Chapter 11

"Welcome Oh Great Goddess to my humble abode. I'm yours to command."

"Toy fetch the bag I dropped by the door."

As I got close to the door I could not see it but then it dawned on me. Damn, if she didn't drop it outside. Well what could I do. I tried open the door just a bit and reach outside, trying to find it.

"Open the door wide and get the damn bag or I'll get it myself and use the cane in it on your ass and that will be the only "kissing" you'll get."

I knew better than to say anything and did as I was told, luckily it was late enough that no one was about. She was playing her damned mental games with me. A shiver went down my back and I had to admit to myself that I loved it.

So, I grabbed the bag, closed and locked the door and started towards...

All Red did was to point to the floor and got down to my knees and kind of shuffled over to where the was standing.

"Turn the kitchen lights on – all of them I want to be able to see when I inspect you."

So there I stood, hands behind my head, legs spread while Red slowly circled me, sometimes softly stroking a part of my body, then pinching and twisting a nipple making me moan in pain. A couple of slaps against my balls creating momentary dull aches followed by some rather forceful once on my ass. I'm sure there were hand prints on both my cheeks.

Then came the moment of truth. Red knelt down behind me, spreading my cheeks, giving the butt plug a twist. "Hmm, you've had it out. The lube is still fresh it twists easily. You may answer."

"Yes Goddess, I removed it for the shower and shave, trying to make sure all was clean and I could shave as well as possible without really being able to see what I was doing."

Red chuckled "yes that is a bit tough. Maybe I should get you some laser hair removal treatment. Say when did you have your last enema?"

"This morning before I took a shower and put the plug back in."

"Hmm, not good, I told you to be clean – you should have figured it out and cleaned your insides too. Now I have to do it. That is not want I wanted to spend my time with you. It' will be extra hard on you now."

By that time she come around to my front and lifting my caged dick "and what is this? Hairs?"

"Godd... "Shut up! No excuses. Now I have another job to do. That will hurt. Well, If I get off on your suffering while I remedy what you neglected to do properly, I'll spare the rod some. Not completely, you understand but I'll be mellow and somewhat merciful. Grab the bag and take me to where you will suffer for me."

So we went upstairs and when we got to the landing there was no need for Red to do anything. I was back on my knees. She tussled my hair and started moving towards the guest room on my knees struggling with the bag.

"Here for once I'll help you. Get up. I appreciate your effort babe but when you have to carry something like this bag, you're allowed to walk. Just get back down as soon as we arrive ... I had pushed the door open to the guest room.

"Oh this is nice. I like. Light the candles, I'm going to enjoy them a lot tonight. Using old ties, clever toy. I like it but I think you and I need to go shopping for some bondage supplies so that you have a set available for me use whenever the mood strikes me."

Settling in an arm chair in the corner of the room. "Wine, then unpack the bag. Maybe put the stuff by the foot end."

There it was, a cane, paddle some nipple clips. At least these didn't have teeth but there was a chain attached and if you pulled on it, the clips got tighter and tighter. Some cock rings, a vibrator and a rubber bag with a hose attached to it. What? Oh shit, it's a douche bag and Red will use it for an enema. Now I'm in trouble. I must have blanched a bit.

So you recognize the bag and what I will use it for, did you babe? Why don't we start with that. There is already some stuff inside the bag. I want you fill it to the top with warm water. NOT hot. I don't want to burn your insides. Let me know when you have it ready.

Doing as I was told I realized that damn thing held at least 2 quarts if not more. More than four times the amount than those bottle things I've been buying. That is going to hurt.

"Goddess, Oh most holy One. I think I have it right."

"Hmm let me see. No toy, that bag is not full, here let me show you" and with that she added what seemed to be at least another pint. She closed the bag with a plug that had the hose and some form of nozzle attached.

"Find my something to use to hang this bag from the shower curtain."

We managed with one of those wire coat hangers from the dry cleaners that seem to copulate and multiply in every closet in America.

"Now I want you to kneel down in the tub with your head and chest facing out. That way if you make a mess it will stay in the tub and be easier for you to clean up."

I got myself into position and the first thing Red did was clip those clamps to my nipples and, gave it good tuck gave the chain a good tuck tightening them.

"There, they should stay on and will help you focus on My pussy instead of your cramps. I bet yours will be at least as bad as Michelle's (chuckles)."

Red lubed up the nozzle and inserted it into my anus and suddenly it seemed to expand and expand. Whoa, that hurt.

