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Chapter Thirteen:

Owned.

I stopped by the restroom to clean up a little before returning to bed with my wife. She was still out, lying there looking like a woman who'd been thoroughly used. The scent of sex was still strong in the air, and I laid down next to her and put my arm around her. I was so much in love with her, and knew that even all that had just happened would not affect that. I needed her in my life, and wanted her badly to know that. Despite being exhausted, my mind kept going through all that had happened, and I tried to imagine what it might be like in the near future. Eventually though, I fell fast asleep.

The weekend went by without incident. Saturday night, Anna and I had a heart to heart though; I needed to know that she genuinely wanted this, and needed to make sure that she could handle this without it destroying our marriage. She reassured me solidly, because it was something that had really been on her mind as well. She wanted to make sure that I could handle this without it destroying our marriage. I was honest with her in telling her that I really didn't know how much of this I could take; we both agreed to continue taking this one step at a time, and we each assured the other that before either of our feelings got out of hand that we would stop it if we needed to.

Monday afternoon I was surprised with a call to my cell phone; a number I didn't recognize came up, but I had a moment and answered.

His voice was on the other end, smooth and confident as can be. "Hello Eddie, do you have a moment?"

I could feel my face heat up quickly; all of the sensations of being in the presence of someone way over me came flooding in, and my voice was a bit shaky when I answered yes.

"Good. Anna has told me that you often have the ability to leave work at your leisure; you can do this for me this afternoon, yes?"

It was almost stated in a way that left no room for refusal. "Well.......I guess I could....for a little while; what did you have in mind?"

"Good boy Eddie. We need to meet to discuss a few things, in private; I won't take up your entire afternoon, so don't worry about that." He proceeded to name a time and a hotel with a room number to come up to. It caught me off guard, not understanding why a restaurant or even just a parking lot wouldn't work. But his tone left no room for argument, and I was too nervous talking with him to even think of saying no. "Eddie, follow my instructions exactly, ok? I don't want you to call that sweet wife of yours either; she doesn't need to know of this meeting right now."

I did as he instructed, and knocked on the room door at the appointed time. I was very nervous and could feel my hands trembling, even a shaking in my legs. He opened the door and stood there looking me over for a moment. His height put him over me by at least a full head, and the power that he exuded only accented his authority.

Without saying a word, but giving me a condescending smile, he stood back and motioned for me to enter. The room was dimly lit with the curtains drawn shut, and it felt strange to be walking into a hotel room in this fashion on such a sunny day.

I stood near the desk of the room, feeling a bit lost and awkward. Mark walked in after me, and stood leaning against a wall several steps away from me. "Eddie, I know that all of this has been a bit of a shock for you, and probably a bit difficult to deal with. I wanted to meet with you away from Anna so we could have a chance to talk about it. One of the things that I'm sure is important to you, as it's important to me as well, is to make sure that this doesn't lessen Anna's love for you. I also want to make damn sure that this doesn't affect your own love for her." I nodded my head in agreement, still a bit too nervous to really say anything. "Eddie, I have no desire at all to break up your marriage in any way. I noticed something in Anna though, and took advantage of it; as I learned about you, I began to recognize some tell-tale signs about you. I want you to be honest with me right now, ok? It's just you and me. You've fantasized about things of this nature before, haven't you."

It was a statement as much as it was a question. I felt my face burning, but I suddenly felt vulnerable and had a sensation that I should be honest and open. "Yes." It came out hesitantly.

"How long?"

I knew he was asking how long I'd thought about it. Again, I was hesitant. "A few years now."

His eyebrows raised. "And you've kept it hidden inside. It's hard to admit to, isn't it."

I was beginning to feel that he could relate in some way, or that he genuinely understood what it was that was inside of me. I even began to hope that maybe he could help me understand it. "Yes. I don't know why these thoughts have come to me, and aroused me. It's been hard to even admit it to myself. I wish I knew why this affects me so strongly."

"It's ok, Eddie. You aren't alone in these thoughts, as I'm sure you know. You read online about it, don't you."

God, it was like he could read me like a book. I nodded my head, admitting for the first time to anyone in my life that I read about cuckoldry.

"Eddie, I understand you far more than you know. I can help you with this; you need someone who understands, but more than that you need someone you can trust, someone who has a genuine caring for your relationship with your wife. I can help you, but you are going to have to put your trust in me. I need you to tell me you want this, and to know that you can trust me."

