Triad
By Gato Medio

Tenth Chapter: The Retreat

Helen hadn't expected us to return so soon from our
shopping trip. We caught her in the pleasure palace,
naked, hanging upside down from the ceiling like a
trapeze artist, with vibrators inserted in both her pussy
and her ass. Two strong elastic ropes - the kind which
body builders stretch to develop their muscles - were
fixed to the walls on either side of her. They were fixed
slightly ahead of where Helen was hanging, roughly at the
same height as her breasts as she was hanging in an
upside down position. The elastic ropes were attached to
nipple clamps Helen was wearing and exerted considerable
forward and sideways pull on her tits. Another rubber
band was hanging from the ceiling, waiting to be attached
to the clamp on Helen's clit.

It was a fantastic image to behold. Being able to see
Helen's naked beauty again - her beautiful breasts, her
perfectly rounded ass cheeks and her hairless pussy -
after weeks of having to guess the shape of her body
through the body stocking was a wonderful surprise. I
could only guess what kind of pain the pull of the
elastic ropes on Helen's nipples might cause, and what
agony would result if she were to go ahead and attach the
third rubber band to her clit.

I wondered how Helen had managed to get herself into this
position on her own. It required careful planning and
considerable physical flexibility to hang oneself upside
down from the ceiling, put on nipple clamps and then
attach them to the wall, the way Helen had done. I also
observed that in spite of her uncomfortable position, she
didn't look like a helpless, vulnerable victim. She was
completely in charge of the situation.

One thing which might explain this impression was that
she had retained free use of her hands and arms, whereas
Cathy and I always had our hands tied behind our backs
when we found ourselves suspended from the ceiling.

"I'm just trying out some new positions for you guys,"
Helen explained as she detached the elastic ropes from
her nipple clamps. The ropes snapped against the walls
with considerable force as Helen released them. The noise
they made gave an indication of the strain they must have
caused Helen's nipples.

Cathy's eyes sparkled. She had all but forgotten the
disagreeable events at the mall. This new way of
suffering seemed to hold a strange attraction for her.
"When are you going to let me try this new position?" she
asked.

"Soon," Helen answered as she swung her upper body
upwards a few times until her hands were able to reach
the trapeze bar. "Maybe sooner than you'd like."

While one hand held on to the bar, Helen untied her legs
and then jumped down to the floor. She removed the
vibrators from her pussy and ass and held them out to
Cathy. "Lick them clean for me," she said.

Cathy reacted like a puppy which had been told to fetch a
ball. She dropped to her knees and licked the two
vibrators Helen had handed her, one at a time. In the
meantime, Helen slipped back into the black outfit which
had become her trademark over the recent weeks.

Cathy acted as if the experience of feeling those elastic
ropes pull on her nipples couldn't come soon enough. She
seemed willing to start straight away, without saying a
word about what happened at the shopping center.

But Helen wouldn't be Helen if she hadn't noticed the
disappointment and distress on our faces as we returned,
much earlier than expected. Besides, we had returned
empty-handed. Cathy hadn't made any move to show Helen
proudly what beautiful present I had bought her - which
would have been the normal thing to happen after a
shopping trip.

"What happened?" Helen asked. "Didn't you find anything
you liked?"

"That bitch Sue made a scene and told everybody I was a
cocksucker. It's not my fault that her husband got fed up
with her constant refusals and looked for someone else,"
Cathy burst out.

Helen didn't know who 'that bitch Sue' was. I could see
that Cathy's report was likely to be short on facts and
long on emotions, so I decided to provide a more
objective account of our encounter with Bill's wife.

I gave Helen a detailed report of what had happened,
exactly how it had happened, without taking sides. Of
course, I had to agree with Cathy that women who don't
please their men have only themselves to blame if their
men look elsewhere for satisfaction. After all, the new
thrill in our relationship was largely the result of
Cathy having learned this lesson.

I also repeated what Sue had said about Helen, 'that
chink woman', about the assessment that it was all her
fault and the allegation of her being investigated by the
FBI for being a member of some unspecified secret
organization.

Helen seemed to be hurt by these accusations.

"It's terrible to see how deeply embedded these racist
ideas are in people's minds. When everything is hunky-
dory, the economy is doing well, everybody has a job and
a place to live, then it almost seems that this way of
thinking has disappeared. But as soon as a conflict
arises, people resort to the same old stereotypes. They
accuse us of taking away their jobs, their apartments,
their men - or of being terrorists.

