Chapter 21

So I got out of bed, picked her up and carried her into the bathroom, sat her on the toilet while I got the water going at the right temperature before picking her up again and putting her down on the seat in the shower. I started to wash her gently and it took me just a few seconds before I realized that my dick was in Red's mouth and she was giving me the promised BJ. That girl is full of surprises. I really thought that the offer was just for show and not really to be taken seriously.

Well eventually we got out of the shower after the obligatory snow ball for me and another orgasm for her, got dried off and went back to the bedroom.

Red looked at me "Peter, I guess you know what's coming now."

I just nodded, opened a drawer and handed her the CB.

"Peter, Mom and Nicole expect you to wear this. I promise it will come off at one time or the other. In part it's for your own protection."

I looked at her, "What do you mean by that"?

"Well you know how Nicole is, she's going to check you out and if she doesn't feel that CB, she'll seduce you into letting her give you the BJ she's been offering you since Thanksgiving. Now if that should happen I would be extremely pissed at you for being unfaithful. I would have to severely whip you – the thing is that Mom and Nicole would all get into the act of punishing you. It would like another 'cleansing session'. Remember, like the one Mich and I administered to you shortly after you moved in and you accepted my collar?"

"By the way, I don't remember releasing you from that collar. So while we are in this dating phase and not really into the FemDomme thing, I do expect a certain behavior from you."

With that long sermon, Red closed the lock, got off the bed and hugged me.

"Peter, please trust me. It may take some time but I have that feeling. Feeling good about what we are doing."

"Give me a kiss and let's go to sleep. I'm bushed."

So just like the last time, Red pushed her ass against my locked up dick, grabbed a hand and put on her breast and within less than five minutes was out cold. There I was again, locked up again. An uncertain release ahead of me. Lots of teasing to look forward to or dread. Not really sure at this point. The only difference was that I was really well drained. It helped and in reality it probably didn't take me all that long before I fell asleep too.

When I woke up in the morning, I tried to get out of bed without waking Red but it seemed that she had been waiting for me because as soon as I moved, she jumped up and beat me to the bathroom. Mercifully she did not linger but gave me a chance to empty my bladder.

Sure officially we were not in the FemDomme mode but here was that girl not budging but standing in the door watching me as I was forced to sit down to pee because of that damned CB. She had this big grin on her face knowing full well that it was a bit humiliating for me with her watching. Well I fixed her, I managed a rather loud fart that sent her off and closing the door behind her.

I had to chuckle to myself – serves you right.

I washed my hands, brushed my teeth – shaving could wait and went out to the kitchen. There was Red in one of my tee shirts fixing the coffee.

I went over to her, grabbed her into a bear hug and kissed her

"Good morning sunshine. What shall we have for breakfast?"

"How about we just have some juice and coffee, get dressed and stop by that Pancake place near the highway. It's not part of one of the big chains and they do a really nice job with their waffles and omelets."

"Works for me, so the only remaining question is – do we take a shower or can we get away without?"

"I'm thinking without. We are getting an earlier start than we thought and that way we take one before dinner. By the way dinner is at the Inn. Nicole and Pam are cooking. All you guys will have to do is take care of the drinks, wine and clean up after we are done eating."

"I packed two bags, one I'll leave in your room at the Inn, the other I'll take to Mom and Dad's place. That way I'm very flexible as far as where I'll sleep. Tonight I just might stay with you. Will see what I feel like and how well behaved you are. Anyway, that way I can take the shower with you at the inn. No need to go home before dinner."

So I decided to skip the shaving part too and we were soon on the road stopping or breakfast and then going on with a short stop for a simple lunch at a typical country diner just off the interstate.

As we pulled up at the inn, Chuck came out asking if we needed help with our bags.

"No thanks Chuck I can manage."

"OK, I have your parking thing here, want me to put your car away? I'll bring the keys to you."

"Sounds good, thanks Chuck. See you in a few..."

I grabbed my computer and bag and then realized that I should have let Chuck help me because Red was not going to pick up her bags. She was already inside. Luckily Chuck came right back and he grabbed Red's bags and we headed inside. Pam was at the registration desk and came out from behind me as soon as she saw me. Got a nice hug and quick kiss.

"Welcome back Peter. I'm so glad you decided to come. We all would have really missed you. Sorry, but we are full so you'll get our guest room and bath in the family wing. It's up to you if have breakfast with us or out in the guest area. Either way is fine with me."

"Thanks, I guess that will depend on how late this young lady keeps me up. I imagine you guys have breakfast pretty early."

Pam chuckled, "You are right Peter, for us breakfast time is no later than six but you can come into the kitchen any time. Any special requests are welcome. I look at you as family and you don't have to stick to the standard fare we put out for our guests."

"Thanks, I'll play it by ear and what Ms Red here desires."

"Ms Red desires her slave to move the luggage and his ass into the room so that he can assist in the shower and getting ready for dinner tonight."

With that she strode off and Chuck and I followed with the luggage.

