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Subject: {ASSM} The Multi-Million Dollar Marriage part 5 MM/FF, Oral, Mast, Humil, Greed
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Warning!  This is a sexual story that contains themes, acts and words
that may be offensive to some people.  This story is copyrighted by me,
Arthur Thomas.  Do not repost, steal or put on your website without my
permission.  Contact me at ArthurGThomas@hotmail.com

This story was suggested by a fan named Alexis who had a special dislike
of Tara.  I choose her idea because it made me compare my story to others
in the genre.  I realized that this marriage is not a typical S/M
relationship and it deserves comments.

Although I write for my enjoyment, it is always a joy to receive
fanmail. I certainly don't get paid for my work and the only compensation I
do get is encouragement from fans.  That was a subtle hint for you to let
me know if you enjoy this series.  In return, I now vow to clear my busy
schedule and answer all my fanmail since they took the time to write to me.


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The Multi-Million Dollar Marriage
Part 5
By Arthur G Thomas

   "Your wife doesn't look happy," my friend Brian commented.

   I considered it to be a gross understatement.  Today I had dressed Tara
myself and instructed my maids on how to do Tara's makeup.  I selected a
black lacy corset to cup her lovely 37" breasts, leaving her nipples bare
for my enjoyment.  The corset was ungodly tight, cinching her waist into a
Victorian's wet dream.  Black fishnet stockings adorned her pale legs, and
today I left off her garter belt so that there would be nothing to obstruct
my view of her white thighs encased in lacy black bands.  Her chastity belt
glittered with it's mirror steel, baring her pert ass and protecting her
long neglected sex.  The diamond choker was tight against her neck,
catching the light from the fireplace.  Tara's makeup was dark--blood red
lipstick and exotic black eye shadow on her pale freckled face.  With her
red hair curled and moussed to excess, Tara looked like a cheap
streetwalker or some nightclub punk.  The result was slutty and sexy, but
my wife was pissed off at the results.

   Currently, she was on her hands on knees so I could rest my feet on her
back.  I didn't trust her enough to let her serve me as a maid.  Plus, I
enjoyed looking at the way her pendulous breasts hung down.  Occasionally
Tara would turn her head and glare at me with her heavily shadowed eyes.

   I smiled at Brian's comment.  Brian had a grudge against all women ever
since he married his fat cow of a wife for her money.  He was a whore
himself, which made him one of the few men I could understand.  I knew he
appreciated the effect I had created with Tara's attire, and he appreciated
her own hatred of it even more.

   "Your girlfriend, on the other hand, looks very contented," I said, and
it was true.  The women whom Brian selected to be his sluts were usually
more desperate than him, but his choice tonight actually appeared to be
pleased.  She was a tiny young woman, barely five feet tall.  However, that
didn't mean she had a child's body.  Her nude body revealed that she had a
generous set of tits and her ass was curvaceous in all the right places. 
Brian had referred to her as Alexis and had implied that she was
semi-permanently established in his household as his pet.  I'd have to ask
him later how he arranged that with his ball and chain wife.  Alexis' long
red hair was tied back in a no-nonsense braid that hung to the small of her
back.  Brian had good taste in his playthings, so I wasn't surprised that
she was easy to look at.  It was the satisfied smile she wore that was
unusual.

   "Yes, Alexis is quite happy to be my slave," Brian said.  He took a long
sip from the wine Alexis poured for us.  "I had her trained at a chateau
that specializes in unique slaves."

   I rolled my eyes.  "A chateau?  How cliched can you get?  What, were all
the domination islands booked?  You ever notice how no one ever opens a
training school at an abandoned factory?  It would certainly be more cost
effective."

   Brian laughed.  "You're a cynic, Arthur.  Chateaux and islands have a
certain romance.  It's secluded and exotic.  Besides, it has a touch of
class."

   "Class is just another excuse to tack on an extra couple of thousand
dollars to the training fee," I responded.  "There's nothing you can teach
on an island that can't be taught in a basement."

   "Arthur," Brian replied, "you of all people should realize by now that
you get what you pay for, isn't that right, pet?" Brian was absent-mindedly
rolling Alexis' braid through his fingers like a rosary.  He looked down at
her with what I would swear was fondness.