My face was burning, and I was suddenly aware that by talking with him like this, I was feeling the arousal. I was nervous, and embarrassed; but I was aroused and wanting this. I'd never thought that anything like this could really come to pass, but the past week or so had really brought it all to life; now I was hearing exactly what I needed to hear the most, that He wanted me to know I could trust in him. I found that my gaze had slowly gone to the floor while I was lost in thought, and I was nodding my head yes. Yes I wanted this. Yes I wanted to trust him. He saw me nodding, and softly urged me to say it out loud. And I did.

"Eddie, prove to me that you trust me. Prove to me that you want this to happen. Prove to me that you can do this. You need to be in front of me, bare of all walls. Strip down; I want you completely naked before we continue this conversation."

It sank into me like a brick; but I complied, knowing that he'd already seen me naked. I stripped down, putting my clothing in a pile off to the side. Even before I was completely bare, he'd told me that he expected me to kneel naked before him. So there I was, a grown man, completely naked and kneeling before a man fully dressed like an executive, with my arousal raging in front of me. Automatically I clasped my hands together behind my back; it just seemed to be the right thing to do.

He pulled up a chair and sat there in front of me. His voice was softer, yet still full of authority. "Yes, yes. That's a good boy, Eddie. You know your place, don't you. You know what you are deep inside, and you know that you aren't the strong one. Eddie, I'm the dominant, and I know you. This is good, this is right. This is where you belong." He leaned forward a little, as if he was confiding in me. "I'm glad that you can show your trust in me. Eddie, I'm going to do so much to that beautiful wife of yours, and all of it will be shared with you. I will make sure that she wants it, that she loves it...... just as you want it, and love it. I've been a Dominant for a very long time, and know to appreciate a submissive couple when it's presented. I'm in a position to enjoy this dark pastime of mine, and you both are in a position now to give me exactly what I want." His hand slowly reached down, cupping my balls that were hanging low beneath my raging need. I stiffened, almost flinching....but I'd already gone too far, and knew to hold my position. This was the first time another man had ever touched my most private of areas, and the heat was flooding me like hell. "Good boy. Yes, see? I can even reach out and grab you by the balls. I have you by the balls now, not just literally....with all of the knowledge I have about you, and the carnal knowledge I have of your wife, you belong to me. Don't you Eddie."

His grip tightened mildly, accenting his desire for a proper answer. "Yes Sir. I belong to you. We both belong to you."

He chuckled as he released me and leaned back in his chair before me. "Yes, you have been reading. You know how to obey, and obey well, don't you. Tell me Eddie, what other fantasies do you have? Hmmm?"

I shook my head, stating that I really didn't know. "I just know that I've thought about what it would be like to have all control taken away, so much so that even my wife was available to be used, violated....and that there's nothing I can do about it. I've just wanted to know that kind of control. That I have no choice." The confession was just rolling off my tongue, and he was listening, taking it all in.

Again he leaned forward, and this time his voice was almost harsh, making his control clear. "From here on out, you have no choice Eddie. I'm going to fuck your wife in every way I desire. I'm going to use her, and even show her off. Believe me, she is going to be the slut that you've fantasized about. You're going to see it all, Eddie. Most of it." He added that last line with a bit of a laugh. "And there is nothing at all that you can do about it from here on out." He pointed and lifted my chin with his hand to guide my gaze to a table across the room. "Do you see that?" There was a small digital video recorder sitting on the table pointed right at us. "Your confession is all captured now, and you are captured. Just as I controlled your wife into this, I now control you. Do not question me, and do not try to stop this from happening. You will passively accept all of this, and if I demand it, you will encourage your wife into things that I desire if she hesitates. Am I making myself understood?"

My face had gone white, then back to red. I knew the real power that he now had; blackmail was possible, with that recording. I knew I would never want anyone to ever see me like this, or to know that I'm like this. I knew that what he was saying was law, and that I would have to continue with this from now on, even if I felt the desire to stop it. No choice. That little fantasy of mine was now a reality. No choice. I nodded my head, acknowledging him. "Yes Sir, I understand." My voice was a meek whisper.

"You have one final thing to do here before you can leave. Reach down and stroke yourself for me, Eddie. Show me that you're obedient. Remember Eddie, no choices anymore. Your role is the lesser, you are the submissive, along with that slut wife of yours. Your role is to obey. That's it, reach between your legs and stroke your penis for me."

