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Reluctantly Yours

By Orestes

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The ride home from Rockport was going to be a long one. I could
tell by the way she was scraping her fingers along the clasp of
her purse.

I decided to engage my talent for saying exactly the wrong thing
at any given moment.

" She's just trying to get a reaction..."

And she got one. Kelly was just itching to begin her tirade, but
was waiting  until I was on the highway so that she could rant
without interruption. Yes, this was going to be one very fucking
long ride home, and here came the highway entrance.

" You're enjoying this. Admit it, " she accused.

No lies. I wouldn't deny it.

" You actually enjoyed watching her parade out her lifestyle for
me, and me just sitting there with my face going red, completely
speechless. "

" Seeing you speechless is a rare event, " I poked back. " You
have to let me enjoy it just a little. "

She sent me a warning glare that smoldered in my peripheral
vision.

" Hey, I told you about Molly, " I defended myself a little.

" You told me that she was a little... what was the word you
used? 'Unconventional', that's what you called her. "

" Umm hmmm. "

" The woman had slaves, Joel. Slaves! Six of them. "

" I didn't know she would have slaves at the house. " I shrugged.

" Holy fuck, Joel. You're talking about this like it's no big
deal, like having slaves is just an eccentricity. Why didn't you
tell me that she was into this kind of shit? You can stop
grinning any time now. "

" Calm down, Kel. You're a big girl. I knew you could handle
yourself. And honestly, I really didn't know that Aunt Molly
would have slaves there. I thought it would only be us. Yeah, I
knew she'd shock you a little by talking about her lifestyle, but
I didn't think she'd go to that extent. "

" Slaves. Is that even legal ?"

" Well, it's not like they're really slaves, is it ? It's just a
game for these people. "

" I don't know about that, Joel. It's too fucking weird. When you
were out having a drink with Walter... and thank you very much
for leaving me alone there, by the way..."

" You're welcome. "

" ... Molly was chatting with her friends about the slaves. The
way they were talking, Joel... they actually buy and sell these
girls. Molly was talking about one of them that had a discipline
problem, and how the girl was confined and punished until she was
more...willing. It didn't sound like just a game. Are you sure
it's all voluntary ?"

" I wouldn't know. I mean, not as a certainty. I visited my Aunt
a couple of times a year through my childhood. I'll have to admit
that I was always curious about what she did, but she never
shared any of the details. She was always embarrassing my Mom by
making little references to 'her girls' or something like that,
but otherwise, she was just a lot of fun to be around. "

" I'll bet. "

" Seriously. "

" And she never let you 'borrow' any of her slaves ?"

" Not a chance. My mom would have killed her, " I cocked my head
towards her. There was something odd in the tone of her question.
" Why would you even ask that ?"

" It's just that... well... she wanted to know if I would like to
borrow one. "

" You're kidding. She didn't. "

" Yes she did. She even called it a 'wedding present of sorts'. "

" I can't believe it. She must be in a mischievous mood today. "

" So that's normal for your Aunt Molly ?"

" Oh yeah. Don't worry about it. She just wanted to see your
reaction. Nothing will come of it. "

I was wrong. Something did come of it.

The next Monday, when I came home from a very rainy game of golf,
Kelly was waiting at the kitchen table with a girl I'd never met.
Kelly rose to greet me at the door.

" She was waiting for me on the front porch, Joel, with a note
from Aunt Molly. Would you like to read it? The girl is a
personal gift to me."

" Is that what the note says ?"

" Yes. "

" Then I guess I don't need to read it, " I said, hanging up my
wet jacket.

" Don't be impossible, Joel. What are we going to do ?"

" Well, first of all, we can stop whispering. I'm sure that she
knows why Molly sent her here. In fact, I'll bet she has very
specific instructions. "

" This isn't funny. "

" Oh, come on. You're playing right into her game. Molly has
always liked the kind of attention she gets from this sort of
thing. "

" So what do I do ?"

" Whatever you want, " I winked playfully. " I mean, she's *your*
slave. "

" Then she'll be on the first bus tomorrow back to Rockport. "

" Why not today ? Slap some stamps on her ass, and I'll drop her
off at the post office for you."

" Don't be rude, Joel. Miriam is a guest in our house. "

Besides, Kelly liked to have a project. I could always see it in
her eyes when she was up to something. For example, she recently
decided to have the street lamps around town replaced.

"They give our streets such an ugly orange glow, " she had
remarked to me one night, while we were having sex. It wasn't
unusual, really, for Kelly to be chatting during sex. She just
couldn't shut down her head. It never stopped her from enjoying
herself, and I thought it was cute. Of course, a month later, she
had convinced the township council to switch make the expensive
switch to more attractive street lights.