   "Respectfully, Sir," Alexis directed her response to me, "I agree with
Brian," Alexis said.  "The Chateau Leviticus helped me to develop a certain
refinement.  I was taught etiquette, poise, and various techniques to
please my Master.  I realize that I represent my Master, and that
everything I do reflects back on him.  Of course," she paused as she looked
somewhat disdainfully, although discretely, down at Tara's teased hair and
scowling visage, "they base their teaching on the idea that the slaves they
accept for training have a basic level of class and refinement to begin
with.  The beginning material must be of quality if the final sculpture is
to be worth their time and effort.  Otherwise the slave may be worth
private use as the occasional bed companion but she will never be a true
showpiece, worthy of public display as well as enjoyment behind closed
doors."

   I was slightly surprised that Brian allowed her to address me directly
as she did, and then to prattle on for so long.  I thought about it for
about a second, and then told Alexis to turn around.  Leaning forward on my
chair, I gave her a very hard slap across her round ass.  The sharp crack
of my hand on her ass was followed quickly by a giggle from Tara at my
feet. It appears that my wife and I think alike.

   Although I had thought about the benefits of Tara being a bit more
presentable in social situations, my annoyance at her impertinence kept me
from acknowledging her point.  "Respectfully, bitch, I disagree," I said.
"I could care less about your training, it's the enthusiasm I enjoy.  A
woman who enjoys her servitude is a woman constantly in need of attention.
Whether it's a constant babble of psychological mumbo jumbo about
submission, or the endless rituals and pageants that slaves expect from
their owners, slaves are the ultimate attention sponges.  Somewhere along
the line, the whole submission and bondage kink turned the masters into the
slaves of their submissives.  I'd rather just fuck my whore and be done
with it.  I pay my wife enough money to keep her family's business going,
and that's all the creativity and energy I need to get a blowjob whenever I
want it." I added, almost as an afterthought, "In my home you will not
refer to either of us by our names.  `Sir' will suit me, and whatever
formal title Brian has deemed appropriate for himself will do fine."

   Apparently not quite understanding that I didn't particularly want the
creatures in my home to speak, Alexis continued, "Pardon me, Sir, but
slaves can't `expect' anything from their owners." Alexis raised her
eyebrows and looked down at Tara with a new level of disgust.  "She married
you for money?" Alexis asked.  "She knew she was going to be slave, right?"

   Despite myself, I had to laugh.  "No, Tara expected to be a society wife
and an occasional fuck.  She would much rather be dressed in something
expensive and at some party somewhere flirting with her friends.  Tara
didn't realize that she was going to be here for my amusement, twentyfour
hours a day, seven days a week."

   Alexis sighed quietly and actually looked wistful at the thought of
spending that much time with Brian.  I knew that he had to ensure that his
cash cow remained happy before he could turn his attentions to his
playthings.

   Tara snorted, obviously not respectful of a true submissive.  I wasn't
either, but that didn't give Tara license to take the same liberties with
her voice as Brian's slut seemed to take.  I slipped my foot from my
slipper and reached under Tara's kneeling body with my foot.  With my toes,
I caught one of Tara's hanging tits and pinched hard.  Tara cried out, but
she knew better than to move.  She just stared straight ahead; her cheeks
turning red at the casual way I humiliated her.  I didn't want her to start
getting airs.

   Brian laughed.  "You're a mean bastard, Arthur.  I don't see how you
ever get a good fuck out of her.  I imagine Tara would bite you during a
blowjob just out of spite."

   "She might one day," I said.  "Of course, I would have to divorce her
and then her family would be bankrupt.  It's the little details that keep
her in line."

   "Hmmm," Alexis said under her breath.  With one raised brow I looked
casually at her.  "Yes?"

   The naked slut at Brian's side looked up at him for permission before
she spoke this time.  Apparently she was smarter than I thought and she had
gotten the hint about speaking to me.  When he nodded approvingly to her,
she inquired almost innocently, "And will this blackmail be enough to tie
her to you for long?" I didn't like her tone.  I had the strange feeling
that this little thing thought she was better than I.

   "Blackmail?  It's just employment," I answered.  "I'll prove it to you.
How about a wager, Brian?"

   Brian sat up in his chair.  "I'm always up for a bet.  What do you have
in mind?"

   "I bet that my whore can beat your slut in sexual prowess," I said.

   Brian looked at Alexis, whose face was suddenly as stiff as stone, eyes
wide.  I couldn't believe my eyes.  Brian was actually considering her
opinion before agreeing to my game.

   "I don't know Arthur," Brian said slowly.  I cut him off before he could
give a lame excuse.