My face was burning. I'd never even really touched myself like that in front of my wife, and now I was doing it in front of another man. But not just in front of him; this was being recorded.

His voice continued, while I jerked myself off in front of him; he was telling me about how he was our Master now, and that we were going to do things that we probably never even fantasized about. He hinted at thoughts of us being presented in front of others, where everyone would know that we were married, but that we were both submissives together to Him. He made it crystal clear that he was going to continue to "know" my wife, and that she was going to go so much further down this path than she'd already gone. As embarrassing as it was to be jerking off naked in front of him, I was needing relief so badly that I wanted this. He started making me say things, admitting that I wanted this, telling him that I would obey him in every way. He had me ask him, and continue to beg him to fuck my wife. This continued until I couldn't take it anymore, and he commanded me to release my load into my hand.

I knelt there breathless, panting, and feeling the shame of what I'd done. It was almost overwhelming, but I was so aware of my true submission now. He was silent for a moment, then he reached down and grabbed the wrist of my hand that had my cum in it. Slowly he guided it up to my face and used my hand to paint my face. I just let him do it; no choice. Before he let go of my wrist he focused my hand on my mouth, coating my lips.

I sat there, completely humiliated and ashamed, with the scent of cum overwhelming my senses. The taste was there, even though I wasn't trying to taste it.

He sat back for a moment to enjoy my discomfort as he smiled down at me. "Get used to that, Eddie, because you will know the smell of cum as well as the taste of it."

He stood up and as he left the room, he mentioned that Anna would be a bit late in coming home this evening; he was going to have her for a quickie before she came home. "So she'll be full of my cum, just so you know. Eddie, you will be licking her tonight, and she will be wet with my cum."

With that, he left the room, leaving me still kneeling there naked with my face coated and slowly drying. I looked down, out of shame, and just watched as my cock softened into nothing. That's how I felt I was at the moment, nothing. His parting words kept echoing in my mind, that he was going to use my wife before she came home to me tonight.

Chapter f******n:

Monday Night.

I came home from work that evening, quite subdued. I couldn't get the afternoon out of my mind, and the empty house only re-iterated to me that Anna was being used. She hadn't called me, and I hadn't called her. I sat on the couch and drank a couple of drinks before Anna showed up.

She walked in, and it was easy to see that she'd gone through an ordeal. Her hair wasn't completely intact, and I could only imagine that she'd cleaned up at least a little before coming home. Her face was still somewhat flushed, and she came right over to me to straddle me on the couch. She kissed me deeply, and kept looking into my eyes the whole time.

"The k**s went home from school with friends; we'll have to go get them in a while."

I just replied with an "ah", and then she was kissing me deeply again. She opened her shirt, pulling my hand in to feel her breast that was void of a bra. Still she said nothing about what she'd done; I assumed he briefed her that I was aware. She continued working on me, kissing me, her arms around my neck, driving me to need her. When she could feel my hardness between her legs, she reached down to unzip and open my pants...she quickly took me in hand and guided me right into her. She had no panties on, obviously...and I was notably aware that she was open and soaked. I knew I was fucking her as 'sloppy seconds'. She worked me, continuing to kiss me, driving herself down onto my now aching cock.

Finally she spoke. "You know he used me, and was fucking me less than 20 minutes ago."

I nodded my head, having a hard time with the knowledge; I buried my face in her open breast, closing my eyes to fall into the world of her womanliness. Still she continued with her words.

"He told me you knew. And then he had me meet him at the hotel. He fucked me for a solid hour; for a while, he made love to me."

I had to interrupt, despite my arousal. "Did you like that?"

She held off answering for a moment, but didn't stop working her sex against me. "I only make love to you, Eddie. Only you."

It was a good answer, I realized. She made me know that she loved me, but didn't call attention to the fact that she relished another man making love to her. I indicated my interruption was over by kissing her chest and slowly licking all around her beautiful breast. At the same time, I took notice of the marks on her breast; he'd been rough with her, leaving hickies in several places all around.

