Courtesan Ch. 14

This is the fourteenth episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous thirteen episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Courtesan" is romantic story about a dominant hot wife and her submissive cuckold husband. While they have a deep and abiding love for each other they do lead an alternative lifestyle. If this subject matter offends you or makes you feel uncomfortable, I strongly suggest that you find something else to read.

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As soon as we were inside the bedroom Kelly's kissed my cheek and said, "Timmy, tonight we're going to play our sex game like we've never played it before. My plan is to tease, torment and humiliate you for the entire evening. I'm hoping that it's going to turn out to be the most exciting night that either of us has ever experienced."

Gripping my shoulders, she stared into my eyes. "While we're playing, please remember this; it's just a game and nothing more than that. I will always love and respect you more than any other person in the entire world and that includes Chris Kendricks." Kelly paused and then she added with a tone of determination that I'd rarely heard in her voice; "Tonight, that especially includes Chris Kendricks."

Kelly's reassurance wasn't really necessary, but it was still comforting. I smiled at her and answered, "Yes Ms. Mason, I'll try to remember."

"Also don't forget that we have a safe word. This is going to be exciting for both of us. I may get carried away. If things start to get too intense, all you have to do is say, 'check' and we'll take a break and talk about what's happening. Chris is aware of this rule and he's agreed to abide by it too."

"I'll remember that Ms. Mason, but I'm going to try very hard to avoid saying check. I want you to push my limits."

When she heard me say that Kelly took a deep breath. "Timmy, this is so exciting. I'm already wet." She lifted the hem of her skirt, picked up my hand and placed it between her thighs. The crotch of her panties was already soaked.

She smiled at me. I smiled back and then suddenly Kelly's smile vanished and her entire demeanor changed. Slapping my hand away from her panty covered cunt, she glared at me and said, "That's for my lover, not for you. Now get those fucking clothes off pussyboy. I want my slave to be naked while he serves me."

Now it was my turn to take a deep breath. The game was beginning.

Kelly sat down on the edge of the bed and watched while I quickly removed my clothing. She smiled when I dropped my trousers and exposed my lace trimmed panties. "Those look very cute on you sissyboy."

"Thank you Ms. Ma..."

"Silence! Dicklet I am not interested in hearing your pathetic attempts to express your gratitude. You can do that by serving me with enthusiasm and diligent effort."

Kelly was setting the tone for the evening. It was apparent that she intended to make this dinner party a humiliating and torturous experience for me. I was momentarily frightened by that prospect, but then I remembered what Kelly had just told me and I understood why she'd found it necessary to say it. I relaxed. I was a masochist. I'd spent years fantasizing about an experience like this one. It was time to forget about my fears and inhibitions and let myself go.

Nervously, I pulled my panties down. After I stepped out of them I gathered up all of my clothes and carried them to my closet. As soon as I was finished hanging them up I walked back over to my wife. Standing naked in front of her with my head humbly bowed, I waited for her next command.

Kelly was carefully watching me. She smiled when she noticed my submissive posture. I knew my wife well and recognized immediately that this wasn't a tender, caring smile. This was an expression of triumph and superiority. She was enjoying her newly acquired dominance over me.

Kelly stood up. "Undress me!" It was a command and her voice was brimming with arrogance.

Excited, I moved quickly. I was eager to demonstrate my absolute obedience. Suddenly I really was Kelly's slave and I wanted her to know that pleasing her was now the only thing in this world that mattered to me.

I removed Kelly's skirt and brassiere with care; but when it was time to take off her panties I adopted an attitude of reverence and fell to my knees.

Slowly, I lowered Kelly's beige lace thong. As I exposed the cleft of her shaved pussy I longed to be able to lean forward and kiss those soft moist lips, but I didn't dare. I knew and accepted my place. I was now my wife's servant, not one of her lovers. The privilege of kissing or touching her naked cunt would be granted to me at her whim and only then.

I pulled Kelly's panties down to her feet. After she stepped out of them she said, "Gather up my clothes and take them to my closet. Hang up my skirt so that it doesn't get wrinkled and throw my blouse and underwear in the laundry basket. You can wash them tomorrow."