   "Brian, Brian, please don't tell me that you're not interested in ten
thousand dollars?" I asked.  "I know how much it bugs you that your wife
gives you an allowance.  I know she never stops you from spending your
allowance, but I also know she delights in asking questions just to make
you nervous.  I'm offering ten thousand dollars that you can spend in any
manner that you want, without your bitch wife ever knowing about it."

   Brian thought about it.  He turned his gaze away from Alexis's cold face
and looked at the fire.  "What do you have in mind?" he asked.

   I smiled.  "Nothing hard.  My whore tries to get you off before your
slut makes me climax.  Whoever ejaculates first, loses."

   I heard Alexis make a soft growl.  Tara turned her head and glared at
me. I loved how she could be so defiant when I was still clutching her tit
with my toe.  A slow, cruel smile began to form on her lips and I read her
intentions.

   "I'll make you the same bet, my little whore," I told Tara.  "If you
help me win this bet, I'll split it with you.  You'll have five thousand
dollars to spend on anything you want."

   Tara's cruel smile was replaced with an even more vicious smile.  With
her blood red lips and dark eye shadow, she reminded me a junkie.  Tara was
going to win for sure.

   "So, they can get us off anyway they want?" Brian asked.  He was already
stripping off his pants.  Alexis was still standing as still as a statue. I
wondered if Brian had ever shared her before.  Maybe she was just in shock
at how easy I bought her and her "Master."

   "No, that would be too easy.  Any tramp can suck cock or use her pussy,"
I answered.  "Let's try for something that requires a bit more work." After
a moment's thought, I had the answer.  "Handjobs.  The girls are only
allowed to use their hands."

   Brian sighed.  "Damn, no mouth at all?"

   "I tell you what, the winner gets to have his cock cleaned by both
women. Does that sound fair?" He nodded at my suggestion and the game was
set.  I stood up and removed my pants and then sat back down.  Alexis was
looking dumbly at me so I snapped my fingers and pointed at the floor
between my legs.  A scowl formed on her face and she didn't move.

   Brian got up from his chair and walked behind Alexis.  He viciously
grabbed her braid and gave it a hard jerk.  The pain was clear on her face
but to her credit she didn't complain as he leaned down and pulled her head
back to his mouth.  He whispered something I didn't hear but the harsh tone
of his voice was clear in Alexis's eyes.  Whatever he said, it worked. 
When he released her braid, she obediently knelt down between my legs, her
hands clasped in her lap.

   "Crawl, don't walk, Tara," I instructed and Tara crawled over to Brian
and his dopey grin.  I loved watching her fishnet stockings as they crawled
across the room.  Tara's ass bobbed and swayed as she moved into position.

   "Remember, only hands, and the winner gets a double blowjob," I said.

   "And the bet is for ten thousand," Brian confirmed.  I nodded in
agreement.

   "At the count of three, then," I said.  Alexis looked up at me, contempt
clearly evident in her eyes.

   "One, two, three," I announced.

   Brian immediately moaned as my wife went to work on him.  I smiled at
Alexis who had yet to do anything.  She seemed either reluctant to begin,
or overconfident of her abilities, or perhaps a combination of the two. 
Her brow furrowed as she debated her options.  I said nothing.  She knew
that if she lost the contest, not only would Brian be pissed at her, but
also that he would force her to honor the bet to the extent that she would
have to suck me off.  She knew she had no choice, but she had to think
about it anyway.

   In the end, I have my wife to thank.  Brian groaned with a volume that
startled his pretty little slave between my legs.  Tara was pumping his
cock hard with her fist, and I could see her other hand was fondling his
balls.  My whore certainly knew how to please a man.  In the end, I think
Alexis felt correctly that her reputation as a giver of pleasure was at
stake.

   Alexis frowned at me, making sure that there was no doubt that she
despised me.  It was hard to take her seriously though, since she was
licking her hand with her tongue.  Her tongue was a dark red and seeing it
lick her hand with long wide strokes aroused me.  Within moments her hand
was covered in a sheath of spit.

