Chapter 9

"What do we need to talk about, Dear?" I asked, though I had a inkling.

"Your ex-wife, Gary," Patricia said, seriously, but with an odd twinkle in her eye.

"That promises to be rather an involved discussion," I replied, "so do you mind if I relay my news first, before I forget again?"

"I suppose, as long as it doesn't take too long." She draped herself elegantly over one of the chairs, graciously inviting me to the one next to it with a wave of one slender hand. I swear to God, that woman was born in the wrong place at the wrong time! She seemed to have been bred to be royalty!

"So what's the big news?" she asked, pouring me a glass of scotch, neat, the way I like it.

I took my first sip before replying, allowing the fumes from the eighteen-year-old single malt to fill my sinuses with delicious peat and oak aromas.

"We got a letter from the Islands today." I finally replied. "In all the excitement, I neglected to mention it to you."

"So," she said, swirling fine cognac around the bowl of her snifter, warming it with her palm. "are you going to keep me in suspense, or are you going to tell me what it says?"

"Well, it seems you're going to be a Father!" I replied, watching her expression.

"Why, that's wonderful news!" she gushed, "Which of our young lovers is the lucky one?"

"All of them, actually," I replied, "at least, according to Le'ini."

"How truly marvelous!" Patricia fairly bubbled, a rare occurrence for my sophisticated lady!

"Well," I said, "it does bring up a question. A point of curiosity on my part."

"And that would be... ?"

"Brenda, Felicia, Dolores," I enumerated on my fingers, "none of them show any signs of getting pregnant, even though you never used a condom. Now, I know Felicia's on the pill, but how did you keep the others from getting pregnant, and still become this super-stud during our honeymoon?"

"Elementary, my dear Watson!" Patricia smiled, "This monster dick is hard enough to hide inside women's clothing, without having to deal with a pair of hanging balls, too. Fortunately, mother nature provides a safe and secure hiding place for them, inside my body! You could do that, too, if you wanted to, but you don't have as strong an incentive to do so as I do."

I nodded, finally understanding, "So the heat within your body keeps the sperm from being viable. You must have decided to just let it all hang out on the Islands."

"It IS somewhat more comfortable that way," Patricia said, "and there was less danger in the Islands of someone I know noticing. I never really anticipated that someone would have a use for my sperm, but I'm glad to know that it works, and I'm ecstatic for those young ladies!"

"Anyway," I continued, "They are all due to give birth in mid-summer, and we're invited to help them celebrate. This is apparently a momentous occasion for the entire kingdom."

"Do you want to go?" Patricia asked, hopefully.

I smiled indulgently. "How well do you think I know you, dear? I took the liberty of replying in the affirmative on behalf of both of us, and while I was at it, made the travel arrangements, as well."

"What about the resort?" she asked, "Will they be able to accommodate us?"

"According to Le'ini, we shouldn't bother ourselves with that stuffy old resort." I replied, "Our accommodations will be in her village."

"Sounds fabulous!" my wife beamed, "I can hardly wait!"

"Now," I said, turning back to more immediate matters, "what was it you wanted to discuss with me?"

"Ah, yes! Our Mary! Here! I sweet-talked Detective Chase into making me a DVD of his little surveillance video," she said, "and I think you should see this!"

She thumbed a remote and the flat-panel TV hummed down from the library ceiling. The lights dimmed, and the picture came up with no title or credits, just the time and date stamp from the recording camera.

On the larger screen, the digital image showed much more detail than we had been able to see on the small monitor in the trailer.

This time, we were able to watch the entire sequence, from Hansen's first crude advances through Mary's attempts to evade him, all the while telling him to leave her alone, to the actual rape. It was painful to watch. After all, while I was deeply committed to Patricia, Mary and I had a long history together, and I couldn't help but feel somewhat protective.

At the point where Hansen first slammed into her pussy, Patricia zoomed in a little closer. It was not a screaming, hair pulling climax, but it was clear that, at that point, Mary had had a small orgasm! Twice more, as her rapist rammed her against the filing cabinets, Mary came, and again when he ripped into her ass! Her biggest orgasm, though, occurred when Hansen shot his load deep in her cringing rectum!