"If the FBI has a file on me, then it's probably because
of my frequent and long trips to Cuba. And I was born in
Vietnam! So somebody added two and two together and
concluded that I'm planning single-handedly to overthrow
the government."

"With this particular government, you would be doing the
American people a favor," I ventured.

"Not only the American people, the whole world," Cathy
added.

But Helen was more concerned about our future than that
of the American government. "It looks like you've
bestowed your generosity on the wrong kind of people."

I tried to defend my friends, particularly Bill, but had
to agree with Helen that he carried a fair share of
responsibility for the scene at the mall, and that he
was, at best, a dumb ass.

"This Sue is going to do whatever she can to turn your
existence into a living hell. Your best bet is to get out
of here without leaving a forwarding address."

I found Helen's suggestion far too radical. Wouldn't a
quick departure on the quiet look like an admission of
guilt? We hadn't done anything we needed to be ashamed
of. Why should we run away from Sue and her twisted value
system? I preferred to wait and see how things would
develop rather than take any precipitous action we might
regret later.

"Sometimes you don't want to hang around until things get
worse. You get out of the way before the defenders of
moral values come down on you with full force. And if it
looks like an admission of guilt, who cares? Those who
will judge you guilty aren't the kind of people whose
opinion matters to you, anyway."

Even if we accepted that Helen might be right, there were
practical questions which couldn't be resolved so
quickly. We couldn't pull up stakes and leave from one
day to the next. We didn't have any place to move to, nor
did we have any idea which part of town - or which other
town - might offer a more tolerant atmosphere for people
like us.

"Those friends I mentioned already a few times would
probably be able to accommodate you. You would be almost
as comfortable with them as you are here. And the great
advantage is that you would be amongst people who value
your skills and attitude. Tomorrow morning, I'll make a
few phone calls. Maybe I'll go and talk to them about
your case.

"As for today, we can't let the day pass without you
receiving any training. Take off those funny clothes and
let's see what else I can teach you."

                         -----

Shortly afterwards I was treated to the sight of Cathy
hanging upside down from the ceiling, her arms tied
behind her back, vibrators humming away in her ass and
pussy, and her full breasts being pulled in opposite
directions.

In addition to the torture Helen had inflicted on herself
while we were out shopping, Helen had also tied a coarse
rope around Cathy's chest, just above and below her
breasts and also crossing between them. The result, which
looked like some kind of harness, had the effect of
pushing Cathy's breasts upward and forward, making them
protrude even more than usual. Just seeing Cathy tied up
like this, with her arms behind her back, got my cock so
hard, it almost hurt.

Helen had decided to use shorter elastic bands on Cathy
than she had used on herself. With Cathy's ample breasts
the ropes had to be shorter to exert the same pull, she
explained.

Only a few weeks ago, seeing Cathy suffer like this would
have made me feel nothing but compassion for her. But
now, her vulnerability made me want to abuse her a little
more. There was an almost irresistible desire to spank
her ass as she was hanging there, to cause her body to
swing back and forth, knowing that this would increase
the strain on her nipples even further. This desire
didn't come from a wish to hurt Cathy. It came from the
knowledge that by increasing her pain I would also
increase her pleasure.

Fortunately for Cathy - or maybe unfortunately - I wasn't
in a condition to cause her any discomfort. Helen had
decided to let me feel the strength of those elastic
ropes too. I witnessed Cathy's ordeal on my knees, my
legs spread as wide as possible, with a rope pulling my
cock down towards the floor, while it wanted to go in the
opposite direction: up. My arms were tied behind my back
and, for good measure, there was a vibrator humming away
in my ass.

Helen must have read my mind. Or maybe I had learned to
think like her. As she slapped Cathy's bottom, Cathy's
body started to swing to and fro. Cathy's whimpers grew
louder whenever the pull on her nipples increased.

When Helen attached the third rubber strap to Cathy's
clit, Cathy was treated to the sensation of having her
clit pulled towards the ceiling while the rest of her
body was pulled down, towards the floor, following the
law of gravity. It must have been a very powerful
sensation, judging by the noise Cathy produced.

