Chapter 7

Then the phone rang, it was Michelle. "Hey guys, how about you pack my stuff and all, load up the car and come over here for lunch. We'll head home and you get to clean up your place. OK?"

"Sounds OK to me, I'll tell Red. We'll be there shortly".

I helped Red get all their stuff together and carried it up to her red Porsche.

When it all was loaded Red walked up to me and grabbed me for a hug and in between kisses "Peter thank you ... for a really wonderful ... and your understanding and caring ... Don't be shy after you've moved in ... we are home most nights ... because if you don't ... and we have to come ... after our "boy toy" you could be in serious ... trouble..."

"I promise ... thank you for coming up here ... for trusting me ... for a really great weekend..."

We finally disengaged and Red followed me to the Judge's place. I was making sure of my speed and waved at Jameson along the way.

When we got to the our destination, we found my good friend Max the Judge in deep embrace with Michelle but that ended as soon as both of us got out of our cars.

Max did seem just a bit embarrassed but I just winked at him and all seemed to be good.

We had a nice lunch, something that Michelle had prepared because I think that "His Honor" is more of a microwave kind of guy but I could be wrong.

There was another "hug fest" as the ladies were getting ready to leave. I reminded Red about Jameson and she laughed. "We know all about him, he stopped us on the way in on Friday. We just batted our eyes at him and jiggle the boobs just the right amount and we got off with a very stern warning. (laughing) The poor guy had a hard time trying to hide his hard-on. But I promise, I'll be good, he's too easy to take advantage off. We'll give him another "treat" next time we come up."

"I hope there will be a next time." I smiled, remember what you said to me earlier. Well the same goes for me. I just might have to kidnap the two of you, tie you up, throw you into the back of my car and bring you up here so the Judge and I can ravage you."

"Hmm, Michelle might like that but don't you even think of trying it with me buster if you want to ever pro-create."

By that time Red had a pretty hard grip on my you know what and it was tough for me not to wince.

She let go, gave me another kiss "You've been warned".

Then Red went to say goodbye to Max. Michelle gave me a hug and kiss. She also groped my dick and balls but not as firm as Red had whispering between kisses "I want more of this boy toy".

Then they got into car and took off.

The Judge looked at me "Come in for another beer, we have to talk".

"Peter, I want to thank you for a most wonderful weekend. I think I needed this. I'm finally able to move on. (chuckling) I doubt that I will go out and chase women but one never knows. I owe you for being willing to share...".

"Hold it right there Max, I don't own those ladies. They are very free spirited and do whatever they please. So it pleased Michelle to try to get you out of your funk. Looks like she succeeded. I'm happy for you. They did the same for me. I'm lucky to have them not only for their great professional abilities but for their friendship. I have a pretty good idea that sooner or later you'll get another weekend with her."

We chatted some more about local politics and stuff and then I said my goodbyes.

When I got to my place I tackled all the chores. There was a ton of laundry to do, dishes to wash and just a general cleaning.

Then I went out to take care of the boats and the patio furniture. As I was doing that, Bill Shannon came over and invited me for dinner. I was happy to accept. After this weekend, I really did not want to eat alone.

"Thanks Bill, I appreciate that. What should I bring – beer or wine?" "Beer will be just fine. See you in an hour."

We talked a bit more after dinner but then I excused myself claiming that I need to make an early start back to the city. When I got back, I grabbed a cognac without first warming the snifter and a cigar and sat outside staring into nothing.

All kind of crazy thoughts went through my head. There was Red's sad story and what made Michelle figure out what Max needed. Oh and the biggie, Monique. Was I really done with her? In many ways I missed her. I didn't realize it at the time but when Red grabbed my balls and squeezed them pretty hard, it brought back memories, good ones. Shit, I just don't know. Should I talk to Alice about this? Maybe not the right person. She really got upset with the breach of trust.

As I sat there, I was getting a bit depressed. Shit I missed the girls, I missed Monique. I missed my past life. Could there be more with the girls than just an occasional romp?

Right now life sucks. With that thought I started to have a few more drinks and eventually stumbled into bed, not having come to any sensible conclusion other than that I was drunk at that moment.

After a restless night, I got up early fixed a simple breakfast, cleaned up the last dishes. Made the usual check around the place. Turned on the alarm and got going back to the city.

On the way I stopped at a super market for groceries for the next few days.

It was kind of cool to hit the garage door opener and drive right into your living space. As started to unpack the groceries to put them into the cabinets and fridge I discovered a note from the girls.

