Fourth Installment

Note: Fiction more interesting than fact as of late. I'll get back to my everyday life when it perks up just a bit. There's still plenty of everyday life to be had on www.aroundherfinger.com and Elise Sutton. I just sent Around Her Finger a very vanilla letter... I hope it posts!

Here's the fouth installment:

“Yes, I understand.”

There were two weeks before my wife Kay’s birthday. In those two week, Ryan approached me and asked me to give him an addition $3,500 to help pay for the gym equipment. “I will be training your wife in here,” he pointed out, “It only makes sense that you help pay for the equipment.”

In addition to giving him the money, I also helped getting the room ready. This included painting, setting up some a universal machine, and finally, installing a set of very small, indictable cameras in different locations in the room. The cameras created a very high quality image, and there was also a microphone which picked up every word spoken with ease. He had me set the monitors up in Suzanne’s pro dom chambers. There were four monitors capturing four different views, all stored in a locked armoire. There were also two sets of high quality headphone to listen in on the audio. While I had a lot of preconceived notions about what they might be planning, I obeyed Suzanne’s request to say nothing more about the training sessions.

When Kay’s birthday arrived, I was ready with several of my own gifts as well as the personal training gift certificates that Suzanne and Ryan had given me. She loved all her presents, including the gift certificates. I told her, as I had previously conspired with Ryan, that I did not know Ryan, but that he came highly recommended from a coworker that Kay did not know. There was a number on the gift certificate that she was to call to set up her first session.

It was about a week later; I arrived at Suzanne and Ryan’s home for my weekly appointment and was engaged in some housecleaning, kneeling to scrub the toilet in their master bedroom, when Ryan walked in on me. “Your wife called to set up her first session. She’ll be here at 8:00 next Monday, exactly one week from now. I’ll need you here at 7:00. Make sure you park your car in the garage; it will be left empty for you. Then shut the garage door and come inside. Got it?”

“Yes, Sir.” In truth, it hadn’t occurred to me that I would be expected to be here when she came for her sessions. My suspicions continued to linger, and did so all week until the morning of the appointment.

I arrived, as ordered, at 7:00. Ryan greeted me at the door wearing very stylish and flattering workout clothes, and instructed me to go into Suzanne’s chambers and undress. Ryan then positioned me on my knees in front of the monitors, and put a pair of headphones over my ears. He switched on the monitors giving me four different views of the workout room, and clicked on the audio. It was set at such a level that I could easily hear what was said both in the workout room and in the chambers as well. He then secured my legs to a stretcher bar and my hands behind my back, making me completely immobile.

Here I sat for about fifteen minutes staring at the motionless monitors. There was one focused on the universal machine, two on a massage table set in a back corner, and finally, one which was a panorama shot of the entire room. It was on this monitor that I first saw Ryan and a brunette woman appear. The woman was completely naked, and Ryan escorted her to the universal machine. She sat in the machine’s seat, and he knelt in front of her. She lifted her legs over his shoulders and he went down on her until she started to shake with her first orgasm. Then he moved her to the massage table where he laid her down and pulled off his workout clothes.

One of the massage table cameras was aimed at the head of the table and gave a close-up of the woman’s head. From this camera I could see that the woman was actually Suzanne wearing a wig. Ryan pounded her with his large cock as she arched her back and dug her fingernails into his shoulders. Suzanne, knowing where the cameras where hidden, looked directly into the one and smiled a wicked grin. “Oh, Ryan,” she said, “You fuck me so much better than my husband. I want to be your slut, your whore.” Ryan pulled his cock out of her and looked up at the camera as well. “Ryan, you haven’t cum yet,” protested Suzanne.

“No, Kay,” laughed Ryan, looking at the camera. “I want to save it for later.”

The two of them dismounted the massage table and disappeared from my monitors. Seconds later they opened the door to the chambers where I remained locked up in front of the screens. Ryan was stepping back into his workout clothes, but Suzanne remained naked and smelled of sex. “So did you like our little show? Could you see ok?” asked Suzanne.

“Yes,” I answered. “I could see and hear fine.”

“It turns you on doesn’t it?” questioned Suzanne, “the thought of Ryan fucking your wife?”

I did not answer.

“We’ll see,” said Ryan. “Not every woman can be seduced, but most can. I would say that the odds are pretty good that I’ll make your little Kay my little whore before it’s all over.”

