A WILLING CUCKOLD--MY CONCLUSION free porn video

I originally wrote this story for another site that will remain nameless here. Although you cannot read what came before I think I have given enough information to enable any reader to make sense of the story. There’s enough in what I’ve written to make what I believe is a good stand-alone story.

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I rarely read cuckold stories. There’s something about them that makes me extremely uncomfortable, especially when the male is a totally accepting wimp, but I did find “A Willing Cuckold” on another site very interesting. The author wrote it in such a way that there were multiple plot developments possible. Husband John had a small penis and, although his wife was satisfied with his efforts in the bedroom, he tried to convince her to try a really big cock. I’m sure you can figure out what happened next. She loved the big dick and what she did to dominate her husband—humiliating him, controlling his orgasms, and denying him her pussy. I thought the story had a lot of potential.

Unfortunately, the author ended the story with the husband, John, realizing that he was indeed a cuckold in the service of his wife and her big-dicked lover which was hardly a surprise to anyone who read the story. John was conflicted by what was happening—incredibly excited as he watched his wife receive the sexual satisfaction he was unable to give her and masturbating repeatedly as he watched. So enraptured was he that he even performed several acts he would normally not ever consider—licking her lover’s semen from his wife’s body and cleaning the lover’s cock of her accumulated fluids. The following day he showed his further submission to his wife by preparing the lover with his mouth. However, once the sex was done he found himself revolted both by his wife fucking another and his inability to refrain from the perverted acts he had performed.

As the original story ends wife Julie extends her control over John, forbidding him from ever fucking her with his small penis again and even forbidding him from masturbating without her permission. Where does the story go from there? Who knows? I tried to email the author, but received no response which is not surprising considering his last submission was in December, 2009—more than six years ago. Here’s my vision of how the story might end. I hope you enjoy it. By the way, there are no wimps in my stories—a few occasionally misguided men perhaps, but no wimps. I began this as a story of a cheating wife, but it rather quickly evolved into the BDSM genre. It also became much longer than originally intended.

I’m sure that some of you will argue that I should have written this or that, or that you think John is a real wimp. My only response is that I can only write what comes into my head. What you see here is the story as I imagined and pieced it together. Senorlongo


A Willing Cuckold—My Conclusion

As turned on as John had been that night, that’s just how turned off he was the following morning. Now, in the light of day, he found the entire episode revolting and his participation even worse. Yet, he was tentative as he approached Julie at breakfast. “Julie, honey…can we talk for a minute?”

“Of course, darling; I think I know what you’re going to say. You were so ecstatic at seeing Mike fuck me last
night that you want me to do it again and again.”

“Um…that’s not what I was going to say. I did find it terribly exciting watching you, but now—this morning—I just feel terrible. I feel like throwing up. I thought we had agreed that this was going to be a one-time thing. Now you want to continue. You told me yesterday that you would stop if I wanted you to. I did everything you told me to last night, even some things I never thought I would ever do. It was exciting then, but it’s totally repugnant now. I want you to stop and I want to make love with you again.” It had been a struggle, but at last John had made his feelings known.

Julie placed her coffee cup on the table in front of her then turned slowly to face her husband. As much as she had enjoyed—had loved--the sensation of her cunt walls stretching around Mike’s huge phallus, she had loved the power and control over her husband even more. She knew that she’d never give that up. In fact, she already had plans to control him even more. She was sure that she could get Mike to help her.

She spoke calmly, but coldly. There was no love in her words or her tone of voice. “You opened the door, John. I was satisfied with what you gave me, but you wanted me to try a really big cock. Now that I’ve done as you wished I find that I love it. I need a real man to completely satisfy me and, unfortunately you’re not a real man in that department. I have no intention of stopping. In fact, I want Mike to do me even more often. I told him I wanted to see him three times this week…although that might change if he can fit me in even more often. Get used to it, John. I’ll be fucking Mike and you’ll be helping me.”

There was malice in her voice as she sneered, “Now clean up the dishes while I finish getting ready. Oh yeah, no jerking off without permission or I’ll really get pissed at you. Trust me on this—you don’t ever want that to happen.”

I sat there as she walked out and down the hallway. Where had this gone so wrong and why? This was the woman who sworn for years that she loved me more than life itself. I didn’t mind giving her the upper hand while we were making love, but now she was trying to control everything I did. I wasn’t happy, but what could I do? I rinsed the dishes and put them into the dishwasher. I had just finished wiping the table and the counter when Julie strolled back into the kitchen.

“I was just on the phone with Mike. He’s coming tonight at seven. Change the sheets before he gets here. Thanks honey!” She leaned forward to kiss me, but I turned my head at the last second. Her lips touched my cheek instead. “I hope you plan on growing up before tonight. I know how much you look forward to jerking that little thing.” Then she was out the door. I walked back to the bedroom where I stripped the bed and put on a new set of sheets. I was almost done when my phone buzzed with a text. It was from Julie—“Mike likes scotch. Buy a bottle. He likes Johnnie Walker Blue.” He would…but he’d never get it from me. I’d buy the cheapest shit I could find.

Julie always left for work before me and arrived home after me. She worked as an office manager with hours from 8:00 through 5:00. I thought it was a shitty job for a shitty company. I worked as an investment analyst, mostly making my own hours, for a major brokerage firm. I also earned more than five times Julie’s salary. My salary was greater than Julie’s, but my bonus had over the past three years completely dwarfed her earnings.

I had controlled the finances in our family ever since we’d married. Even Julie had agreed that she had no mind for money. Our bi-weekly checks were deposited directly into our joint account. She had a 401 (k) account through her company as did I, but I also had extensive investments in my name. That is, after all, what I do. I had a sour taste in my mouth as I left for work that morning and it wasn’t from licking Mike’s cum from Julie’s body although that didn’t help. I opened all of the car’s windows in the hope the fresh air would stop me from retching.

My work was fairly close by while Julie had to drive to the other side of town. I was home by 5:30 that evening with a bottle of Ardbeg, not Johnny Walker Blue as requested. It was on sale--$11.95. I would be damned if I’d spend more than a hundred bucks for someone who was going to fuck my wife. A few minutes later I started dinner—pork chops, baked potatoes and baby carrots, setting the table as I waited for Julie. Dinner was almost ready when she walked in the door. Her face was beaming, the only bright spot of this entire misadventure, but she scowled when she saw me. “I think you should be naked while you’re in the house. Take off your clothes now so you’ll be ready when Mike arrives.”