"But his lovemaking changed; he started fucking me, and taking me. He worked me over pretty good, baby." She paused with her words while she fucked me, rolling her head back in enjoyment. She was getting off on this, and despite the shame it brought inside of me when I thought about how I was being cucked, I found a strange satisfaction in knowing that she was enjoying it. I let my mind wander for a moment, kind of realizing just how much I really did love her. She was kissing me deeply again, and her breath was getting ragged. "He told me that he's going to show us off soon. This weekend he wants to take us to a party that's being held a couple of hours outside of the city. A private party, being held by someone quite wealthy." She let it sink in to me, and was looking me in the eyes with lust that was just flooding out of her. Suddenly her train of thought changed for a moment. "You like this feeling, don't you baby. Feeling your cock inside of me, feeling how soaked I am. Wet with his cum. I've seen it in your face, and can feel the hardness when it's brought to your attention. Tell me the truth, you like feeling your cock in my used pussy."

Her words affected me, and as difficult as it was, I found myself wanting to be honest with her. I nodded my head, even as I felt the rush of heat to my face. "Yes. I don't know what it is, why. But yes.... It turns me on. I hate it. But I can't help what it does to me."

She leaned in close, genuinely trying to console me. "Shhh, baby. I know it's hard. I know part of you hates this. Part of me hates this too. But god....this is so dark, so taboo....and to see you so turned on by it, I don't know why, but it just turns me on so much to see you like this."

Being so open with her, and for her to be so open, drew out small pangs of anguish inside of me. I had a pained look on my face, and could even feel hints of it coming to the surface in my eyes. She looked at me, so intensely, and I know she saw my eyes getting glassy from the buildup.

"Shhhh...baby." She leaned in, kissing me, whispering to me. "I know this hurts. But you're taking it, you're taking it so well. Please keep taking it for me, at least for a while. Let the feelings come out, feel the intensity of what's being done to us. I know it hurts, but let it keep hurting, and then feel what comes after that......"

She'd started really fucking me as she whispered to me, and the mix of sexual need with anguish was making my head spin. I felt my need building up, and she sensed my body getting tense with the need for release.

"Good boy, come on baby, let it go, put it in me. Let go of it all, fill me up even more. Mix it in there with what I already have in me, come on baby..." She kept the words coming at me until I couldn't take it anymore, and I released into her with a groan of need and hurt.

My face was buried in her bare breast, and I was still letting out small groans as I kept my arms wrapped tightly around her waist. Her own arms were around my neck, holding me against her closely, and I could still hear her soft "shhhhhh....shhh baby. That's my good boy, shhhhh".

Eventually we started to separate, but she brought up that I still had a task that was required of me. "He made it clear to me that you are to lick me after, baby. Right here, right now. Do it for me baby, and then we'll go pick up the k**s."

She slid off of me, lying back against the couch with her legs up, as if she was holding everything in for me. Humbly, I knelt down between her legs, and started licking her. I spent a long time there, licking, sucking... I could feel her pushing out, doing what she could to provide me with all of what she had inside of her. My senses were overloaded with the scent and taste of sex, and my mind was twisted as I saw her push out the flooding that had been inside of her. She laid there passively enjoying the smoothness of my tongue for the longest time, and then she got into it as her own need built up inside of her again. I didn't have it in me to ask her how many times she'd cum today.

When it was finished, she kissed me deeply, reassuring me even further that she truly loves me with all of her heart. We cleaned up and drove out together to pick up the k**s.

Chapter Fifteen:

The Party.

In bed that night, she went on to explain more of what she knew about the party, which wasn't really much. Anna had planned to take the k**s to her mom's on Friday night after work, and then we were to expect Him to show up at our house to take us to the party; we were to expect to be gone all night.

The week went by without incident, at least none that I was aware of. My wife indicated on Thursday that she'd spoken to Him a couple of times as he wanted to verify that we were still available for Him on Friday.

Friday night came too quickly, in my opinion. I'd pretty much settled into the groove of 'daily life', and now it was time for things to progress again.

I was as nervous as could be that evening as Anna ran the k**s over to her mom's. Her excitement and anxiety was visible when she showed back up. I'd showered and dressed casually in Dockers and a Polo; she hurried up to shower and dress, stating that we needed to be ready when He arrived. His plan was to be there by 7PM.

By 6:50, I'd had a couple of drinks and was feeling the anxiety leave me; Anna was still putting on her makeup when the doorbell rang.

