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Friday Afternoon...
This week seems to have flown by for Lisa and me. Despite my sore ass, I've been cleaning Molly's house daily, and have avoided more punishment from her. Molly has set me to a couple of humiliating tasks, such as taking me shopping for panties, making sure everyone in the shop knew they were for me, and to getting measured for a gown for Halloween. She also has me walking in four inch heels, so I'll be comfortable in them for eight plus hours the night of the party. I've found a personal safe in Molly's closet, and came up with plan to have a lock smith come over to crack it for me. I've been to the bank, changed over my accounts, and printed up fake statements showing I make one third of my actual salary, and I visited a Army/Navy Surplus store to buy the uniform I'll need to con the safe guy. Lisa has found three potential computer geeks and is working on an introduction, and I've installed a slave drive to my comp, and gave Lisa the password for Molly, so our plans are coming along, but I'd like to end this as soon as possible.
Molly is in her office, meeting with Lisa and a girl named Kendra, the door is closed, and I'd give my left nut to know what they're planning. I'm in the kitchen with the plug up my ass, and wearing nothing but the heels, and I'm busy wiping down the refrigerator with a stainless steel polish when Molly sneaks up behind me, and wiggles the plug base, causing me to jump. I quickly turn to see Molly standing there smiling, and I lower my eyes in expectation.
"I haven't forgotten about you, toy. I've been busy, so I've neglected you this week, but that ends tonight... Go home and get some rest, come back here at eleven this evening, understood?"
"Yes Master," I reply softly.
"Keep up the good work," she says with her smile, and caresses my cheek, "now go."
I step into my jeans and sweatshirt, and slip out the back door. I quickly hit my computer to put the finishing touches on the pictures I've photo shopped, and print them out. I slide the photos into the frames I've bought, and slip them into a small duffel I have waiting, and change into the US Army BDU's I purchased at the surplus store.
Lisa comes barging up the stairs with a frightened look on her face. "What's wrong?" I ask in alarm.
"I don't have time to tell you right now, I need your bra, padded panty, breast forms, and wig, right now, she's waiting!"
"Ok love," I say and retrieve the items from my bedroom. "I'm gonna try to crack the safe tonight, if you can, give me advance warning when you're coming back."
"I'll text you if I can, I gotta go, I love you."
"Love you too," I say to her retreating back. Making sure I have everything I need for my plan, and wishing I could have gotten a hair cut, I take up post downstairs, and wait for the girls to leave Molly's.
When they depart, I let myself in to Molly's place and begin to set up doctored photos of me wearing my fatigues in Iraq, and Afghanistan. They're not perfect, but I'm hoping the locksmith will buy my story, and just take a cursory glance at them. Once I have the photo's in place, I tuck my hair up under my ACU cap as best as I can, and make the call. An hour later, a guy around my age shows up and I let him in, he looks around and asks me to show him the safe I needed opened.
"Are you the owner of this safe sir?" He asks, eying the the clothes hanging in the closet."
"No, it's my sister's, she's been in an accident, and I need to get in there to find her personal papers."
"Can't she give you the combination, sir? Technically, without written authorization, I can't open the safe for you."
"Sir, she's in critical condition, and I don't know when or if she'll come out of the coma... Cmon man, I'm desperate here, I've been pulled out of Afghanistan, flown half way around the world, and have no idea if my only living relative is going to survive the accident, and if she does, she may have severe brain damage, and need long term care... Help a brother out, please?"
He looks around and apparently believing my story, asks to see my license. He frowns a bit when my last name doesn't match the listed owners, and is from Idaho, but I tell him about the bitter divorce, and her move to Illinois. He walks out to the bedroom to look at the pictures I set up and finally agrees, it takes him about five minutes to crack the combination, and give it to me. I pay him his fee, and tip him $50 and show him to the door.
Ecstatic my plan actually worked, I gather up all my pictures and toss the duffel over the fence into my yard, before examining the contents of the safe. I don't want any evidence laying around if the girls come home early. but what I find is disappointing, to say the least. Yeah I find the stills Lisa gave her of me, and a copy of the rape DVD, some jewelry, and insurance papers, but no evidence of blackmail of anyone else. I leave everything where it is, figuring I could get it anytime now, and head home depressed. I trash the army photos and uniform, knowing Molly will eventually search my place, and head to Ricobene's for some food.
'Damn it, I need more information!' I think as I eat my dinner, 'I need to get into her work office somehow, and find out where she banks.' With the exception of Molly's computer, I've searched her home pretty damn thoroughly, and unless she has some secret compartment, she doesn't keep any physical evidence she may have at home. Since I got nowhere with the safe after wasting four hundred bucks, I decide it's time to take drastic action. First I purchase a cell phone spying program that will allow me to listen to any of Molly's calls and read any texts she sends or receives.
(This is real technology dear readers, it's only $70 bucks, and completely legal.)
Next I buy a voice activated recording device, with mini microphone, which I plan on installing in Molly's office chair, and finally a fiber optic pinhole camera, which I'll attach to her desk lamp. Now I just have to wait for them to arrive, and plant them. I receive a text from Molly at ten thirty "reminding" me to be at her place by eleven, to wear what she has waiting for me and await further instructions on my knees, bedside. I go over at ten fifty and find this ridiculous contraption called a Prisoner Belt and a leather dog collar.
It's a thick black leather belt with wrist restraints, a cock ring, and butt plug harness. I strip and slide into the collar and belt, and secure my left wrist, before kneeling, and placing my right wrist in it's restraint. I hear the girls come in around eleven fifteen, and go into Molly's study. As I kneel there I try to listen in to the muted conversation in the study, but I can't make out the words. After ten minutes of conversation, the talking ends and someone leaves by the back door. An attractive young girl around Lisa's age, with brown hair steps into the bedroom and pauses as she see's me. She's wearing a classy taupe business skirt suit, with a white silk blouse, and three inch pumps, I notice she has a very nice rack. She glances at my cock before stepping up to me and securing my right wrist cuff. "Master sent me to fetch you," she says in a bored monotone, as if she sees kneeling naked men all the time. She snaps a leash onto my collar, and gestures me to stand up.