“Don’t worry,” admonished Suzanne, leaning down to put her mouth close to my ear. I felt her as much as I heard her. “You’re such a good pussy licker, I’m sure she’ll keep you around. She’ll be Ryan’s little fuck pet, but you’ll be her little cuckold husband. Licking her pussy, getting her ready for Ryan’s cock.” She positioned her waist in front of me and pushed her closely trimmed crotch into my face. “But that will be fine with you because you love licking pussy, don’t you?” I stuck my tongue out, stretching it to the point where it hurt so that it could come in contact with the lips of her pussy, still swollen from Ryan’s fucking.

“And think how good her pussy will taste when it’s full of Ryan’s hot cum. You can be her little clean-up boy.” She pushed herself closer to me and my tongue darted straight for her clit. “Ahhh, you are a good pussy licker.”

We were interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell. Suzanne leaned back down close to my ear. “That must be Ryan’s little fuck pet at the door now,” she said. I heard Ryan’s footsteps and then the front door opening. This was the first time he and Kay would ever see each other. I heard muffled greetings and then the two of them walking past the closed door of Suzanne’s chambers and back to Ryan’s workout room. I watched them appear in the monitors and could hear their small talk clearly in my headphones.

On the one hand, it was impossible for me to deny that the idea of Ryan fucking Kay, and in the process cuckolding me, was hugely exciting. But not only was I sure that I would not want to my fantasy to become reality, I was also sure that it would never happen. Kay is an extremely conservative woman. I had tried to bring up my interest in female domination to her over the years, but she always shrugged it off as kinky and not her style. She was also a tremendously loyal woman and not particularly sexual, so I couldn’t imagine her giving into lust and allowing an affair with even an attractive man like Ryan. But even an affair would be one thing, an affair with my knowledge that constituted cuckolding could never happen. Not in a million years. For this reason I watched the personal training session with a sense of security that I know Suzanne and Ryan thought was naive.

Suzanne was dressed in a long-sleeve, full-length pants, tight-fitting workout outfit. She wore loose fitting soccer shorts over this outfit, making it sexy but modest at the same time. Her long, dark hair was pulled back in a pony tail. She was in great shape already, so these workouts really represented an opportunity to fine tune an already great body versus fix real problem areas.

I did notice that Ryan and Kay were really hitting it off. He was incredibly charming in addition to being very good looking, and Kay was clearly smitten. However, being attracted to someone was a long way from being seduced by them, so I remain unphased by the witty dialogue from Ryan and constant smiles from my wife.

Ryan seemed to be positioning Kay in exercises geared at maximizing my visual interest as much as her physical fitness. He had her do sit-ups where he stood lightly on her feet while she bent her back up halfway to his waist repeatedly and in sets of twenty at a time. Then he put her on the universal machine where she was made to push the bars together in front of her chest in a way that emphasized her cleavage. Then he had her positioned on the floor, on all fours, lifting and extending her leg behind her as he stood watching and coaching her with a perfect view to her posterior.

As I was watching all of this, Suzanne had moved away from me. I was startled when she came up behind me and, kneeling, placed her warm mouth on my neck. Then the cold sensation of her strap-on, generously covered in lube, pushed against the tight circle of my asshole, slipping slowly inside. “Your wife is very pretty,” she said. “What do you think she would say if she could see me fucking you now? “

“I don’t think it would go very well,” I whispered.

Unexpectedly, Ryan moved Kay from a free weight routine and onto the stair machine and told her he would be right back. I watched on the monitors as he stepped towards the door and out of the room. Kay was dutifully following through on Ryan’s instructions when he walked in on Suzanne and me. He leaned down and kissed Suzanne as she continued to fuck me with her strap-on. He squatted down to put his face level with mine and smiled at me. “You’ve got a hot wife, Jay-boy. I think I’d like to fuck her. I think she’d like to fuck me too, what do you think?”

“I don’t know,” I mumbled back.

“We’ll work on it together. It will take some time.” He rubbed my head as if I was his dog. “But right now, she’s got me so hot… and since I can’t fuck her….” He stood up and pushed down his workout pants, revealing his hardening cock. I opened my jaw and he began fucking my mouth in the same rhythm as Suzanne was fucking my ass. I imagined that it was the same rhythm that Kay marched to on the stair machine. Ryan finally exploded in my mouth. “Good boy,” he said. I cleaned him off completely as I had been trained to do. He pulled his pants back up and walked out of the room. Suzanne pulled her silicon cock out of my ass and left me to watch Ryan walk in on Kay.

“All right, you’re a hard worker,” I heard Ryan say through the headphones. Kay smiled back. “Let’s get you off the machine.”

“You pushed me pretty hard,” said Kay.

