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The Things We Do For Love

(When lust wants to have her way with envy, thingsare bound to get a little hot)

Richard and I are still in love after seven years of marriage. We've havean imaginative sex life with lots of fantasy and role playing. More often thannot our games involve Richard in charge. It still sends a shiver through mewhen he takes control, ties me up, and ravishes me. For Richard it's a game.but when I feel his throbbing palm print on my blushing bottom I know I'm thecenter of his world.

I also know a few girls from work who are gay. Richard encourages me to bringthem home now and then. None of them are interested in a threesome but onegirl doesn't mind if he watches. That always makes him hot.

For our seventh anniversary we decided to post a personal ad on a local alternativelifestyle website.

"couple seeking experienced bi f sub from capital region for fun, games with24/7 possibility contact Rich *@*"

It generated spam some amusing photos and a few requests for airfare.

Julie was the first person from the local area to answer our ad. She soundedpretty normal in her e-mail so we set up a dinner date at a little Tai restaurantin Falls Church Village. Virginia. She was waiting by the door when we arrived.She wore a short black skirt and plain white peasant blouse, off the shoulders.She wore no jewelry or obvious makeup. She was a little older than me but quitepretty.

" You must be Julie ?" Richard queried

" Yes, and you are Richard, Sir?." She responded eyes lowered.

Richard nodded, " This is Jackie ." He said, presentingme to our potential sex slave.

Not knowing much about the etiquette you follow in these situations I heldout my hand. after a moments hesitation she took it. We shook hands a littletoo briskly, both of us unsure, and a bit nervous.

She was on the petite side, but well curved in all the right places. Shehad short black hair cut in a fashionable bob. When she spoke she had an adorablesouthern accent. I knew right away we'd found our perfect anniversary present.

We went into the restaurant. Richard had made reservations for a quiet tablein the back. He ordered for us all and as the waiters brought a processionof spicy dishes we settled down, getting to know a little about the lady whomight want to belong to us. Richard directed the inquiry and she answered hisquestions without hesitation. She had some experience. She had been trainedand owned for two years by a Master. She was left behind when he was transferredoverseas. That was four months ago. Her attempts to find a new Master had beendisastrous. Friends from a chat room told her to try finding a couple, it wassafer.

She freely admitted she had little experience with other women. Her formerMaster had shared her mostly with men. She told us she had only been with awomen twice, but she was willing to learn if that was what her Master required.She assured us she was clean and healthy and even showed us a notarized statementfrom her doctor stating that as of her most recent examination, on August 12 th ,she was STD free.

Everything seemed to be going well and Richard seemed quite taken with herlooks and charm. We agreed to meet in town Friday night to see what developed.He paid the bill and we headed toward the parking lot.

" Did Master wish to inspect me?" Julie asked once we were outside.

Her words in that sweet lilting voice just melted my heart.

" Where? ". Richard asked a little hastily.

" I can kneel in the back of my car. No one else will see."

She pressed a button on her key ring and the lights began to flash on a largeblack BMW. I started toward the car eager to see our new toy unwrapped. Richardput a hand on my shoulder restraining me.

" It can wait until next time ." Richard said coldly.

" Did I offend you Master?" Julie asked.

" You're presumptuous. I haven't agreed to be your Master ." Richardsaid harshly.

" Please, forgive me, Sir."

I could almost hear her sob as she fled to her car: She started it, and droveaway. Damn it she was perfect and I wanted her. Richard was going to blow thisif he kept acting like an ass. What could be bugging him anyway, I wondered,everything had seemed to be going well.

" So what went wrong?" I asked as we drove back home.

" Didn't you see what she was driving? That was an BMW 745I. Youcould buy our condo for the price of that. "

" and your point?"

" Like that would really work out. A sub tooling around inthat while her Master pulls up in his three year old Neon ."

" Well if you whip her hard enough maybe she'll let you borrow the keys."