Judging by the tone of her voice, I'd bet Molly has something on her, so I say, "Molly is blackmailing you, too?"
She rolls her eyes and makes a little grunting noise, then leads me to the study. Molly is sitting behind her desk looking very pleased about something, and snaps her fingers at me. She points at the cubbyhole beneath her desk, and rolls her chair back to allow me access to the space. With my arms secured at my waist, it takes me a good five minutes to maneuver myself into the desired spot. Molly's stockinged foot absently rubs my cock as she and the young lady discuss the events of the evening.
"Here is the money I promised you, my girl," Molly says, as her hand reaches down to grab my hair. She pulls my face in between her thighs, and snaps, "lick me, boy!"
I lean forward and force my face deep between her thighs, and start licking her through her wet panties.
"It was easier than I thought," Kendra? Says, "he was all over me in his office like we were told he would be, I barely had to hand him the bribe before he invited the both of us to a private party."
"Very good, and Lisa?"
"She did well, especially when we exchanged the room key in the lobby, and in the parking lot after we went for the wine. I haven't seen the video, but she says she's good at that kind of stuff, and she was smooth throughout the plan."
Molly is letting out soft whimpers now, and in a breathy voice, says, "you did very well tonight, consider your debt paid in full, I suggest you get out of town... You may leave now."
Molly hands the girl a Manila envelope, and she leaves without another word. "Stop!" She orders me after the girl leaves, and rolls her chair back. Taking the leash in hand, she has me get to my feet, and follow her to the bedroom. Molly shoves me onto the bed, and rolls me onto my back, and looks down at me with a lustful look. The hungry look on her face never changes as she slowly strips her clothes off, once she's naked, she climbs onto the bed and places her knees on either side of my head.
"My pretty, pretty toy," she murmurs as she lowers her ass over my face, "that's right, worship my ass, like a good slave." Molly's narration continues, "kiss my asshole, I want to feel that tongue buried deep."
Molly leans forward a bit to allow me to breathe, her left hand teases my nipples, and she uses the nails on her right hand to stroke my balls and the under side of my limp cock. "Time to get hard for me toy," she says seductively, and I feel myself starting to respond to her touch, and tone. Molly shifts her hips and lays her bald pussy on my lips as she takes my semi erect cock into her mouth. Once her hot lips wrap around my head, I get fully erect, and feel the cock ring tighten around the base of my shaft. I close my eyes tightly, and lose myself in the moment.
My tongue starts lapping at her dripping snatch, and I fight with my bonds to reach up and wrap my hands around her ass. "No no toy, you're not allowed to touch me tonight," she says in an amused tone, after releasing my erect dick from her mouth. Molly starts whimpering, and shuddering as her cum floods out of her pussy, all over my face. After two or three orgasms, Molly crawls down my body to impale her wet pussy on my cock in a reverse Cowgirl.
She's tighter than I expected, as she rides me hard and fast. After five or six minutes I watch her back and shoulders shudder with another string of orgasms. With a satisfied sigh, she dismounts, and lays on her side of the bed panting. She rolls me onto my stomach, and I feel her bite down on her previous mark, drawing blood, and a hiss of pain from me. Molly lays there panting for a good five minutes before rolling off the bed, she walks around to my side of the bed and releases my wrists. "Change the sheets, then you are dismissed... I decided to reward Lisa by giving you two the entire day off tomorrow, be here Sunday morning at eleven. You are to have your plug in place, and wearing your Bears panties... Remember, even though I have no need of you, you will wear panties tomorrow, and every day."
"Yes Master, thank you Master."
I quickly change the sheets and make the bed before dressing, I drop the soiled sheets into the washer, and head home.
I step through my back door to a blasting TV, I step into the family room to find Lisa sitting in a chair, drinking wine straight out of the bottle. I pick up the remote and turn the TV off.
"You wanna tell me about it?" I ask a drunk Lisa.
She looks up at me with glassy eyes, and says, "you smell like pussy... Leave me the fuck alone!"
Angrily I grab the bottle out of her hand, walk to the kitchen and pour the remainder out. I start a pot of coffee, and go upstairs, pull the ass plug out, and grab a quick shower. I dress in sweats, and head back down to the kitchen. I pour two cups of coffee and head back to the family room. Lisa is laying on the sofa weeping, and I'm at a loss at what to do.
"Here, have some coffee, Goddess." I finally say, kneeling beside her.
"I may be in some deep shit here."
"Tell me what happened, and we'll figure it out together."
"The Cunt may have bitten off more than she can chew this time, and I'm an accomplice."
"What did you do?"
"Molly made Kendra and me set up a state Senator for blackmail!"
"Aw shit! How bad is it?"
"Chris, it's bad! She's blackmailing Charles Dirk, the guy running unopposed for the US Senate..."
"Is she fucking insane? Tell me what happened."
"Molly made an appointment for Kendra and me to see the Senator, we acted like representatives of a company looking to "appeal" to the man to change his mind on a certain piece of legislation. I had a button cam, and a small video camera in my briefcase, and recorded Dirk accept twenty five thousand dollars from Kendra."
"Holy shit! Would he recognize you if he saw you again?"
"I don't think so, I used your breast forms and padded panty, and wore a curly red wig, so I doubt it, besides he couldn't take his eyes off Kendra... Chris, that's not all we did."
"There's more?"
"Yeah, we were told that Dirk was a womanizer, and he was all over us in his office. Kendra flirted with him, so he invited us to go and celebrate with him. As planned, I declined, and Kendra accepted."
"I followed them to a motel after changing my disguise, and followed Kendra into the office while Dirk tried to hide in the car. Kendra passed me their room key and I planted the cameras while they went to go buy strawberries and champagne. I dropped the key in her open purse in the lot while she distracted him with a kiss, and took off."
"Oh no!"
"Chris... Kendra is only sixteen, and Molly has Kendra fucking him on video, and then holding up her Drivers License to prove she's underage."
"Mother Fucker! She looked a lot older at Molly's!"
"You saw her?"
"Yeah, Molly had her come to the bedroom and lead me into the study on a leash, I was under Molly's desk when she freed her, gave her money, and told her to get out of town."
"Oh my God! The Cunt released her, and told her to leave town?"
