Chapter 19A
Two hours later I was really pleased with myself. Over desert I thought I had finally figured this whole thing out. Even as good a friend as Max and I were, I couldn’t see him blindly trusting me with his Wife.  There had to be some plan or something. Finally, as Mary Beth and I talked, I figured this whole night was the plan. We were picked up and would be delivered back home, so a quick stop at the Holiday Inn or my house was out. Their friends were around us, guiding and leading me through it all. Then there was the letter he left me. Like sex with Evee, something was missing. It was like I knew the trick Eve tried to pull on me, when I asked her to tell me the truth. Max said, he didn’t want us to tell him what happened tonight, and then again he didn’t say that someone else wouldn’t tell him. Who was it? It wasn’t Tom who was going to call Max in the morning. If anything, Max would rather see good old Tom disappear from the face of the earth. Adam was another story. There was a connection there, and they would look out for each other. As I thought about it, I really didn’t care. As long as things stayed as they were, everything was cool. Now, I figured there wouldn’t be any more surprises. 
After the supper, I led Mary Beth to the table that Adam and Gregg were at. That was where I met a couple of other Dominants named Leon and Roberta. Being a good old boy, of sorts, I never had much contact with homosexuals, but recognizing Leon as one was easy. I guess it could have been the young man he had on a leash. Then again, it could have been the clothes they wore. The red bow ties around their necks were the only thing that matched. Where Leon had a pair of tuxedo pants and dress shirt, his submissive had a studded leather jock strap on, and that was it. It was a little too weird for my taste, but too each his own, I thought. The female Domme on the other hand was a beautiful sight to behold. There was nothing obvious that pointed to her as a Dominant, but just one look, and you could tell by the way she sat at the table and watched everything. The brown headed woman clinging to her leg was probably a dead giveaway, as well. I noticed something interesting as I watched the group. The two women never spoke to each other, but Leon and his sub did. The conversation between them, as well as the general talk, was, if anything, normal. In fact, I was surprised when MB tugged on my pants leg and told me she needed to go to the bathroom. I looked at my watch, and it was almost midnight. 
I looked over to Adam, and he told Eve that it was time for her to take a little trip. I guess it was a signal they used all the time, because all she did was take Mary Beth's hand and they both stood. As I watched both of them walking towards the restroom I saw more similarities than differences. I looked over to Adam and said, “You know, they almost look like sisters.” 
Adam smiled at me, “They are.” I was wondering what he was drinking as he was finishing the thought. “They’re not actually sisters,” he amended, “but they had the same Dom once. Eve wasn’t always mine, even though I wish some times she was. I was in my first year of Medical School when we met. She was an undergraduate, and she was hot. I used to see her and Mary Beth walking around campus. It wasn’t till I met Max that I found out Jane was a submissive.” 
Suddenly it clicked, Max had Mary Beth and Jane both as collared submissives. My brain quickly ran through the possibilities of a Dominant and two subs when Adam broke in with his brand of wisdom. “Don’t go off the deep end, Gene. Two subs isn’t just twice the fun, it’s about five times the responsibilities. We even tried it once, but it became too much for all of us. Luckily the other woman knew it wasn’t going to work as well. Separations can be messy at times.” 
Now I was intrigued. ‘If she was Max's, how did you and Jane get together? 
Now, Adam leaned back in the chair and smiled as the women went into the restroom. “It seems that Max and Jane had an agreement that he would keep her till she found someone else she could accept as a Dominant. She looked at it like a safety net and he thought of it as saving her from a lot of stumbling around and mistakes. Anyway, we met at the Student Union and seemed to click right away. I didn’t know she was a submissive, and I sure as hell didn’t consider myself a Dom. I collared her a couple of months after we met that first time, and we’ve been together ever since. 
I had been leaning back in the chair for about fifteen minutes, when I heard this blood curdling scream coming from inside the submissives bathroom. Not a heartbeat later, a very nice brunette came running out, holding her panties in her hand. She had a terrified look on her face as she looked for her Dom. Suddenly, it changed to relief as she saw him walking towards her. I started to get up as Adam grabbed my arm. “Wait for the second one.” I saw a scowl come over Adams face. 
Wait for the second what? I thought. Suddenly, there came the second scream. Eve/Jane came walking out with the biggest smile I’d ever seen on anyone’s face. As Mary Beth’s friend looked at the assembled crowd, she said, “She’s back.” While I was wondering what in the hell Eve was talking about, there was a smattering of applause. However, most of the assembled diners looked very nervous. Now, what the fuck was going on? 
I heard Adam growling next to me. “Wait here.” With that he strode over to Eve, grabbed her by her hair, and started pulling her back to the table. “You've really done it this time, Eve,” was all I heard. Eve started yelling that he was hurting her. “Hurt? You don’t know what the hell hurt means. You screwed this all up.” Suddenly Eve started apologizing and saying that it wasn’t her fault. It was that the bitch started it all. 
I looked toward the door as Master Jacob started walking towards the bathroom. I figured he was going in to get his sub. Before he could get there, Abe was there blocking his way. 
“I’m sorry, Sir, you know the rules.” Abe looked down on the man. “Submissives only, everyone else stays out.” 
“Janette is in there, Abe, with that Bitch of the West.” It seemed that he was really concerned for his sub. 
I looked over at Adam, he had his hand around Eve’s neck very tight. Just one look at Eve and I knew it was hurting her but she didn’t struggle to get away. Adam looked at me but didn’t say anything. 
“Why’s Jacob so worried? I asked. “And who in the hell is he talking about? I was starting to get a twist in my stomach because I was afraid I knew. 
“It’s from the Wizard of Oz.” He didn’t say anything else. He just looked at Eve and squeezed harder. I could see her wilting under the pressure. Soon she’d be on her hands and knees. “Tell Gene everything, before I rip the collar off your neck and throw you into the fucking street.” Suddenly there was a third scream coming from the bathroom. Just from Adams tone I could tell he was totally pissed off at this woman who, just a short time ago said she loved him for better or worse. 
Finally, she said, “It’s a nickname we had for Mary Beth. Before she changed into a doormat for every submissive, she used to be hell on wheels, and wouldn’t take bullshit from anyone. If she thought someone was disrespecting her Master, she’d go after them like a starving dog.” Just by the tone of her voice, I could tell she was walking on egg shells. Her voice reminded me of Jens, when she knew she messed up big time, and didn’t want to make it any worse.
“She?” Adam looked down at Eve who had sunk further down into the floor. 
Eve looked up at us, and the look was pure sadness. “I meant us, Sirs.” She lowered her eyes as we stared at her. “We were a team, Mary Beth and I. She was the Wicked Bitch of the West and I was the...” 
“Wicked Bitch of the East,” I finished the sentence for her. Jen and I had seen the movie with Judy Garland a couple of times, over the years. I stared at Eve and shook my head. I wondered if I would ever be able to see that movie again and not think of tonight. I wondered why they couldn’t have been the good witches. 
Adam looked at me, and shook his as well. “I’m sorry, Gene, I thought we’d cured them of this shit. It’s been years since they went after another sub.” 
I looked down at the top of Eve's head as I thought out loud for their benefit, “What in the hell am I going to say to Max tomorrow? Gee...” I used that same little voice Eve had used. “...I’m sorry all to hell, but Mary Beth and Eve tore into a couple of submissives. Now you can’t go to Angelique’s anymore, because I couldn’t control your wife.” 
I guess Adam was going to say something, but there was another scream and some shouting. I think there was some cussing in there as well. But, at the end, it was pitched so high only dogs could hear it. 
Suddenly, the door burst open, hitting Abe and knocking Jacob over. Out came another submissive with Mary Beth’s fist tangled in her hair. “Let me GO! YOU FUCKING BITCH! MASTER,” the Black haired girl wailed. She struggled to get to Jacob, but Mary Beth had her hands firmly wound in her long hair. 
As Adam and I got up to pull them apart, everyone in Angelique’s heard Mary Beth yell back. “Take it back, Cunt, or I’ll rip every hair out of your head!” 
I got there first, grabbed Mary Beth by her hair, and pulled her away. “Stop this right now, MB,” I shouted in her ear. “POSITION!” And, just that fast, it was over. As Mary Beth let go of the woman’s hair, the release of the strain on it from her trying to get away, propelled both of them to the floor. Jacob's submissive just lay there, sobbing. Mary Beth fell to her knees. As she bent forward with her hands behind her back, I could hear her gasping for air. 
It looked like there had been some damage to both sides. One of the straps on Mary Beth’s dress was broken, and there was a bruise on the side of her head. Her uncovered breast heaved as she tried to catch her breath. I noticed the exposed nipple was hard, as it rose and fell with each breath. The dress had taken on a darker color, in places where her perspiration had soaked into the material. I knew what she looked like naked, but, as her sweat caused the dress to cling to her, I had a different look at her. 
I still had my hand in her hair, just like she had done to the black haired beauty. I tried to jerk her back straighter by pulling on her hair, but she resisted. “What in the hell do you think you’re doing, picking a fight in the can? Talk to me, MB,” I jerked, without thinking, one more time at her hair. 
Mary Beth gave a little yelp as the pain shot through her. She tried to look at me. “I’m sorry, Gene, Master, but as soon as she walked in she started trash talking, like they always do.” 
“Keep your eyes down, MB. Right now, I don’t want to see them!” 
I relaxed my grip, and she relaxed, but just a little. She started focusing on objects on the floor, rather than me, or the people that surrounded her. They were people she knew. I looked over to where Jacob was holding his charge. He was glaring at me. I had bigger problems than him right now. I was in unknown territory. I looked down at Max's wife. “And you thought hitting her would make a difference?” 
Mary Beth's ragged breathing was slowing down as she tried to calm down. “No, Sir, I tried to convince her with words, first. I told her that I had a kind and loving Master, but she just laughed.” 
“So then you hit her?” I ask Mary Beth, but I noticed Jacob heading our way. He left his submissive in the care of another Dom. I noticed a little blood trickling from the corner of her lip. Now what the fuck did he want, thought. 
“No, Sir, Eve tried to convince Sharon to get Annette out of there before something bad happened. It didn’t work.” She glanced at me as she said, “Sometimes words fail me.” 
Throwing my words back at me didn’t help her case any. It was then I noticed Jacob, who was standing on the other side. He had that nasty old whip in his hand. 
I really had enough, and this was way over my head. “Just what the hell, are you doing with that?” I glared at Jacob. 
He glared back at me, and I really couldn’t blame him. “It’s the rules of the house. Any sub fighting outside of the restrooms will be punished. Seeing as it was Annette that was trying to get away, Mary Beth is mine.” 
Now all my defenses were up. “Like hell she is.” This was spiraling out of control fast. “She’s mine, and if you try to use that on her you’re going to be one sorry butt-hole.” 
Jacob just smiled that same oily smile Tom had given me. “It is the rules, Amateur.” 
I was about to come back with a retort, when I heard a voice behind me. “It is the rules of the house, Gene.” I turned around towards the sound of the voice. “My house, my rules, I think you said.” 
And there she was, Angelique. I guess I was a little disappointed. I was expecting a woman like I’d seen sitting at the tables. It wasn’t that she wasn’t nicely dressed. It was that she wasn’t dressed for a place like this. I know that leaves a lot of room, but I assumed that she wouldn’t look like someone going grocery shopping. She was probably in her sixties, but on the high side. She was maybe five two, or so, with over the shoulder length grey hair. She wasn’t fat, but she had this grandmotherly way about her. I looked her in the eye and didn’t see anything that caused me to be on the defensive. “It’s nice to meet you, even like this.” I still had MB by the hair. I could feel her trying to sink lower to the ground, but the strain on her hair stopped her. “I’m sorry this happened, but for a first time, this has been a little strange.” I tried to apologize. 