“Julie, you can see that I’m cooking. I don’t want to get burned when fat from the chops spatter. I’ll have plenty of time after dinner, believe me. Besides, I can always undress while you’re entertaining him.”

“I guess you don’t want to jerk off tonight. You’re not doing it without my permission and you’re only getting it if you follow my instructions to the letter like you did last night. Take off your clothes now.” She stood in the doorway with her arms folded across her chest—the chest I doubted I’d ever fondle again. I walked past her to the bedroom, returning a few minutes later totally naked. As I had predicted, grease spattered up from the broiler onto my abdomen burning my skin. I almost dropped the chops, but managed at the last second to save our dinner.

Julie ate with a smirk on her face and I was sure I knew why. “You need to relax, John, and go with the flow. You’re the one I love, not Mike. You’re the one I want to spend my life with, not Mike. What I’m doing with him is just sex—damned good sex, but just sex.”

“Yeah, but you’re giving him what should be mine. I’m the one who married you. I’m the one who pays the bills, but I don’t get the benefits.”

“I’m not forgetting about you or your needs, John. How many times did you cum last night? Three? Four? I already told you that I’d jerk you off or even give you a blowjob from time to time. That’s one thing I’m not giving to Mike. I’d never get that monster into my mouth, although you seemed to be able to handle it pretty easily. I’ll bet you’d enjoy swallowing his load, wouldn’t you?”

“You know I’m not gay. I only did that to please you and I’d prefer not to do it again.”

Julie laughed. “Yeah…right!” We finished the meal in silence with Julie leaving me to shower while I tackled the dishes. The doorbell rang at seven sharp. Julie called out from the bedroom telling me to get it. I did even though I was stark naked.

“Nice outfit, John. Damn, I can see you’re already excited. I don’t think I’d even be able to see it if it was soft. How about a scotch on the rocks, John? Did you get that Blue I told Julie I liked?”

“No,” I lied. “They didn’t have it so I got Ardbeg. I hope that’s okay.”

Mike scowled just as Julie walked in wearing the sexy black teddy I’d given her for Valentine’s Day. “What’s the matter, lover?”

“Your asshole husband got me some mystery shit for scotch. I wanted the Blue.”

“If you wanted the Blue so badly why didn’t you buy it yourself?”

“John! How dare you speak to our guest that way? Get his drink then join us in the bedroom. Sit in your chair and shut up. Oh, and don’t you dare touch that tiny dick of yours until I say you can. Get me a Chardonnay while you’re at it.”

They were already into it by the time I reached the bedroom. I handed the drinks to them then Julie pointed me to the chair, reminding me again to keep my hands off my dick. I was there for several minutes while Julie and Mike made out passionately.

“John, come over here and help Mike out of his clothes. Then you can get him ready like you did yesterday.” Part of me was revolted, but another part of me was terribly excited by the prospect of watching them fuck…watching the rapture on Julie’s face as she exploded in orgasm. I unbuttoned Mike’s shirt, blushing horribly in my humiliation. I had to kneel to remove his shoes and socks and was about to rise when Julie told me to stay on my knees. “Stay there and take out a REAL MAN’s cock. Feel how heavy it is. Tell me about it, John. Tell me all about Mike’s cock.”

“It’s big,” I gasped. “Much bigger than mine and it’s really heavy. I can feel the heat from it.”

“Put it into your mouth, John. Lick and suck it. Do it for me. Suck a REAL MAN’s cock. It’s as close as you’ll ever get to one.” I wanted desperately to cum, to be able to jerk my little dick so I did as Julie instructed even though was revolted by the whole idea. Using my tongue I licked his dick as it grew steadily in my hand and mouth. Finally, I took the huge purple head into my mouth, surprised when Mike began to fuck me with it, his hands holding my head still as he did.

He laughed as he pulled out. “Maybe one of these days I’ll give it all to you, John, but just now I want to fuck your gorgeous wife. Get back into your chair and stay there. Watch as I slide my big cock into your wife.”

“Yes, John—watch as a REAL MAN fucks your wife…doing what you can’t do…what you’ll never do again.” My face burned in shame and humiliation, but my cock was as big and as hard as it had ever been and it was still less than half of what Mike’s had been soft. I sat there mesmerized as Mike pushed into Julie for more than fifteen minutes giving her three massive orgasms until he pulled out and spurted six times onto Julie’s tits. That’s when she summoned me to her with instructions to clean Mike first then her. Cleaning Mike wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be; all I could do was taste Julie on his softening organ.

Once I was done with him Julie took my cock in her hand and jerked me twice. I was ashamed even more when I came explosively into her hand. She held it up. “Drink it John. Drink it all. Lick my hand clean then you can lick my body until all of Mike’s cum is where it belongs in your stomach. Tell me again how you find this so disgusting.” I drank my cum from her hand, disgusted at my weakness then I licked as she told me, beginning at her navel and moving up first to the right tit and then to her left, spend an inordinate time licking around her nipples and areolas. Julie and Mike laughed at my humiliation.

“That’s good, John. You’ve made me hot enough to take Mike again. Why don’t you get him hard again for me?” I looked into her eyes. I saw only hardness in her demand, not the love I had prayed for—the love she had promised me. She raised her hand, gripped my hair, and turned my head. Mike’s cock was just in front of my face. Julie pushed me to it and I opened my mouth obediently. Seconds later I was sucking actively. There was a part of me that wanted to kill this man, but there was another that wanted that huge organ in my mouth, licking and sucking and loving it. Why wasn’t I strong enough to resist?

“Thanks, buddy—I needed that so I could go again with your missus. She really is a hot lay. I guess telling you that comes as no surprise, but I wanted you to know. I plan on doing it as often as possible. She’s the best.”

“Thanks, lover; you’re pretty outstanding yourself. John, refresh our drinks, will you…please?” I rose from the bed to take the two empty glasses and walked out the door to the kitchen just as Mike took her. Then I realized that there was no more Chardonnay in the house. I returned to speak with Julie, but stopped when I heard them talking. I knew instantly that it was about me.

“Why don’t you dump that loser?”