I let Him in, unable to make eye contact. I hadn't realized how strongly I was feeling so much lower than Him until I answered the door and heard his strong and confident voice. My eyes immediately averted lower, and I let him pass by to walk confidently into the living room. He questioned immediately where Anna was, and I let him know that she was almost ready.

"Well good, good. That will give you and I a chance to talk before we leave. Eddie, I need you kneeling in the middle of the floor while we talk."

My face reddened visibly, but I was already past the point of being able to refuse Him, even in our own home. "Eddie, you remember our talk the other day at the hotel."

I nodded yes.

"Good, then I expect no refusals out of you during all of this." He squatted lower to be at my eye level, but still exuded pure dominance over me in his stance. His voice was softer, but cut through me with solid control. "Eddie, I expect you to help encourage Anna to submit to this fully. It's going to be a challenge for you; there will be others there, and they will know. Everything. Either one or both of you may falter; but Eddie, you don't have the choice to falter. This means it will require you to help coax her along, and to provide your support. You love her, and you need to make sure that she knows that won't change, no matter what happens. Do you understand this, Eddie?"

His words sank in to me, and I knew that I had no choice in this; I also knew that she wanted this...and a part of me did too. My voice was soft, humbled when I spoke. "Yes, I understand. I'll make sure she knows that I love her...that this is going to be ok."

"Good boy, Eddie. Trust me, this is going to be a night you won't ever forget. It's going to impact both of you, deeply; just keep your mind open, and never forget your love for your wife." With that he stood up. "I'm going to go check on our lovely Anna. You just wait right there, on your knees, obediently."

He led her back down, and I looked up from my obviously subservient position to see Him walking toward me with his arm wrapped tightly around her waist. It struck me how beautiful she was, and it hit like a brick to see her walking with another man like that. She'd applied her makeup strongly, looking immaculate. He had a solid smile on his face, one that declared "look what I have". I felt so low, kneeling in the middle of the floor, her seeing me so submissive like that in front of him.

"You see Anna? He's going to do just fine tonight. You watch...your husband is going to be a perfect submissive, right alongside his sexy little wife, aren't you Eddie."

As always, my face burned....but I answered yes.

"You want to see your wife submit, don't you Eddie."

He was pushing me, knowing that he had the control. Again, I answered yes, but it was so soft and subdued that the sound of my own submission shamed me.

To nobody in particular, he stated "And she is going to submit in so many lewd ways." He chuckled, and then announced that it was time to get going.

He drove a Mercedes; I hadn't known that. Even that added to my feeling of being "the lesser". She was to ride up front with him, and I was in the back. Before pulling out of the driveway, each of us was handed a set of headphones with individual tape players. We were to listen to our tapes for the extent of the drive; each of us were handed a blindfold as well. I was glad that the Mercedes had darkened windows; it was still light out, and it made my face burn to imagine being seen driving along like that.

We were also given 2 sets of unlabeled tapes, with instructions to change them out after the first ended. I sat back comfortably and began to listen as we took off. My tape was professionally done; the first consisted of a woman who spent some time explaining some of the basics of BDSM, and then she led into some mind control aspects. The mind control aspects focused on hypnosis, with a lot of repetition; she went over and over how I was submissive, how I was to focus on my role as the lesser. Her voice was smooth, even monotone at times. I found myself almost dozing, yet strongly aroused at her seductive way of reminding me that I was to always submit to the One over me. There were times that she focused on hypnotizing me; I've never been a strong believer in hypnosis, but for all I knew I was hypnotized. I was so relaxed, and by the time the first tape ended, I felt a sense of contentment (if it could be called that) at being lower than those who had power.

The second tape was a male; a strong but subtle voice. He picked up pretty much where the woman left off, explaining to me that it was my role to be submissive, even to the point of knowing that those who had authority over me could see, handle, and use my wife. He focused strongly on cuckoldry, and he rolled into the mind control aspect as well, taking the time to focus on putting me under. He made it clear to me, over and over, that I had no choice anymore over the way the Dominant controlled my wife, as well as myself. This was the way it should be, and it was necessary in my life. Listening to this for such a long time, I didn't recognize how soft my mind had become. It was becoming a part of who I was, and it was etched into my mind permanently, almost like a scarring. His words planted so many seeds in my mind, painting images of how submissive couples needed to exist; how we were there to serve, and that over time we would be mentally marked, as well as physically marked by our Owner. Our love was strong, clearly, but our submission needed to be complete by giving up so completely to our Master. Our submission needed to override all of our old thoughts of morality.