“Oh, you have no idea how far we’ll go; we’re just getting started. “ Ryan flashed a huge smile and Kay beamed. “We’re done with our workout, but I like to end all my sessions with a massage. It gives me a chance to work the lactic acid out of your muscles.”

“Oh,” said Kay, looking surprised. “But I’m all sweaty?”

“We can do this a few ways,” answered Ryan as he started laying towels out on the table. “You can hop up here right now, with all your clothes on, and I can give you the rub down through your clothes… I really could care less if you are sweaty or not. Or, you can take your clothes off and cover yourself up with the towels. I’m a certified professional, and I promise to be very respectful.”

“You may not care that I’m all sweaty, but I do,” said Kay. “Can I just take a rain check on the massage?”

“This time, I’ll allow it. Next time, you can bring a change of clothes and shower between the workout and the massage.”

“Deal,” said Kay. With that Kay gathered her bag, threw her towel over her neck and walked out of the room ahead of Ryan. I heard them say a pleasant goodbye and then the front door shut behind her. Ryan was walking back into the room with Suzanne and me as I listened to Kay’s car pulling out of the driveway.

“That was amazing,” exclaimed Ryan. “I’m training your wife as Suzanne is fucking your ass and you’re sucking my cock in the room right next door. I love it!” Still kneeling in front of the monitors, I bowed my head in exquisite shame. “This is going to take some time, and I’ll need your cooperation before it’s all over, but I really think this is going to work out. What do you think, Jay?”

“I don’t know, Sir.”

“Wrong answer, Jay.” There was a pause as he stepped over to the wall and pulled a leather paddle down. Some of Suzanne’s customers were true pain fans, and while I was not, the threat of corporal punishment was always made real by the presence of all the toys in the room. SMACK! The paddle hit my ass with what seemed to be the full force of Jay’s frustration with me. “I need you committed to the success of this project, Jay. I need you completely onboard!”

“Sorry, Sir. Yes, I think this will work out.”

“So let me hear you say it. Let me hear you say that you want to see me fucking your wife, that you want to become Kay’s cuckold.”

“Yes, Sir. I very much want to see you fuck Kay. I want to be cuckolded.”

“What else?” asked Suzanne.

“I want to suck Ryan’s cum out of my wife’s pussy. I’ll do everything I can to make that happen.”

“Good boy, Jay.” Ryan again patted my hair like a pet. “Now get dressed and get the fuck out of here.”

Third Installment

“In case you doubted anything that I’ve said,” explained Suzanne, “I’ve made copies of everything that we have. It’s all in this envelope.”

“I don’t doubt you,” I answered. “I’m grateful for what you have done. It is difficult for me, but I enjoy it.”

“Take the envelope just the same,” she said. “Did you finish the laundry?”

“Yes, ma’am. It’s all folded and laid out on your bed. You told me you didn’t want me putting it away.”

“Good boy. Finish cleaning this bathroom and meet me in my chambers. We’ll spend some time together.” I didn’t rush, but took my time to do a good job. When I was done, I cleaned myself up and met her in the chambers as has become our custom after my morning appointments. I stripped my clothes off and waited for her on my knees. She entered the room and took a seat on the throne chair in front of me. She handed me a tube of lotion and extended her foot. I began rubbing the lotion on her feet.

“Jay, I am so pleased that you like being my pet… that you like what I’ve done to you. It never would have happened if I didn’t force it. You know that don’t you?”

“Yes,” I answered. She was right.

“I think we can take your submission to a new level, add a whole new dimension to it. Would you like that?”

“It depends what you mean,” I said, still rubbing her feet.

“Will you trust me, Jay?”

“I’m scared….”

“Of course you are, Jay. You are terrified, but everything I do for you is for your own good.” She opened up her legs and revealed her beautiful pussy. “Come taste my pussy, Jay. There’s none of Ryan’s cum to get in the way, just my pussy… all for you.” I leaned in and tasted the divine musk of her body. She let me pleasure her for about fifteen minutes, cumming in fits before pulling my head away from her.

“Jay, does Kay have a birthday coming up? Or when is your anniversary? When’s the next occasion that you need to give her a gift?”

“Her birthday is in two weeks.”

“Perfect. Before you leave I have something for you to give her.”

“Yes. It’s our gift back to you for everything you have done. It is a gift certificate for twelve sessions with Ryan as her personal trainer.”

“But are you going to tell her anything? Why do you want….”

