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The context of this writing takes place immediately after Chapter 7 (part 2). She had recently met with three women considering becoming dominants within the framework of a wife-led marriage. All are beautiful, young and vivacious but one stands alone, above all others. This chapter details one day in her life and that of Katie’s submissive husband. I encourage you to take the time to read the full story of Katie and Ken which begins obviously with chapter one or at a minimum begin reading at Chapter seven where these six new characters are introduced to gain a better context for this part of Katie and Ken’s continuing adventure.
Chapter 8 – The Betrayal
The day prior to the party, Katie was busy. She met once more over lunch with Tracy, Deb and Jen to discuss further her views on Femdom relationships and to plan the couples-party to celebrate the beginning of their new rules as head of households. The brunch lasted almost three hours and everyone had an enjoyable time becoming better acquainted. Of course the young beauties had lots of questions, comments and thoughts when the events of yesterday’s sexual escapades came up in conversation. They laughed and giggled recounting some of the more salacious parts of their afternoon and throughout, remained open and honest with respect to what they did, how they felt and their opinions of both Ken and her submissive that she gave them to play with. Katie particularly enjoyed her heart-to-heart talk afterward with Tracy. They formed a special kinship almost immediately and their private conversation only deepened one another’s mutual respect. Tracy asked direct and probing questions. Directness is who she was apparently, in addition to several other qualities Katie admired; one of which was her desire for control. Apparently when she saw something she wanted, whether it be a sandwich in a store, outfit at the mall or person she wanted to possess she took it. In some ways she wrote her own rules, in others she was like everyone else – that is except for her beauty. In that area she stood out and stood alone. Standing a slender 5-8″ and weighing no more than somewhere in the 120ish range she drew the stares from everyone. Born of Eastern European heritage, her high cheekbones, beautiful brown eyes and blonde hair came together perfectly. Her lips were full, her nose perfect, her voice sexy and her body – well her body was something to behold – slender, strong, proportioned, and endowed with large breasts, slender hips and long legs she could have won many a beauty contest. Yet he appeared shy, almost timid initially. There was a part of her that hid an insecurity despite all of her physical assets. She covered that quiet personality almost always though, revealing her counter-self mostly – a confident, ‘get out of my face’ attitude that she learned worked wonders when it came to getting what she wanted.
Katie was taken by her, not just because of her striking beauty but because of her inner-self. Tracy reminded her of herself. Although Katie was old enough to be her mother there were similarities, both in the beauty department as well as the attitude one and it was that which Katie both admired but also found as her own Achilles heel. Having not met an equal like Tracy, she was taken off her guard. She wasn’t sure she should have granted her the liberties she did but for whatever reason she offered her something she had never before given to another woman – ever.
Sitting now, she hoped she had made the right decision. But what was done was done and that was earlier in the day. Since then she had made several calls and spent plenty of time deep in thought while her husband was at work. She sat with a mug of coffee in hand and a yellow legal pad on her lap making plans for the upcoming gathering that was only a little more than 24-hours away. Ordering items on line, scribbling down thoughts and ideas regarding gifts, food, agenda, furniture and random miscellaneous items she sat for hours thinking over how she wanted the evening to go.
Before Ken had finished his day she texted him, telling him to pick up dinner at the local Chinese restaurant. She had already placed the order and told him it would be ready in 15 minutes, just enough time for him to retrieve it hot out of the wok if he left for home immediately. Of course, he had no option, and the fact that she had texted him ‘pick up dinner at China Palace. It will be ready in 15’ meant he was to be there promptly in 15 minutes and home within 25.
Over dinner they talked. Actually Katie talked and he listened. She needed to verbalize her thoughts and get his feedback on certain things but mostly she needed to talk out her plans and he served as an adequate sounding board who always listened attentively.
“Ouch!,” he said jumping as a hot noodle landed on his naked thigh.
“Eating naked has become a whole new experience,” she said laughing.
“It sure is. You’d think by now I would have mastered chop-sticks knowing each blunder might cost me another burn mark on my thigh or chest.”
Katie giggled, “I like you coming home and being naked. I get to look at that nice cock of yours. I’m glad I put that rule into effect,” she said pleased to see his penis respond in agreement. “Recite mersin escort my rule for me me, sub.”
“Whenever Mistress is home alone a submissive will always remain naked.”
“And you are,” she said pleased.
