WBDP - Brianna Delivers Pt. 14

"Oui, Monsieur."

Chantelle was so much like Marcia. She appreciated her punishments; asked for them sometimes. They were like two peas in a pod, daughters of different mothers. She'd probably climax during her whipping, if I did it right, and I intended to do it right.

"You may cum if you need to," I said.

She nodded, relaxed, not apprehensive in the slightest and I appreciated it, much as I appreciated the same qualities in Marcia. Chantelle was a spectacular slave slut. I knew she occasionally experienced the whip; Brianna used it too, but perhaps not as much as I did, and knowing I was stronger than anyone who wielded the whip on her, I began easily; lazy strokes to her stomach and thighs, kind of warming up to it. As expected, she barely noticed, making no sound and her skin easily absorbing the strokes without flinching. I increased the force a little, but my pace was measured and slow, allowing me to watch her closely for any signs I was overstepping her tolerance. By the time I'd reached fifteen, she was flinching a little as the whip lashed her skin and the striping was more pronounced, even on her dark tones. I turned on the camera, recording a movie.

The next few lashed were to the tops and bottoms of her breasts, staying away from the nipples for now and she finally made a sound, groaning slightly as the strands kissed her skin. I also went down, past her belly to the top of her pubic mound, not quite striking her sex, but reminding her of what was coming. Her groans were somewhat regular now, but low and deep, a growl of almost animalistic quality. Her breasts were heaving, her nipples taut and stiff and blood suffused her sex, her pussy pouting in arousal. Back up the stomach, the bottom of her breasts and taking a little off, I finally struck her nipples. She danced for me, moaning throatily. Another, and it seemed her nipples grew even harder, swelled by desire.

Back down, lower this time, touching the edge of her slit, her pouting lips, her clit. Just as the crop had done yesterday, a lash striking the tiny nerve bundle triggered her release. She loudly screamed she was cumming and I could see her legs tensing, trying to close, but the ties held them apart. Another one, not across her body, but coming up between her legs, a mere flick of the wrist, the strands tickling tender flesh; one more mighty groan accompanying more straight legged dancing on the tips of her toes. The remaining strokes distributed equally across the front of her body.

Standing on the toy chest, I pulled her head and mouth onto my cock and fucked her throat until I orgasmed, spilling what little seed still remained down her gullet. When I finished, she gently lapped my prick clean. I got down and kissed her, turning off my recording.

"Is it what you expected, Chantelle?" I asked, releasing her, the legs first so she could get her feet under her before freeing her arms.

"It was, Monsieur." She stretched.

"Did you enjoy it?"

"I did, Monsieur," she replied, kissing me again. "My skin still feels the tingling bite of the lash, like an echo, one rapidly dissipating with time."

"Why don't you take a shower and then you can nap until five. You'll have time to dress and look beautiful for Joe. I'm going to go to the pool now so I'm not here when he comes. Spend the night with him, have him bring you back here in the morning. I'll sleep here tonight. You can tell me about your date tomorrow."

"As you wish, Monsieur."

I put on a suit and a t-shirt and grabbed a towel. I'd already packed the beach towels, so I had to use one of our bath towels. I hated getting chlorine on them, but it was an older one, so I didn't care that much. I also grabbed the lotion, it still being the heat of the day. Taking my time, I walked down to the pool. I'd like to take a look at the footage I shot, maybe do some rough editing, but I couldn't do it at the pool, so it would have to wait until later this evening. I might not want to check my e-mails or messages at the pool either, considering what I'd been receiving from Brianna lately. Might give one of the older folks a heart attack if they saw it.

I went into the gym for thirty minutes of weight training, thinking the laps I planned for the pool would be cardio. I worked my arms and chest, legs and abdominals, about three sets of twenty reps each at a mid-level weight would do a good job. I was breathing hard and sweating plenty when I finished, so I cut through the men's room to the outdoor shower to rinse off before starting laps in the pool. I figured if I did forty or fifty laps, which I figured would take me another fifty to sixty minutes, it would kick the rust off.