The screams seemed to be too much for Helen. She took
some strong, wide adhesive tape and stuck it over Cathy's
mouth. The measure had the desired effect, but it made me
wonder why Helen had resorted to such an unsophisticated
method of gagging Cathy? I knew that there was an
impressive range of brightly-colored ball gags in Helen's
toolbox which she might have used. The only reason I
could think of was that removing the tape afterwards
would cause a lot more pain than simply unfastening a
ball gag.

"The place you'll be moving to isn't as isolated as your
house. You'll have to learn to control your screams - or
you'll have to be gagged in the future," Helen explained.

                         -----

Even though I hadn't gotten around to buying Cathy
anything at the mall, she still received a special
present later that day. Cathy was allowed to lick Helen's
pussy while I fucked her ass.

As I watched Cathy's tongue slide along Helen's juicy
slit, I wondered what I would need to do to earn a
similar reward. I envied Cathy for the privilege, but I
wasn't going to scorn her rear which she offered me so
eagerly. While the vibrator still stimulated my own ass,
I thrust my cock into Cathy's rear to show her how much I
had enjoyed her performance a little earlier.

I knew that Cathy enjoys eating Helen's pussy almost as
much as I do, so I kept my movements slow and steady, at
least in the beginning. That also gave me a chance to
watch how Cathy's tongue explored every crevice of this
wonderful slit. And I could see the quiet pleasure on
Helen's face as Cathy pulled out all the stops and
demonstrated how much she had learned over the recent
weeks.

My own pleasure wasn't anything to be sneezed at, either.
My cock was planted deep in Cathy's tight ass and
accompanied every movement of her rear, while there was a
man-size vibrator lodged in my own ass, humming away at
varying speeds according to Helen's whim - because she
had taken charge of the remote control.

After I had let Cathy satisfy her appetite for Helen's
pussy, I started fucking her rear in earnest. And I knew
that, in spite of all the stimulation I was receiving, it
wouldn't be over within minutes. I no longer needed
Helen's device to control my ejaculation. I could fuck as
long as I wanted and I was the one who decided when I was
going to come.

I was determined to make this a memorable fuck. I wanted
to hear Cathy's orgasmic screams, muffled only by the
fact that her mouth was buried in Helen's crotch. I held
on to Cathy's hips as I thrust into her ass. I could see
Helen squeeze her own nipples as Cathy's tongue plowed
her slit, moved by the force of my thrusts.

As I looked at 'my' two women in front of me I wondered
seriously whether any man in the world has ever felt
happier than I felt at that moment.

                         -----

The next morning brought the unusual sight of Helen
serving our breakfast dressed in what could best be
described as a smart business suit.

"I've already made a few phone calls while you were still
snoring," Helen explained. "As soon as I've finished
feeding you, I'll go and see a few people to arrange an
asylum for you. I'm sure there will be a big demand for
people with your talent and enthusiasm."

Her words reminded me of our decision to move somewhere
else in order to avoid the vendetta which Sue might
organize against us. It wouldn't be easy to leave the
house with the grand staircase and the pleasure palace
behind. But it also raised the question where Helen would
stay.

"What about you?" I asked her. "Are you going to come
with us?"

"No," Helen answered, "It's time for me to move on.
Remember that Leonard Cohen song in which it says: 'I
told you when I came I was a stranger'? I've always
warned you that I couldn't stay with you forever. Now is
as good a time as any to say goodbye. But before I go
I'll make sure you're well looked after."

This answer, although it was meant to be reassuring,
caused a storm of protests from Cathy and me. "I'd rather
stay here with you and face the lynch mob, than move to a
safe place without you," Cathy declared. I joined Cathy
in her pleas, declaring that life wouldn't be the same
without Helen's daily torture.

Helen wouldn't be swayed. "The choice is not stay here
with me or move without me. I've got to go in any case.
So the choice is stay here without me or move without me.
If you move, there will be somebody who'll look after
your need for daily torture. If you stay, you're alone
against the mob. The choice is yours."

After some more protests from both of us and some whining
from Cathy we had to face the fact that Helen would be
leaving us, whichever way we decided.

"If we really have to part ways, then I want to be
allowed to kiss your raspberry lips once more before you
abandon us. Not just your lips, I want to kiss your
entire body, every tiny little part of it. I want to make
love to you for hours and I want to come inside you and
then lick my cum from your pussy," I stated my
requirements for letting Helen leave.