“I can’t afford to. He makes more than five times what I make. Now that you’re out of a job we need him more than ever. Besides, I’m having so much fun bossing him around. I’m going to take him all the way. By the time I’m done he’ll be nothing more than my abject slave—my cum-swallowing cock sucking cuckold slave—supporting us while we fuck ourselves silly every night. He’ll do everything I say—all the housework, the laundry, the yard…everything…and I plan to deny him the orgasms he craves so much. I’ve been reading a lot online about female dominated relationships. He’s perfect to be my slave. I can’t wait to feel his tongue up my ass. I should have done this to him years ago. I thought I was in love with John, but not any more.

“He thinks I’m his loving wife. That’s a laugh. I used to love him, but how could any woman love what he is now? He’s useless in bed unless he licks me to an orgasm. I’m doing him a favor by controlling him. He’d probably jerk off twenty times a day if I didn’t. You saw him last night. He couldn’t keep his hand off of it—that pathetic little boy’s weenie.”

“I think I can help you with that. Why don’t I…?” I turned away knowing that my life and marriage had been destroyed. I returned a few minutes later with another glass of scotch for Mike and a glass of Pinot Grigio for Julie. She wasn’t happy to learn that we’d run out of Chardonnay.

Mike fucked Julie again that night and I was required to clean both of them again. I did it as they laughed over and over. Then Julie took my cock between her thumb and forefinger and jerked me off, making me cum in less than twenty seconds. I looked at her face as she laughed again holding her filthy hand out for me to clean. Mike left at 10:30 and Julie retired to the shower while I changed the sheets sodden with Julie’s ejaculate. Most of Mike’s was in my stomach. I was disgusted, both with the situation and with myself for not being stronger.

Mike fucked Julie four times that week and Wednesday morning Julie had told me he was staying over for the weekend. I was told to move my clothes and shaving gear to the spare room. I tried to argue, but got nowhere. “I’m getting tired of all your whining, John. How many times do I have to tell you this is the way things are going to be with us from now on? You need to get on board. Aren’t your sexual needs being addressed? You’ve never cum so often in all the time we’ve been married. Now…do as you’re told.” She crossed her arms again and smirked, thinking that I was powerless to resist.

In truth, I’d already begun planning my exit. My job requires that I take a mountain of data and boil it down to the essentials then make sense of what remains. That was how I’d earned millions for the firm and for our investors. Now the problem was somewhat more pressing. The problem was how to save my life.

I computed our earnings over the past five years—the time that Julie and I had lived together and combined our incomes. My earnings amounted to just over eighty-five percent of the total. That’s what I figured I was entitled to. I wasn’t planning to divorce Julie. Then she’d get fifty percent. No…I planned on just disappearing. It was enough to get me started somewhere else—another life in another place. Additionally, my grandfather had died what I was fourteen. Like Warren Buffett, I had invested the money I’d inherited carefully, making the first critical decisions leading to my personal wealth. That money was more than a million dollars before I had even met Julie. I was legally entitled to that, too.

All of my investments were in my name only. I knew it was a big mistake to put investments of any kind in both the husband’s and wife’s names because of the potential tax burden. Many people believe that each owns half, but the IRS takes a different view. Joint ownership of an investment account means a tax on the entire amount when one partner dies.

I began to liquidate my investments, holding the money in my brokerage account at the firm until I was ready to act and move it around the globe. The other thing I did was talk to mi amigo, Jaime in the mailroom. Jaime was born here in the U.S. and spoke perfect English, but many of the so-called “upper echelon” employees dumped on him for being a Mexican. They avoided the mailroom like the plague, but I considered Jaime to be a good friend, maybe even my best. We usually met for lunch on Friday’s, the only day I didn’t work through.

I went to see him Tuesday morning right after hearing that my loving wife planned to spend the week fucking her lover. Jaime was shocked to see me so early and more so when he saw the expression on my face. “Juan…amigo…what is wrong?”

“I made a big mistake, Jaime…a really big mistake.” I spent a few minutes explaining how I had encouraged Julie to take a lover who could give her what I couldn’t and how the situation had spiraled out of control. He listened without comment until I was done.

“Excuse me for saying this, my friend, but you gringos are fucked up. No Mexican would ever allow his woman to fuck another. I would cut my wife’s tits off if she even thought of it. What are you going to do? You know I will help you any way I can. Perhaps this person might have an accident…a really bad accident. That could be arranged very easily. You know I have contacts.”

I knew that Jaime had sources of income other than his job. He was known to supply drugs to some of the stockbrokers who had to endure much more stress than I ever could. He had told me that he had contacts with a Mexican crime syndicate several times. “No, that won’t help, but…thank you. If something happens to him she’ll just find someone else. I think I’m going to get a private investigator involved. There’s something about this guy that doesn’t feel right. He swore that he was only interested in occasional sex when Julie was doing research online. Now he’s moving in and, worse, he’s helping her to control and dominate me. What I’d like to do is disappear so she could never find me. Think that’s possible? I’ve read that a person can get a new identity if he has the right contacts.”

Jaime placed his hand on my shoulder. “You have come to the right place, my friend. Let me tell you about my Tio Pepe…my uncle. He is high up in the syndicate I’ve told you about. I will phone him tonight to see if he can help you. I’m sure he can. Can you get to Los Angeles without her knowing?

“Sure…I’ll take the bus. It’ll be slow, but I can pay cash and there’s almost no security. I’ve already started to sell my investments. If I wait until the last moment to send the money out of the country I’ll be gone before anyone knows or before the law comes looking for me. You know…the firm sends money overseas all the time. I’ll bet I can do it under the firm’s umbrella. It’ll work if I can get a new identity and can get out of the country.”

“I’ll speak with you tomorrow morning, amigo. Keep the accident in mind. Maybe she should have one.”

“I’ll have to think about that. Thanks, Jaime. I’d better get to work.” We shook hands and I took the elevator up to my office, working all morning and afternoon, but spending lunch divesting myself of more of my investments. I had more than one point nine million in my brokerage account by the end of the day.
I spoke to my boss the following morning to request some comp time that afternoon, telling him that I had some personal problems that I needed to resolve. I spent the afternoon interviewing several private investigators. I finally settled on a woman—Moira Kelly. I told her the truth—the whole truth, holding nothing back. “I know that she has some plans for me—plans to turn me into her slave, although I have no idea yet how she plans to do it. I guess that what I really need is information on her lover first…everything you can find out about him.”

“Will he be at your house tonight?”