I think she smiled at this. I really couldn’t tell. “I can imagine. Still it is a rule. Mary Beth has to be punished.” 
“You have to be joking? It was a little cat fight, that’s all.” 
Angelique seemed rather calm about it. “Then tell me why shouldn’t she?” Abe was standing behind her. “Cat fight, cunt fight, it all ends the same. It was a fight that I know she started. She could have walked away, but didn’t.” She looked at Jacob then to me. “The rule is what happens in the submissives bathroom stays there. Nothing is said or done, as long as it stays behind that door.” She nodded at the door MB and Annette had burst through. “When the fight came out here, that made it my business.” 
Jacob was quick defending his woman. “Angelique, you know it doesn’t matter, it’s your business, period. She was the one who wouldn’t stop. Everyone knows she’s hot tempered and loves to fight.” There seemed to be a general murmur of agreement to that. “Besides, I have the right to punish her.” From the tone I could tell that was something he’d enjoy very much, maybe, even too much. 

“Wait a minute here. I was told whips and all that other crap were verboten here. Don’t ask me why I said that, I just did it without thinking. 

Angelique looked at me a little strangely and nodded. She looked at Jacob, “I don’t think he knew what he was getting himself into by bringing her here. If anything, it’s Max’s fault for arranging this. Besides, I know you, and this was a setup. Tom talked you into this little show. You know I hate whips. There are so many other ways to punish someone, that don’t break the skin. Am I correct, Charles?” 

I hadn’t seen him standing behind me. “There are many ways, Madam,” the little man said. “The dictionary says that to punish means to impose a penalty on someone, or inflict a correction. That leaves it fairly wide open, Madam.” 

I wondered what he had for breakfast that made him so smart when he looked at me. “I’m a retired English teacher.” He shrugged, and Angelique smiled. 

Angelique looked at me. “You can punish this slut. Make sure it’s severe enough a penalty so she won’t do it again, for a long time.” Angelique looked down at Mary Beth, “You’ve put your new Master in a bad position. He’s going to correct you in front of all these people. People you know, people you meet on the outside.” 

MB shook her head. I still had a firm grasp on her hair so the movement was restricted. Angelique saw that and she scowled. I pulled her head up, with a tug on her brown hair, “Don’t you ever do that again. You planned this, you and Max, didn’t you?” 

“No, Sir.” She squirmed in my grasp as she looked up at me, then around at her friends. Her eyes lingered a little too long on Eve, but finally her eyes came back to mine. I promise Gene, I don’t know. I thought this was just a way for you to see the Dominant in you. Master Tom messed it all up.” Now she looked at Mistress Angelique, "I believe my husband had a plan to get Gene back together with Agnes.” 

Before MB could say anymore, Angelique looked at me? “You have your own submissive? Why bother with her, she’s a little too independent for my tastes. Where is she?” 

I didn’t like this conversation much, but it was better than laying into Mary Beth. I was slightly relieved when she mentioned Max as her Husband, along with everything that word meant. “I refused to collar her, so she went back to Miami.” 

Jacob spoke up again. I noticed he put up the whip, which eased my mind some. “What does she do in Miami besides licking her Dom's boots?” I wondered if I could get a couple of punches in before Abe beat me to a pulp. 

“She’s a flight attendant.” Suddenly all sorts of alarms went off in my head. The less he knew, the easier my life would be. 

“I knew a flight attendant that works for an airline.” Jacob said, wistfully. He looked at me for a reaction. “I used her at a party in Miami about two years ago, I think it was. A remarkable Cuban girl, if I remember. Loved the cat, but she never cried out. She was a real pain slut and she had the stripes to prove it.” 

I wondered if he was talking about Donna. 

“What was her name, now? That’s right,” Jacob smiled, “she didn’t have a name other than Cunt and Whore.” 

I wanted to put my fist in that smile of his. I just knew he was talking about Donna Maria. “Agnes isn’t into pain, not your kind anyway. She left her last Master because he ignored the boundaries they had set up.” I had to change the subject fast. 

“Testing the boundaries is acceptable, sometimes,” he shot back. Now, I disliked him even more. He had a strong sense of self importance. Even if he was right, he was getting on my nerves. The problem was I only had one nerve left. 

“How about ignoring a submissive's safe word? Is that an acceptable way to test boundaries?” 

Now Jacob just looked at me. “No, it’s not.” 

“I agree.” Well, that was a start, I thought. I turned to Angelique, “So what do you suggest?” 

She looked at me. “Because you’re new to all this, I’ll choose the punishment. I’m assuming that Jacob’s whip is out for you?” I nodded once. “Well, that being the case, if you’re undecided,” she hesitated, “I could open the floor to suggestions, if you’re willing, Doms only, of course.” 

“Of course,” I agreed. I looked down at MB and wondered what possessed her to turn on another submissive while she was with me. “Follow me, MB.” 

Of course, that was easier said than done, and not because she had no choice. As I started to walk away I tightened the fist in her hair, and kept it at my side. That forced her to crawl back to Adam's table on her hands and knees. The carpet was soft to walk on, but crawling on bare knees was a different story. 

I looked down as I walked and saw what others saw. The light blue paneled dress was in ruins. Jacob's submissive must have gotten hold of it in the fight. The seams were pulled loose down one side. That caused her breasts to come free from the garment. I could see them moving from side to side as she struggled to keep up. 

I looked down her body as she moved, and as I did, I could feel my penis pressing against my boxers. It was pretty much a surprise to see I was getting hard again. With everything that had happened, I shouldn’t have been. Pain and punishment weren’t my thing. I looked down at the panels of the dress, and stared as the back panel tugged its way deeper into the cheeks of her ass. Every now and then one of the side panels would get caught under her knees and pull the dress tighter pressing under her, now naked, breasts. 

I finally reached the table and sat down. I wondered why I was suddenly so tired, and I realized that it was nothing more than the adrenalin rush wearing off. I watched the other Doms discussing what I was to do with my submissive. My submissive? thought, Hell, she was married to Max and tied to him in ways that no one on the outside could possibly imagine. Now, in one night, hell three hours, I’d screwed this all up, not only for me, but maybe for him as well. “in the hell had they done this to me?” 

A voice to my left said, “Do you want an answer, or are you just thinking out loud. 

I guess this was really eating at me because I said, “Any suggestion would be welcomed, other than slitting my wrists.” I looked at Adam as he looked down at Eve kneeling beside him. She looked like I felt, and I wondered what was going through her head. Then, I realized that it didn’t matter. The two women had done it, and I would have to fix it. 

“The process is quite simple, the doing is the hard part.” Adam wasn’t smiling now, and I paid attention. “Mary Beth will belong to Max again after this is all over. I know he’s not into physically punishing anyone, just like you are. In all the time he and Mary Beth have been together, he’s only had to discipline her once. I don’t know the circumstances, but they both assured me it was necessary for their relationship to continue.” He looked down at Mary Beth before continuing. “What you have to do is think like Max.” I looked as he raised his eyebrows and smiled. 

I tried real hard not shoot him a disgusted look. “You’re not going to tell me what that is, are you?” 

“Nope, Eve could probably tell you, but she won’t. I know Mary Beth could tell you, but what fun would that be?” 

I really hate it when people won’t share. I saw Angelique walking towards us, and she wasn’t very happy either. So, join the club. I got up, leaving Mary Beth, and tried to be casual about meeting her halfway. In fact, it was on the dance floor that, I guess, no one ever used. All the way over, I kept on thinking, What would Max do in this situation? What would someone like Mary Beth consider a punishment so bad she might not ever do it again? , I’d run out of time. 

Angelique held both of her hands out. “I’m sorry, Gene, but there is no other way. Mary Beth must be punished.” I could see in her eyes that this wasn’t the way she wanted it to go, either. "If Jacob did use the whip on her, it would be even harder on her than that embarrassing moment in the limousine." 

Limo? How the hell did she know about that? 

As I thought about it the proverbial light bulb went off. I needed more time. “If you could wait a minute, I think I have an answer to all this.” She nodded, and said, “Remember, Master Gene, it has to be punishment.” 

“Of course.” With that, I turned back to the table. As I approached, I looked at Adam. “I’d like to borrow Eve again, if you don’t mind. This time it may be a little rough on her.” 

I don’t know which was faster, Adam with his smile, or the panicked look on Eve's face as she looked up for the first time since this all began. Adam spoke for both of them. “You can use her anyway you want tonight.” The panic spread across her face as she looked at her Dom of over fifteen years. “Of course, I have to be present.” 

“Of course.” The plan was coming together. All I needed now was one question answered. 

“Master?” panic and concern filled her voice. “Please don’t do this. It’s Mary Beth you’re talking about, not someone we don’t know.” 

Adam had tried to calm down after that first blowup but I could tell it was still close to the surface. “Do it or give me your word, and it’s all over, Eve. If you give me your safe word, we’ll see Jacob whip your best friend and sister sub.” 

He knew the words to use to get his way. Eve thought about it, but there really wasn’t much to think about. Both Mary Beth and Eve had flawless skin, and I was her friend's only hope to keep it that way. Eve looked at me and nodded. “I agree. Gene, my safe word is orange.” With that she rose, as Adam gave me her leash. As I started walking back towards Angelique I let Eve come alongside of me. 

“Questions, Jane?” 

Now it was her turn to wonder if I was the one that should be holding her friend's leash. “Why are you calling me Jane? You know the name Adam calls me, Sir.” 

“Because this has nothing to do with Adam. It’s all about you, Mary Beth and Max. This behavior started with him, why, I don’t know.” I looked down at her as she stared at me. “And, I really don’t care how it happened. All I know is that something changed between the two of them, after Wilmington.” 

Eve/Jane started to say something, but I cut her off. “You and Mary Beth made it my problem with your bathroom fight. If what I have planned doesn’t work, then none of us will be allowed back in here, or I’ll have to allow someone I really care about to be hurt.” It was then I realized that she hadn’t thought it all the way through. Back in my Navy days it was called a worst case scenario. In other words, prepare for the worst and hope for the best. “I like this place, Jane.” I stopped and wondered about what I’d just said. With all the things that had happened, I really had enjoyed myself. “What I’d like to do,” I continued, “would be to bring Agnes here one day. Something tells me she would like a place like this. So, just leaving is not an option for me. If Max was banned, well, there goes our friendship, as well as Angelique's.” 

She glanced behind her and looked at Adam. I didn’t have to look to know what he was thinking or feeling. My telling Jane/Eve that they might be banned wasn’t really true, but was possible. After all, Mary Beth and Jane had been a team under Max, as well as tonight. Judy Garland had to kill both, the Witch of the East and the West, in the Wizard of Oz. I wondered what Angelique’s remedy would be to that. 

”I’ll do whatever is needed to make it right.” The resolve in her voice gave me strength. I really wasn’t sure of the details yet, but I knew I had a better chance of making whatever this was, work with her. 

“So, tell me what were you talking about at my table that had MB so embarrassed?” 

Eve kept her eyes straight ahead. “When I was next to her, I smelled something familiar. I didn’t know what it was, but Angel did and told everyone. Mary Beth finally came clean, telling us you got her worked up in the car and rubbed her juices over her face and neck.” Eve glanced at me, “As Mary Beth said it, I smelled it again, but this time it was fresh. She was getting turned on, again, just talking about it.” Without stopping, she got closer to me and put a hand on my arm. “She was so turned on, that, I swear, if we kept it up she was going to have an orgasm right there at your feet.” 

