Brooke and I took full advantage of Luke's absences, such as his Sunday morning football practices, to have candid conversations with one another. To do that, and other things. The conversation we had on the Sunday after the Ren fair was one of the more difficult ones.
After Luke left, Brooke walked up to me and gave me a big, long hug. I would be less than honest if I didn't admit that I started to weep. My ego was bruised as was my ass, and I was worried about losing my job. I was already feeling very vulnerable, but Brooke's expression of sympathy pushed me over the edge.
She guided me onto the couch and tenderly wiped the tears from my eyes with a tissue, saying, "I know that yesterday was incredibly difficult for you. I'm sorry."
"What am I going to do? Should I submit my resignation on Monday to Benkins?"
"Are you crazy? Of course not. I know you're upset, but it's important not to overreact."
"But you saw what happened, Brooke. You were there! Three of my students saw me shining Neil's boots on my knees, dressed in tights. I cleaned their shoes! Like a submissive fool. I'm sure they took photographs. Then they saw me in the stocks. I'm pretty sure at least one of them hit me with that damn tawse. It still hurts to sit down."
For whatever reason, I had not yet decided whether to tell Brooke about Paul Betz's threat of exposing me. I wasn't sure if that was because it was too humiliating to share even with her, or because I wasn't yet sure if the threat was real. I had no idea what he expected from me in return for his silence, and hoped he was just joking around. I sincerely doubted that, however.
"My reputation will be completely destroyed. I'll be the laughingstock of the entire campus," I persisted.
"Wait a minute. Think this through. First of all, we were all at a Ren faire. It's all about fantasy, playing a part. In medieval times, there were the powerful and the powerless, just like today. You know this better than anyone. So you were playing a submissive part. Big deal. The key word here is 'play'. The fact that you don't have such a huge ego that you allowed yourself to play a submissive part is to your credit, if anything. And I'm sure Neil would back you up on that, if it ever did get back to other faculty members or students."
I groaned, but, as always, Brooke made a lot of sense, and I found it difficult to argue against her coherently. Nevertheless, I was convinced that real damage, likely irreparable damage, had been done yesterday and I wasn't ready to let it go that easily.
"But I was on my knees shining their shoes! And I'm pretty sure they saw my erection. They were laughing their asses off at me."
"No one cares about your little erection, Walter."
"Thanks a lot."
"Think of it like playing a part in a play, a period piece. That's really all it was. You think actors and actresses don't have embarrassing moments in dressing rooms and on stages every day, including people seeing erections? It's really not that big a deal. If anybody ever brings it up, which I doubt, just make a joke out of it. Humor is a pretty potent neutralizer."
"I think I may have lost my sense of humor. Permanently. Something else he's taken from me."
"Oh, come on. I know that's not true. You're just upset, and understandably so. Sometimes the game is more fun than other times. Yesterday wasn't fun for you, I get it. But I had a lot of fun, for what it's worth."
"Laughing at my expense, you mean."
"Well, not just that. The whole day was fun. It was fun losing myself in another era for a little while; I quite enjoyed being Lady Guinevere. I really enjoyed hanging out with Neil and Laura. Neil's a great guy. He and Laura seem to be really into each other. And, surprisingly, he and Luke have really hit it off. I'm glad he's going to be around more. But, yes, I have to admit that it was pretty funny watching your reactions yesterday. You should've seen the expression on your face when Luke agreed to loan you out to your students. And when he locked you in the pillory. And you were so cute in your costume. I meant what I said about your buns getting tighter. They're super spankable, now." As she said this, she reached under my sweatpants and caressed my bottom through my mesh panties. I started to throb in my cage.
I wanted to continue our discussion, to continue to make my argument that a line had been crossed with respect to my reputation at the college and in the community, but Brooke had succeeded in completely distracting me. Part of the issue was that I hadn't been granted sexual release in over two weeks -- not since the morning of the day of the dinner party, when Luke literally beat my meat with a wooden spoon. I wondered to myself how many times Neil had had sex with Laura over that same period of time. Five? Ten? And real sex. Not submitting himself to some guy punishing his cock, while Laura abused his nipples. How pathetic was I?
I answered my own question with a question. "Would you unlock me and spank my bottom, please? Or did he take your key?"
Sometimes, when he was feeling particularly dominant or was annoyed with one or both of us, Luke would remove my chastity key from Brooke's anklet and put it on his keychain next to his own copy. I'm sure that his primary motivation, as usual with him, was simply to demonstrate who was really in control of my cock. Not Brooke. Certainly not me. If you haven't had the experience of having another person--especially another man--control your orgasms, control your cock, let me tell you, it makes you feel owned. It brings you to your knees. Or at least it brings me to mine. Luke took (and still takes) great delight in making me beg for release. Sometimes I have to lick the lint from between his toes or give him an extended foot massage. Other times I have to compose some ridiculous poem celebrating his feet, athletic prowess, business acumen, whatever. Still other times, I have to perform some chore, like raking the leaves in his enormous lawn or detailing his enormous truck. I know he is from Ohio not Texas, but if Texas were a man, it would be Luke. Everything about him is big: his house, his truck, his pool, his lawn, his ego, the chip on his shoulder, his muscles, his feet, and...you know what else. Big Luke, indeed.
"Why don't you get on your knees and pull my socks off, and we'll see."
I knelt before her and started to remove the sock from her right foot. She said, "Uh uh, not with your hands. Clasp your hands behind your back and use your mouth."
I was happy to see the key dangling from the chain around her pretty ankle.
"You're in luck! I think you've earned a release for what you endured for your lady yesterday."
"Thank you, my lady."
"But before you remove it, make sure you kiss every toe."
I did as directed and then began to remove the key from the chain with my clumsy fingers.
"Wait. My other foot is feeling neglected. Remove the sock, and kiss each toe on my left foot first."
"Yes, my lady."
After I handed her the key, I said "But I didn't ask him for permission. Remember how he said last month that we both have to ask him for permission before you release me to masturbate...or for you to...help me? Every time, he said."
"You know how I love watching you beg him to let you masturbate. There's just something so incredibly sexy about that. But he doesn't have to know about it this time. It'll be our little secret."
"But what if he comes home? What if he finds out somehow?"
"How's he going to find out? He won't be home for another two hours at the earliest."
After she unlocked me, she pulled my sheer panties back up. Free at last, my cock grew instantly hard. Brooke gently squeezed my balls and giggled. "It's been awhile, hasn't it?"
"Yes, miss. Too long."
"Three hours would be too long for you, wouldn't it?" She smiled.
"Very funny. It's been much too long. The day of the dinner party. I was starting to go a little crazy."
"Even professors think with their cocks, I guess. Look how excited your baby carrot is to be out of its tiny prison! Wait a minute."
She ran upstairs for a moment and then sat back down on the couch. She then pulled a pair of nipple clamps and a blindfold out of the pocket of her sweatpants. "Come closer." First, she put the blindfold on me. Then she squeezed my nipples until they were hard, put on the clamps and tightened them until I winced.