So what was it about just dating and none of the FemDomme stuff? But then again, it really was OK with me. I just wasn't ready for any of the rough stuff.

So Chuck and I grabbed the stuff and moved it to an upstairs bed and bath suite. Actually the room was more or less identical to the one I had stayed the last time except of course that it was in the family section of the building and it had already ropes attached to the four-poster bed all neatly coiled on top of the duvet. Hmm, interesting. Red must be in the bathroom because I didn't see her.

"Thanks Chuck, I'll take it from here. See you at cocktails or dinner depending on what I'm told to do."

I smiled at him, "You and Pam OK?"

He looked around and then quietly said, "Yes we are in many ways thanks to you and the conversations you had with us the last time. All is good. I'm scared about the engagement ceremony but I just have to trust Pam. Till now she has not abused that and we established some clear limits and a safe word."

With that he left and Red came out of the bathroom.

"Toy please hang all my stuff in the closet. If there is room you can do the same with yours. Otherwise you'll just have to live out of your bag."

I looked at her, "Red where are we going with this. I'm not sure I want to get into this 'toy' thing right now. I don't mind that bit downstairs with the luggage but..."

Red held her hand up and I stopped talking.

"Peter, I'm just having some fun. Try to go along. I promise just some verbal and mental stuff – no physical tormenting. This is a special family dinner and as far as Mom and the others are concerned you are family. Mom and Nicole know about our issues but the guys don't. Please be a dear and play along."

I looked into her emerald green eyes, trying to see if there was any form of deceit or treachery there. I couldn't find any.

"OK, I'll go along with it tonight but I'm warning you right now that I have very low tolerance for any kind of domination and just might trigger the safe word. I'm not going to be a patsy here. So please be very careful how far you push me. I want to make this work but I really would prefer staying in the 'dating mode' without any domination. I'm still hurting a bit. Please keep that in mind. I love you and want to make you happy but it needs to be a two-way street."

"I understand Peter, I'll go slow and easy but I would really like you to wear your collar tonight for dinner. All the guys will. Please."

With that last 'please' Red planted a big kiss on me and soon we were tongue wrestling and ass grabbing.

"Hold on here stud. I was saying thank you for agreeing to wear the collar. It's time for us to get cleaned up. Please do what I asked you to. I know there is plenty of room in the closet for both of our stuff. I was just messing with you. I'll go and take a shower. If you should find it convenient I would really like you to stay outside the shower with a towel in your hands, ready to wrap me up in it. They should be warm, I turned on the warming cycle as soon as I got up here."

A quick peck on my cheek and leaving a trail of clothes Red headed to the bathroom and the shower.

Well what could I do? I picked up her stuff and then hung both of our stuff into the closet before stripping myself and heading for the bathroom.

As soon as I entered, Red turned off the water and I quickly grabbed one of the luxurious fluffy and warm towels and held it open so that I could wrap it around Red as she stepped out of the shower.

"Thank you Toy, now go ahead and get cleaned up. Remember to shave not just your face but everything. I guess I better unlock your CB so you can do a good job down there. Now if you were truly my slave, I just might spring for laser hair removal for you. I wonder if that hurts. I have to check into that."

Red had a big grin on her face – Game on, it seemed.

She went and unlocked my CB, "Can I trust you or do I need to sit here on the toilet and watch you so that you won't jerk off?"

"Goddess, I promise I'll be good."

"OK, get busy but I'll hang around anyway, still have to dry my hair and stuff."

To my surprise, Red held open a warm towel for me when I turned off the water. It felt really good because the bathroom was not the warmest. It was only the next morning that I discovered that it had a separate heater.

When I came out of the bathroom, Red sat in her very sexy underwear in the one chair in the room and one of pillows from the bed was on the floor in front of her.

"Peter please come over here and kneel on the pillow. Oh, good boy, you put the CB back on and all I have to do is close the lock. I like that. You just earned yourself a couple of 'brownie points'. There, that's done, now the collar. Please bend your head a bit forward. Good now lift up so that I can insert the lock."

"Hmm, I do like the look my dear. Something about a handsome guy with a collar and CB. Does something to my pussy but I guess that will have to wait till later."

"We better get dressed. Slacks over your panties and there is a new pink tee shirt in that box on the bed. Actually several of them, a gift from Nicole and Mom. It's the 'uniform of the day' for you guys."

That took the sting a bit out of it but I still was not really comfortable with the whole situation.

It turned out, that I really did not have to worry. It was a normal family dinner, just that the four guys were wearing pink tee shirts and 'slave collars' while the ladies were dressed to the hilt with acres of cleavage on display.

Conversation was totally normal like you would find at any family gathering where people hadn't seen each other for a while. I noticed that the guys limited themselves to just one glass of wine each, so I followed suit and got a quick approving smile from Red.

"OK, everyone had enough to eat?" That was Nicole asking.

We all agreed that the food was fantastic and that we ate too much.

"Good, the boys will clean up while the Ladies retire to the 'Florida Room' for cognac and cigars."