“And I always will be.”
“And your cock seconds that!” She said pointing a chop-stick at his rock-hard member.
“Hmm mmm,” he said, not impressed with her humor.
“I like looking at it when it’s limp and when it’s hard but I love knowing I can make it hard whenever I want most of all.”
“Oh, do you?”
“Yep, and I can make you hard without even touching you anymore.”
“Maybe if you’d let me cum I wouldn’t be quite so responsive.”
“Nor would you be as good a lover and I’m not going to give up that perk,” she said flatly.
He said nothing but thought of the mounting days that had passed since his last permitted release. He was approaching three months. He thought back to the last time he ejaculated; well if you could call it that. It was more of a controlled release than anything. Katie didn’t want him to spurt when he came so she decided to let him cum by causing him to give her his cum in rather a slow and steady oozing of fluid. She had chosen to milk his prostate for the first time. It took awhile before she got the hang of it but slowly shedrained him of his semen over the course of an hour of play and massage. Fortunately for her and unfortunately for him, she did so without him ever getting the dopamine plunge and adrenaline rush connected to the typical orgasm. Katie intentionally took to trying this method in order to preserve the dopamine high that comes with prolonged denial. By relieving him in this way she was able to milk him without the associated drop of affection and emotional connection hormones so often tied to the post orgasm man when dopamine levels plummet.
“Maybe I’ll milk you again soon,” she said slurping a noodle that almost escaped her mouth.
“Whatever you want, Mistress.”
Sensing sarcasm in his comment she snapped. “Do you want me to jack you off so you can cum hard?” Her eyes narrowed after his ‘whatever’ response, “Because if you do, then I will.”
“No Mistress, I want my body receptive to you always.”
“Are you certain?” She stated.
“Yes Mistress.”
“OK, then let me try this one more time. Maybe I’ll milk you again soon,” she repeated.
“And I will thank you when you do Ma’am.”
“That’s much better.” Her voice softened once more and she smiled pleased with his response.
“OK, now where were we?”
“You were telling me about the menu.”
“Ah, yes. Make sure you get enough of everything on my list and,” she said after a pause, “feel free to use the card and surprise me.”
Ken smiled. “I like making you smile. Thanks for letting me spend some money.”
” I spoke with the ladies and they will be dropping off their husbands early enough for them to help you get ready.”
“Oh, I didn’t know you had talked to them. So all of the guys have agreed to submit formally?”
Katie beamed. “Indeed they have and we will consummate their submission tomorrow in a ceremony of sorts.”
“What is your plan?”
“That is not for you to worry. I have it all arranged sweetheart.”
“Yes, Ma’am. I didn’t mean to probe.”
“You did but I want this to be a surprise for all involved. I told the girls that I’d get something to formally acknowledge their submission.”
“I think that’s a nice gesture.”
“Kenny my sub, this party isn’t going to come cheap. I plan to lavish these ladies all day tomorrow with treats and gifts”
“Ok, I wasn’t implying you had to stay on some kind of budget.”
“I thought you were,” she replied.
Kenny smiled. “Mistress, how quickly you forget, I haven’t seen your financial records or even my own pay stub in over two years. I have no idea how well or bad we are doing financially.”
“That’s called trust Baby. And I like keeping you that way.”
“Dependent?”
“That word will do.”
“Are there others that apply here too?” He said grinning.
“Needy. Wanting. Yearning. Desiring. Craving. Lusting.”
He broke into a laugh.
“Do you want me to go on, My sub?”
A devious smile played on her face. She knew what her words were doing. He had taken completely to this lifestyle of dominance and submission and Katie now had a myriad of ways to remind him that he was, and forever would, remain a man who lived to please the feminine gender. It was who he was now. Having not known him prior to a few years ago, she had no idea what he was really like as a younger adult but since he asked if he could submit, she realized how much of a need – not a want – he had to please women. She thought back to the luncheon at their home in which he let the girls enjoy him. In part she used that time to reward him for all the work he did in preparation for that initial meeting with the ladies. That night he must have thanked her ten times for letting him be a part of that time together.
It was a new page in their relationship but she felt safe going there. She asked him, just before they fell asleep, what he loved, what he didn’t like, and how muğla escort he felt eating and being fucked. His openness and honesty impressed her and she felt she had made the right decision and one she might employ again in the future.
