Chapter 17

"There, I want you to keep that in till Monday night when we change it the next size. You'll keep that till Wednesday night then the "Big Daddy" goes up your cute butt."

"Can you stand? Try it. I'll help you if you want me to."

I stood up but for a moment Red had to steady me.

"Here let's take off your blindfold and the nipple clamps."

"Ouch" and another "Ouch" It really hurts when the blood rushes back into those nipples.

"Come Peter let's go take a shower and then you can service your Goddess with that talented tongue. Get your revenge by driving me the point where another orgasm would just about kill me."

That was OK with me but I started to wonder why red had not locked my dick back up. Did she have some more torment in mind?

Damn that woman must be a mind reader.

"I bet you're wondering why I haven't locked your cock back up. It's on "parole". Control it and keep it from getting hard and it will stay out of "jail" for the time being."

So how am supposed to do that when the two of us are in the shower together unless she thinks that I'm totally "dead" down there at least for quite a while.

As it turned out, I was kind of "dead" down there. My dick went into the "quarter high" position while washing Red pussy and butt – making sure it all got really clean. I got some minor twitches when I paid attention to the delectable boobs and almost reach "half mast" when Red returned the favor and was washing my balls and dick.

"Whoa big boy – no higher or you get locked up." And this while making every effort to coax more of a rise out of my dick.

"You don't love me anymore. Can't even get hard when I kiss your dick. What's up with that Peter?"

"Goddess have mercy. It looks like you "broke" it."

We both laughed and got out of the shower.

"Hey Peter do you the makings for a Sake Martini? I need a night cap." As she strolled butt naked with exaggerated gyrations of her cute butt.

"I sure do Goddess, may I have one too?"

"Peter, stop it, play time is over for now. Fix the drinks and sit with me in front of the fire" which had popped on with the click of a remote.

So I fixed the drinks and it take not very long and we were tongue wrestling in front of the fire. Life is good. Of course all this time every so often Red would check the status of my dick, taking longer and longer with her soft hands.

"Not fair." "What do you mean not fair? This cock belongs to me and I do anything I want with it."

"Yes Goddess". "Shut up and kiss me".

After another tongue wrestling match I decided to take the action "south" and very slow and deliberate delivered an earth shattering orgasm to my Goddess.

After catching her breath – "That was nice Peter, let's go to bed. This rug in front of the fire is nice but your bed is way nicer. Well the end result was that when Red needed to go the bathroom, I needed to steady her because her legs were like jelly after all the orgasms I provided.

It was after ten the next morning before both of us woke up. I got up, brushed my teeth and started coffee and brought Red a glass of OJ.

"What does my Goddess desire for her breakfast?"

"How about some scrambled eggs with bacon and some toast? Maybe a yogurt if you got any."

"Coming up Goddess, you stay here and your lowly slave will serve you breakfast in bed."

"No Peter, it's a nice thought but I want to sit with you while we have breakfast together. Don't worry, there will be times when I will have you serve Me in bed, like when I have a lover staying over."

Chuckling "don't just stand there and stare at me. You are MY slave and if that's what I want you will do it or suffer the consequences. Now get your butt into the kitchen and start our breakfast."

A few minutes later Red walked into the kitchen wearing one of my tee shirts that stopped just short above her fiery red landing strip.

When I turned towards her she almost jumped into my arms and laid a kiss on my.

"Peter, I just love messing with your mind. You really looked stunned when I told you what I was going to do. One day I will do it but not before you and I are comfortable with the idea and have worked out all the ground rules. I care for you and I'm not going to push you into a situation like M did."

We had our second cup of coffee Red ask,

"So what is your agenda today?"

"Well I would love to go for a run, haven't done much that the last week."

"How about if we go and walk, I don't run but I walk pretty fast and figure on going for an hour. If you still feel the need to run after that, be my guest."

So we put the dirty dishes away and headed for the park. I have to say, I was impressed with the pace that Red set and when we got back I was ready for a shower and not really inclined to head out again.

"Peter, is it OK if I move in with you for the next few days? I want to get some painters into my place to paint the room Mich used and I think my rooms needs a makeover too."

"Of course you can, why don't we stop at your place and you pack a bag with enough for the week and then we can take a shower and have some lunch."

Well we did the shower thing but only after Red drained my balls a few more times before locking me up in the CB. Again, she collected my sperm and this time I saw that she put the tied off condoms into a Tupper ware container that she had in the freezer.