“Jay,” she pulled me back to her crotch. “Trust me, this is all for your own good.” I lost myself in her taste and smell. She leaned back in the chair, making her pussy and asshole both available to my mouth. I devoured her intimate region with a mindless devotion that made my head spin helplessly into subspace. I felt her finger brushing the back of my hair. “You love my pussy, don’t you, Jay?”

“Yes, yes I do.”

“Then say nothing more about the gift certificates. Give them to your wife, and let Ryan take it from there. We are putting a gym into what’s now an unused bedroom. She will come here for her training sessions, but this room will be locked up. She’ll never know about this room and what her husband does to my pussy in here. Ok?”

Spinning: Installment 2

I went back to my office that afternoon, and interacted with everyone as if I had just run a couple of errands at lunch. Who could possibly suspect that I had paid a woman to lick her asshole, to let her fuck me, to make me clean her kitchen? I was the big man in the office. Everyone looked up to me at work, yet all I could think of was how good it felt surrendering to Suzanne. She definitely knew what made me tick.

I went home that night and kissed Kay. While I hadn’t sucked another man’s cock, I had licked Suzanne’s asshole, and this thought occurred to me as Kay’s lips touched my own. Kay was beautiful. She was older than Suzanne, but she looked just as young. She was tall and thin with long, dark hair, smallish breasts, but with perfect curves at her waist. Her profile showed delicate features and the line of her neck was tight and elegant. Why did I need to run around on her with a woman that humiliated me, that brought me down to the status of her pet, her possession?

That night as I lay in bed next to Kay, she rolled over and kissed my neck. This was her sign that she wanted attention. “Not tonight, Sweetheart. I have to get up early.” I rolled over to mask my erection and spent hours trying to fall asleep. When the alarm clock finally rang at 5:45, I felt as if I had just dozed off moments ago. I got up, showered, and headed out the door to run my appointed errant.

There was no light around Suzanne’s house. I parked the car in the back of her driveway and stepped out to the back door with my key. I opened the door, went inside, and found the coffee already made as promised. I was pulling together the cream and sugar when I heard noises coming from the bedroom. I placed everything on a large tray that had been set out for me, and carried it with me as I tiptoed back towards their room so as not to be heard. The door was open and from the dim light that filtered in from the approaching dawn, I could see Suzanne on her hands and knees on the bed, Ryan fucking her hard and fast from behind. He was leaning forward with his mouth on the back of her neck. She turned her head and saw me, flashing me a wicked smile that let me know I was intended to see this.

I stood silent and still in the doorway, holding the tray like a Victorian butler. Ryan pulled himself straight, clenched his fists at either side of his waist, and let out a huge cry as he filled Suzanne with his seed. I was fully dressed, in slacks a dress shirt and a tie, but I could feel my cock throbbing between my legs.

Suzanne grabbed two pillows and positioned them below her stomach. Ryan remained inside of his lover. “Put the tray down, Jay. Come over here.” She let herself fall down against the pillows below her. “What do you want to do first? Do you want to clean Ryan’s cock, or do you want to suck Ryan’s cum out of my pussy?” I stood silent as my mouth dropped in shock. Was she serious?

“I think he better clean my cock first,” said Ryan. “I have to get to work.”

“I want out, I said. “I think this has gone too far. I don’t think I can do this.” They looked at each other and laughed.

“Jay,” said Suzanne, “does the number 555-305-1212 meaning anything to you?”

“Uh, yes, where did you get that number? It was Kay’s cell phone number.

“Ryan got it off your Blackberry while you were… I don’t know… sucking my asshole, or getting fucked by me, or telling me you loved my pussy more than your wife’s.”

“You wouldn’t….”

“Shut the fuck up and suck my boyfriend’s cock, Jay.”

I went to the bed. Jay stood up on the bed which put his cock at about the height of my mouth. I leaned in, allowing Ryan to stick the cum-covered head of his cock inside of my mouth. “This is what it feels like to really be controlled, Jay. Do you like it? What’s the matter, can’t talk with a full mouth? Jay, I really don’t care if you like it or not. I think deep down you are probably a cum-sucking whore, but it doesn’t matter to me. All that matters is that you obey me. When I tell you to do something, you do it.

Ryan’s cock was semi-hard inside of my mouth, and the truth was that I did enjoy it. I did not enjoy it for its own sake, but rather because I really did like being forced to do something beyond my limits. I was being blackmailed, but I was being controlled, and ultimately this is what I craved. I was thinking of this as the oddly bitter taste of Ryan’s cum and Suzanne’s juices filled my senses with this unique new experience.

