

Laura provided me with her test results on the following Friday afternoon. I think she was trying to throw my words in my face. "Here are the results. You gonna be ready to go tonight?" she asked with a smirk on her face.

"I'm looking forward to it."

I had missed being intimate with my wife. I really did love her. That evening, I pulled out all the stops. I used every trick in my repertoire, every ounce of knowledge I had gained over the years about what did it for Laura. It may have been that we hadn't done it for a month prior. Maybe a little of my competitive streak came to the surface. I was determined to make her orgasm until she pushed me away. When she finally did, I flopped over on my side of the bed, a useless blob of putty. "That...was...fun," I said as I gasped for breath. Good thing I've been working out, or I'd be dead now. Laura was quiet. I imagine she had a lot to think about.

Monday was...well, Monday. I ended up having to stay late at work to try and make a deadline. I called the house at 5:45 to let them know I wouldn't be home till late. When I talked to Alex, I reminded her of the rules. I would have given anything to be a fly on the wall for that evening. After I got home around 11:45, I went to Alex's room and instructed her to tell me everything exactly as it had happened.

Apparently, Alex had gone to the kitchen to fix a salad and make a sandwich, and Laura had followed her, watching from a distance. "John has been eating a lot of salads lately." Long pause. Alex didn't hear a question to respond to. "I don't think he's getting enough protein." Another pause. Once again, not a question. "How do you feel about sharing his meals?"

Finally a question to respond to. "I'm down two pounds from last week, and Sir is down three pounds."

"You still call him 'Sir' when he's not around?"

Alex shrugged. "That is what he wishes me to call him."

Laura was incredulous. "Would you call him 'Master' with the way he treats you?!?"

"Sir is very kind."

Laura stomped across the kitchen. "He is NOT 'very kind'. He beats you and criticizes you daily!"

"His 'beatings' are love taps compared to my former master, and I can tell that he berates himself, not me."

Laura considered this and then asked, "What happened with you and your former master...if you don't mind my asking?"

Even recounting this to me later, Alex had a hard time talking about it. "I was replaced." Alex wiped away a stray tear. "My former master found a new slave. She had just turned 19, and she was young and sweet and beautiful and my master threw me out like I was garbage. Like the last 12 years didn't happen." Another tear made its way down her cheek. "I'm lucky that Sir happened upon my situation and took me in."

Laura didn't say anything to Alex after that. A lot to process, I guess.

I can take constructive criticism. I know I'm not perfect. Who am I trying to kid? Alex's comments stung. I was impressed she had had the guts to tell me exactly what she had said to my wife. The only way to reward her honesty is to try and improve. The internet is a treasure trove of depravity. Anything you want to know about kinky shit is out there. I did a fair amount of reading and made some rather embarrassing purchases. All in the name of making Alex's room a little more playful.

I set aside a Saturday afternoon for our playtime. "Laura, Alex and I are going to her room for a few hours. Please don't be upset if you hear some rather strange sounds coming out of there." Laura gave me an indignant look. "What? Are you going to fuck her in the middle of the afternoon?!"

"No. I'm going to torture her." I swear, as long as I live, I will never tire of putting a surprised look on Laura's face.

I took Alex to her room and removed all her clothing. "Ok Alex, let's see how much I've learned. Do you remember your safe word?

"Pickle."

"Good. Let's see if I can find some of your limits today." I led her over to the center of the room, stopping her right under the eye hook I had installed in one of the ceiling joists, and secured the Velcro cuffs around her wrists. The cuffs were attached to a line that went over to a winch mounted on the wall. I took up the slack so that she could still stand flat footed. The ankle cuffs went on next. I tied them to the spreader bar, leaving her feet a little less than one yard apart. I then tightened up the winch so she was forced onto the balls of her feet. "Alex, the human body is like a piano. On a piano, you strike the keys and music is made in the center of the device. On the human body you stimulate the outside and music is made in the brain." I picked up a wooden pole that I had cut to an exacting length. To this, I had attached a rubber phallus on the end and a ball vibrator was taped to the side. "Let's make some music, shall we?" I lubed up the dildo and inserted it into her. I ran the cord over to the wall and plugged it in. The pole was long enough to reach the floor and I positioned it to make sure the dildo wouldn't come out. As I had hoped, the ball of the vibrator was firmly against Alex's clit. I turned it on thelowest setting. Alex began to moan immediately. I let that go for a little bit until I saw the flush of arousal claim her. I pulled out the flogger I had purchased and peppered her body with blows. The thing claimed you couldn't break the skin, but I was content to just make contact and work on my technique. Ha! Reminds me of my golf game.

Alex was getting close. I circled her helpless form smacking every bit of delectable flesh I could find as she went over the edge the first time. I retrieved the nipple clips I had acquired, and eased them onto her nipples. I know! I know! What can I say? I'm a softie. Alex squirmed like a fish and came again. I added weights to the nipple clips. They pulled on her nipples in ways that, frankly, made me uncomfortable. She squirmed and twisted. I had to have confidence that she would use the word if she needed to. I switched the vibrator to medium. Twenty seconds later she came again. I switched the vibrator off and pulled it from her. I retrieved another dildo on a stick, lubed it up, and inserted it into her ass. Putting the first vibrator back inside her was a lot more difficult while her ass was stretched out by the other dildo. I returned the switch to medium and stepped back to watch the results. Two minutes later, she came again.

This was frustrating. Alex obviously wanted me to explore her limits. I was having a hard time finding them. I needed to be a good master for her, but the task was proving to be more complex than I had imagined.

Alex was dripping with sweat and breathing hard. This was obviously exhausting for her. I reached down and turned off the vibrator. I needed a moment to gather my thoughts. Laura chose that moment to stick her head in the room, saying, "Dinner is ready, guys. I've been calling..."