Richard scowled and I knew I'd gone too far. My bottom tingled with dreadfulanticipation as we drove home in silence.

Richard was in no mood for games, He was truly angry. I was desperate. Iwanted to make sure he would meet with her again. I apologized with all thesincerity I could muster and then got down to work. It's amazing how complianta man becomes when you kneel in front of him and take his cock half-way downyour throat.

We met her Friday evening at the Metro station on the Mall. This time shewore a simple sun dress with a light floral print. It wasn't quite seven. Thethree of us strolled down the mall toward the Lincoln Memorial, the sinkingsun turned the reflecting pool orange.

Julie was pensive, knowing something had changed, but unsure what she haddone wrong. Richard asked her about her job; what she made; if she liked herwork. She headed an HR department for a defense contractor. " A Head Hunter," shesaid with a grin. That was how she had met her last Master. Her annual salarywas comfortably into six figures, and more than Richard and I made combined.She liked her work but assured Richard she would give it up in a heartbeatif her Master asked her to. I noticed she eyed him hungrily when she used theword Master.

We had followed the path along the southern side of the reflecting pool.Richard led us further south into the thin strip of woods heading toward thetidal basin. We came upon a small rotunda, not even ten feet wide, seeminglyabandoned among the trees There was no one nearby. The light was fading andwe could hear the traffic rush by on Independence Drive not thirty feet away.

" Strip ." Richard said, his voice cold and hard.

My hands trembled and I almost reached for my own neckline. Julie pulledher dress up and over her head in a smooth motion, and let it drop to the ground.She wore nothing underneath. I gazed at her naked body with ravenous eyes.She crossed her wrists, lifted them, and leaned forward to press them againsta white stone column. Her ass wiggled provocatively as she spread her legs.

She looked so vulnerable in the twilight, her pale naked body poised, waitingto be inspected. I pressed against her, one leg forcing itself between hers.She ground her hips back against me and my hands reached around her, my fingersbrushing across her hairless mons. My hand glided lower , her lips were wetand open. A protruding nub of flesh rubbed slyly across my palm. Good lord!,she lived for this. My hands swept upward lifting her breasts, assessing theirfullness. They were small, firm, perky, her enticing nipples hard even beforemy touch. She tilted her head backward resting it against my shoulder, hermouth open in a soundless moan. I leaned down the tip of my tongue flickingagainst her exposed neck. She shivered.

" Enough." Richard said, thistime he was definitely addressing me.

Reluctantly I backed away.

He stepped toward her and she whimpered in anticipation. His hand brushedagainst her bottom and she lowered her head biting down on her lip. Her hipswiggled a bit as if searching for his hand. He lightly slapped her rump andshe groaned pitifully. God what a slut.

" I said enough," but his voice wasn't quite as harshnow " Now get dressed."

We wandered back to the reflecting pool and followed it around to the northside heading back toward the Washington Monument. I spoke of what would beexpected. She would learn to service me and she would be a willing and enthusiasticparticipant. Richard said little but I was sure I could convince him. I reallyhad to have her. It was a delightful irony that we were discussing the dutiesof a modern slave under the marble eyes of the Lincoln's statue.

We agreed that she would have us over for tea on Sunday afternoon. She gaveus her address and directions to her home in the suburbs northwest of Arlington.We walked her to the Metro station then headed home ourselves.

Saturday dragged on endlessly and I went to bed early. I was up at six Sundaymorning though we wouldn't be leaving until after one. I tried my best to getRichard into a receptive mood. I could still rouse his interest with a sassyshake of my ass. Soon I was squirming on his lap while he brightened my bottom.From there it was a short drop to my hands and knees and he was eagerly pumpinginto me from behind. Afterwards I cheerfully cooked him breakfast as his cumdribbled down my inner thigh. He had his Sunday morning breakfast in bed forthe first time in weeks.