"There, now we can be sure that it won't pop out. It's inflatable very securely seated. I guess that hurt a bit. Well baby be happy that I used regular lube instead of Ben Gay or Icy hot. Those I will only use in the confines of my soundproof dungeon. Maybe one day when you really have me pissed off."

And then there was the flow and increasing pressure as the bag slowly emptied its content into my innards. It did not take long for the cramps to start and Red settled herself on a low stool in front of me with her legs over the edge and inside the tub to either side of my shoulders.

"Get busy toy. You know the drill the sooner I'm satisfied by your tongue and had my fill of orgasms for the moment, the sooner you'll be allowed to empty yourself." In between trying to eat her pussy I was crying and begging for mercy. Of course fat chance, instead the pain on my nipples increased from the manipulations of the clamps. Then a really explosive orgasm hit Red and she ripped those clips right off.

"Ahhhh", followed by loud sobbing.

"Poor baby, but that way you were able to participate in my orgasm. You didn't like it?" (chuckles)

I decided to keep quiet because no matter what I would say, I would be in trouble.

"OK, stand up. Give me your hand" and Red guided it to the valve that held the air for the nozzle.

"Feel this? Push it and pull the nozzle out as soon as you feel it's deflated enough. I suggest you do it over the toilet. But wait 'till I have turned on the fan and closed the door. Let me know when you're done and cleaned up including any spillage."

Red had disconnected the bag from the hose which now hung like a red tail out of my butt. Gingerly I made my way over to the toilet, positioned myself and pushed the button, waited a few seconds before pulling the plug out, desperately trying to hold ever thing inside until I had my hand and the hose out of the way.

I composed myself, cleaned myself up and walked toward the door when Red opened it... "Oh you're not done babe. One more time. We have to rinse out the stuff that was in that first bag. Fill the bag again with warm water " and the vicious cycle was repeated.

When finally done, I was exhausted.

"Come baby lay down on the bed. I'm going to tie you up and give you a bit of a rest. I'll even unlock your cock and check for abrasions. Try not to get hard without permission or..." leaving the threat of dire consequences hanging in the air.

Of course there was no way I would not get hard with Red checking my dick for any sort of abrasions. There were none, I had been careful and gone over every part of the CB with six hundred grit sand paper to make sure it was completely smooth.

"Well since you could not obey and stay soft like I told you, you will now stay hard 'till it is time to hit the ice pack." With that Red's soft mouth descended on my dick and in no time I was harder than ever before. That's when the cock rings went on. Now there was no way the blood could recede and I would stay hard 'till they were removed. This could get painful.

"Well baby now that your cock is nice and hard, it will be very easy for me to check for stray hairs and I will demonstrate to you that if you had wanted to please your Goddess, you would have come to the same conclusion."

At that moment some pain seared through my dick and triumphantly Red held up some pincers and single offending hair that she had ripped out.

"That's how it is done you if you can't reach the hairs with your razor because of the CB. Take pincers and rip them out one by one unless of course you try to speed up the process and grab several at the same time."

"OUCH!" "Got four them this time babe."

This went on for a while and several times the pincers got more than just hairs but bits of skin too. I shall be more diligent with the hair removal in the future.

"You know I've figured it out" "Figured what out Goddess?" "Why Mich is so bitchy these days. Yes in some way she's jealous of you for finding your way into my heart. But I think the main reason is your cock and what you can do with it. She thinks that I let you fuck me and she's not getting any. You know she really is primarily hetro but always was bi-curious and when we got thrown together she kind of forgot about cocks for quite a while. It's only since you've come onto the scene that she's really reverting to being bi because it's fun. I can give her something no guy can give her but on the other hand I don't have a cock."

"So since she craves your cock, she shall have it."

I yelped as the first batch of hot wax hit my poor dick. Damn that hurt.

"What I'm going to do babe, is make a mold of your cock just the way it stands very proudly. I'm going to build up the wax to a point where it won't break or collapse when I take the whole thing off. You were so involved in your suffering and my analysis of Michelle's problem that you did not feel me putting baby oil all over your cock and balls. That will make the wax come off easy. Once I have the mold, I know a guy who makes custom dildos and he will make your cock out of silicone using the mold we're making tonight."

"When he and I are done, Mich will be able to take your cock where ever she goes. Maybe that will do the trick."

I really didn't think that it would work. Having a silicone replica of my dick did not solve the problem that was slowly coming to a head between the three of us.

Once the mold came off – it actually worked Red started teasing and torturing my dick every so often paying some painful attention to my nipples.