This was painful to watch for another reason. All those years of sexual incompatibility, only to find out, too late, that, had I used her the way I wanted to, instead of trying to TALK her into trying new things, Mary would probably have submitted to me the way she did to Hansen!

"Okay! Okay!" I said "I get the picture! I was a wimp and my wife wanted a cave-man! You can turn it off now, okay!"

"Gary!" Patricia said, steel in her voice, "Stop that right this instant! That is NOT why I showed you this!"

"Why, then?" I said, somewhat sullenly, I'm ashamed to admit.

"There is no way either of you could have known this about her!" my understanding wife took my hand and placed the back of it tenderly against her cheek, "The only way you could have known would have been by being an asshole of a husband. Hell, SHE didn't know until today!"

I shrugged, "So what's the point?"

Patricia paused, considering her next words carefully.

I sipped scotch, waiting patiently. I couldn't always predict the inner workings of my wife's mind, but I had never yet had reason to regret having listened to her ideas.

"I like her, Gary." Patricia said, finally, "I didn't think I would, but I like her. I also understand your desire to see that she's taken care of. I know that you would never intentionally do anything to hurt me, but if you could, you would like to see that she doesn't have to deal with the kinds of problems that put her in this position to begin with. Is that not so?"

Reluctantly, I nodded. I didn't believe for an instant that Patricia was jealous, but a lifetime of experience with women made me cautious, anyway.

"In that case, I would like to make her another offer." she said, staring into her snifter, "One that I hope will serve several purposes to all of our advantage. It's a delicate matter, however, and I'm going to have to ask you to trust me. Give me an hour alone with her in the playroom tomorrow, then join us. Can you do that?"

"You're not going to hurt her," I asked, though I already knew the answer, "or force her to do anything against her will?"

"No." Patricia understood my concern and didn't get upset, "I need you out of the way because this is a matter that requires some delicacy, and your straightforward approach is likely to do more harm than good."

Of the two of us, Patricia was by far the better negotiator, so I didn't require much convincing.

"Okay." I said, "Will you send for me, or shall I come in at the end of the hour?"

"I'll send for you." she smiled, "I promise you won't regret this, Gary."

Mary didn't wake up 'til nearly noon the next day, and we let her shower and eat before Patricia invited her to have a talk.

It was actually closer to two hours that I busied myself with bills and email before Edgar knocked discreetly to tell me that Mrs. Travis requested my presence in the playroom.

When I walked in, I was shocked at what I saw. Patricia wore a black bustier, skintight black leather pants and high-heeled black boots, and carried a riding crop. Her blonde hair was tightly bound into a severe bun. She looked every inch the dominatrix, but I had seen her like this before. What shocked me was Mary, whose pale, naked form knelt on the floor at Patricia's feet, wearing nothing but a metal collar attached to the leash in Patricia's hand. As she knelt, Mary gazed rapturously up at the severe countenance of my beautiful wife.

I looked to Patricia for guidance, and she handed me the leash, whispering "Stay in character!" as she left the room.

I looked down at Mary, instantly erect at the sight of my former wife in such a subservient posture, hands grasping opposite elbows behind her back, head held high by the broad collar.

"what is the meaning of this?" I asked, not totally sure in which character I was supposed to stay.

"Master Gary," Mary said meekly, in a voice I had never heard her use before, "may this worthless slave speak?"

"Speak!" I commanded, choosing the character into which Mary cast me.

"Master Gary," she asked, still in her little girl's voice, "would you please do this worthless slut the honor of accepting her as your slave on a trial basis?"

"Clarify!" I said.

"Please accept this slut and train her as your slave for three months." she almost whispered, "If, at the end of that time, you and Mistress Patricia decide that you would like to keep her as your slave, and she agrees, she will then become your slave for life."

"Mary, step out of character for a moment." I said gently, "Please explain to me how you came to be asking for this favor. Have you been punished, threatened, or coerced in any way?"

I knew that was not Patricia' style, but I wanted Mary to be clear that SHE wanted this, if she really did. Patricia can be VERY persuasive sometimes.

Mary was silent for a long moment.

