Rachel Goes Back to School Ch. 04

"Rachel informed me she was thinking about quitting the program," he announced after we completed the pleasantries.

"Did she?" I responded, caught off guard but not completely surprised.

"Yes, she told me just an hour ago. You know I have her in a class again and I was looking forward to the semester. She didn't elaborate but I felt I knew her reason and wanted to make this call," he explained.

"Okay," I responded, unsure if I wanted to delve into the matter.

"She is one of our top students. It would be such a shame to lose her," he said and when I didn't reply, he continued, "Could we meet? I think face to face would be far better than over the phone."

I declined several times but the man was persistent, continually delivering the message about Rachel's academic competence, and he finally wore me down. We arranged to meet at his home the following afternoon, agreeing that it would be best to keep it just between us.

"Welcome," the professor said in his deep, accented voice when he opened the door. I followed him to the living area where he already had two glasses of wine poured and as he handed me the drink, he offered, "Anna, unfortunately, is still at the school so she won't be joining us."

"I see," I replied suddenly feeling foolish for agreeing to meet the man.

"Let me show you something," he replied, undeterred by my vague response.

He led me down the hallway that I knew ended at his garage dungeon and I became more confused with each step about what he had in mind. As we stepped through the opening, I prepared for a shock from some display, half-expecting to find his wife strung up naked. Instead, the space was empty and without pause, he stepped to the bench we had used with Rachel.

"I've made some modifications since the last time you were here..." he started.

"Look, what's this about? I thought we were meeting to discuss my wife's situation at school?" I interrupted, annoyed by his manner.

"Of course, of course..." he answered, seemingly unperturbed by my brusqueness, and then continued, "Rachel is an outstanding part of our program. Everyone agrees and I think you would agree, too. However, her participation rests with you which means there must be a way you benefit."

"I'm lost," I declared, confused by his message.

"Let me explain then," he answered and when I nodded, he said, "Of course, I surmise that her situation has something to do with her sexual behavior. I don't know the details but when you were here last it seemed due to Rachel's...unsanctioned actions and not the fact, she had taken a lover. She indeed needed punishment for that and I'm certain I witnessed you enjoying it. So, I think there is an opportunity to continue...expanding her training and I'm offering this space."

"It's more complicated. She did it again...with the man after promising not to," I responded, and as soon as the words left my lips, I wondered what had possessed me to confide in him.

A wicked smile appeared on his face and after staring at me for several seconds, he said, "She really is a dirty little slut."

A flash of anger hit me that I managed to hold back and I replied, "Okay, we're done."

"Yes, you are correct. I went too far. My apologies. I just don't think you appreciate what it means to have such a beautiful, intelligent, and charming wife who is also...playful. Such an amazing opportunity!" he answered enthusiastically.

Suddenly, it all seemed comedic and I started to shake my head as a wry smile came to my face. Dr. Kott took it as interest and his attention returned to the bench.

"Here...look what I've done. The table is now adjustable. Imagine Rachel's lovely ass lifted before you as you select the device for her punishment," he said, practically giggling with excitement.

For a moment, my thoughts did return to the evening when we strapped her in the device. Helpless and immobile before me, I had exacted some revenge for her deceit with Larry. Then, my vision morphed to the professor's heavy cock sliding out of her drooling pussy with the shimmering wetness providing clear evidence as to how far he had plumbed.

"I've lost all trust in her. I told her to do what she wanted but I wasn't going to involve myself," I told him, once again feeling odd for doing so.

"Come, let's sit and talk," he suggested as he stepped towards the door.

I followed the man and for the next hour, I let him make the case for encouraging my wife's sexual behavior. Repeatedly, he explained that I shouldn't view anything that had occurred as a threat to our relationship. Further, he considered her indiscretions with Larry as a positive thing as they illustrated the depths of her naughty nature. His counsel was to support and guide her while providing punishment when needed.

"It's not normal behavior to have a...a wife like that," I said.

"Normal? No, certainly not but normal is dull. Normal leads to sex once a month and a dowdy woman. This will lead to so much more," he countered.