Ken didn’t verbalized his answer but instead bowed and kissed her ankle,
“That’s my man,” she sighed bending to touch his hair.
“I am hopeless, aren’t I?”
“You are. I think you always have had unmet needs that only a women could ever meet.”
“Beautiful women like you”
“Speaking of beautiful women, I need you to take this to Tracy while you are out shopping.”
She held a large diamond and sapphire ring that had been sitting in the table adjacent to her. “It’s hers. She called today in a panic asking if I had found it. I looked all over the house and eventually located it behind one of the sofa cushions.”
“I wonder if she took it off when she was playing with Jen’s pussy?”
“I don’t know but I’m glad it’s no longer missing. I told her I would have you drop it off sometime tonight.”
Ken hesitated. “You don’t want to just wait until tomorrow and save me a trip?”
“No. If I were her, I’d want my mom’s ring back on my finger sooner rather than later. It’s a family heirloom. It’s important to her.”
“I see,” he said quietly. “OK, I’ll take it to her. Do you have an address?”
“No but I have her number. Call her and arrange to get this back to her.”
Katie continued, touching on the how the house was to be readied and what she expected. After they both had finished eating, she motioned for him to clear the food and clean up any reminders that they had eaten. When he was finished he found the list she had prepared, kissed her goodbye and hurried out the door.
“Kenny, the ring,” she shouted.
“Oh,” I almost forgot.
She handed him a black velvet ring case containing Tracy’s ring. “Take good care of it.”
“Of course. I’ll stop by on my way home. Love you Mistress.”
“Love you my sub,” she said happily.
It was almost 9 PM before he had finished all of her errands and running several of his own. The car was full of grocery bags, alcohol and other miscellaneous items. Once settled in the car with Katie’s to-do list complete and after purchasing several small gifts he wanted to give the ladies, he made the call and got the address to Tracy’s.
Pulling into their neighborhood, one not more than a mile or so from where they lived, he located their home, a brick and siding home. It looked like it was fairly new, probably no more than twenty or thirty years old. The yard was well manicured and pansies grew in the flower beds. It wouldn’t be long before the cool spring air gave way to the summer heat and put an end to these cold weather beauties.
Pulling into the driveway he almost didn’t see it, but it was there. “Under foreclosure” read the sign posted in the front yard. Tracy and Tim were about to lose their house! His heart went out to them. He had no idea they were in financial trouble. I wonder why Tim hadn’t said anything while at the cabin? I wonder why Tracy hadn’t told Katie yesterday during their lunch?
“This isn’t good,” he thought. He put the car into park and made a mental note to tell Katie when he got home.
Going around to the back door as she had asked, he knocked. She answered almost immediately and looked down on this most welcome visitor standing a few steps below.
“Well, well,” she said. “You did come knocking at my door and it is even sooner than I had expected.” A beautiful smile flashed on her face.
Ken said nothing but held out the ring which she took.
“And you even came bearing me a token of your coming subservience. How thoughtful!”
Tracy bit on her lower lip, obviously pleased that he was here. Opening the box she exclaimed, “A ring! Now this is indeed going above and beyond – my slave. You must really want me to accept you as an added concubine to my harem.”
Ken could keep his stone-faced expression no longer and grinned imperceptively.
Tracy smiled delightfully, reached down and caressed side of his cheek with her hand.
“It’s only appropriate that my slave formally acknowledge me as his property owner by pacing this ring on his Owners hand. Kneel and obey.”
Ken shook his head in exasperation, smiled and yielded to her playfulness. Bowing, and keeping his gaze down, he placed the beautiful ring on her finger. After doing so, she lay both hands gently on the top of his head.
“I formally accept you into my household. I expect nothing less than your complete devotion. Kiss my pussy and seal your fate.”
Sarcasm and playfulness weaved themselves in the words she spoke. Ken remained kneeling and motionless. He couldn’t believe he was her. She scared him. She made him feel vulnerable. She had a grip on his heart and definitely on his mind. He played the words she had spoken on the sofa the other day over and over again, “you’re going to be mine”. It wasn’t like he couldn’t push those thoughts out of his conscious mind. He could – if he wanted. But he didn’t want to. He wanted to remember them over and over again. And now he was here.
Seeing nevşehir escort that he was no longer interested in role-playing she said, “Oh, come in,” she said smiling. “I’m only joking and I’m really stressed out. You need to loosen up for God’s sake because I need your help.”