“Yes, unfortunately; he usually arrives around seven. He’s supposed to spend the weekend which means they’ll spend the entire time together. I’ve already been told to move my clothes to the spare room.”

“I know this seems overwhelming, John, but I’ll be with you every step of the way. You’ll be able to get away to work every day other than the weekends so that’s when we’ll meet. I should have something in a few days once I get his photo and his license plate number. Then I’ll be able to check police and military records. This is actually a fairly standard investigation.”

I thanked her then gave her $2,500 cash for her retainer, promising more if needed. I returned to work, walking directly to the mailroom. Jaime was waiting there for me. “Sorry I couldn’t come down this morning. I needed to work so I could take the afternoon off. I’ve hired a private investigator to look into her lover. Any luck on your end?”

“Yes, my Tio Pepe will be happy to help you. He says it will cost $10,000, but he guarantees your complete satisfaction. He will arrange for some minor plastic surgery. I’m sure you know that the government uses face recognition programs in all of the airports and train stations so he’ll keep you away from them. None the less, you will be out of the country safely before you know it. Just let me know when you are leaving.” I thanked Jaime and left the building. I needed a little time to think so I went to the local park where I sat on a bench overlooking a large pond.

I had thought that I’d resign my position, but now knowing that I could get a new identity I thought it better to just disappear. I stayed there as long as possible before returning to what had once been my happy home. Knowing that Julie would expect me to be naked I removed my clothing, hanging my suit in the guest room closet before beginning tonight’s dinner.

Mike showed up at seven on the dot, exactly as expected. Julie was wearing a new baby doll outfit I’d never seen before. She must have bought it today just for him. That reminded me that I had to cancel our credit cards. Then, as I stifled a little chuckle, I decided not to. Let her charge to her heart’s content. I wished I could be here to see the expression on her face when she realized her meal ticket was gone and she’d have to pay all of the bills herself.

Tonight was a repeat of the earlier nights, except that Mike came in my mouth for the first time while he and Julie ridiculed and mocked me. I burned with shame, but there was nothing I could do. Mike was bigger and stronger than me. At 5’ 11” and 155 pounds I was hardly going to overwhelm someone who was four inches taller and fifty pounds heavier. I took the abuse instead, knowing that it would end soon. I was allowed to cum, spilling my load into Julie’s wine glass then drinking it. She banished me to the guest room, telling me that I’d never sleep with her again.

Friday was here before I knew it. I was surprised to find Julie’s and Mike’s cars in the driveway when I arrived home. I had to park in the street. Julie was on me as soon as I walked into the door. “Get those clothes off and into the bedroom in less than five minutes.” Her voice was as hard as nails and the expression on her face was a perfect match. Mike just smirked like the cat that had eaten the canary.

Julie was sitting on the bed when I trotted in, breathing heavily from rushing. “Stand here, John, at the foot of the bed and place your hands behind your back.” Mike gripped my arms as Julie strode behind me. I knew I was in trouble as soon as I heard the ratchet of the handcuffs. I was totally helpless less than ten seconds later. “I’ve told you and told you to stop your incessant whining. Now I’m going to stop it permanently. Move your ass into the bathroom and get into the shower.” She turned me and pushed me toward the open door.
I was standing in the stall when she produced a battery-powered trimmer from a brown paper bag. It was just like the one my barber uses. “A REAL MAN has pubic hair. You’re not a REAL MAN so you’re not entitled to have any. Same with body hair; REAL MEN have hair on their chests, but you’re not a REAL MAN.” I started to complain, but she gripped my balls and squeezed. “Shut your fucking mouth before these go, too.” I stood silently in pain while she trimmed every hair on my body other than those on my head from my body.

When she was done she stepped out and pulled a pair of rubber gloves over her hands. Next thing I knew she was applying a thick liquid over my body. Every square inch was covered, even my neck and face where my beard would normally grow. I became aware pretty soon that my skin was burning. After fifteen minutes Julie turned on the water—just the cold—and laughed again while all my body hair ran down the drain. I was mortified when I looked down to see my hairless body. Unfortunately, that was just the beginning of my ordeal.

Once I was dry Julie pushed me back to the bedroom. She and Mike laughed while they removed a stainless steel contraption from the bag. I was mystified as Julie placed the large ring around my cock and balls. When she pushed my cock into the caged cylinder I became worried. “What is this? What are you doing to me?”

“This is a cock cage, stupid. I’m taking full control of your orgasms. I’ll let you out so you can jerk off every now and then, but your days of jerking it four or five times a day are over.” She tightened the bolts and placed the wrench on a chain that went around her neck. I noticed another around Mike’s. I knew instinctively that she’d have total control of me by controlling my access to my cock.

“I’m not done with you yet. I’ve had to listen to your whiney complaints all week. Now you’re going to pay.” Mike grabbed me and manhandled me onto the bed. He held my head up while Julie forced a leather ball into my mouth and buckled the straps tightly around my head. I almost fainted when I saw what she pulled from the closet. It was a long flexible cane. She brought it down onto my butt without warning. I arched my back in response and screamed into the gag. She did it again and again. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! My ass felt like it was on fire. I bawled like a baby from the pain and humiliation.

“Are you ever going to whine to me again?” I shook my head as vigorously as I could. “Are you going to follow my orders from now on?” I nodded immediately. She hit me again anyway—just because she could. Finally, after—I didn’t know—thirty? Fifty? She stopped and sat beside me. “You know, don’t you, John that I only did that because I love you and I want our marriage to succeed. Our relationship is changing. I’m moving to the top and you’re going down. That’s the way it’s going to be. You just have to accept your new role. I’m afraid that I’m going to have to whip you again and again until you eventually figure it out. Do yourself a big favor and get on the wagon. Do everything I tell you when I tell you. Do you understand me?”

I couldn’t nod fast enough even though I knew what she’d told me was just so much bullshit. She hung the cane on a hook on the wall—a reminder, I guessed, of what she could do to me. She rubbed some lotion into my butt in what I thought was supposed to convince me of her sincerity and her love. Julie released my hands, telling me, “Mike wants Johnny Walker Blue. Get dressed and get some. While you’re there, make sure you get enough Chardonnay to get us through the weekend. I’ll whip you again if I have to send you out for more. Now get moving!” I jumped up and ran into the guest room. I was dressed in less than two minutes, literally running out the door while Julie and Mike laughed and ridiculed me. I knew then that I’d get out as soon as humanly possible.