"She wants to get pregnant," I said, offering even more personal information.

He thought for a moment and then replied, "More likely she wants to be made pregnant. There's a difference."

I nodded my head, deciding not to share my vasectomy and the suspect results of the attempt at reversal. He launched off again but it was essentially a return to the same proposal so after a few minutes I stopped him.

"Look, if she hadn't lied to me...maybe I could see it your way but that mountain is too high. She betrayed my trust and I would always fear she would do it again," I said.

"Yes, understandable and the distance makes it a compelling issue," he conceded and I watched as he went into thought for a few seconds before adding, "I have nothing more to offer but I urge you to think about what I said."

"I will," I replied perfunctorily and stood to leave.

"Perhaps, you could put some cameras in the apartment to watch her. The technology is good and quite cheap," he suggested.

"My personal caged bad girl?" I asked, sensing his direction.

"Yes! Exactly!" he responded loudly and then quickly added, "I can send you some information on the cameras. I have several in the dungeon."

"You have cameras in there? Did you film Rachel?" I asked nervously.

"Of course! Would you like a copy?" he asked shamelessly.

"I want you to destroy the video. Today...as soon as I leave," I stated firmly.

"I see. If you like, I will do that," he agreed, and then asked, "Would you like a copy first?"

"Yes," I said unable to hold back my smile.

The professor efficiently found and copied the video of Rachel onto a flash drive. Once finished, we walked together towards the front door, and just as I prepared to leave, he dropped a bombshell.

"I understand your daughter and Josh became acquainted," he said cavalierly.

My entire body flushed and it felt like my temperature spiked twenty degrees, however, I managed to regain control, and needing to determine what he knew, I asked, "What did he tell you?"

It didn't seem to faze the man at all that he was discussing the sex life of my daughter and with a smile, he replied, "Quite intense...and frequent. He described her as extremely sexual."

"I see," I answered, now just wanting to leave.

"The experience piqued his interest about Rachel. To see if it's the bloodline," he smiled broadly.

"Okay...I think that's enough," I countered which brought a quick nod.

"You might also want to know that she was quite suspicious of the handyman and her mother," he informed me.

"Why? What did she say?" I probed, openly showing my concern.

"I'm not certain. It's just what Josh mentioned. Anything more would need to come from him," he explained.

I think he finally realized his awkward mention of Lizzie's sex life had put a damper on our interaction as his demeanor suddenly became sullen. Minutes later, I was on the highway with my mind bouncing between his guidance on Rachel and the message about my daughter. With regards to Lizzie, it wasn't her time with Josh that bothered me as, like her mother said, she hadn't done anything different than most girls her age. Rather, my concern focused on the discovery that she held suspicions about Larry. Fortunately, she had exited the cobweb of connections and I hoped the sensory overload from the start of university would consume her thoughts.

Then, there was the message from Dr. Kott about my wife. Boiling it down, his guidance was to encourage but control Rachel's sexual escapades. Let her be a bad girl, a slut while stepping in when necessary and in doing so I would experience a more fulfilling sex life. Now, away from the man, it seemed insane and the fact that I had patiently listened to him for over an hour only compounded the craziness.

Although late for dinner, Rachel had kept some food warm and I could tell by her behavior she was troubled. Of course, I knew from Professor Kott the subject of her distress but I played dumb and it took until we were preparing for bed for her to bring it up.

"I'm thinking about quitting school," she spat out.

"The graduate program?" I clarified.

"Yes," she answered.

"Why?" I asked, wanting to hear how she would explain it.

"Because we can't go on like this. It's best for our marriage," she replied.

The sacrifice she was prepared to make was by no means trivial and for a moment I felt sympathy for her situation. Then, I remembered that she had created it on her own after receiving a lot of freedom.

"I see," I answered vaguely wanting to hear the rest.

"Do you agree?" she asked.

Knowing the conversation might occur, I had given it some thought and offered my prepared answer, "If you can do it without being bitter, then maybe it's a good idea. If not, it's just trading one issue for another."

Rarely, had I been able to communicate so succinctly with Rachel and the message made her pause before she gathered her thoughts and replied, "Let's think about it then."