Jill was at the pool again. She seemed to have Friday afternoons off a lot, which made me wonder what kind of job she had. She didn't see me; she was on her stomach with her eyes closed, soaking up the rays. There were a dozen other people around the pool. I put my shirt, phone, towel, lotion and shoes down close to the spa, got in and started doing laps, switching back and forth between a crawl and a backstroke every two circuits of the pool. When I finished, I was breathing hard, pumping lots of blood; an excellent cardio workout. I sat for a moment on the edge of the pool letting my breathing slow, then went over and set the spa dial for fifteen minutes and got in. Closing my eyes, I let the hot water and bubbles soak away some of the exhaustion.

A shadow fell over my eyes and I squinted up to see what it was. Jill was standing there at the side of the pool.

"Yes," I said. "Is there something you need, because you're blocking my sun."

"Where's your wife and the mother of your children?"

"I fail to see how it's any of your business."

She took a deep breath. "I'm sorry. I wanted to apologize. I shouldn't have hit on you and I admit I was shocked you refused. Most men don't; but after seeing your wife, I understood why. She's gorgeous. Anyway, I wanted to apologize to her, too."

"Even if she wasn't gorgeous, it wouldn't make a difference to me. I made promises to her I intend to keep. Marcia is not here, but I'll convey your apologies to her."

"You really embarrassed me, bringing them over like that and confronting me at your party."

"It was kind of the intent, but you do admit you somewhat deserved it, and I didn't do it in front of anyone else, did I? Just us chickens, because I didn't want to make it worse for you than I did. I understand a lot of the people in here aren't young, but they are around. It's not a good idea to make plays for other wives' husbands. It's hard enough to remain faithful to your spouse over the course of years without dangling temptation in front of them. I'll admit a lot of men are dogs looking to jump the fence and play in someone else's yard, but don't encourage it, it's unbecoming."

"Do you mind if I get in the hot tub with you?"

"Not if you intend on behaving yourself."

"I promise. No more come-ons. I don't want to find out what you'd do the next time."

"Add another ten minutes to the timer and get in."

She did and climbing into the hot water, said, "My former husband cheated on me and left me for another woman. I had some work done, exercised like crazy, and decided I'd get my own back."

"I'm sorry for what the shitbag did to you. My first wife cheated on me, too, so I understand what you went through, but unlike you, I chose to look at it another way. The pain I went through was so horrible, so mind numbing, I decided I could never make another person feel the way I did. Especially not someone I had ever loved once. I decided then and there I would never do to my wife what was done to me, and I made sure I told Marcia I would forever be faithful to her and I expected the same from her to avoid the devastation I felt the first time. It was hard to trust anyone afterwards. Marcia essentially had to put me back together again. If I ever lose my love for her, which I don't expect will ever happen, I'd cut ties with her before I was ever with someone else. And it's not just her I want to protect from the pain, but anyone else who'd have to go through it. I've kept my promise to her and I know she's kept her promise to me."

"How do you know she's kept her promise to you?"

"Because when she could have, she didn't. I wasn't getting enough exercise and I was sedentary, sitting in front of a computer screen all day, making my investments. I became overweight and less energetic. Instead of sleeping around, she put me on a diet plan to make me lose weight, with an incentive so attractive, I had to take it. The plan was so successful, I'm still working on it."

"What was the plan?"

"Ahh, it's a secret, at least until I write a book about it and make a fortune. But it worked big time."

"It involved sex, didn't it? What else would work so well on a man?"

"You could say that, but more; much, much more. I've never been happier in my life and neither has Marcia. I'd call it the Worlds Best Diet Plan."

"I'd have to say your reaction to infidelity sounds healthier than mine. I don't suppose I've felt all that good about myself for some time."

"Seems to be all you need to know about your behavior, doesn't it? If you don't feel good about yourself, it's got to be a clue, right."

"Yeah, a clue."

"I learned a long time ago I have no control over other people's behavior. The only person I have control over is me. I want to look myself in the mirror every day when I shave and say to myself, 'Sam, you're a pretty nice fellow. I'm glad I know you'."

Jill stuck her hand out to me and said, "I'm pretty glad to know you as well. It seems I haven't met any people I'm particularly happy to know recently, including myself."

"Then don't be satisfied with the status quo. Change."

"It's easier said than done, I'm afraid. I'm lonely. I liked being married. My life revolved around my husband. Everything I did, I did for him."

