The Cabin Ch. 04

This is a continuation of a series on Katie and Ken. Chapter four continues the story a year after chapter three ended. In chapters one and two, Ken asks Katie to serve as the Dominant partner in their relationship and she agrees to do so. Chapter three highlights a scene in which Katie both learns more about herself as a Domme and stretches her husband to submit just a bit more to her. Chapter four picks up a year later. I hope you enjoy the read. There is much dialog here and not just a story filled with one sex scene after another as I wanted the reader to understand the psyche of the characters and not just describe sex again and again. I would encourage you to read the earlier chapters to get a feel for where this couple is relationally. I welcome your comments.

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Ken looked into the den where Katie sat staring intently at the laptop as he walked past and into the kitchen.

"We need to talk," she said flatly.

"In a minute, I'm going to wash my hands."

"No! You and I need to talk now!" Her anger stirring.

"What's wrong Katie?"

"Just sit down. I am so pissed at you. I can't believe what you've been doing behind my back."

Ken could feel the heat building inside him when he realized from the tone of her voice and what she was doing that he must not have shut the computer down last night. "She's going to kill me," he thought. He obeyed, sitting opposite her wondering just how much she knew.

"What have you been doing on the web Ken?"

"Nothing. Just checking emails and looking at the usual sports and news sites that I always keep a check on."

"Don't lie to me! Tell me now what you've been doing on here when I have been out of the house?"

"Katie?" He pleaded.

Katie crossed the room to sit next to him. Opening the laptop she thrust it in front of him, letting him stare at his 'friends' on a website she had just learned he had been frequenting. Ken burned with embarrassment and guilt. He couldn't believe he forgot to log-off last evening before going to bed.

"This! What the hell is this? Who are these women? Who is this Susan lady that you've been sending messages to?" Katie fired one question at him after another. She was furious and all she got in return was an expressionless stare from her husband.

"I'm sorry Katie," he finally said. "I really am. I was just talking to these people."

"You mean these women! All of whom are about your age, mind you."

"Yes, they are all women, but it was just talk, nothing more."

"Get out of here. Go sleep somewhere else tonight. I am so disappointed and hurt by what you've done. I can't believe it."

"Katie?" He pleaded again. "Please, let's talk."

She stood staring at him, furious, but considering his proposal. Shaking her head in disgust, she agreed to at least hear him out -- for now at least. "OK, we'll talk but you better answer every question that I have honestly or you are out of here tonight."

Katie and Ken had married a few years ago, after leaving unhappy marriages. They were a middle-age couple in their 50's that had discovered love once more. Ironically, they met through this very same website, so they were both familiar with the potential that there was for things to develop into more than just online chatting with someone living a thousand miles away. That is what hurt Katie so badly. She felt betrayed. She was betrayed; if for nothing more than because he was on here without her knowledge. She felt a mixture of anger and hurt. Pacing back and forth she didn't know if she should smack him across the face or just cry.

"Why? Why did you do this?" She pleaded, her eyes filling with tears.

"I did it just because I wanted to have a little fun, that's all," he said sheepishly.

"Fun?" She shouted. "What does that ring on your finger mean? Does that ring mean you can have fun with.... what are there, 35 friends, and do it without telling me? What's gotten into you?"

"Nothing has gotten into me. I told you I've done nothing more than just write and you can read everything there."

"Oh believe me, I will. I've read some of it already, and you know what? I don't like that you say 'love Ken' when you sign off to Susan. You didn't say it to the others that I've read. What is it about Susan?"

"Katie, there's nothing. It's just that I've talked with her more than the others and felt comfortable enough flirting a bit with her. It didn't go anywhere. It isn't going anywhere."

"No it's not. It's not going anywhere because if it is, you and I are through. So you need to make a choice right now."

"What?"

"Are you going to get off that site right now or not?"

"I will. Give me the laptop and I'll delete my account."

Katie handed him the computer and while he waited for the website to open and was about to close the account when she suddenly grabbed it back.