"Yeah, so what is Molly expecting from Dirk?"
"I don't know, I left before Molly showed up. They were all gone when I went back for the cameras."
"Damn it, we need that tape! We could use this against her!"
"I still have it, Molly will want me to copy and edit it... Do you have any idea how dangerous this could be?" Lisa says in a worried tone, "this guy has access to amazing resources, Chris! He could have the FBI, look into this!"
"Maybe, but I don't think he'll take that chance, at least not until he wins the election, and by then, chances are he'll only remember Kendra, and Molly if she's stupid enough to meet him in person... I wonder what Molly had on Kendra to force her into this... Jesus Christ, she's just a kid!"
"That "kid" was making between five and ten thousand dollars a week as a call girl, don't let her age fool you, Chris. Molly was appointed her counselor in a last ditch effort by her Attorney to keep her out of jail."
"WHAT! You have got to be kidding me!"
"Her story was pretty big news around here in February, she was the youngest escort arrested in a high dollar prostitution sting... She actually seduced the first Psychiatrist assigned to her, and completely ruined the guy. From what she told me, her Lawyer shopped around for the most liberal Judge she could find, and got him to agree to let Molly try to council her one last time, before locking her up."
"How do you know all this?" I ask incredulous.
"We talked on the way to the Senator's office, she's a very shrewd young lady, and hates Molly with a passion."
"My God, what kind of monster is Molly?"
"One who has us under her thumb, so we have to be very careful here."
"Molly gave me the day off tomorrow, why don't we go somewhere? Let's get away from here for a while, ok?"
Lisa smiles sadly, "yeah, I'd like that... Wanna go check out a museum, or the Aquarium?"
"Sure, whatever you want, Sweetheart... Let's get some sleep, ok?"
Saturday...
We decide to get an early start, to make the most of our free time, so I set my alarm for seven thirty. Lisa showers, so we can get up and go, as I clean up the coffee cups we used. We're out the door by eight, and head down to the Loop. Our first stop is the Museum of Broadcast Communications per Lisa's request, and despite myself, I find it almost as fascinating as Lisa. We spend three hours hand in hand, touring the museum, before deciding it was time for lunch. We eat at Harry Carey's before going to the Field Museum.
As a California boy, I gotta admit Chicago's lakefront is pretty impressive, with great architecture, and beautiful skyline. Even more impressive is the museum, from the Columns outside, to the exhibits inside. Although I'm more of a science guy, I'm enjoying the natural history on display. At some point during our tour I realize we're acting like a normal, vanilla couple, despite the fucking panties Molly's forcing me to wear. No dominant, no slave, just two normal people who appear like they're in love. As we're leaving the museum, I stop walking and pull Lisa into a kiss. After a moments shock, she returns it, melting into my arms.
"Whew! What was that for?" Lisa asks breathlessly.
"Just because... No Goddess,'s no slaves, no Molly, just you and me, acting normal."
"It is nice, and I'm having a wonderful time, but don't think you're getting off that easy Batman." Lisa whispers in my ear, "I don't think we... I can go back to vanilla status with you, I hope you can understand that."
"No, I can't... Goddess." I say, in a sad tone, the magic of the moment lost. Lisa wraps her arm around mine possessively, and that trapped feeling returns like a punch in the face. We walk back to my truck in silence, and I open her door before walking around and climbing in. As I raise the key to the ignition, Lisa places her hand over mine, and turns to look at me.
"Chris, we need to talk about this."
"Ok, talk," I say, guarded.
"I'm an only child, and I always got my way. Even before I knew what BDSM was, boys had to do what I said, if they wanted to be my friend... I don't know what it's like to be in a vanilla type relationship, and I'm not sure I could give up control to find out."
"Yeah, but I never wanted, or asked to be turned into a mindless puppet, with no say in what I do! You think I enjoy walking around with a plug up my ass, or wearing woman's shit, or kneeling, naked in front of strangers at your, or Molly's whim?"
"No, but have I asked any of that of you? Except the Catwoman costume, of course."
"No, but you still want to control me, and have me do things I don't want to do."
"Jesus Christ, Chris, don't be so naive! Every relationship has it's sacrifices! You really think most guys would want to go see that chick flick, instead of the latest action blockbuster? EVERY relationship is built on compromise."
"Where are you compromising?"
"I'm not micro managing you, am I? I haven't humiliated you in public, I let you orgasm every time we have sex, and I haven't made you wear that sexy club dress your sister has hanging in her closet, despite how badly I want to dress you and take you dancing... So as Dominants go, I've been very lenient with you, wouldn't you agree?"
"Yes," I answer honestly, "you haven't done any of those things," I finally have to admit. "You have given me a long leash, but it's still a leash none the less."
"Welcome to the wonderful world of relationships, that leash works both ways, you know... So, you like Japanese food?"
I can't help but laugh at that, and we head over to Tokyo Marina for dinner. We stop at Lisa's apartment so she could grab some things before heading back to my place. As I'm waiting for Lisa to pack, my phone rings.
It's Sophie...
"Uh, hi Soph, what's up?" I ask, trying to cover up my panic. Lisa's head whips around, and her eyes narrow dangerously as she mouths speaker.
"Where are you?" Sophie's voice blares from my speaker. I can tell by the tone of her voice, she's pissed about something.
Just then Lisa receives a text, and her face drains of color.
"I'm in the city, where are you?"
"At your house... With Molly! Why didn't you tell us?"
Shit! I think, trying to come up with something. "We've only been together a week, I was going to surprise you when you guys came back." I answer, lamely.
"Hello Christopher," Molly purrs, "I think you should come home, we have much to talk about, don't you agree?"
"Yyyes Mas, Molly, I'll be there as soon as possible."
"Do be careful, we wouldn't want you to have an accident, would we... Darling."
Sophie's amused voice comes over my speaker before I can respond. "Carrie's in New York... Darling, so I'm here by myself, and we really need to talk... Really."
"Yeah, sure, I should be there in about forty five minutes, see ya then." I look at Lisa in a panic, and she shrugs a "don't look at me, I don't know what to do," look.
"I got to go, there's no telling what those two are talking about." I say, heading towards the door.