Richard was quiet on the drive out to her house. I suddenly realized justhow compact the Neon was. The directions were easy to follow and the neighborhoodwas almost rural. She greeted us at the door wearing nothing but a green silkshirt. She removed that as soon as we were inside. My mouth began to water.

Her house was set back from the road on a lightly wooded acre. It was a threebedroom cape with a large living room that had a huge fireplace taking up anentire wall. The decor was tastefully contemporary with souvenirs from aroundthe world, tokens from her former owner.

She grinned mischievously as she lead us to the basement. Behind a seconddoor was a fully furnished play room. All the toys Richard and I had ever dreamedof; stocks, a rack, a horse, even a St. Andrews cross forming a giant X inthe center of the room. Shackles hung from walls and ceiling. It was like Christmasin September. One wall was covered with pegboard and held an assortment ofwhips, paddles, and restraints. It was all I could do not to whoop for joy.

The back yard was surrounded by a nine foot high stockade fence for addedprivacy. Julie assured us that the neighbors would never think of prying. Itwasn't that kind of neighborhood. As if to prove the point she took us outto the back porch and , still naked, she served us tea. We sat cross-leggedby a low table while Julie ritualistically prepared green tea. She boiled wateron a hibachi and used a bamboo whisk to stir the tea leaves in an ancient clayteapot. She served the tea in tiny ceramic teacups and served cute little sesamecookies. She knelt respectfully to the side while we drank and ate.

I was in heaven. This place was perfect, she was perfect, I was ready topack up and move in. Richard had that look half-way between a scowl and a sulk.Julie was aware that we had a small problem but she hadn't quite figured itout yet. God! men can be such asses when their egos get in the way.

" Julie, maybe we could try some of the toys downstairs." I suggested

" If you wish ... Mistress?" not quite sure how to address me.

" Mistress will be fine." I said. It had a nice ring to it.

The three of us descended the stairs and I arranged the darling girl on thelow stocks. She knelt bending over a padded leather bench. I enclosed her handsand neck in the wooden stocks and latched it. I looked over at Richard, hehad let me play with women in the past, he enjoyed watching. This time hisface was carefully neutral. I went over to the pegboard and selected a widewooden paddle. My fingers scraped across her dainty little bottom. Julie squirmedbut didn't speak. The stocks held her head so she couldn't see me. I squatteddown in front of her and showed her the paddle I had selected .

" How many can you take." I asked her. She was silent for a moment … calculating.

" A few dozen Mistress, it's been a long time."

That should stir his interest.

I set the paddle down in front of her. Her eyes flickered between the paddleand me. I lifted her chin and kissed her fully before I stepped back. Lookinginto Julie's dark eyes, I slowly stripped off my blouse, then my skirt. Shesquirmed on the bench. I peeled down my panties and stood before her nakedbut for my shoes and socks. She licked her upper lip, her eyes glued to mynaked sex. I picked up the paddle, standing close to her. My pussy inches fromher face. Could she smell Richard on me? Her eyes held dread and anticipationas they darted between the paddle and my sex…

I disappeared from her view moving behind her.

She yelped with the first whack and kept right on yelping and wiggling whileI gave her twenty-four of my best. I'd never done this and it was getting mehot. I kept my eye on Richard. He was about to split his Dockers. Julie wassniffling when I finished and her bottom was glowing. I dropped the paddleand went over to Richard.

I knelt before my love and stroked his hardness through the pants.

He was more than interested.

I hungrily loosened his pants letting them drop to the floor. I leaned forwardinhaling his aroma. His hand caressed the back of my head as his throbbingpenis strained toward my mouth,

" Why don't you stuff that into her." I said huskily " The little whore deservesit."

Richard looked a little surprised that I would encourage that.

" I didn't even bring a condom." He said, still pushingtoward my lips.

" It's alright Ma ..um Sir." Julie sounded a littletoo eager "I've been fixed., or you could, you know … my bottom… " sheblushed as her voice trailed off.