I quickly did as I was ordered. When I returned Kelly was seated on the edge of the bed. I stopped in the middle of the room. For a moment I stood perfectly still and stared at her. I couldn't help myself. My wife had a beautiful body and when I saw her naked it often had a mesmerizing effect on me.

As soon as I realized what I was doing I averted my eyes. I didn't want to offend my goddess by rudely staring at her.

Kelly saw me look away and said, "That's okay slave, you can look at me." She smiled. "In fact I want you to look. It excites me to imagine the anguish you'll be feeling as you start to understand that tonight another man will be freely enjoying the pleasures of my beautiful body while all you'll be allowed to do is look."

She was right. I closed my eyes. Pangs of jealousy and envy stabbed at my gut as I imagined Chris's fingers touching and caressing Kelly's erect nipples."

Kelly read the expression on my face and laughed. "That's right pussyboy, Mr. Kendricks is going to have a very exciting evening." She enjoyed her sadistic little joke for a moment and then she said, "But I'm not going to be a total bitch." She winked at me. "At least not yet. Right now, I' m actually going to let you kiss me." Then, pointing at the floor in front of her, she ordered; "Get down on your knees and crawl over here like a dog, wimpboy."

For the first time I winced at one of Kelly's insults.

She noticed my reaction and chuckled. "Did that one hurt your feelings pussyboy? Don't you want to be my little puppy dog?"

I was a little disconcerted by the intensity of Kelly's taunts and unsure about how to respond, so I just stared at the floor.

Ignoring my apparent discomfort, Kelly continued. "I hope you do, because just before Mr. Kendricks gets here I'm going to give you a present that will be perfect for a little puppy dog like you."

I didn't move. I just continued staring at the floor.

Kelly glared at me. "I thought I told you to get down on your hands and knees and crawl over here! Dicklet, if you do not obey me immediately I'm going to order you to go to your closet and fetch one of your belts so that I can whip this little streak of insubordination out of you."

That jolted me back to my senses. I immediately dropped to my knees and crawled over to my wife.

As soon as I was kneeling in front of her, Kelly leaned forward and patted my head. "That's a good boy. It hurts me to yell at you and it will hurt me even more if I have to punish you, but it does appear that I am going to have to spend some time training you. Dicklet honey, it really is important for a slave to know how to behave properly when he's in the presence of his superiors."

Extending her right leg, Kelly pushed her foot into my face and rubbed my nose with her toes. "Kiss my foot slaveboy." She giggled. "Show me that you understand exactly how a submissive little wimp like you should treat a woman."

Obediently, I cradled Kelly's offered foot in my hands. She cooed with delight when she felt me kissing and licking her toes. "That's right slaveboy, make love to my feet."

Kelly closed her eyes. Her breathing seemed to be deeper and a bit quicker. She had an excited smile on her face. I wasn't sure if it was the stimulating touch of my tongue on her toes or the thrill of knowing that she could make me humble myself like this for her own enjoyment. It was probably a combination of the two. In any case, my wife's reaction left little doubt that she was enjoying herself.

After a moment Kelly opened her eyes and looked down at me. There was an arrogant smirk on her face. "Dicklet, you're not worth much as a lover, but I have to admit that you do make an excellent toe licker."

Kelly was being relentless in her efforts to humiliate and degrade me. I smiled to myself. She did warn me before we started and this was exactly what I'd been fantasizing about for the past several years.

As soon as I was done with her toes Kelly pushed her foot back into my face. "Now clean the bottom."

My entire body tingled with excitement. I was living a submissive masochists wet dream. I eagerly licked every crease and crevasse on the sole of Kelly's foot with fastidious care. As soon as I was finished I continued on to the top of her foot.

Once that was done I started on her toes again, but my wife quickly stopped me. "That was very good slave." She pulled her foot out of my hands, set it down on the floor and extended her other leg. "That one is done, now you can focus your attention on this one."

I licked her other foot with equal diligence. When I was finished Kelly smiled approvingly and said, "Very good Dicklet. You're not much of a man, but with a little work I may be able to turn you into an adequate slave.

I smiled. My wife was being very creative in her efforts to belittle me.

Kelly rolled over onto her stomach. "It's time to give me a massage."