"So Peter tell me about Greg. He's going to be our partner. What can you tell me about him. Is he married, going steady, what is his thing when it comes to ladies?"

"He was married once, but that was before I knew him. He's a very successful financial adviser and also has a CPA firm. I've seen him with lots of different ladies during social functions at the club and some charity events. Obviously M was attracted to him. I don't know for how long that has been going on or if for her it was just the idea of cuckolding me with a friend that made it interesting for her. To be honest, we've never much talked about women. I don't really know why his marriage failed. I know he's one of the most eligible guys around the city and I'm sure a bunch of ladies would love to get their hands on him, his money or both."

A bit mischievous, "Peter you have seen his cock, what's it like?"

"It's larger than mine. I never measured it but it seems to be a bit thicker too."

There was devilish glint in Red's eyes "larger than yours? Why am I wasting my time with this?"

That comment opened up a wound. "Starboard"

"OK babe what's up. Why the safe word?

"Please stop right there. If you have any thoughts of going after Greg, even if just to torment me. Please forget it. For one, I don't think he ever would get involved with any Lady that I have an interest in. He got burned with the M thing. Secondly, I will not stand for it. I love you and I don't care if you don't love me back. But getting involved with my friend Greg would mean the end of us. This maybe presumptuous of me. I'm assuming something but I will never accept being a cuckold. At least not for a very long time. I can deal with what you and Michelle have going. I'm OK. I understand it. But if you ever tried to bring another guy into the mix. That would be end. I doubt that we could even be friends if that were to happen. I'm sorry, I'm not trying to tell you what to do. I have no claim on you. But I feel we have something special and I have great hopes that after my sacrifice at your next "therapy" session you will find it in your heart to..."

"Hold it right there." There were tears in Red's eyes. "I'm so sorry babe. I wasn't thinking. I love you too. I would never try to hurt you. I don't know if we ever have a future other than very special friends. Only time will tell because I still think that you're on a rebound and not fully responsible for your emotions. But you know my history. You are the only guy who has ever put his cock inside me since that horrible night. I think I can honestly say that you will remain the only one if for no other reason that I felt safe with you, don't ask me why. Maybe because you also have been deeply wounded, differently from me but just as damaging to your heart and soul.".

"There was a time before I knew you that I tried dating. I thought that something was wrong with me. I used to enjoy sex with guys. So tried, tried really heard, but as soon as the guy put his hands on my boobs, I was so out of there."

"I'm truly sorry, I wasn't thinking when I started to tease you and I'm happy you brought that up. If we ever truly become an "item" as they say, I promise to only cuckold you with Ladies. NO guys ever."

We both kind of laughed a bit and Red crawled up to me and kissed me very, very tenderly. Not the demanding, searching for the tonsils but just lovely and soft gentle kisses.

"I think we are done for the night let me untie you. Oops, not so fast, gotta get that beautiful cock back into its cage."

The cock rings come off somewhat painfully, the ice hurt even more and then there was that "click" and I was back to being horny and sexually frustrated.

Now, I can untie you and I want you to make love to me. You know what I mean but not here. This is our play room. Take me to your bed."

I lost track of the number of orgasms I provided for Red and eventually we fell very soundly asleep in each other's arms.

We slept late and eventually the ringing of my phone got to me.

"Yeah?" (giggles) "Did I wake you guys? Did toy have a long night of suffering? Come lazy bones it's a beautiful day, get up and get moving. I'll have brunch ready in forty five minutes."

"Who was that?" "Michelle, telling us to get up, that brunch will be served in forty five minutes. She sure sounded chipper. Wonder if she's done with..."

"Somehow I don't think so, she must have taken the pills right after getting up. But hey, if she wants to host a brunch, who are we to say no. Let's hit the shower. I'll help you with the new plug after we are clean. I don't think you'll need an enema this morning after last night."

"Thank you Oh most Merciful Goddess..."

"Don't get cheeky or just might change my mind. Now get down on your knees and wash your Goddess' pussy and ass."

The smells from the kitchen were wonderful, I truly was hungry after last night's ordeal and the three of us had a wonderful meal with lots of teasing and laughter. Was the old Michelle back? Only time will tell.

I did the cleaning up and was just about to join the ladies with a final cup of coffee.

"Peter, thank you for cleaning up but now it's time for you to go home. I believe there is a bit of a mess to clean up in your place. Maybe we'll do something tomorrow night for dinner."