"OK, I have to ask, what is this all about?"

With a big twinkle in her eyes "Peter I'm collecting your sperm just in case the therapy session doesn't work out and I decide still to give Mom her grandchild."

I was quite sure that putting it into the home freezer was going to work but I just smiled. I'm sure there is some other ulterior motive behind the milking.

Well time will tell. We showered together and had light lunch.

"Red, I guess I better go and do some shopping for groceries and then there is that impossible task you handed me last night.

Red looked puzzled.

"Clothes pins form Maine"

Red laughed "Peter, if you find them great. But if you don't succeed, it will be OK. Just make sure that the pins have a nice strong spring. I'm going into the office. Maybe get a head start on the mess awaiting me there. Come find me there if I'm not back here when you get back from the stores."

My first stop was a craft store, after all I needed some paints and luck would have it that they even had clothes pins. Unfortunately I felt that my Goddess would not be satisfied with the strength of the springs.

Next I went to the supermarket for all the groceries. But again no luck with the clothes pins. Same thing, a very weak spring. As I was loading stuff into the car, I looked around there was a regular small hardware store in the other section of the shopping center. Hmm, that might work. So I walked over there and sure enough in a corner covered with dust was a bag with 50 clothes pins made in West Paris, Maine.

That triggered a memory that had been bothering me for some time, ever since Red started talking about the clothes pins and now it came to me. Once I was sitting next to a guy on an airplane and we wound up talking. Turned out that he was selling all kinds of steel wire made in Brazil, China and Germany. He told me that he had a customer up in Maine making clothes pins who bought two truckloads of wire every month from him for the springs. Considering the small amount of wire in on pin, that was a whole lot of clothes pins. The guy mentioned that the folks in Maine thought that half of their pins would go into craft projects. They had in their conference room a big display case with stuff people had made from their pins and sent them up there.

Well time to get home.

When I got there Red was not back, so I put all the stuff away and prominently displayed my "treasure" after cleaning the dust off on the counter together with my selection of paints. Then I headed next door to the office to see what Red was up to.

"Hey you're back. Peter, I have a bigger mess here than I ever imagined. I need more time here. What did you have in mind for dinner?"

"Oh, I don't know. Hadn't really thought about that."

I've got an idea, why don't you back home. I'll come over just before seven and we go to Sixth Street. We can have a burger and beer and I haven't seen that gang for a long time. Maybe Cindy will be there."

Then with a really evil grin "Maybe I'll advance the schedule for the next size butt plug to tonight and have Cindy help me milk you and put it in. She was kind of bummed out that I would not let her stick her strap-on up your ass. I told her that your ass was mine – at least till the therapy session. After that all bets are off and just might let her..."

I decided that better get out of there before Red had any more inspirations.

I went back to my place started to paint the bloody clothes pins. I made sure that packaging remained on the counter for Red to see.

About a quarter to seven Red walked in ready to go to dinner and spotted my painting project.

"Peter, I love it. You're a good boy." Picking up the wrapping, "Wow you actually found clothes pins made in Maine."

Testing the spring on one of them "Nice, I like them. There is nothing like quality US made products. I think I'm going to test them out on your nipples later on tonight."

Putting things back. "OK toy, let's go your Goddess is hungry."

At the Sixth Street, I asked Red "Bar or table Goddess" saying the last word just loud enough for her to hear.

She gave me a quick smile and said "let's sit at the bar and have our dinner. We'll wait and see who shows up."

So we both ordered burgers and beers, a Guinness for Red and Yuengling for me. We were almost done eating when Cindy came gabbing Red, hugging and kissing her before looking a briefly at me "hi toy".

From that point on, it was like was almost not there. Red got up looking at me "you know what we like, bring it over to the table in the corner and leave us alone. Make sure you keep your eyes on us, we may want a refill or two."

So there I sat at the bar watching their animated conversation feeling pangs of jealousy as Cindy stroked Reds hand. I almost gasped when Cindy looking at me stuck her tongue out at me sending a clear message that at this point I did not matter.

I noticed that Cindy's glass was empty so I decided to make a "pre-emptive strike" and ordered another round for them.

"As I approached their table "I don't recall ordering any toy. Take it back."

Red turned towards me "Yes take it back and from now on you will sit there and drink water. Clear?"

I just nodded and turned back towards the bar but my humiliation was not at its end.