"No. You don't get off that easy." She paused as she thought through her sudden impulse. "You know what? You aren't going to close this account yet. I'm going to write every one of those women first and then you can close it."

"Why?"

"Because they have a right to know the real you and I intend to tell them." She laid the computer out of his reach and continued to question him regarding his motives and the frequency in which he spent time on the web messaging. Because his job necessitated traveling often, Katie questioned him at length about his alone time away from home and whether or not these were women he was seeing while away.

He reassured her that he hadn't ever friended anyone to set up a meeting and that there was indeed nothing more to these relationships then what she saw on the screen. He tried to put her mind at ease explaining that although he had corresponded with several women fairly frequently, he had no intention of ever meeting them. His only desire was to talk and make friends.

"So when you are away, you don't lay in bed thinking about them and masturbate?"

Katie!" He responded feeling attacked and insulted.

"Answer my question. I've seen you jerk off in the bathroom before, so I know you do that. Do you lie in bed and masturbate thinking about Susan or one of the other women?

"No."

"Never?"

"Never what?"

"Never masturbate?"

"Yes, I've jerked off while away, but if I ever thought of anyone, it was always you - never them. I told you, there is nothing going on here. You are making this whole thing bigger than what it is. They are just online acquaintances, nothing more."

"Don't you remember how we met? Did you forget so quickly? We were just online acquaintances too," she said, making quotation marks with her hands as she said 'acquaintances'. "We started off just like you started off with those 35 women and that scares me."

He just looked at her, trying to make sense of all of this but said nothing.

"Ken, where did things go wrong?" She asked still fuming.

"What do you mean? I still love you Katie just as much as I've ever loved you. Nothing has changed."

"I think things have changed. Wasn't it a little more than a year ago when you professed your undivided allegiance to me? What happened since then?"

"Katie, we've been married for over three years. I professed my love for you then and I still mean it. These were just friends. No different than any other friend that you or I have."

"But they ARE different," she emphasized. "They are different because I didn't know about them; because you deliberately kept them hidden from me."

She started to cry. She stared at him and he could see both sorrow and worry in her eyes. She let the emotional wave of sadness pass before continuing. "You professed your love to me on our wedding day, but you also professed your servitude to me at the cabin. That's what I'm talking about. Then it was 'Mistress Katie'. Then you became not only my loving husband but also the strong man that I love so much who wanted me to lead our relationship, and to whom you wanted to trust, by being my sub. Back then, you told me that you'd do anything for me."

"And I still do. I'll eat your pussy right now if you want Katie."

"Shut up! That's ridiculous. I do not want you anywhere near my pussy right now. I don't even know if I want you in this house."

"Look", Ken interjected as he sensed her hurt escalading into anger once more, "why don't we take time to cool off and then we can talk about this tomorrow. It's getting late anyway."

"I think that might be wise, "she reluctantly agreed, "or I'll end up saying or doing something that we will both regret."

They spoke no more that evening. Ken showered and went to bed soon after, while Katie spent the rest of the night writing messages to his online friends telling them that they were to never contact him again. She explained how upset she was with her husband and told these women how he deceived both them and her by not being upfront and honest. She told them that he was a married man and explained that although each web-friend was most likely a wonderful woman that she was going to end their relationship because it was what was best for him as well as her marriage.

In bed Ken waited for his wife but didn't dare ask her to come before she was good and ready. He had no idea that she was writing emails but he did know he had crossed the line with respect to honoring her and putting her first. But as he lay looking into the darkness, he really couldn't figure out why he had done this. It just kind of happened. It was innocent. He had gone back to the same site where he first met Katie and opened an account and started a profile. Soon after he casually looked for attractive women and friended them. Some responded. Some didn't. Those that did he messaged and develop a relationship. There was nothing more to it than that. He just wasn't sure if Katie believed him.