"Welcome to your new home. Dinner at seven in our place".

Well that is nice, solved one problem of what to do for that tonight. I had brought some clothes from the lake and what I had in the car from the time I stayed at the hotel across from the office but I needed more plus there were some other personal things I wanted from our house. So after lunch I called Red.

"Hey thanks for the dinner invite. I'll be there. But there is something I need you to do. I need the rest of my clothes, some books and music and my basic tool box from the house. Can you please set something up. I would very much prefer it if M was not there. She can have Carmen our house keeper watch that I don't take anything that she considers hers."

"I'll call her attorney and set it up. Michelle has to call him back anyway about the money deal from the company. Maybe by tonight we have some more info. Gotta go, bye".

I fired up my computer and started looking at all the info we had on hairy harry. There was something that interested me. He owned a small company that made some electronic parts for a number of different applications, even some custom stuff, for the Department of Defense and commercial application. Coming to think of it M's company had bought some stuff, I just never made the connection.

It looked like that he has this company fairly well insulated from his other stuff so it qualified as "small business" which gave him an advantage for government contracts. But we also found out that he's in trouble with DOD because of a too high rejection rate of his product during testing by the army prior to installation where ever. He's got a deadline to fix problem or they pull the contract. I was wondering if it was a management problem, that his workers were not happy and got sloppy on purpose. You know when you're pissed at the boss you do things not really thinking it through, that you could lose your job if he loses the contract.

The other issue was, that he put the company up for collateral for a loan to finance one of his other projects that stalled because the city and county were giving him a hard time with certain approvals. So right now the clock was ticking and he had not much time left.

I had a friend at the bank that held the loan and I called him and asked what it would take to buy up that note. He was kind of surprised that I knew about it. "Sam, you've got no idea how much info is floating around on the net if you just know where to look".

"I guess you are right. Well, let's see. We are quite sure he won't be able to pay it off. That other project is soaking up money like the desert rain. So if we foreclose, push him into chapter 11 or worse..." Let me think about that, talk to my bosses. Maybe we'll have something here. Might be the best for us to just get rid of that note." But why would you?" " Long story, maybe one day I'll tell you. Thanks, you can get me at this number..."

Next I called Greg, told that I'm back and needed to talk to him in person. "Hey, it doesn't look to good for golf tomorrow with the weather, how about you come to my office around ten." "Can we make it eleven, it won't take that long and I'll buy you lunch after we're done." "Deal, see you at eleven."

A few minutes later Red called. "Peter I just got off the phone with M's attorney, if you have time, you can go right now. M is still away some place but Carmen is there. I want you to take one of our paras with you for your protection and to run up my bill. She'll be over in five. Be nice to her. She's young and very impressionable – you know like Jack". Giggling, Red hung up and I went to pull my car out and wait for, I don't even know her name.

A nice looking young lady but not my type – too flat – came out of the office door and I assumed it was my escort. So I got out of the car, introduced myself and she told me her name was Sandra. It was kind of cute, she blushed a bit when I held the car door open for her.

We talked a bit on the way over to the house and I found out that she was only 3 months out of school and this was her first full time job.

When I walked up to the front door Carmen came storming out giving me a big hug "I'm so, so sorry Mr. Peter. I don't understand. You seemed to be so happy. Can't you fix it?"

"Easy Carmen, I'm sorry too but I don't think it can be fixed. Can we please just get this over with. It's hard on me too."

My clothes were actually all packed into boxes and stored in the garage. Hmm, did she have to make room in the closet for stuff from another guy? I guess that is a bit oh I don't know what. Anyway, I picked up a number of books, my collection of model train magazines and a whole bunch of CD's with my favorite music. I never had the time nor got the hang of it putting that stuff on an IPod.

I gave Carmen another hug when we left and saw there were a couple of tears in her eyes. Maybe mine too because I trouble seeing and almost ran the stop sign except for force of habit.

During dinner I started telling them my idea about Harry's company Michelle stopped me. "Stop, if you keep going I'm not only have to bill you for my time but also the cost of the meal. Serve me breakfast at eight tomorrow in your place and I'll still bill you for the time but you get the meal at your cost."

"You know you two are real ball busters but you have a deal."

"Can I come too, I won't charge for my time?"

"Sure, no problem. It's a date. Now how about some more wine?"