"Toy, your Goddess gave you an order and asked if you understood and you dare to just nod and turn your back to her."

Cindy had increased her volume and other people in the place started to notice.

"Sorry Goddess, Ms Cindy. Please forgive me. Yes I understand, only water."

"We didn't hear you quite, speak up toy."

I wanted to sink into the ground our just by a miracle become invisible.

"It's OK, toy just go back to the bar but Ms Cindy is right. You should not have turned your back towards me. So walk backwards towards your place. Keep your eyes on me."

There was some snickering from some of the other patrons as I carefully tried to back up to the bar without tripping or spilling any of the wine. Some clown tried to be funny by sticking his leg out but his girl slapped his leg just in time, making me aware of the obstacle, making it possible to avoid it. I briefly looked at her and she gave me a smile and wink.

I had never seen her before, but I got the feeling that she had at least an idea of what was going on if not actually being a part of the whole thing.

Of course as soon as I got back to the bar and put the tray down, Cindy pointed at it and then crooked her finger signaling that I was to bring them their drinks.

As I got there "Toy, fetch your water and sit with us."

As I set down, "Toy, I was just telling Ms Cindy how good a job you are doing making me a couple of "zippers". She really likes the idea of the colored pins so when we go home we are going to stop at her place, pick up her two so that you can paint them too. But we want different colors for hers so that we can tell them apart. I guess on the way home from work you better stop at the craft store and get some more paint."

"Toy, just so you know, I hate pink unless it is the color of the panties worn by a slave. So no pink."

By 9:30 it was clear that no one from the rest of the Sunday night gang was going to show.

"I guess we better get home. Tomorrow is a work day and I still have a job to do on my toy."

"What is that Red?"

Oh, I have to change out his butt plug to the next size and drain his balls. I mean the poor guy spent months without relief. I thought it would only be right that I made up for that by draining his balls several times a day. Last night he was "bone dry" and the same this morning. So when we get home, I'll do it again."

Cindy looked at Red sort of questioning, "Oh no Cindy, I said draining his balls, that means milking. Not an orgasm. My toy hasn't earned that right yet. Maybe after the therapy session."

Laughing, "I love it. Can I watch?"

"Sure darling, come let's get out of here. We'll go to toy's place first and do our thing. He can walk you home and at that time pick up the 'zippers'."

As we walked out the girl that saved me from tripping gave me a quick thumbs up.

That left me wondering how much she knew about us.

We stepped outside the bar "Toy follow us about fifty feet behind. That should be far enough back so that you can't overhear your superior's conversation."

I was stunned, especially since Red raised no objections to those instructions. What is going on here? Cindy is treating me like dirt and Red is going along with it and at times adds to my humiliation. This is all new. Till now Red has never dominated me openly in public. In some way it was thrilling but I was puzzled. This was so contrary to the Red I knew until tonight.

We were about halfway home when Red turned back,

"toy run ahead, strip and prepare the bed upstairs. There are wrist and ankle cuffs in the drawer with the plugs. Put those on, pour us two glasses of wine and wait for us on your knees in the bathroom with the hood from last night over your head. On the tiles, no cushy rug for a slave. Like last night leave the door unlocked."

As I walked quickly past them, "your Goddess said run".

Kneeling on the hard tiles in the upstairs bathroom, I heard them come in laughing.

"Looks like your little slave is finally getting it. Time for his punishment. Toy bend over the edge of the tub, ass up into the air."

Because of the blindfold, it took me longer than they thought it should take to get into position and I felt a cane cutting across my ass.

"Faster, we don't have all night."

As soon as I got into position, "you are getting five from each of us. Goddess' on the right and mine on the left. Count each and thank us properly. Get mixed up and we start all over again".

On the right "one, thank you Goddess".

On the left, "one, thank you Ms Cindy".

The third set came so close together that I mixed them up.

"Told you he's stupid, can't even keep two sets of one to five in his head. I really don't know why you even bother with him. Dump him and I'll find you slave that has brains and knows how to obey."

So they started all over again and I knew that I would still have a sore ass in the morning.

"Well, maybe he's constipated and that's why he can't think right. We know his brain is in his ass. So maybe we should try cleaning him up. See if that helps before I kick his ass to the curb. He's really good at ass and pussy worship and would hate having to break in a new slave."