Yeah, she thought of everything, the coy little bitch.. Richard gave me akiss and then knelt behind her. She groaned and carried on while he rode herburning ass. I watched it all my fingers flickering anxiously across my pussywhile my husband, lover and sometimes Master screwed the woman I was goingto make our slave. Richard groaned as he climaxed, sated and content.

Richard and I dressed and the three of us went back upstairs. We relaxedin the living room. Richard sitting back content and Julie kneeling by hisfeet cupping her chin on his knee.

"You would of course be welcome to live here." Julie offered.

Shit! Exactly the wrong thing to say. Richard grimaced. With a wag of hertongue she destroyed everything I was building.

" No Master can live off the generosity of his slave." Richardstated flatly.

" I could sell this place, or rent it. I'll do wherever you want."

Damn it! The trouble with subs is they never stick up for themselves.

" We have a two bedroom condo, I don't think it would work withthe three of us."

" Let's not get carried away." I piped in quickly. " No one needs to moveanywhere yet. Why don't we just spend some time getting to know each otherbefore we think about those kind of arrangements."

It sounded so reasonable and it kept my hopes alive. We agreed to meet nextweekend. We had each other's phone numbers. We'd keep in touch.

" Don't worry, I'll work on him. He'll come around." I whispered to Julieas we left.

In our seven years of marriage we've only had a dozen real fights. We wereout of practice. Yes she was cute. Yes the house was lovely. A Playroom wouldbe great, but no he wasn't going to be a kept man period, and certainly notkept by a slave. What would that make him? I tried logic; I tried cunning;I tried sex. When my man want's to be stubborn you just can't budge him. ByTuesday I had had it. I called Julie from work and we agreed to meet that evening.

I rushed home early and left Richard a note, then threw some cloths intoan overnight bag. I took the Metro out to the Vienna/Fairfax station. Juliepicked me up and I sat in the back while she drove. It really was a nice car.Why do men always complicate things?

I had Julie strip slowly for me when we reached her place. When she was nakedshe knelt before me and shyly offered me a plain brown shopping bag.

" For you, Mistress." She said in a sweet sultry voice.

She had given me a leather collar and a leash. I immediately placed themaround her neck. There was a strap-on in the bag too. A brute of a thing teninches long and really thick. There was a vibrating egg on my side of the harness.Yeah the little bitch thought of everything.

" Will Mas.. err Richard, ahh, Sir be joining us."

He certainly had her flustered. It wasn't any of her damn business how Richardspent his time. That reminded me, I owed her a good whipping for drooling allover my man.

" He wants you to learn how to take care of me before we get too far along." Itold her.

I allowed her to undress me. Her hands were so soft and delicate as theypeeled my blouse and skirt away. She stroked my breasts for a few moments beforepulling my bra off. She lowered me down onto the couch and her tongue madea few tentative licks at my nipple before pulling it into her mouth. Her freehand caressed my pussy through my panties teasing my lips open. I had a firmgrip on her head and I pushed it lower. Her teeth gently scrapped my nippleas it popped out of her mouth. I lifted my hips and she helped me wiggle outof my panties. She ran her tongue across my stirring clit and I groaned. Hertongue darted down, opening my thickening lips, I was throbbing. She wasn'tsweet or delicate now. Her tongue lapped hungrily at my gaping lips and I groundmyself against her face until the shuddering orgasm stilled me. I lay therebreathless.

" Is that what He want's me to learn?" she asked licking my cum from herlips.

She was really trying to piss me off.

" Let's go downstairs. I owe you a beating and we can try out my new toy."

She led the way downstairs her naked butt bouncing eagerly toward its datewith the whip. I placed her on the St Andrews cross. The leather restraintson the cross held her spread-eagled facing me while I perused the selectionof whips. I approached her with a thin leather crop.

" Please Mistress I have a meeting tomorrow morning, could you save thatuntil Friday and use one of the cats tonight.?"