Cathy had her own wish list. It seemed to consist of one
item only. "I want you to lick me into oblivion," she
requested. And as far as me retrieving my cum from
Helen's pussy was concerned, Cathy staked a claim for at
least part of it. I agreed to share it with her.

Helen seemed to be touched by the enthusiasm with which
we described what we intended to do to her. "I'll
remember it when the time comes," she said. "And who
knows, our paths may cross again in the future."

Although that answer didn't constitute any firm
commitment on her part, we felt pleased about her
response and were almost looking forward to the time when
we had to say farewell.

After Helen left to talk to her friends, Cathy and I made
our way to the discipline den, just as we would normally
do. In Helen's absence we felt like children who had
sneaked into their parents' bedroom while they were away.

Without me saying a word, Cathy spread out on top of the
table, waiting for me to tie her up. I strapped her into
the customary X-shape, put clamps on her nipples and
teased her with my tongue and a number of vibrators.
Cathy's reaction was as expected: she wanted more, she
wanted me to make her come. I kept teasing her for a
while, but in the end I gave in to her pleas and brought
her to a wonderful orgasm, sucking her clit while I
pushed a vibrator into her pussy.

After that I tried out the ropes. I had had plenty of
opportunity to watch Helen tie up Cathy in every
imaginable shape, but doing it myself was a completely
different thing. The ropes were never tight enough to
cause any real discomfort. My knots were so loose that
Cathy managed to free herself after wriggling for a short
while.

Cathy put her frustration into words. "As torture-masters
go, you're a failure. You try to be gentle when you ought
to be severe. I want you to hurt me because it gives both
of us pleasure. You're too compassionate. It seems like
you constantly want to apologize for what you're doing."

I had to admit that I could never quite put aside the
enormous tenderness I feel for Cathy. Maybe this was just
a question of learning as I went along. Maybe I just
don't have the talent. Or maybe I'm just a wimp when it
comes to causing pain, as Cathy kept saying.

Cathy thought it was time for her to demonstrate her
skills as a torture-master. She had learned to enjoy
suffering pain, therefore she didn't have any problem
with causing pain. And, boy, did she make me suffer!

First Cathy fitted the harness around my cock and balls.
She had come to cherish this gadget as the bringer of
lasting hardness to my cock and didn't think I should
spend a day without wearing it for at least a few hours.

Then Cathy made me bend over the table and gave my behind
a thorough walloping. She spanked me with her bare hand
and when that got sore she resorted to a cane, a whip, a
paddle and God knows what else. I had the feeling that
there wasn't an implement in the whole torture-chamber
which she didn't use to thrash me. Cathy remained deaf to
my pleas for mercy and answered my threat that I would do
the same thing to her as soon as I'd get my hands free
with a heart-felt, 'Oh yes, please do'.

When Cathy got tired of tanning my backside - I guess it
must have turned glowing purple at that stage - she
decided to show me the ropes, or more precisely, show me
how good she could use them. She didn't have any qualms
about causing me pain. And she wasn't afraid of being
inventive, either. At one time she had me dangling from
the ceiling by one foot, while my hands were tied to the
other one. Her favorite position seemed to be letting me
hang belly down with my wrists tied to my ankles. This
allowed her to sit beneath me and lick and stroke my cock
which was sticking out like a meat thermometer from a
turkey.

Cathy knew very well, that I couldn't come, no matter
what she did to me, and that her caresses, although
welcome, only served to increase my agony. Eventually she
lowered me enough so that my hard cock just scraped the
floor. She gave me a firm push to get my body to swing
like a pendulum and then left me hanging while she went
into the kitchen to prepare something to eat.

                         -----

This was how Helen found me when she returned: hanging
from the ceiling, looking as if I wanted to fuck the
floor. She congratulated Cathy on her initiative, but
didn't make any move to release me. That was up to Cathy
who was only able to devote her attention to me when the
meal was ready and the table laid.

"How would you like to live in Washington?" Helen asked
casually as we started to demolish our meal.

"Washington, DC, or Washington state?" Cathy wanted to
know.

"Washington, DC. In the shadow of Capitol Hill."

The suggestion took me by surprise. I hadn't thought we
would be moving to another state. I wanted to know more
about the proposal.

