Alex - 10 Days of Torment Ch. 21

"Yeah, well, your hotwife just broke that policy."

"What did she do?"

"Oh, I don't know," she barked sarcastically. "Maybe it was the $300 a day rental on the fully loaded Ford Excursion they're having dropped off. Or perhaps it was the five nights in the luxury suite at the Bellagio she booked. And who knows what else is in the works."

"Holy fuck. She's going to Vegas?"

"No fucking shit, Alex. I can't cover that on my card. I've put a call into Candice, but I'm not going to hear from her tonight. Or tomorrow.

And I doubt it would be wise if you stopped Christina from using it. Her bull is a wildcard at this point. He could beat the shit out of her for all we know. Goddammit! How could you be so fucking stupid!"

Alex began to freak out. Maggie grinned inside. It was the perfect scenario. Actually, it couldn't have been better as far as she was concerned. The truth was that because of how she shifted funds, paying off the corporate card with her own, it had allowed her to build up her own credit score. And that was because Christina was incredible about paying Maggie quickly. Because of that, her own credit limit was higher than that on the corporate card. The other caveat she wasn't going to share was that she and Candice had actually become good friends. Being personable had actually played in her favor. She had her cell number stored in her phone.

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm not sure yet. It all depends on if I can get Candice to cooperate or not. The problem is the fact that the form wasn't filled out. I'm going to have to figure out a way around that."

She already had. She texted Candice and told her that she needed a little favor that involved her discretion. Candice texted her back, and they'd conversed off and on for forty minutes. Maggie actually went with blunt honesty, spelling out exactly what Christina was doing, and the types of purchases she'd be expected to make.

Candice was intrigued by Maggie being so forthcoming, even stating that she was a bit turned on by what the hot hotwife was doing. She was even excited about Maggie's participation, and the prospect of how she was suddenly involved intimately in their marriage.

In the end, Candice agreed to help in exchange for a future favor in return. One that would involve Alex's mouth. Maggie guaranteed her she would make that happen, and that was all it took. She was going to automatically transfer whatever charges were made to the corporate card directly to Maggie's for the next ten days, as well as the previous three.

Candice said she could directly link the two accounts so that funds could be transferred from one to the other without the firm discovering the purchases. That would also ensure that the card Christina had wouldn't be denied; a huge concern when it came time for her and her party to check into the posh hotel and casino. Since Candice worked exclusively with Alex's firm, she would be able to shift the account billed to Maggie's as soon as the transaction was made. The second the card was swiped, it would register instantly as Maggie's card for billing purposes. No one but Maggie and Candice would be the wiser.

Yet just because she already had the problem solved didn't mean she was letting Alex off the hook. Instead she continued to reel him in.

"Well, the only way out of this that I can see is for me to take the fall."

"What do you mean?" he asked, very nervous about the ramifications of what she might have meant.

"Well they can't know it was your wife wanting to fuck her bull in Nevada, now can they. Not to mention everyone else she's undoubtedly going to do while she's there. And they can't think you were stupid enough to ignore the very protocol you helped write."

"Who is they?"

"Your partners, you fucking dumbass!"

"Oh," he replied sheepishly.

"Hopefully I can convince Candice to help me. We're close. I might have to be honest with her. And I might offer you up."

"What's that mean?"

"You might be eating her pussy when all this is over."

"You're kidding."

"No. I'm not. 'Cause if she can't help me I might be looking for a job. I'm going to tell them that I was looking to see how much a trip to Vegas was and I used the corporate card instead of my personal one by accident. If they don't buy that, then I might be on my knees sucking Shaw, Leonard and Buchanan's cocks. As for Edwards, I was going to suck his tonight, and then let him fuck me. Now that all changed."

"You cannot be serious."

"Oh, I was. We were fucking. I'm horny as shit and you fucked it all up."

"I'm sorry, Maggie. I really am."

"Does that bullshit apology work on your hotwife? I'm guessing not. I'm guessing she punishes you when you fuck up, doesn't she? DOESN'T SHE!" she snapped.

He flinched at her outburst. "Yes. Yes she does."