Oh shit, the dreaded enema. Sure enough one of them pulled my butt plug out, squired some lube up my ass and the nozzle of the enema bag followed quickly and roughly, not slow and gentle as Red had done in the past. It hurt a bit which meant that it was larger than the butt plug I had had up my ass since my morning shower.

"Come darling, my toy has poured us some excellent wine for us to drink while the solution does its job."

I heard them walk out and settle on the bed, clinking glasses. One thing, when you take a sense away, they others seem to compensate and could swear that I heard them kissing on that bed. The pain from the enema started to really set in and the fact that I was still bent over the rim of the tub seemed to magnify it.

Eventually one of them came back, guided me towards the toilet and into position.

"Wait till I turn on the exhaust fan and close the door before you remove the nozzle. Clean yourself up – cold water only and come crawling into the bedroom. Don't take too long or we will have to test your "brain with another set of "fives".

As I crawled out of the bathroom I bumped into a set of legs.

"Kiss my feet and thank me properly for being a loving and caring Mistress, putting you through the ordeal of an enema only once instead of the usual set of three.

So there I was slobbering kisses all over Red's feet thanking her profusely for her generosity and mercy.

"OK, enough up on the bed on your back, arms and legs spread out."

Very efficient team work secured my hands on either side of the head board.

"OK, let's see how good those clothes pins are. I'm thinking four around each nipple and one in the center. What do you think Cindy?"

"Works for me".

There I was "decorated' with five clothes pins on and around each nipple. I don't know what Red thought, but me and my nipples knew that there was first class American quality at work.

"OK, up with the legs". They grabbed on each and tied the foot to my wrist leaving my ass and balls fully exposed. It was not very comfortable but less painful then the "frog leg" from yesterday.

My CB came off and some rough manipulation by hand got my dick hard enough so Red could put a condom on it. What happened to the love she showed me last night or this morning when she did the same thing?

I was getting concerned and confused. Maybe I get a chance to talk to her. Ask some questions. I started to open my mouth and there was the dirty sock deep down inside my mouth.

"I warned you about that yesterday. Got a short memory toy?"

This was getting worse by the minute. What did I get myself into here?

Some more lube followed by the vibrator and the torment of my prostate began. It didn't take the two of them very long and my sperm was leaking into the condom without providing any form of pleasure for me.

"Let's give a short break before we do it again. Some more wine?"

The process was repeated a couple of more times when it became clear to them that I was drained.

"OK, enough for tonight."

This was followed by rather roughly shoving the new larger butt plug up my ass with a minimum of lube. They release my bonds and pulled the clothes pins off. After removing the blindfold I looked at my chest and it was clear that the clothes pins had left some marks around my nipples very similar to the ones I had seen after the "zipper" at Cindy's before the holiday.

"Get dressed, make sure you wear your running shoes. You are walking Ms Cindy home but you better run back here. If you are not out of breath by the time you get here, I can assure you that you will be from yelling when I cane your sorry ass."

We had stepped just outside my door when Cindy said,

"toy on my left side, three steps behind me at all time. Let's go I'm tired and want to go to bed."

We walked about a block when I got enough nerve up and said "starboard".

Cindy was clearly annoyed but accepted her responsibility of honoring my safe word,

"What is it toy?"

"Ms Cindy, what is going on? Red has never been this callous and mean to me. Right now she's worse than M and I'm confused and worried."

"I guess you deserve a bit of an explanation. Red actually had anticipated your confusion. That's why we set this up so you and I could talk for a bit. Peter, she's getting into the "therapy thing". She needs to detach herself completely from her love for you. She will treat you worse than dirt till the final session takes place. No one of knows what will happen after that. So, please for Her and your sake, please be patient. Hang in there. Try your best to obey. She will find fault with you and you can expect almost daily beatings. Not severe enough to cause injury and most days you should be able to sit without too much discomfort by morning."

"Ms Cindy, there is one more thing I need to talk to you about. I need a place to stay by Christmas. I like to stay in the area and I was hoping you had some place for me to either rent or buy."

"Peter, I'm not going to help you right now. I suggest that you wait. You may not want to live in the area after Red is done with you and the things don't work out between the two of you. I do have a place but it is too early. I want you to let the thing with Red play out. If push comes to shove and the two of you split, you can bunk with me till you figure out what you want to do. I hope and don't think it will come to that. So for now put it out of your mind and totally try to concentrate on pleasing your Goddess. Your and her future depends on it."