OK, was the game on or was this something normal for them? I guess I'll ask once they are gone.

I looked at Dan and Darrell, "What's up with this? I don't mean the cleaning up. I have no problem with that but the bit about the cognac and cigars. That's way different from when I was down here Thanksgiving."

They laughed, "Peter this is the norm for us. Thanksgiving was different because you were there and we really did not know you. I mean all we knew was what Red had told us about you. But don't worry, we have a bottle in the kitchen or we can wait a bit. I have the feeling that they just might invite us to join them. In that case the same rule applies as for the wine. I noticed that you caught on to that. It really pleased the ladies."

At that point Chuck chimed in, "Peter there is a bottle and two glasses in your room in the cabinet under the TV as well as some soft drinks and juice."

"Thanks Chuck, I appreciate knowing about that but suspect that Red does know and I'll just follow her lead tonight."

We were sitting around the kitchen table talking about possibly playing golf in a couple of days as it was supposed to be nice and I should be done with my session with Red's therapist when a bell rang.

"Looks like we are invited, let's not keep them waiting."

So off we went to join the ladies. I kind of hung back, wanting to see what was going on so that I could follow suit or balk depending on what was happening.

The room were the ladies sat was really beautiful. Quite large with lots and lots of plants and flowers around the glass walls including some exotic looking orchids. There was fire going and it was really comfortable in just a tee shirt and slacks. There was no need for a sweater or jacket. The ladies each sat in a chair with a low ottoman and a small table next to them. Each table had two full cognac glasses, a short burning candle, ash tray and a small four inch long cigarillo on it.

The ladies all had full sized cigars that were going and filled the room with smoke that is pleasant to a cigar aficionado and hated by all non-smokers.

It was clear to me that our status as 'slaves' only warranted the small short cigar and that it was to be considered a special treat for the evening.

Nicole spoke up, "Come on in boys. I assume you've finished your chores. Pam will inspect later on and Chuck will bear the punishment for any short comings. Please have a seat by your lady," pointing at the ottomans.

"Peter, please pull yours around in front of me and sit so that I can put my feet on your lap and you can rub them a bit in between puffs on your cigar."

"That is a splendid idea Red, Chuck please do the same".

There we were rubbing feet and enjoying our little cigar, trying to make it last.

"Peter on behalf of our two families we want to welcome you again to our homes and especially thank you for your efforts to help our darling Red to find herself. We all know – well the boys just have a vague idea – of what you went through and the bumps in the road afterwards. We want to thank you for your patience and wish you all the happiness in the world."

"Thank you Nicole, I'm honored that you have invited me again..."

Red's Mom interrupted me, "Peter, we still have to torture you to find out about that secret ingredients for your turkey. That's really the only reason we asked you back."

They all laughed at that. Aside from the little FemDomme game going on, it was really a very nice evening.

Eventually the party broke up with Pam and Chuck retiring to their part of the house and the others going home. Red decided to stay with me since I had the nine AM appointment and she was going to walk with me to the office of her therapist.

As I got a good bye hug from Marion and Nicole both of them could not resist and had to check if I was wearing a CB. Red noticed it and had a big grin on her face. Now I was wondering if she put them up to it while we were in the kitchen cleaning up. She can be so wicked.

"Peter, please hang in there for Red, I feel good about you two," whispered Marion into my ear as she was hugging me.

When we got to our room, I decided to test Red and see how far she was going to push the FemDomme thing. So I went over to the cabinet that Chuck had told me about, grabbed the two glasses and bottle of cognac holding it up towards Red.

"I'm having a night cap. Want one too?"

"No thank you, I had enough. I'm disappointed that you did not ask for permission since you are still wearing the collar but I guess you really mean it when you say we are dating and not doing the FemDomme thing."

"Well that's OK, I'm going to sleep. I'm tired I'll take the collar off in the morning before you have to take a shower."

Interesting, things got just a bit frosty when Ms Red did not get her way. I'll have to keep that in mind. No point in asking if she would unlock my CB.

I finished my drink and it was clear from her position in the bed that there was not going to be any play tonight. I did go around to her side of the bed. I was sure that she was faking sleep. I just gave her a light kiss on the cheek. "Good night Red, I love you".

I crawled under the covers and to my surprise I did not have any trouble falling asleep. There was a benefit to not having Red press her butt into my groin. My dick stayed more or less flaccid and did not fight the cage.

I'm not sure what time it was when I woke up. Red was spooning me, holding me tightly against her and she was softly sobbing. I turned over and hugged her to me. Her tears were getting my chest wet.

"What's the matter babe? Bad dream?"

Sobbing, "No, I'm upset with myself. I screwed up again didn't I Peter? Why can't I get it right, when to play and when to just go ahead and love you. I'm so screwed up. Maybe you should just dump me and find someone else."

"Shhh, shhh babe, it will all work out. We need to learn together how to live with each other. I think, you still have issues going back to your traumatic experience and now you are afraid of losing control."