I was a bit stunned that was rather abrupt, so dumped my coffee into the sink, put the cup into the dishwasher and was just about to go over to them for a good bye hug when Red shook her head and pointed to the door.

I was sad and disappointed. This whole thing was strange. But what could I do. So I headed home, changed into running gear and went for a run. Alternating between running and walking I made the whole loop in the park.

I felt much better until I got upstairs and surveyed the mess I had to clean up and memories of last night flooded through my head. It was truly intense, going from what I considered extreme pain to tender loving over the course of several hours.

Well I stripped both beds, started the laundry and packed all of Red's toys back into the bag. After remaking the bed in the guestroom I decided to leave the ties in place and drape the ones that Red had not used over the footboard to be handy just in case.

With both the washer and dryer going and everything else back in order upstairs, I decided to grab a beer and check my e-mails.

The first one was from Red

"Peter sorry for the rough treatment earlier. I needed to give, mostly for Mich but also to some degree to myself, a demo and show her that I was in total control of our relationship. I want you to know that I missed that hug and kiss from you.

Love Your Goddess.

PS: Don't forget to do an enema tonight. Use the bag, put one table spoon of liquid soap into it and fill it to the top with warm water. Hold it as long as you can. Time it for ME. Ten minutes will be great, longer will earn you "brownie points". I know you won't cheat. Don't forget the second one for the rinse. You really don't want soap residue in your colon.

I give you permission to expel that one after five minutes.

I felt much better after that, but sure as hell dreaded the enemas. I kind of had gotten used to the bottled stuff and the fact that I really was not required to hold it in. That bloody bag was a whole other story.

After answering several e-mails from friends across the county I shut the computer down, grabbed some snacks and another beer and turned on the TV to the Encore channel for westerns. Another classic "Winchester 73". I'm not sure how often I had seen that one, but who cares it's good.

When it got close to dinner time, I was contemplating going to the Diner but remembered just in time that they were closed. Jewish Sabbath. While Momma and Poppa are not really that observant, they thought it would make good business sense. Sunday breakfasts and lunches for folks coming from church were much busier then on Saturdays. It also was a public relation thing with the Jewish community in town. Overall a win/win situation. They and the staff got a day off and not much business was lost because of that.

So I wound up getting some left over soup out of the freezer added a couple of hot dogs, some bread and beer and I was good.

Sunday was uneventful the there never was any contact from the Ladies. It was not like we were married and they had their own lives.

Monday morning, Michelle and I finalized the purchase of HH's note from the bank and I arranged for a line of credit large enough to cover the note plus the extra money required. We had confirmation from M's treasurer that the first installment of 5 mill would be transferred before the end of the month.

So all we had to do, is wait for the contracts from HH which we were supposed to get on Tuesday. Michelle went back to the office and I decided to go to the range and practice sand shots. I've been having some trouble with them recently.

"Around ten on Tuesday the phone rings "Hi this Sandra, the contracts came in, do you have time to look at them with me?"

"Sure thing, will be right over."

They were standard boilerplate real-estate and business transfer contracts and we could not find anything wrong. So I signed them handed Sandra the Cashier's check for the 200 K. "Here, please get this back as quick as possible to his attorney. I want to keep this moving along as fast as possible."

When I picked up Red on Wednesday morning, Michelle stuck her head out their bedroom door. "Are we on for lunch at the Diner?"

"Yes see you there around 12:30 the back room is reserved and please bring a twelve pack of Yuengling. See you later."

I loaded Red's clubs into my car and were off to the golf course. Greg was there and had us already signed in and we were good to go.

"So you are the infamous Red that Monique kept ranting and raving about 'till I finally told her that I didn't want to hear anything about that. That Peter is my friend and that I'm happy for him."

"Greg, put your eyes and tongue back. Your making a mess on your shirt with your drooling. But yes this is my best Lady friend Red. My second best you'll meet at lunch as long as you try to behave yourself and act your age and not like some horny teenager."

They both laughed at that. It was not a busy morning and we were moving right along. After some early troubles Red got back into the swing of it after the third hole and ended the round with a respectable 83.

"Greg, once this lady get's a bit of practice in, it's not only me whom you'll have to pay off when we play together. She's going to clean your clock and I'm going to sit back, watch and enjoy."

Greg gave me the finger and Red punched my arm "Be nice Peter".

Greg followed us to the Diner and of course we got the royal treatment. Michelle was there and the beers ready.

Momma came in and I introduced her to Red an Greg and suggested that we have a mixed sandwich platter with all sorts of different cold cuts.

Michelle said "Please make sure there are corned beef sandwiches in the mix."

