Courtesan Ch. 20

I nodded. "Yes, before Kelly made the decision to return to JTandR she was considering becoming an escort. I had the same concerns and we both quickly realized that working for the firm does mostly eliminate those worries."

I thought for a moment and then I said, "Okay, you believe that the overwhelming evidence the detective gathered about your mother's infidelity and the DNA report proving that you weren't your father's biological daughter were the two factors that spurred him to divorce your mother."

Mandy glanced over at me. "There's one more."

"What is it?"

"In our culture a man isn't a real man if he allows his wife to sleep with other men."

"That is true." I smiled at Mandy. "I guess that makes me a wimp."

Mandy laughed. "Well you are a wimp, but not because you're going to let another man fuck your wife tonight."

I rolled my eyes. "Thanks. I appreciate that little boost to my ego."

Mandy reached over and patted my knee. "You know I'm just teasing you. I think you're a very strong man. In fact I hope that someday my father will have the opportunity to meet you and talk to you about the cuckold lifestyle you lead."

"Why do you say that?" And then it suddenly dawned on me. I looked at Mandy. "You think your father gathered and saved all those pictures and videos of your mother and her lovers because they excited him."

"That's right."

"He only divorced your mother because of the anger and hurt he felt when he saw the DNA evidence proving that you weren't his biological daughter."

"Maybe, but he still waited for six more months. I believe that he eventually divorced my mother because he was convinced that it was the only way a real man could respond. I don't think he's ever looked at porn on the Internet, so he doesn't know anything about the cuckold lifestyle. The only support group he had were the macho assholes at his office who urged him to 'throw the bitch out!'. He didn't want to do that, but ultimately he was confronted with the choice of either divorcing my mother or admitting to himself and the men around him that he was nothing but a pathetic wimp."

Mandy shook her head. "All my father needed was a different support group. A group that would have validated his true feelings about my mother's infidelity. She never stopped loving him and she was telling the truth when she told him that her affairs were just meaningless fun. I would love to have him meet you. You could tell him about how you used to write stories describing what Kelly was doing while she was out with another guy." Mandy giggled. "I'll bet they were pretty hot."

I nodded. "They were."

"Do you still have them?"

"Yes."

"Could I read them?"

"Of course."

Mandy glanced over at me. There was a serious expression in her eyes. "Timmy I know that if my father could just learn to acknowledge and accept his true feelings about my mothers affairs, they could reconcile and get together again."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Timmy I'd give up everything I have if it would make that happen."

"Why don't you try showing him the cuckold web sites?"

Mandy thought about that. After a moment she said; "I don't know Timmy, looking at porn with my father would feel kind of creepy."

"Think about it Mandy. He already knows that you were a nude dancer and a professional escort. He must understand that you're a very sexual person. Explain to him that for you and your mother sex is like tennis or golf. It's just a recreational pastime. That might make it easier for the two of you to discuss it. Tell him that your experiences have given you a broad insight into the variety of ways that people view and enjoy sex. Let him know that you don't believe that there's anything wrong with his feelings of excitement when he thinks about your mother and another man."

I smiled at Mandy. "At first you'll have to go very slowly. You'll want to try to establish an open attitude about sex with him."

"But Timmy he's my father."

"So you'll have to be very careful to maintain some strict boundaries in your discussions. You'll also have to subtly reassure him that you're not trying to breach the limits of an appropriate father daughter relationship. Somehow you're going to have to convince him that for you, talking about sex is just as mundane as discussing baseball or football."

Mandy nodded. She was thinking about my suggestions.

"Does he ever talk to your mother?"

"Yes, they've actually reestablished a cordial relationship. They talk on the telephone at least once a week."

"Tell your mother what you plan to do. Maybe she can help. Does she know about the cuckold web sites?"

"I don't think so."

"You might want to show them to her."

Mandy was silent. For almost a full minute she just stared at the road ahead of us. Finally she glanced over at me and smiled. "Thank you Timmy, I actually believe this might work."

I decided that it was time to talk about something a little less serious. I playfully asked Mandy, "When did you first realize that you were a submissive?"

She glanced over at me. The abrupt change of topic had startled her.

I put up my hand. "I'm sorry, that question was maybe a little too impetuous."

Mandy shook her head. "No it was okay. I'm glad you asked." She giggled. "Being a submissive really is fun, isn't it?"

I nodded. "Yes it is, but I think you have to be a submissive to feel that way. Kelly accepts the fact that I enjoy being dominated, but she's completely unable to comprehend why.

Mandy shrugged. "Your wife is a top, we're bottoms. That's just the way we're made."

I laughed. "Kelly likes to say that she's always thankful that she was born as a superior. She feels that life is much easier for her."