"I've got a friend there who lives in this huge mansion.
He's well connected and does a lot of entertaining for
people from the upper echelons of the administration.
He'll be thrilled to show them what cultured and
adventurous people he's acquainted with. You'll have
plenty of opportunity to show off your linguistic
skills."

"Since the fiasco at the ALT-conference, I consider
myself no longer a linguist, nor a cultured person. I
have no intention of giving another 'short talk' - ever.
Nor am I keen on engaging in small talk about the
subtleties of our language with snobbish intellectuals."

"Oh, you've got me wrong. Or maybe I chose the wrong
words. It's not that kind of linguistic skill I was
talking about. I was thinking more of the things you do
with your tongue. There will be plenty of new pussies to
lick."

Helen clarified her proposal further. "This mansion is
really large, it looks a little bit like a castle. I
believe it used to be some ambassador's residence. My
friend is converting a part of the outbuildings into a
dungeon. That's where you'll be spending most of your
time. And when he has guests visiting you'll be allowed
out to perform. Or maybe the party will move into your
dwellings for a bit of adult entertainment, a show with
audience participation, so to speak."

Cathy was the first to react. "A dungeon! What a
marvelous idea! I always wanted to know what it feels
like to be locked up in a dungeon."

I wasn't so sure about the 'always' part. Cathy seemed to
have a short memory. But I could confirm that, nowadays,
she quite obviously liked nothing more than being used
and abused in every possible way. And a dungeon seemed to
be the ideal place for this.

As far as I was concerned, I couldn't actually say that I
enjoyed the treatment I suffered at the hands of these
two ravishing beauties who were having lunch with me. But
the relief at the end was always sensational. It was so
good that all the suffering seemed worthwhile. I had come
to accept the torment as a necessary evil.

"You won't be able to transfer right away," Helen said,
sensing our agreement. "It will take a few days to get
everything ready for you. Then you can move. In the
meantime, it's probably best if you lie low - and
continue with your training."

This reminder that our move was imminent - and with it
the separation from Helen - reawakened my desire to kiss
her raspberry lips one more time, to make love to her at
least once more before we parted. Should I negotiate,
make this a condition for my agreement to the move?
Should I beg for it, appeal to her better nature?

I had a better idea. "I can't express in words how
grateful I am to you, Helen, for everything you've done
for us. You deserve a big kiss."

Before Helen could say anything or move out of the way, I
had put my arms around her and planted a big kiss on
those wonderful lips. I didn't stop there, of course. My
embrace became tighter, as my kiss became hotter. Helen
struggled for air. I allowed her a short breather but I
didn't loosen the tight grip I had on her.

Once I had experienced my first taste, I wasn't going to
let go until I had satisfied my thirst for these dark red
lips. Neither was I going to limit my kisses to her lips
alone. The smart business suit wasn't enough of an
obstacle to deter me. It fell victim to my determined
hands. Things became really easy when Cathy caught on to
my idea and lent me a helping hand.

Jointly, we stripped Helen of those clothes which made
her look like a respectable businesswoman and changed her
back into the sexy creature which had transformed our
lives and our home when she arrived only weeks ago.

Cathy helped me to pin Helen down to the floor so that I
could feast my mouth on Helen's naked body. How I enjoyed
letting my lips wander over her defenseless body, to make
Helen gasp as I clamped my teeth firmly on her nipples,
as hard as cherrystones! Needless to say, the place where
I lingered longest was between her legs. I licked, kissed
and sucked every tiny part of Helen's hairless pussy. I
felt her hips buck as my tongue stabbed her while my
finger invaded her asshole. I smelled the sweet scent of
a satisfied woman and considered it the just reward for
my efforts.

It was a pleasure to have Helen under my control, to take
her by brute force. No matter how much she wriggled to
get free, how much she begged me to stop, I wouldn't let
go of this beautifully sculptured body. I was going to
possess her - at least for one evening.

Nothing could hold me back as I plunged my cock into
Helen's tight channel - my cock, which was rock hard and
was going to stay like this for some time to come, thanks
to Helen's skills. I was going to let her feel in her own
skin what a useful tool it had become, capable of
satisfying even the most demanding woman.