"Are you all drinking beer or does an one want something else to drink?"

"No thanks Momma, we'll have the beers. Do want to take one back to Poppa?"

"No not now. We'll stop a little later after it has slowed down a bit. If I let him have one now he just might screw up some orders."

It was interesting to watch the interactions between Greg and the ladies. It was quite clear to me that Michelle was blatantly flirting with him and he was not quite sure what to make of it since he knew that they were living together and thought that they were properly more than just roommates and partners in the law firm even though I had never hinted at anything like that to him. But I guess he had seen them at various functions that all of us attended from time to time.

As we were finishing our lunch, Momma and Poppa joined us for a beer. There was lively conversation between all of them. I sort of sat back and watched. I don't know if it was the beer or what but Michelle was getting almost "touchy feely" with Greg. Looking over at Red, I noticed that she was watching too and had a light smile on her face.

Eventually the party broke up as everyone had to go back to work. It was decided that this kind of lunch should become a more or less regular thing, maybe every other Wednesday after playing golf and if the weather was bad, just lunch.

Michelle and Red both had a late meeting at the courthouse, so they both went in Michelle's car while I went home. I would keep Red's club in my car until she told me differently.

The rest of the week was a non-event and I was getting antsy, wanting the business with HH to be over so that I could go to work. Frankly I was getting bored and needed the challenge of turning that company around.

Thursday afternoon I tried to reach either of the ladies by phone but only got voicemails. So I left a message, "Hi going to the lake this weekend. The weather is supposed to be great. Let me know if you want to come along. Would love to have you. We can leave any time tomorrow. If you have a full day of work ahead of you, we could leave once you're done and stop for dinner on the way up. Maybe the same place. Let me know."

On the message to Red, I added that I still had her clubs and that I was thinking to play up there either Saturday or Sunday.

On Friday morning I got a text from Red "ur on ur own dont need clubs hv fun lv plug home u nd brk"

Wow what a nice break, a whole weekend without enemas or that damn plug even though I had really gotten used to it. Like something was almost missing when I took it out.

So I called Greg "Hey buddy, I'm going up to the lake for the weekend, want to come. I'm taking my clubs."

"Hey that sounds good. I have a lunch meeting but should be able to go by two thirty, the latest three o'clock this afternoon. Can you pick me up at the office? I have a travel bag and my clubs in my car. I'll just leave it in the parking lot till we get home on Sunday night."

"Sounds good, call me when you have a better handle on when you can get away. I can be there in twenty minutes."

Next I called the Judge and asked him if he wanted to play on Saturday or Sunday with us.

"Peter, Saturday sounds good to me. I'll book a time and leave a message on the lake phone. Can I ask the Sheriff?"

"Sure thing. Be happy to have him, I'm bringing a friend from the city to join us and no it's not your girlfriend or Red."

Greg and I got going a bit later than he has thought. But hey, we both knew that it could happen. So we stopped for dinner on the way up.

Once we got settled in my place, I turned on the outside fireplace, grabbed a bottle of cognac and couple of Cubanos and life was good. Just two guys talking sports and stuff like that. No girls around to complicate things. We got to bed pretty early since we had a7 AM breakfast date with the judge prior to our round.

The sheriff actually managed to play the whole round and Greg won ten bucks off him.

"Sheriff we have to do this more often, maybe in time I can win my money back that I paid for that ticket in the summer."

"Ah, another of Jameson's victims." You just got lucky today, haven't had much time with the elections coming up in a few weeks."

I laughed. "Sheriff, I don't think you have to worry about that or you would be out kissing babies right now instead standing here talking."

"Well, Peter my friend, you never know what the public will do, but yes I think I'm pretty safe but now I gotta run. I do have to give a talk for the Lady's Garden Club and they're going to be on my case about the vandalism of the various flower beds they planted around."

"Sheriff maybe you should set Jameson on vandal patrol instead of trapping unsuspecting tourists."

We all laughed "and put the police department's budget out of whack? Not going to happen. I'll find a way of pacifying the ladies."

"You all have nice lunch and afternoon." With that he was off to his meeting with the ladies from the garden club. I was happy not to be in his shoes, they can be pretty fierce.

After lunch Greg wanted to go fishing. It's not my thing but I had gear available for guys like him. So we got the kayak off the hooks and he went off while I grabbed a book and some coffee and enjoyed the fall sun on the deck.

"Hey look what I got" Greg walked up to the deck with a couple of really nice sized trout. Dinner, I caught them, you clean and cook them."

