Chapter 2

We talked about our experience with Pat, and what we really wanted in our sex lives. "I always wanted to give up control to another, but I knew you had such a submissive streak that you could never do that", she told me. She went on, "I know I took a big chance, and left our rules, in order to set this up, I hope you don't hate me for that, and I hope you still love me." "Of course I still love you. But, why didn't you tell me this is what you really wanted", I said. "I knew I had a shot when we both agreed last year that, in a threesome, we both wanted a male third", she explained, "and you really seemed to enjoy submitting, and being, shall we say, humiliated. Well, that's what I want, too Rich. I want to be used and humiliated. To submit to a master, and I know you do, too. I want us both to be used by strange men and women, while in being protected by a master. Just think we will never have to figure out what kinds of sex games to do again. And I know how you like to be kept from cumming at times. I love it when you are constantly hard and craving me. Don't you see this is the perfect situation? Why don't we give it a couple of months. If you or I want to pull out of this situation by then, we'll end it with him, and go back to our lives the way it was. But, we both know we want more, to experience more together."

There was nothing I could say to that. We both knew she was right. I also knew that watching my wife being was something I wanted to see, and be a part of. So, I agreed to give it three months. With that, she gave me the biggest hug, and said, "I know we'll both love it!" She then gave the head of my hard cock a kiss got into her nightgown, and we went to bed. It was hard to sleep that night, after all we had been through, and it was hard not to touch myself that night.

The morning came, and she got up, and dressed in the bathroom, which surprised me until I remembered I could not see her nude without his permission. So I got up, since it was Saturday, and the kids would not be back until Sunday morning, I was nude all day, while we both made out our lists. Kate went to a store for the anklet, and came back with it already engraved, along with our diaries already engraved (she went to one of those instant engraving stores, it turned out). When she got back, she came into the livingroom, put her right foot between my legs, with her toes touching my hard cock, and had me put the bracelet on her ankle. I looked at the engraving, "Mrs. Finley, Pat Grimsley's Fuck Toy." I also caught a glimpse under her short skirt to see her bald pussy, before she put her foot back on the floor. We both went back to making our lists. On my list, I put down that I enjoyed voyeurism, especially watching my wife. I also enjoyed anal things, such as her strap on, being denied release for short periods of time, spankings, and some other things which will come out later. In the list I put down my limits were cutting and scat, as that was all I could think of (in looking back I wish that list was longer), as well as putting her and I into a situation where I could no longer trust her, I wanted to make sure our relationship was strengthened by this, not ruined. I also put down I wanted to be used (and wanted to see her used) by both men and women. I didn't know what she wrote down, but I have since come to know most of it, as will you.

At 4:30, we left the house, and started walking down the block, hand in hand. She was wearing a low cut top, with a short skirt, while I wore shorts and a T shirt. We got to his gate, took a deep breath, and opened it right at 4:45. We closed the gate, and got undressed. His fence was high and solid, and it didn't look like the neighbors could see in, which made me feel better. I still saw her blush as she took off her top, and stood in front of me nude. We to his side door. "So, I see you've both decided to go for it. I am pleased, although you both may regret it later. Come in, and put these collars on." He handed both of us a collar, "slut", and "slave". He then put leashes on us. "I want you to crawl in my house this evening", he said. We immediately dropped to our knees when we entered the house carrying our lists in our hands, until he took them out of our hands. "I didn't hear either of you reply to me. I see you will both need to be taught a lesson in etiquette. "Sorry, Master", we both speedily replied. "Yes, yes, I'll deal with you both in a minute. Now, lets have a look at those lists." He first looked at mine, "You didn't put a whole lot on this list, did you? Well, no matter. I've heard an earful from that slut, to give me a good idea of what you will and won't do. Now, for the slut's list. Hmmmm, ooh, you really are a slut, aren't you," he laughed. "Well we can certainly accommodate these lists, as well as, of course, and foremost, seeing to my needs. Now, to both of you. I noticed, slave, that you put on this list that you do not want you both to be put in a situation where your relationship is ruined. I won't let that happen. First of all, we're all in this for our mutual satisfaction, although you will both be tested. Also, I have no desire to have such a slut for a wife, myself, anyway. Now, for the earlier infraction. First, slave, bend over this chair." He bent me over a diningroom chair, and tied my feet and hands to the legs so that I was bent over. He then had Kate lay down in front of me, with her legs spread. He took a rather large candle laying on the table, and thrust it deeply into my wife. As he was thrusting it in and out of her, he said, "Slave, you better hope she is lubricated." I soon found out what he meant, as he quickly pulled it out of her, and thrust it deep into my ass. The sudden entrance, and the blunt end of the candle burned, as he thrust it in and out of me a few times. He then moved her so she was laying under me. He then lit the candle, and let it burn for a minute. He put the candle, so that it was sticking out of my ass parallel to the floor. I heard her moaning for some reason, as he said, "Well, now, we're going to play a game. First, slave, I am going to swat your ass with this riding crop, and you will count each stroke out loud. I wouldn't suggest moving your ass around too much, however, or your sweet wife will share your suffering. You see, I've placed her, so that her tender pussy is directly under the candle. The more you move around, the more wax will drip on her more intimate parts. She is gagged, so she won't be making too much noise. Shall we begin?" With that, he started immediately. SMACK! "One." SMACK! "Two". He continued, the crop really stung, and tears were forming in my eyes. And, sure enough, around eight, I started flexing my ass to get it out of the way, to be greeted by a loud groan from my wife. By stroke twenty, I twitched, and she moaned very loudly. "I think you hit her clitoris with that one", he commented. It felt like my whole ass was on fire, as I got the last stroke, "Twenty Five", escaped my lips. He then untied me, and took the candle out of my ass. "Stand up, and take a look at your handiwork." As I turned around, I saw her inner thighs with streaks of drying wax on them, some wax on her outer and inner lips, and one large dollop of wax on her clitoris. Keeping the candle lit, he dribbled some on each of her nipples, before he blew the candle out. She was panting, and had tears in her eyes.