Chapter 4

We drove home in silence and as we entered the house I was following Monique to our bedroom when she virtually slammed the door into my face

"Find another place to sleep. Breakfast in bed around ten" came from behind the closed door.

None of the beds in the guest rooms had any mattresses and stuff, I hadn't seen the need for it until now. So I grabbed a blanket and pillow from a closet and settled down on the couch spending a fairly restless night with all sorts of confused thoughts running through my head.

On one end my subbie side was in sync with had happened but I really had hoped for more of a normal loving Wife/hubby time after our problems last week. I mean playing at Coopers was fun and I had no problem with that, but the cold shoulder after what happened on the boat. I just don't know. Add to that Alice's comments when we were leaving. This was all uncharted territory for me.

I gave up trying to sleep around 5:30 or so and went outside with my blanket to watch the sun rise to another beautiful late summer morning.

I must have fallen asleep. A sudden pain in my face followed by the realization that I just had been slapped pretty hard.

"Where is my breakfast slave?"

Now I was awake and on my knees kissing Monique's feet.

"Sorry Goddess, I must..."

"Shut up and get busy, knock before coming into my room to serve Me"

With that she turned and headed back to the house. "Shit" now I'm in real trouble. Oh well not much I can do and headed to the kitchen to make breakfast for my Queen.

I knocked as instructed

"Come in, bring me the tray on your keens"

As I entered I saw Monique sitting on the bed, her feet on the floor.

"Kneel right here in front of me and hold the tray while I eat."

She crossed her legs and started swinging her foot hitting my balls with ever so slightly increasing intensity while she was taking her time eating. This was quite a torture, not only my balls but by now also my back and arms started to hurt. The tray was not that heavy but try holding it for 30 minutes or so straight out while on your knees.

Finally she was done.

"Put the tray over there and get busy, you with you know what"

After her fourth orgasm, she pushed me away

"When do you have to get ready for your race?"

"Jack will get here around 1:30"

"OK, I want lunch at 12:30 sharp and now get out of here, don't forget the dirty dishes."

Still puzzled about her behavior I left, glad to be able to get off my knees and by now my ball were a bit sore from the steady pounding while Monique ate her breakfast. The kicks were not really severe but when you get one after the other for oh maybe half an hour or so, your balls will be sore.

I went and got the boat ready for the race, really not too much to do since I had left the sails on from yesterday, just secured them to the boom and put the cover over the whole thing.

I decided that I was better off staying out of Monique's way until it was time to fix lunch. When I came into the house Monique just came out of the bed room wearing a truly spectacular bathing suit that left very little for the imagination and I figured that if a cool breeze would hit her nipples, they just might pop right through the thin fabric.

"I'm going for a swim, call me when lunch is ready" blowing me a kiss as she walked out.

I fixed us a couple Caesar salads and fresh lemonade, set it all up on the deck and then went down to the dock to tell Monique that lunch was ready.

She came out of the water like an incredibly beautiful Mermaid, ran up to me and gave me a hug rubbing here wet body all over me. I was instantly hard but also pretty wet. She laughed heading for the food

"Later boy, later boy, maybe if you win the race"

No further incidents during lunch, just some general conversation. When Jack showed up I had to grin as an almost instant "appreciation" for Monique's looks showed in his loose bathing suit. It took a bit before he was able to concentrate on his chores getting ready for the race as he kept looking up the hill.

By the time we were ready to shove off, Monique had gone inside the house. I was disappointed, I had hoped that She would come down and wish us luck. Oh well.

We had a great start and things were going good when it suddenly got dark, the wind picked up and there was rumbling coming from the other side of the hill. The race committee sounded the horn, letting everyone know that the race had been abandoned and it was time to seek shelter. The last thing you want to do is getting caught out on the lake in a sail boat during a thunder storm.

The normal thing is to head for the closest shore and shelter and as we were at the other end of the lake we pulled into a dock there and people owning the place invited us to wait the storm out on their covered patio. I had never met them before, but obviously they understood our situation.

Turns out that they had an arrangement with owners where they would use the lake house for two weeks and in return let them have their condo in Aspen for two weeks in the winter. Sure sounded like a good arrangement.

Anyway the storm finally moved out after a couple of hours and Jack helped me bail the boat before walking home since he only lived a couple of blocks away on the other side of the road. His parents did not have lake front property.

I sailed back and put the boat away before heading up to the house. By now it was almost 5: 30 and Monique was pissed because she didn't know where I had been.