So I went to work cleaning them and butter flying them. I put some Cajun spices on them, stuck a piece of bacon inside, closed them up and wrapped them in aluminum foil.

"OK now what?" "I'll put them on the grill a bit closer to dinner time. They'll take about twenty minutes. Sort of steam themselves and the bacon adds flavor and keeps them from getting too dry. Why don't I cook some potatoes and we have some "home fries" with our fish."

"Works for me but now I need a beer." "Well buddy, you are a good friend and therefore have "kitchen privilege". That means you get your own beer out of the fridge but while you're there get me one too please."

Greg gave me the finger and went to get the beers.

Sunday morning was kind of grey and it did not look like it was going to clear up. "Greg, I'm going to straighten out this place a bit, then we can go for brunch at the club and head home from there."

"Works for me". So he gave me a hand, stripping the bed he had used. I decided that I would take the dirty laundry home with me since I really did not know when I would have a chance to come back up.

I got home after dropping Greg off at his car hoping for some sign that the ladies would want to talk to me, maybe have dinner. But nothing. I felt a bit lonely, maybe even depressed as I wondered what to do for dinner. The choices where leftovers from the freezer, maybe Yoshie's. But I really did not want to go there alone. It sort of had – at least to me – become a special place and I only wanted to be there with either Red or both of them. Then I remembered that on the way to the park was some sort of pub. Maybe they are open on Sunday nights. If not, I had nothing lost but a fifteen or twenty minute walk and still could do the leftovers.

So I grabbed a jacket and took off. Sure enough the place was open and pretty busy. I guess there are more people, mostly "yuppies" living in the warehouse district than is obvious.

I ordered a burger and Yuengling at the bar and started to observe the scenery. It looked like that most of the patrons seemed to be regulars and it was a pretty even match of males and females. I had just finished my burger and was about to ask for another beer when someone bumped into me. "Sorry, I wasn't watching were I was going."

I turned there was this good looking blond girl standing there and smiling at me. She was good looking, maybe not quite in the same class as Red or Michelle but certainly close.

"No problem, nothing got spilled." I guess I was kind of flabbergasted and really didn't know what to say. Having been out of the dating scene for more than ten years and the funky mood I was in, I just wasn't able to come up with some clever retort.

The moment passed, she grabbed the wine she had ordered and went to rejoin her group. She sure had nice legs and a very cute butt. Some other day, some other time I might have made a play for her. So I sat there, sipped on my beer and tried to watch some basket ball game on the big screen TV behind the bar.

"Still here? Damn, if she wasn't back. "And why so gloomy looking?. Smiling at me.

"Long sad story and I don't want to bore you with it."

"You live around here, I've never seen you here before?"

"Yeah I'm subletting for a while in the neighborhood till I figure out what I want to do for permanent quarters."

"Divorce?" Damn, she was perceptive and certainly direct. I just smiled a bit at her and nodded my head.

"Come, grab your beer and join us over there. Maybe we can convince you that this is a really good area to live and put down permanent roots. My name is Cindy" holding out her hand to me.

"Peter and very nice to meet you Cindy. Maybe some other time. Tonight is just not going to work. I don't want to ruin your fun."

"Peter, we are here most Sunday nights, at least for the fall and winter. Feel free to join us. Like I said, I want to show you that this is a very friendly neighborhood. Oh, and yes I have a vested interest since I sell real-estate and specialize in this area."

"Maybe next Sunday, nice meeting you Cindy and I'll keep you in mind if I decide the make this area a home."

She patted my shoulder and left to rejoin her friends while I paid my tab and went home still feeling lonely and depressed.

I had a rather restless night and was up early. I made some coffee, had some cereal and went for a run and walk combination. As I was walking past their office door, Sandra stepped out.

"Good morning Peter, I was just going to come and see you and give you this." She handed me an envelope. "Have a great day."

I took the envelope, it was personal stationary with Red's name on it. Walking the last few steps to my place I was wondering, now what could this be all about.

I grabbed a cup of coffee and contemplated the envelope. I was apprehensive about opening it. Finally I did and the first thing that fell out was the key to my CB.

Now what? What is going on? So I pulled out the paper and found a letter written by hand in rather beautiful script and green ink.

My dearest friend Peter,

This is going to be hard. I'm an attorney and I'm supposed to be good with words but what I have to say is difficult. So if seem to ramble, please bear with me.

Peter, I am totally confused about all of my relationships. I have never felt this way before. In order to try to sort out my feelings, I've gone away. Since I don't know if and when I'll be back, I set you free. I release you from your wows to me.