She didn't seem worried or upset. Her request sounded reasonable, but I wasbeginning to get an inkling of Richards concerns.

" We have a date for Friday then." I said putting the crop back and takinga light flogger.

I gave her forty whacks, ten on each breast ten across the belly and thelast ten alternating between her wide spread thighs. She didn't cry too loudly,but the tears flowed freely. When I was done I used the pulley system to lowerthe cross to the ground and then strapped on my new toy. I popped the egg intoplace and turned it on. I didn't have any lubricant so I knelt by the headof the cross and allowed her to lick the massive dildo. Her eye's seemed tobulge as she slathered it with her saliva.

I released her legs from the cross before I entered her. She wrapped themaround my waist, and then I fucked her. I mean I've played with dildos beforeand licked and kissed other women, when Richard allowed, but this was the firsttime I really fucked another woman. It was powerful. My hips glided with slowdeep strokes as I watched her lovely face. Her eyelids fluttered and her lipsquivered. My tempo increased, she started to sweat and pant. My final relentlessjabs drove her onto, and then over the brink. It was only then that I rememberedthe egg vibrating against me. I came, and just like a man I collapsed on topof her.

We showered together and she soaped, rinsed and dried me. I could get usedto this. We sat at the kitchen table drinking coffee and talking into the weehours. A couple of girls at a pajama free pajama party. The only real problemwas she was defiantly hung up on Richard being included. I assured her I couldmake it happen. It was nearly three when we crawled off to bed. We slept ineach others arms.

Yeah Richard was pissed when I got home from work Thursday. I coyly triedto get him to spank me, to work out his anger. He wanted nothing to do withit. I told him it was his own damn fault. He was welcome to see Julie anytimebut if he was going to throw her away simply because she made too much moneyI wasn't going to be that stupid. She was my slave and he could play with herbut don't even think of keeping her away from me.

OK so it wasn't a great start at convincing him to be Julie's Master, butI wasn't sure I was too hot on that idea anymore. There wasn't much point intelling him about my Friday night date. He was pissed enough already.

He was home before me on Friday and we yelled at each other while I packedmy overnight bag. I had thought about inviting him along but screw him if hewas going to act like that. Julie picked me up again and we rode to her housein silence. I was fuming. I marched her downstairs as soon as we got thereand made her strip. I pressed her back into the cross and buckled her in place.I suppose I should have used the crop on her back instead but I was in a bitchymood.

" You might want to gag me, I can scream quite loudly." She said in thatcloying sweet voice.

I answered her with a lash across the belly. She was right she was quiteloud. I lashed her belly and thighs and breasts. The crop left delightful stripesthat turned from pink to purple before my eyes. I didn't stop until my armwas tired. I'd excised a good deal of my anger and she'd fainted anyway. Ireleased her and gently lowered her to the ground. I cradled her in my laprocking her gently while she sobbed. When she was able to walk, I helped herup the stairs. She had a soothing ointment with a vaguely medicinal smell thatI gently rubbed into all those nasty stripes. I made her dinner and fed herwhile she lay shivering on the couch. She nibbled bits of roast chicken andcandied carrots from my hand. We split a bottle of white wine and talked thenight away.

The fourth time she brought up Richard's name I lost it.

" Look." I said " You're my slave and Richard is my husband. He's not interestedin you. If you please me I might get him to play with you once in a while butthat's it."

It was darn close to the truth.

She was crestfallen. She fled from me, running up to her bedroom and slammingthe door. Damn it now I was blowing it and it was all Richard's fault.

I stood at outside my slave's bedroom talking to her through a closed door.

" Nothing is chiseled in stone Julie. He might come around."

" Why does he hate me Mistress?"

I sighed. " He doesn't hate you, He's just a little, well, uncertain about... you know, all the stuff you have and we're not really in your economicclass."

The door opened and she stood there with tears still dripping from her enormousbrown eyes but a sly smile forming on her face.

Did I ever mention that slaves can be manipulative.