I bought two bottles of the Johnny Walker Blue at almost $150 each. What did I care? I wouldn’t be around to pay for them. They’d be on Julie’s head as would the case of expensive Chardonnay—the most expensive I could find. I was back at the house carrying in their refreshments in less than thirty minutes. I could hear them in the bedroom as soon as I entered the house. Without waiting for orders I poured a glass of scotch over several ice cubes and filled a wine glass with the Chardonnay, still chilled from the store. I stripped off my clothes, placing them temporarily in a kitchen cabinet, and put the glasses onto a silver tray along with come chunks of cheddar and crackers.

I knocked on the door frame, requesting permission to enter. I knelt at my wife’s feet as I served the drinks and cheese platter. I was about to rise and leave when Julie pushed her foot into my face. “I love seeing you on your knees, darling. It’s where you’ll spend a lot of your time in the future. While you’re there why don’t you clean my feet. Take each of my toes into your mouth and suck them clean. Use your tongue to clean out any jam between my toes. Do a good job and I’ll give serious thought to letting you cum before the weekend is over. Of course, that will depend on your behavior toward Mike and me.” With that, she pushed her foot into my mouth. I knew that I had to play my role.

Her foot was disgusting. How she made her foot smell so badly or where she managed to get them so filthy was a mystery. I gritted my teeth and dug in, cleaning each toe lovingly and sucking the detritus that had accumulated in the spaces between. When that was done I carefully licked the sole from heel to toe until Julie switched feet. I knew she was satisfied when her foot on my face pushed me away. “Get out and make our dinner. You absolutely disgust me…and to think I was once in love with such a low creature as you. What on earth was I thinking?” She turned her attention from me to Mike’s big cock, stroking it and licking the head. She still refused to put it into her mouth.

I removed two thick ribeyes from the refrigerator and placed three potatoes into the oven to bake. That done I made a nice tossed salad using lettuce, fresh tomatoes, green pepper, and radishes I’d picked up that same afternoon at a nearby farm stand. Homemade Italian dressing finished the meal. Then I set the table: three places—how foolish of me—and used our best linen napkins and crystal. Almost an hour later I knocked at the bedroom door to let the lovers know that I would place the steaks on the grill momentarily. I requested permission to dress. Our grill is visible from the yards of four neighbors. For some reason Julie and Mike found this hilarious. I learned the reason why when they summoned me into the bedroom.

“I went shopping for you today, John. A REAL MAN wears boxers, or even briefs. Mike is a REAL MAN. You are not. You’ll never wear REAL MAN’s underwear again. Instead, you’ll wear women’s panties.” She reached into a bag and removed a pair of frilly pink bikini panties. She held them out for me to step into. My face was red and I cried with embarrassment as she pulled them up my legs. I looked down in amazement that she would humiliate me so badly. Had I even a shred of love remaining for her it died at that second. I knew then that I’d be gone in days instead of weeks as I had originally planned.

Things went steadily downhill from there. I was not allowed to eat at the table, nor was I allowed to eat while they ate. I was expected to serve them and even to cut their meat. I ate cold food from plates on the floor and I was allowed ginger ale instead of wine. Yes…you’re right—wine is for a REAL MAN!

I was whipped again that night and an additional three times over the weekend. I could barely stand by Sunday night and I certainly couldn’t sit. Julie was about to whip me again, but Mike told her not to. “I’m afraid you’ll kill him if you do it again. The last thing we need is for him to wind up in a hospital. I can think of something even worse.” Julie looked at him with a bemused expression as he called me to his cock. “Kneel here, John. Suck me off.”

I was terrified of another whipping so I willingly took his swelling cock into my mouth. He pushed it in until it was all the way into my throat. I thought I would suffocate, but at the last possible second he pulled out. A few seconds later he pushed back in and began to actively fuck my mouth. I barely moved. I couldn’t—that’s how much pain I was in. It seemed to go on forever, but eventually he came. Then Julie wouldn’t allow me to swallow it. Instead, I had to hold it on my tongue to show her. I was banished to the guest room as they mocked and ridiculed me even more. I retreated and closed the door. Once in the hallway I walked to the guest bathroom for a much needed shower. The hot water soothed the welted areas on my back and butt and thighs.

I had to sleep on my stomach because of the pain. I doubted I’d be able to sit for a week. Pissing was agony. I had to sit because of the cock cage. I knew that Julie had no intention to take it off. She’d made sure that I’d screw up, even when I hadn’t, just so she could beat me. Denying me was a foregone conclusion.

I was up early to make coffee and breakfast. I remained naked as I delivered a tray of coffee, real cream I’d been sent out for yesterday morning, and sugar. I knocked quietly at the door and waited almost ten minutes before the summons came. I knelt, praying that I wouldn’t be caned again. Surprisingly, Mike came to my rescue again, even telling me that I needed to dress and go to work. He didn’t have to say it twice.
I heard Julie speak as I scampered from the room. “Why did you do that, Mike? I just wanted to warm up that ass a bit as a reminder during the day.”

“I know, darling, but if you really hurt him he won’t be able to take care of us. You want to do the cooking or cleaning?”

I saw her kiss him as I turned the corner into what was now “my room.” I dressed hurriedly and scooted to the street where my car had been ticketed for being parked there overnight. Like I’d pay for it; I’d be gone long before the court date.

I was in the mailroom trying to explain to Jaime what had happened to me over the weekend. Finally, I broke down and pointed to the storeroom. I removed my jacket and tie, unbuttoned my shirt, and dropped my pants and pink panties. If Jaime was surprised to see them he was livid when he saw my back and butt. Then I turned around and showed him the cock cage. He bent down for a close look then stood and smiled. “We are going out for lunch today, my friend. I need to make a call to a friend who is a machinist. I’ll bet he can make a key for that bolt. I know we talked about it, but after what she’s done you can count on that bitch having several accidents. In fact…I just had a really good idea. I’ll tell you about it after you’re gone.”

I thanked Jaime as I dressed. I left once I was decent and was half-way to my office when my cell rang. It was Moira Kelly. “I have some important information for you. Can we meet today?” I never left the elevator, pressing the button for the basement garage once the door had opened. I was in my car on the way to Moira’s office less than five minutes later. I never bothered to tell my boss. I couldn’t see the point.