"Wait, I'm coming with you!"
"Goddess, that's not a good idea," I say, panicking again.
"Damn it Chris, my car is in Molly's garage! It has all my school stuff in it and I need it... I'll jump out a block away, and sneak in and get it when you give me the all clear... Chris, I know your a terrible liar, but you can't let Molly know I knew about the baby, or she'll have both our asses."
"Ok, I'll do my best, we better go," I say, heading for the door. It take forty long quiet minutes for me to get home, I drop Lisa off, and pull into my garage, as I enter the house through the kitchen door.
Both Molly and Sophie are sitting at the kitchen table drinking wine, and they both stand as I walk in. Molly's expression is somewhere between amused, and deadly. Sophie's expression is surprise mixed with worry. Deciding that boldness is the right move, I walk up to Molly, and kiss her deeply, with my hands going to her ass.
"Hi Sexy, sorry I'm late, I lost track of time at the museum... Fascinating place!" I pivot and take Sophie in a hug, and peck her on the lips. "You should have told me you were coming."
"Sophie, will you excuse us, Christopher, may I talk to you for a minute?" Molly say's sweetly.
"Sure Babe, Soph, I'll be back in a minute."
"Sure, have fun tonight Molly, maybe we'll see each other before I fly out tomorrow." Sophie goes to her room and Molly takes my hand and squeezes it hard as she leads me out the back door.
I wait until we're in her house before dropping to my knees and saying, "Master, I can explain..."
"Stop!" Molly say's softly, "when were you going to tell ME about the baby?"
"I'm sorry Master, but with everything that happened, it slipped my mind."
"IT SLIPPED YOUR MIND? You're telling me that you forgot to tell me your sister asked you to get your ex pregnant?"
"Yes Master, my mind has been on my new... Our new relationship, I'm so sorry Master."
"And why didn't you mention our... Relationship, to them?"
"I didn't want to give anything away, Carrie would have picked up on my distress had I called her."
"Distress... Are you still distressed, Christopher?"
"No Master, I've accepted my position now, I'm yours."
Molly presses her pointer fingers to her lips, and stares at me. She finally says, "why is it every time I turn around, you manage to surprise me? I hate fucking surprises, damn it! I should be furious at you, but for some reason I can't explain, I'm not."
"Master?"
"I can't figure you out, damn it! You haven't resisted me in any way, you behave like a submissive who's found the Dominant he's been searching for all his life, do all the right things, act like a gentleman in public, all this when you should be fighting me every step of the way."
"Master..."
"Shut up, I'm not through... Normally I keep my slaves in chastity, but I've already made an exception for Lisa, so I can't see a reason to stop you from making your sister happy, even if that means allowing you to fuck Sophie... Does Lisa know about this?"
"No Master, as I said, it slipped my mind, you're not mad?"
"Oh, I'm mad alright, but this is my fault... I see I rushed into our "relationship" before I gathered enough information... I should have taken my time with you."
"If I displease you Master, I still have the ten thousand dollars to offer."
Molly scoffs at that, and replies, "I have more than enough financial slaves, I'd rather keep you as my personal slave, even if you are turning into a pain in my ass! Now I have to go, I'm running late as it is, be here tomorrow morning at ten thirty, I have a few more things to say to you."
"Ah, so your ok with this?"
"Chris, right now I don't know what to think... I'm all for gay rights, and know what kind of hassle, and expense they would incur if they try adoption. Frankly, I'd rather they choose the child's donor, than not know... I think you're doing a wonderful thing for them, but it changes nothing between us, understand?"
"Yes Master."
As soon as I step outside I text Lisa and warn her Molly was home, but leaving very soon. I step through my back door to find Sophie on her phone, waiting for me. She hands me the phone without a word, and I wince at Carrie's booming voice coming out of the speaker. "Why the fuck didn't you tell us you were seeing Molly?"
"Ah, because it's none of your business who I date!" I say loudly, pissed off by her attitude.
"Jesus Christ Chris... Molly? She's old enough to be our... Aunt or something."
"Sis, I love ya to death but, my private life is my own... Butt out." Sophie looks like she wants to say something, but my glare stops her before she says anything.
Carrie completely ignores me, as usual, and continues, "she's all wrong for you, Brother! You're going to end up hurt... What happened to Leslie?"
"She was too busy with school and clinical's, now do me a favor and drop it!"
"Fine! I guess Sophie and I will find a different donor then, seeing how your "private life" is none of our concern!"
"That's your choice, if you don't want me any longer, that's ok with me." I say on an unconcerned tone.
"STOP IT, BOTH OF YOU!" Sophie says loudly, "Chris is right, who he dates is none of our business, and Chris, we care because we love you, and still feel guilty about the past. Now I don't know what Molly told Chris a minute ago, but when I spoke to her, she was supportive of the decision."
"She is," I say conflicted. On one hand I want to tell them everything, but I couldn't face the shame of what I did to get myself into this in the first place.
"Sis, Leslie and I had a fight last weekend, and Molly gave me a shoulder to cry on. You guys were in flight, so I couldn't call you, and one thing led to another. Right now, it's nothing serious between us, we're just going to take it day by day, ok?"
"Alright Bro," Carrie says, mollified, "but if anything happens, I'm making it my mission to find the perfect girl for you."
"Oh God, Chris, she'll have you speed dating Flight Attendants if you don't watch yourself!" Sophie says with a grin. "Love, you want to tell him, or shall I?"
Oh shit, more plotting?
"Bro, Sophie is there to try and conceive, everything looks good on our end, and our OB printed out a chart of the best possible times. This weekend is the best time in a month, and if your still willing, we hoped you would start tonight."
"Oh, wow, ah, yeah I'm still willing, but I didn't know it would be this quick... Don't you..." Sophie's panicked head shake halts my next words. "Yeah Sis, we can start tonight," I finish saying.
In a teary voice Carrie says, "best Brotha Evah! I love you."
"I love you too, stay safe in New York."
"Bye Lover, I'll see you in a couple of days." Sophie ends the call.
"Alright Soph, what was that all about?" I ask perplexed.
"Nice to see you too... Tell me, how would you feel if your partner was going to make love to another person, and you knew about it?"