I nodded, and it only confirmed what I knew and hoped. “Thank you.” We walked up to the Mistress of this club. I faced Angelique as she stood there in the middle of the dance floor. She glanced at Eve/Jane as I said, “Position.” As she went to her knees, gracefully, the older looking woman smiled. Why shouldn’t she? She didn’t have to do anything, but watch. 

“And what is this, Gene? It’s Mary Beth that needs to be disciplined. Surrogates aren’t allowed.” 

“Eve isn’t here for that reason. She’s my assistant, so to speak. After all, as I understand it, they worked as a team.” I jerked the leash once and Jane/Eve got the hint. 

“Yes, Ma'am. I’m sorry, Mistress.” She bowed her head and refused to look at us. “We got carried away before, and we’re both ready to accept any correction. My Master, Gene, has made it clear that I’m as guilty as Mary Beth.” I wondered when I said that, but let it pass. 

I guess that little confession had stopped Angelique cold. She looked at me very strangely before she said, “You’re her Master now?” She glanced over at Adam. “He gave her to you?” 

Now I smiled, “Sort of on loan, Mistress Angelique.” 

She shook her head. “First, Max loans you Mary Beth, and now Adam gives you Eve to use?” She shook her head again, but this time she found humor in the situation. “First off, you can call me Grandmother, all my friends do. Secondly, you’re going to have to stop borrowing everyone else's toys, and get your own to play with.” 

“I’m working on it, Grandmother.” For some reason, the name fit her. “Now, to the punishment.” I looked down at Eve, and saw she had not moved at all. Her thighs were spread impossibly wide as her hands went behind her back and rested on the top of her buttocks. The little top rested easy on her chest as she breathed slowly in and out. “Stay here,” I told her. “We’ll be back.” I dropped the leash as Angelique and I walked back to the tables. 

I heard a very quiet Eve say, “Yes, Sir”, as I explained to Angelique what I had in mind. 

I was waiting for her to say no, but I was surprised by her response. “I have to be right there so she fulfills her part. Honestly, I want to hear every word. Second, everyone will be witness to this punishment, submissives as well as Dominants. The only problem I have is what happens if you fail?” 

I looked at Angelique and shook my head. “I like this place and everything about it. I like honest people, and you’re honest. You're straight forward, and don’t take any crap. I want to come back someday. If this doesn’t work, then Jacob might get his wish.” 

That caused the Grandmother to hesitate, “In that case, I hope you succeed. Jacob is very good with that whip. I know his moods, and it won’t be pleasant for Mary Beth” 

Finally, we stood in front of my submissive, the one that caused all this trouble. Her eyes were still looking down. “Mistress Angelique and I have come to an agreement. I will punish you here and now.” 

Mary Beth's head came up and she looked at us. “Sir?” 

“I have your safe word. If at any time you want it to stop, just say Jennifer, and I will. Just to let you know, if you refuse to comply, I will give you to Jacob as he requested. You knew the rules before you fought. You will not have an orgasm during the punishment. If, at any time, you give me your safe word, it’s over and we leave. Max and I will not be allowed to return - ever.” She looked up at us and stared. It was her worst nightmare coming true. 

“I will accept the punishment.” Now, she wondered what she had accepted. Had I, as an amateur, forgotten to tell her that? 

“Stand, MB.” 

She followed us to the wooden floor next to the bandstand. I felt the tug on her leash as she faltered when she saw her best friend kneeling there. 

“Face me, MB.” 

As she stood there, I reached for the clip on the leash. It  unsnapped, easily. 

Without the gold chain hanging between her breasts, she looked naked. The torn blue dress still covered her, but not enough. I could feel the fear in her - the fear and the desire. “Max told me a story.” I was loud enough that everyone could hear. “It was about his senior year in High School. There was this other girl that wanted him.” I saw something peeking out from behind her eyes. The red glow was returning to her cheeks and neck. “He said it was one of the best times he ever had in High School.” I saw her shoulders droop as she stood in front of all her friends. 

She never looked up but I could tell she knew exactly what I was talking about. “Sir, he shouldn’t have told you that story.” 

I grabbed the collar and jerked her to me. “You’re wrong, MB. He should have told me years ago. After all, if I knew what kind of woman you really were back then, things might have been different.” I looked around at the faces of the Doms gathered around the dance floor. “All your friends are looking at you and wondering what you could have done?” The redness was turning a deeper shade now, but still she didn’t look up. 

“Look around, MB.” I whispered. “Look at their faces. Look, and see them staring at you, wondering how a seventeen year old girl could give her boyfriend a blow job in the varsity locker room, then swap spit with another girl. How old was she, fifteen or sixteen?” Mary Beth nodded. She was the one that wanted to fuck Max, but he wouldn’t let her. You were the only one he would have. Even that first time would be after graduation. That scene in the locker room was the only way Max would give her any part of himself. You always came first; everyone else was second, even the sex.” I pulled on the collar and forced her head up. “LOOK AT THEM, MARY BETH!” I shouted at her. “Look at the Doms,” I whispered, “wanting you, but knowing you belong to someone else. Look at the submissives, wishing that they were you, then and now.” 

As she scanned the crowd, she repeated the words she used before, in the Limousine. “I’m yours, Sir, to do with as you wish.” Suddenly her eyes locked on mine. “No second thoughts, no recriminations later. You are my Master, command me.” This public humiliation was taking its toll on her. Everyone could see her as it all came to a head. They could see embarrassment but I could smell her arousal. 

Gods, she was ready. She was ready for a beating, I thought, but not for what I had in store for her. “Tell everyone your safe word.” 

“My safe word is Jennifer, Sirs.” 

“MB, look down and close your eyes, Eve, stand.” 

As they obeyed, Eve said, “Yes, Master?” 

“Follow me.” 

We walked a short ways, to the edge of the dance floor, and I whispered in her ear. I saw her smile as I told her the brief plan I had, then walked back to Angelique and MB, alone. 

“Is everything ready, Gene?” Angelique asked. 

“I saw Jane/Eve walking back at a faster pace now. She seemed to be anxious to see how her friend was going to handle her punishment. When she was in her place, behind Mary Beth, I took a breath. 

“Stand, MB, and look at me,” She did, unsure about what was going to happen. Wondering why her friend was behind her. 

“Undress her slowly, Eve. I want everyone to see.” 

Jane/Eve looked at me and nodded. She reached towards her friend. As her hands touched the one remaining strap on her dress, I saw MB shake from the touch. I placed my hand on top of Jane's to stop her. I looked at Mary Beth and saw what I wanted to see. “Do you both trust me?” Both incredible women looked at me and nodded. I released my hand, and Jane continued to lower the strap. I could feel a slight vibration coming off of Mary Beths’ body as I took a half step back and started to remove my jacket. It had only started, and already she was reacting as I hoped. 

I noticed the female Domme I’d sat with earlier whispering something to her own submissive. The sub rose and walked towards me. As with everyone here, she was beautiful. The brown hair rested just below her shoulders as her small breasts danced under the top she was wearing. She couldn’t have been over five foot tall. I wondered if it was this place that made them beautiful, or were they all were born that way. 

Even her Mistress was one that, just by her looks, commanded instant respect. In any other situation, would that same beauty and attraction be there? I looked at the woven leather collar the young submissive wore. It was well used and I guessed her age to be around twenty five, maybe less. When she came to my side, I gave her a questioning glance. 

“My Mistress has offered me to assist you in any way possible.” I glanced at her raven haired Mistress, who was more my age, as she smiled and nodded. 

“And in return for your assistance?” I was learning very fast now. I gave the new submissive the once over. 

“She would like five minutes to play with Mary Beth. After you’re done, of course.” Now, she actually seemed embarrassed. Maybe it was some fantasy her Domme had, or maybe it was both of theirs. 

“Unless something unknown happens, I agree, your name?” I turned to her Mistress, standing close by. “Five minutes, no marks and no penetration,” 

Mistress Roberta, I thought that was her name, smiled and nodded. Her submissive never hesitated. “In private, my Mistress calls me Slut, Sir. My real name is Jean. I looked at the girl and almost laughed aloud. Gene the Dom and Jean the submissive? That was almost cute, well, almost. 

“I think I’ll keep it as Slut. It’ll prevent confusion,” I smiled. By the way, what is your safe word, Slut?” 

“Mercy, Sir. However, I’ve never had to use it.” 

Now I was amazed. “Never? Not even if there is severe discipline involved?” 

Her eyes came up and met mine. “My Mistress has used the cat and belt on me several times, but it was all my fault and I deserved it and accepted it.” 

I looked at her Mistress and was impressed. “I agreed to your trade. Five minutes only, after I’m done with her and nothing else comes up,” I looked just in time to see Mary Beth flinch. Janes fingers were making little patterns on her friends shoulders and neck. She had lowered the remnants of the dress down to the slope of her breasts. “If you don’t want to be her toy say your word.” 

“I-I-I accept your decision, Gene, Mary Beth stuttered.” I could see a light film of sweat on her as Jane’s fingers massaged her shoulders. 

I looked at Angelique and smiled. “What can I say, I’m a collector of other peoples toys.” All the grandmotherly woman did was smile and nod her head. 

I turned to Jean, “Hold my jacket, Slut.” 

As soon as I said it she had slid herself between Mary Beth and me. The beaded dress she wore was rubbing hard against my crotch, and giving me the urge to cum - not that I needed much more stimulation. I wondered how that felt on MB’s groin as Slut's butt pushed against her mound. Mary Beth's reaction was almost immediate, and loud enough that everyone could hear. 

I looked past Jean's shoulder, and into Mary Beth's half-closed eyes. “Don’t cum, MB. Don’t you dare have an orgasm without permission!” 

Suddenly, her eyes were opened wide. “But, Gene, Master, I’m so close, just a little more, please?” Now she started to whine as it continued to build inside of her. The other fifty or so other people witnessing this were drawn into her fantasy. 

This was the one fantasy that Max said he never tried to make real for her. “If you cum without permission, it’s over. You want to cum? Give me your safe word, and it’s over.” I nodded once, and Jane’s hands slid around her and slowly started to press the dress down further. 

I looked down at this new woman pressing against me. “Take my jacket off, this is going to get messy.” 

With a wonderful little smile, she reached up and slid my jacket down off my shoulders. There was a little more body contact than was necessary, but who was I to complain? As she draped the tuxedo jacket over her arm, she looked at me and pouted. What the hell was her problem?I thought. “Gene?” If I hadn’t been looking at her, I would have sworn that was a certain seven-year-old talking. “If you’re going to get messy, you should take off your shirt. It’s too nice to get ruined; besides, it looks new.” Her hands were on my chest now toying with the buttons. Problem? What problem did she have? “You have a nice broad chest”, she said, as she spread her fingers to cover as much of the shirt as possible. “You’re not fat like a lot of men in their mid thirties are.” She quickly looked up to see if there was some kind of reaction. 

“Take the shirt off,” I ordered. Why should I play her game, a submissives’ game. 

“Yes, Sir,” was all she said as she undid the tie, and slowly unbuttoned my shirt. 