Mandy smiled at me. "I suppose she's right. After all, you do wait on her hand and foot." Mandy giggled. "Life might be easier for Kelly and Martin, but I think it's much more exciting for you and me."

I grinned at her and then I repeated my question. "So when did you figure out that you were a bottom?"

Mandy thought for a moment. Finally she said, "As soon as I started having sex, I realized that I loved giving head."

"That doesn't make you a bottom. Kelly loves sucking cocks every bit as much as you do."

"Yes, but that's because your wife is in love with cocks. Holding them, kissing them, putting them in her mouth; it's all wonderful for her. I feel the same way, but for me there's more. I also get a thrill out of giving pleasure without getting anything in return."

I nodded. "That's how I feel about licking a woman's pussy."

Mandy giggled. "It's fun to talk to someone who really understands."

"So when did you know? I found out from Internet porn sites. The first time I encountered a site featuring dominant women I knew. It was captivating. I was completely enthralled. After that I spent all my time searching for more information and eagerly devoured everything I found. I met Kelly about a year later and I think we both immediately sensed our predilections."

"The two of you do fit together very well. You're almost like ying and yang."

"All right, tell me. When did you realize that you were a sub."

"It was while I was working as an escort in Las Vegas. An extremely wealthy man hired me for an evening. Only he didn't want an evening of dining, dancing and sex he wanted something else. He was having two very close friends and their dates over for a dinner party. He wanted me to be there as his sex slave. He offered to pay me ten thousand dollars for the night."

I whistled. "That was a lot of money for one night's work."

"It certainly was. At first I was a little leery. I'd heard stories about awful things happening to girls. I asked around and learned that he wasn't a total freak so I agreed as long as he would grant me one provision."

"What was that?"

"I had to be allowed to slip off and make a telephone call to one of my girlfriends every hour."

"Did he agree?"

"Yes, so I accepted the date."

"What happened?"

"Timmy it was an incredible night. When I got to his house Caldwell had an outfit ready for me to wear."

"Caldwell? Are you talking about Caldwell Brunner?"

"Yes I am."

"He owns..."

"Yes he does."

"He's a billionaire."

Mandy smiled. "Yes he is. He's also a very good friend of mine."

"Okay, tell me about the dinner party."

"As I was saying, when I got to his house he had an outfit ready for me."

She laughed. "Although it really was stretch to call it an outfit. He had me put on red satin cupless bra, and..."

"A cupless bra?"

"Yes, a brassiere without any cups."

"So your breasts were fully exposed."

"That's right."

"I've never seen anything like that."

"Your wife has several."

I quietly said, "I gather that my wife has a number of sexy outfits I've never seen."

Mandy patted my knee. "Don't worry Timmy, over the next few weeks I guarantee you that Kelly is going to make sure that you see her in everyone of her sexy outfits." She giggled. "And tonight you're going to get to see me in a cupless bra. I plan to wear one to the dinner party."

"You mean your breasts are going to be exposed tonight?"

Mandy laughed. "Timmy, Kelly's right. You really are priceless. Yes, my breasts are going to be exposed tonight and I'm quite certain that they won't be the only ones on display. Babydoll this evening you're going to be in titty heaven."

I smiled at Mandy. "You just called me Babydoll."

"Kelly said we could. Was that all right with you?"

I nodded. "Yes, I liked it."

"All right back to my story. The rest of my outfit was a very short red mesh skirt and a diamond studded black leather dog collar."

"Mesh? That means you could see through it."

"Yes."

"Did you wear panties?"

"No and Caldwell specifically asked me to be sure that my pussy was freshly shaved."

"So both your breasts and your pussy were exposed."

"Yes."

"And you were wearing a dog collar."

"A diamond studded dog collar. Caldwell let me keep it. I'll wear it tonight."

"Wow!"

Mandy giggled. "It was pretty hot."

"What were you wearing for shoes?"

"None, I was barefoot. Caldwell told me that I was a slave and slaves don't get to wear shoes."

"What happened when the guests arrived."

"Caldwell led me into his living room on a leash. There were two couples there. Two very distinguished looking men who appeared to be in their mid forties and two very attractive women in their early thirties. The women were dressed in elegant cocktail dresses and Caldwell and the other two men were wearing sports jackets and ties."

"So you were nearly naked in a room with five fully clothed people."

"Wearing a collar and a leash."

"Tell me more."

"Caldwell made me kneel at his feet while the five of them had cocktails."

"But you didn't get a cocktail."

"No, of course not; I was a slave. Slaves aren't allowed to drink in the presence of their superiors."

I smiled at Mandy. "This is very exciting."

"It gets better. At dinner I was required to kneel on the floor next to Caldwell's chair. While he and his guests talked and ate, he occasionally fed me scraps from his plate."

"He has was treating you like a dog."

Mandy breathlessly answered, "Yes he was."