"Peter what am I going to do? This is so scary. I don't want to lose you but I keep messing up."

"Look Red in the morning, I'm going to see Doc Wetzel and you'll see her in the afternoon. I'm sure she'll get some insights as to where I'm coming from and if you are honest with her about your fears and what has been happening these couple of weeks with us, she'll be able to guide you."

"Now we better try to go back to sleep. Tomorrow is going to be stressful."

"Wait please, let me take the collar off. That was silly of me and it can't be very comfortable trying to sleep with it."

"Thanks babe, I do appreciate that. It's OK at most times but you are right sleeping with it is not the best."

We kissed good night one more time and it was not long when Red was out and did that soft snore that she does most nights. I thought back on the night and resolved to try to get some private time with Marion or Nicole, even better with both of them at the same time to try to get some insights on their relationships with their husbands as far as the daily life is concerned. Maybe I am wrong and it is much more FemDomme oriented than I suspect and Red is just following their lead. We'll just have to see. With that thought I also fell asleep.

As usual, I woke up before six. I managed to untangle myself from Red without waking her and decided to get dressed, grab some juice and coffee in the kitchen and go for a short run before coming back to wake Red and to shower, shave and have the rest of my breakfast.

When I got back from my run, Red was already in the shower, so I waited for her to finish. I did hold a warm towel for her like yesterday. However, when I got out of the shower, I was on my own. No Red holding mine, she was busy drying her hair.

We went down and opted to have breakfast in the kitchen so that we could chat with Pam and Chuck when they were not busy.

Soon it was time for us to head out to my appointment with Dr Wetzel. I was a bit apprehensive, not really sure what to expect. When we got to the office door five blocks from the inn, Red gave me a quick kiss.

"Good luck Peter, I'll see you for lunch at Mom and Dad's place," and off she went.

My first surprise, when I entered the office was that the receptionist was a very handsome man, late twenties. I don't know why it surprised me but it did.

"Good Morning, I'm Peter..."

"Yes sir, I know, please have a seat, I'll let Dr. Wetzel know that you are here."

Before I could sit down a door opened and a lady that I could only describe as the ultimate cougar. She looked to be mid forties but I knew from Red that she was around 55 years old. Maybe five foot six or seven with a trim figure and a great set of 38 DD or better that were covered by a clinging silk blouse with just a hint of cleavage and an open suit jacket. The skirt was above the knee but not too much. Add four inch stilettos, golden blond hair, a healthy tan and blue eyes and you'll have the picture.

"Peter, I may call you Peter? Please come in".

As I approached her, she held out her hand for nice firm handshake.

"I'm so glad you were able to arrange to visit with me today. Jamey hold all calls."

"Please Peter, have a seat," pointing a comfortable chair in front of a desk. Actually to call it a desk was a bit much. It was big piece of plate glass on a chrome plated metal frame allowing full view of the person behind it. There was a phone and a lap top plus a couple of note pads on top of it making it a desk.

Sitting in that chair and crossing her legs made that skirt a lot shorter and a bit distracting. There was a knowing smile on her face. She clearly knew that she was beautiful and at same time had a very commanding presence. I started to wonder what the relationship was between her and Jamey out front.

"So Peter do you mind if I record our conversation? It makes it much easier and is less distraction then taking notes." I just nodded.

"Red tells me that you had a FemDomme relationship with your ex and in the past have submitted to Red. I would like to try to find out how deep your need to submit is, where it came from and most importantly what your expectations are from a relationship with Red. I assume that you want a long term relationship with her or you would not have gone through all the suffering that she has put you through. I also understand that at one point you walked out on her. I would like to hear more about that too."

"Don't worry about the time it will take. I have no appointments other than the two of you today. Red is a special project for me and I care deeply for her, probably more than a professional like myself should. But I have treated here off and on since that infamous incident at her original college and really need to see her regain her happiness."

"Here are a couple of ground rules. I expect you to be completely honest with me. If I get the feeling that you are not, this session will be over and that would be a sad thing. Furthermore, nothing that you tell me here will ever get back to Red. I may give her some insights and suggestions on how she can make a relationship with you work which I assume you both want to happen."

Again I just nodded.

"So Peter, tell me how much of a subbie are you? Would you get down on your hands and knees, crawl over here and beg to be allowed to kiss my feet? It would please me very much."

I must have looked shocked because she laughed and I turned scarlet because the thought did excite me.

Totally flustered, "Dr. Wetzel..."

"Peter relax, please call me Rosanne or Ms Rosanne if you are more comfortable with that. I don't really care for the doctor thing that much."

"Well..."

I took a deep breath, "The short answer is 'yes' but since I am at least in my view in an exclusive relationship with Red, I would first have to have her permission."

"Wow, that is a surprise, but I like your answer. Why don't we start with how you got to a point where you felt the need to have dominant woman in your life."

I thought for a minute. I had thought about that off and on, especially after the break-up with M.