I looked at the two women behind Slut. Jane/Eve was having the time of her life and everyone could tell. The smile on her face was broad as she teased her friend, and brought her higher and higher. Mary Beth was also having a great time, but it was harder for everyone to see it. She was trying very hard to obey, and succeeding for the most part. Her hands were behind her, and everyone could see the strain she was putting on her arm muscles as the tension built. The concentration on her face was evident as she thought about anything except the pleasure now starting to course through her body. I reached up and stroked Mary Beth's face. Immediately, she tried to trap it in the crook of her neck, as I broke her concentration. I slowly slid them away, stroked the lobe of her ear, and brushed her damp hair away from her face. “Do you want to cum, MB?” 

“Yes, Sir, Please, Sir, may I? I need to cum, Gods I can’t stand it. I’ll go crazy without your touch.” Mary Beth pleaded. Now she was in her own little world. It was just the four of us, and I wasn’t so sure Slut was included. Every time Jane pinched and rolled her nipples in her fingers that gasping and moaning became louder. “Please Gene, take me, here and now.” She was looking at me, but she was seeing something else. 

I had her now. “Give me your safe word, and I’ll give you what you want. Give me your word, and you’ll fail,” I whispered to her. 

At least, I thought I whispered. The woman between us was driving me to distraction. I could feel Sluts hands at my neck as she pushed my shirt off my shoulders. “Gene, Sir.” the little brunette in front of me said. “If you need ...ummm, relief...well, you know...” now she was stumbling a little. “With my Mistress having Mary Beth, you can have me if you want. You know, a fair trade, and all.” I looked down at her, and wondered what kind of rabbit hole I’d slid down this time. Slut didn’t give me a chance to say no before I felt her removing the cuff links on the shirt. “Of course, the same rules apply - no marks and no penetration. That is, if you want to?” 

She was serious as a heartbeat, and I really wanted to. I knew there was no way in hell Mary Beth and I were going to have sex. I was not going to have sex with my best friend's wife - no way- I kept repeating to myself. I thought maybe Jane/Eve might be a likely partner, but I liked Adam as well. Even if I could get the ok from him, I wondered what Jane would think about it. Did they have a rule about a third wheel? 

I felt Slut press closer as she was being pushed into me by Jane. Jane for her part, continued to work the dress down so agonizingly slowly. I’d seen Mary Beth's breasts before, but now they were truly magnificent. Everyone could see them straining against the palms of Jane's hands. Her nipples peeked out between her cupped fingers, the nipples dark with anticipation and desire. The scrap of dress she was wearing had fallen to her waist. The only reason it wasn’t a puddle of blue on the floor was that Slut was still grinding hard against MBs’ groin. 

Slut finally had my shirt in her hands. “You have a nice body, Sir. Any woman would enjoy putting her head on it. I looked down at the top of her brown head as she did exactly that. “Not a lot of chest hair to tickle me, but very comfortable.” I was wondering if her play by play, commentary was considered foreplay, when her head came up and captured one of my nipples in her mouth. 

I gasped and pulled free of her warm mouth. She looked at me as if she did something wrong. “You're being a very, very bad slut, Slut. That’s unless you wanted me to cum, but that would be a waste.” 

Now, she gave a little smile, knowing she had succeeded in whatever game she was playing. “Trust me, Sir, I have a better place for your cum than inside your pants.” I closed my eyes for a second and imagined all the places I could shoot on or in her body. That didn’t help any as I quickly thought of that long boring drive to Myrtle Beach on Wednesday. Even thinking about being in the car with Jennifer for hours didn’t help. “I could play with you till you shot your stuff all over my face and lips?” Why was she doing this to me? She looked up at me and flashed her brown eyes at me. “Do you have a lot to shoot? Do you have a big dick? I haven’t had a big one in years. There was suddenly a flash of recognition as she thought of something funny. “Well, I mean a real cock. Mistress uses a monster rubber one in all my holes.” 

It was then I decided that I had to get away from this crazy woman. I was about ready to push her off when the quiet was broken. “GET AWAY FROM HIM YOU FUCK’N WHORE!” MB roared as she grabbed the woman from behind and threw her to the ground. “I’m his submissive, and you can’t play!” 

Fuck where did that come from, I wondered? I reached for Mary Beth as she went to hold me tight. Her face was buried in my chest as she mumbled, half to herself and half to me. “I’m sorry Sir, they’re right, I’m a bitch. I hated it when she offered you something I should have. Please, Master, use me like you would have used her.” 

I looked down at Slut all sprawled out on the floor. Besides the amazed look she had on her face, there was a smile. “What is your problem, Slut.” 

“I guess the Wicked Bitch of the West is really back.” With that she gathered my clothes and straightened them and assumed her position, on her knees, and waited. The smile was still there and so was the amusement in her eyes. 

As I was about to continue, I heard Angelique's voice. “This isn’t going to work, Gene. Quit now, and let Jacob have her. He may mark her but it won’t be permanent, I promise.” 

I put my face next to her ear and whispered, “Is that what you want, MB? Is the Wicked Bitch of the West really back?” 

MB slid out of my arms and onto the floor. “I don’t know anymore. I am your submissive, and I trust you.” Her eyes came up to mine. “I’ve taken advantage of you, and that was wrong.” Her face was wet with tears. “Whatever you decide, I will accept and do.” 

It was settled then. I scanned the room and looked at each person gathered there. I wondered how many had seen Mary Beth naked. I looked down as I realized that sudden assault on Slut had dropped her dress to the floor, leaving her in only the light blue thong. She seemed oblivious to the fact that she was all but naked. 

“Stand, MB.” 

As the perfect submissive she wanted to be stood gracefully, I watched the eyes of the other Doms as they took in every curve of body. I placed a finger in the eye of her collar and made her follow me to the closest Dom there. I placed her inches away from her. Yes, it just happened to be Mistress Roberta. “Do you still trust me, MB?” 

“Yes, Master.” I could tell she was starting to get excited again as the raven haired Mistress openly and wantonly took in the sight before her. “Now, more than ever, Sir.” 

“We’ll see, we’ll see,” was my only reply. Roberta chuckled under her breath. 

I looked at the Mistress as I spoke to the submissive. “You will walk up to each Dominant, turn around once, slowly, then count to ten slowly. They may, if they choose, touch you.” I spoke a little louder so everyone could hear, “There will be no poking or prodding. Strokes and fondling are okay. Mary Beth will touch no one and talk to no one. After that MB will go to the next, and repeat the instructions until she is right here again. MB, you will not have an orgasm during this, no matter what they do. Angelique will be the judge to see you do this correctly. When you have completed that task, stand in the middle of the dance floor, do you agree?” 

Mary Beth was looking at the Mistress, and I could see the desire and embarrassment returning to my submissive. It was almost as if a switch had been thrown. When she took a deep breath to reply, we both saw her shake as her breasts rose higher on her chest. Her nipples were growing in anticipation. “I agree, Sir." 

I looked at the Mistress as she looked at me. She wasn’t in much better shape than Mary Beth. I could see the sheen of perspiration on her arms and upper lip as she watched MB’s beautiful breasts rise and fall. I took one step back, and said, “Begin.” 

I watched Mary Beth as she started her slow twirl in front of this woman. I knew Roberta lusted after Max’s wife, but there was something in the way MB turned that made the alarm go off in my head. Mary Beth wanted to serve her. Everyone watched as she completed her twirl and stood there. I looked at Mistress Roberta just standing there not doing anything. She literally had the deer-in-the-headlights look. 

I stepped behind MB, and placed my hands on her waist. It felt warm to the touch, but I could feel her jump at my touch. My hands lifted up until they were nestled under her breasts. I pushed her closer till there was less than a foot between them. I looked past Mary Beth at the Mistress. “The count has begun, Mistress, now or never.” You are counting aren’t you, subbie?” 

“One.” 

Now wasn’t this something, I mused. She should have been on six or seven by now. The Mistress placed her hands below mine and, as I removed mine, she found that soft crease where Mary Beth's breasts rested. I waited for "two", but it didn’t come. I looked at Roberta and shook my head. “Did you know she is a bank manager? She’s really good with numbers, most of the time. I waited for something to come out of the Domme's mouth, but all I got was her licking her lips as her fingers danced over the top of Mary Beths’ breasts. 

For Mary Beth’s part, I was wondering when she was going to exhale. Her body was stretching and turning to the other woman’s touch. I knew she was climbing that hill to completion, but I still hadn’t heard a "two", and to be honest nobody was complaining about the slow count. I, along with all the others were watching the closest thing to sex without doing the actual act and it was affecting everyone, not just me. 

Finally I had to say something. “TWO,” I said in Mary Beths ear. She didn’t hear me as Roberta stepped closer and slid one hand between her legs. Suddenly Mary Beths world dissolved as the Domme's hand grazed her mound and a finger traced the inside of her thighs. I knew then I should have saved Roberta for last. “Three,” I said. As the Mistress’ hands came around her lower back, Mary Beth was about to overload from the sensations assaulting her. “Three...four...don’t you dare cum, Mary Beth,” I hissed in her ear. That’s your Master's job. ...five. Roberta looked at me and nodded. “Six...I really hate doing your job, MB. What would your Husband say about all of this?” You could tell that caused her to back down some. Not much, but enough that her pending orgasm was delayed. ”Seven,” she finally said. Roberta still had that look that wanted to devour Mary Beth whole, but I think she understood. “Eight,” MB said. Now Roberta had both of her hands cupping her ass. “Nine.” It seemed that everything she did was a turn on for Mary Beth. “Ten.” 

Slowly, and with an obvious desire for it to continue, Roberta stepped back and looked at me. “Thank you for such a wonderful time.” Slowly, MB turned and moved on to the next person. 

The raven haired beauty looked around the dance floor and smiled, “This little task you gave Mary Beth might take a while. Care to sit down?” 

I looked over where she was just finishing her little twirl in front of a Dom I’d never seen before. The look in his eyes was one that I would of had if a almost nude woman spun and stood before me. There was amusement, horniness, and desire for one chance to touch someone who wasn’t yours. What was missing was the naked lust that Roberta had shown. I knew my little stunt would be a subject for future discussions at Angelique’s for months to come. I had to smile as I thought that what I was doing was something that Dominants probably didn’t do, and that would be fodder for evening dinners as well. 

I sat across from this woman and looked at her. I wondered what her story was. It seemed like everyone here did. The recognition and obvious mutual desire between Mary Beth and the female Dominant just didn’t happen tonight. I had to smile about something I learned living with Jennifer all these years. When in doubt go for the obvious. 

I looked at her and noticed where her gaze was going. I purposely sat with my back to the dance floor. That meant Roberta had a view of the action on the dance floor over my shoulder. “She is beautiful,” I said. It fell on deaf ears as she watched every touch the Doms gave MB, and her expressions. “You know,” I said off handedly, “she’s really a guy.” All that brought was a mumbled agreement. She hadn’t heard a word I said. 

Fun was fun, but there was something I needed to know from her. As lost as she was, looking at Mary Beth, I put my hand on top of hers, and that startled her. She looked at my hand and a scowl flashed across her face. When she realized it was me, it softened, but still she slid it from under mine. 

It was time to lighten the mood, some. “I guess this means dating is out?” 

Now she wondered how clueless I really was. Still she wasn’t angry, just patient with a slightly retarded child. “In case you haven’t guessed, I don’t do men, ever. If you want to stick your dick in something then you can have Slut. She likes a real cock now and then and, to tell you the truth, it’s been a while for her.” 

I looked at the woman with black hair and shook my head as I smiled at her. “First off, Roberta, I know you’re a lesbian, and to be honest I don’t really care. It’s your thing and more power to you. This has been a great sit down, as my dad used to say.” That got a quizzical look from her as her eyes went back to Mary Beth. 

“How is she doing?” 