By the time the tape ended, my mind was completely subdued. He knew when my tape ended from the 'click' of the tape stopping. He reached back to take the headphones and player from me. "Eddie, Anna's tape is still playing, but it will be over soon. We're almost there. For now, I want you to open your pants and stroke your penis a little while; I can see that you're hard, just make sure you don't cum."

I didn't even question it; I opened my slacks and pulled it out. It just felt right to be doing that, despite the lewdness of it all.

Later I learned that Anna's tape had been similar, but had actually been custom made to reflect our real life situation. She listened to all male voices, explaining to her that this was natural for her, that it was necessary for her own fulfillment as well as for mine. They focused on making her acknowledge in her own mind that she was a slut, there to serve as a slut; the intent was to make her understand that 'slut' was not a bad term, that it wasn't part of the common way of thinking. A slut was a good thing for her, to know that she was to spread her legs at the command of her Master, no matter what she might have thought in the past. The past way of thinking was wrong, and she was just now falling into the role in which she was meant to be. A slut's goal is to serve her Master, to seek to always please Him, even when it meant to humble and break down the man she loved, her husband. There were parts in the tape that mentioned me by name, telling her that I was among the types of husbands who need this, who thrive on knowing their wife will obey and eagerly please a stronger Man of authority. It's the way things are meant to be, and only in that way would we be able to find our fulfillment as a loving couple.

As I stroked myself slowly, I heard her last tape end, and heard Him talking to her. His voice was softer, yet still authoritative. From his words to her, telling her to spread her legs for him, I knew he was touching her intimately. I also knew that she was soaked, from listening to the tapes; he stated as much.

I felt the car pull into a drive, one that turned out to be a long winding drive. As he pulled into the drive, he instructed me to put my 'penis' away now; and we were both to take off our blindfolds.

It was dark out now, so my eyes were able to adjust well. I could see the house we were approaching; it was more like a mansion. The reality of how rich these folks must be made me even more self-conscious of my own position, just reaffirming my sensation that I was not on their level. I suspected that we were 'late' because there were a lot of cars parked all around; enough that I didn't even try to count. He stopped the car a little ways from the house; he got out and came around to open the door for my wife, and he also opened the back door to let me out. We stood there for a moment, and he took a moment to instruct us.

"I want both of you to be courteous when we go in, but know your place. Just stay with me, and follow my lead." He led us up to the door; I held Anna's hand as we followed him up.

We were let in by an older woman, but she was well dressed. She was the wife of the man who was hosting the party. She greeted him warmly, and smiled at each of us as we were introduced; she shook each of our hands, but I couldn't get over the notion that her smile was a 'knowing' smile. The home was beautiful inside, and we were led into a main 'hall' where most of the people were. I saw a lot of well-dressed couples, almost all were older than us; all were mingling, most with drinks in their hands talking amongst themselves. As we entered, nearly all of them took the time to view the 'new arrivals'. Again, the 'knowing' smile seemed to be on nearly every face. My stomach was churning, and my legs began to feel like rubber. I continued to hold onto Anna's hand, and I could sense the tension in her as well.

We were introduced around, nothing really out of the ordinary in the introductions. We met the host, an older man who seemed quite strong and powerful in his own right. After greeting each of us, he turned back to Mark.

"Mark, I know that Linda is around here somewhere..." he paused to look around, then spotted who he was looking for. "Ah, there she is. Why don't you have her take Eddie upstairs to 'freshen up' after your long drive. You can take Anna up whenever you're ready yourself."

As he led us in the direction of Linda, he spoke in a low voice to us. "Eddie, Linda is a Domme, and I expect you to follow her instructions and to be respectful to her."

I'd broken out in a bit of a cold sweat; Anna and I exchanged nervous glances, but neither of us said anything.

Linda was a tall woman, maybe in her early 40s. She was attractive, and had a friendly but cool air about her. Mark introduced both of us to her, and she seemed to already know that she was to take me upstairs.

I looked back at my wife, trepidation at leaving the woman I love. We were separated now, and I felt a sense of no turning back now. Linda took me to a private bedroom upstairs and closed the door behind us. "Eddie, you and your wife make a lovely couple. How long have you been married?"