Both of us slept fitfully, her from the idea of ending her graduate studies and me because of the conversation I had with the professor. Her offer, even though I knew it might be coming, had felt profound as she stood stoically before me and for some strange reason now made the professor's message feel more compelling. We barely spoke the next morning and as soon as she left to teach her classes, I raced to the computer and shoved in the flash drive.

Dr. Kott had cut it well and there were only a few seconds of dead air before we entered the garage. Enthralled, I relived my wife's disrobing, securing her to the bench, the spanking, the switch we made with me moving to Anna, my increasing aggressiveness with the Polish woman, and the moment Dr. Kott began to lower his pants. Since I had only caught him when they were off, I watched intently as he removed them while taking rapid looks over his shoulder towards me. The quality of the video was decent but the audio poor and the camera distance meant it lacked subtle details. Still, I had my memory and each second of recording prompted a high-fidelity flashback. When he placed his cock on Rachel's ass, I vividly recalled seeing her contorted face and the drool that coated the rubber ball, and when he slowly fed the thick shaft into her wet hole, I realized I now had a raging erection.

"Have you thought about it?" Rachel asked that evening when we were alone, and before I could reply, she said, "The deadline is this week to get our money back."

"I have thought about it," I said and paused for a moment before adding, "I think if you stop, you'll resent me. We'll just create another problem."

"So, you want me to continue?" she asked and I could tell she was a bit surprised.

"I'm saying there is no good solution so you might as well continue," I answered.

She gave me a confused look for several seconds as she absorbed my words, then nodded and left for the bedroom. The following Monday, she stayed at the condo for the first time and I couldn't help but wonder what might be occurring. I felt certain she wouldn't connect with Larry but it still weighed on me which made me realize that my declarations of indifference were flawed. Plus, the words of the professor kept repeating in my head which made me antsy.

I didn't speak with Rachel that evening and when she arrived home the next day, she said it had been a routine trip. However, when she returned to the city on Wednesday, I got a call from her just before nine.

"Larry knocked on the door. I wanted to tell you...I want you to know," she announced almost immediately.

"Did you let him in?" I asked.

"No, we talked at the door...just at the door," she answered nervously.

"What did you discuss?" I probed.

"He...he wanted to know how I was doing. I told him things were over and to leave me alone," she explained.

"I see. Well, it's your deal. Do what you want," I replied wanting to maintain the indifferent illusion.

"That's bullshit. You don't mean that," she fired back.

The force of her response caught me off guard and I was silent for a moment before I asked, "What were you wearing?"

"Jeans and a blouse," she responded, and then added, "The robe is in the closet. I don't wear it anymore."

"Do what you want..." I started to reiterate.

"No! We're going to talk," she demanded.

"Okay, we'll talk but not now. Tomorrow," I replied.

Placated by my agreement, her voice relaxed and after discussing the kids for a few minutes, the call ended. However, after thinking some more about the upcoming talk, I decided it would be better to hold it away from the house where there would be no distractions, as it would likely set the direction of our relationship for some time.

Rachel showed purpose from the moment she entered the house and it made me suspect she had managed to get herself worked up in the car on the drive home. As soon as we finished dinner and our son disappeared, she motioned towards the bedroom and I dutifully followed.

"We need to talk...to get things sorted," she began with a determined expression.

"Rachel, I talked with your mom and she agreed to stay here tomorrow so we can go to the city. I think it would be best if we were away from distractions," I replied.

"Really?" she asked, truly surprised.

"Yes, we'll leave tomorrow afternoon after you finish your teaching," I said.

The idea put a spring in my wife's step as she guessed that I had something romantic in mind. It was still there the following morning and later, on the drive, she was almost giddy. I didn't try to dissuade her mood but wondered how she would react when I delivered my message. We made a brief stop at the condo and then went to dinner at her favorite bistro. Afterward, I drove to a bar as I didn't want to run the risk of her distracting me with a sensual come on.

"Are you ready to talk?" I asked after we found a quiet table.

"You remember last time we were here?" she asked.