That was the way her mind worked. Focused. And she was right. The
town did look much better with the new street lamps.

This project, delivered to our front porch by my mischievous Aunt
Molly, was not so different. Kelly spent the rest of the evening
talking to the young woman, trying to solve the riddle of human
slavery. It was her way of taking control of the situation.

Miriam was irritatingly passive.

" Do you want to talk about why you've become a slave ?"

" If it pleases you, ma'am. "

" Were you desperate for money ? Was that why you sold yourself
?"

" No, ma'am. "

" Well, how much did she pay you ?"

" I'm not sure I understand the question, ma'am. "

" Aunt Molly. How much did she give you to become a slave ?"

" Nothing, ma'am. She bought me from my boyfriend. "

" And how much did he give you ?"

" Nothing, ma'am. I asked him to sell me. "

I made myself a sandwich for dinner, and listened in while I was
nearby. Kelly was making all of the arguments. Wasn't there a
value in freedom ? I don't know, ma'am. Wasn't there something
else that Miriam want to do with her life ? No, ma'am. What if
she were ordered to be free ? Please, I wish you wouldn't do
that, ma'am. Kelly attacked the issue with such energy, it was
almost exhausting to watch. She was still at it when I went to
bed that night.

Miriam was in the guest suite when I woke up the next day, and I
have no idea what time Kelly went to bed. She was still asleep
when I went to work in the morning.

The next I heard of it was when Kelly called me on my cell in the
early afternoon.

" No golf for you today, playboy. We have that strata council
meeting tonight."

" Sounds like as good a reason as any to spend some time on the
links. "

" You're not missing it, Joel. "

" We'll see. "

" Don't make me come down there and embarrass you in front of
your friends. "

She would do it, too. Strata council was another project of hers,
and she was doing her best to bring me along for the ride.

" Oh, and bring home dinner... for three. See you at five."

Then click. I dialed her right back.

" Cute, the way you just slipped it in there. Dinner for three.
Have you decided to keep her then?"

" Keep... don't be ridiculous, Joel. She's not a stray dog. "

I sighed. Moments like this just confirmed my suspicion that I'd
never quite understand the way Kelly's mind worked. I'd enjoy the
ride, but I'd never know what was coming next. " See you at five.
"

I'm much easier to read, and much easier to please. I suspect
that Aunt Molly was secretly delighted that I'd found a girl who
was more 'challenging'. If we survived the current slave crisis,
I figured they'd get along swimmingly.

Over the next couple of days, I found myself with some unexpected
free time. Kelly was occupied with her newest project. I filled
my days easily enough, with a few extra listing appointments with
real estate clients, and a couple extra trips to the racquetball
club, but I did sort of wonder what was going on at home. Miriam
was staying, that much I knew. At the end of the week, I finally
asked about it.

" Well, I can't very well send her back, can I?" Kelly answered
my question with a question.

" Because ...?"

" Miriam needs my help, Joel. If I send her back, she'll probably
choose to stay a slave forever. Here, she has a chance. "

" ...a chance to fold the laundry. I see. "

" Smart ass. If you must know, Miriam basically follows me around
waiting for instructions. If I tell her to buzz off and do her
own thing, she gets this sad look on her face, and just waits for
me in her room. I have to occupy her time with something, just to
keep the both of us sane. Besides, it's a whole lot kinder than
anything Molly and her friends would be asking of her."

" With the fringe benefit that we now have a house servant. Nice.
I can't wait until poker night with the guys. "

A roll of her eyes warned me pretty quickly off of that line of
jokes.

I decided to ride it out. Kelly would probably find a way to
straighten the girl out about being a slave. In the meantime,
Miriam wasn't bad to have around. She was an attractive girl,
which didn't escape my attention. Just having her around seemed
to have improved our sex life.

Did I mention that Kelly likes to have a project? She thrives on
it, in fact.

Over the next few weeks, she divided her time between strata
council, social engagements, spending time with Miriam, and
fund-raising for the alumni association. I don't know where she
finds the time or energy. You'd think it would   make a big
difference, having a slave around the house, but the way Kelly
worked things out, our life hadn't changed all that much.

One thing that did concern me was a phone call I overheard Kelly
making in hushed tones. She was hiding something from me, and I
was just the kind of guy to call her on it.

" What's up with you calling Aunt Molly ? I thought you were
still cross with her."

" I'm just trying to be nice to your family, dear, " she replied,
without skipping a beat.

" What? Like inviting her out for a barbeque? Seriously, Kel.
What are you working on?"