Her small talk seemed to have the desired effect of putting me at ease, at least a little. "Thank you," I responded. "We've been married just a little over a year now." I answered.

"Ah, I see. It's nice to have such a lovely couple brought in to our fold here." She sat down on the bed, showing how at ease she was while I continued standing there in the room. "And how long has Mark been...utilizing your wife, Eddie?" her tone was slightly condescending, humored at how uncomfortable I was.

My eyes went down, having a hard time making eye contact with her at the mention of her knowledge. "Um... it's been a few weeks now."

She smiled. "I see. Mmm...such a fresh young couple. Nice. Eddie, I know you've had a long drive out here. I'd like for you to go into the restroom, do whatever you need to do, and take a nice warm shower. Take your time, but don't dawdle too much. Set all of your clothing, and even your watch outside the door; but definitely keep your ring on." That thought brought back to me the reality of what was happening to me, to us. "When you're done, come back out here, naked. I want you to stand right where you are now, with your hands clasped behind your neck and your legs slightly spread. That's a position for inspection, Eddie. And I want your eyes down. Do you understand me?"

My eyes were already down and my face heated up with blushing. "Yes." My response was subdued.

She stood and approached me closely; she reached up to lift my face toward hers to make eye contact....her voice was soft, but firm. "Eddie, I know that you are new to this, but understand that a proper response is going to be required from here on out. You refer to those over you with respect."

I understood her, and looked back into her eyes with a new-found submission. "Yes Ma'am."

"Mmm, good boy. Now go do as I've told you."

Humbly, I went to the restroom and stripped of everything, setting everything outside the door. I used the toilet and then took a hot shower, cleaning thoroughly knowing that she was going to see me like this. It probably only took me 10-15 minutes, and I focused on working up my courage as I towel dried. Finally I took a deep breath and walked out to stand as I'd been told.

Without looking at her, I could see that Linda had changed. She appeared to have on a black leather outfit....the kind of thing one would expect from a Domme. Standing there like that before her, I felt embarrassed that I was starting to get aroused.

She approached me, walking around me. I could feel her eyes on every inch of my bare skin. "Nice Eddie, you did well." She reached down to lightly cup my balls, and her hand passed very lightly over my hardening cock. I could hear the smile in her face as she commented on my arousal. "Seems you like this; that's a sign of a true submissive, Eddie."

I stood there, looking down, tongue-tied.

"Now. What we need to do is make you presentable as a submissive for the events of the night." She held up a small leather device in her hand. "This is something to keep your little cock in check tonight." She knelt down on one knee, taking her time adjusting leather straps around my balls; whatever this was, it was pulling my balls down noticeably, and then it continued to wrap around the base of my cock tightly. My arousal was now turning into a throbbing rage, and I wondered if this was going to keep me like this all night. From the bed she retrieved more items; there were leather cuffs that she attached to my wrists and ankles, and a leather 'harness' that she buckled on to my chest from behind my back. She then put a couple of ornate but small clamps on my nipples. At first it didn't hurt as I'd expected, but then a warmth began to spread through my chest and I realized I was going to be very aware of their presence. Lastly she brought forward a thick leather collar that she buckled around my throat almost reverently.

Standing back, she took her time taking in the visual that I presented. "Yes, this looks good. Eddie, you look like a full-fledged slave now. Your new Master will be very pleased." A chuckle escaped her lips. "And your dear wife....won't she be surprised at the transformation. But of course.....she's undergoing a transformation even now. Maybe we should go join the party to see if she's ready yet. For all I know, she's already down there giving the members a wonderful sight to take in."

I was aching inside, from my own humiliation and from the thought of my wife looking like this in front of all of these people as well. God, what had I gotten into?! Linda attached a leash to my collar and instructed me to follow her with my hands clasped behind my back. I had no time to think of resisting as she led me out the door to the noise of the crowd below.

**

Anna watched as her husband was led off by another woman. That alone set into her feelings of jealousy that pushed her to the limit. She wanted to stop it, having no idea what was to come. But before the feelings had time to foster, Mark took her by the arm in his fist and led her over to a small group of men who'd been sitting off to the side watching them with smiles. She could tell they'd been talking about her, and with the way she was 'brought' over to them she felt the feelings of being an object overwhelm her. One of the men stood up to shake Mark's hand. He was an older man as well, well built and very tan.

"Mark, I have to congratulate you. So this is the little one that you've been talking about."

