Chapter Thirteen:
Owned.
I stopped by the restroom to clean up a little before returning to bed with my wife. She was still out, lying there looking like a woman who'd been thoroughly used. The scent of sex was still strong in the air, and I laid down next to her and put my arm around her. I was so much in love with her, and knew that even all that had just happened would not affect that. I needed her in my life, and wanted her badly to know that. Despite being exhausted, my mind kept going through all that had happened, and I tried to imagine what it might be like in the near future. Eventually though, I fell fast asleep.
The weekend went by without incident. Saturday night, Anna and I had a heart to heart though; I needed to know that she genuinely wanted this, and needed to make sure that she could handle this without it destroying our marriage. She reassured me solidly, because it was something that had really been on her mind as well. She wanted to make sure that I could handle this without it destroying our marriage. I was honest with her in telling her that I really didn't know how much of this I could take; we both agreed to continue taking this one step at a time, and we each assured the other that before either of our feelings got out of hand that we would stop it if we needed to.
Monday afternoon I was surprised with a call to my cell phone; a number I didn't recognize came up, but I had a moment and answered.
His voice was on the other end, smooth and confident as can be. "Hello Eddie, do you have a moment?"
I could feel my face heat up quickly; all of the sensations of being in the presence of someone way over me came flooding in, and my voice was a bit shaky when I answered yes.
"Good. Anna has told me that you often have the ability to leave work at your leisure; you can do this for me this afternoon, yes?"
It was almost stated in a way that left no room for refusal. "Well.......I guess I could....for a little while; what did you have in mind?"
"Good boy Eddie. We need to meet to discuss a few things, in private; I won't take up your entire afternoon, so don't worry about that." He proceeded to name a time and a hotel with a room number to come up to. It caught me off guard, not understanding why a restaurant or even just a parking lot wouldn't work. But his tone left no room for argument, and I was too nervous talking with him to even think of saying no. "Eddie, follow my instructions exactly, ok? I don't want you to call that sweet wife of yours either; she doesn't need to know of this meeting right now."
I did as he instructed, and knocked on the room door at the appointed time. I was very nervous and could feel my hands trembling, even a shaking in my legs. He opened the door and stood there looking me over for a moment. His height put him over me by at least a full head, and the power that he exuded only accented his authority.
Without saying a word, but giving me a condescending smile, he stood back and motioned for me to enter. The room was dimly lit with the curtains drawn shut, and it felt strange to be walking into a hotel room in this fashion on such a sunny day.
I stood near the desk of the room, feeling a bit lost and awkward. Mark walked in after me, and stood leaning against a wall several steps away from me. "Eddie, I know that all of this has been a bit of a shock for you, and probably a bit difficult to deal with. I wanted to meet with you away from Anna so we could have a chance to talk about it. One of the things that I'm sure is important to you, as it's important to me as well, is to make sure that this doesn't lessen Anna's love for you. I also want to make damn sure that this doesn't affect your own love for her." I nodded my head in agreement, still a bit too nervous to really say anything. "Eddie, I have no desire at all to break up your marriage in any way. I noticed something in Anna though, and took advantage of it; as I learned about you, I began to recognize some tell-tale signs about you. I want you to be honest with me right now, ok? It's just you and me. You've fantasized about things of this nature before, haven't you."
It was a statement as much as it was a question. I felt my face burning, but I suddenly felt vulnerable and had a sensation that I should be honest and open. "Yes." It came out hesitantly.
"How long?"
I knew he was asking how long I'd thought about it. Again, I was hesitant. "A few years now."
His eyebrows raised. "And you've kept it hidden inside. It's hard to admit to, isn't it."
I was beginning to feel that he could relate in some way, or that he genuinely understood what it was that was inside of me. I even began to hope that maybe he could help me understand it. "Yes. I don't know why these thoughts have come to me, and aroused me. It's been hard to even admit it to myself. I wish I knew why this affects me so strongly."
"It's ok, Eddie. You aren't alone in these thoughts, as I'm sure you know. You read online about it, don't you."
God, it was like he could read me like a book. I nodded my head, admitting for the first time to anyone in my life that I read about cuckoldry.