“He’s cleaned me up pretty good, Suzanne. It’s your turn.” Ryan stepped away and jumped down off the bed. He stepped towards the bathroom without even looking back at me. This left me alone with Suzanne, here ass raised on the pillows and the swollen lips of her pussy leaking Ryan’s cum. I positioned myself behind her and made quick work of cleaning her up. I could hear the water in the shower turn on as Ryan was getting himself ready for work.

“Lay on your back,” commanded Suzanne. “Let’s let gravity help you out.” She mounted my face and nearly smothered me with her crotch. I lapped and licked hungrily at her pussy as Ryan’s cum drained into my mouth. “You know,” she said, “If you think that your wife’s phone number is all I’ve got to keep you honest, you’d be very wrong. Would you like to know what was happening while you were blindfolded in my chambers yesterday?” I couldn’t respond as my mouth was completely covered. She knew this, and her question was meant to mock me.

“Ryan made a photo copy of your drivers license, took a picture of your car in my driveway… oh and he hid something in your car. You’ll never find it, but we can always tell your wife where to find it. We also wrote down the phone numbers and emails of a bunch of folks in your Blackberry, including your boss, your parents, all sorts of folks. Best of all, remember when you were kissing my pussy yesterday and telling me how much more you loved it than your wife’s pussy… we got it all on video. We also got you telling me how you would lick my ass, suck another man’s cock, and then go home and kiss your wife. I bet Kay wouldn’t like that. What do you think?”

Again, I couldn’t speak. I heard the water in the shower shut off. She rolled off of my and lay back on the bed. “All day long you’ll smell like pussy and cum, just like a slut. Go get me my coffee. I walked over and brought the tray to the bed, kneeling and presenting it to her. She put in one spoon of sugar and poured just a tiny bit of cream into the cup. “This is how I like it. Next time bring it to me already made. Ryan likes two spoonfuls of sugar and no cream.” She fixed the second cup like Ryan likes it. “Go, bring this to him.”

I put the tray back on the floor and walked the cup into Ryan. He stood in front of the mirror in a pair of boxer briefs brushing his teeth. “Hey coffee bitch, what’s up?” I handed Ryan his coffee. “You like sucking my cock this morning?” I nodded. “Good boy,” he said, rubbing the top of my head with his hand. He stepped past me and out of the bathroom. He picked a workout outfit from his closet and put it on. Suzanne was lying back in the bed sipping her coffee.

“Kneel at the end of the bed,” commanded Suzanne. I obeyed and took my place. Ryan was leaning down and tying the laces on his sneakers. He stepped past me and kissed Suzanne goodbye before leaving. “He’s a personal trainer,” explained Suzanne surprising me that even considered my obvious curiosity a matter worth wasting words over.

“Jay, let me explain what will be expected from you. You will, beginning at the first of this month, bring me one thousand dollars. I really think that this is incredibly modest given your status in life.”

“But….” I started to talk.

“Shut up, Jay. I don’t want excuses; I don’t want to hear about difficulties. I control you. I will tell you what I expect, and you will figure out how to deliver. Second, I will need you about once or twice a week to come over here. I’ll pick one morning a week and try to keep that a regular appointment. I’ll give you different task to do… cooking, cleaning, whatever I need. If you are lucky, I’ll give you the sort of attention that I know a submissive slut like you needs. The sort of attention you got this morning. The other appointment every week will be to help out in my sessions. I can charge an extra $100 for forced-bi sessions, but I need a cock for my clients to put their mouths on… yours will do nicely. I’ll let you wear a hood so that your identity will be protected, but I will whore you out as part of your duties to me. Ok, that’s it. You can leave now.”

I stood up. “Suzanne, may I ask a question?”

“One question, yes.”

“Will this ever end?”

“I don’t know. Now go.”

I walked from her room, taking the tray with me. My mind was spinning with how I was going to adjust to this new element in my life. She was right about one thing; I did ask for this. Now that I had it, I wasn’t sure I could really handle it. I was being blackmailed, but it was such a rush, touching the parts of my brain that had craved stimulation my entire life. This was a permanent state of subspace.

I went to work that morning and could barely keep focused. Because I managed our finances, I knew I could handle the monthly tribute for at least a year before Kay would notice, but in the long run, it might become tricky. Also, I could probably handle the morning meetings as that was earlier than I typically started scheduling appointments. It would be the random service calls, to handle the forced-bi sessions that concerned me. Juggling these might become a nightmare. And what else might Suzanne and Ryan have in store for me? Time would tell, but it seemed like I was getting in deeper than I had ever dreamed possible.

(more to come soon)