"Darling, thunder storms on the lake are very dangerous and everyone just heads for the nearest shore and shelter until it's all over. Really nothing to worry about. We are just being careful."

"Oh, OK, I guess I'll now know for next time. How about some dinner?"

"Sure babe, hamburgers OK? Usually on Sunday I try to keep it simple".

"That's fine, get me a glass of red please"

That sounded good to me too and I got two glasses out.

"Are we having company that you did not tell me about?

I looked at her totally puzzled

"The second glass, slaves don't drink wine. You may have some water"

Damn, here she was getting into the Domme thing again. This is all new. In the past most of the time, there was some form of prior agreement that "play" would be eminent, some form of warning. This constant back and forth left me unsettled and confused. I did not know what to make out this change in behavior.

Still puzzled I went about preparing dinner and not taking chances I set only one place at the dining room table. It had started to rain again and it was too damp and cool to eat outside. Cooking in the rain was not a problem since the grill was under an overhang from the house.

I was fully prepared to eat in the kitchen.

"Bring your plate and sit with me. I want to talk to you"

So I did and as we were eating...

"Here is what I want for tonight. After you've cleaned up we can sit and watch 60 minutes or "dateline", your choice. After that I want you to take a shower and shave, you know shave ever thing. I borrowed some restraints from Alice and I want you to secure yourself to the bed. Call me when you are ready"

"Goddess, your slave is ready to please you"

I got no reaction, so I just laid there, not that I could do anything after securing myself to the bed in four points.

Eventually Monique strutted, yes I think that is the right word for it, strutted like a super model on the runway in a slinky not quite form fitting or see-through gown. I mean you could see every curve of her delightful body but at the same time there was still a bit of mystique as to what was under that filmy material.

"Goddess..."

"Quiet boy, I'll let you know when it's time for you talk. Got it?"

I just nodded.

Monique sat on the bed and began to lightly stroke my dick and in mere seconds it was rock hard.

"Good, keep it that way" and proceeded to place several rubber bands around it by the "root" and some more around my balls clearly designed to keep me from ejaculating.

"I hate not having proper toys, make sure that we have duplicate set of all the portable stuff for next weekend.

This she followed up with a different set of nipple clamps on my still quite sore nipples. These were connected with a chain and if you pulled, they got tighter and tighter.

"Well I think you are now ready darling. Remember, you said that things other than cuckolding you in our homes was negotiable. Well I'm now ready to negotiate"

Smiling, she started tugging on the chain with one hand and dripping lube with other on my dick before starting to stroke it, never creating enough friction to get me really "revved" up but driving me out of my mind with desire.

"So baby, we need to talk about the cuckolding." - Another agonizing tuck on the chain and equally torturous strokes on my dick – "I want to be free to cuckold when and where – I know not at home or here – You will know about it sometimes before but always after because you will clean up the "cream pies" your loving wife is bringing you"

A vicious and much harder tuck on the chain – "you may answer Yes

Goddess"

Another tuck as I hesitated to answer

"ahhgh, yes Goddess"

"Good boy" loosening the claps a tad and stroking my dick to almost the edge.

"Next item" letting go of my dick and tightening the damn clamps again – "there will be times when I want you to watch ME getting fucked by a real man, not a small dicked wimp like you".

"I rather n..." "Ahhhhg"

"Not up to discussion – like before all that is required is Yes Goddess"

"But first listen to how it will play out. The first time you will be naked, tied to a chair in the room where My lover will fuck My brains out. My soggy panties, soggy from all that anticipation of your humiliation will be stuffed into your mouth just to make sure you don't start ranting and raving.

This could be at this home, or a hotel room. We'll see. If it is going to take place at My lover's home, you will first prepare and serve us a meal. Could be lunch, could be dinner. Don't know at this point."

"This is the right place where you to say..."

I got the idea as the clamps tightened with a steady pace

"Yes Goddess"

"Hmm good boy, see this is easy." Again releasing some of the tension and stroking my dick.

I was so horny and turned on both from the domination as well as the sexual teasing. I was going crazy. I think I would agree to almost everything. Alice must have known, that's why the warning to be careful. I had to be on my guard so that I would not get trapped into something that was part of my limits.

A tuck on my nipples refocused my attention. This was followed with her fabric covered breasts lightly brushing my face, back and forth, back and forth. Monique pulled away a bit and looked down with a big smile on her face as I tried to follow those delectable breasts but couldn't because of the restraints.