   I let out a satisfied moan when her wet hand gripped my cock.  My cock
was limp, but she brought me to life soon enough.  Alexis was smart, she
didn't use too tight of a grip.  Her hand was almost loose, causing my cock
to slip effortlessly through her fist.  It was like entering a very large
pussy, and I liked it.  Alexis revolved her hand, spinning her fingers
around my cock, coating me completely in her spit.  Soon, my cock was
completely hard, and wonderfully wet

   Alexis shifted closer to me, her breasts pressing against my open
thighs. Her free hand placed itself on my thigh, digging in slightly with
her nails.  She tightened her grip slightly, compressing around my cock
like a lover.  Her thumb passed over the ring of my tip, sending shudders
through me.  A smirk appeared on Alexis' lips as she felt a piece of power
from provoking a moan from me.  That's when she began to stroke me, pulling
her hand down to my balls and then rising back up till half her hand was
over my tip.

   I looked over at Brian and Tara.  Brian's head was back, his eyes
closed. Tara looked lovely as she knelt between his legs.  Her hair was
covering her face but her fishnet stockings were in full display.  Her ass
was bare, and in the flickering firelight, her buttocks shone like
alabaster.  Tara was jerking Brian's cock hard, almost too hard I worried.
My wife turned, and our eyes met.  A wicked smile was on her lips as she
pumped my friend's cock.  It was a challenging smile, one that told me she
was going to win for her sake and it was only coincidence that it would aid
me as well.

   My wife's defiance was erotic and made it much more difficult to control
myself, so I looked back down to Alexis.  The problem was that she was just
as attractive.  Her eyes were on my cock, professionally appraising her
work.  The hatred was gone, replaced with a critical eye that was aimed
towards getting me off.  Her hand was slow, deliberate and terribly
arousing.  I moaned as her fingers would clench and unclench on my cock. 
She was milking me, coaxing my cum with insistent squeezes.

   Her hand started to get dry and Alexis quickly licked her free hand with
her tongue.  While one hand kept pumping me, she would lick the other hand
till it shined.  I almost lost my load as she did so.  When she swapped
hands, it was seamless, my cock never having a chance to recover.  My mouth
opened in bliss as she licked her first hand again, her eyes locked with
mine.

   Brian said something incoherent but loud.  Tara was squatting obscenely
on her feet, and I could see that she was using one hand to pull at her
nipples.  Brian just stared at my wife, not believing how badly she wanted
him to explode.  Never under estimate a whore who wants her money.

   "Can't you do better than that?" I taunted Alexis.  "Your master is
making so much noise, it's clear he's going to loose.  There must be
something my wife does better that you can't compete with."

   Alexis grinned at me, a false smile, full of confidence and with the
warmth of an ice pick.  Maybe she saw how white my knuckles were from
clenching the armrests.  Whatever the reason, she increased her pace.  Now
she used both hands, wrapping my cock in a slippery prayer of fingers and
palms.  Alexis stroked my cock from the spit-dripping bottom to the shiny
engorged red tip.  The combination of her hands and the vision of my wife
willingly prostituting herself was suddenly too much to compete with.

   "Fuck!" I cried, as Alexis giggled softly.  She pumped my cock with one
hand as I went off like a geyser.  Long strands of semen flew up and Alexis
narrowly dodged getting soaked.

   Alexis stroked me until I had shot my load completely.  When I opened my
eyes, I saw her resting back on her heels, between my legs, a superior
smile on her lips.  Tara had shifted back, away from Brian when she heard
me, realizing that her easy money was gone.  Never a sore loser, I pushed
Alexis away from me.

   "Alexis, get your ass over there," I said between shudders.  "You
haven't finished your part of the game `till your mouth joins Tara at your
Master's cock."

   Brian buried his fingers in Tara's hair, pulling her mouth down over his
cock.  Possibly remembering his earlier admonition to me about her teeth,
he growled roughly at her, "remember your obligation to your `husband' and
your family.  Keep your teeth in check." Alexis quickly joined my wife on
the floor, and began to stroke Brian's thighs as Tara reluctantly used her
mouth on my houseguest.  Watching her suck him, knowing that she was pissed
off since she had nothing more to gain from the encounter, was enough to
get me hard again.

   Brian came quickly with both sets of lips working him over.  After
catching his breath, he motioned Alexis back to me.  "Pet, don't let me
appear to be a sore winner.  Go show Arthur that you have skills with your
lips as well as with your hands." I couldn't tell if he was being smug or
sincere, but frankly it didn't matter much.  Alexis was obviously upset
that Brian was turning her over to me; her disappointment was clear in her
eyes.  I reached behind her, and holding on to that convenient braid of
hers, I pulled her head down to my lap.  I'll give the slut credit; she
didn't try to protest.  Alexis just opened her lips and pointed my cock
into her mouth.  My cock, already slick from her spit, just coasted right
in.  I just pulled on her braid until she took in my entire length.

