Chivalry Is On Life Support Ch 43

I set the alarm app on my iPhone for 6:30 AM Saturday morning so Brooke and I could get an early start. We had a lot of prepping and cooking to do in order to be ready to serve as many as twelve guests later that day: hors d'oeuvres and cocktails were scheduled for 6 PM and dinner was to be served at 7:30.

However, we were awoken not by the obnoxious ringing noise on my phone at 6 AM, but rather by repeated rings of our doorbell an hour earlier. I was lying next to Brooke in bed, startled out of a deep sleep by the insistent sound. Brooke was a deeper sleeper than I was, so I was the first one to get up out of bed. As was typical, I was sleeping in an old T-shirt and a pair of panties, so I quickly put on my bathrobe and hurried downstairs to answer the door. It was still completely dark outside. Standing on our porch was Luke's brother, Kevin.

"Took you long enough," he said, rudely.

"Hi, Kevin," I replied, drowsily. "I'm sorry. We weren't expecting you. Did you tell one of us you planned on coming by this morning?"

Behind me, I heard Brooke say, "Who's there, Walter?"

"It's okay, darling. It's just Kevin"

"'Just Kevin.' I'm not sure that's a smart way to talk about your new boss, Wally. I sure hope you've been studying up on those DIY plumbing videos on YouTube, like I told you to in December," Kevin said, walking boldly past me into our house.

"You've gotta be kidding me," said Brooke, sleepy and annoyed. She was too groggy to be polite. I'm fairly certain that had she been alert, she would've been more careful in her choice of words and in her attitude.

"Nice to see you, too, Brooke. Also not a very respectful way to talk to your future babysitter. That's okay, there'll be plenty of time to teach you both to mind your manners later. I'm here to drop off Luke's stuff. Put some clothes on Wally, and help me bring in the boxes. They're in back of my truck."

"Sure, Kevin. I'll be right back," I said, turning to go upstairs to change.

Kevin interrupted me, "You're going to have to get back into the habit of calling me 'sir', son. Since I'm going to be both your boss and your babysitter from now on," the brash teenager said to me, chuckling.

"This is ridiculous. Walter is not your son, Kevin," said Brooke.

It was, indeed, completely ridiculous for an 18-year-old plumber to be calling a 40-year-old literature professor "son." Nevertheless, Kevin was in the midst of his "I told you so" visit, clearly in a position of power now. Though we then had no idea of the depth and extent of it, Brooke and I were in a position of weakness, what was to become our new normal. It certainly was not a good idea to antagonize him.

"Be careful, Brooke," I warned.

"You better listen to your little hubbie, Brooke, if you know what's good for you. You're going to be calling me 'sir' soon enough yourself," Kevin said, with an arrogant smirk very similar to that of his big brother.

Brooke glared at him, but at least didn't say anything else to challenge him.

As I started to go back up the stairs, Kevin interrupted me, "Wait a minute, son. What are you wearing under that robe? Turn around and take it off."

"Um...yes, sir," I said, reluctantly removing my robe. I saw Brooke roll her eyes.

Brooke had told me that she planned to lock me back in my chastity cage that afternoon before we went over to Luke's house. But at that moment, I was still free. Like many men, I nearly always woke up with a hard-on -- the morning wood, I believe it is called -- and I was probably harder than on most mornings given this humiliating encounter with Kevin (the usual collusion between my treacherous cock and my submissive brain). He stared down at my cock, tenting out my panties.

"Ha ha. Just like I thought. You're pathetic, Wally. It's no wonder why Brooke begged Luke to start banging her again. She needs a real man's cock, not your pansy pin dick. You too, Brooke. Let's see what -- If anything, ha ha -- you've got on under your robe."

Brooke continued to regard Kevin with a death glare, but, while she didn't completely remove her robe as I had, she did open it up momentarily, giving him a glimpse of her body, naked except for her panties. Whereas I had on a fuller pair of navy blue boyshorts panties (trying to hide from Brooke the lingering effects of Paul's strapping, as my ass was still quite red when we went to bed last night), Brooke was wearing a pair of maroon, cheeky panties (quite skimpy). Her nipples were rock hard, a fact which did not escape Kevin's attention. We both saw him look directly at her breasts and smile, before she closed her robe.

"You must be cold, Brooke. Or, maybe, you're actually hot. Ha ha. It is pretty warm in here. You two really should start wearing matching panties. Get your ass upstairs and get dressed, Wally. My first job is across town in 45 minutes. I don't have all fucking day. How about a cup of coffee, Brooke?" he said, more an order than a request.

"I was just about to make some anyhow," Brooke said, testily, before walking towards the kitchen. I ran upstairs and slipped on a pair of sweatpants.

Probably because he was in a hurry, Kevin helped me bring the boxes into the house. However, he didn't help to bring them upstairs into the bedroom (still more work for me and Brooke to do later). There seemed to be about a third fewer boxes than he took away in December.

As if reading my my mind, he said to me as we carried in a particularly heavy one together (no doubt, containing some of Luke's extensive footwear collection), "You probably notice that there's not as many boxes now. That's because Luke wants you and Brooke spending more time at his house, especially when it's warmer out. I can't wait. I'm sick of this shitty, cold weather." It was 22 degrees that late February day, and I shared Kevin's fatigue with the cold weather.

After we finished with the boxes, Kevin walked into the kitchen and said to Brooke, "Put my coffee in a thermos or something. I've got to get going."

Eager to be rid of him, Brooke filled up one of our Hydro Flasks with coffee and asked, "Do you take milk or sugar?"

"Now that's more like it. Milk, two teaspoons of sugar. Both of you will know all of my and Kaylee's preferences real well before long. Which reminds me, Luke wanted me to tell you both to be at his house by noon."