"Down boy" " Maybe later"

Monique brought up a couple of minor issues, again accompanied by pain and pleasure and I really had no problems with agreeing to them.

There was lots of sexual teasing and denial and then the proverbial stuff hit the fan. I little while ago Monique had removed the rubber bands and the clamps, even kissed my very sore nipples quite lovingly. I was a bit tense, never sure if in the next second she would bite down on them. Anyway my dick was ready to explode from all the teasing and I think getting touched by a feather would have made me cum. I had my eyes closed and did not see it coming.

"Ahhhg" I almost screamed in pain as the ice hit my balls and dick and before I completely realized what was happening, I was locked up in that damn CB again. Horny and frustrated but unable to do anything about it.

"There baby, that is much better, don't you think? The CB will stay on until after you've watched me getting fucked by My lover. Maybe tomorrow, maybe three months from now..."

I ignored her as there really was nothing to say.

She released me from my bonds "go take a shower – not here" as I was headed... "Use one of the other bathrooms, then come back here."

When I got back, Monique now naked just pointed at her pussy and I went to work. As she was almost drifting off to sleep after a number of very satisfactory orgasms judging from the noise she made, she murmured.

"Come up here and snuggle with me, tell me that you love me"

That of course I did, pulling the cover over us settling my locked up dick in her ass crack and gently stroking her breast and rock hard nipple. A sigh of contentment came out of her mouth as she drifted off to sleep while I had another mostly sleepless night after all that sexual teasing without any release and having my locked up dick...

I'm not sure how much good I was going to be able to do in the office in the morning.

Breakfast was quick and the drive into the city mostly silent and a bit tense.

As we neared our home, Monique turned to me...

"So do I see you home tonight?"

"Not unless you manage to replace that bloody couch. I'll stay again at the suite."

"I knew there was something else that should have negotiated with you last night. Well in that case I might just as well get myself a date for tonight."

"Your choice Monique, just remember NOT in our home or..."

Yeah, yeah, I'll remember..."

and mumbling something else that I didn't catch as she stormed up the walk to the house leaving me to drag her two suitcases into the house.

Carmen looked at me puzzled as the door to our bedroom slammed shut. I just shrugged my shoulder and left for the office.

There was a bunch of stuff waiting for me and I was quite busy. I really had no time to think about yesterday and this morning. Then the phone rang, my private line that bypasses my PA. It was Greg.

"Hey buddy, how was your weekend?"

"Greg, can I call you back. I'm in the middle of something, or maybe even better can we meet at the Downtown Athletic Club for lunch, say around one?"

"Sure, you got it as long as you're buying. I'll book one of those little alcoves, lots of privacy for us. I have got something that I need to talk to you about concerning..."

"Monique?"

"you got it. I'm a bit in a quandary..."

"Don't worry, we'll sort it out over lunch, see you at one."

Well, she sure didn't waste any time, did she? Nothing I can do, I'll see what Greg has to say and go from there. Now where was I with this?

When I got to the club, Greg was already seated. I ordered a Yuengling and the waiter told us about the really nice rare roast beef. So we both got an open roast beef sandwich with lots of fresh horse reddish on the side.

I looked at Greg who looked a bit uncomfortable.

"So I'm guessing Monique called you and wants you to...

Greg held his hand up.

"Let me tell you first that I told her that I would talk to you about her idea and if you were not cool with it, that would be the end of my seeing her. Boy did she throw a hissy fit. I've never knew she that an "extensive vocabulary"."

I just sat and grinned

"Anyway, I gather you've got a pretty good idea of what she wants. So I told her that if you were OK with it, I would be OK with you watching us, even letting her tie you to the chair. But that I would not tolerate any physical action, like slapping or whatever you guys do when you play. Not in my house. Having you cook and serve our dinner was also a No-GO for me. I'm not going to humiliate my friend beyond what has already happened."

"So when does she want to do this?"

"She was talking about either tomorrow or Wednesday."

"Either is OK with me. You decide with Her. Maybe suggest that the three of us go out dinner before going to your place. I appreciate your sentiments about the whole thing. Getting tied up and watching her is something that I did agree to. So if I have to do it I rather do it with you than some other guy whom I don't know and will do who knows what."