The evening ended with me going home horny and without any relief unless I took it into my own hand. Well M had trained me and even though there was no threat from her, I refrained from jerking off. I slept pretty good considering that it was a new place, different noises throughout the night very different from our house and even more so from the lake where at night all you hear is crickets and an occasional bull frog.

In the morning I made French toast for us and laid out my plans for Harry to the two of them. Michelle asked about financing this and told her that I had some money, but was going to use the money from the company so she needed to push that angel and Red my divorce. I was ready to move on.

Again there was that silent communication between the two of them that had me baffled but I just knew that they had somehow communicated.

"Say Peter, how much to you think you can make with that outfit after you whip it into shape?"

"Oh, I don't know, last year they had sales of just under four million. I'm guessing net profit after I pay myself 200 K maybe another 250 K. I figure I would invest half of that back into the business. Why?"

"Well Mich and I are thinking – that is if you would want us to, invest maybe 500 K and you would say pay us a 10 percent dividend each year you have at least that much profit. If profits are lower, we'll prorate our return accordingly."

"Hmm, I was going to offer Greg..."

"Greg, they guy that fucked your wife? Why would you do that?"

"Well for one he's my friend, I've known for a long time that he was M's lover from time to time. I was OK with that as long as he or she did not rub my face into it."

I guess, even if it had stayed at that one time making me watch and she had let me go when I used the safe word, I would probably have adjusted to it. I mean you know I'm a subbie at heart and we might have worked it out. But she was pushing the boundaries too hard and too far with first letting hairy ass harry fuck her in our home and then ignoring the safe word. I don't think I'll ever get over that."

"So to answer your question. Those things don't change our friendship. The weekend before this last one, he came up to the lake and we had a long talk, worked things out. He was being manipulated by M just like I was. Actually he got to watch M's court appearance. Got a big kick out of it and since he doesn't have boobs or sexy green eyes, he got a ticket from Jameson."

They both cracked up at that.

"So, let's get serious. We do want to invest. Reduce your exposure and give you more room as far as your money is concerned." A projected return of 10 percent annually is a very good thing." We trust you that you can make this work. You've proven that with what you did with M's company. So do we have a deal? I can have the paperwork and a cashier's check by this afternoon."

I gave it some thought, if I get another 500 K from Greg. I could put 1.5 million towards the note with the bank and sign a new one with them which I would pay off once I got my money from M.

"OK, deal. I'm not quite sure yet what I'll have to pay for the note that the bank holds and what Harry might try to get out of this, but I can make this work."

We shook and they went back to their office and I got ready to go and see Greg and tell him my thoughts and proposition. Hmm, I'll offer him a seven percent return.

The girls let me fuck them – he fucked my wife. Seven is fair. With that happy thought, I grabbed my papers and lap top and headed out.

I had worked up a little dog and pony show with power point on my lap top that I was going to use for the bank and I played it for Greg. The guy is smart. He suggested a couple of changes to the presentation but at the end I had his agreement and 500 k transferred into my account that I had set up for this deal. (chuckles) He was happy with the seven percent. Life is good. During lunch we talked about golf and he told me that he tried the course out by the airport over the weekend and really liked it.

"You know I'm ready for a change of scenery. Maybe with neither of us really knowing the course the first few times, I just might have a chance to beat you."

"Right, good buddy, dream on. The forecast for Friday is pretty good, why don't we try to get a tee time for the morning."

"Sounds good to me, I've got the number, let me call right now."

It turned out that we could get a 7:50 tee time which would get us out before an outing got started later in the morning.

We said good bye and Greg headed back to his office and I to my apartment. I had just settled down to a cup of coffee and was ready to make the changes when my friend from the bank called.

"Hey Peter, I talked to my VP and the senior loan officers. They are very much interested in what you have to tell us. Could you be in my office tomorrow at three?"

"Sure, no problem, it would be great if you guys had a conference room where I could hook up my lap top to a projector. Would make it easier to see the power point presentation I have for you guys."

"Not a problem, we've got two or three of them that have computer compatible projectors for just that purpose. I'll make sure one of them will be available. See you tomorrow."

Things were progressing, hairy assed harry had no idea of the load of ... that was coming down in him. I had already put some feelers out to a contact at DOD and given them a heads up that there could be a change in management very shortly at HI-tek inc. and it just might be in their best interest to keep the contract going for the next six months since it would take them at least that long if not longer to find a replacement. This was a really special item that Harry was making for them. Also there were no guarantees that the new supplier would not have problems with quality during the start-up of production.