She pulled me into the room and we flopped down on her bed. She chatted excitedlyabout how to assuage Richard's concerns. I knew better than to rain on thisparade, I didn't want to risk losing her. She was, of course, willing to giveit all up or even give it all to Richard if that would help. I patiently explainedit was a male ego thing with Richard. He would definitely be put off by that.She had some peculiar ideas about men and in the end decided we would haveto find some way to assure Richard we were first and foremost his and nothingelse mattered. She was excitedly clutching at my hand almost bouncing on thebed and I had noticed the "we" her plans suddenly included. What real harmcould it do, I thought and I let it slide. She slept on her side and I cuddledagainst her back.

I woke about eight to find the insatiable little vixen daintily licking downbetween my legs. I pulled her head closer and rolled on top of her. I was kneelingover her facing her feet. I pushed myself down on her chin, riding her face.When I was finished she bounced out of bed and ran off to make my breakfast.Her stripes had started to fade. She seemed eager to get me back to the Metrostation. A pushy little sub. Yeah, she was earning another flogging, on herback this time, maybe tomorrow. When she dropped me off at the station sheasked if she could see me early on Sunday, say before eight.

I dreaded facing Richard wondering what I'd say the whole ride home. WhenI got there he didn't say a thing. I expected some yelling or screaming. Ikind of hoped for his hand on my backside or maybe even the belt. His ignoringme was just plain scary. I tried to talk to him about what I was trying todo with Julie. We could share her. Hell! hadn't I practically pushed him ontoher. He didn't argue or fight or even sulk. He just gave me a shit eating grinand went about his business.

Well two could play that game.

A courier arrived at 4 P.M. and insisted that Richard sign for a package.I asked him what it was and he just smiled and locked the mailing tube awayin his briefcase.

Well fuck him!

We slept in separate bedrooms for the first time since we were married. Itdidn't seem to faze him in the least. I set my alarm real early so I'd be gonebefore he woke up. When I quietly slipped down to the kitchen around six thirtyhe wasn't home. What the hell was he up to. Well it didn't really matter, Ihad better things to do today.

Julie was waiting at the Metro and I hopped into her car. I noticed all shewore was a loosely tied silk robe. I was eager to get my hands on her and sheseemed anxious to get home. Once we were through the door Julie dropped herrobe. Her fingers trembled as she unbuttoned my blouse. She seemed as impatientas I was, she helped me out of my jeans and panties. Once I was naked she embracedme in a heartfelt hug.

I wanted to take her right to the basement. She wanted to go out to the porch.

"Please Mistress, there's something I want to show you."

Impertinent little bitch she was definitely earning her stripes.

She took me by the arm and lead me to the porch. What the hell, we had allday. It was chilly being naked outside this early in the morning.

There was really nothing to see on the porch. A hibachi glowed on the lowtable and a dark leather ottoman stood nearby. We stood shivering by the ottoman.

" Forgive me Mistress, but you should kneel."

My jaw dropped in amazement. I couldn't be hearing right.

" You're a guest in the lady's house you should do what she asks."

I spun around, Richard was there leaning against the door frame my overnightbag in one hand, his briefcase in the other.

There was no reason why I should feel guilty. He knew where I was. He couldhave come. That traitorous bitch was going to pay. I'd whip her bloody whenI

Her hands pressed down on my shoulders forcing me to my knees. She was alot stronger than her size indicated.

Richard spread my legs and strapped my thighs to the ottoman's legs. Therewere tears in Julie's eyes as she pinned my arms at my side. The little Judaskissed my cheek.

" Please forgive me Mistress it was the only way."

My knees were cinched to the bottom of the legs and then Richard was bendingme forward. My arms were lashed under the ottoman squashing my breasts andpulling my shoulders down tight. A wide leather belt went around my waist andwas drawn taunt. I couldn't even squirm. Turning my head to the side I staredin disbelief at the two of them. Richard went into the house. Julie openedhis briefcase and pulled the mailing tube out. She was smiling.