Moira welcomed me with a smile, asking me to sit. “I’d just as soon stand if you don’t mind.” Then I explained what had transpired over the weekend. I could see the shock on her face several times as I spoke.

“Well, I think I have good news for you. I got his photo Friday night and ran his license plate. You know him as Michael Brown, but his real name is Michael Bologna. He’s a convicted felon and there are two warrants for his arrest on the books in this state and three in other states.”

“Open warrants…now?”

“Yes, I’m quite sure the police will be interested. In addition to the warrants he jumped bail in Missouri. His M.O. is to seduce stupid married women and demean their husbands. Once he has the woman’s confidence he steals all of her jewelry and cash. He’s even been known to steal credit cards. Does your wife have much jewelry?”

“Yeah, she does—almost fifty thousand worth. Maybe I should wait until it’s been stolen. I could, but I won’t. I plan to get out as quickly as I can—tomorrow, sooner if I can get the police to act by then.” I thanked Moira sincerely and took two copies of her report when I left. I went straight to police headquarters where I asked to see a detective. When asked for a reason my reply was simple: “to get a dangerous felon off the streets.” Detective George Kline came out to speak with me about five minutes later.

“I know where one Michael Bologna can be found. I’m told that there are several warrants out on him at the present time.” He turned on his workstation and typed in a few commands. He returned his attention to me a few minutes later after showing me a mug shot on the screen. I confirmed his identity.

“There are two open warrants here in Illinois and three more in other states, all for grand theft and I see that he jumped bail in Missouri. What’s your source of information?”

“He’s seduced my wife and I’m sure she’ll be his next victim. Right now he’s living at my house.”

“We can pick him up right now. I just need a little time to get a few men together.”

I thought about it for maybe half a second before agreeing then led a small convoy to my house. Police officers covered the rear exits as I opened the front door to find Mike seated in the living room dressed only in my robe while sipping some of my Johnny Walker Blue even though it wasn’t yet noon. He must have realized what was up as soon as he saw the two detectives and one uniformed officer behind me. He rose and held his wrists behind his back. He was cuffed and gone less than two minutes later. I stopped them at the door and removed his copy of my cock cage key from his neck. He smirked as he turned out the door.

I phoned Jaime to tell him I was free and that I wanted to leave that afternoon, if possible. He asked me to stop by as soon as I could. I promised I would, but first I went to my home office and typed a letter to Julie. I left it, the cock cage, and my wedding ring on the table with a copy of the PI’s report. I left at 11:30 with my backpack and a change of clothes in a brown paper sack. I took one last look at the home I’d once loved then walked away, never looking back.

My first stop was the bank. I had almost $50,000 I had saved to buy a new luxury car for Julie in a special account. I closed it, taking twenty thousand in cash and the rest in a cashier’s check, thinking I’d later endorse it to Jaime to thank him for all of his help. My next stop was the office. I arrived just as all of the bigwigs were headed out for lunch. I walked into the CFO’s office and sat gingerly at his computer. I knew that he kept his password on a post-it under the keyboard. Using that, I transferred the money from my account to a numbered account in Switzerland. Three minutes later I moved it to Brazil, a bank in Rio de Janeiro, and five after that to a bank in the Cayman Islands. Finally, I moved the money to a bank in Mexico City. Once I was done I went downstairs to see my friend Jaime.

“I’m ready to go, Jaime. I want to give you this.” I showed him the check.

“Save it, John. You can get Tio Pepe to cash it for you, but I will take your car if you insist.” That was a great idea. It was completely paid for and I had the title in my glove box. I know that was stupid, but I always locked the car, even in my driveway. I went into the garage and returned five minutes later. Jaime was on his cell when I returned. I signed the title and made out a simple bill of sale, exchanging a year old Lexus for $300 even though no money would change hands.

“That was Tio Pepe on the phone, John. He has made arrangements for your transportation in a long haul truck. This way you can lie down the entire way. The truck will leave the depot at four this afternoon. Let’s get some lunch and then I’ll drop you near the depot.”

I let Jaime drive his new car to the fanciest restaurant in town. We had just ordered cocktails when he looked at me. I’d never seen Jaime so serious. “I’m going to miss you, John. You’re the best person in the entire firm. Truth is I think I’ll quit, too. I just can’t see me working there with all those assholes.” I had no answer and, truthfully, I couldn’t disagree either. Most of the firm were exactly as Jaime had described them—totally self-absorbed assholes.

We had a wonderful meal then I went into the men’s room where I changed my clothes, donning my polo and sweater over jeans and sneakers, and putting my suit into the sack. We dropped it into a collection bin for the Salvation Army on the way to the depot. Jaime showed me where to stand with the instruction that the driver would stop for me out of sight of the transport company’s prying eyes. I went to shake his hand, but he pulled me into a hug. “Buena suerte, mi amigo. Good luck, my friend.” Then my best friend in all the world turned and drove away.

I had to stand there for almost a half hour when I saw a big rig turn the corner. It glided to a stop and the door opened. I climbed in saying, “Thanks…I’m ….”

He stopped me immediately. “I don’t want to know who you are. I don’t want to know anything about you. I understand you’re injured so why don’t you climb into the berth, Mac. That’s what I plan on calling you…Mac. That okay?”

“Perfect, bud. You won’t mind if I treat to a few meals, will you?”

“Hell no; now get up there where you won’t be seen. Go to sleep if you want to. I’ve got a long night ahead of me.” He shifted into gear just as I lay down on the berth. It was more comfortable than I had thought. I fell to sleep almost immediately wondering what Julie would think when she returned home from work that afternoon. I was smiling when I closed my eyes.

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Julie was grinning ear to ear when she strode into the house at 5:30. “John, you fucking idiot…where are you? Get your ass out here and kiss my feet. Where the hell are you? Mike? Mike?” By then she had reached the kitchen where she saw the open cock cage and John’s wedding ring lying on the top of a pile of papers. She picked up the letter cautiously and began to read. Her face went pale and her smile turned into a frown as she did.

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Julie,

I’m sure you realize by now that I have gone. I loved you more than anything right up until the past ten days when you betrayed everything I believed in. I knew that you were deserving of more pleasure than I could give you with my small cock even though I tried to see to your pleasure every time we made love. That’s why I suggested you find someone with a bigger dick. We discussed this several times once you agreed and you knew this was to be only the one time. Instead you pushed me away and took up with someone you knew nothing about just because his dick was bigger than mine.