"That's all you need to know. Now get back into position and like Red said you better run as fast as you can back to her after I hand you my "zippers".

We walked the rest of the way and Cindy actually made me kneel in front of her door while going inside and getting the "zippers" so that I could paint them for her. Luckily no one war around that late on a Sunday night.

Handing me the "zippers", "remember NO pink. Now run along and please your Goddess."

I ran as fast as could and actually had to slow down for a block. I'm not a sprinter.

When I got home Red called out to me, "in the bedroom".

I guess she was satisfied with my heavy breathing and made no comments about it.

"While I'm staying here, you will sleep upstairs. The less I see of you the better I like it. There is a list of rules on the counter. Read and memorize them. I want you out of the house by seven in the morning – my normal time of getting up during the week and a fresh pot of coffee waiting for me. The rest you can read for yourself. Now grab what clothes you need for the morning and get out of here."

I kind of shook my head as I walked out "I saw that, you've had enough for tonight but you just earned yourself "five" for tomorrow."

I gently closed the door to what used to be my bedroom and looked at the sheet on the kitchen counter.

Rules for toy

You will refrain from being on the main floor at all times unless chores require you to be there.

You are responsible for my dinners. I will send you a text if I don't want any for whatever reason.

Text me, if work like dinner with a customer will prevent you to cook for ME.

I expect you to change my sheets tomorrow night and every second day after that till I move back into my place. I will take care of my own personal laundry.

Unless prevented by a work related dinner, you will be naked on your knees waiting for me in the upstairs bathroom precisely at nine PM. If you have to wait longer than a half hour, you are permitted at that point to sit. You will return to the kneeling position as soon as you hear me on the steps.

You will not speak to me at any time unless I give you permission. Failure will result in you having the dirty sock in your mouth all night long.

You will make the utmost effort NOT to occupy the same "space" as I unless your chores require it or I see to your milking and butt plugs.

Failure to obey any of these rules or delays in obeying verbal orders will result in a minimum of five strokes with the cane or paddle. Maximum punishment for the day will be twenty strokes. Anything over that will be carried over to the next day.

Looking at these, I could tell that I was in a world of trouble. It was a good thing that I had a chance to talk to Cindy or I most likely would have ended our relationship after a couple more days of this kind of treatment. I'm a subbie but not on a 24/7 basis like this was shaping up to be. So I was really confused. Did I want this "new" Red? Should I run as fast as I could? Just didn't know.

Well, I made some promises and I'm going to keep them. See how things shake out after my ordeal that still going to come. I almost started to look forward to the weekend in the hope that Red would be ready for her "therapy" so that this nightmare could end.

I took the rule sheet with me and went to bed. I had a very troubled sleep as I kept waking up thinking about the evenings events, the rules and what was to come. For the first time for a very long time, the alarm was waking me at five AM. I got up, dressed for a run and went out into the cold night air. It felt good. I tried to shut my mind to the things going on and to just concentrate on breathing. It didn't work to well.

Forty five minutes later I was back home and under the shower. I was going to make darn sure that I was out of the house before seven. After a quick breakfast, I started a fresh pot of coffee, times so that it would be done by seven.

Five minutes to seven I was in my car and on the way to the office keeping my fingers crossed that no major crisis would hit us.

Other than the dayshift that starts at seven, no one was in the office when I got there. On my desk were the production records for the short Thanksgiving week. They looked good. To me it looked like that we had repaired all the rejected units returned to us and were ready to ship them tomorrow. I made a note to myself to call my contact in the Army procurement office as well as the guy out at the assembly plant.

I decided to take walk through the production area and was happy to see that every one there seemed to be upbeat and happy. Every piece of equipment was running. On the way I stopped at Karl's office and we chatted a bit. He told me that he wanted to keep the part time guy who had made all the repairs for ten hours a week to take care of any back log in QC or repairs of problems found by them.

"Karl, I have no problem with that. I'm thinking that is money well spent if we can make full shipments and on time every two weeks. Keep him as long as there is something to do for him and he wants to stay."

By the time I got back to my office everyone was there and my work day really began. One thing that I now had to take care of was the financial end since Ted was back with Greg till after New Year.

I had an e-mail from Sue, asking me for a reference for some company in the Seattle area. I thought about it for a while and then sent something pretty "boiler plate". Let them draw their own conclusions. She did a good job for me when she was working for M and me but certainly stupid in her personal choices. Heck who was it to throw stones from the glass house. I was really not much better looking at my current situation.