"To be honest, I think it was a very gradual thing starting way back as a kid. I think it really was more of a need to please the women in my life. At least that is what I thought until I got into the FemDomme games with my ex."

"Go on, we have all the time in the world."

"My Mom more or less raised me as a single mother. My dad was military and not home much. He got killed when I was thirteen. We never knew where or how. He was special forces and never talked about any of the things he did."

"My Mom had inherited three small houses on a very large piece of land just outside the base from her parents. Two of them she rented out to a couple of military families and we lived in the third one. When I turned five two new couples moved into those houses, each had a daughter a couple of years older than I, Gabriela – Gabby for short and Karin."

"Even though they were girls I was happy because it was the first time that any kids lived in those houses that were close to my age. 'till then they were either much older or babies. Because of that I really had no friends since we really lived in the 'boonies'."

"It didn't take that long to become friends even though both had started school but just lived too far from any of their school mates. I would start school that fall. The other two mothers worked and I guess part of the deal of renting those houses was that my Mom would babysit the two after school."

"The two of them most of the time were regular tomboys and much of our outdoor play involved typical stuff like 'cowboys and Indians', 'cops and robbers', stuff like that. It seemed natural at the time that I was most of the time the lone 'bad guy' and they had to capture me. Many times I found myself bound to a tree and tickle tortured. But it all was in good fun. They never really hurt me. They did let me capture one of them off and on, tie her up and get a bit of revenge before the other one came to 'rescue' her and I was again on the receiving end. When the weather was bad, we did some indoor play that once in a while involved dolls. I don't know, but I most of the time went along with it because I really liked having friends. I think in retrospect, even though they may not have known it, they manipulated me into whatever games they wanted to play, throwing me an occasional bone."

"When school started that fall, one of the two mothers would take us to where the school bus would pick up on her way to work and my Mom would come and get us after school."

"By the time the two of them turned twelve our roughhousing had slowed down quite a bit. Play evolved into more stuff like board games but once in a while we still would go out and do the 'cops and robber' thing. During one of those roughhousing games I got into trouble with them. We were wrestling around with them trying to get some bonds on me when I grabbed Gabby's breast that by then was fairly substantial. I still think it was by accident and not design. Anyway she got really mad and before I knew it she sat on my head with her knees on my arms while Karin grabbed my legs and managed to tie my feet together. Gabby did not get up until my hands were also secure."

"They called me all sorts of names and I was really upset. They both punched me pretty good and even gave me a bloody nose before leaving me tied in the woods. I don't know how long, but eventually they came back and released me, but would not speak to me. When I got home and my Mom saw how I looked, she got pissed and wanted to go next door and read them the riot act. 'Mom, please don't. It's OK, we got carried away. We'll work it out. Please don't make a fuss.' Reluctantly, she agreed, helped me to get cleaned up and put some stuff on a couple of minor cuts."

"We didn't see each other for couple of days and I finally went over to their house. 'Hi guys can we please talk. I'm not sure why you got so upset but if I've done something wrong, I'm really sorry.' They looked at each other and Gabby said, 'Look Peter, we are sorry too. I should not have reacted the way I did. We were playing but I thought that you touched my breast on purpose. Guys at school try it all the time. But now think it was an accident. Sorry'. I told her that it was OK and there were no hard feelings."

"A few years later while during the early stages of puberty and even later I used to masturbate to the fantasy of Gabby sitting on my face, the only difference, she didn't have any clothes on and after she beat me up, I was allowed to touch her breasts."

"Honestly, I really don't know where my being a subbie comes from. All I know is that I wanted to please any lady that I come into contact with and I don't mean necessarily in a sexual way. During high school and college I did way better with female teachers and professors – regardless of how old, good looking or not. Just a need not to disappoint them."

"Something else may be relevant, I really don't know. I had just graduated from high school and was working for a lawn service. We were finishing up for the day when a young lady came out of the house next door. To my surprise, it was Gabby. They had moved and Gabby had gone out of state for college so I had lost track of her after she graduated from high school. 'Peter, is that you? Come here and give me a hug. It's so good to see you. Come on in, I'll have something to drink for you and we can catch up.' 'Hey Gabby, great to see you but I have to go back to the shop with these guys, help clean the equipment.' 'Who is the boss here, I'll fix so you can stay. I need to talk to him anyway, we are thinking of using a service. My parents are getting to old to take care of the large lawn.' So she sure enough fixed it so that I could stay."

"We went inside and Gabby told me that I needed a shower before we could talk leading me to a guest bath room. I was just about ready to get out when she stepped behind me, pressing her boobs into my back and forcing me to stay in the shower. ' Gotta make sure you are clean boy. I have plans for you tonight'. I don't know I was almost scared. Here I was just eighteen years old when this good looking chick – I think I always had a bit of a crush on her especially after she grew breasts – pressing the objects of my fantasies into my back."

"It's not that I did not date or have some sexual encounters during my last year in school, but this was different. Again there was that element of taking charge. Of course at the time, I had no idea what it meant, it just felt good and right."