" What does it matter, Joel? She knows about slaves. I need to
know a little more. If I have to suck up to your wing-nut Aunt so
that I can help Miriam, I don't see the harm. "

I got the distinct feeling that something more than 'helping
Miriam' was going on. With her busy schedule, Kelly was relying
on the help she was getting from the girl to a greater extent
these days. I couldn't put my finger on it, but they way my wife
and the slave were interacting had, well...changed. I'd kept my
nose out of it up to this point, but now my curiosity was getting
the better of me.

Just out of respect for her privacy, I had steered clear from
Miriam's room. Kelly had set her up in the guest suite, which was
pretty private. A couple of nights after our conversation,
however, I knew Kelly was down there with her, so I decided to
peak in. The door was ajar.

Kelly didn't notice me. She was too busy striking her slave's
raised bottom with a painfully thin bamboo cane. I was awestruck,
not so much by the slave, but by my wife. As stunning a sight as
she made, this was pretty much what I expected from Miriam. She
was a sex slave, and surely she was trained for this sort of
thing. But Kelly! She was always so proper. She'd given me no
indication that she had any  kinks at all.

Not that I would discourage it, but then, it wouldn't be like
Kelly to ask my blessing. I was just very surprised. And aroused,
of course.

I backed out of the room quietly.

Now there's an image that stays with you. My beautiful wife,
taking her turn at punishing a slave. What could have changed her
mind so completely? How on earth did Aunt Molly pull this one
off?

I called her the next day.

" I love you, Joel, but please don't play dumb with me. You had
to know that when you married a woman like Kelly that you'd have
your hands full. "

" And what 'kind of woman' do you mean?"

" The kind who can handle a slave, it would seem."

Aunt Molly was just about incapable of a straight answer. She
loved her games too much.

" So you've been giving her advice on discipline then?" I tried
to pin her down.

" Not really. She figured that out for herself, mostly. It takes
a firm hand to keep the girls at their most obedient. "

" You expect me to believe that Kelly took up discipline on her
own?"

" She's a smart girl. She knew what needed to be done. I just
nudged her in the right direction. "

" I knew it. You've been messing with her head."

" You give your wife too little credit, I'm afraid. I don't
suspect you'll be making that mistake for long. No, Joel... she
hasn't been calling me for advice on discipline. "

" What, then?"

" Well, if you must know, it's been for marital advice. It's not
at all unusual for a newly married woman to seek advice from
someone with more experience. "

I laughed out loud. I couldn't help it.

" Marital advice. From you. You'll forgive me if we don't jump to
take your recommendations."

" You mistake me, Joel. The advice wasn't for you as a couple. It
was for Kelly. And given her intelligence, I have a feeling she
would have figured that all out on her own as well. "

" And you expect that I'll go along with it?"

It was her turn to laugh.

" That's the easy part, my dear."

She revealed no more than that, and by the time we got off the
phone, I was more confused than ever. Why would Kelly be seeking
advice from Aunt Molly? When and why did she begin disciplining
Miriam? It could have been nearly from the start, I realized.
Kelly had spent a lot of time alone with the girl in her suite.

On the heels of that conversation, I was anxious to talk to
Kelly. We were actually pretty good at being open with each
other, so it bothered me a lot that she'd been keeping all of
this from me. When I arrived home that night, Kelly was already
in the guest suite with Miriam, doing lord-knows-what. I waited
in the living room, silently rehearsing some of the pointed
questions I would have for her.

The fact that I knew a little about what she was doing with her
slave was making it hard to concentrate. A couple of hours went
by. Normally, she would have been up by now.

I wondered how far Kelly had decided to take her role. Had she
stepped up the discipline? I wouldn't have guessed that she had
that kind of cruelty in her. Had she gone even further? She had
never confided any lesbian desires to me, but at this point,
nothing could have surprised me.

I desperately wanted to know, I realized. With each passing
minute, my own tension increased.

Finally, I surrendered to my curiosity. I wondered if she would
notice me this time, sneaking a peak at her discipline session. I
wondered how she'd feel about it.

When I reached the guest suite, the door was ajar again. She sure
wasn't doing much to keep me out.

Kelly was sitting on the edge of the bed, fully clothed, with
Miriam laying over her knees. Miriam was naked, of course. He
backside was striped red from the evening's discipline. Something
was strapped around her face. Kelly hand was between her spread
legs, toying with the girl's pussy from behind. Miriam seemed to
be ready for an orgasm, but my wife denied it of her.

I stood there. I couldn't believe how aroused the scene made me,
and how quickly.

" If you're going to watch, come in, " Kelly said, gently.

Busted.

" I'm sorry... I..."

" Shhh..." she placed her free hand to her lips. " In or out?"

I stepped in.