"Hey, you guys asked me! It's not like she'll be walking in on us fucking like rabbits!"
"That's true, and we were wrong back then, but try to see this from her point of view... Yes she knows, but it doesn't make it any easier for us. How would YOU feel if you knew that no matter what you did, you couldn't be the one to give your partner the one thing you both wanted more than life itself?"
"I do know what that's like, remember?"
"This is different, what you and I had was fun, but it wasn't meant to be any more than it was. What Carrie and I have is, I don't know... Once in a lifetime... Like we were meant for each other, when was the last time she called you crying because we had a fight?"
"I don't remember," I mumble, deep in thought.
"I do... It's been four years, and nine days since she and I had a serious fight, and it was over reconciling with you! Yeah we have disagreements, and occasional petty squabbles, but we love each other so deeply, we always make up before we go to bed."
"So what does that have to do with the baby?"
"Carrie is hurting right now, she wants our baby so badly, she's willing to let me be intimate with you... She wanted to be here, but I talked her out of it, knowing how painful it would be having sex while she was here."
"Then the logical answer would be artificial insemination, wouldn't it?" I ask, confused by the emotional hurdle the baby is causing.
"We want the conception to be as natural as possible, remember?"
"I remember, but I don't... Can't let this drive a wedge between Carrie and I."
"It won't Sweetie, that's the reason she chose not to be here. She is ok with us doing it, but didn't think she could be in the same house as us during the conception."
"Alright, so when do you want to ah, you know?"
"Whenever you're ready... Is it ok if we do it in your room? I wouldn't feel right doing it in the bed I share with your sister."
"Yeah, I wouldn't either... Let me grab a shower, ok?"
"Yes, I'll meet you upstairs in fifteen?"
"That's fine... For what it's worth I'm honored that you chose me."
I head upstairs and quickly scan my room for tell tale signs of my slavery, before stripping in my bathroom. I hide my panties under my vanity, and take my shower. I step out of my bathroom to find Sophie standing there naked next to my bed... Her large tits are still firm and perky, and belly still rock hard. Her beauty brings back memories, and I feel the blood surging to my groin. She gives me a knowing smile, before lying in bed, setting a pillow under her ass.
"The Doc told me the missionary position is the best for conception, I hope you don't mind, I know you prefer being on bottom."
"I don't mind, ah will we need foreplay, or..."
Sophie is grinning at my bashfulness, "no, I don't think so, the objective here is for you to orgasm, not me... After you do I need to lay here for thirty minutes before we try again."
"Again?"
"Of course, the more times we do it, the better our chances, I want to try at least five times before I leave Monday morning."
"F... Five times! Are you serious?"
"What did you think was going to happen? A one and done deal? Chris, Carrie and I hope this is the only weekend we have to try, I hope you understand."
"Ah, yeah me too, I guess I didn't give it enough thought... Five times though?"
"I'm sure you're up to it." Sophie says with a giggle.
'Oh fuck, what do I tell Molly, or Lisa?' I think as I join Sophie on my bed. It takes me a minute of stroking to get myself hard enough to enter Sophie, she squeezes her eyes shut, and whimpers softly as I enter her.
"Oh God, I forgot how good the real thing felt," Sophie says huskily, as I become fully erect inside her. Unfortunately I feel a mental block pop up, and it takes me twenty minutes to orgasm.
Sophie's moaning is distracting me, and in my mind I picture Lisa telling me she wanted me thinking of her at this time.
Unthinkingly, I say, "may I cum Ma..." I stop myself before I say master, and hope Sophie didn't hear that.
"You better fucking cum, Bitch!" Sophie says in the throes of her own orgasm. I thrust in deep and Sophie grabs my ass, holding me inside her until we both stop spasming. When I finally go flaccid, I roll over on my side, panting. I grab my towel off the floor and wipe my face before handing it to Sophie, who does the same.
"I'm going to need a little time before we try again," I finally say, after I catch my breath.
"Yeah, me too, do me a favor, and get me a bottle of water?"
"Sure, have you eaten yet?"
"No, what did you have in mind?"
"Something light, I'll be right back."
I throw on a pair of sweats, and my slippers before heading downstairs. I bring Sophie her water, and go back down. I grab a bag of salad, some Grape Tomatoes, Turkey breast, Strawberries, an Apple, and chopped Walnuts and whip up a quick salad with Balsamic and Oil. I'm shredding the Parmesan over the salad when Sophie walks in.
"Wow, that looks good! Is there enough for both of us?"
"Sure, grab a couple of bowls, will you?"
I grab myself a glass of OJ, and Sophie helps herself to coffee, and we sit at the breakfast bar to eat our salads.
"This is great, but it could use Bacon and Sunflower seed kernels." Sophie says approvingly.
"I'll try to remember that next time, so what's new with you guys?"
"Not much, we're making arrangements for the move, I got two of my brother's commit to drive the U Haul cross country for us, and we're hoping to be ready by October twentieth."
"Cool, how is your family doing?"
"Oh, you know, Mama and Papa are always complaining about the diners, but are secretly very happy, they just opened their forth diner in San Jose... Alekzander is managing it with his wife Erin."
"Wow, that's great, I really miss your Mom's Baklava."
"I'll tell her, maybe she'll send you some... Katerina got engaged to a third year med student, and Angeliki just started her senior year at Berkeley."
"That's great! I always had a blast with your family," I say wistfully.
"They ask Carrie about you all the time, which is kinda awkward for us, but they've come to accept her as part of the family."
We fall into an uneasy silence, and I can tell she wants to ask about my relationship with Molly.
"Go ahead, ask me," I say, bracing myself for the lashing.
"Chris, she's nice and all, but why? What do you see in her? She told us about her "hobby", is this really the kind of relationship you want?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Oh Jesus Christ... We know she believes in female superiority, and female led relationships! You asked me for permission to cum, ferchristssake, is that what you really want, to become her cuckolded bitch?"
Fuck me! They know all about Molly, and her tastes in BDSM!
What do I do, tell the truth, or tell her to mind her own business? If I don't tell the truth, I know it will come back to bite me in the ass... Fuck it, I'll tell them the partial truth, and leave Lisa out of it.