I think I had all bases covered, now I just needed my inheritance and freedom.

Red told me about a little sushi place a couple of blocks from our place and I went there for dinner. It turned out to be really great and I told the chef that I now lived in the area and would be back many times.

At home I turned on the Encore channel that has nothing but Westerns and watched "Rio Bravo" for the umpteen time. Well not really because M detested Westerns. So now I was King of my Castle and could watch them as much as I wanted.

Somehow I managed to get myself depressed again thinking about M. On the other hand the sexy duo had promised me that we would "play" Friday night if I did not go up to the lake. They didn't have to twist my arm very much.

The meeting at the bank was a success. I walked out of there with an option to buy Harry's note with a 15 percent discount and a loan commitment for up to five million to purchase both the note and the business. Now it was time to put the screws to Harry.

I talked to Michelle and asked her to set up a meeting with a bit of a bluff as if I owned already the note and was getting ready to push for payment. Our plan was to swap the note for the company but if Harry was stubborn and wanted some cash, I might agree after going over his books and stuff.

Friday morning Greg and I played golf at the new course and we both liked it very much. It was an interesting challenge since Greg hand only played it once and it was the first time for me. I still beat Greg, but not quite as bad as I most likely would have at the club. When done, we booked a tee time for next Wednesday. Our thoughts now were that we would play this course maybe two or three times more and then try another one. There were a number of semi private clubs around as well as a couple more owned by the county. It might make it more fun again. To be honest, I guess I was getting bored with playing at the club, just did not quite realize it.

I got back from golf and lunch at the same time as Red and Michelle from their lunch. I walked over "So what are the plans for tonight?"

"At first we thought we would get take-out from "Joshi's" but then Michelle had the bright idea to make you cook dinner for US and have you serve US, while you ate yours in the kitchen."

A delicious tingle went down my spine. Now where did this "Domme" stuff come from?

"As my Ladies wish – any special requests?"

"Here are the keys to the car and our place. There are groceries in the back. You'll find what you need there. There is some stuff in the fridge for appetizers. We'll allow you to sit with us while we have a drink and eat those."

"I have a couple of things to talk to you about the divorce". With a big grin "I'm not mean like Michelle, I'll only charge you for my time not food or booze".

With that they just left me standing there with a dumb look on my face as they headed off to their office. Now what just happened here? How did I go from client to cook and probably bottle washer?

What could I do? I was turned on by the thought them turning "Domme" on me. I parked the car, got the stuff out and into the kitchen and made a survey of it was I had to work with.

The appetizer stuff was easy, some cheese, grapes and crackers. Now dinner was a little bit more involved. They had some nice Salmon steaks, fresh white asparagus and baking potatoes. I would have to get some spices from my place but otherwise all was good. Their range had stove top grill so that was easy, just grill the steaks after seasoning them with my special secret spice mix and a wasabi rub. The asparagus I would do in the oven on a shallow cookie pan with just a bit of olive oil and again the secret spice mix. I decided that I did not want to heat the place up too much and cheat on the baked potatoes by using the microwave rather than do them in the oven.

Well looks like I've got everything under control, so I headed back to my place, checked e-mails and answered some from friends on the other coast. I looked at my watch and I figured I had at least a couple of hours. So I took a shower and grabbed a book. Looks like that until things break with Harry that I would have plenty of time to catch up on my reading.

At five I went back to the Lady's place to get the snacks ready and also prepare all the other stuff so that I just had to pop them into the oven or microwave as needed.

Around 5:30 the two strolled in to their place. "Peter, how are things going. Does our boy toy and servant for the night have everything under control?"

"Yes Ma'am" "Ah that's what we like a very polite servant but I think that you are "over dressed". Lose your clothes, you can put them into the bath room down here, there is a hanger. Also you'll find an apron hanging behind the pantry door. We don't want your very nice cock get into the food or God forbid get burned. But we do expect a nice "tent" in anticipation of what the night might bring."

During that speech from Red both ladies somehow managed to pull out their bras from under their tops and handed them to me.

"Here you can put those with your clothes for the moment. Don't waste too much time sniffing them or whatever pervs like you do with worn female undergarments."

This was promising to be a very "hot" evening and hopefully a whole night. My subbie side was doing "cartwheels" in anticipation of what might come next. Really I had no idea they had a streak like that in them and most surprisingly, Michelle seems to be the instigator.