Once my cock was inside Helen, Cathy felt it was safe to
relax her grip on Helen's upper body. Cathy wanted to use
the chance to fulfill her own wish as well. She pushed
her pussy into Helen's face and demanded to be licked.
Helen seemed to be reluctant at first, but Cathy just
ground her moist pussy against Helen's mouth and nose,
threatening to suffocate her if she didn't cooperate.

Later we turned our victim around and made her crouch on
all fours, her head conveniently placed between Cathy's
thighs while I entered Helen's pussy from behind. This
time, I could tell from Cathy's shouts of joy that Helen
did exactly what was expected of her - and my cock in
Helen's pussy marked the rhythm.

Although Cathy and I were supposedly overpowering Helen,
using her against her will, our bodies moved with the
harmony of intimate lovers.

When I came, it was like the eruption of a volcano. My
climax was so powerful, everything in front of my eyes
turned black for a moment. But I soon recovered my
strength at the thought that now the time had come to
clean Helen's pussy of my cum. Cathy claimed her share of
that treasure and, being the gentleman I am, I let her
start the proceedings. We took turns in sucking and
slurping until we were sure that Helen's pussy was
meticulously clean - and the owner satisfied with our
efforts.

                         -----

In hindsight, I realize that everything which happened
that evening happened with Helen's consent. Our clumsy
efforts to hold her down would not have stood a chance if
she had seriously tried to free herself. Her struggle was
much too feeble, her whining pleas for mercy too meek to
reflect the Helen we knew.

Helen had given us not only the pleasure of using her
body, she had also allowed us the triumph of doing so
against her will. Her resistance had only been role-play,
designed to add to our enjoyment.

                         -----

That, however, wasn't the way Helen saw things the
following morning. As soon as we had finished our
breakfast, she ordered us down into the torture chamber
and gave me the hardest whipping I have ever received.
And Cathy got her fair share for her part in our 'ganging
up' on Helen, as she put it.

"You two are a danger to society," Helen declared as the
lash of her whip cut across my back. "You ought to be
locked up to protect innocent people from your insatiable
lust. You don't even stop at raping a defenseless woman
you have invited to stay at your house!"

That, particularly the statement about raping a
defenseless woman, was a gross distortion of the truth,
but there is no way you can argue with someone who's got
you tied over a barrel and is whipping your ass with all
her strength.

When her fury had abated, Helen untied us and declared
that she was going to visit her friend in Washington to
check our accommodation there and make sure we would be
well taken care of.

"I'll be gone for a couple of days. You'll have to look
after yourselves for a while. Keep up your daily training
routine. And don't talk to anybody about your move.
Particularly don't say where you're going, or else
they'll follow you and make your life a living hell."

It felt very strange to see Helen leave, carrying her
overnight bag. This would be the first time we'd spend a
full day, maybe more, without her. Would we be able to
cope on our own?

I felt an urge to fill the gap Helen left, by making
contact with the outside world. So, in spite of Helen's
prohibition to talk to anybody about our move, I decided
to call the few friends I had to say goodbye.

Thinking about who to call, I found that there were
surprisingly few people I felt like talking to. Bill was
out of the question. I considered him a traitor who had
spoilt a good thing and wasn't really worthy of my
friendship.

Tim and Hank were also problematic. I was sure that Sue
had already contacted Lucy and Meg, their wives, and
enrolled them in her crusade against us. There was a good
chance that the wives would answer the phone, and that
this would result in unpleasant comments I wasn't
particularly keen on.

But Eddy wasn't married. I didn't think Sue would have
tried to persuade him to join her campaign against
wantonness. But Eddy had been the one who had won my ass
as his prize. Would my contacting him give him the wrong
message? I decided to ignore my doubts, and gave him a
call.

Eddy reacted coldly when he recognized my voice. He
didn't even let me say what I wanted to tell him.

"Listen, Stan, we were all drunk that evening," he said.
"Both from the alcohol and the seductive women. We went
too far. I think it's best for all of us if we forget the
whole thing. Let's wait until the dust has settled before
we meet again."

He put the phone down without giving me a chance to say
anything. I had the impression that even he had been put
under pressure.