That broke her stare, and brought her attention back to me. “She’s on number five. Her legs are a little shaky, but she still has about fifteen to go.” Her eyes lit up with something bordering on amusement. “You know, as Doms go, novice or not, you do have your moments. You fulfill her biggest fantasy as punishment, and then tell her if she has an orgasm Max won’t be allowed back in here. Some might call that torture.” 

“What do you call it?” I was really starting to like her. 

She pursed her lips, and for all the world I wanted to stick my dick between them. Finally she said, “Innovative.” 

“So, tell me, what kind of innovation did you have planned for her in Wilmington?” I said it so casually that she almost missed it. That is till she heard the word Wilmington. Talking to Roberta was a lot of fun. It was almost like talking to one of the boys, except the guys I knew didn’t have breasts. 

Suddenly, the look changed. She was wary now. “How do you know about that?” 

“Mary Beth told me about a female Domme she saw in a restaurant that she was considering subbing to when Tom hit on her. I think she would have preferred you, but he charmed her away. As far as how I knew, it was in your eyes. You love her.” I leaned back and looked over my shoulder. MB was about half way through with her task, and she didn’t look very good. There was another female Dom touching her now and doing a very good job. I saw Angelique not to far away, watching and making sure the rules were followed. 

I looked back at Roberta as she slumped in her chair. She was looking at me, but she had her mind somewhere else. Finally, she came back to the here and now. “It was better the way it happened. Max told me where she was staying, and I went to that same restaurant three nights in a row waiting. I was supposed to just take her in for a while so Max could ditch the bimbo. The problem was, when she came in that night, I was in fucking love. She looked so innocent and needy, and I just knew I could give her the world, forever.” Now, she looked at me very hard. “Max is her true Master. He’s the one she’ll love till she dies. If there’s anyone after him they’ll be good, kind, nice, sweet and give her the world, but won’t hold a candle to him on his worst day.” 

I had to interrupt her. This was more than I wanted to know. “I know, Roberta. I’ve known them since High School.” 

She smiled, “It doesn’t make any difference how long you’ve known them. It’s how long you’ve known Master Max and his submissive, Mary Beth. I know she wants you to fuck her, but don’t,” she warned. She looked for a reaction, but when she didn’t get one she continued. “It would screw up her world.” She looked over my shoulder. “Just like if I would have, if I had claimed her in Wilmington. Looks like she has two to go. I think she’s going to make it.” I turned around to see what Roberta was seeing, but that didn’t stop her from commenting about it. “Look how she has her hands all over her legs and thighs. She’s trying really hard not to cum.” 

Now I felt her hand on mine. I looked down at her hand clutching mine. “If you want, you can fuck Slut. Just make her scream, she hasn’t had a real dick in a while. I know she’d love it. If you do, make sure she doesn’t lose any of it.” I saw her smile at the thought. “It’s sort of my thing, you know?” 

“Sure,” I replied. I could of asked if she was serious about sharing her sub, or something like that, but I was too damn horny to pass up the offer. 

We both got up as the last Dom finished with Mary Beth. We both walked to the center of the dance floor and looked at my submissive. She was trembling with pent up desire. She looked at me the whole way over. As I stood in front of her, I felt, rather than saw, Roberta on one side and Angelique on the other. 

Angelique was the first one to say something. “What are we going to do now, Gene? That wasn’t the punishment you suggested. Ready to call it quits?” 

I saw confusion mixed with fear in Mary Beth's eyes. I could smell her arousal as she stood there. Ever so slowly, I reached down between us. She involuntarily closed her eyes. 

“Keep your eyes on me, MB,” I told her. 

“Yes, Gene. I’m sorry, Sir. I...” The apology was cut short as my hand cupped the scrap of blue cloth between her legs. Even though most couldn’t see what I was doing, the gasp and moans coming from Mary Beth left no doubt what was happening to everyone gathered. 

I gently squeezed her vagina, and once again was rewarded with another palm full of girl juice. “Remember, Mary Beth you cum without permission and Jacob gets you. You give me your safe word, and you and Max are out.” I squeezed one more time and pulled my hand away. I raised it towards Roberta. “Care for a taste?” 

Mary Beth moaned as she realized her secret was out. Roberta looked at me, and reached for her own submissive and pulled her towards us. The Domme pulled her close as she grabbed my hand. I watched in amazement as she rubbed MB’s juices all over Slut’s face. The assembled crowd looked on, in amazement as Roberta started to lick Mary Beth’s secretions off of her subs face. After about a minute she turned back to Mary Beth and me, “Very nice and sweet, like I always thought it would be.”  

“Eve?” I looked over towards Mary Beth's friend. I wondered if she thought she’d been forgotten. 

She didn’t look too good herself as she said, “Sir?” 

“Time to begin.” 

“Yes, Sir.” With that she took one step back and nodded towards the band. I looked at them standing there and smiled back at Eve. The confusion on her face was easy to explain. She had given them the signal to start playing, but they were overwhelmed by what Mary Beth had done. I knew they had forgotten the cue. Before she started over to let them now would be a good time, the leader of the trio started in. I had told Eve to have the group play three slow songs, Elvis preferably. 

I jerked my head up at what they played first. I looked into the eyes of a smiling Eve. She shrugged, and when I tried to scowl at her, it had no effect. Well, it did in one thing. Mary Beth’s best friend crossed her arms and lifted the top, covering her, over her head. She challenged me with a stare as she pressed into MB’s back. 

“Love me tender, 
love me sweet,” the words floated through my head. 

Mary Beth moaned as she felt the warm soft flesh press into her back. I could see her knees start to buckle as everything started to overwhelm her. I put my hands around Mary Beth’s back and was rewarded with my fingers holding onto Jane/Eve. 

“Care to dance?” 

All she could do was nod was nod as her arms went around my neck. I felt her breasts crushed against my chest. As I led them to the beat I could feel her heat as the side of her head rested against my chest. Every time Eve would take a miss-step behind her it would drive Mary Beths’ vagina into me and she would gasp.
 
“never let me go. 
You have made my life complete,” 

I felt her sigh, and I looked to Eve but she had her eyes closed as she tried to follow my lead 

“and I love you so.” 

I think it was towards the end of the song when Mary Beth finally spoke. “Master? Gene? We’re not going to have sex, are we?” 

Now I saw Eve open her eyes, questioning my unspoken answer. “No, we’re not.” 

Her voice was even and tender as she said, “You need someone.” I felt Max’s wife shudder as she was pressed into me again. “I can feel you. You need someone. I don’t care about me but this hasn’t worked out the way I hoped it would for you.” 

I looked down at her, then at Eve. She was silently watching us, as well as the others around us, as she made sure her friend was pressed into me. Eve and I had a little staring contest going and I thought, it was time for her to blink. “I found someone,” I whispered, still staring at Eve and she blinked. 

Mary Beth looked up at me and saw me looking at her friend. I knew what she was going to say, even before she said it. “Sir, please don’t. She’s a collared submissive.” Mary Beth faltered as everything that had happened to her continued to build inside of her. “You can’t, not now.” 

With a low voice I said, “Slut.” 

I’m still not really sure who they thought I was talking about, but the one I was actually talking to did. I could almost feel the energy coming off of her as she stood beside me. “Sir?” I quickly looked down and saw actual joy on her face. 

“I looked at Eve, and she almost looked disappointed. Mary Beth, for her part, put her head back on my chest as we continued to dance. “Your Mistress has talked to you?” 

“Yes, Sir.” 

“Your safe word is Mercy?” 

“Yes, Sir.” 

“Take Eve's place. We’ll talk, later. I wanted to see what kind of reaction I would get to the last part from her, and I did. She looked at me with a questioning glance before taking Eves place. Talking was the last thing she wanted to do. She must have thought it was the uniform of the day, as she stripped down to a pair of red silk panties and took Eves place. 

As Eve moved to my side I saw fire in her eyes. “Can I do anything else for you, Sir?” 

She looked totally eatable as she stood there. Without her top on her breasts jiggled and danced with nervous energy as she looked at me, waiting for a response. Her reaction to being naked from the waist up didn’t seem to bother her, like it did for her friend. I really wanted to tell her to kneel and suck me off but the big head took charge, for once. “Return to Adam and tell him I’d like an invitation.” 

Now the smile was one of pure joy. “Thank you, Gene. Front row, Dominant side of the aisle, or submissive?” She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, “Definitely Dom.” Without another word, she walked back to her Master, lover and future husband. I wondered when she’d realize that her top was still on the dance floor, or if she really cared. 

As the three of us danced together through the second song I could feel Mary Beth getting heavier. Her arms before were just around my neck. Now they were supporting her weight as her legs were weakening. The little Slut was doing a good job of making sure MB got no relief from the growing ache between her legs. Unfortunately, all that contact and rubbing was causing a strain and ache of my own. 

I saw, out of the corner of my eye, Angelique watching every move. I wondered if she was going to call an end to this and give her over to Jacob. I prayed that it would never happen. That was too high a price to pay, for Mary Beth's actions. 

I could feel the warm body pressed into mine shaking and gyrating as the feeling continued to simmer in her. I doubted she would last through another song. The dampness of her skin was causing me to loose my grip on her. If I lost my grip I knew she would fall, she just didn’t have the strength to stand on her own. She was oblivious to everything except the heat between her legs and the tightness in her stomach. 

She didn’t notice those friends around her, watching every move, absorbing the lust we were giving off. I, on the other hand, noticed some of the more, how should I put this, active audience. One female submissive was stroking her Dom through his pants. The fact that he was wearing very loose boxers, or none at all, was evident. The general temperature of the room had gone up at least twenty degrees. 

I heard the trio start up for the final tune, and wondered if this was going to be another Elvis song. Somewhere in my addled brain, I thanked Eve for getting the band to play songs that I’d known forever. That is, until I recognized the tune. It was, originally, faster than the first ones, and not really a slow dance number. Angelique's little group tried to slow it down. Then the unthinkable happened. Well unthinkable to me. The guy on the keyboard sang it. 

“It was a night oo-oo what a night 
It was it really was such a night 
The moon was bright oh how so bright” 

I’d actually tried to sing along with this song, once. It was to Alice years ago but he was doing a better job. 

“It was it really was such a night 
The night was alight with stars above 
Oo-oo when she kissed me” 

Damn it, not now, I thought, but the words were clearer than that Memphis drawl I was used to. 

Through the whole song the three of us swayed together. I wondered, briefly, if I could borrow Jacob's whip and use it on Eve for picking this song as the last one. I just knew that we were going to get to the last verse. 

Slut kept the pressure up, not giving MB any respite or any satisfaction. I didn’t know if Mary Beth was listening to the words, but I just knew that Eve had picked this song for me not her friend. 

“Yes she's gone, gone, gone 
Came the dawn, dawn, dawn” 

It hurt inside 

“And my love was gone 
But before that dawn 
Yes before that dawn and before that dawn 
Oo-oo, oo-oo, oo-oo, oo-oo, oo-oo 
Such a night” 

The music had stopped, and so had we. Still, the three of us held on to each other, not wanting to let go. I looked across Mary Beth and saw Slut's head pressed against her back. She was swaying to her own music. I didn’t want to break the spell it had cast here, or among the others around us. 

I looked up and saw Angelique looking at us. She didn’t say a word. In fact there was an eerie silence in the room. Even Jacob was just staring, as the submissive, Mary Beth had attacked, knelt at his side, watching. 