"Eddie, I understand you far more than you know. I can help you with this; you need someone who understands, but more than that you need someone you can trust, someone who has a genuine caring for your relationship with your wife. I can help you, but you are going to have to put your trust in me. I need you to tell me you want this, and to know that you can trust me."
My face was burning, and I was suddenly aware that by talking with him like this, I was feeling the arousal. I was nervous, and embarrassed; but I was aroused and wanting this. I'd never thought that anything like this could really come to pass, but the past week or so had really brought it all to life; now I was hearing exactly what I needed to hear the most, that He wanted me to know I could trust in him. I found that my gaze had slowly gone to the floor while I was lost in thought, and I was nodding my head yes. Yes I wanted this. Yes I wanted to trust him. He saw me nodding, and softly urged me to say it out loud. And I did.
"Eddie, prove to me that you trust me. Prove to me that you want this to happen. Prove to me that you can do this. You need to be in front of me, bare of all walls. Strip down; I want you completely naked before we continue this conversation."
It sank into me like a brick; but I complied, knowing that he'd already seen me naked. I stripped down, putting my clothing in a pile off to the side. Even before I was completely bare, he'd told me that he expected me to kneel naked before him. So there I was, a grown man, completely naked and kneeling before a man fully dressed like an executive, with my arousal raging in front of me. Automatically I clasped my hands together behind my back; it just seemed to be the right thing to do.
He pulled up a chair and sat there in front of me. His voice was softer, yet still full of authority. "Yes, yes. That's a good boy, Eddie. You know your place, don't you. You know what you are deep inside, and you know that you aren't the strong one. Eddie, I'm the dominant, and I know you. This is good, this is right. This is where you belong." He leaned forward a little, as if he was confiding in me. "I'm glad that you can show your trust in me. Eddie, I'm going to do so much to that beautiful wife of yours, and all of it will be shared with you. I will make sure that she wants it, that she loves it...... just as you want it, and love it. I've been a Dominant for a very long time, and know to appreciate a submissive couple when it's presented. I'm in a position to enjoy this dark pastime of mine, and you both are in a position now to give me exactly what I want." His hand slowly reached down, cupping my balls that were hanging low beneath my raging need. I stiffened, almost flinching....but I'd already gone too far, and knew to hold my position. This was the first time another man had ever touched my most private of areas, and the heat was flooding me like hell. "Good boy. Yes, see? I can even reach out and grab you by the balls. I have you by the balls now, not just literally....with all of the knowledge I have about you, and the carnal knowledge I have of your wife, you belong to me. Don't you Eddie."
His grip tightened mildly, accenting his desire for a proper answer. "Yes Sir. I belong to you. We both belong to you."
He chuckled as he released me and leaned back in his chair before me. "Yes, you have been reading. You know how to obey, and obey well, don't you. Tell me Eddie, what other fantasies do you have? Hmmm?"
I shook my head, stating that I really didn't know. "I just know that I've thought about what it would be like to have all control taken away, so much so that even my wife was available to be used, violated....and that there's nothing I can do about it. I've just wanted to know that kind of control. That I have no choice." The confession was just rolling off my tongue, and he was listening, taking it all in.
Again he leaned forward, and this time his voice was almost harsh, making his control clear. "From here on out, you have no choice Eddie. I'm going to fuck your wife in every way I desire. I'm going to use her, and even show her off. Believe me, she is going to be the slut that you've fantasized about. You're going to see it all, Eddie. Most of it." He added that last line with a bit of a laugh. "And there is nothing at all that you can do about it from here on out." He pointed and lifted my chin with his hand to guide my gaze to a table across the room. "Do you see that?" There was a small digital video recorder sitting on the table pointed right at us. "Your confession is all captured now, and you are captured. Just as I controlled your wife into this, I now control you. Do not question me, and do not try to stop this from happening. You will passively accept all of this, and if I demand it, you will encourage your wife into things that I desire if she hesitates. Am I making myself understood?"
My face had gone white, then back to red. I knew the real power that he now had; blackmail was possible, with that recording. I knew I would never want anyone to ever see me like this, or to know that I'm like this. I knew that what he was saying was law, and that I would have to continue with this from now on, even if I felt the desire to stop it. No choice. That little fantasy of mine was now a reality. No choice. I nodded my head, acknowledging him. "Yes Sir, I understand." My voice was a meek whisper.
