Chapter 18

I was hoping all this suffering would be worth it in the end.

I had a great night's sleep, went for an early run. Had breakfast and went to the office.

By eleven I got an e-mail from Jerry with the profitability analysis for each product line. I guess he had the easiest job. It all was there in the computer, he just had to ask it the right questions. He had done a great job. I'll have to ask him who set up the cost accounting system because I was truly impressed with it.

I passed the info on to Karl as I thought it might help him when he was looking at our manufacturing process.

Later that afternoon I got a phone call from Red's office, one I had been waiting for a long time.

"Peter, gratulation, your are now a single man. There are some papers you still need to sign. Red asks that come to her apartment at eight tonight since she's busy and also has an early dinner date."

"Thanks for calling, I've been waiting for this. Please tell Red that I'll be there. Have a great weekend."

That was great news, so the next question was would I have a great weekend or would I suffer? Well no use worrying about it. Nothing I could do but wait and see. I decided the share the great new with Greg but got his voice mail. By the time I was going home he had not returned my call.

I was almost giddy as I drove home but then some dark thoughts entered my mind. What if is this is the night Red decides to try her therapy? Was I really ready for that? My ass hurt from having to sit on that large butt plug. How much more will I hurt after she's done with me?

So by the time I got home I was not quite an emotional wreck but close with all the conflicting emotions running through my head.

Here I was finally free from M but what was I trading that freedom in for? I knew that if Red continued the way she had been acting this week, I would be gone. I was just not built for continued abuse and humiliation. I was committed to suffer through the therapy session and hoped that it would have the desired effect of releasing all that pent up anger and hate in Red's mind so that she could have a life full of sexual pleasures no matter which kind.

While I was a submissive and a bit of masochist, I was not looking for 24/7 domination. I needed love and vanilla time. Time to do what couples do when they are in love, not grovel at some bitches feet hoping that she was satisfied and would not beat me that day.

No, I wanted to be seduced into submitting. A promise of pleasures to come if I was a good subbie and made My Goddess happy. I needed conversation free of fear that any thought expressed might lead to punishment. That was my hope. I life with the love of my life well balanced between a normal F/M relationship with the added spice of a Domme/subbie relationship.

I guess time will tell. I decided to have just a light dinner so that I did not have to deal with a stomach full of rich food when whatever was going happen would.

I took a shower and shaved very carefully my balls and ass before putting the butt plug back in. I felt weird not having it inside me. My ass felt almost "drafty" and certainly empty. I also cleaned my dick as good as I could with the CB on it. I was glad the this place had an adjustable hand held shower head.

Promptly at eight, I rang the bell at Red's place.

Opening the door "come on in Peter (well that sounded business like) you have to sign some final papers but for all practical purposes you are a single man now and a target for many ladies that would love to get their hands on your butt."

There was wicket gleam in Red's eye as she said that. Red looked hot. A tight green top that seemed to match those emerald green eyes that left nothing to the imagination. There was no cleavage but also no bra and her nipples were at full attention as the fabric caressed them. In no time at all my dick was hitting the "wall" of my CB.

I started to say something but Red put her finger to her mouth indicating that I should be quiet.

"Here have a seat at the desk, scotch OK? We need to have celebratory drink don't we?" pouring a glass of eighteen year old single malt scotch – no ice for me.

Red handed me the class "to freedom" and clinked her wine glass against my glass.

I took a sip "hmm this is good".

"Drink up dear, sign the stuff and you can have another."

So I finished my drink and started looking at the documents in front of me. There were three different sets with "sign here" tabs. I looked the first one over and signed the first page. I had suddenly trouble turning the next page and the pen fell out of my hand. I lost control over some or all of my muscles.

Suddenly it got dark as someone pulled a bag or pillow case over my head. I had absolutely no strength to fight them. Whoever was doing this pulled some draw string to prevent the bag to come off. I tried to yell but not much came out. I knew what was happening. It had begun but instincts kicked in and I tried to fight but to no avail.

There had to be at least three of them, two on my arms and one lifting my legs. They were dragging me up the stairs making my ass painfully aware of every step. I just had no power to fight them. Not sure what was in that drink but since I was conscious and knew what is going on, all could think of was some kind of muscle relaxant.

In no time flat they had me stripped and tied to that spanking bench. It was dark and I could not see a thing when they took off the bag over my head and replaced it with a blindfold of some kind.

Someone ripped the butt plug out of my ass and I had same silly feeling as earlier in the evening when I took a shower. Of course that did not take long and I felt a plastic cock pressing against my anus. It had to be larger than the plug. There was some lube but it still hurt and then the ass fucking began in earnest.