The only other person I thought of calling was Julie, my
'bit on the side'. I had stopped seeing her when Helen
had stepped into my life. Although I still considered
Julie an attractive woman, she just couldn't match the
thrills I experienced with Helen - even when I wasn't
allowed to touch her. I had simply forgotten about Julie.
When I remembered her again, I felt guilty about not
having at least called her to let her know that our
encounter at the motel was off. Now I realized how much
it must have hurt her to be left waiting in that motel
room for a lover who would never arrive.

I wanted to apologize to Julie for my inconsiderate
behavior and let her know that I would be moving away, so
we probably wouldn't meet again. I knew that this last
part would hurt her, but I thought it better to make a
clean break. I still thought that she deserved better
than to be someone's extramarital fling. I wanted to
encourage her to look for someone who could offer her
more than I ever could.

"Now that's what I call a surprise! I thought I'd never
hear from you again."

There was resentment in Julie's voice. But I couldn't
blame her for her less than friendly reaction.

"I'm sorry that I haven't been in touch. I really am. I
called to apologize for my inconsiderate behavior. I
didn't get around to calling you earlier because I have
been really tied up recently."

This statement about me being tied up set Cathy off on a
hysteric giggle which really irritated me as I was trying
to concentrate on my phone conversation. I was worried
that Julie might hear Cathy in the background.

"Well, just in case you called to invite me to one of
your orgies, the answer is no," Julie cut through my
apologies.

Oh shit! The rumor mongers had got to Julie as well!

"I don't know what you've heard, Julie, but I want to
assure you that it's probably ninety percent
exaggeration. Don't let those hypocrites spoil the memory
of the good things which happened between us. I simply
called to apologize for not having been in touch, and to
let you know that Cathy and I will be moving away
shortly."

I terminated my phone call in a hurry. Cathy had stopped
giggling and was trying to pull me away from the phone,
shouting, "Come on, Stan, let me tie you up." I didn't
know what had come over Cathy; she didn't usually disturb
me when I was on the phone. She surely deserved a
thorough spanking for her inexplicably bad behavior. I
bent Cathy over my knees and tanned her bottom before I
let her tie me up.

                         -----

I hadn't been in a very cheerful mood since Helen left
that morning, and the two phone calls depressed me even
more. It was probably best if we accepted Helen's offer
and moved somewhere else. That decision, it occurred to
me, had already been taken. I just wasn't sure when it
happened and who took it.

                         -----

We don't know exactly where we are going, and we won't be
leaving a forwarding address. Helen told us that she
found somebody who will rent our house while we are away.
They'll pass any letters which arrive to one of Helen's
friends here, who will then forward them to us.

Helen promised that at our destination we'll be able to
live out all our fantasies, maybe even more than we'd
ever dreamt of. I'm looking forward to the change with
some trepidation, but have to agree that it's probably
the best thing to do.

I don't feel much like leaving the house these days. I
feel awkward, kind of out of place, amongst 'normal'
people. My cock is almost constantly hard. I don't mean
to say that I have a permanent erection. No, after I
come, which happens at least once a day, it goes soft. It
shrivels, shrinks, just like it always did. But within a
couple of hours it raises its head again - and it stays
hard.

When I go out, I don't know whether I should proudly
display or hide the erection in my pants. I'm not exactly
a spotty-faced teenager who's just discovered the joy of
having a hard-on. It's a very powerful feeling to know
that I could satisfy any interested woman many times
over. That I could fuck her until she'd beg me to stop.
But not many women seem to be interested.

Occasionally I can read in the face of a fellow shopper
who has noticed the bulge in my pants that they consider
me a pervert for pushing my erection in front of me
through the supermarket aisles.

I've lost interest in going to the movies or the theatre.
I'd much rather stay at home, tied to the wall of the
torture-chamber, and let Cathy stimulate my cock until
it's ready to burst. Or watch Helen expertly put all
kinds of clamps on Cathy, suspend her in mid-air, whip
her, make her come. Everything else has become so
trivial, so utterly meaningless.

I feel that Cathy, too, has changed a lot. She's never
been a prude. We've always enjoyed an active sex life,
but now it seems she can't get enough. Whenever Helen has
to go somewhere and leaves us on our own, Cathy sneaks
into the discipline den and puts all kinds of clamps or
other torture devices on her nipples and clit. Pain and
sex have become synonymous to her - and she's addicted to
both.

We are both eagerly waiting for the day when Helen will
hand us over to our new torture-master.

                    To be continued