"That doesn't sound particularly healthy either. You have to stay engaged with the world, otherwise I'd think you become boring."

"It's what he said about me, that I was boring."

"You don't have to be."

"It seems like the only thing I'm any good at is sex, and you turned me down."

"Hey, I love sex, everything about sex and my sex life is great, but if I didn't find Marcia intelligent and funny and interesting, I wouldn't love her nearly as much as I do. Develop your interests; take classes, read books, get hobbies. Finding something you know men are interested in helps you meet the right kind. Activities like scuba diving and auto mechanics are male heavy; but stay away from the married ones. If they'd cheat on their wives, they'll cheat on you too."

"Plus, if I got into auto mechanics, I could fix my car cheaper."

"There you go. Two for the price of one. Look, there are still nice guys out there. I know of some single ones. Don't get discouraged by jerks. Work on yourself and eventually someone will come along."

The bubbles stopped. "Thank you, Sam. I'm sorry again and please tell Marcia the same."

"I will. Be happy."

Jill got out of the spa. She looked better to me than she did the last time I'd shared a spa with her. It's a wonder how much attitude changed perceptions. Chantelle wouldn't be around much longer, maybe Joe would be interested.

"Do you want me to put more time on the spa?"

"No, I need to get out now. Jill, before you go, can I take your picture and your phone number?"

"Sam, why would you do that? I was starting to like you."

"Not for me. I know a guy. He's dating someone else for the next couple weeks, but it's a temporary thing, just for grins and giggles. She's mostly into girls and she's going back home. If you should happen to get a call from a deputy by the name of Joe in the next month, you'll know he was interested."

"You'd do that for me?"

"If you're going to be working on self improvement, why not. You're certainly attractive enough to catch a man's attention. I'll let him know you're single. What happens afterward is up to the two of you. The picture is just to pique his interest. I'll tell him I think you're a nice person besides. Who knows."

"Okay."

I got my phone and took a photo. She wanted to go for a cheesy pin-up shot, but I told her if she did that, she was selling the wrong merchandise. So she stood there, shading her eyes, weight more on one leg than the other, and I took that picture. It was perfect. I showed it to her.

I started an address book profile. "What's your last name, Jill?"

"Green"

"Jill Green," I said, typing it in. "And your phone?"

She gave it to me and I added it.

"I won't send him this until he's finished with the other woman, so no earlier than two weeks, and I'd guess if he didn't get back with you within a month, he probably won't. He's not seeing anyone else now, but things can always change."

"Thank you again," she said.

"Take care."

"You too."

She gathered her things and left. I slathered myself in lotion and lay down on the one of the lounges. I had to kill time until after six. About five, I got a call from Marcia.

"Hi, baby. Did your Mistress let you slip your leash today?"

"Yes, I drove the route to school to see what traffic is going to be like on a Friday."

"Did you rent a car or is someone taking you?"

"I rented. The limo doesn't handle traffic really well and it wouldn't be a good test. While I was there, I picked up a class schedule and a list of the materials I'd need for class. Except for the defensive tactics sweats and writing instruments, they provide pretty much everything else. We're given a uniform we have to wear every other day. I'll make the drive on Monday morning, too. I somehow think the traffic will be worse on Monday's and Friday, and more normal the rest of the week. I'll hang around for awhile and try to hit rush hour traffic coming home once, although if I'm hung up getting home, I won't get any demerits."

"What's Brianna had her newest little slave do?"

"You've seen some of it, I know. She's shown me some of the pictures she's taken. I think I've licked almost every cunt here and I have to say, I can see why you like me to shave my pubes. The women here who still have pubic hair are very hard to maneuver my tongue around without getting a mouthful of hair. I feel like I'm picking hair out of my mouth for the next twelve hours. It's been pretty much what I expected when I made the agreement. Kind of like my slavery to you, but a lot less cock, though I want to thank you for your new toy. Whenever I'm missing dick, one of the girls puts it on and pounds me with it. It's not quite like the real thing, but it's not a bad second. Oh, she doesn't paddle me as hard as you, though."

"Have you used it the other way, where you're the fucker instead of the fuckee?"

"Not yet, but I'm sure I'll get my chance. Where are you right now?"

"At the clubhouse pool."

"Is Chantelle there with you?"