"How! And you better fucking be honest with me, because I have half a mind to text her and find out myself. In fact, I might just do that anyway, to see if you're going to tell me the truth, and if you lie I'm going to make it twice as hard on you."

"Wait. You're going to punish me?"

"I told you, when she's not home, you belong to me. I was hoping we wouldn't be starting off my first day living here with something so fucking stupid, but here we are. Now, out with it. How does she punish you. I want the truth, and I want it now."

"She... she's only done it twice."

"So far."

"Yes. She's made it clear I'll have to be disciplined regularly if I... fail her."

"And just how did you fail her."

"Oh God... do I have to tell you?"

"No. I can just text her. And it'll be worse for you in the long run, I can promise you that."

"Maggie, I... I don't know how to. I'm not sure... you're going to be mad. Really, really mad at me. I'm afraid you're going to quit."

"You don't have a choice. I promise I won't quit. I also promise that whatever it is, I won't punish you for it because she already did. I'm punishing you for giving her the corporate card. Now tell me."

"Okay, but let me say first that I'm sorry."

"That's a lie. If you were sorry you would have told me after she punished you. Obviously it has something to do with me if you feel compelled to say that before you even tell me. Out with it."

Alex took a deep breath, staring at the floor. "I took some pictures of you. Compromising pictures. I... I used one as your avatar, and Christina saw it. She punished me for it."

"Do you still have it as your avatar?"

"Yes."

"I'd like to see it, please." He knew there was no point in trying to fight the inevitable. Pulling out his phone, he scrolled through his contacts, looking for hers. She waited patiently, but added, "I'm not surprised. You have a very naughty one as an avatar for your hotwife."

He opened the screen, and pressed on the picture to blow it up full screen. "Again, I'm sorry."

Maggie looked intently at the image, a stern glare flashing on her pretty face. It was enough that it made Alex shudder in his seat at the island where they were sitting.

"I'm very disappointed in you, Alex. I don't even know what to say. I'm going to have to punish you for this, and it will be worse than what Christina did."

"But, that's double jeopardy! You just got done saying you weren't going to punish me for the same thing twice!"

"Fucking lawyers! Always looking for a loophole. You're not going to be punished for using a picture of me as my avatar. You're going to be punished because that's the one you're using."

"I know. She wasn't happy because it's... risque, and you didn't know about it."

"Alex, I'm punishing you because... let me see the one you have for Christina now." He pulled it up, and as she suspected, it was different from the one she'd seen in his office; the full frontal of her reflection in a mirror, her face obscured by her phone. He was still using that one as his wallpaper, but he switched the avatar. It was now a graphic picture of her sucking Gerard's cock, her face and breasts covered with a huge load of cum. "See. As I thought, it's X-rated."

"I... I don't understand."

"I'm sure you don't. We already talked about this. I've been posing for you deliberately. And I let you take a picture of my pretty wet pussy."

"Oh, yeah," he replied, recalling the conversation. He'd been so trying to deflect her barrage about the card that he'd forgotten that detail.

"That's right. You have a picture of my pussy, and you didn't bother to change and use that one as my avatar. As a slut, I'm insulted. I want you to make it my avatar right this instant!"

As he did as he was told, with her looking over his shoulder the entire time, she asked how he'd been punished for the original picture.

"She whipped me with a folded up belt."

"How many times?"

"Uh... ten. Well, twelve. I didn't count correctly the first time."

"Only ten? That's nothing. She went far too easy on you."

Before he could stop himself, he said, "Well it was supposed to be twenty, but we compromised."

"And how did you do that?"

"Oh... yeah, I'd rather not say." She picked up her phone and opened up a text box. "What are you doing?"

"I'm texting your queen. I'm done with this. If you're not going to answer my questions immediately when I ask them, I'm going to the source and you're punishment... well, trust me, there isn't going to be a compromise."

"She put a butt plug up my ass. That took ten off."

"And?" she asked, knowing there was more to the story.

"She said that once I did that, my... well, she calls it my bitch hole. She said it's available now."

Maggie smirked at his admission, but didn't embarrass him. "Do you wear plugs often?

"Not always that big, but yeah. I have several jeweled ones she makes me wear."

"How big was the one she used first?"

"About four inches long. Two inches wide at the thick part."