"That was the moment you realized that you were a submissive masochist, wasn't it?"

She nodded. "I was so excited. I was dripping wet."

"What happened after dinner?"

"We retired to an intimate parlor on the second floor of Caldwell's mansion. Three padded leather club chairs had been placed side by side in a semicircle at one end of the room. In the middle of the room there was a small wooden dance floor and a double bed. At a bar in the corner a butler was pouring three glasses of cognac."

Mandy glanced over at me. "Caldwell led me up to the room on my leash. The two women had disappeared. He and the two men sat down in the club chairs. As he sat down Caldwell pointed at the floor in front of him and ordered me to kneel. I complied immediately. Once the men were comfortable the butler brought each of them a glass of cognac. A moment later he returned with a box of cigars. As the men were lighting their cigars the butler walked across the room and pushed a button on the stereo system. An old rhythm and blues song started playing."

Mandy bit her lower lip. This memory was obviously very exciting for her. "Caldwell took a long drag on his cigar. As he exhaled he looked down at me and told me to unzip his pants and start sucking his dick. He was being deliberately crude. While I was taking Caldwell's cock out of his pants the two women walked into the room and started dancing. As they danced they began stripping off their clothes."

Mandy took a deep breath. "I sucked Caldwell's cock while he smoked his cigar and watched the women dance. He wasn't big, but that didn't matter to me. He was my master. I worked as hard as I possibly could. I desperately wanted to please him."

I smiled at Mandy. She smiled back at me. We didn't have to say anything. She knew that I understood.

"I glanced over my shoulder so that I could see what the women were doing. They were naked and kissing. I watched as they lay down on the bed and started making out. Caldwell passed my leash to the man on his right and told me to crawl over to him and suck his cock. I did as I was told. Behind me I could hear the sounds of the two women making love. After several minutes my leash was passed back to Caldwell. He pulled me over to him and then he passed my leash to the man on his left and told me to crawl over to him and suck his cock. As I was putting the third man's cock into my mouth I could hear one of the women having an orgasm."

Mandy looked at me. "Timmy for the next half hour the three men passed me back and forth between them while they watched the two women make love. I was enthralled. Time had lost all meaning for me. All I wanted to do was please my masters."

I nodded to Mandy. "I understand."

Mandy smiled and then she continued her story. "Finally Caldwell clapped his hands and told the women to stop. As they stood up he handed my leash to the man on his right and told him to take me to the bed and use me any way he wanted. While that man was leading me over to the bed Caldwell turned to the man on his left and invited him to join us."

I looked at Mandy. "What happened?"

"Timmy the two men took their clothes off. Once they were undressed they spent the next hour taking turns fucking my pussy, my mouth and my ass while the two naked women sucked and licked Caldwell's cock."

I took a deep breath. "That's an amazing story."

Mandy nodded. "Yes it is."

"How did the evening end?"

"After the two men and two women were gone Caldwell told me to get dressed. While I was putting on my clothes he asked me if I'd enjoyed myself. I told him that it had been the most exciting night of my entire life. Caldwell handed me a hundred hundred dollar bills. As I took the money he asked me if I'd like to do it again. I told him that I would. He smiled and offered me a hundred thousand dollars if I'd live as his sex slave for an entire month. I asked him when he'd like me to start. That night I slept on a rug next to his bed. I stayed with him for two months. I didn't make him pay me anything for the second month."

I shook my head. "Mandy that must have been an incredible experience."

She smiled. "It was, but the story's not quite finished."

"All right."

"While I was with Caldwell I met a number of his business friends." She giggled. "Actually I did a lot more than just meet them."

I laughed. "I can only imagine."

"One of Caldwell's closest business friends happened to be Martin Jackson. Martin visited Caldwell several times while I was with him. Near the end of my second month with Caldwell, he and Martin sat down with me in Caldwell's office. Martin asked me if I'd be interested in a position with his firm. He explained that they employed several women whose sole job was to entertain their business clients. He offered me a very generous base salary, a retirement program, health insurance and the opportunity to earn bonuses. Most importantly, he offered me the chance to belong to a group."

Mandy glanced over at me. "Timmy, working as a nude dancer and an escort had been a very lonely life. Living with Caldwell was wonderful, but neither of us wanted to make a long term commitment. I needed a place to go. The prospect of working every day with the same group of people was incredibly attractive. I eagerly accepted Martin's offer."

Mandy grinned at me. "So now you know the answer to both of your questions."

"I'm not sure I understand."

"You started this conversation by asking me how I became a hostess. Later you asked me when I first realized that I was submissive. Now you know."

We grinned at each other.

Kelly had been right. Having Mandy drive me back to the store had been very good idea. We had taken advantage of the opportunity to get to know each other and by the time we arrived at Kirby's Quick Stop I was certain that the two of us were destined to become very close friends.