Meanwhile one of them was slapping my face with a strap-on cock taunting me.

"Come on slut, I know you want this. Come on, catch my cock. I know you want to suck it. Deep throat it bitch."

Now the tip was pressing against my lips. "Open up bitch, suck My cock."

I tried to resist but a couple of fingers closed my nose and eventually I had to give in and open to catch a breath. Wham, the cock was deep inside. I tried to bite down in it, to stop it from going deeper.

"Hey the bitch is biting my cock."

A hand grabbed my balls and squeezed. I screamed and the cock went further down my throat. As I was gagging the "piston" in my ass was going in and out, in and out.

I have no idea of how long this went on but somehow I was aware of different size cocks getting shoved up my ass and mouth. I really was close to using my safe word when something hot and gooey went down my throat. I was sure it tasted like cum but this was a plastic cock tormenting my mouth and throat. How could that be?

Then I also felt it in my ass – something squirting in there. I tried to shake my head, trying to clear it. To try to focus and make some sense out of all of this when it hit me in the face over and over my head. Quarts, well maybe not quarts but lots and lots of cum. It was the real thing. It tasted real and smelled real. But I was positive all the cocks were fake. I was too dazed and could not figure it out.

I don't know if I passed out but I found myself on a pile of blankets in a dark room. My hands and feet were free. There was no blindfold over my eyes but it was pitch black. I slowly moved my legs and I touched something cool and solid. A light went in my head. I was in the bathroom. I had just touched the toilet with my foot.

That's when it hit me. I had to throw up. I just barely managed to pull myself up and put my head over the hopper. I was retching and retching. My throat was burning and so was my ass.

Suddenly, the light went on. It was too bright for me to see anything at first. Some soft hands touched me and I tried to fight them off.

"Easy Peter, relax. It's all over. It's Cindy. I'm here to help you. Here drink something. It will soothe your throat."

A straw touched my lips and I grabbed with my lips and sucked really hard on it. Whatever it was, it was cool and felt good as it crossed my throat but sure did not taste very good. I made again for the hopper and wretched some more.

"Cindy try some plain water first." A new voice, I never heard it before so I looked around and saw Cindy in a very sexy bikini bathing suit and another girl dressed the same way. It finally dawned on me, she was the same one who had saved me from tripping Sunday night in the bar.

"Hi Peter, I'm Dr. Roslyn Weinstein but my friends call me Roz and since Cindy and Red are very good friends of yours and are also mine, you can also call my Roz."

"Come Cindy let's help Peter into the shower and clean him up."

Now I understood the purpose of the bathing suits. There was no way I would have been able to get into the shower or stand up by myself but managed with their help.

I tried to speak but could only croak.

"Peter please be quiet. Your throat needs to rest. I'll give you something in a little while that will make it feel better and you should be OK in the morning. Same thing with your ass. I'll put some cream in there that will make it feel better very soon. However, I suggest that you use a stool softener for the next couple of days. I'll give you some to use."

You have no idea how good that warm shower felt and by the time Cindy and Roz had me clean, my hair washed and dried, I was able to stand by myself even though my legs still felt a bit shaky.

They led me over to the bed in the dungeon and covered me with a blanket. I drank some more of the crappy tasting stuff but it did take the soreness of my throat away. Same with the cream Roz had smeared into my anus. It felt cool and soothing.

Cindy gave me a quick kiss.

"Thank you Peter, rest now. You will be OK in the morning. I'm staying here with you and Roz will be downstairs with Red."

I must have fallen asleep almost immediately but I woke up screaming, sitting up in the bed trying to fight off Cindy who was just trying to help me.

I had this terrible nightmare.

"Shush Peter, it's OK you had a bad dream. It's Cindy, come let's hug. You are safe."

I settled down and got real close to Cindy. I was still shaking but my dick seemed to be OK with the situation because of the efforts of busting out of the plastic cage.

"Peter, do you remember the dream?"

I shuddered "yes unfortunately I do. I don't know where I was but I was naked in some place and these two huge she males, they had to be at least seven or eight foot tall with I don't know 50 plus HHH tits and cocks better than a foot long and as thick as my wrist coming after me. I tried to run but as soon as got going there was a wall and I had to change direction 'stop running you fool, you can't escape, you are out bitch. We'll "spit roast you till you die... '. They kept repeating this over and over in like a tone that zombies in a third rate horror movie would use. I tried to climb one of the walls and was almost on top when I feel back down again. They just laughed and that's when I woke up."