"Had she pegged you yet?"

"No. But I know it's going to happen. She teases me about it a lot. Her friend Brandi told me if Christina ever has me waxed, I can be sure it's going to happen soon."

"You've met Brandi?"

"Not officially. She was in our bed with Christina and four other guys when I came home with Sabrina. But we haven't been formally introduced."

"So how do you know you're going to be waxed."

"I don't for sure. It was a text. She sent me videos of Christina... pegging her husband."

"Show me."

He knew she was going to request to see them. He was already pulling up the text string to show her the five short clips.

"Mmm... he's handsome," she said of Scott. "Too bad he's got such a small dick. If I were you I'd be more worried about the cock cage than the pegging."

"You haven't seen the strap-on on yet."

When they got to a video that showed it, Maggie was giddy. "Ooooohhhh, a Bad Dragon. Is that Brandi's?"

"No. Christina bought it."

"Yeah. You should be worried about that too. But look how he loves it. He came twice!"

"If you say so."

"Have you cum with a plug in your ass?"

"Yes," he replied bashfully.

"Then be thankful your queen hasn't caged you. I might."

"What?"

"I'm in charge, and I'm still pissed. Now, what else did you get punished for?"

"I fucked Ashley."

"Ashley. Davenport?"

"Yeah. It's... well, it doesn't matter how long the story is. You're going to make me tell it anyway."

Alex started at the beginning, and told her everything, holding no details back. In a way it felt good to get it all out, even though Maggie and Ashley were now contemporaries at the same firm. He told of how they met almost by accident, the chance encounter on the bench by the courtroom. The initial appearance in court. The sexual liaison in the stairwell of the court house. The text negotiations. Her stay at the hotel room across from their offices. His controlling her there, then fucking her in that room.

He told of sending her to fuck Jack and why. And then the brief text challenge while he was at the hockey game and she was at home, telling her to perform self-bondage on her appartment balcony and video record it. Maggie already knew she got fired, but now she knew why Ashley really recused herself from trying cases in front of Jack. Alex told her about giving her to him, and the steps taken to find her a job at the strip club. And how his neighbor Sabrina helped her. Finally he told her about how Jack offered Ashley to him one last time, so they could have closure, and how Christina discovered that transgression.

Maggie took it all in, letting the tale totally unfold before making any comments. Alex was an emotional mess when he wrapped it up, knowing she was quiet, but likely seething inside.

She was quiet, for a good five minutes after he finished. Just staring at him as she thought of all she'd been told. It was a lot to process, but she was a very intelligent woman, and she was giving what she'd learned the proper time and reflection she felt it deserved.

"So, Ashley," she finally spoke.

"Yes."

"I want to see your avatar for her, please."

"Yes, ma'am," he replied.

Maggie nearly came from the excitement of him referring to her that way. His mindset had slipped into full submissive mode, and he was deferring to her authority in their budding sexual relationship.

The picture he showed her was of Ashley cuffed to the banister of the stairwell the second time he fucked her. She was presented in an obscene fashion, bent in half and her legs splayed open. The nipple clamps and ball gag were routine for such a scene, but it was interesting that she was wearing a hood that hid her identity. Still, she didn't let him off easy.

"Willing to show her pussy, but not mine. Yeah, I'm definitely pissed. I made sure you had a chance to take several pics of my cunt, and you choose a tame one of me. Are you saying I'm not as fine a piece of ass as Ashley or your hotwife?"

"No. I'd already been whipped for the one I was using. It didn't seem smart to have her catch me with an X-rated one."

"And yet you couldn't help yourself when the opportunity came to take it, even though you knew it was wrong."

"I know."

"I want to see the videos you have of her. Now please."

They spent quite a bit of time watching them. But Maggie moved closer to him, and began stroking his cock, taking it out of the front of his shorts. It was quite the mixed message, because he knew he was going to be punished.

"Where does she punish you, Alex?"

"The pool house," he admitted.

"So... my place."

"Yes."

"Are you aware that your kids want me to live here?"

"They've each mentioned it in passing today."

"Are you aware of why?"

"You're here now, and they really like you."