"Let's go get comfortable in the family room, I'll tell you everything."
Sophie tops off her coffee and I grab a water and join her on the sofa. "Before you say anything, I want you to promise me you won't say anything to Carrie."
"You know I can't do that, Chris!"
"Just hear me out, Molly is blackmailing me into serving as her slave... I'm already working on a plan to get free of her, but I need to know you two are out of the line of fire... You know Carrie will catch the next flight here and confront Molly if she finds out."
"So, maybe we should confront her and kick her ass!"
"You'll be jeopardizing my career, and maybe yours too if you get involved right now Soph... You gotta let me handle it."
"Chris, I don't know what you possibly could have done for her to use against us, but you better tell me about it... We're here for you, no matter what."
I tell her about the rape fantasy and set up, and the blow job I was forced into, but I leave Lisa out, including the Batman scenario, and my plans to blackmail Molly in return.
"Oh my God Chris, I'm so sorry, is there anyway to get to this Leslie, and convince her not to testify against you?"
"I'm working on it, I hope that once I crack Molly's password, I'll find everything I need to crush Molly once and for all... Now please promise me you'll not tell Carrie... If I'm not clear of her by the time you move, I'll tell her everything, damn the consequences!"
"Alright Chris, we'll do it your way for now, but you better ask us for help if your plan fails! Got it?"
"I promise... Soph, thanks, I really needed to get this off my chest... We're going to watch the Bears game at Tom's tomorrow, you should come with us."
"Molly will be there?"
"Yeah, I have to be at her house at ten thirty for a talk, I'll come get you just before noon."
"I don't know if I can handle being around her, Chris."
"Please, do it for me, everybody will wonder why you didn't come if you stay home... I know you can deal with the Cunt next door... Please?"
"Oh alright, I'll do it for you, what's the dress code?"
"Jeans and whatever, preferably Navy or Orange, or White.
"Only if you promise to make another salad for tomorrow. I'll see what I can come with..."
"Deal, let's run to the store, I haven"t had time to buy the beer anyway. We can get your Bacon and Sunflower seeds, and I'll make enough for everyone."
We quickly dress and run out to Dominick's, I buy all the ingredients, and Sophie finds us Bears jersey's to wear. We get home and make another attempt to get Sophie pregnant, before falling asleep together in my bed.
I wake up to Sophie stroking my cock, and I have a flashback of better days, I roll over on top of her, and find she's wet, and ready for me. This time I cum quickly, apologizing to Sophie for not getting her off, and run down for a bottle of water. Sophie waits thirty minutes before going downstairs to shower and dress. I dig out my plug and panties, and grab a quick shower before inserting and dressing. I have an hour before I need to be at Molly's, so I make the salad, a pot of coffee, and turn on the TV in the family room. Sophie is on the phone with Carrie when she joins me in the family room carrying her coffee. I tune out the chatter, and mentally prepare myself for Molly's wrath. It's ten twenty five when I tell Sophie I had to go, and head out through the kitchen. I knock on Molly's door, and wait for her to wave me in.
She motions me to drop trousers and I comply. "Bend over, pet," she say's and I do as I'm told, showing her the plug is in place.
Molly palms the base of the plug and wiggles it. "Good, so how did it go last night?"
"Good I guess, we tried twice." I say, feeling dirty.
"Did you kiss her, or do anything other than plain intercourse?"
"No Master, it was simple missionary sex."
She studies my face for a minute before nodding, "good, when is she leaving?"
"Tomorrow morning, she'll be joining us at Tom's for the game."
"Don't you think you should have cleared that with me first?"
"I'm sorry Master, I thought it would be awkward if the neighbors found out she was here and didn't join us."
"I think I need to teach you a lesson in etiquette, Monday night after work, be here."
"Yes Master... Master, Sophie wants to try again tonight before she leaves, is that ok with you?"
"On your knees, NOW!" Molly barks, and I drop down, hands behind my back, eyes down.
Molly grabs my hair and yanks my head up, "I am very angry with you... I own you now, I say what's ok and what's not! I don't give a flying FUCK what the neighbors, or Sophie thinks, understand?"
"Yes Master."
"I am so tempted to skip the fucking game and punish you right now! Or perhaps you would prefer a little public humiliation instead?"
"No Master, after Sophie leaves, I swear I have no other outstanding commitments, and promise to devote all my spare time pleasing you."
"Have you been wearing your heels?"
"Except for yesterday, yes I have."
"You will put them on as soon as you get home from the party, and leave your plug in while fucking Sophie!"
"Yes Master."
"You will text me pictures on demand, understood?"
"Yes Master."
Molly releases my hair and steps over to pour herself a cup of coffee, leaving me on my knees waiting.
"God damn you boy, I'm in control now, and after tomorrow, you WILL think about MY pleasure before making any decisions, am I clear?"
"Crystal clear Master." 'Fuck you, you fat fucking bitch!' My mind is screaming as I kneel there. 'I'll get you, you fucking Cunt!'
Molly is all smiles when we stop to get Sophie, I can tell Sophie's fronting, but don't think Molly can tell. This week I pay extra special attention to Molly's needs, and limit myself to three beers, for Sophie's sake. Despite Molly's presence, Sophie seems to be having a great time, trading zingers with the guys, and holding her own. My salad is a hit with the ladies, but sneered at by the manly men, and earns me the nickname of Martha Stewart. At one point just before half time I get Greg alone and ask him "hypothetically" of course, if he knew of a program to crack computer passwords.
"Hell yeah, we have to crack them all the time... What's up?"
"Well, my ex has some pictures of me I'd rather not see get posted on Facebook, if you know what I mean."
"Dude, you should know better than that! How good are you with computers?"
"I'd say better than average."
"So you know you just can't delete them and expect them to be gone, don't ya?"
"Yeah, I have a scrubbing program I'm going to use, I was planning on backing up her hard drive on my external, scrubbing her's, then restoring her files, minus my pictures."
"Well, that's the hard way, but it will work... Tell ya what, stop by my place around six and I'll give you a program that's guaranteed to work."
"Hey Bro, thanks a million, what do I owe you?"
"Nah, we're cool, but you can bring that salad again next week, Mika loves it."