So I did what I was told, undressed and put my stuff and those bras into the bathroom, found the apron and put it on. Seeing those unfettered boobs moving under their tops – like puppies under a sheet – got my dick hard in a hurry.

"OK boy, where are the snacks and we both want one of your sake martinis. I sure hope you anticipated our desires or we would be forced to send you dressed or better undressed like you are back to your place to get them."

I got out three martini glasses to stick into the freezer.

"Whoa boy, who said you could have a martini?" "But you said..." "Stop right there boy, yes I said you could sit with us – SIT – not drink. You can have some water or soda – anything non-alcoholic. Remember you are OUR servant".

This was getting hotter by the minute. I was very slowly but surely sinking into sub space. I liked that feeling. I had missed that the last couple of weeks.

So I fixed them their drinks, put the snacks and drinks on a serving tray and brought it over to the sitting area. I put some coasters – three of them – which got a nod of approval on the coffee table put the drinks in front of them and the snacks in easy reach before heading back to get myself a glass of water.

Before I could sit in one of the easy chairs in the grouping – "grab a pillow and sit on the floor. It's the proper place for you tonight.

I didn't say anything, just complied.

Then Red started: "Peter, now listen carefully, this is important and I want you to pay attention. Get your mind out of the "gutter" and sub space for the time being. Plenty of time after I'm done. I talked to M's attorney this morning and he said that M would not contest the divorce nor her father's will if you agreed to meet with her one on one in a neutral location next week at a date and time convenient for you. I'm guessing that she's going to make a last ditch effort to get you to change your mind. I've arranged for a meeting room at the Plaza for 10 AM on Monday morning. I hope this is OK with you. While normally I would not recommend this to any client – if for no other reason than it gives me a chance to run up the "meter". But you are a friend and if meeting her, will get this resolved one way or the other in a hurry the better it will be for both of you."

"Now I know that she still has a certain hold over you because of your very special relationship. That is part of the reason, we are "playing this game" with you. Letting you know that you have other options to fill your special need. We want you to know that we cherish your friendship and if it will help you move on..."

So why don't you go into the kitchen and see to our dinner and think very hard of what you want for the rest of your life. I don't expect a decision from your tonight but by Sunday night I want to know if you agree to meet her. It will be up to you what comes out of this meeting. If you want my advice, don't trust her. She burned you once. I've been talking to Alice Cooper, to get a better understanding of what you two guys have."

"Surprised? Well I've had some dealings with Clarence and got to know them during some bar association functions. Somewhere during conversation it came out that they knew you and M. They didn't say from the lake but from a private club. I did some checking and found out some things about that club you, M and the Coopers belong to. Some of my clients are more talkative than they should be. So to be able to properly advise you, I consulted with Alice. I hope you don't mind. Remember that I only want the best for you and she is probably the best friend you could have in the BDSM community.

"Ms Red and Ms Michelle, may I please have a small drink. My head is spinning right now and maybe, just maybe..."

"Sure baby go ahead have a martini, beer or wine. We are just playing a "game" with you. But I really like the way you asked. Keep it up and there could be all sorts of delightful things happening."

"Now get your ass into the kitchen – your Mistresses are getting hungry".

"Yes Ma'am, right away Ma'am."

During all this my dick was rock hard, except when Red was talking about meeting M one on one. That thought scares me.

Anyway, I grabbed a beer and started cooking. I had sat the dinner table for two earlier so when the food was ready, I poured two glasses of wine for them and plated their dinners.

"My Ladies, dinner is ready to be served. Please take your seats."

The tow of them giggled as they made their way over to the dining table and sat each on one and. I placed the plates in front of them and wished them "bon apatite" before heading to the kitchen area for my dinner and the left over beer.

"Peter, we where teasing you. Grab your plate and join us".

"Ma'am, thank You Ma'am, but it would not be proper. Please allow me the dignity of staying here. I'm not properly dressed for dinner with classy ladies like you."

They both laughed. "He does turn a pretty phrase doesn't he?" "Sure does. OK Peter, we accept your explanation and are not offended for you rejecting our company."

"Peter, please pour us another glass of wine and then go ahead and clean up the kitchen. We are going to our bedroom for a little while. Please have coffee ready when we get back. We are skipping desert. By the way, thank you very much. It all was delicious. Oh one more thing. Right now you have a choice. Continue the game and "play" it all the way through or tell us that you don't want to. Once thing is sure. No matter what you decide, you'll wind up in bed with Michelle. Continue the game and I'll be there too.