It took me a moment and then I recalled that it was the same place we had landed after I called Larry to the condo unannounced.

"That was a long time ago," I said and then added, "You were the one mad then."

"Yes, I was livid," she agreed, and then as a smile appeared on her face, she noted, "And I forgave you."

I thought about her words and tried to determine whether they hurt or helped the message I planned to deliver, but as the silence grew awkward, I decided to just march forward.

"Rachel, you've been really bad and you damaged our trust. You told me it made you excited and since it happened twice, I can only conclude it's a powerful force within you. Something you can't or don't want to control," I started.

"You make me sound possessed," she replied as she looked at me in confusion, and then countered, "You're not perfect in this...you gave permission and...pushed. Then let Professor Kott...put it in."

"We've talked about this multiple times. You know it's about the deceit...the sneaking," I clarified and then added, "Oh, and since you brought up Dr. Kott, you want to know what he thinks?"

"What do you mean? Have you talked to him?" she asked in surprise.

"Yes, the afternoon you told him you might be dropping out," I explained, leaving out the trip to the city.

"What? What did he say?" she asked.

"He said you were a dirty little slut," I replied in a low voice.

"No...he wouldn't say that," she said in shock.

"That's exactly what he said but he meant it as a compliment...a positive. He said it was very rare to have such a beautiful, charming, and sophisticated woman that's so naughty. His suggestion to me was to nurture your...sluttiness," I said purposefully pushing for a reaction.

"I don't like that word," she said after several seconds, and then said, "Where are you going with all this?"

Deciding the time had come, I looked her squared in the eye and answered, "Rachel, you're going to be my slut. Since I can't seem to hold you back, I'm going to take Dr. Kott's advice and let you be what you want...what's inside you."

"You're not funny," she responded.

"I'm not trying to be. I'm completely serious," I said, trying to hold a stern expression.

"I'm not going to..." she began before I interrupted.

"Then no condo. If you want the condo that's the deal," I said.

Fire appeared in her eyes and she stared intently at me for what seemed an eternity before she answered, "That's not fair."

"Not up for debate," I replied.

Again, her eyes bore into mine and I could tell the wheels were turning in her head before she asked, "And if the condo goes? What about at home?"

"At home, you are wife and mother only," I replied.

"You'll be nice and make love to me? Forgive me?" she probed.

"Yes," I confirmed.

More silence ensued before she asked, "What does it mean exactly? I don't understand."

"It means that you will exist to please me sexually. You'll put all your efforts into looking, dressing, and acting in a manner I find pleasing. No excessive sun, no gardening, and only light housework. We'll get Sophie to come more often to clean. You'll go to the salon weekly for your hair and nails, get massages often, and find a personal trainer," I said and then paused for her reaction.

A smile appeared on her face and she replied, "That's all? Sign me up!"

"There's more..." I said, and as her expression changed, I explained, "You'll get new clothes that are in keeping with your changed status. No clothes in the condo...ever! You'll never wear a bra or panties without my permission. When you displease me, I intend to punish you appropriately."

Her eyebrows furrowed as she looked at me and she whined, "Why are you being so mean?"

A sad look appeared on her face that I immediately recognized as her standard approach to make me feel guilty. The scheme had served her well in the past, as usually, she managed to put me on the defensive. Fortunately, I had prepared myself, anticipating the move.

"Because you fucked Larry behind my back," I responded, purposefully being inflammatory.

My voice was loud enough for others to hear and Rachel quickly glanced around to see if anyone had noticed.

"What else?" she asked with a defeated sigh.

"I plan on marking you," I informed her.

I had toyed with the idea of a tattoo as a symbol of her status but the permanence made it unappealing. However, I wanted something so I finally landed on a piercing and after debating where to put it for several days, I finally decided I would just get two -- one in her nipple and the other in her clit. It meant there would be some sexual downtime while she healed but I convinced myself the wait might build tension.

"What?" she asked, openly worried.

"Piercings. Your nipple and your clit," I explained.

"No...that will hurt. No...it might damage me," she protested.

"That's the deal. You can choose not to and drive back and forth for school," I replied with a tone of finality.