"That's a deal, thanks again."
"What was that about?" Molly asks as Greg goes outside to talk to Tom and Geoff.
"He was asking me about surfing around San Francisco, he want's to give it a try." I answer after giving her a kiss.
"HEY MARTHA, GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!" Tom yells, much to my embarrassment.
"Damn dude, how can you live with that and not try to hit it?" Geoff says.
"Guys, she's gay, remember?"
"It's a fuckin crime, dat!" Tom adds. "Dat would be like me livin wit Mika, and not trying to fuck her."
I look at Greg, but he's laughing, Tom will be Tom, or so I've been told. We chow down on ribs and baked beans, and watch the Bears lose to Indianapolis, we stay until four and head out with Greg and Mika.
I let Sophie in my place and follow Molly to her's, dropping to my knees as soon as the door closes.
"You did much better this week, Martha, but you are still getting your etiquette lesson tomorrow."
"Yes Master, thank you Master, is there anything you need before I go Master?"
"No, go fuck the slut, and get some rest... You're gonna need it!"
"Damn it Master! If you insist on getting pissed, get pissed at ME! You have no reason to talk about Sophie like that!" I say, my temper getting better of me.
"Are you challenging me, boy?" Molly sneers menacingly.
"No, Master, I've done everything you asked of me, Sophie has nothing to do with our arrangement, so I'm asking you to leave her alone."
"So my little Martha has a spine after all," Molly walks over and back hands me, which I take without a sound. "Go home, I'll deal with you tomorrow!"
I stand and walk out without another word, I enter my place, and Sophie winces at the red marks on my cheek.
"God, watching you fawn all over that whore makes me sick!" Sophie says in a sympathetic tone.
"You haven't seen anything yet," I mumble as I go upstairs for my fucking heels. I head back down, wearing them much to Sophie's shock.
"She's making you wear those?" Sophie asks.
"She insists I be comfortable in heels for Halloween."
"Chris, if you have to wear heels, do your feet a favor and invest in a good pair of shoes... Those cheap ass Frederick's shoes will tear your feet up!"
"She also has a butt plug permanently up my ass!"
"Oh Chris!" Sophie says with a laugh, "I'm sorry for laughing but, you have to tell Carrie! We can help you..."
"NO! I can handle this on my own... Remember your promise, please Soph, I need to do this myself!"
"Ok, ok, but Carrie finds out if you're not clear by the twentieth!" She says, finally stifling her chuckles.
"I know, listen I have to go over to Greg's in an hour, he's gonna give me a program to crack Molly's computer, I may be free of her by next weekend!"
"That's wonderful! So, you have an hour to kill?" Sophie says, seductively.
Fucking with a plug up my ass, and wearing heels turns out to be a very strange experience, but we manage to deal with the issue. I have Sophie take a pic of me bent over wearing heels, and showing the plug, in case Molly texts while I'm at Greg's, and I head over there. Greg walks me through the program, and shows me how to erase the phantom files I didn't really plan on erasing anyway, and I head home feeling better about my predicament. Molly texts me around seven thirty, and I wait five minutes before replying with the pic. It clearly shows my heels, panties around my knees, and the plug base in my ass. Sophie and I fuck one last time before we turn in for the night.
I leave before Sophie, anxious to get back to work, I go through orientation, and fill out the paperwork for my promotion, then go out to meet my coworkers. I educate myself on the projects my team are working on, and come up with a couple of improvements on the desalinization project. Unfortunately, three o'clock comes too soon, and my Boss calls it a day... I hope once I settle in, I'll be allowed to work my own hours, but until then I'll be stuck with a six thirty to three schedule. I get home and find a Von Maur bag with a shoe box inside in the foyer, with a note from Sophie... 'Caught a later flight so I could go get you these, call me if you need me, Soph.' I find a pair of Christian Louboutin 4.75" heel platform Slingbacks in black, with a two tone heel, and curse her.
I slip the new shoes on and I'll be damned if they're not more comfortable, despite the extra three quarter inch height, I guess I'll find out how long I can wear them before my feet start hurting. I head over to Molly's and let myself in when I see her car is still gone. I'm tempted to try and crack her computer, but don't want to take a chance of her catching me. I strip down to my black, lace boy shorts and heels, and start cleaning the place, I'm dusting the living room when I hear her enter the back door. I set the duster down, and call out a greeting, and walk out to meet her in the kitchen.
Molly says nothing, she just eyes my panties, then shoes. Her eyes narrow when she see's the new shoes, and says, "explain!"
"Master, I did as you ordered and wore my other pair last night. I told Sophie that you wanted me to get comfortable in heels for Halloween, and suggested I practice wearing them as often as possible."
"That doesn't tell me why you aren't wearing the shoes I bought for you."
"Master, she suggested that if I was going to wear heels, they should be ah, higher quality, so would be more comfortable, and didn't tear my feet up. I didn't know she bought these until I got home from work, and found these in the foyer with a note."
"And she didn't think it was strange that you wore high heels all night? And what about your panties?"
"We talked about the ball, and knows the conditions of the bet Master, she thought it was a good idea to practice, and wanted to know if you picked out a dress yet... I didn't let her see the panties, or butt plug."
"Remove the shoes, I want to see them." Molly says too calmly.
I remove the shoes and kneel in front of her, holding them out in front of me for her. She takes one, and I see her eyebrows twitch as she see's the brand tag. She opens a junk drawer and grabs a ruler, and measures the heel height.
Molly hands me the shoe back, and motions me to put them back on before saying, "so, are they?"
"Master?"
"More comfortable, pet."
"Yes Master, unless I'm just getting used to wearing heels."
"I doubt it, pet, it takes a lot longer than a few hours... Where did she get them?"
"They were in a Von Maur bag, Master."
"You will stop there tomorrow after work and buy me a pair, understood?"
"Yes Master... Where is Von Maur?"
"Yorktown shopping center, it will be in your GPS... Now, I want you to get dressed and go get dinner, I want Mongolian Beef from Malahini, get some egg rolls, Crab Rangoon, and something for yourself... Wear your new shoes, and text me a picture from their foyer... Hurry back, we have a long night ahead of us."