I had stop reading because my eyes misted over. What is going on?

Taking a deep breath I continued reading.

Peter, please believe me when I say that my decision to leave is not a result of you doing something wrong. Just the opposite, you've done everything right. Well almost, you should not have given me the key to your CB and I should not have accepted it. Remember, how I told you that I was not ready for the responsibilities that came with holding that key.

Sadly I have to say that I was right. By accepting it I may have screwed up the lives of my two best friends.

Our therapy session has helped me tremendously towards healing my mental scars. But on the other hand it added complications to my life that I'm just not ready for.

Life was so much simpler when I was a "man hating bitch" and there was just Mich and I.

Yes Peter, Michelle has a similar letter and does not have any idea of where I have gone. While she most likely will blame you, I know that she's a true professional and fully trust her fully to conclude your business with HH to your full satisfaction.

Sandra can handle anything that may come up in your divorce case. She's been doing the actual work on it under my supervision. So you are in good hands as far as all your legal business is concerned.

As far as your personal life, I know it's a train wreck and I'm sorry for that. I should have never let it come to a personal relationship. We should have remained casual acquaintances that have a strictly professional relationship.

Peter, in no way do I blame you for this mess. It is I who screwed up. Initially I thought we could just play a bit, help you get over the loss by fulfilling some of your fantasies. I was stupid in not realizing how fragile you were and that you would fall for me or for that matter probably any woman who showed you some love and scratch those "subbie itches" at the same time.

Please do not try to find me. The cell phone number and e-mail address you have are no longer working. I will contact Sandra from time to time to check on business and she will have my permission to let both of you know that I'm OK in a physical sense.

I'm going take whatever time it will take to sort out my feelings for both of you. There may be future for us. I just don't know.

Peter, promise me that you will not sit around the house and mope and play the martyr. I doesn't become you. You are a strong individual with high moral standards in spite of your kinky desires to be dominated by a Woman. You proved it by standing up to M. You have friends in Alice and Clarence as well as Greg.

I promise that I will contact you as soon I have come to a decision on how to solve my present dilemma.

So Peter, please go out, have some fun. There is a bar on 6th street that is a fun place on Sunday nights. If you see a stunning blonde with really long hair, her name is Cindy. She's a friend and a very good listener. She knows my history.

Be well my dearest Peter,

Love Red

I was devastated, there I thought that maybe, just maybe my life was on the right track an than this blow. I wonder how Michelle is dealing with this.

That's when my phone rang "Peter, I've heard from Harry's attorney. Can you come over? We need to cover a few things."

"Sure thing, I'll be there. OK if I take a quick shower first? Just got back from running." "You better, I don't want to have to fumigate the office."

Fifteen minutes later I walked into their office and Lori the receptionist just pointed at Michelle's door. "Go right in Peter."

Michelle was standing by the window looking out. When she turned around, she looked like she had been crying even though she tried to hide the fact with her make-up.

"You rotten bastard, it's all your fault with your smooth talking and Goddess shit."

I took a step backwards, when she rushed towards me ready fend off a physical attack when she just hugged me and started to sob on my shoulder.

"Peter, what are we going to do? How can we help her. I've been up all night long trying to figure it out. I found my letter late yesterday afternoon when I got back from running. Oh how I wanted to rip your heart out and your balls off."

"By this morning, I've come to the realization that Red was right. It's not your fault. You were and still are a lost puppy looking for its master or better mistress. I can't blame you. In part I blamed myself. I encouraged Red to take your key. To see if she could erase some of her demons by taking total control over you.

Peter, what if she harms herself, I'll never forgive myself. I got jealous when you two seemed to get along and Red spend more private time with you then with me. I turned into a bitch. It's my fault she's gone. I should have just let her be, find herself. As much as I love and need her, I also need a good fuck every so often. She always let me. Why couldn't I do the same for her?"

"Michelle, don't beat yourself up. Humans are funny creatures with many different emotions and no one can tell in advance how each of us will react to a given situation. I think we have to make sure that Red is OK."

"I assume you have her Mom's phone number. Call her, give her an idea of what happened. I know they are very close. Tell her you're concerned just want to know that Red is OK. Tell her that we are OK as much as we can be and will give Red all the space and time to figure out what she wants to do."

"I think that is all we really can do. Hopefully, she'll get things sorted out and come to a decision that is right for her and that will give her peace. I for one, while I might not like what comes out of this, will gracefully accept it."