So went a routine workday and just before leaving the office, I got a text from Red "no dinner 9PM"

Well that eliminated one worry. I decided to go the diner and dinner there instead of going home and cooking for one.

When I got home, I took a shower and just put on a robe, rather than get dressed again. Changed the linens on Red's bed and put new towels in the master bath. Then I grabbed my paints, the clothes pins some new papers and the clothes pins and went to work.

Red hadn't gotten home by nine when I took off my robe and positioned myself in the bathroom. I had moved the clock radio to a position where I could see it kneeling on the floor. I wasn't going miss the chance to sit if Red wasn't there by 9:30.

I heard her come into the apartment and just knelt there pretty tense because I had no idea what I was in for. Another dreaded enema? I knew I would get at least five strokes with the cane or paddle but beyond that?

Not really in the mood, I still had to smile as I heard Red's high heels on the hardwood floor outside the room at 9:29. So I straightened my back and lifted my head so that I could look straight into Red's eyes as she had told me to do in the past.

She looked stunning in a black lace bra, garter belt, stockings, four inch heels and a thong sheer enough to see that tiny patch of red hair. What got to me and scared me was the way she was tapping her left hand with the cane in her right.

"Eyes to the floor. Never higher than My knees. You are just a miserable worthless slave who doesn't deserve to look at ME. I will partially overlook your breach of etiquette because of what I had told you in the past. You should have sensed your change of status and acted accordingly. So I'm adding three stokes to the five you've already earned. Punishment will follow your milking. It is always more effective after your useless balls have been drained."

There went my hope for maybe a chance of something better than just suffering. My hopes had gone up because of the way Red looked but I guess there was no reprieve. Of course, her changing the rules without telling me was another blow. I realized that I was in a catch 22 situation. Had I looked at the floor instead of her, I would have been punished because I didn't do what I had been told in the past.

"Crawl over to the bed and get up on it."

Not bothering with tying me up "lift your legs and grab your ankles. Stay in position if you know what is good for you."

"OUCH" I think Red made sure that it hurt when she removed the butt plug.

"What did I tell you about talking. Open your trap so that I can shove a dirty sock in there to keep you quiet."

Using one of the scarves from our first bondage session up there, Red made sure that I could not spit out the sock. I really started to hate this.

Red tried to get me hard, but I guess all that new stuff really was detrimental to my arousal. That pissed her off and she slapped my balls a few times pretty hard.

This was followed by some lube up my ass and the vibrator. The simultaneous stimulation of my prostate and Red's hand jerking me off got me hard enough so that she was able to slip a condom over my dick. It did not take very long and my cum was dripping from my semi hard dick into the tip of the condom.

Red took it off and put a knot into the open end just like before.

"Turn around and ass up in the air. Time for your punishment."

"Five from yesterday, three for looking at ME without permission and (a long pause and deep breath) ten for unauthorized talking. I'll be merciful and split it. Half with the paddle and the rest with the cane."

Damn that woman, there I was within two strokes of the maximum punishment Red had set.

"Oh, should you drop out of position during punishment, I will add six more."

"Head down on the top of the bed facing away from me. I don't want you to look at me but I can't be bothered with the blindfold right now."

So I got myself into position and at no time flat the blows were raining down my ass. First the paddle and then the cane. Those really hurt after the paddling. By the time Red was done, she was breathing heavily, but then I thought that I detected a bit of sniffling, almost a sobbing. But it was very quiet and I could be mistaken. Maybe Red really wasn't the bitch she appeared to be?

I was quickly disillusioned. After the beating ended, I sort of collapsed on the bed.

A stroke with the cane seared my ass. It was harder than any of the earlier one.

"I did NOT give you permission to move. Get back up. Two more now to get you up to twenty and four to carry over to tomorrow and don't move till I tell you to. Still have put the butt plug back."

So I suffered through two more strikes. I wasn't going to tell her that she now had exceeded her own limit by one even if I didn't have that sock in my mouth.

"I'm disappointed in you. Maybe I should have given you another enema tonight. Your "brain" still seems to be constipated or you would not have made such a stupid remark."

The butt plug went back in without any undue stress or pain. I think there was more lube on it than last night.