"Yes. It's also because I treat them with respect and talk to them honestly, unlike what you and the hotwife have with each other in your marriage. At least until of late. Tommy and Sarah both expressed... separately, I might add, that they were fearful of you and Christina divorcing."

"What? Seriously?"

"Yes. But, the good news is that they've both seen the change in each of you. How you're happy now. Sarah attributes it to skinny dipping. Tommy agrees, but he thinks it's because other people are skinny dipping with you. Myself included, according to him. He thinks that because of that you won't get divorced, but, I think he thinks that if I stay, that helps keep the two of you together. He mentioned your friends, the Lopez's, and how Consuela helps them with the kids. I'll admit I don't exactly understand what he was talking about, but I got the gist. He's been scared, but he's not showing it because of Sarah."

"What?'

"He doesn't want her to be scared. He's been acting like the man of the house... for her. I know, because my brother did the same thing for me."

"I don't know what to say."

"There's nothing to say. I told you I've got your back at work, and you go and fuck up by giving her the card. I know she's going to keep doing this because it's what's bringing you both happiness. But, I'm not going to let the kids be collateral damage. So for the foreseeable future, I'm living in the pool house. Figure out how you want to break that to the hotwife, but I'm not going anywhere. Understand?"

"Yes ma'am," he replied, relieved that she had been there for his children. In fact, he was actually okay with her intentions to stay. If Christina was going to continue exploring her hotwife lifestyle, having Maggie around would be a blessing. Even if it meant what lie ahead regarding any punishment coming his way.

And it was definitely coming.

"I want you exactly as the hotwife had you when she punished you. Including that plug in your ass. I'll give you a half-hour to prepare yourself. You'll meet me in my pool house then, and we'll negotiate your punishment."

"Yes ma'am."

Alex gingerly walked from the house to the small cottage. The ball strap he was wearing being the one that had the tiny pins on the inside that dug into the base of his cock and his scrotum. It was excruciating just to move, and he couldn't help thinking it might be better if his cock was caged. Then again, he knew that would be taken advantage of negatively. The punishment you know is better than the punishment you don't know, as it were.

He slowly climbed the stares to the loft, finding Maggie naked in the center of the king-sized bed, toying with her pussy. Before he could say anything, she gave him his first command.

"Don't talk. I don't want to hear you right now. I need to work the anger out before we discuss where the night, and frankly our future interactions are going to go. I want you to make me cum with that pretty little mouth of yours."

He started to crawl between her legs, wincing as he did from the pain shooting through his groin, when she stuck her stiletto into the center of his chest.

"Not yet. I said you have a pretty mouth. But it can be prettier. Come up here so I can make it look perfect."

He didn't understand until she had him kneel between her legs. She sat up and pulled out a lipstick cartridge, opening it up to show the bright shade of red.

"Are you serious?" he asked.

SHWAAP!

Maggie stunned him by slapping him hard across the face. "I'm damn sure I just told you I didn't want to hear your fucking voice. Now that you know I was serious, you need to know that this isn't a debate. You will do what I say, or there will be painful consequences. Do you understand me!?"

Alex trembled, but he nodded. His shock over what she'd just done taking away his balance. He remained still while she held his chin as she applied the shiny gloss lipstick to his pursed lips. She took her time, making sure he looked perfect.

"If you balk like that again next time, I'm going to go full slut makeup on you," she informed.

Just as he was about to dive between her legs when she stopped him again, this time by snagging his thick hair in her left hand. Holding it firmly, she made him look into the lens of her phone. Snapping two pictures, she effortlessly cropped one to show his face and her pussy.

"Get busy while I make this your avatar. And you better make me cum hard or I'll be thinking of the next one I'll take of you tonight to replace it."

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Saturday night, May 18th -- DAY 2

Christina was riding naked in Brandi's car. That really wasn't a shock to her anymore. Nor was her being marched out of the sexy boutique they'd been in that way. What was surprising was that she wasn't cuffed. She expected to be, buy Brandi reasoned that all the clothes and sexy outfits they'd bought for the trip they were taking to Vegas were for Christina.

"Why the fuck should I have to carry them all," she'd said as they made their way through the parking lot to Brandi's BMW 420i.

"I agree. You just made it seem like I was going to be dragged out in cuffs."