"Anyway, there she was, grabbing a wash cloth and started to work on my genitals. Talk about being embarrassed, especially after I squirted. I just wanted to die right then and there. Gabby whispered into my ear, 'It's OK Peter, I wanted that to happen. I've got plans for you tonight. Trust me you'll be fine.' I really did not know what to do but eventually she released her hold on me and we both got out of the shower. Gabby handed me a towel and we dried each other off."

"This is interesting Peter, what happened next?"

So I related my conversation with Gabby – or as much as I could remember – to the good doctor.

"Peter, my parents are on vacation for the next couple of weeks and I'm always horny. I need sex every day. I've been here for five days and all I've had is my vibrator. This is a great stroke of luck for both of us that I ran into you. I was actually going to look for you. Say how is your love live? Any steady girlfriend?"

"I was getting embarrassed but I was also hard again. Not sure that my dick and balls needed all the drying that they got from Gabby."

"Come on tell me. This is Gabby your friend for most of your life and I know all your secrets, at least till I left for college."

"Well, no steady girlfriend at this time. The one I spent most of my time with during the last year in school and went to the prom with, is now in Europe with her parents and when they come back, she'll go straight to Yale. Seems some relatives live up there. So no, no one special at this time. I'm leaving for school myself the end of August so I have no intention to get serious with any one at this time."

"Peter, this is perfect, just what I was hoping. I've got a boyfriend back at school but he is working for his dad and can't go anyplace. You can be my lover for the next couple of weeks 'till my parents get back. We'll have to see what we do after that."

"Isn't what you are going to do cheating?" I was still dubious about all of this. Don't get me wrong, I was totally turned on but just didn't know why.

"Not when he knows about it." I was stunned, why would that dude put up with that?

"You mean you really told him?"

"Yes, sure did, told him since he was not around to take care of my needs that I would find someone who could. Told him that I loved him but this is the way it had to be. Even told him, not in any details about you. That you were a friend going back to grammar school and that you would be the most likely candidate."

I was totally floored, so this is how I was introduced to cuckolding, not that I knew at the time what that was or even the idea of it.

"Peter, just think how good it will be for you. I'm going to teach you every way you can please me. I'm going to make you the best lover ever. Many of the things I'll teach you will work on other girls too. If not, you'll know how to find out what sets them off. You'll be the most popular guy at your college. Trust me, I know. A guy your age who knows how to please a woman is going to be in great demand. Most guys have no clue."

"Peter, it will be no different than when we were little kids. You followed our lead all the time. Most of the time, we played what me and Karin wanted to play. Sure once in a while we let you choose but if you think back, it was really always us. Not much different know, except we will be playing adult games. Hmm, could be fun to have you tied up naked and tickle you."

I must have looked scared because she started laughing. "Relax Peter, trust me, it will be fun. I promise. But enough talking, time for some action." With that she led me out onto a completely private patio with a double lawn lounge. Gabby laid down in the middle of it, spread her legs and pointed at a point just above her knee on the inside of her thigh.

"I want you to start by kissing me right here and then slowly work your way up to my pussy. I'll tell you more when you get there."

I thought I would be turned off by this clinical approach but looking at that beautiful and hot girl, her shaved pussy and those great big breast just got me harder than I've ever been. Now I know that her no nonsense ways of telling me what to do must have actually added to my sexual excitement. I just didn't know about it at that time.

Anyway, I went every day for the next two weeks to my 'sex ed' class with Gabby. After a week of this I asked her for a blow job. She laughed at me and I was a bit hurt by that.

"Peter, this is all about me and my pleasures but you are right. I guess at one point I should let you 'win' like we did as kids. I promise you the best blow job ever as a "graduation present". That will be the night when you come up with another way of making me cum. Something I haven't taught you."

She clearly got her way and in the process planted certain ideas into my subconscious that a lady's pleasure always came first in addition to those my Mom had taught me about respecting and honoring all ladies.

Of course I fell in love with Gabby and was heartbroken when she told me it was time to end our games because her boyfriend was coming to visit.

It really was a great summer. I got to live out my early puberty fantasies of Gabby sitting on my face naked and I did find a way to make her cum, that she had not thought of. So true to her word on our last night together she gave me that blowjob but only after she tied me to that bed and tortured me for several hours. Not by tickling but driving me insane with her sexual teasing and edging me I don't know how many times. I actually passed out for second or two, that how intense the orgasm from her blow job was.

"Peter, why don't we take a short break. Would you like some coffee or water, maybe make a stop at the rest room?"

"Thank you, I was just about to ask about that. Coffee would be good and yes the rest room would come in handy."

"OK, go outside and tell Jamey how you like your coffee and tell him I want one too. He'll show you the rest room."

When I got back I had a black coffee waiting for me and the good Doc was sipping on one of those foamy coffee concoctions.

"Shall we continue? We can get back you your early years at another time. Tell me about your relationship with your wife and why that ended in divorce."