I might have been able to live with that if you’d continued to make love with me, even if it had only been once or twice a week. Instead, you demeaned me in every perverted way you could think of. Worse, you tried to make me into some kind of slave. That was when I realized that any love you might have felt for me was dead. It was also the time that my love for you died, as well.

The man you know as Michael Brown is in reality Michael Bologna, a convicted felon who is wanted in Illinois, Kentucky, and Missouri for grand theft. He likes to seduce stupid married women then steals their jewelry and disappears. He also likes to tear down the husbands and destroy whatever relationship remained between the husband and wife. Nice guy!

I was at police headquarters this morning and brought the police here to arrest him. I’m sure he’d love a visit from you. Unfortunately, the County Jail doesn’t allow conjugal visits. Too bad!

I earned more than 85% of our total earnings so that’s what I’ve taken with me. I suggest you start to pay close attention to your expenses. You don’t earn enough to pay for the house, your car, and the utilities let alone food and other expenses so I suggest you try to sell the house and move into an apartment that you can afford.

Don’t try to find me. You won’t be able to. I’ll be under the radar so it would just be a waste of your money. Even if you found me I’d never come back to you. Why would I want to? You’ve destroyed us. You can get a divorce for abandonment after a year if you want. Me? I just don’t give a shit!

John

Julie sank into the chair and began to cry.

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I woke up as we pulled into a truck stop. “Where are we?”

“Kansas…just west of Topeka. You hungry? I’m going to eat and get a room. You might want to do the same. Got enough cash?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Well, you’d better bring it with you. Crooks break into these cabs all the time.” I grabbed my backpack and climbed down. My legs were a bit unsteady when they hit the ground. I treated to dinner and then we retired to tiny rooms with single beds and basic bathrooms. It was clean and quiet—all that I needed.

Eight hours later my room phone rang—my driver telling me it was time for breakfast which I also bought and then we were on the road again. It was boring. That’s the plain and simple truth. We got onto I-40 and stayed there hour after hour, stopping one more time, until we reached Barstow, California—the end of the line for me. “You’re getting off here, Mac. Someone will come by to pick you up in a few minutes. Good luck to you.” I exited, voiced my thanks and he drove down the highway.

I was there less than fifteen minutes when a mid-sized sedan pulled to a stop next to me. The driver was obviously Mexican. He opened the door and greeted me in Spanish—“Welcome to California, John.” I got into the car. My injuries had partially healed by now so I was able to sit fairly comfortably. Several hours later we pulled into a long driveway in the hills just outside Los Angeles. I went into the house to meet Tio Pepe.

He was a short man like many Mexicans with Mayan heritage. Standing to greet me he had a big smile, his white teeth framed by dark skin and totally white hair and moustache. He asked for my driver’s license as well as all of my credit cards. I watched as he shredded them then I handed over my cell phone. I had turned it off when I left Jaime so it couldn’t be traced. He took my passport, telling me that I would need it in order to cross the border.

I had been there less than an hour when I was examined by a physician who described how he would modify my appearance—reshape my ears and eyes, broaden my nose and flatten my chin. “A simple procedure,” he said. I had it the following day right there in the house. My face was almost completely bandaged when Tio Pepe walked into my room. Without speaking he inserted a DVD into the player. “Do you know this movie, John?”

“The Magnificent Seven? Who doesn’t? It’s a classic with an incredible cast—Yul Brynner, Steve McQueen, James Coburn, Charles Bronson, Eli Wallach. They don’t make ‘em like that any more.”

“Do you know that many Irish have immigrated to Mexico over the past 150 years? That is how the Charles Bronson role had the name Bernardo O’Reilly. I thought about that as a name for you, but Bernardo is not often used now. Using it would only draw unwanted attention to you. Instead, your name will be Diego Luis Reilly. Now…I have a business proposition for you. You have been an analyst for a brokerage firm and you have made plenty of money doing it. I would like you to do the same for our syndicate. You will never touch any of our money. I doubt you’d be willing to do that under any circumstances. All we ask is for your recommendations for stocks and bonds for our investments.

“A few of our enterprises are illegal, but most are completely legitimate and, like any businessmen, we want our money to earn as much as possible. In return we will pay you $100,000 a year—a fortune in Mexico--and we’ll give you a beautiful villa overlooking the Pacific in Punta de Mita with a housekeeper/cook to see after your every need. All you need to do is the same job you’ve been doing all along.”

“You do realize that no one can see the future. I do make the occasional mistake.”

“We do not expect perfection, but we do expect a professional effort.” I rose and shook his hand. We had a deal. I only hoped I had not made one with the devil.

All told I stayed with Tio Pepe for an entire month. It had been two weeks after my surgery that I first saw my new face. It looked good and I could see a slight Mexican influence even though I retained my light brown hair and blue eyes in addition to my white skin. A few days later a photographer took my photo and the day before I left I received my Mexican passport and driver’s license.

“These look just like the real thing,” I told Tio when I first saw them.

“That is because they are. We have people in government who are more than willing to supplement their meager incomes to help us. Tomorrow you will be driven south to the border. You’ll walk across around nine in the evening. The border guards pay little attention after sunset. A driver will await you on the other side. He will see you to Punta de Mita, partly by air and partly by car. I wish you the best of luck, my friend. I am reassured to see that my nephew has such excellent judgment in people.” We shook hands and I returned to my room.

I bade good-bye to Tio Pepe early the following afternoon as I climbed into a car for the four-hour ride south toward the border. We ate dinner at a good seafood restaurant in Escondido and waited until nightfall. Then my driver drove us to the border crossing. I walked through using my original passport and completing an immigration form stating that I was entering the country for residential purposes. My contact was there waiting for me.

I was a bit concerned about being robbed and left for dead, but I really didn’t have all that much with me. Tio Pepe had cashed my bank check and had opened an account for me at a local branch of a national bank. I would be able to move the money to Mexico at any time although I thought I might want to keep it where it was in case I ever returned to the States. I was taken to the nearest airport and given a flight on Aero Mexico to Guadalajara. From there I was driven to my new home.