WOW, now that sent my head spinning again. What are they up to. If I quit I get to spend the night with Michelle but if go along with being their subbie I get to be with both. Maybe a repeat of Friday night at the lake.

"Ma'am, I'll be most happy to continue as your humble servant and boy toy for the rest of the night or as long as it pleases you."

"Good answer toy".

With that they took their glasses and headed for a downstairs bedroom I hadn't been aware of. I guess that came about due to the larger space, maybe from combining two units.

I went about my chores, thought about grabbing another beer. But then I didn't have permission. So I just hung out in the kitchen listening to some nice jazz. Not sure how long I waited for the tow of them to come back.

"Peter, take a kitchen towel, wrap it around your head like a blind fold, find a pillow and kneel in the middle of the living area. We'll be with you shortly. Oh, and lose the apron".

I didn't think my dick could get any harder but it seemed to me that it did. I did as directed and waited for them. I was a bit nervous, not knowing what to expect.

Then I heard, two sets of high heels clicking on the hardwood floors and some soft giggling.

"Look at him, he's "cute" kneeling there with his hard cock trying to reach the ceiling. We are going to have sooo much fun tonight."

Next thing I felt was a soft hand stroking my cheek, while a leather clad foot gently manipulated my balls. A shiver went down my spine strong enough to be noticed by Michelle. "I think he likes this. Should we let him look at us?"

"No not yet". Came the reply from Red. The hand traveled from my cheek to my nipples, pinching them first softly and then progressively harder until I could not help myself but wince. Whoever it was let go of that nipple and started the same process over, except on the other cheek and from there to the that sides nipple. While all this was going on, that foot kept messing with my balls and dick.

"Be careful toy, don't you dare mess up my shoe. You'll have to lick it clean, but I will also spank you."

If they keep this up, I'm going to blow my load.

"I think it's time for our toy to see his new "owners" don't you think so Mich?

"You are right, he's been behaving himself and has suffered gracefully and that meal was outstanding. I do believe he's earned a reward."

I heard steps moving away from me, not sure how far.

"OK, toy, take the blindfold off".

I was totally blown away. Never in a million years did I expect a sight like the one greeting me.

There was Michelle, naked sitting "Indian style" on the floor with a rhinestone studded collar around her neck and leash that that ended up in a hand covered with a green glove. No it was not just a green glove. There was a female in a green latex cat suit with a fiery read pony tail sprouting from the back of her head. The cat suit was a close match to the eyes that sparkled with delight at the surprise they had managed to pull on me.

At first I was speechless, then burst out "GODDESS MELLISSA!"!

I was stunned, but I now knew where I had seen those emerald green eyes. Yes, Red was Goddess Mellissa from the BDSM club. I never made the connection. Partly, because all I ever saw and could see now were Red's eyes, mouth and that pony tail and partly because Michelle, I had to assume it was Michelle, always wore a full hood. No visible hair and any time I saw her, her eyes were covered too.

"Come over here and greet your Goddess properly".

Michelle giggled which got her a reproving slap with the end of the leash as I bounded almost like a puppy over to where the two of the were and started to kiss Red's feet.

"Toy, from now on when we play, I'm GODDESS RED to you and my lowly slave down there is Ms Michelle to you. See male slaves are several steps below my female slaves."

"Yes you heard right slaves – plural. Ms Sandra is also my slave. She was very disappointed but some family obligation kept her from joining us. She was very impressed with you. The way you held the door open for her when she got into your car and stuff like that."

I didn't think that things could get better than that weekend at the lake, but this was way better.

"OK enough, I don't want you to slobber all over my shoes. Go get me another glass of wine and bring a glass of water for Ms Michelle and yourself if you want one. We need to talk."

Red sat like a true Goddess in one of the easy chairs and Michelle and I hunkered down on a couple of pillows in front of her.

"Peter, right now it's "time out". We need to establish some ground rules and stuff like that. I've been trying to figure out a name for you. While I like what...". She paused. "I feel that it would always bring up some memory, good or bad, and don't want that. So until we come up with something better, "Toy" will be your slave name."

"Next we need a new safe word. Again for obvious reasons, I don't want to use the one you had. Any ideas?"

"Yes Godd..." "Red is fine during time out and all vanilla time. But go ahead."

I still like sailing terms, because they just don't normally come up during conversation – that is unless we are at the yacht club but then that would be vanilla time. I'm sinking "starboard"."