   "You too, Tara," Brian added.  "You just cost your husband a pretty
penny.  The least you could do is start paying off that particular debt."

   Tara crawled over to me, and shook her head as she watched Alexis
sucking me down.  "It looks like the short shit has him taken care off,"
Tara remarked.

   Alexis's cheeks flushed, with hate or embarrassment I was never sure.

   "Back off a little, Alexis," I commanded, pulling back on her braid. 
"Stop being so selfish and give my wife some to suck."

   Alexis pulled back a few inches.  Tara didn't move so I reached down and
grabbed a nice handful of her slippery hair.  Tara squealed as I lifted her
off her knees but she stopped her bitching as soon as I placed her face on
my crotch.  While Alexis sucked the tip of my cock, Tara wrapped her lips
around the base.  Tara's pillow breasts were crushed against my thigh, and
I wished I had a third hand to give her nipples the squeezing they
deserved. The two redheads were a sight to behold.

   It wasn't comfortable for either of them, but my grip on their scalps
silenced any protests.  I think the girls hated being so near to one
another more than anything else about the situation.  Their lips would
touch on my cock and I could feel their tongues pause as they recoiled from
each other.  Of course, this just meant I pulled their heads closer till
they were almost cheekto-cheek.  In retaliation, both of them licked and
sucked harder, trying to get me off faster so this new humiliation would
end.

   Even I couldn't last long under their double sucking.  I bit back my
moans so that Alexis would have no warning when my cum fired like a rocket
in her mouth.  Alexis froze then gagged in surprise as my cum shot down her
throat, and Tara paused as well.  My whole body was shaking from the bliss
of their two tongues.  I pulled viciously on Alexis's braid, bringing her
mouth completely down on my cock as I released a third squirt.  Then I
released her, grabbed my cock with my hand, and pulled Tara's mouth over my
tip to take Alexis's place.  Tara shrieked at the sudden hair pull but I
drowned her protests with a fresh spurt of semen, a good portion of it
firing up onto her face.  I was still in the throes of orgasm, and I didn't
want it to stop.  I pulled her head down over my cock and kept her there.
She squirmed and pushed as I expelled every last drop into her mouth.

   Alexis was glaring at me, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand.  I
just gave her a smile as I gave Tara a hard smack on her ass.  "Now, Brian,
I believe lunch should be almost ready.  What do you say we eat out on the
back lawn and we can watch the horses being exercised?  I have a new
two-year-old that shows some promise as a jumper."

   "Great, Arthur.  I'd love to see them.  Shall we bring the toys along
for the meal?  I have Alexis's dishes in the car." I knew that Brian
preferred his sluts to dine as I do mine, on the floor beside me, usually
in silver or steel dog dishes.

   I sent one of the maids out to his car to fetch Alexis's dishes as we
moved our party outside.  I was infuriated with Tara for costing me an
additional ten grand, and I decided to let her experience some of my
disgust.  I clipped a leash to the choker around her throat and pushed her
neck back to the ground as she began to get to her feet.

   "I don't think so, slut." I said.  "Your performance today has not
earned you the privilege of walking.  You'll crawl to lunch." I fastened
two short chains between her wrists and knees, effectively limiting her
movement to a few feet with each step.  She would be forced to shuffle
quickly beside us on her knees to keep up, and she would be prevented from
succumbing to the temptation to strike out when she realized what I had in
mind.

   "Just to prove that I'm not completely devoid of refinement," I said
sarcastically, "and that I'm not a sore loser, perhaps you'll do the
honors?" I handed the end of Tara's leash to Alexis.  Her eyes widened as
she realized what I was offering.  A sly smile crossed her lips, one almost
as vicious as the sneer that Tara had earlier held for her.  She took the
leash in her small hand and waited for my nod.  I motioned to the French
doors, which opened to the back gardens and watched appreciatively as she
roughly led Tara outside.  It was like watching a grade-schooler lead a
Doberman; such was the size difference between the two.  Even on her hands
and knees, Tara's back was level with Alexis' upper thigh.  Under normal
circumstances, I knew my wife could physically overpower Brian's little
snippet without much effort, but these weren't normal circumstances.

   "Anytime you would like to test your 'skills' against a paid whore
again, you just let me know," I told Alexis.  "I've got many more games in
mind to win back my money from your Master."

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