I stood outside for several minutes, unable to process its splendor. It was big—I’d been told more than 5,000 square feet with four bedrooms and five full baths. The walls were thick reinforced concrete, covered in some areas with real stone in contrast with the red clay tiles of the roof, and the rooms were huge with the main living area overlooking the beautiful freeform pool and hot tub, the sloping lawn, and the private beach on the Pacific. I was just walking around the pool when I heard a voice behind me. “Excuse me, Senor, but this is private property.”

I turned quickly then stood stock still as I saw the most beautiful young woman I’d ever encountered.
Apparently, she was just as shocked because she held her hands to her face as she apologized. “Excuse me, Senor Diego. I did not realize it was you. They sent your picture…your face. I did not realize how tall you were until I saw you just now.”

I couldn’t take my eyes from this woman’s face or body. She looked to be in her early twenties and was short, like many Mexicans—probably not more than five feet three inches. The ancestral Maya were a short people and a child’s diet in Mexico is nothing like what we have in the States. Her skin was dark, showing her heritage, and her straight hair was the most lustrous deep black I’d ever seen. It hung halfway down her back. Her face was perfect in my opinion—oval in shape with clear brown eyes, a straight narrow nose, and flawless skin. She smiled and my heart melted. Her body was incredible—just perfect for her small frame. If I had to guess I’d say 32B-23-33 with a flat abdomen and a small, but nicely rounded ass.

We stared at each other for what seemed an uncomfortably long time before she spoke again. “I apologize again, Senor Diego. I am Gabriella…your housekeeper. It is my job to see that your every need is seen to.”

“Thank you, but please just call me Diego. May I call you Gabriella?” She nodded with a slight smile as she led me into the house. She showed me from room to room. I was surprised to see a full array of clothing in my bedroom closets and dressers. Like the living area it overlooked the pool and the deep blue Pacific Ocean beyond.

I had stepped out onto its second floor balcony to look at the view, taking note of the large stone table and accompanying chairs. “Perhaps you would enjoy breakfast out here, Senor…I mean Diego.”

“That would be wonderful. Would you join me?” I chuckled when I saw her blush, her head down in embarrassment. “Come on. Why don’t you show me the rest of the house? Do you live here, as well?” She told me that she did and showed me her bedroom at the end of the hall. The furnishings were basic, but probably more than she’d had as a child.

Once back on the main floor she showed me to my study. There was a powerful new desktop with a high-speed internet connection. A laptop and printer, also top of the line, sat on a large desk. I checked the computers, pleased to find Microsoft Office installed. I’d used both Word and Excel virtually daily in my last job. Was that really a month ago?

Opening the desk drawer I found the list Tio Pepe had told me about. It was a list of companies for me to investigate. I knew then that I’d have to earn the syndicate’s trust. Nobody in their right mind would invest in some of these firms. Three were in bankruptcy and two hadn’t declared a dividend in almost twenty years. Several others had no real product. So far, during their infant years, they’d proved to be money pits—just deep holes into which one poured an infinite supply of money in the futile hope that some of it would be regurgitated back. Of the list of twenty only six were worth exploring.

I booted the desktop, typed in the password and immediately changed it, then opened Word to prepare a brief report, commenting that I knew about a number of the companies listed from my prior employment then I explained why I would not invest in them. I worked until 7:30 when Gabriella told me that dinner would be served in fifteen minutes. I closed the program and went to wash my hands and face. She held my chair for me; I thought that was both unnecessary and ridiculous. However, the food she served was excellent—a thick steak from Argentina, roasted potatoes, and sautéed vegetables. There was a small loaf of homemade maize bread and butter. I was halfway through when I asked what she would eat and when.

“I am only allowed to eat after my work is completed. There are basic Mexican foods in the kitchen for me.”

“Whose decision was this?”

“The man who hired me; I do not know his name.”

“Starting tomorrow you will eat with me—breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I hate dining alone. I will clear it with the man who sent me here. I’m sure it will be okay. Now, please sit and tell me about yourself.”

She did. Gabriella was the child of devout Catholics. She was the youngest of six children and it was her parents’ fondest hope that she become a Sister of the Poor, dedicating her life to the Lord’s service. She had attended a church school through eighth grade when she was seduced and essentially raped by the parish priest and had become pregnant. Her family was shamed and, absurdly, she was blamed. Gabriella told me that she had been sent away to a distant aunt, never to return to her parents’ village. She had miscarried in her sixth month and sought employment as a maid in a large hotel near her aunt’s home. She found the work boring, but it paid reasonably well. Then one day she met a young man named Jaime. I knew it was my friend. They spoke and the following day another man appeared at her aunt’s home, gave the aunt some money, and drove her here to the house I now occupied. She had worked here for several weeks before my arrival earlier today.

I was understandably exhausted from my long arduous day, not having really slept in more than thirty hours. I excused myself and walked upstairs to my room. My clothes fell to the floor as I entered the attached bathroom for a long hot shower. Once out and dry I realized that I had no idea what clothes I had and I was too tired to look tonight. I went to bed naked.

I was almost asleep when I heard the knob turn and the door open. I sat up suddenly, concerned about this intrusion. “It is only me, Diego.” Gabriella sat on the edge of the bed and spoke quietly. “Your friend, Jaime, told me a great deal about you. He told me that your wife mistreated you and beat you with a…stick?”

“Close enough,” I replied, “It’s called a cane.”

“Well… he told me that you had many marks on your body. I have here an unguent—a cream from a local doctor—that will help. He is a very good doctor. I will put it on you and rub it in. You do not have to be bashful. Seeing to your needs is my job.”

I thought for a moment then turned over and let the blanket fall to my ankles. Even in the moonlight Gabriella could see the welts, scars, and scabs that ran from my shoulders to my knees. There was barely a square inch that was not discolored. In many places the welts had caused raised areas that even I could feel. I heard her gasp as she had her first look at my body.

Gabriella’s hands warmed the cream then she tried to apply it, but her clothing was clearly in the way. She stood to the side of the bed and dropped her garments to the floor. After straddling my body she began again. The sensation of her hands on my back was heavenly as she rubbed the medicine into my sore skin and muscles. She was done in about ten minutes. “Let’s wait a few minutes until it is absorbed and then I can rub some into your front.”

I couldn’t suppress a giggle. “I think that might be a bit embarrassing. You have an incredible effect on me.”

“That is good. Your friend told me that your wife abused you because your penis was small. I think I would like and enjoy that. When the priest raped me he ripped my vagina and caused me to bleed badly. I know about the membrane, but this was worse. I am very small a