“Position, MB,” I told her, as gently as I could. Slut helped her to her knees, and then knelt beside her. Mary Beth's damp eyes were on me, and Slut's were looking at the floor. Here were two very different women waiting for whatever was next. Different in age, maturity, attitude and looks, but inside they were the same. Strong women who enjoyed whatever life handed them, whose feelings wouldn’t be hurt anymore if the world tripped them up, or knocked them down. Women who loved those they were committed to with a love that an outsider would never understand. I smiled as the word vanilla crossed my mind. I loved vanilla ice cream, but after tonight would I ever want it again? 

“Well done, Gene.” Angelique broke into my thoughts. I loved the way she spoke her second language. There was just enough of an accent to remind the listener she was from across the ocean. “It was acceptable as punishment. In fact, after tonight, I doubt Mary Beth will be able to look any of us in the eye without remembering tonight. It was very effective.” I looked over to Jacob to see if he was going to protest, but he just stood there. Angelique looked at me, knowing what was going through my head. “Don’t worry Gene. It’s like Jacob said, My house, my rules. I know he doesn’t understand, but sometimes what subs really want is something that will really scare the hell out of them.” 

I looked at her and nodded, “I guess it’s time for us to go, then.” I looked down at the two women at my feet. 

“You mean it’s time for you to go. You’re the Dominant, they go where you go, unless you tell them different.” She seemed to be warming up to the idea of us going. “Besides, Edward is waiting with the car outside. Mary Beth is in no condition to walk out by herself and her dress is ruined. Abe will get her something to wear and carry her out to the car.” The little gray haired lady looked at Slut. “Are you going as well, girl?” 

She looked at the older woman and never hesitated. “Yes Mistress, my Mistress gave me to Master Gene to ...relieve his pressure, Mistress.” 

That brought a round of chuckles from those who were still around us. There was no embarrassment on Slut's face as Angelique looked at us both. “I know you will do an excellent job of it.” Angelique looked at Roberta, and shook her head as they smiled at each other. “You know, Roberta, you should really try it from the source, just once.” The woman chided her, “Lesbian or not, there is a unique flavor to untainted sperm.” 

I guess they'd had this conversation before, because Roberta had her answer ready. “You don’t have to have an orange tree to drink orange juice, Grandmother. I hear they’re too much trouble to get them to grow right. Men are the same way.” She smiled at me, “No offense.” I just shrugged as the girl just knelt there, seemingly ignoring all of this. “Besides, my Slut brings a unique flavor to it,” She pointed out to Angelique 

I just couldn’t take this anymore. “I’m sure comparing the taste is a whole bunch of fun for you, but I do have to get Mary Beth home.” 

Suddenly, Angelique was back to business. “Of course, it’s just that I don’t get to have this much fun every day.” 

I wanted to ask her definition of fun, but Abe came up and wrapped a rather nice quilt around Mary Beth. He picked her up in her arms without any effort at all, and then he looked at me. “I’ll put her in the car, and wait with her till you’re ready, Sir.” As he took her out to the car, I noticed that Mary Beth didn’t even have the strength to hold on. 

I looked down at the woman still kneeling there. “It’s time I got dressed, Slut.” 

As soon as I said it, she got up and stood behind me. I could feel her arms as she put my shirt back on. The cool cotton touching my skin contrasted nicely as the warmth of her body created a warm spot in the middle of my back. As she came around to refasten the buttons, she glanced my way. I knew that look from just about every woman I’d ever known. Curiosity wasn’t reserved for cats. The unasked questions that would bother her while we were together. I knew it wasn’t in her, as a submissive, to ask, and her training went against her nature. 

“Go ahead, ask.” 

Her eyes darted up to mine. It was an order, not a question, and that threw her for a minute. As she straightened my collar, she finally said, “What is your submissive like?” 

Now I faltered as I tried to collect my thoughts. What was Agnes like? What was she really like? I’d actually known her for only a few weeks, and our being together was counted in hours. I knew the effect she had on me, and that confused me even more. I had said early on that I loved her and, with everything that had happened, I still did. Then again, she had disrupted my life and my home. I thought about the questions that Jennifer had thrown at me after the scene at the airport. That was something I really wanted to avoid the next time we were together. 

I looked down at this young woman, and realized what Mary Beth tried to teach me. Honesty may be the best policy, but it could be brutal as hell. Their separation, Tom, and their life now, everything had a purpose. Even little Slut had a purpose. “She’s a pain in the ass,” I said. 

I expected her to look at me like some ogre. Instead she smiled. “Those are the ones worth keeping”, she said as she flattened some imaginary wrinkle. “Is she beautiful?” She shook her head. The way she did it made me smile. It made her look like a little girl. “Of course she is,” she said, as she answered her own question. “She’s probably even a blond.” 

I heard Roberta’s stern voice behind me. “You talk too much Slut. He wanted you to dress him, not play twenty questions.” I looked over at the dark haired Mistress, and saw a twinkle in her eye that didn’t match the tone of her voice. “Tuck that shirt in properly.” The woman in front of me went back to her work with renewed enthusiasm. As she bent down to get my jacket, Roberta stopped her. “Damn it slut, I said dress him, properly. Don’t you ever dress your husband?” I didn’t know who was more surprised at that remark, Slut or me. She seemed to stop, hoping that nothing more was going to be said. All I could think of was that she was married, but she was here with Roberta? I didn’t see a ring on her finger, so I thought... Well, another assumption blown all to hell. 

I was going to ask what was going on, when something more important came up, literally. I felt her fingers unbuckling my belt. She was close enough that the few patrons still lining the dance floor couldn’t see all that well, but the rasping zip, as my fly was opened, was unmistakable. I was so preoccupied with Slut tucking in the tail of my shirt that I didn’t notice anyone else. Her small hands pushed down inside my pants, smoothing the material. Her eyes were down looking at the gap. More than once, her fingers trailed lower than was necessary as they stroked my erection through my black silk boxers. Finally, her desire broke through her training as she pushed her hand down inside my pants grasping the head of my cock pushing against the material. 

We moaned together as she lightly squeezed me. I was all set to ejaculate in her grasp when the voice of God, or should I say Goddess, broke in. “God damn it, Slut, don’t you dare make him shoot now, If I don’t get what I want you're going to be one very sorry cunt.” 

Her hand froze where it was. I could tell she wanted to continue, but her training and the connection she had with her Mistress were battling with her desire. Me? I never wanted to get off so bad in all my life. All night I had my head filled with images and words that kept me aroused. I glanced at Roberta who was looking at her sub's arm as it snaked down inside my pants. I reached down, grabbed her arm, and slowly pulled it out. “Listen to your Mistress, Jean.” Her eyes came up as I whispered her real name. “If I cum now, you’ll have two very pissed off Doms to worry about.” That opened her eyes as she looked to me and then Roberta. “Besides, she gave me your pussy, and I really want it bad.” She closed her eyes as she fumbled for the zipper. She finally pulled it up and buckled the belt. 

I took the tie from her hand and put it in my jacket pocket as she draped my dinner jacket over my shoulders. I watched as she pulled her dress over her head. Naked or dressed, she looked very cute standing there. I glanced at Roberta, “I’ll be sure to have her home at a reasonable hour.” 

“Edward will return her here.” I loved the look in her eyes as she smiled at me. “Enjoy, I know I will.” 

She said it so quickly that it really didn’t register. By the time I realized what she’d said, she and Angelique were walking away. I looked at Slut as she was finishing slipping on her dress. For the zillionth time I wondered if it was them, or this place that made every woman so beautiful. I was going to tell Slut to follow, but remembered Angelique’s words. I started for the door, and was gratified to hear the tapping of her heels on the hardwood floor. 

The car was waiting at the front door. Then Edward opened it and Abe came out. I looked up into the black sky, “Get in and sit next to Mary Beth.” 

Yes, Gene,” was all I heard as I watched Slut step into the Limo. She was incredible. Here was a woman with no hang-ups that I could see. Roberta had given her the perfect name. As she bent down, I saw one of the most perfect asses I’d ever had the privilege to view. 

My gaze was broken as Abe stood in front of me, and he didn’t look happy. “She’s asleep.” He didn’t have to say who. “I’ve carried more than one sub to their cars, but that was after they were really punished, if you know what that means.” He gave me a look that made my blood cold. “Don’t kid yourself, that thing with Jacob was a close thing. Under normal conditions, he would have whipped Mary Beth.” 

Suddenly, I realized how close it had been. “I thought Angelique didn’t allow such things in her place?” 

Even with the grim smile on his face, his eyes were dark. “Don’t fool yourself. She may hate the whip and crop, but even she believes it’s necessary in some cases. There is a room in the back for that sort of thing. It’s sound proof.” His gaze lightened, “Besides, for some reason she likes you.” 

“Thanks for telling me.” With everything else that had gone on this, made my head swim. 

“One other thing,” he said as he gripped my arm and nodded towards the car. “She’s been asking for Max in her sleep. She needs her Master.” With that, he put an envelope in my hand and walked back into Angelique's’. 

I crawled into the back of the car, and sat facing the two women. Slut was holding Mary Beth, and trying to comfort her. For MB’s part, she was drifting in and out of sleep. I really wasn’t sure if Mary Beth knew where she was. Slut looked at me wondering if what she hoped for was what was next. “She’s really out of it, Sir. I can almost feel her body humming.” I started to feel a little guilty about what I’d put Max’s wife through, but Abe's words came back to me, There is a room in the back for that sort of thing. It’s sound proof.I had to stop second guessing myself, I knew I’d done the right thing. 

I could feel Edward pulling away as I looked at Slut holding Mary Beth. It was time. “Make her comfortable and sit here,” I told her as I patted the leather seat next to me. 

Jean/Slut laid Mary Beth's head against the padded corner of the seat, and sat next to me. She looked young and innocent sitting there, waiting. I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her. It wasn’t overpowering, or shy, but I could feel her flinch as I did it a second time. I stroked her face with one hand as I slid a finger under the choker that Roberta had collared her with. Slowly, almost subconsciously, she started to respond to my touches. I lowered my hand from her face to her chest. I swept aside the thin straps that held up her dress. My lips followed my hands as I kissed her shoulder. I brought my face into that wonderful, soft, warm, spot on her neck, and breathed in. I kissed that place as I took in the smell of her exertions tonight. She was still warm from holding Mary Beth, and I thought I could smell MB’s scent on her. 

Jane/Slut, for her part, gave me free access. She did nothing to encourage me or deny me access to her body. As I gently nipped at her shoulder, I felt her slowly respond. She moaned, and I felt a small shake of her body. Even quicker, I felt her defenses go up. Suddenly she pulled away. “Wait,” she said. 

Wait? What in the hell was this? I was just getting going and she says, wait? What kind of submissive was she anyway? I looked at her as she backed away, looking into my eyes. “What in the hell did you just say, Slut?” 

Now, she looked unsure. The joy and excitement that covered her face all evening was now gone. Apprehension now filled it. “Mistress said you were supposed to fuck me not this. I,I,I...” she started stuttering, “...Foreplay isn’t necessary, Sir. Just fuck me like the others do.” 

I reached out quickly and she instinctively flinched from the blow that never came. I put my hand under her head and pulled a little. I was rewarded with her coming to me, almost effortlessly. She reminded me so much of Agnes. Wanting to please, dying to please, and set in her ways. 

“How long have you subbed to Roberta,” I asked? 

“Fourteen months, Sir.” I could tell she was on firmer ground now. A Dom was asking a direct question. One she could, one she wanted to, answer.” 

“My name is Gene, not Sir.” 

“Fourteen months, Gene.” 

I didn’t want to hurt her feelings but I had to ask. “How many men have you serviced for your Mistress?” 