I'll be OK with serving you guys some drinks after we get to your place. I know where the stuff is and that way, maybe she'll get it out of her system and be done with it. I know it may be hard for you to understand but I can live with the cuckolding. It's strange in one way I'm really pissed and jealous but on the other hand there is a certain thrill for me that she has the power to make me accept it. I don't know, having it finally out in the open may be good for us in the long run. We'll just have to see".

"Now what are we going to do about "hairy ass harry?"

"I've got a couple of ideas"

So we sat for another hour working out a strategy to punish that bastard but good. We figured that within six months he would be financially ruined and leave town with his tail tucked into his ass. There also could be couple of other husbands gunning for him by the time we were done with him.

I was in a pretty upbeat mood when I got to the office and stayed late, catching up on things before going across the street for dinner and eventually some much needed sleep. I didn't even make it to the eleven o'clock news.

It must have been a little after midnight when my phone rang. It was Monique.

"Wake up buster, I've got a job for you, unlock the door to the suite and wait next to it on your knees. Oh and better be naked".

Wonder what this is all about. Looks like I'm going to lose some more sleep.

I had just settled down on to my knees when the door burst open, Monique stormed in and gave it a kick with her heel to close it. Next thing I knew was that I was flat on my back, good thing there was carpet and padding there, and Monique's pussy and ass descending onto my face.

"Eat you miserable bastard, eat My Lover's cum" was the last thing I heard before passing out from lack of oxygen.

I must have scared Monique, because when I came too, she was all lovey dovey and concerned.

"Sorry baby, I got carried away. I was so angry with you and Greg for ruining My fun".

"Look Monique, I had nothing to do with Greg's decisions. He made them when he talked to you. I had no idea you two talked until I met him for lunch today. So did you fix a date?"

"Yes for Wednesday and since you won't be my cook and servant, you'll be my chauffeur. You will take me to the restaurant where I'll meet Greg. I suggest you get yourself a sandwich because, while Greg and I are eating you will stay with the car. When we are done, you'll follow us to Greg's place.

I don't know when I'll dismiss you during the evening but I expect you to come and pick me up by the time Greg goes to work. I'll leave my car here. So once we get back here and you've cleaned up My morning "cream pie" you can go to work and I'll get myself home." Now enough talking get back down on your back. You are not done serving me, but I'll try not to kill you this time."

When Monique finally was satisfied, she headed for the bedroom, grabbed a blanket, threw at me and slammed the door. I guess I was right, another night with very unsatisfactory sleep. I don't know how long I can keep this up. I sure hope that I get good night's rest tomorrow because Wednesday sure doesn't look like it.

To my surprise, I actually slept pretty well on that couch so I was in pretty good shape when I got to the office. The day was filled with routine until maybe around four when I got an e-mail from Monique

"Dearest Peter,

Attached are the pictures of a new couch, love seat and chair that I just bought. They will be delivered next Monday. May I come and see you tonight, hopefully have dinner with you.

Love Monique"

WOW, that was a surprise, wonder what is up. So I sent her a text

"Luv to see u office 6PM

Love P"

Could be an interesting evening. Unfortunately as I was thinking about Monique, my dick reminded me of his imprisonment. Oh well.

Monique showed up at the office in a stunning new sea green dress, nice cleavage but not slutty wearing matching shoes but no stockings on what I assume were her freshly waxed nicely tanned legs. Damn that lady is hot and my dick was trying a "jail break" without much success.

We had a very nice meal in an upscale restaurant a block from the office and my temporary digs talking about all and everything except what happened and what was in store for us tomorrow.

"Babe, I talked to the contractor up at the lake and he can meet me Friday around lunch time up there. Alice and Clarence are going up early in the morning. I'm going to hitch a ride with them. That way we won't be there with two cars. OK with you?"

"Sure, darling. Just make sure that everything you want is written down and get his price in writing. I'll look it over Friday night when I get there. I have a late meeting, so I don't think I'll be there for dinner. More like around nine, maybe even a bit later. I'll try to skip the dinner with the customer and let Rod and Sue handle that part. I'm giving them more responsibilities, a little bit at a time to not overwhelm them. Maybe start a bit of a competition between them."

As we were walking back towards the office and parking garage

"Peter, can I come upstairs with you?"

What is going on, another first. This is something, she's never asked before. Is it some form of guilt or does she have an ulterior motive?

"Babe, you never have to ask, of course you can. Do you want to stay the night?"

"Yes please"

As we rode up the elevator Monique grabbed and kissed me like I don't know, like if it was going to be the last kiss ever. If I still had my tonsils, they would have been in serious danger.