"OK you can lay down but face away from me. Tomorrow you will cook and serve a dinner for Ms Cindy and me. I want it plated, the wine poured and ready to eat when we walk in at seven thirty. You are not be seen or heard. I leave the menu up to you. Better make it good. For the rest of the evening, you know the rules. You can clean up the kitchen after we have left or I've gone to bed. Not sure yet what I'll do after I see to your punishment."

I heard her walking towards the door and just before she closed it, "you can remove the sock when you go to sleep. I don't want you to accidentally suffocate during the night. There is some cream for your ass on top of the dresser, you may want to use it."

The day at the office was uneventful and I left an hour early to buy the supplies for tonight's dinner and to get it started. I decided on lemon ginger chicken breasts, baked potatoes, roasted asparagus and a salad.

I had everything ready by 7:28 and I took my dinner upstairs to eat. At first I was going to have a glass of wine, but decided against it and just took some water to drink.

I heard the two ladies coming into the apartment and eventually sit down to dinner. I sure hoped that they were happy with my efforts.

"Slave, we are going out for a while, catch some air. Come down when we're gone and clean up."

I heard the door close and went down to clean up. To my surprise there was almost a whole piece of chicken left. I added it to my left over since I really did not have much of an appetite and put the pieces into a Tupper Ware dish and the fridge. I dumped the leftover salad and all the dishes into the dishwasher. I decided that it was full enough to warrant turning on before I went back upstairs to my room.

By nine I was back on my knees in the bathroom waiting for whatever was going to be in store for me that evening. Tonight Red was late and was able to sit on the floor with my back against the bath tub. I kept listening for the door and eventually heard someone coming inside.

I got back on my knees and waited.

Red walked in and slapped my face twice. "Totally useless".

Getting her face very close to mine she slapped my twice more. All I could think of was, "thank God, that I decided not to have any wine". I'm sure that Red was checking for that.

"Ms Cindy complained that her chicken was dry. That means five lashes for you. I found a wilted leaf in my salad, another five. You got four strokes coming from yesterday. Get up and into position on the bed for a milking."

Just like last night, Red had trouble to get my dick hard enough to put a condom on it. Frustrated, she slapped my balls a few times and locked my dick back into the CB. I looked at her and was just about to say my safe word. She must have sensed it because she ever so slightly shook her head and there was a pleading look in her eyes. So just swallowed and kept my mouth shut.

"OK turn over and get into position for your whipping."

"Hmm", stroking my ass with her hand. "maybe I should take it a bit easy on your ass tonight but I really like the color. I'm going to take a couple of pictures after I'm done with today's beating. I think a collage of pictures from today together with the ones I took down south after the paddling might just look really nice on my bedroom wall.

I'll give you seven strokes with the paddle for tonight and carry the other seven over to tomorrow. Try not to piss me off so that you won't add any more."

I was pretty sure that the strokes were not quite as hard as they had been. Is Red lightening up a bit?

That night I had again a hard time falling asleep and decided to go downstairs to get my lap top and play some solitaire. When I passed the door to the bedroom I heard talking. I got closer to the door, trying to find out if Red had company but it became clear that she was talking on the phone. I also heard some sobs during periods when she seemed to be listening.

Oh how I longed to just go inside and wrap her into my arms but I know that would create even bigger problems. So I grabbed my laptop and headed back upstairs.

Eventually, I managed to go to sleep. The next morning I was still thinking of what I had heard the night before.

Around lunch time, I decided to call Nicole and talk to her about the current situation. I figured that maybe she had some insights or advice for me.

"Hello Nicole, it's Peter. Do have a bit of time? I really could use your advice."

"Hello toy". That set me back a bit but then I could hear her chuckle.

"Relax Peter, tell me what is going on. You sound troubled."

So told Nicole what had been going on, my concerns and worries and that I thought I heard Red cry last night.

"Peter, Red is suffering just like you are. Not the physical pain of getting your ass whipped but the mental pain. By the way how does your ass look? I bet a pretty purple is probably right."

I had to chuckle "maybe you should ask her to send you the pictures she took last night. On the other hand maybe wait till this is all over. I'm not sure it's a good idea for her to know that I called you."

"Peter, I agree with you on that. I'm sure that sooner or later I'll get to see them. Please hang in there with her. This is the hardest thing you two have ever done and most likely will ever do. Don't ruin it now. Please, suck it up and hang in there. I don't think it will go on for much longer. Remember you guys have plans of coming down here for Christmas. Focus on the good times ahead. Remember I still owe you a blow job."