Mark let out a proud chuckle. "Yes, Dave, this is Anna, my new little pet. I'll introduce you to her husband later, after he's had time to 'adjust'. Anna, I want you to meet my good friend Dave."

Humbly, she held out her hand to shake his; he took her hand and used his other hand to hold her arm by the elbow, keeping her from being able to pull back. He looked her over, not hiding his attempt to appraise her beauty. "My, my... she is indeed a beauty, better in person than the pictures."

She had to wonder if he was referring to the blackmail photos, but she already knew he'd seen her in every way.

Mark and Dave stood there making small talk for a while, and she stood there obediently by his side feeling extremely uncomfortable. Looking around, she could see that every group was stealing looks at her; self-conscious, she turned her attention back to the floor in front of her, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone.

After a while she realized the conversation had turned back to her. Mark was indicating that things were going to spin up soon. "So I need to take this pretty young wife upstairs and get her prepared for the evening. We'll be back down soon."

With that, he put his arm around her waist and guided her up the staircase to a bedroom at the far end of a long hallway. Entering the room, he turned his attention to her fully, his eyes commanding her attention.

"It's been a long trip, and I want you to use the facilities before we go back down." His hand took hers, and he led her to the bathroom. There he stopped at the door and leaned against the frame. "I need you to strip off everything that you have, right now."

She hesitated, feeling confused and uncomfortable; that seemed to spark a new strength out of him.

"Anna. Have you forgotten your place?" His words were hard and commanding. "Have you forgotten that you are here to obey? Do what I tell you, and do it instantly; I will not ask again...now strip!"

His power made her legs weak, and she began taking off her clothing. She stood there naked, and he took a moment to look her over. "Yes, good girl. My good naked little slut. Now, go in to the bathroom, and relieve yourself."

It hit her like a brick; this wasn't something she did in front of people, and she was suddenly feeling very small. His gaze was unwavering though, and she followed his direction. It took a moment, sitting there on the toilet, but finally she was able to let the stream go. So much humiliation flooded into her, and she knew that it was his intent. Her mind was quickly coming into the frame that he wanted.

When she finished, he rewarded her with a "Good girl." He took her by the hand and led her out to the middle of the large bedroom.

Another woman came into the room suddenly; Anna wanted to run. She stood her ground, but covered herself with her arms. Mark would have none of it; a harsh slap on her ass brought a huge impact of shame to her. He instructed her to place her hands behind her neck while they decided how to dress her for the evening.

She stood there with her face burning, so much shame at being viewed naked by this other woman. She was discussed openly, as she stood there silently with her eyes down; then she was slowly 'outfitted'. First, a black leather 'corset' was put around her; this hardly covered her though, and it was designed to lift her breast up, not covering her nipples. A leather g-string was pulled up, and she felt a mild relief at having her moist intimacy hidden now. Next came a very high-heeled pair of shoes; they had apparently planned ahead, and had a size that fit perfectly. She knew she would have to walk carefully, and could feel how they arched her back and legs; there was no doubt that she looked desirable. The words "fuck me pumps" came into her mind, and it brought to the front of her mind the reality of the situation she was in. Thick leather cuffs were placed on each of her limbs, at her ankles and wrists. A thick black leather collar was placed around her neck; it was thick enough that it kept her face lifted up. She was very aware that she would be very limited at lowing her head, knowing that she was going to have to see all who saw her like this. Her makeup was touched up, most notably a much brighter red lipstick applied liberally to her full lips. Last but not least was a pair of decorative clamps that were placed on her now hardened nipples. They weren't overly painful, but she was now very aware of how exposed her breast was; small charms dangled from the clamps, and she could feel every movement that was made. Her arms were brought up slightly behind her back, and chains with clips were used to attach them to the back of the leather corset. There was no hiding her sexy beauty now. Both Mark and the woman stood back to admire the final product.

The woman spoke to Mark. "Mark, you do indeed have a beauty here. This evening is going to be very very memorable." With that, she turned and returned to the party. Mark pulled out a leash and attached it to her collar and then led her to the door.

"You really do look delicious, my little slut. Be sure you're good for me, and do as you're told, ok Anna?" She nodded slightly, too full of embarrassment to say a word. "Eddie will enjoy the way you look too; I for one am anxious to see just how he looks right about now. Let's go join the party, my little slave."