This was something I'd been doing for Kelly since we first met. I was actually very good at giving massages and she always seemed to enjoy them.

"Ms. Mason."

"Yes Dicklet."

"May I please have permission to get up on the bed next to you?"

"Yes Dicklet, you may."

As I was standing up Kelly said, "Dicklet, that was polite and respectful. When a slave is in the presence of a superior he must always ask for permission before sitting on a bed or for that matter any piece of furniture. I'll expect you to take particular care to be mindful of that while Mr. Kendricks is here this evening."

"Yes Ms. Mason, I'll remember."

Kelly smiled and then she said, "Dicklet, I want a nice long massage. Pay close attention to the muscles around my neck and shoulders. The events of the past few days have created a lot of tension there."

I spent the next several minutes massaging Kelly's taut muscles. I worked hard and I could tell from the slow relaxed rhythm of her breathing that my efforts were having the desired effect on her. Of course Kelly was naked and rubbing her soft beautiful body was also having an effect on me and it wasn't relaxing.

As I gave Kelly her massage I recognized that this was going to be an evening filled with not only sexual energy and excitement, but also profound frustration. I was certain that Chris and Kelly would be enjoying multiple orgasms. Judging from my wife's current attitude, I was equally certain that she planned to deny me any opportunity for release at all. The submissive masochist in me viewed this realization with excitement and anticipation, but fear and trepidation were creeping into the back of my mind. Tonight was going to be an adventure, but it was also going to be an ordeal.

Kelly opened her eyes and glanced at the alarm clock on the table next to her bed. It was 5:45. She rolled over and smiled at me. "Timmy it's time to put the potatoes in the oven."

I stopped my wife's massage and popped up. Kelly's abrupt transformation from dominate she-devil to helpful housewife had startled me.

A bit flustered, I barely managed to stammer out; "Yes Ms. Mason, right away. Thank you for noticing the time."

I quickly ran into the kitchen. I'd already washed and poked the potatoes so all I had to do was place them in the oven. While I was doing that I took the opportunity to check the roast. Once I'd ascertained that it was cooking nicely I closed the oven door and hurried back to the bedroom.

When I returned my wife was lying on her back. Her head was propped up by several pillows. There was a distant expression on her face. Her mind seemed to be preoccupied with something.

When she heard me walk into the bedroom Kelly looked up at me. She didn't smile or offer any acknowledgment of my return. She just looked at me. I watched her. She appeared to be studying me. I was puzzled.

After a moment Kelly said, "Check". And then patting the spot on the bed next to her, she added; "Please come over and sit by me Timmy."

Now feeling even more confused about what was happening I walked over to the bed and sat down. I was worried that I may have displeased Kelly in some way.

Noticing my expression of concern, Kelly gently rubbed my thigh and said, "It's okay babydoll. You haven't done anything wrong." She sighed. "In fact, you've been absolutely magnificent."

Kelly paused for a moment and then she said, "No, I'm the one who may have screwed up."

I stared at her.

"Sweetheart, while you were in the kitchen I started to think about the last hour and I realized that I said some things to you that were unbelievably cruel."

I smiled at Kelly. "You mean stuff like; 'Dicklet, you're not much of a man, but with a little work I may be able to turn you into an adequate slave."

Kelly shook her head. "Please forgive me, that was an awful thing to say."

"Did it excite you when you said it?"

"Yes but..." Kelly's voice trailed off to a whisper. "Timmy, I love you more than anyone else in the entire world. Why does it excite me when I say cruel things to you?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. Why does it excite me when I hear you say them?"

Kelly stared at me. After a moment she asked, "Aren't you mad at me?" There was a tremor in her voice and a tear was running down her cheek.

I grabbed a tissue from Kelly's bedside table and gently wiped the tear away. "No, not at all. Kelly honey, I don't know why we're the way we are, we just are." I patted her leg. "It's a good thing we found each other."

She smiled at me. "Yes it is."

"Sweetheart, before we started you warned me that you were going to say some very cruel things to me. You also took great care to remind me that this was just a game and that you actually loved and respected me more than any man you've ever met. There were a couple of times in the last hour that I had to remember those words, but I did and I was fine."

I shook my head. "No that's not true. I wasn't fine."