So I gave her the run down on my life with M. How we evolved into a FemDomme relationship and why we came to break up. I emphasized the loss of trust when she ignored the safe word and when I found out about her apparent plans for my confinement after the contractor revealed to me what he was supposed to build in the basement of the lake house.

"OK now I would like to hear what you feel would be the ideal relationship for you."

I gave it some thought by reflection on what I had liked about my marriage to M and what not before I got started.

"To start with any relationship has to have a solid foundation based on love, respect and trust. I am not looking for a 24/7 D/s relationship. That just doesn't work. If I reflect back to my marriage over the years, once we found our way into the D/s relationship, I'm guessing that our lives were maybe 85 percent vanilla and 15 percent D/s. We had code words when one of us felt the need for some 'play'. M would address me as 'slave' and I would approach her with 'Mistress... '. Now she had the choice to accept or reject my approach as subbie. I think the only times she rejected my approach completely was when she was under the weather. Well there may have been a couple of other times but most of the time she would start the 'game' either still the same day, maybe when it was time to go to bed or the next day."

"I need a true partner with whom I can share the joys, trials and tribulations life throws at us. Some one that I can count to support me. At the same time want to be able to bounce ideas off her regarding my business, investments and all that stuff. Someone who is loyal..."

"Peter, let interrupt here. You say loyal. Does that mean that you would not tolerate some form of cuckolding because of your bad experience with your wife? Are you looking for a person that is totally faithful to you?"

"Hmm, I think by loyal I mean a person who will put my wellbeing first over others. Who will watch out for me, help me not make mistakes in both the vanilla and fetish world. As to the question of fidelity, let's assume that I have a permanent relationship with Red, something that I really would like to happen. I can accept Red cuckolding me with another Lady. It is clear that she is bi after having spent all these years in a lesbian relationship. However, I will need lots of reassurances that I'm the one that she is in love with. I'm not sure if I want to watch her with another Lady. But on the other hand, I would accept being forced to watch once in a while as part of the 'game' – just not as a routine. I did tell Red at one point that I was OK with her having an occasional same sex lover. Actually at the time I was envisioning living with both Red and Michelle."

"I draw the line and have real problems if she ever decided to take a male lover and I also made that clear to her. I know, it might not make a lot of sense being OK with a female lover but balking at a male one. To my thinking that is something very special. I was the first male to make love to her after the rape. It's almost like taking her virginity. I treasure that and would really hate to have this special thing cheapened by her having sex with another man. It would break my heart and probably end the relationship."

"Strange as it may sound, it does make sense to me. Why don't we skip to another subject. To what happened that Sunday morning after your ordeal. I've gotten at least part of Red's side of it and an idea of yours from a conversation I had with Roz but I really would like to hear from you."

I took a deep breath, "I was upset about the CB after we made love Saturday night and the casual comment about getting released at one time or another. I didn't sign up for semi-permanent chastity. But I was really hurt by the way Red tried to treat me that Sunday morning. Here I had gone through a week of hell as she got herself 'ramped up' to do this. That Friday night I suffered some serious pain and degradation for her sake and then that bitchy treatment on Sunday morning. It made the night before feel almost like it had been a chore for her – a kind of mercy fuck. Something one gives a good servant, a reward of sorts for letting her and her friends rape me."

"There was no feeling of love the way she ordered me around and then tried to humiliate me by not wanting to sit with me and making me stand by her refilling the coffee when needed while my breakfast got cold."

"To me this was totally out of character and so very different from the time I went through the first ordeal a month or so ago when she really tortured and whipped me. She was sweetest and most caring person you could ever wish for, not only right after she was done with me but the next few days. I felt loved and safe."

"Not the case that Sunday morning. That is why I walked out. The safe word would not have had the same impact on her. Actually I'm not sure if she is really hearing me now. I'm not sure that she really gets it. That's what scares me. Take last night as an example."

"We had agreed that we would start over after that fateful Sunday. To just date as a vanilla couple – no FemDomme games. When I agreed to come down here with her for the holidays I was ready to accept a certain amount of Domination from her in the family setting. I was OK with that and last night after dinner all the ladies did their little thing with us. It actually was fun. It was light hearted and I had a good time. However, I fully expected for the 'game' to end in the privacy of our room. The guys had been restricted to a small cognac after dinner but I also knew that there was a bottle and glasses in our room. So when we got up there I expected several things to happen."

"One, I wanted to get rid of the slave collar, maybe even the CB – the game was over and I wanted a real drink. So I grabbed the bottle and glasses and offered Red a drink which she declined and poured myself one. Well 'Her Royal Highness' got upset that her slave would dare this and the temperature in the room went from a comfy 72 degrees to minus something or other. So I had my drink and got ready for bed. Red was sleeping or pretending to, facing away from my side of the bed. I gave a light kiss on the cheek, told her I loved her and went to sleep. Eventually I woke up from her crying on my shoulder, telling me that she knew she had screwed up again."

"I don't know how long I'm going to put up with this. We need to work out some clear rules. Play is play when appropriate but the rest has to be love and respect. If Red can't separate those things, I see no future for us."