She still clung to me as we made it out of the elevator and to the door of the suite. Once inside she practically ripped my clothes off while trying to suck my tongue out of my mouth. Any time we had to catch breath she murmured

"I love you and I'm sorry I was mean to you yesterday"

Soon both of us were wrestling on the bed and suddenly I found myself under her in the 69 position. She even took my CB covered dick into her mouth and started sucking on it. Talking about torture. Then she lifted herself up and looked at me between her magnificent breast with a bit of an impish smile

"I thought this might happen, so I left the key to the CB home so I wouldn't be tempted. Remember I said that it would stay on until you've watched me getting fucked by one of my lovers"

Maybe you should arrange to go to the office late on Thursday. If you are a good boy and cuckold on Wednesday night I might have the key with me when you come and get me in the morning from Greg's place."

With that, she lowered her pussy back on my face and continued teasing my poor imprisoned dick.

When she was finally totally satisfied and exhausted from all the orgasms I had given here, she turned, straddled my chest

"I love you Peter." Then started humming "Peter, Peter had a wife and couldn't keep her..."

"Sorry babe, just could not resist that one since you will be officially my cuckboy come tomorrow night"

With that she bent down to kiss me. I'll be damned if that kiss didn't have just a bit of cum flavor. She must have been able to suck some pre-cum right out of locked up dick. Maybe we need to talk to that Dyson vacuum guy. There may be something even better than his system.

Most of the night, I slept like a baby except that at one point we both woke up from lightning flashes and thunder. I also realized that some heavy rain was pounding the windows. Well looks like our golf game went down the crapper. With that thought I snuggled back up against Monique and went back to sleep.

Usually I wake up a few minutes before the alarm goes off, but not this morning. We both were kind of startled when my phone started to play "Oh when the saints..."

I turned it off and called Greg

"Hey good buddy, did you hear that rain last night? How about we skip golf this morning. I don't think they'll let us on the course before 10 or so."

"Fine with me, see you tonight."

I sensed a certain amount of relief in Greg's voice that he did not have to face me this morning. I'm not convinced that he's 100 percent comfortable with what is going to happen tonight.

After that, I took a quick shower, got dressed and went over to the bed where Monique had gone back to sleep. I bent over to kiss her good bye and she mumbled

"Have a nice day, I'll be over to the office around 5:30"

I decided to treat myself to a nice breakfast in the hotel restaurant as I was not sure how much of an appetite I would have later on as the "X hour" got closer. I was really conflicted. I loved our Domme/sub games. They really turned me on and Monique had gotten really good at them. But having to watch her with another man, that troubled me. I was wondering if I could really do it. Was there more to it than just doing it in our home when I caught her with "hairy ass harry"? Usually I got at least semi hard when I thought of Monique as a Domme but that was not happening. It had me worried.

I skipped lunch and just had yogurt from my office fridge and by around four I was pretty useless.

I got up from my desk

"Cindy, I'm going for a walk, I'll be back in half an hour to 45 minutes. Need to clear my head."

"Are you OK boss?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine. I've missed my running these last few mornings. Just need some air"

With that I took my tie off and went out for a brisk walk. It was hot, after all it was the end of August and I decided to keep it to 30 minutes to give me time for a quick shower and change of shirt before going back to the office to wait for Monique.

When I got back, I felt a bit calmer but still was concerned about how I would take to the evening's proceedings.

It was 5:30, most of the staff had left and Cindy was just packing up when Monique showed up un a very sexy "little black dress" and I do mean little, just a hair away from "slutty".

"Hi babe" as we walked towards each other. Before I could give her a hug, she quickly gave me a peck on the cheek, gave my balls a quick squeeze

"be brave"

That was a sort of ritual to signal the start of our Domme/sub games but something was missing.

But before I could figure it out, she was on her way out

I'll be in my office. I'll call you when I'm ready to go"

I had no chance to answer because she was gone. Cindy had witnessed this and looked a bit puzzled. I just shrugged my shoulders and wished her a good night.

Then it hit me, she didn't say "I love you" which was part of that ritual.

The clock on my desk showed 6:45 when my phone rang.

"petey bring MY car around to the front, I'll be down shortly"

Click and she was gone. So I grabbed my jacked, headed downstairs and got the car from the garage and pulled up in front of the building. As I got out to walk around to open the door for Monique I saw her heading towards the door, stopping just inside the one next to the revolving door. At first I was a bit puzzled and then it dawned on me. She wants me to hold the building door open for her.