"I wasn't sure what to expect when your wife asked to talk to me alone." she said, "When she brought me in here, well, I was afraid she had become a female Mr. Hansen! The thing is, she never touched me, never threatened me! All she did was walk me through my feelings, yesterday, and then here, in her presence. It was like pieces of a jig-saw puzzle falling into place."

Her voice held a tinge of wonder as she spoke.

"I now realize why we could never satisfy each other sexually when we were married." she said, "You were trying to be a good husband and get permission to do the things that, deep down inside, I wanted you to do without permission. I just never knew it! By the time she got through giving me a tour of my own psyche, by showing me the fixtures and implements in this, this, PLACE, and my reactions to them, I felt as though THIS is where I belong! When she made me the offer to be a slave to the two of you, to be used and abused for your pleasure, I felt like I was coming home! Gary, is she really that rich, that she can afford to support me for the rest of my life?"

"She is." I said, without elaborating, "And if she promises to do so, she will do it. Are you not frightened?"

"To the depths of my soul!" came Mary's heartfelt answer, "But I'm also elated at being given the chance!"

"You know there is no chance of you and I getting back together..." It was more a statement than a question.

"I know that, Gary." she replied, "A Master does not wed his slave. He only uses her for his pleasure."

"Did Patricia put that collar on you?" I asked.

"She only offered it." Mary's eyes closed, remembering, "I put it on and locked it in place. I cannot describe the emotions that went through me when that lock clicked shut! I have never been so frightened in my life, but that very fear went straight to my pussy! Gary, may I say something personal?"

"If it's not hateful or malicious."

"I'm glad you found Patricia." she said sincerely, "I hate to admit it, but she's a much better fit for you than I was. I think the two of you will continue to be very happy together, and before I submerge myself permanently in this role, I wanted the chance to tell you that..."

"And this is truly what you want?"

Mary looked me in the eye, and I could see how much she wanted this. "With all my heart." was all she said.

"Very well, slave!" I said, "I will accept you on a trial basis. Wait there and do not move!"

I pushed the intercom button and told Edgar to please notify Mrs. Travis that we were ready for her in the playroom. I was pleased that they had agreed on a trial period. It's easy to SAY you want to be someone's slave for life, quite another thing to live it!

"Well?" Patricia raised one imperious eyebrow as she entered.

"I think we should begin training immediately," I replied, "don't you?"

God! She looked so WICKED when she smiled!

"Slave!" I commanded, "Remove my clothes! I do not require touching or kissing. Simply get them off as quickly as you can without damaging them!"

Unlike Felicia, Mary knew where the fastenings were on men's clothing, and how to operate them. The new role had her a little nervous, but soon I stood before her nude and erect.

"Resume your former position!" I ordered, then, "Open your mouth!

"NO TEETH!" I warned as I positioned my cock.

I grabbed a double handful of Mary's red hair near her scalp, and simply plowed my way down her throat. She had been accustomed to fellating me, but had never tried to take all of me, so tears sprang from her eyes and she gagged repeatedly as I made my way into her mouth. The apprentice slave's hands remained locked to her elbows, however, and I gave her credit for sticking with it.

I wouldn't say that I was merciless with her, but I was rougher than I had ever been with anyone, and Mary, like in the video of her rape, reveled in the treatment! I gave her little chance to accomodate my shaft, simply raping her mouth and throat, and she accepted it!

When Patricia knelt behind her and coaxed her to shift to hands and knees, my wife gave me a wink.

"Just as I suspected!" she said, stroking Mary's long red hair, "She's sopping wet!"

Then she leaned over our new slave and whispered in her ear, loudly enough for me to hear.

"I promised you a big surprise, slave." she whispered seductively, "Are you ready for it?"

Mary's eyes rolled in her direction as she nodded.

I knew what the surprise was to be, so I thought I might help keep it a surprise.

"Eyes front, slave!" I commanded, "Until Mistress or I tell you otherwise, my cock is the center of your universe! Nothing else exists!"

She almost went cross-eyed trying to comply, then finally closed her eyes and concentrated on being a good fuck-hole for my plundering shaft. I kept a slow, steady, fucking motion going, and Mary's body finally began accepting the intrusion. Mascara ran in rivulets down her face from the tears of her earlier struggles, but now she settled in, twisting her head around my cock, moaning, and laving the shaft with her tongue.