I had to laugh about that.

I felt a bit reassured, "Thanks for listening to me Nicole. I guess I'll just have to suck it up as you eloquently put it to me."

"Peter, darling you are most welcome. I'm glad you trust me enough to call. I'm sure things will work out for you. I know Red loves you. I'm sure it's tearing her apart but I feel it's important that she buries that love way back in her mind till you had that therapy session."

We said our goodbyes and I went back to work.

Just before going home, I got a text from Red "No dinner". I was relieved that I didn't have to worry about that.

When I got home, I went for a run. Made a curry sauce and some rice for my left over chicken. After eating, I emptied the dishwasher from the night before I went back upstairs. I took a shower, put on my robe and did some work on my laptop as well as some more painting by starting on the "zippers" Cindy had given to me.

By nine I was back on my knees waiting for Red. She showed up shortly after and told me to get up on the bed in the whipping position. She hit me four times with the paddle and three times with the cane.

"toy, the painters are done in my place. I'll still will sleep here tonight but I'll move back tomorrow. I won't need dinner but I expect the door to be unlocked and you on your knees up here at nine."

"Time to go to the large butt plug. You are allowed to take it out when you go running but I trust that it will be in position the rest of the time."

So Red took the old plug out, added some lube and in went the new one. It was a strange feeling. There was a noticeable difference which made me wonder if she switched to an even larger one than what I had purchased. My ass felt really full and stretched and I was not looking forward to the future since I really had no idea how long I had to go with this.

Red slapped my ass "Good night toy".

This was the first friendly thing Red had said to me since the ordeal began on Sunday night.

I tried to get my mind off what had been and was still going on but that was not easy when you paint clothes pins knowing that one day they will be used to provide you quite a bit of pain. Anyway. I finished the painting project and went to sleep. It was the first night where I did not have any trouble sleeping.

Was I adjusting? Becoming more of a masochist? Or was it the idea that Red seemed a bit more mellow, maybe an indication that things were winding down towards the "grand finale".

Oh well, time will tell.

Thursday in the office was exciting. I got a call from the Army procurement office. They want to talk about an extension of the contract since we seemed to have resolved the quality problems and are now shipping trouble free parts and on time. So we set an appointment for next week.

"Peter, there is one thing that would really help. As you can imagine we are very much under pressure to reduce costs. If you can figure a way to reduce unit costs, it would go a long way towards a longer term contract. The other thing you may want to look into is "just in time shipments". That would help reduce costs at the assembly end. We expect this particular weapons system to stay in service for the next eight to ten years."

"Why don't you talk to John Morrison at the assembly plant. Get his views and needs on "just in time". That way you can figure your transport costs."

"I'm looking forward to seeing you next Thursday."

We said our goodbyes and I went to work.

I wished Ted was here on the finance side but his assistant Jerry has been here a long time and should be able to give my info that I need.

So I called a lunch meeting with Karl, Jay and Jerry. I called in a take-out order to the diner and asked my PA to either pick it up or have someone else get it. Poppa would just put on my account and I will take care of it the next time I'm there.

"Peter, I hope you've ordered for me too. If not you can go and get it yourself. I just love their corned beef."

"Don't worry Lori, I ordered plenty and you can have your corned beef sandwich."

During the meeting, I laid out what the army wanted.

Karl would look at the production process and see there was any fat in there. Jerry would work up a profitability study on the parts and Jay would make a "model" of the various ways we could ship based on X number of units since we did not have the info from the assembly plant. Those guys were just getting to work while we had our meeting.

"OK, is Monday same time same place OK with everyone? Enough time to get the numbers and ideas?"

"Peter, if you serve another lunch like this, we'll have what you need."

"OK, thanks guys."

The rest of the day was uneventful. There were some sandwiches left over from lunch I decided to take them home and make them my dinner with a beer and salad.

I just got out of me car at home when my phone rang. I looked at the number and it was Red.

"Toy, I'm not coming over tonight. Lock the door and have good night's rest. Make sure you keep the plug in" and she hung up without any further comments or giving me a chance to speak. I was tempted to call her back but decided against it. If Red had wanted to talk to me, she would have stayed on the line.

So I had a relaxed if lonely evening. I missed having Red around. I mean we could sit for hours doing our own thing, not speaking a word but every so often we would catch ourselves looking at each other, a brief smile and go back to whatever each of us was doing.