Have I mentioned how endearing I find Laura's habit of having conversations with me while I'm not in the room? Grrrrrr!! "Thank you, Dear. We'll be there in ten minutes."

I rounded on Alex. "Why didn't you tell me it was dinner time!?!?!" I flipped the vibrator to maximum, then I retrieved the flogger and laid into Alex with everything I had. She was screaming and pleading with me, but she wouldn't say the safe word. The nipple clips were in my way, and when I removed them a fresh torrent of screams were torn from her body. I flogged her and flogged her, until she went silent and every muscle in her body went taught. With the dieting and the weight training we had been doing, Alex looked like a living anatomy lesson, with all of her straining muscles clearly defined. She trembled and shook for what seemed like a decade, and then went completely limp. I rushed in to release her as fast as I could. As I went to the winch to lower her a little so I could get the handcuffs off, I saw Laura transfixed in the doorway. "Help me," I directed her. I lifted Alex's limp form while Laura removed the cuffs, then I lowered her to the floor. I pushed the sweat-matted hair out of her face while I made sure she was still breathing.

Alex's eyes fluttered open. When she located my face she began to cry. "Master. Master." She repeated it over and over as she clung to me. I picked her up and moved her to the bed. I said to Laura, "Let me put some clothes on her and we'll be right there. As Laura left, I found a pair of sweatpants and a tee shirt and put them on Alex. I stood her up, but her legs wouldn't support her, so I carried her into the dining room and sat down with her on my lap. Laura placed a plate of food in front of me and I began feeding Alex and myself. Between bites, Alex would repeat "Master" just louder than a whisper. When we finished, I told Laura, "I'll get the dishes in a little bit." I lifted Alex and carried her to her room. I removed her clothes, pulled back the bed, put her in it, and covered her up. I crawled on top of her and hugged her. "What a wonderful slave you are," I whispered. "How lucky am I to be your Master? You are exhausted. Sleep now, secure in the knowledge that you will always be mine."
She wrapped her arms around my neck and tried to squeeze the life out of me while tears silently rolled down her cheeks. I kissed her and climbed off her slowly. I cleaned up the kitchen, messed around on the computer for a while and then turned in a little early. When Laura came to bed, she kissed me on the cheek and held my hand for a while before turning over and going to sleep.

I was working out, losing weight, eating right. I had control of my money and getting sex every night. It's amazing how much an orgasm every night helps you sleep. Then again, it could be my body was retreating into unconsciousness after I beat it into submission five days a week. Things were going so well that I knew they couldn't last.

The doorbell rang Tuesday night at 7:20. I was closest, so I opened the door. "Hello, Glenn."

"Hello, John."

I imagine we would have stood staring at each other across the threshold all night. Thankfully, Laura arrived to break the ice. "Hi, Glenn. Come on in." I noticed Glenn was carrying a manila envelope. It was easy to guess what was in it.

Laura took the envelope from Glenn and handed it to me. "Here are Glenn's test results," she said.

I walked back into the living room as I opened the envelope. "Thanks. You two have fun." The report said Glenn was clean. The TV was a welcome diversion. I was surprised at how well I handled the encounter. I had been expecting it, but I had done my best to avoid direct contact with Glenn.

He did come and offer me his hand when he left. I looked at it as if he were offering me a dead fish. "I'm sorry, Glenn. I can't shake your hand. I don't have any respect for you."

He withdrew his hand slowly. "I don't see any difference in what you're doing to Laura."

"I didn't do it to her behind her back."

All he could do was turn and leave.

I tried to fuck the shit out of Alex that night. It was a real grudge fuck. I pounded her every way I could imagine without regard for her pleasure or her needs. I'm pretty sure she enjoyed the hell out of it anyway. I lost about ten minutes of sleep over the whole ordeal.

It took six weeks for Laura to run out of money. It is a testament to how far she had come that she even lasted that long. She walked in the dining room while I had financial stuff spread out all over the table. "Laura, I need $478.56 to cover your part of the bills."

She came to a halt as I spoke. You would have thought I had struck her. "I don't have it."

I have been planning this conversation out in my head for weeks now. "How much do you have?"

"A little over two hundred."

"I'll need $150 of it, and you are going to start paying me the instant you get paid, at least until you get caught up."

"But, that only leaves me fifty dollars for a week!"

"Yes, it does."

"I can't make fifty dollars last until the end of the week."

"You're going to have to figure out how to make it last."

"How much does Alex give you out of her paycheck?"

"All of it." That gave her pause. I could hear the wheels turning in her head.

I did some calculations. At the rate I was squirreling away money, we could afford a really nice vacation this year. "Where do you want to go on vacation this year, Laura?"

She walked over and sat down across from me. I knew we were going to have a serious conversation by the look on her face. "We need to talk, John."

"Ok."

"I need you to hear me out and let me finish." Laura gathered herself. "I hate Alex... She is a wonderful person. She is kind, and giving, and sweet, and she places others before herself, and I hate her. I hate her, and I hate you. You have brought another woman into our home and I hate you. You have saved her, and picked her up when she was down and given her what she needed when I know you didn't want to. You are cheating on me with her and I hate you. I hate you and I hate me. I hate me for cheating on you and causing you the pain that you are causing me. I have never really understood the phrase 'I know how you feel' until now. You and Alex are wonderful people and I hate her and I hate you and I hate me and I don't want to go on like this. I want a divorce. I won't contest it."

I sat there, shocked for a moment. "You've really thought about this." Laura nodded her head.

My attorney was shocked when I asked him to draw up the divorce documents again. No fault, all assets divided right down the middle. I'll help Laura until she can get her feet underneath her. I'm happy. That's the important thing. I'm in control now.

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Feb 14, 2018 in bdsm

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