I was exhausted after that.

"Peter, I think we better take a break. Go and have lunch. I have Red scheduled for 1:30 PM. Why don't you come back around four o'clock this afternoon. Even better wait for her call. It's only fifteen minutes from her place and ten from the inn. I would like to talk to the two of you together. Use the time to figure out what you want to say to Red, tell her what you need and want from a relationship with her and we'll see how it goes."

"I have appointments scheduled for tomorrow but I've kept Wednesday open for the two of you if we all feel that we need that additional time. By the way there are no charges for you or Red. This is a special project for me. I might even turn it into a paper or book. Don't worry, I'll make sure that no one will ever be able to figure out who the two of you are. Now go, I have some needs that only Jamey can take care off. I'll see you this afternoon."

I was dismissed and headed over to Red's parents house. Maybe I'd get a chance to talk to Marion while Red was in session.

When I got to Red's parents place they were just about ready for lunch. I got a nice hug and kiss from Marion but the reception from Red was only lukewarm. What is going on here? I am totally confused and scared. I mean in the middle of the night she wakes me crying and telling me how sorry she is and then this.

"Peter what would you like to drink?"

"Dan, I could really use a good stiff shot of that nice vodka that you keep in the freezer. It's been a rough morning."

"Coming right up and how about a beer as chaser? I'll have a beer with lunch. Have to go back to the office"

"Dan you've read my mind. Yes please."

I had noticed some very fleeting and wordless communication going on between Marion and Dan. I'm sure that they had settled the question of Dan having a drink that way. Very slick but then they had been married for almost forty years and from what I remember Marion telling me, all of it in some form of D/s relationship.

Lunch was very pleasant and Red seemed to warm up a bit. Dan told us that we had a 9:30 tee time and I agreed to pick him up just like the last time since our clubs were in my vehicle.

When it became time for Red to leave for her appointment I asked, "Do you want me to walk with you?"

"No, I'll go alone. I'll call you if and when Doc wants to see you later on."

"Peter, why don't we have another cup of coffee while these two run off and then you can help me with the clean-up from lunch. Gives us a chance to chat for a while."

I was really glad about this development. Not sure if Marion and Red had this worked out beforehand or if it just happened by chance.

When they were gone and we settled with our coffee...

"Peter, what is going on between you and Red. This does not look very good to me. Are you really OK?"

So I gave Marion the short version of what happened after my ordeal and how Red was running 'hot and cold'. Not getting the idea that I really just wanted to build a solid vanilla foundation for our relationship. That we needed time to build up trust between the two of us. Not that I didn't trust Red to honor my safe word. More like getting her to let loose and trust Me that I would never take advantage of her and that she was totally in charge of our sex life, but in turn I expected a reasonable time out of that damned CB. With M it never been more than two weeks, I think once she pushed close to three but that was it. That the D/s games would just happen on their own as we got more and more comfortable with each other.

"Marion, I hope this is not too personal but I was hoping that I could get some insight into your life with Dan. The part that Red could have observed. I'm trying to figure out where these ideas of hers come from."

"Peter, Red was aware of a special relationship between me and Dan probably from the time she was thirteen or fourteen. It was around that time that she came to me one afternoon somewhat embarrassed but after some hesitation she finally came out with her question. 'Mom, did you spank Daddy last night?'"

"I was flabbergasted and somewhat embarrassed myself. What gives you that idea baby? 'The noises coming from your room were different at first. I know what it sounds like when you guys have sex. Last night was different. I was studying for a test and had forgotten to take some notes up to my room so I went to get them and as I walked past your room it sure sounded like someone was getting a good spanking. I stayed and listened for a bit. I wanted to know who was on the receiving end. It became clear that it was Daddy because of the noises he made. You really laid into him didn't you Mom? What did he do to piss you off?'"

"Baby he did not do anything to really piss me off as you eloquently put it. It's a game we play from time to time. I don't have a need to punish him because he does something wrong, at least not any more. Daddy and I have a very special relationship. I really, really love him and would never do anything to hurt him beyond what we agreed is acceptable."

"I don't want you to think of Daddy as a wimp because he lets me spank him. He is more of a man than any of your friend's fathers. You need to continue to respect him. Promise me that you will. Please. Well Red did and I really did not see any change in attitude towards Dan. Now that she knew I made time to gradually explain to her how we evolved into the couple we are. How much love there is between us. By the time she went off to college she had full understanding of what a female lead relationship could be like, or better should be like. So I'm just as puzzled by her behavior as you. I hope that Doc Wetzel can straighten her out or at least get her on the right track. Just like you I'm right now a bit afraid of what is going on in her head."

"Thanks Marion for being so open with me. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that this trip will get us on the right track. But now I better go to the inn and check my e-mails plus that way I'm a bit closer to Doc's office."

"Peter, dinner tonight is here. Feel free to come back any time. You guys can let us know if you're running late at Doc Wetzel."