She was dressed in jeans and a white T-shirt. Her hair was a bit disheveled. Behind those big beautiful eyes and thick blond hair he could see she had had a hard day. But regardless, she was as breathtaking as ever. Her breasts hung free beneath her shirt and the shape of those voluptuous melons was clearly outlined under the tight fitting cotton top.
“What’s wrong?” He asked trying unsuccessfully to keep his eyes focused on her and not the slinky white top.”
“Yea, I caught you looking,” she said smiling. Reaching down she pinched his cheek. He jumped. “Hard. Just like I thought. But” she said looking at the mess in the kitchen, “my sink is leaking and Tim isn’t home. He is working until two tonight.”
The kitchen was a mess. The cabinet doors under the sink were open. Pots, pans and miscellaneous soaps, and cleaning agents were scattered on the floor. Wet towels were piled in an empty bucket and the drip drip sound of water could be heard under the sink.
“It’s leaking,”
“I can see that.”
“Can you fix this?”
“Well, well, look who’s vulnerable now,” he said jesting.
“I’m not in the mood,” she snapped. Don’t go there with me!”
Taken aback by her sudden outburst, he cowered. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get you angry.”
“Can you fix this?” she asked once more.
“I don’t know, let me take a look. Do you have a flashlight?”
“Sure, anything else?”
“Tools? Do you have any tools in this house?”
“They’re in the basement.”
“Come, show me where they are and I’ll see what I can do.”
Tracy showed him to the basement door and followed him downstairs.
Finding Tim’s toolbox he hurried back and within fifteen minutes had tightened the fitting that secured the trap to the exiting water pipe.
“That was an easy fix,” he said crawling out from under the sink. Dumping the basin of water back in the sink, he checked the drainpipe making sure it was secure.
“Let me clean this up for you. It will only take me a minute and you look stressed.”
“Thank you. I am, but I need a drink and would love some company more than I need you to clean up a few items. Tim can put that stuff away when he gets home. Have a drink with me. Let’s go outside. It’s a beautiful night. Will you?”
Her smile was bright and her intentions appeared true.
“Of course,” he said. Opening a bottle of wine from she poured two glasses, handed him one and motioned for him to follow her outside while she carried her glass and near full bottle of chardonnay.
“Sit with me. I need to relax.”
“Sure Tracy.”
They talked about the mishap in the kitchen, about her day and a little bit about her time with Katie. He shared about his day at work and told her some of what he did and why he enjoyed his job. She spoke of Tim and explained he was working a temporary job now with odd hours. She went on to explain that he had lost his job some months ago, about his injury that cost so many thousands of dollars and having no medical benefits and of the months of unemployment that followed. During the period after he lost employment they depleted first their savings and then their egg-nest and now were about to lose their home. Tracy shared openly and honestly. Tears flowed at times. She changed the subject bringing it to the events of the recent past. Their conversation was easy and fluid and they both listened and laughed and cried as the topics moved from casual to serious to comedic and back again.
Tracy stood and offered him her hand. He took it and they walked into the back yard eventually pushing a picnic bench out of the way and leaning against a picnic table on a nearly moonless night. The stars were glorious and the air had a warmth that had long been overdue. Leaning against the picnic table, he gazed up into the heavens admiring the stars. Pointing out several constellations they once again broke into an easy conversation. Tracy move closer pressing the side of her body against him and instinctively he slit his arm around the small of her back pulling her close while they continued to talk.
Their obvious affection for one another was evident and yet for him at least it seemed as if he had no other choice. Yes, she had fucked him just the other day and told him that she intended to make him hers and although he could not change her feelings, he knew his allegiance lie only with Katie. Yet, tonight things just happened. Maybe she knew how his mind worked. Maybe she understood the psyche of a submissive more than he was willing to give her credit. It was as if the spontaneous role-playing at the doorstep telling him of his need to submit and her desire to Own him followed by him meeting a dire need she had, along with complying with her wish to have a him stay and finish off a bottle of wine on a most beautiful night, triggered powerful emotional needs that completely clouded all rational thoughts and actions. If he had been honest, he would have admitted that the role-playing at the front door was exactly what he wanted to do. He wanted to be an added concubine. He wanted to be one within her harem. He wanted to bow in allegiance and deference. He wanted to kiss her pussy to seal the deal. He just didn’t want to admit it.