Kelly's expression of hope quickly returned to a look of anguish.

I leaned over, kissed her cheek and whispered into her ear. "I wasn't fine because I was so excited that I almost burst."

Kelly laughed and then she grabbed my nipple and gave it a vicious twist. "You bum! Don't scare me like that."

I winked at her. "I'll stop scaring you when you start paying attention to the assurances you gave me before we started playing. Kelly honey, this is a game, but it's a game laced with conflicting messages. At times you're going to be saying things to me that we both know are blatantly untrue." I chuckled. "You wouldn't be a very good dom if all you did was pat me on the head and tell me how much you loved me."

"Timmy are you sure this is what you want?"

"Yes, but only if it's what you want too. Is it?"

Kelly stared at me. "Why does that matter?"

"Because part of the pleasure I get from the pain and humiliation you inflict on me comes from knowing that I'm submitting to this torture for your amusement. Did you enjoy the last hour?"

My wife thought for a moment and then she quietly said, "Yes I did. The last hour was unbelievably exciting, but..." Kelly paused.

I waited.

Finally she looked at me and said, "Timmy I almost lost you last week. When I realized that you'd actually left me I wanted to die. Babydoll I can't bear the thought of going through life without you."

Closing her eyes, Kelly whispered; "I think I might love this game too much. I'm terrified that I'm going to lose control while we're playing and say or do something that will make you hate me forever."

I picked up my wife's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Kelly honey, think about this. A week ago I discovered that you were cheating on me. Yesterday I learned that you weren't just cheating, you were actually working as a corporate escort. You were not only having sex with several different men a week, you were also going to dinner parties where you put on live sex shows. Tomorrow you have an appointment to see your old boss. The two of you are going to discuss the possibility of your returning to work at that job. If your discussions are successful, you will very shortly be back to regularly having sex with other men and putting on live sex shows at parties."

I smiled at her. "if our marriage can survive that I don't think calling me a few nasty names as part of a game is going to be a significant issue."

Kelly grinned at me. "Timothy Jamieson, as usual, you are very adept at putting problems in perspective."

I kissed her. "You did an excellent job of reassuring me before we started playing this game. That was helpful for me. We also have a safe word. I'm confident that if you ever do get too excited and lose control, the safe word will be all I'll need to bring you back to reality. Kelly, you're a passionate woman, but you're not crazy."

Kelly laughed. "You have more confidence in my capacity for self restraint than I do."

"I believe that it is possible that you might get swept away by the moment and end up doing something that I'd find unpleasant, uncomfortable or maybe even painful; but I do not believe that you would ever even consider deliberately doing something that would cause me emotional or physical harm."

Kelly nodded. "You're right, I would never do anything like that."

"So we really don't have anything to worry about, do we?"

She sighed. "No Timmy, I guess we don't."

"Do you feel better now?"

Kelly smiled. "Yes, I do."

"Would you like to start playing the game again?"

"Are you sure you want to?"

I chuckled. "Ahhhh yes, very much."

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

Kelly shook her head. "Timmy I just don't see how you can possibly be enjoying this."

"Is that what this is all about? You still don't understand me?"

"No! That's not it at all."

"Kelly?"

"Well maybe, I mean....I don't know."

It was clear that Kelly was still struggling with my masochism. I needed to think of another way to explain it to her. I thought for a moment and then I said, "Kelly, today I saw you lick Tonya's pussy."

"Yes."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Sure, I always enjoy it. It's fun and kind of different. It's a nice change of pace."

"Are you ready to give up men and only have women as sex partners?"

"Of course not. I love cocks, I'd never want to give them up."

"But there are women who decide to do just that."

"And that doesn't make any sense to me at all. Why would they ever..." Kelly stopped in mid sentence. For a moment she stared at the floor. Finally she sighed and said, "Okay Timmy, maybe I do understand." She laughed. "Or at least I understand that I don't understand and I'll probably never understand."

I smiled. "And there's the rub. I don't believe that you'll ever be able to understand why pain and humiliation excite me and I doubt that I'll ever be able to understand why it excites you to hurt and humiliate me or why acting like a slut drives you so wild. I think it probably has to do with how we're wired. "