In the morning when he awoke, Katie was gone. She had apparently come to bed after he had fallen asleep and risen before he woke. He showered and dressed and found a note on the kitchen table.

"Gone for the day. Be back later. Write your girlfriends. Tell them you are sorry. Tell them you were wrong. Tell them you were married. Tell them you got caught. Then tell them GOODBYE! I'm going to check your writing when I get back. Make it good or you will be writing them again."

Katie

Ken sat at his computer and took a deep breath as he sipped his coffee and began his confession. Meanwhile, Katie went grocery shopping and then waited at one of her favorite restaurants for Beth, a longtime friend. The two of them had been meeting for lunch once or twice a month for years and Katie needed her counsel today. Beth was a psychologist by profession dealing mostly with juvenile issues. She had been in practice for many years and Katie considered her as both a friend as well as a woman with wisdom -- something she needed right now. She arrived a few minutes later, finding Katie seated outside under an umbrella and sipping on a glass of wine.

It didn't take Beth long to realize that there was something going on with her. She could see how distracted she was with their lighthearted conversation. Finally she asked. "Is there something that you want to talk about?"

Tears came to her eyes as her emotions got the best of her. Beth remained quiet knowing that she would talk when she was ready. Finally Katie poured her heart out, explaining what she had learned last night and how hurt and angry she was.

"I just don't know what to do Beth. I mean we have, or I thought we had, a great relationship. I love him and I thought he loved me. I just don't know now."

"I think you two need to keep talking. It's normal to be upset and angry. It's how we deal with hurt in our lives. I would expect you to get a little depressed in the days ahead as well. That's all normal stuff."

"Beth, somehow something went wrong. I mean, he worshipped me at one point. There was no one else he'd rather please than me... and now this!"

"What do you mean, he worshipped you? Are you referring to his love and affection for you after you were married?"

"Well, yes, he did then, but more recently he professed his desire to do any and everything that I'd ever ask him to do, and do it without question. Our marriage went from good to fantastic for three or four months, and then it just fell back to the way it was."

"I don't understand. What happened during those three months?"

Katie leaned across the table and spoke in a quiet voice, "we had an understanding," she said bashfully.

"I'm confused, what kind of understanding."

Katie took a deep breath. "Do you promise to keep what I'm about to say between you and I only?"

"Of course. I'm a therapist. That's what I do all the time. I am paid to give advice, but paid to keep secrets too," she said smiling. "Whatever you want to tell me, I will keep it here. I promise."

Katie told her about their marriage and sex life and her desire to explore further with how they made love and played sexually. She told her about the proposition she gave Ken with regard to each taking a day while away on vacation to be the others' sub while the other partner became the dominant, and all that happened during that weekend. Specifically she talked about the conversations they had; how much he enjoyed having her take the lead in their relationship and how the two of them came to an understanding that she would serve as the dominant one in their relationship and he would take the role of the submissive.

Beth sat listening intently. Katie could see that she was neither smiling nor frowning in judgment as her girlfriend explained the inner workings of her marriage with her husband. Even when Katie shared about their day at the bondage shop where Ken demonstrated his submissiveness to her and Jenny, the attendant that helped them, Beth just listened. She asked a few questions for clarity's sake but otherwise just allowed her to talk.

"So, are you still his Mistress?" Beth inquired when Katie finally finished.

"Of course I am. I mean he professed his submission to me last year, so yes, I am still his Mistress."

"I don't think it works like that," Beth said surprisingly.

Her comment caused Katie to look at her questioningly. "I don't understand what you are getting at."

"Just because he agreed to submit to you doesn't mean that he is still your sub. It doesn't sound like he is submitting to your wishes now and it sure doesn't sound like he wants to put you first in his own mind."

"No it doesn't," Katie agreed.

"Well, let me tell you something from one mistress to another."

"You are a mistress?" Katie gasped totally caught off guard by her statement.