So I went over, pulled it open and bowed just a tiny bit

"Good evening Mrs. S"

That got a fleeting smile as she headed for the car, making it clear that she was heading for the rear seat. Oh yes, I was her chauffeur and nothing else at that moment.

I played my part

"Where to Mrs. S?

"Le Chateau, petey" "Yes Ma'am"

As we pulled up to the front of the restaurant, Greg walked up and opened the door for Monique.

"Wait here petey" which caused Greg to give her and me a puzzled look but he was stopped from saying anything as Monique embraced him and tried very hard to suck his tongue out of his mouth before saying

"Let's go lover, I'm starving"

Greg tried to look back to see if I was coming but Monique just dragged him toward the door of the restaurant. Obviously she had not told him that I was excluded from the dinner. She must have said something to him because after another glance back he followed her.

I pulled up a to not block the entrance and waited for about 10 minutes before heading down a couple of blocks to a "Mom and Pop" diner that in my opinion had the best corned beef sandwich outside of NYC. I think the secrete was their homemade grainy mustard.

I forced myself to eat half of the giant sandwich. Under normal circumstances I had no trouble eating the whole thing but today was most certainly not a normal day.

When I got back to the restaurant, I got lucky and found a parking spot very close from where I could watch the door.

When they came out, Greg handed his parking ticket to the valet and Monique kept hugging and kissing Greg, drawing some curious glances from patrons entering the restaurant.

Finally their car came and I followed them to Greg's townhouse. I couldn't be sure but I thought I saw Monique bending down over Greg's lap. That couldn't be very comfortable for her. I figured that had to be a conflict between her boobs and the center console of Greg's Mercedes. These are the days when you miss the good old fashioned bench seats cars used to have.

As we got close, I pulled in front of them so that I got there first and was ready to open the car door for Monique.

Greg started to say something, but Monique cut him off.

I'll deal with the hired help darling, don't concern yourself. Your job is to make love to me until I beg for mercy".

I followed them into the house and as they settled down on the couch Monique ordered:

"Two cognacs petey"

"Yes Ma'am coming right up"

"Fix yourself one too buddy"

"No, thank you sir" that got me a quick smile and Greg a pretty sharp poke in the ribs.

"Don't spoil the help darling, they are "uppity' enough as it is."

During all this, I had lit a candle and started to warm up two snifters for them. I looked around the bar area and found a serving tray, put the snifters on it and poured the cognac.

I hadn't paid much attention but as I walked up to serve them, Monique had Greg's pants open and was fondling his cock. Of course I had seen it before but never hard. It is not that much longer than mine but probably three times the circumference because Monique had trouble closing her hand completely around it.

I placed their drinks on the coffee table in front of them.

"Is there anything else Ma'am?

"Yes, take one of the chairs with armrests from the dining room and take it to the bedroom. Find a corner to put it facing the bed, strip and wait for us. You may sit, as this may take a while before we get there".

I did as I was told and sat waiting for them. As I sat there I could not help hearing Monique having at least two orgasms. I was bothered a bit, but since I could not see what was going on in the living room, I was sort of OK.

I don't really know how long I sat there when the two of them walked in stark naked with Monique leading Greg by his hard cock. I quick glance showed me that he was not really into it. I sensed trouble but there was nothing that I could do at this point.

Greg baby, do you have some old ties? I need to secure "it".

Walking up to me, she gave my nipples a vicious twist but I managed to stifle my gasp since I saw it coming. That made her smile and mouth "good boy", followed by another even harder pinch and twist.

By that time, Greg handed here several ties and before I knew it, I was firmly tied to the chair with no chance to escape. Monique was an expert in the bondage department.

"Darling, would you please fetch my panties from the living room, I need to keep "it" quiet."

Greg handed her the panties and Monique rubbed them vigorously against her pussy that I'm sure was just dripping from her arousal and excitement.

"Open wide" but I was not quick enough for her and she pinched my nose shut shoving the sopping wet panties into my mouth as I opened it.

I looked at Greg, and interesting, he seemed to have lost most of his erection while all this was going on.

Monique noticed it too and went to work, kneeling in front of him and taking his fat cock into her mouth sucking it and then taking it out and licking it.

She went through several cycles but while it had gotten a little firmer it certainly was not anywhere near as hard as she wanted it.