" Sit next to me, " Kelly instructed. She didn't raise her voice,
but I definitely felt like I was stepping into her zone of
control.

I sat next to my wife. She gently guided Miriam back onto her
knees. The slave took the position naturally. Her body was
beautiful in that posture.

Kelly reached around the back of Miriam's head, and unsnapped a
leather harness. When she withdrew the attached toy from the
girl's mouth, I was surprised at the size of it. It was a long,
flexible dildo gag which must have been quite a ways down
Miriam's throat. I was surprised she could take it without
choking. Just another part of the training, I suppose.

With the slave's mouth now free, and Kelly beginning to unfasten
my belt, I had a pretty good idea of what was coming. I didn't
get oral sex from Kelly. As I said, she's a talker during sex,
and a blow job would just make conversation difficult.

The chance to get a blow job from this beautiful young woman was
like a fantasy come true, but I was still hesitant about the
direction this was all going.

" Kelly, I..."

<whap!> She brought a warning blow down on my lap. I jumped, no
so much from pain as surprise at the unexpected correction.

" When you come to this place, Joel, you don't speak. You obey. "

I bristled at her new attitude, but she didn't back down.

" Make your choice Joel. You can leave, or you can stay and get a
wonderful blow job. I might allow her to practice some of her
other skills as well. But if you stay, I'm in charge. "

Miriam was between my legs, breathless and waiting for me. I have
to say, at the time, it wasn't a difficult choice.

" Good, " encouraged Kelly, as I lowered my pants. " I'm glad
you're willing to play along. "

She talked quickly, as she always did while we had sex, only this
time it she had delegated Miriam to provide the sex. She took me
deeply into her mouth, desperate to please her mistress. Between
the two them, they had me right where Kelly wanted.

" I'm keeping her, Joel, but I guess you already knew that. Once
I knew what it was all about, the whole thing made sense. Slaves
really do need discipline, Joel, for their own good. It keeps
them focused. Once they're used to it, they can't go without it.
They're better off with this kind of direction. It keeps them
productive, happy, sexually satisfied... instead of bouncing
around between bad relationships, and bad decisions, they find a
woman who can manage all of their needs. In return, I get a slave
to help me with my commitments. It's perfect."

" I'll be taking other slaves too, I think. You remember my
step-sister, Emily... yes, the one with the behavior problems...
she had another fight with Mom, and I've agreed to give her a
place to stay. I'll be converting her as soon as I can. Don't
worry. We're okay financially. We can afford to keep them both. "

I groaned. Kelly's little step-sister was a tough girl with a
chip on her shoulder, but was also an incredibly sexy young
woman. I pictured her, bent over the bed, taking the cane, and I
almost came right then. Miriam slowed. I have the feeling Kelly
had instructed her to keep me from orgasm until our conversation
was finished.

" I need your cooperation, of course. You'll have the benefit of
helping me tune-up their skills. You'd like that, wouldn't you?
You don't need to answer, sweetie. Of course you would."

She leaned in closer to me now, and gave me a kiss on the lips
before continuing quietly into my ear.

" This doesn't change *everything* Joel. I still love you. I'm
still your wife. I won't convert you by the whip like I will the
other girls, but I'll have your obedience nonetheless, one way or
another."

" I love your spirit Joel, I really do, but on certain things,
you'll need to give me my way. I need you to be a model husband.
I want you to use your influence, use your charm to help me with
my projects. Like the strata council, for instance. I want to run
it, and it isn't going to happen if you don't use your business
contacts, and really get involved. You can do that, can't you
honey?"

I nodded. It wasn't such a big thing, really, and the trade-off
was fantastic.

" Good. If you get me my votes, I'll make sure you get some very
nice treatment from the slaves. The way I figure it, we only have
a few votes to sway. "

Miriam was keeping me just moments away from orgasm now, waiting
from a command from Kelly.

" We need to lock down the votes from Jim and Sandra Henderson.
You know, the swingers who invited us over for dinner a couple of
weeks ago ?"

I was surprised she even wanted to go there.

" We're not..." I started, which warranted another quick
correction from my wife.

" No, of course *we're* not going over there." she continued,
annoyed. " Sandra and I don't really get along. Besides, I've
been listening to the gossip around the neighborhood, and it
seems that the whole swinging thing is more Jim's thing than
Sandra's. Turns out he's very much into hardcore gay porn. She
just plays along to keep him happy. Maybe we could skip the whole
swinging charade, and you could 'get his vote' for me on your
own."

It sounded like a suggestion, but felt like a command. My wife
must have given Miriam the go ahead, because she began milking my
cock with the definite intent to have me get off.

" Say, the two of you golf together sometimes, don't you?"

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