"Yes, I was a mistress for many years. I had a submissive that served me for almost 12 years before he finally asked if I would release him so he could go home to care for his parents who couldn't afford to be put into assisted living care. I granted him leave and I believe he is still there now caring for his mom. His dad passed a few years ago."

"How come I never knew that?"

"Because I kept our relationship quiet. He wasn't a live-in sub but he was my sub all the same. We saw one another a few times a week and that was all that I required of him. But he knew that I required that all other women be kept out of his life or I was going to release him and never interact with him again. He abided by my conditions and because he did, he and I had a fantastic relationship; one that I miss dearly, even now. But we aren't here to talk about me."

"I had no idea Beth. I had no idea that you were that kind of a woman."

"What do you mean, 'that kind of a woman'?"

"I mean that you were a Domme."

"Yes I was, but I wasn't a mean Domme. I was just one that knew my role in our relationship and allowed him to understand, and be constantly reminded of his relationship with respect to me. And that was going to be my comment to you."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that just because he professed his desire to submit to you doesn't mean he always will. You have a responsibility both to yourself and to him. Being a Domme is not all about getting. It's about leading."

"I know that Beth."

"Do you? It doesn't sound like you do because if you did, I don't think you and I would be having this discussion now."

"Well, if I want him to tend to me sexually he does. I've told him that I wanted his genital region shaved and he still does that for me. So yes, I think I'm in control of things at home."

"So, are you telling me that you are his one and only love? Are you telling me that he lives to see you? Are you telling me that both in the bedroom as well as at work, away on business, out with his friends, when the two of you are out together, that his one desire is you? Is that what you are telling me because I don't think that is what's going on in your marriage?"

"Some of that is going on at home but I don't know if most of that is."

"That's right," Beth said flatly, "it's not. Trust me because if it was, he'd never have done this."

"So what do I do? How do I get my Kenny back again?"

Beth could tell that she wanted an answer but knew too that she couldn't give her specifics. Her counseling experience told her that she needed to point her into the right direction but leave the details of how she got there up to Katie.

Redirecting her thoughts she asked, "Did you read that book Women are from Venus, Men are from Mars?

"No, I never have. Why?"

"It speaks of the differences between men and women. Katie, you love attention, and you love being adored. So do I. It's who we are as women. And Ken is great at what he does at work. He loves sports. He invests in the stock market, he is highly competitive. And it's because he is a man. It's who he is. Men are conquerors. We are nurturers. They want to get a job done and move on. We want a relationship but we also, like them enjoy control as well. We are both similar and yet so very different. I don't think you understand those differences to the degree that you must if you want to lead your relationship and have him submit to you in the way you desire."

"So what do I do?"

"Do you remember when you two first met?"

"Yes," Katie smiled, "he was so cute."

"I bet he was. I bet he wrote you often and called you most every night and told you all about his day and wanted to know all about you. I bet you'd even say he demonstrated lots of those submissive traits that you love and are missing now. You know, when he thought of you. Put you first, changed his schedule to please you; those kinds of character qualities."

"He did."

"I know he did because he, like many men, are submissive at heart.. And I bet that when you two were out he'd open the door for you and focus intently on all that you said. Do you know why?"

"Because he liked me, I guess."

"No, it was because he wanted you. Yes, he liked you but he also wanted you. And he did all of those nice and sweet things that we as women all love because you were the prize he was after. He wanted you. And if you got upset with him or didn't respond the way that he wanted, I bet, if you thought back on it, that he tried extra hard to make things right or figure out what he did or said that you didn't appreciate."

"What are you getting at Beth?"

"What I am saying is this: generally speaking, men go after things and do what they need to do to get what they want. They have both controlling AND submissive tendencies. But if you give him the impression that he has you, he will tend to move on in his brain and go after other challenges. I'm not saying that he will someday dump you, but I am saying that if you want to keep him close to you, if you want to cultivate his submissive side, then you need to let him know that you are still a he has to work to catch on a daily basis and not a catch that he's already bagged."

"OK, so let me ask you this again, what should I do?"