"Hey baby what's the matter. Don't worry about "it". Just pretend there is an empty chair in the corner. I need your big hard cock."

With that she went back to work. Greg had closed his eyes and maybe it was working since I heard him groan and he must have cum because Monique got up walked towards me grabbing my hair forced my head back and spit the cum in her mouth into my face, some of it hitting my eyes.

"You upset My lover, I'm going to have to do something."

With that she opened the closet, grabbed a pillow case and pulled it over my head.

"Here darling, is that better, now "it" can't watch us."

The pillow case happened to be black satin and it was true there was nothing that I could see. I was now limited to just hearing what was going on. It helped me a bit, but in the final analysis I just did not want to be there. Let her fuck around, just don't make me part of it. We would have to talk about that after this was all finished and done with.

There was whispered conversation, some fabric rustling. Slurping sounds and assorted moans from both of them.

Then it sounded like that Greg finally had found his rhythm and was pounding her pussy good.

"That's it Greggy, fuck your dirty slut, show that miserable wimp of a husband what a real man does with a hot chick like me. He's totally useless in the sack, that 's why his little dick is locked up. I don't think I'll ever let it out again."

Her tirade was interrupted by several orgasms. A bit of quiet and then

"Don't stop, come on fuck me, I need it so bad. If hubby wasn't such a great money machine I would have dumped him long ago.

The only pleasure he can give me when is when he submits to me and I whip his ass and torture his otherwise useless dick an balls."

"Can you believe it, the only true orgasms hubby can provide is when he suffers, the more pain he absorbs the better my orgasms."

"OHHHH"

Under my pillow case, I was devastated. Is that the real Monique, the bitch from hell or is she acting? I sure didn't know. I had some tears in my eyes and trouble breathing, so I managed to push her panties out of my mouth, good thing she forgot in her excitement to secure them with one of Greg's ties.

I tried to wiggle my arm, to see if I could get out but she did too good a job.

It had gotten quiet in the room, just some heavy breathing and maybe some kissing. I guess they were catching their breath.

Then Monique started talking

Greggy, we have to do this more often, I can see you have a bit of trouble but if we do this three or four times a week, you'll get used to the idea that "it" is sitting in the corner. I know he's your friend. How much of a friend can he be if he beats you every time when you guys go and play golf. I friend would let you win every so often, just like I let him have a "mercy fuck" once in a while. But no more. That CB stays on. He'll be lucky if I let him jerk off every couple of months from now on. It's just you baby. Only your heavenly cock is going enter my pussy.

I was stunned and I didn't realize until now that there was again action on the bed and another orgasm hit Monique.

I had enough! A long, long time ago when we started our Domme/sub games we had agreed on a safe word. Something very unusual, so that it would immediately register as not being part of normal conversation. At the beginning I used fairly frequently because we were both learning. Monique how much force to apply and I how to absorb pain better by breathing exercises. In recent times, I had used it only once when another Domme got carried away at the BDSM club while Monique was involved in some conversation with some of the onlookers.

The word was "leeward" a sailing term.

I decided that I had enough, I wanted out of there. I didn't want to listen to any more of Monique's ranting. I was not sure if it was real or acting.

"Leeward" no reaction "Leeward" and again nothing. I was getting agitated and tried to thump the chair and now yelling "Leeward, leeward"

"Hey what is going on, is Peter in trouble?"

"Relax baby, he's acting up a bit. Maybe he wants the pillow case off so that he can watch us"

"No, untie him."

"No he likes it, he's getting off on this. He may say no but he doesn't mean it. I'll prove it to you"

"How?"

"Come, I'll unlock his little dick. His mouth will say stop but his little dick will be rock hard proving that he's just as turned on by this as I'm."

By that time Greg had removed the pillow case and had very concerned look when he saw the marks on my arms where I had struggled to get free.

Monique, came over with the key and as she unlocked my CB she looked into my eyes mouthing

"you'll pay for this"

As she pulled the thing off, my dick just fell down and looked smaller than it ever had before. I almost looked to me that it was even smaller than that one time in college when I had gone crazy and did a "polar bear swim" on New Year's day for some charity or other. Even Monique's touch could not get a rise out of it.

"That's enough" and with that Greg started untying my arms and legs. "Get out of here buddy"

Monique tried to stop him but he ignored her. As soon as I had a hand free I helped getting the rest undone.

As I closed the door to the bedroom behind me I could hear Monique berating Greg.