I saw a small smile on her face. “About a dozen, Gene.” She seemed almost proud that twelve anonymous men had filled her with their sperm. 

I tilted my head back and looked at her. “And you never had an orgasm from any of them?” I thought I knew the answer, but I wanted her to say it.

“Well maybe a little.” 

Now I was confused, again. Was a little orgasm like a little pregnant? “How little?” I asked. 

She hesitated wondering how she was going to answer. I would have used the Richter Scale but that was me. Instead of explaining she held her thumb and forefinger apart about and inch. 

“And your Mistress?” 

Now her smile was genuine as both hands came up about a foot apart. “This much, Gene.” 

Now that she had overcome her fear, doubt or whatever it was, it was time to get back to business. “Your Mistress gave you to me, and I will do as she requested. She didn’t tell me how I was to do it, do you understand?” 

“Yes, Gene, I understand.” Now, she looked like someone had kicked her puppy. “I’m sorry I stopped you, but I was confused by the orgasm you gave me.” 

I tried to give her my kindest look, even though one strap was all that was holding up her dress. That one wasn’t holding up too well. The exposed nipple was hard and looked good enough to eat. If she thought a little petting was an orgasm, I planned on rocking her world before the Limo stopped. “Come here, Slut, I haven’t even started.” 

She slid back into my arms and placed my hand on her inviting breast. I kissed again the soft spot between her neck and shoulder. I took her nipple in my finger tips and squeezed and twisted, just a little. That brought a little moan from her perfect lips. As I continued running my hand down her stomach, I stopped to play with her belly button. I guess it was a ticklish spot, because she started to squirm. That is, until I fastened my lips around her turgid nipple. Her body froze as I took it in my teeth and worried it. 

“Oh God!’ She moaned. As her hands came up and clenched my head. She pressed with all her might as her butt came off the seat. I bit harder and ground my teeth together. This only drove her higher off the seat. When she started whimpering and shaking, I wondered what the others did to cause so little response, and if this was a normal reaction for her. 

One hand left my head as the other went between us. She grasped my wrist as she tried to push it between her legs. I resisted. “Please Ma...Gene, touch me. I want to feel you inside of me.” I bit harder and she shook again as her moaning and whimpering got louder. “Please, anything, anything at all. I’m begging, please? It’s so good.” Slut was having a hard time talking because it sounded like she forgot how to breathe. Anything, anything....I’ll... do...oh Jesus!” 

Suddenly her whole body went rigid as she screamed. The high pitched wail went through me and straight to my crotch. I avoided shooting off in my trousers only by chance. She had a death grip on my hands as her body shook. She was remarkable in her response to this playing around. I wondered if this was what she considered an inch or a foot. Slowly she came down, but now even my breath on her neck made her quiver and moan. 

I had to do it now, before it was too late. I lifted her away from me as she looked in my eyes and it stopped me cold. I saw Agnes in them. What I thought of as subservience was unending devotion. I saw it on Agnes’ face the very first time she came to the house. As we talked before going to bed and spooning it was that look and feeling I didn’t understand. It was more powerful than an ordinary love. It was the desire to do it right, no matter what it may be. “Kneel on the seat, Jean.” 

Slowly she turned around on the seat and knelt there. I wondered if she’d done the deed, for her Mistress, in this limo before. She raised herself up so I could have better access between her legs. The red beaded dress was short enough that it rode up over her bottom exposing her naked ass. I thought that as very thoughtful of her, as my fingertips lightly stoked the sparse pubic hair covering her vagina. She moaned again as she lifted herself higher wanting more contact. I knelt on the floor behind her. 

Just touching her was a different kind of experience for me. She was very wet to the touch. The soft hair between her legs glistened with moisture. Every place I touched elicited a response. She was so different from any woman I’d ever known that I started to wonder if she was on drugs or something. I watched as my hands got to know her body. My fingers opened her up by tracing both edges of her outer lips from her clitoral hood to her sphincter. She gasped as my middle finger slip into her, teasing her further. As my fingers met again at her rosebud she lunged forward against the back of the seat. I watched as Slut bit into the back of the leather seat to muffle the scream as she released yet again. 

I cupped her sex with one hand as I undid my belt and lowered my pants. She must have heard them hit the floor of the car as she turned her head towards me. The look was one of pure lust. As I my cock came into view I could hear her gasp. 

“What is it, Slut?” I asked, as I knew I’d get what I had wanted all night. I grasped myself and felt her wetness on my hand as it touched my hard cock. “Too big?” 

She looked at me with her big brown eyes. “It looks angry Sir.” There was a quality to her voice that was drawing me closer to her. 

I looked down, and it did look angry. The shaft had darkened as blood filled the hardness. The circumcised head was as large as I’d ever seen it, and the deep purple coloring, almost black, added to the evil appearance. I smiled back at her, but it wasn’t a pleasant one. “You’d be angry too if you’ve been ready all night, only to be frustrated again and again. Now Mr. …” Change gears, fool,I thought. “Now I’m going to give him what he’s wanted all night.” 

Slut looked at me and then down at Mr. Happy. He didn’t look as dark red as a few moments ago, but he was as hard as ever. She looked up at me and her eyes were a little unfocused. “My Mistress gave me to you so I can serve you.” Slut stopped for a moment as if she was afraid to finish her thought. “Even if she hadn’t, I would gladly serve you.” She turned facing the rear window, and placed her head on the top of the seat. 

I got behind her and lubricated myself with my saliva. I didn’t want to play around too much. Not because I didn’t want to tease her a little, but I wasn’t sure I’d be able to hold back and give her the fucking she deserved. I slid forward and felt the head slide down along her opening, instead of going in like I wanted, As I hit the top of her vagina slut grunted, like someone had hit her in the stomach, and started to slide down a little on me. I grabbed her hips and tried to control her movements. I didn’t want her to move and risk falling all of the way. I didn’t know if I had enough control to do this a second time. “Stop it, damn it!” It’s gonna fall out.” 

Instead of stopping, she rolled her hips just a little, and I felt myself slide into the moist opening. Our moans combined as we both enjoyed the feeling. The velvet wetness of her vagina resisted just enough to mold herself around me. I knew time was short. Soon I’d be shooting ropes of cum deep inside of her, if I could just last that long. 

I managed to bend forward, against her back as she waited. I could feel the softness of her dress against my stomach and chest. My hands moved up to cover her breasts as she hissed her approval. I leaned a little closer. I had the compulsion for her to do something for me. I wanted her to do something that was beyond anything I’d ever said to a woman before. “Fuck me, Slut.” I could feel her head come up off of the back seat of the car as she listened. “Fuck me so deep into your cunt that it’ll hurt.” I could feel her hips move back a little. “I want to feel myself letting go in your womb. I want it so deep that Roberta will have to suck you inside out to get to it.” 

The woman under me jerked at my words as she drove herself on me with renewed energy. I wondered how far I could take her before I emptied myself in her. I was lost in the pleasure of the moment. I felt my groin touching the round, smooth flesh of her buttocks. She drove me into her. I felt her trying to squeeze me tighter to get and give more pleasure but her rising desire was consuming her. Slut’s voice got higher and higher as she got closer to her own orgasm. She started to loose her control and her pushing herself on me became erratic. She settled down as she pressed her butt against my pubic hair and started to fuck me with short strokes. 

I grabbed her hips and pulled her tight against me. I heard her groan as I started to cum, as deep as possible, inside of her. It seemed to take an eternity from the time I felt the tingling between my legs and Sluts’ vagina soaked up every drop that I released into her. The groaning transformed itself into a high pitched wail as she felt me jerking the last bit into her sucking cunt. 

As the fires inside of me started to bank, I stroked her back as I caught my breath. I was dripping wet. The sweat had nowhere to go inside of my tuxedo as I knelt over Roberta’s submissive. I could feel rivulets of water running down my legs, and my new shirt stuck to my body. I wondered what had happened to the air conditioning when I finally lifted my head and a cool blast of air hit me in the face. The shock forced me back a little, and I felt myself sliding out of her. 

Jean/Slut felt it, and gave a little whimper as she tried to hold it with her vaginal muscles. That, unfortunately, caused me to fall out faster as I continued to shrink inside of her. I finally came all the way out. I stood in the cramped quarters of the car just long enough to realize that my knees and legs had had more exercise in those few minutes than in the past week. I flopped into the seat beside Slut, and any thought of breathing normally was stolen from me in a very unusual way. I looked over to where Mary Beth was propped up and sleeping. 

Only she wasn’t sleeping. 

I looked at her staring in our general direction. I couldn’t really say she was looking at us because Mary Beth’s eyes didn’t move. It was fixed on Slut’s back, where her dress was still around her waist. The moisture I had trapped inside my suit was nothing compared to the sweat that was rolling off of her back. The rapid rise and fall of her body as she continued to breath hard were the only motions or sounds in the car. 

Mary Beth was silent as looked at her. It was her arm that drew my attention. Her arm was slowly rising and falling inside of the folds of the quilt. The upper portion of her arm was the only thing that was exposed, except for her head and her feet. I wondered for a moment what happened to her shoes. The look on her face told me she was masturbating in the folds of that warm quilt. I felt something stir, not only beside me, as Slut turned around but once again, but between my legs. 

I wondered what was happening to me. Even with Agnes It took time to even start to get an erection. Now here I was getting hard again. Not rock hard, but enough that Slut looked down and whispered, “She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” 

“Don’t go there, Slut,” I growled back at her. She knew Mary Beth was off limits. 

Thankfully, she understood my meaning. “I envy what she and Max have. They see each other everyday and enjoy each other.” 

I watched MB slowly stroking herself as she stared at something she could only see with her mind. “She’s thinking about him, you know?” As I said it, I looked down as Jean/Slut was slowly inserting something into her vagina. Her eyes were closed as the pink plastic disappeared into her. She wasn’t being much help in trying to keep my hardening cock down. “What’s that?” 

She looked up and turned as red as her dress. It reminded me of someone getting caught doing something they shouldn’t. Finally as she slid her panties on she said. “That’s so nothing leaks out, she said as a matter of fact. “Mistress would get upset if I lost any.” 

We both turned to Mary Beth as she let out a little moan. 

“She is beautiful,” I confirmed. 

“Go to her, Gene.” 

I looked down at Jean. Since when did a sub order a Dom to do something? There was a glow coming from her as the car rolled back to the house. It wasn’t just the quick sex and thunderous orgasm we just had. It wasn’t even knowing she had done what her Mistress had told her to do, and her night was going to end with my sperm under Roberta’s tongue. It was that she was happy and content to be who she was. She didn’t have to worry if what she was doing was right or wrong. In the arms of a Dominant it was right. No more shades of gray, it was all black and white. 

I eased myself off of the seat and sat next to my sweet, pain in the ass, Mary Beth. If she felt my presence, she never gave any indication. I moved closer as she continued to stroke her sex. The same strong fragrance I smelled going to Angelique's I smelled again. I slowly slid a hand between the folds of the quilt as I followed her arm down. The heat coming off her body was amazing. I heard her moan and squirm as I finally rested my hand over hers under the panties. Resting was a relative term, because she was palming her sex and rubbing the whole area. From the pressure I felt, the heel of her hand was putting pressure on her clitoris as her fingers pressed against her lower lips. 

Finally, I guess she realized I was next to her. “Why, Gene?” was all she said. 

I wasn’t sure what she was asking, so I said what I felt. “I want to thank you.” 

She gave a little shake as a small orgasm coursed through her body. “Doms aren’t...” I cut her off. 

“I do.” 