"No, she's going on a date with Joe in about forty minutes and she's getting ready."

"She's supposed to be taking care of you, Sam."

"Oh, don't worry about that. She's taken very good care of me today. I'll be sending you pictures."

"Good, I don't want you to miss me too much."

"I'll always miss you, no matter how many delectable sluts I have at my beck and call."

"Good answer. Brownie points for you."

"By the way, I spoke to someone you know in a peripheral way today."

"Who, Lynn?"

"She's not peripheral. No, it was Jill."

"Did she try to pick you up again?"

"No. She apologized and asked I convey her apology to you as well. It seems her husband slept around and left her for another woman. He called her boring. She had some work done, by which I think she means the boob job, exercised like crazy until she got her figure back and went out to get a little of her own home wrecking done. She seemed genuinely sorry, kind of like Evelyn did when she saw the light. I actually felt sorry for her knowing what prompted it. Heaven knows I'm well aware of what it feels like to be dumped. I took her photo and phone number. I'm going to pass it along to Joe when he and Chantelle are done in about two weeks, see if he's interested. I liked her. She made a much better impression on me this time than she did last time."

"She must have if you're willing to give her info to Joe. You like Joe."

"I do. It's why I figured it wouldn't hurt to hook him up with Chantelle. They both know it's a temp gig."

"She knows to use condoms, right, if she's fucking anyone but you?"

"She bought a dozen at the store on Wednesday. She's good."

"Have you enjoyed her, Sam?"

"Very much. She's very willing and a joy to be with."

"Good, as long as you know I'm here waiting for you."

"I will never forget you're there waiting for me and for giving me this gift while we're apart. I love you."

"I love you more."

"I have no doubt. You won. I couldn't do the same thing. Give you a guy to replace me. All I could give you was a toy."

"I like my toy. I've been well fucked by my toy. It looks like there's an accident ahead, traffic is slowing down. I'll talk to you later."

"Later, sweetheart." I hung up.

Ten minutes later, I got another call. I thought it was Marcia to tell me something she'd forgotten, but caller ID didn't recognize the number.

"Hello, Sam Evans here."

"Hi, Sam, it's Dawn. How are you?"

"I'm fine, but my phone didn't recognize the number."

"You've only talked to me at the store, I'm calling on my personal cell phone."

"Okay. What's up?"

"I'm in a bit of a pickle. I've decided I'm going to California and I've given notice at work and at my apartment and I've been selling all my stuff, including the bed. I wanted to keep it until a couple days before I left, but they needed a bed right away and would have had to buy something else if I didn't give it up straight away. My couch was already history so now I've got nowhere to sleep. Since I'm going to be driving out to California with you, I was wondering if you had somewhere I could crash. I don't need much, I could sleep on your couch."

"Yeah, I can probably help you out, so let's talk about it. Have you had supper, yet?"

"No."

"Do you like Carrabba's?"

"It's fine."

"Meet me there at 6:45. I need to shower and dress first."

"I'll see you then."

I glanced at my watch and saw it was right before six, but it would be after when I walked back home. I grabbed my stuff, put my shirt on and walked back to the house. As expected, Chantelle was gone when I got there. I took a shower to get the chlorine and lotion off, threw on my shorts and a Hawaiian shirt, giving me fifteen minutes to get to Carrabba's. Dawn was having a drink at the bar waiting for me. I let her know I was there and we got a table.

After ordering a drink, we talked a little about her decision to go to California. I tried to determine how sure she was about her decision.

"Look, Sam. You know where I work. It's no great shakes, I make maybe a dollar or two more an hour than minimum wage plus a small bonus check based upon my sales. There are no benefits. I don't have contact with my family. My step-father tried to molest me, so I left home when my mom didn't kick him out of the house. I've got a few friends here, but no one I couldn't live without. I feel like my life is going nowhere. This represents a change for the better for me. Mistress Brianna will care for me. I'll be living in a place nicer than my apartment with health benefits and good food."

"You're not a lesbian," I said. "It kind of makes a difference."

"So I'll be licking a few cunts with some girls I live with and care for a little instead of some cock of a guy I just met at a party somewhere. It wasn't that bad when I did it and I loved when they did it back. Hell, if Chantelle can get a little cock on the side, I guess I can too."