"What does it mean?" "It's the opposite from what I used with M., but it's more than that. It's a symbolic new direction in my life. See a boat that is on a starboard tack in most cases has the right of way. So when I use it, it should be clear that I have the right of way and things have to stop."

"I like it and the concept of you having the "right of way" the moment you say it. That's settled and Michelle, from now on you get to use it too. I know, you've never really need the one you had until now. But it also can be used if you need to convey something important that warrants interrupting our "game". Peter, I don't want you to ever hesitate using the safe word and I promise you, that I will never, ever betray your trust."

"Now you better go to the bathroom because we are going to put you through your paces, testing you and there will be little chance for you to relieve yourself for the next several hours. Michelle go with him and watch, make sure he doesn't jerk off. I want my new slave horny and obedient".

Shit, this is going to be embarrassing, I've never taken a leak with a girl watching. Not sure if I can even go. I have a hard time going in a crowded men's room. Oh well, we'll see.

The two of us trotted to the toilet while Red headed up the stairs.

Sure enough, I really could not go, I turned on the faucet and it still did not help. Michelle giggled "Maybe it would work if you sat down like a girl". But then she pulled the door almost shut from the outside, reopening it as soon as she heard my stream flowing. Talk about being embarrassed.

"Wait here for a moment, will be right back." With that, Michelle walked into the room they had earlier disappeared to and when she came out, she had a collar and leash in her hand.

"Here let me put this on you. See yours is plain, not fancy like mine. That's because you're inferior to us Women, slave or no slave. Now move up the stairs." Slapping my ass pretty hard with the end of the leash.

"Make sure you follow my lead and you'll stay out of trouble."

At the top of the stair we turned towards one of the closed doors and Michelle knocked.

"Enter"

As we walked in to the room, I was stunned. It was maybe 20 x 15 feet – a fully equipped dungeon. Goddess Red was sitting on a for lack of a better word throne that was placed on a platform maybe 10 inches above the floor. The floor was covered with a kind of foam padding with a rubber coating on top so it would not be too hard on the knees. There was a St. Andrews cross to one side, but not against the wall. It could be used on both sides at one time plus there was a bunch of other bondage equipment. The room had some soft lighting enhanced by numerous candles.

Michelle stepped maybe within 5 feet of the throne dragging me along before sinking to her knees, pulling me down to with the leash attached to my collar.

"Pet Mich what have you brought to me this day?"

"A new slave Goddess, one without a name but worthy of your consideration".

"Hmm, rise slave without a name. Turn slowly so that I may inspect you."

I was so turned on by all this ritual. It was like nothing I had ever experienced.

"Pet Mich, prepare my new slave for purification by fire and the name giving ceremony."

"Yes Goddess." With that Michelle got off her knees and led me to a bondage bench of sort.

"Sit on the end, then lay down." When I was in position, she took a leather strap, ran it over my chest, pulled it tight and secured the end. There was no way I was getting up. Next, she secured my hands and pulled out a couple of extensions on which she placed my legs, secured them with more leather straps and then spread them. Now I was totally helpless and exposed. My balls were just at the end of the bench I was on and those were the next target for Michelle's manipulations.

She wrapped a leather thong around them and pulled down, not to really cause pain but enough strain for me to know that trying to move would cause some pain.

Next she got some sort of jar and there was a strange smell when she opened it. She stuck her fingers inside and came out moist. She in a way did finger painting with that substance around my nipples, lines down my belly stopping just short of where my hard dick was pointing towards the ceiling. The process was repeated several times.

"That is enough pet. Begin the purification."

By that time Goddess had gotten up and was standing by my head bending down.

"Don't be afraid, we are not going to harm you. You will be scared at first and there will be some pain, but no damage and nothing beyond what I know you've endured before."

By that time Michelle had lit a small torch and was sort of dancing around us, doing some sort of weird chant about purification by fire to remove all the "residue" from my former Mistress, stuff like that.

Before I knew it, she touched the torch to my belly just above my dick and it all flared up in flames. Scared the shit out of me, but did not really hurt. I finally got it. The stuff she had "painted" on me was the same that circus performers and fire eaters use. I burns fast and furious but not hot enough to cause burns. But is sure scared me.

"There pet, that wasn't so bad was it? You may speak".

"No Goddess, it did not really hurt but sure was scary until I figured what it was."

Stroking my cheek "you are now "pure" and ready to become MINE. You will no longer be a slave without a name. I will now baptize you."