My hand was resting on top of hers, but she had the control. When she squeezed her cupped sex my hand did the same thing. When she spread her fingers to trace around her vaginal opening, my fingers followed. As she moaned and shook through her second self induced orgasm, I felt the wetness pulse out of her. 

She was slowing down, but I wanted to give her more. I wanted to thank her for tonight in a special way. I couldn’t do that at the club, with all of Max’s friends around. Here, there were just the three of us, and I just knew Slut wouldn’t tell. 

“I’m tired, Gene.” Her voice betrayed the fact that she wasn’t just tired, but exhausted. “I just can’t keep my eyes open.” 

“Let me, Mary Beth.” 

There was no protest as I, ever so slightly, pressed my hand harder over hers. I slid her hand up towards her clitoris. The contact was enough to make her moan again. I pushed her hand, effortlessly, down again, toward the seat. She had given me total control. 

I tightened my grasp on her hand, and looked at the woman across from us. The same smile I saw at Angelique's was on her face again. As I dragged her fingers back up her wet outer lips, my index finger pushed on hers. The moment Mary Beth felt her fingers pressing past her outer lips, she thrust up with her hips, driving our joined fingers deeper inside of her body. 

“Oh, shit, YES,” she moaned as the final waves of her orgasm broke. I could feel her hand shaking as she released all the tension that had been building in her all night. Her fingers, inside of her, twitched to her heart beat. I felt her head on my shoulder as she gasped for air. Mary Beth grunted and moaned through the climax as our combined fingers pushed through her wet grasping vagina. 

It probably took another minute or two to realize she was no longer reacting to what we were doing. In fact as I pulled my finger out, hers stayed. Her whole body was limp. I looked down at the top of her head and smiled. It had been a good night, a little weird, ok, really, really weird, but still good. 

Now I knew what Max saw in her that I’d missed in High School. Airhead cheerleaders were fun back then. Susan, my own cheerleader, was a lot of fun. With all the groping and fumbling we called it sex, and thought it couldn’t get much better. Now, I knew better. The last couple of weeks had done wonders for me. Evee’s openness and no strings attached sex was great. Then there was Max’s present tonight. Just a normal date might have been enough, but all of this - and Slut? 

This stirred me out of my reverie. I looked across to the other seat and saw Slut looking at me. The same glow and lighthearted look I saw on the dance floor was still there. Just from looking at her I could tell we both were getting what we wanted. “Come here, Jean.” 

The little brunette slid off the seat and knelt between my legs. She looked down and smiled. “It looks almost good enough to eat, Gene.” I looked down and saw that I hadn’t tucked myself back into my pants. I was also surprised to see I wasn’t all that soft either. I closed my eyes as I felt her hand wrap around my now stiffening penis. “Not as good as that pussy stuffer you had before, but I can work with this.” I just loved to see a woman enjoy her work. 

I opened my eyes just in time to see her extend her tongue as she leaned forward. I grabbed her by her hair and held her there. She looked up wondering what I was up to but Roberta had trained her well. “It’s a little soon to play, Slut. Just clean me up. We’ll be there soon.” Way too soon,I thought. I really didn’t want to leave this wonderland and have to go back into the world. That was something I hadn’t said in a long time. I wondered if I really could go back. I released her hair and I felt her tongue on me. I thought about that first night with a woman named Sunny. She’d masturbated me to orgasm, and then licked me clean. As I watched Slut's lips working along the length of my cock I wondered if that little blond was Sunny again. Had I killed any chance we had. What I wouldn’t give to feel her swallowing my cock all the way down to the short hairs. What I wouldn’t give to just hold her. 

I suddenly felt Slut gagging on my fully erect cock. I had both hands in her brown hair as I was pushing her face down on it. She didn’t complain and she didn’t resist as I pulled her up off of me. Jean‘s eyes were watering as she gasped and coughed, fighting to breath again. The tears rolling down her face threw me. I didn’t want to hurt her. That was the last thing. What in the hell was I doing? 

“I’m sorry, Sir,” she rasped as she got herself together, “but I’m not very good at deep throating. It’s not really a skill I need with a lesbian Mistress.” There was a little smile on her face now. “Of course my tongue and lips can go all night. If you don’t mind me asking, what were you thinking about?” 

It wasn’t what, but who were you thinking of, I thought. I smiled back, “I keep forgetting that not everyone can do that. In fact, Agnes is the only woman I know that can.” 

As she took it in, I saw her realize something. Being young and female it was as natural as breathing. She said it before thinking. “And you let her go? Are you crazy? What I wouldn’t give to be able to do that. Mistress has this fake cock that...” Suddenly, she realized what she had said. “I’m sorry, Gene I didn’t mean that you were crazy. You know I’d never say you were stupid, or anything, for letting her go. It’s...” 

I put a finger to her lips before she dug the hole she was in any deeper. “Sh-h-h, I know what you meant.” I felt her hand grasp mine as her tongue licked the offered finger. That was the hand I used to play with Mary Beth. “Like it Slut?” She nodded her head as she stuck the finger, which I had inside of MB, in her mouth. She didn’t have any problem deep throating that, or any of the fingers as she licked my hand clean. 

When she was done cleaning my hand, she wiped my penis clean with her skirt and zippered me up. The whole time she was animated, and continually told me whatever was going through her head. This little rambling of hers didn’t seem to require any response, so I watched now familiar streets pass by. I wondered if it was something Roberta had insisted on, or maybe Jean just couldn’t help it. Her rambling commentary really didn’t bother me. It was kind of like flying in a passenger jet - you could hear the whine of the engines, but you really didn't notice it. 

I felt the cars tires crunching on the gravel of Max’s driveway. It was over. 

The car stopped and Edward opened the door on Mary Beth's side. I started to stop him, but I felt Slut’s touch. “He’ll take her in. We can open the doors for him.” From the look on her face, I wondered if she was really going inside with me. 

I guess she was, as she got out on the other side. I noticed there was a strange strut to her walk as we made our way to the front door. “Are you okay?” 

I saw Slut nod as she fell in behind me with Edward bringing up the rear, carrying a sleeping Mary Beth. “Yes Sir, it’s just this plug. It’s a little bigger than the one I normally wear. I’ll have to return it to Mistress Angelique in the morning.” There was a hesitation, “Thank you for asking though.” 

Was I being too gentle? I didn’t know if I should really be worried about someone who knew more about this life than I did. “I was just worried that my cum might leak out and that might not please your Mistress.” 

“There was still a lightness in her voice. “Of course, Sir, I understand. Except, I’ll have a better chance of spitting it out than it leaking out.” 

I looked back to see a grinning Slut. “Which means your Mistress might not be happy with me?” 

Now, she was on the verge of laughing. “No, Sir. She’s a very determined Mistress, and she will get it out. She doesn’t care how many orgasms I have.” I raised an eyebrow at that. “Of course,” she continued in her own rambling style, “that’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make for my Mistress.” 

I almost laughed back at her, but didn't. “Some sacrifice,” I mumbled. I reached for the doorknob, and tried to remember if the door locked on the way out. Mary Beth didn’t have a purse with her, and I didn’t have a key. 

I turned the doorknob and it swung open. I stepped aside as they entered. “The bedroom is down the hall at the end. I’ll be there in a bit. You go with him, Slut.” 

Without a word, they walked away as I went to the hall phone. Max’s note was still there under his collar. I picked it up, and looked at the beauty of it. I knew with or without it Mary Beth belonged to Max. He had given me a gift that no one had had before. Now I was stumped. I learned early on, growing up in the South, that you always brought a gift to someone who opened their house to you. What had I brought to say 'thank you' to someone who gave me his wife for the night? 

I walked back to the bedroom and saw them standing over a sleeping Mary Beth. For once, Slut wasn’t smiling as she looked at me. No, it wasn’t me; it was the collar I was holding. I needed an expert opinion. “Slut? What do I do with this?” I lifted the collar. 

There wasn’t a moments hesitation. “My mama told me to always put my toys back just like I found them.” 

I thought about it before I said, “I guess our mothers knew each other. Mine said the same thing. Lift her head, Edward.” 

As he held her head up, I took the key and unlocked the training collar and removed it. “…Until such time as I remove it.” I whispered. I heard Slut moving a little behind me. I looked back and saw her kneeling on the carpet. Her eyes were wet, as they looked at me. She nodded and looked down. 

I took Max’s collar, the one she’d worn for so many years, and slipped it around her neck. Before I clicked it closed I said, “Live long Mary Beth and be happy.” 

I sat on the edge of the bed as Edward made her comfortable. That thought came back. I needed to do something for Max, to thank him. I looked over at Slut. “Find some lipstick. The darkest color you can find.” 

That broke her reverie. “What? What are you going to do...” She saw what I was doing and stared at me in alarm. “You can’t do that now! You put Maxs’ collar on her!” 

“Shut the Hell up, Slut, and do as you’re told.” I barked back at her as I uncovered Mary Beth and placed her on her stomach. 

As Slut scrambled to do what I told her, I used the quilt to dry her back. Mary Beth moaned as she was shifted but never woke up. Slut returned, and she had done as I asked. It was a very dark red. I’d never done this before so the first few letters came out a little light. I retraced them and continued. I could feel both Slut and Edward behind me watching. I tried to keep it as short as possible but it all fit. 

“Well?” I asked as I admired my work. 

“Fuck.” Slut said in awe. Edward just nodded at my handiwork. 

“Fuck?” That’s all you’re going to say?” 

Slut looked at the note I left on Mary Beth’s back. “Well-l if he misses that he’s no Dom. Did you really mean that?” She pointed to the last couple of words. 

“Sure, why.” 

Now the smile was back, a particularly evil smile. I liked it on her face. “He’s going to fuck her to death.” 

That sounded like something a sub would say. “I was thinking she was going to fuck him to death.” I really liked her train of thought. “How about you?” I asked. 

Now she was curious. Not worried but wondering what I was thinking. “Me what, Master?” 

“Want a thank you note for your Mistress?” 

All she did was nod. 

“Take off your...” Suddenly I was blinded as her red dress came up over her head and was tossed at my face. “...dress.” I let it fall to the ground and looked at a naked Slut. “I’ll take that as a yes.” 

“Want me to lie down or stand?” 

“Stand. You’re lying down might get me side tracked. Front or back?” 

She tried to look annoyed but she was smiling way too much. You’re my Master. You tell me you d...” 

“...don’t ask. Yeah, I remember. Just for that you’re going to get something special. Close your eyes.” 

I quickly wrote across her tummy with several arrow pointing in various directions. On her back there was a longer note with one arrow. I knew she knew what that one meant as the point rested between the cheeks of her ass. When I was done I picked up her dress and put it back on her. “This note is for your Mistress only. You are not going to read any of it. Edward will leave the partition open and make sure you don’t.” 

Then a slightly annoyed Slut stuck her tongue out at me before she said, “Yes, Sir.” 

“Bend over,” I ordered. She looked at me for a second then did as she was told. I wrote a couple of words on both cheeks of her butt, and then told her to stand. “It’s time to go.” I turned to Edward. “Tell Angelique I had a wonderful time and hope to come back soon. And please make sure she doesn’t peek at her notes. 

Edward grinned all the way out to the car as Slut pouted. She kept mumbling under her breath how unfair it all was the whole way out the door. I didn’t know I was supposed to be fair. Oh well, maybe next time, or not.

I watched them pull out of the driveway behind me. With everything that had happened tonight I really don’t remember getting home or walking into a dark house. I undressed and slipped between the sheets thinking, it just doesn’t get any better than this.