"OK, let's try that. I'll call."

"Hi Marion, it's Michelle and Peter. We have you on a speaker phone."

"Hi, I was going to say good morning but I guess it really isn't for you. Yes I know and to answer what I think is mostly on your mind, physically Red is OK and I am sure, that she will stay that way. I'm going to join her for a few days, see if I can help her sort things out. I know that I can't tell you not to worry but I'll make sure she's safe. You both have been great friends to my girl and hope to meet you soon Peter. Michelle you have my cell number, if you need to talk to me, feel free to call me. I won't tell you where we are but if you need reassurance that she's OK, I'll give it to you from time to time."

"Now I need to go and Peter, follow Red's advice in her letter to you. You need to look after yourself now. For the time being you won't have my baby to do it for you."

"Please tell Red from us that we love her."

"I will, take care. Bye." And the connection was broken.

Michelle looked at me sort of questioning and I said "Sixth Street Bar".

She nodded understanding and gave me a brief hug.

"Back to business. The closing is set for Thursday eleven AM in this office. Here are the details of the breakdown for the payment of the balance of the purchase price for the property and building."

I looked at it and saw that payment in different amounts to made to three entities. The largest amount to a bank. My guess a loan payment, or at least and interest payment.

"I'll have cashier's checks for these amounts ready for Thursday morning."

Peter, I want you to be in my office fifteen minutes earlier. I'll hide you here. We'll get things set up in the conference room. I'll have someone from the title company there. I want to keep your identity secret as long as possible."

"Question, is there anything that HH can do to kill the deal once he knows it's me that is buying his place?"

"Yes, he can say no, but if he does he'll owe you not only the amount of the note but also a penalty of 750 K for breach of contract. I don't think even he is stupid enough to want that. It would drive him into bankruptcy and I'm not talking chapter eleven here."

"I see you've got everything under control here. I don't know about you but I am not feeling very sociable right now. I too have some thinking to do. I think that if this situation with Red had occurred a couple of month earlier before I got involved in buying that company, I would have folded my tents and gone away. Now I'm stuck here. Oh well, that's life. I'll see you on Thursday morning. Take care. You have a firm to run."

I went back to my place and did exactly what Re told me not do, mope and be miserable. The only bright side, I felt that I was no longer obligated to wear the butt plug and I put all that stuff away into a drawer in what supposed to be our play room. Strangely I had no desire to take the CB off. It was almost like a security blanket. As long as it stayed on there was a chance for Red to come back. I wanted her to take it off. So I put the key into a safe place.

I decided to go to the bank and get the cashier's checks so that that part was out of the way, maybe have lunch at the Diner. That's when my phone rang.

"Hey Peter, it's Greg, how are things?"

"Don't ask. What's up?"

"Just wanted to let you know that I can't play on Wednesday, have to go out of town for a couple of days."

"Thanks for the heads up. Say what are you doing for lunch? I was thinking of the Diner at noon. I really would like to talk to you."

"Make it twelve thirty and I'm your man. No beer. Need a clear head later on that afternoon."

"OK, see you then and thanks buddy."

By the time Greg got to the diner, I had secured a semi private booth where we could talk.

We ordered and then "What's on your mind buddy, you seem down?"

"I am, Red took off to places unknown, needing space and time to think things through regarding her relationships with Michelle and me. It came totally out of the blue. Had a hand delivered letter telling me about her need to reevaluate her relationships. Michelle found one very similar in tone when she got back from running Sunday afternoon and Red was gone."

"Speaking of Michelle, she seemed to be quite taken with you when we had lunch here last week. You should give her a call. Ask her out to dinner."

"Isn't she?" "Yes and no. She is really bi and I think that her preference over the long run is hetro as long as she can get an occasional fling with a girl in. I think the relationship between Red and her has been changing even before I came into the picture. Give it a try. It might cheer her up a bit and she can be really good company."

"On the brighter note, the closing on Harry's properties is this week. I'm looking forward to getting back to work. Maybe that will change my current outlook on life."

"I would like you have a team of auditors standing by at the plant and I'll need to borrow a guy for a while to act as comptroller till I have a chance to evaluate the current management team. I'm going to be busy with getting production straightened out but bills have to be paid, payroll needs to get done and stuff like that. I'll feel better is someone working for you is watching our money."

"I have just the guy for that and he can stay till the middle of December after that I'll need him again. Since I'm part owner, I'm only going to charge you his actual pay and fringes, not my usual margin."

""Works for me. Thanks."