As I stand Molly reaches around to feel if the plug is in place, before going to her room to change out of her suit. I stop at my place to phone in the order, grab my keys and wallet and silently thank myself for parking IN the garage, and not in the driveway. I am extremely self conscious as I get out of my truck at Malahini, the lot is full of people, and I do my best to ignore the stares, giggles, and guffaws, while I walk across the lot. I take the stupid picture and send it on as I wait for my turn at the Hostess counter.
"Excuse me, sir?" I hear a young lady say from behind me. I turn to see a teen girl standing there, smiling.
"Ah, my Mom thinks your shoes are gorgeous, and wanted to know what kind of shoes they are, but she's too embarrassed to ask."
"They're Christian Louboutin's, I ah, I got them at Von Maur."
"Cool, I'll tell her, thanks." I watch her return to her Mom, who smiles at me sheepishly. I pay for our order and get the hell out of there before anyone else says anything, I get back to Molly's just before six.
We're eating dinner when Molly suddenly says, "why would Sophie buy you high heels? Have you lied to me about cross dressing?"
"What? N... No Master, I really don't know why she did it, other than both her and Carrie said they were looking forward to helping you with my costume for the ball."
"Give me your phone!"
I hand her my phone, confused, and watch her text Sophie. 'Thanks for the shoes, they're very comfortable... But why did you buy them for me?"
I'm cleaning up the kitchen, and loading the dishwasher when Sophie finally replies, 'I knew you wouldn't take my advice, and continue wearing that cheap crap Molly bought you. I wanted to thank you for what you did for us this weekend, so I figured this was a good way to do it.'
Molly bursts out laughing as she shows me the response. "Oh Chris, thank you for fucking me all weekend, here take these high heels as a gift for your sacrifice!" Molly mocks as I read the text. "I'm sorry, but that's fucked up! I mean, who the fuck buys a straight guy two hundred dollar high heels?"
"What! Two hundred dollars? For a Halloween costume? Oh fuck me!"
Molly is laughing again as she says, "don't forget your dress, wig, make up, another waxing, and nails... This costume will cost you at least a grand, and I can't imagine the shit our little Lisa will do to you when she see's your "fuck me" heels... We both know how she likes you pretty boys!"
I drop to my knees in horror at the thought of everything Molly said.
"I... I can't do it Master... Molly. There's got to be some sort of arrangement we can make, please don't do this to me, please?"
"Sell me your house for fifty thousand dollars," Molly say's calmly.
"What? I just paid four hundred for it! I can't take a three hundred fifty thousand dollar loss!"
"Then I'm afraid we'll just have to continue our special relationship, now it's time for your etiquette lesson. Go downstairs and wait for me, on your knees, in the middle of the room, I'll be along in a minute."
I want to kill her, pound my fists into her face, and she knows it. She's got a little smile on her face, as she stares at me. I watch as her hand reaches into her purse, and pulls out her Taser... "I gave you an order bitch."
"Yes Master!" I say through gritted teeth and go down to her basement. With the exception of a few totes, and the odd piece of furniture stacked along the wall, the basement is unfinished and empty. I kneel as ordered and wait for Molly to come down, I know I'm in for a world of hurt, and consider defying her and contacting Dirk, but I quickly dismiss the idea because I simply don't have enough information! I need to crack her computer, it's quickly becoming my last option! Molly comes downstairs wearing sweatpants, a sports bra, and sneakers. She walks up to me and says, "stand up and take your shoes off!" I stand up defiantly, and notice she doesn't have the Taser with her when I remove my heels.
She takes two steps back, and looks me in the eye. "I know you want to take a swing at me, here's your one and only chance."
"What, so you have abuse evidence to blackmail me with? Not gonna happen!"
Her right foot shoots out, catching me in my solar plexus, driving the wind from my lungs. Damn she's faster than she looks, I barely saw the kick coming!" She steps around by bent over form and sweeps my legs out from under me, dropping me hard on my back. I'm desperate for air as I can't seem to get my diaphragm to work, so I roll into a fetal position. Molly's pacing around me, looking down with disgust. "Really Chris, you're giving up already?" She mocks, "at least try to be a man for once in your life!"
"I don't hit women!" I say, gasping. "Not even evil cunts like you!"
"Because your a cock sucking pussy! You're a spineless jellyfish, doing whatever I tell you to... Now if you don't get to your feet, and fight back, I'll make you go to work dressed like the little sissy bitch you are... Is that what you really want?"
"I said I don't hit women!"
Molly reaches down and drags me to my knees by my hair. "You are such a pathetic worm! I really don't know what Sophie or Lisa see's in you, now this is your final chance, stand up and fight back, or I go to the police tomorrow, after I drive you to work painted up like a hooker!"
I climb to my feet, and clench my fists at my side. Molly steps back, and raises her hands in a boxing position. I match her stance, trying to remember the last time I had a fist fight... It's been a long long time. Molly's smiling a Crocodile smile as she throws a weak jab, I swat her hand away, causing her to laugh. As I try to decide on a defensive stance, or to go on the offensive, Molly's foot shoots toward my groin. I jump back out of reach, and she grins, "what are you waiting for, slave?"
"I don't want to fight you, Master!" I say, resuming my defensive stance.
"Would you rather go to work tomorrow dressed like a slut?"
"No Master!" I say and lunge at her, attempting to wrap her in a bear hug. Molly quickly steps to the side, and raises her knee into my groin. "You got to do better than that, Chris," she says, kicking me in the ass as I stumble by.
Molly follows me across the room and lays an open handed slap across my jaw. I backhand her in retaliation, and my knuckles actually make contact with her jaw. Molly takes a step back, raising her hand to her jaw. "Well well, my kitten has claws after all! Molly throws a couple of weak jabs which I swat away with my left hand, I throw a counter right, and Molly catches my hand, rolling my hand palm up, and bending my fingers down, locking my elbow.
Molly's all business now as she switches to a wrist lock and rolls my arm up behind my back. She wraps her left arm around my throat and squeezes, releasing my wrist and grabbing her own. After about three seconds I start getting light headed, and she leans in to say... "You didn't think I actually needed the Taser to subdue you, did ya?"
I black out before I can say or do anything...
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