" You'll pay for this you double-crossing bitch."

She turned to me with an impish grin.

" Yes I'll pay Mistress, and you'll get to watch."

My mouth was too dry to spit at her.

Richard returned with a second ottoman and set it kitty corner to my ownabout two feet away. Julie knelt and offered him the mailing tube. He poppedone end open and a two foot long rod slide out. It looked a bit like a barbecuetool; one end had a wooden handle but the other end seemed to be a circle ofmetal. Richard passed it before my eyes. It was a cursive R about an inch anda half high.

He pushed the iron into the glowing coals.

Oh my God! this couldn't be happening. Julie knelt by her ottoman and allowedRichard to bind her. She opened her mouth wide as he popped a ball gag intoplace. She turned her head to face me, her eyes pleading for forgiveness.

I could see the iron heating in the coals. It was glowing red. Richard waited.He began to whistle a silly little ditty that would stick in my head for days.

"The things we do for love."

The iron slowly brightened to an orange glow.

Julie was making a mewling noise through her gag but I couldn't make anysense of it. Her eyes were still on me. She had to be terrified she somehowmanaged to look calm and accepting.

Now the iron glowed white. Richard pulled on an oven mitt and lifted thebrand from the coals. He knelt behind Julie patting her perfect little bottomone the last time. Her eyes flinch. Her bottom could do nothing but clenchin fearful anticipation.

" One." he said.

His steady hand pressed the glowing iron into her cool flesh. Her eyes grewwide and I heard the hiss and crackle of flesh being seared.

" Two."

Her feet flailed beating uselessly against the porch decking. Her eyes weresqueezed tightly shut but the tears streamed down her face.

" Three."

Skin parted and the brand sank a little deeper. Flames flickered along theglowing iron as flesh and fat vaporized.

"Four."

I couldn't hear her muffled scream through the gag. Her nostrils flared asshe inhaled to scream again. My mouth was open, my throat was raw, I was screamingin her stead.

" Five."

I gasped for breath. I could smell the distinct odor of cooking meat. Mysweet little bitch didn't deserved this.

" Six."

... Her head drooped, her feet stilled, and her breathing slowed. Thank god,she fainted.

Richard's hand was steady as he continued counting to ten. He pulled thecooling brand away. It hissed when he set it back in the glowing coals. I felta sudden chill of dread.

He placed an ice bag over the burn and fixed it in place with surgical tape.He gently removed the ball gag and then snapped an ampoule of smelling saltsbeneath her nose. She woke with a start and a cry of pain. That was just cruel.

" You bastard! Why'd you do that!" I screamed at Richard.

" We can't have her choking on her own tongue. How would we everexplain that."

I wanted to keep yelling at him but Julie sighed loudly. There was a blissfulsmile on her tear stained face.

" Will you need the gag Jackie?" Richard asked.

He held out the ball gag still moist with our slave's saliva.

Our lives changed in this seminal moment. Julie is ours now, Richard hasclaimed her. He isn't playing Master any more, he's as real as the leatherstraps that bind me.

I've gotten exactly what I thought I wanted.

I know he loves me, even now I'm sure that if I ask,… beg, I can walkaway with nothing more than a sound flogging.

My mouth is open but the words won't come.

The brand is glowing again, I look away.

Julie gazes at me with adoring eyes.

His question still hangs in the air.

I draw a deep breath

"I think I'll need it… love." I whispered.

I stretch my mouth around the ball. He buckles the strap. The iron glowsbrightly.

It is now out of my control.

Julie's mouth forms a perfect little O, a kiss floats in the air betweenus.

I heard the scrape of metal as he lifts the brand from it's bed of coals

Richard is behind me.

Julie's eyes widen. I squeeze mine shut.

Heat stirs the air behind me.

OH GOD! THIS IS GOING TO HURT!

Richards voice is sweet and far away.

"One."