Michelle placed a black cloth over my face. I was no longer able to see what was going to happen to me. Any sensual deprivation heightens all other sensations plus there is the element of surprise.

"I now baptize you "Toy". From this day hence you belong to ME your Goddess." With that a stream of hot wax hit my nipples – I gasped both from surprise and the pain – and continued its path down my belly eventually coating my dick and balls. It hurt, but it was not beyond what I had experienced before. M and I had played with wax and ice in the past. It is always that first hit. Especially if you can't see it coming, that is most intense.

Michelle removed the cloth, patted my cheek and told me "you did well toy, you are now owned by Goddess Red. You've been freed from your previous Mistress.

They let me catch my breath for a bit and then Michelle started – not too gently – remove the wax from my body.

Eventually I was released only to be secured to the St. Andrews cross where the two of them took turns teasing me by rubbing their luscious bodies against me. Add to that, Michelle kneeling down and giving me a blow jobs from "hell". Yes hell, because every time I came close, she either just stopped or squeezed me balls. Talking about being sexually frustrated. To add to my torture Goddess Red put some nipple clips with tiny teeth on my very aroused nips and then alternating between them she added little fishing weights one at a time.

I was way deep in subspace between these conflicting sensations of steadily increasing pain and the pleasurable if ultimately frustrating sensation of the blow jobs.

"OK, enough "slut" you are having way too much fun for a slave. Up against the cross." At that point Goddess took the clips off, well more like ripped them off. That time I actually cried out from the pain, both the ripping and the blood rushing back into the compressed nipples.

"Oh my, look at this a tiny bit of blood. Mich you clean up one, I the other."

Their tongues caressing my sore nipples felt great. But then with impeccable timing, both bit down pretty hard making me groan and moan from pleasure and pain. They sure figured out how to work my body.

When they got bored with tormenting my nipples further, Goddess secured Michelle to other side of the cross. Next my world went dark again when Goddess slipped a hood over my head. I heard her heels clicking as she walked several times around us. Then suddenly a flogger struck my chest. Next I heard the sound of hitting and Michelle gasped. This went on for quite a while with strokes landing various places from chest to thighs. After a while the strokes started to only hit my balls and dick with an upwards swing. Three for me and three for Michelle, I had no idea where those landed on her, but while I was grunting in pain, she sounded more like she enjoyed it.

Suddenly there was the sound that Michelle make when she experiences a small orgasm. Whatever lashes she got must get her worked up.

"Ah, our new pet figured it out Mich. He just realized that you get pleasure from my hitting your slutty cunt with my flogger while he only experiences pain when I hit his balls and cock. (chuckling) Yes pet, life is not fair."

Eventually the hood was removed and we were both released. "Go take a quick shower and get cleaned up."

Michelle grabbed my leash and led me to a bathroom that was attached to the dungeon. We took our collars off and hopped into the shower quickly washing each other. When we were dry, Michelle hugged me and gave me a "tonsil scratching" kiss. "Now comes the fun part for us but I can guarantee that your tongue will be very tired".

When we came out of the bathroom, there was a king sized bed in the dungeon with black satin sheets. My guess a Murphy bed, because I sure did not see it before.

"Michelle, secure my new property so that he can watch ... Oh SHIT, I did it again, didn't I. I'm so sorry".

"Starboard"

"Yes Peter?"

"It's OK, I have to get over that. The only way is to try and submit. So please go ahead with your plans. I want to try. I have to trust you if there is going to be any future and you can't be walking around like on egg shells because you're afraid to stir up some bad memories. It's bound to happen, but I need to deal with that. So please..."

"OK, like I said, secure our new toy so that he can watch and learn. He's so full of himself, thinks he knows all about me just because I spent a night in his bed."

What followed was an even hotter girl/girl show than that Friday night at the lake. I was exhausted when they finally took a break and took notice of me again.

"Look at him, he's a mess. All sweaty and look at the marks on this arms where the cuffs are."

Concerned "Peter did you struggle to get free. Please don't tell me that we missed your safe word."

"No you didn't, I didn't realize myself that I had struggled against the bonds. I assure you it was not to get away. I wanted to be part of it."

"Awww, poor, poor baby. So sexually frustrated with all that teasing and tormenting. You must be sexually supercharged. Michelle, give our boy some relief. Make him cum hard. Leave him tied for now. That should increase his ... Oh and yes, edge him three times before letting him cum."

Women can be sooo EVIL.