As Brooke poured the milk into the Hydro Flask, she said, "He said the guests will start arriving at 6 PM. We won't need anywhere near that long to get ready. We weren't planning on getting there until 3."

"Change of plans," Kevin said with another smirk. "Luke's cleaning lady called in sick yesterday, so he wants you there early to give the place a good cleaning, especially the bathrooms and the kitchen. He said you should bring another set of clothes to clean in and then you can take a shower afterwards before you change into what you're gonna wear when you serve everyone snacks and dinner."

"Great," said Brooke.

"You don't sound that happy, Brooke," Kevin said, smirk intact.

"It's just a lot of work, is all. Tell Luke we'll be there. Thanks for bringing his stuff," Brooke said.

"Good girl," Kevin replied, as he took his coffee and walked out of the side door that led to our driveway. "Don't worry, we'll be seeing a lot more of each other real soon," he added with a wink, before the door closed behind him.

"Good morning, darling," I said with a smile, trying to make light of Kevin's most unpleasant, surprise visit.

"I hate that bratty, fucking little snitch. He makes my skin crawl," Brooke said.

"Mine, too. Unfortunately, he's part of the package with Luke."

"Yes, Kevin and apparently his skanky girlfriend, Kaylee, too. Not to mention Luke's cunt of a girlfriend, whatever her name is. I guess we're going to be everyone's little bitches."

"We'll find out her name soon enough, I guess. Do you think she'll be there tonight? You know, as his date for the dinner?" I asked, with trepidation. I hesitated to bring up this subject with Brooke, but it was certainly weighing on my mind. I knew meeting Luke's girlfriend was going to be incredibly difficult for her.

"No, I asked him point-blank and he said that she's traveling. Thank god for small favors, at least. Tonight's going to be humiliating enough as it is without me having to meet this bitch on top of it."

"Do you think his leadership team will know who we are? Maybe they'll just assume we're the caterers?"

"Are you kidding? Of course, they'll know exactly who we are. I told you about Luke's reputation -- how he publicly cuckolded and totally emasculated his first boss. And how he's done that with several others since, including other co-workers and employees of his. Maybe not to the same extent as his old boss. But he's slept with their wives and rubbed their noses in it. This is his brand, Walter: big swingin dick, Luke Hanover. He revels in it. You can be quite certain that everyone there is going to know that his ex-wife and her English professor husband are the ones waiting on them all like Luke's little lackeys. Luke will be in all his glory tonight, and having us there as his servants will be icing on the cake."

"Well maybe people will think that we have a catering business on the side?" I ventured.

"Yeah, and maybe they'll also think we're from outer space. Get real."

"Ok, I get it. It's going to be humiliating. Are you really sure you're up for all of this, Brooke?" I asked.

She looked me in the eyes and touched my arm. "Walter, I know you mean well, but you have to stop asking me that. This is the price I have to pay to have Luke back. I'm going in with eyes wide open. That doesn't mean that I'm always going to be happy about what's going on or that I'm not going to complain about it. Sometimes, I'm probably even going to cry about it or rage about it. But that doesn't change fact that I'm all in, 100%, for this next crazy chapter in our lives. Come what may."

"The newest twist in the game," I said.

"That's right. But what about you, my loyal knight? I'm the one who should be asking you: are you sure YOU'RE up for all this? Especially tonight, being a waiter for all of these corporate blowhards? I know the type well. I mean, I wait on these types of people all the time at the restaurant. I've been a waitress for a long time now, so I'm used to the humiliations service workers are routinely subjected to -- although, admittedly, it's going to be on a whole different level tonight. But you're not. It's a lot different being in charge of a classroom than being a waiter or a waitress."

Brooke, of course, did not know about the all of humiliation I suffered after I lost control of my class last year following the Ren fair. She did not know that I was now under the control of a few of my former students, compelled each week to cook for them, and to serve as serve as their maid. She was not aware that I had become the coffee boy and foot masseuse of my fellow professor and friend. All of the above, byproducts of Luke's domination, of course. Except for those few occasions that Brooke was present when I was humiliated in front of a wider group of people -- such as when I served as a waiter when Neil and Laura came over for dinner, or when she and I cheered Luke on at his football games, or at the Ren faire itself -- she was really only aware of my submission to her, and to Luke, of course. Still, she certainly knew that I was no stranger to humiliation.

However, I had a strong suspicion that the impending humiliation we were facing with Luke's return was going to be far more challenging for Brooke to endure than for me -- that, in fact, it was going to be far more challenging for her to endure than she realized. Because, whereas I am fundamentally a beta, Brooke is fundamentally an alpha. I can hear some of those reading this say, "Yeah, sure. She's an alpha just like she's a feminist -- allowing Luke to dominate her and degrade her in the sack. She's a real alpha, all right." But, as I have explained before, Brooke is turned on by being sexually dominated and degraded by a certain type of alpha male -- in fact, it seems as though Luke is the only one who truly fits that bill for her (so far, at least). And even with Luke, she long resisted submitting to him outside of the bedroom; that's why she divorced him in the first place. She was now agreeing to this new, broader level of submission because she has accepted the fact that she is sexually addicted to him -- and, realizing the intensity of her addiction, Luke set these conditions for her to continue to have access to her drug. It is either submit or do without the drug. As we have seen, the withdrawal pains for her were not sustainable.

But in virtually every other aspect of her life, Brooke is generally the one in control. She is obviously completely in control of me. Even at the restaurant, although a waitress, she is generally looked up to by the younger waitresses such as Laura and even by the more seasoned waitstaff and other restaurant staff. Her bosses (even her sexist manager) know that she possesses intellectual capability well beyond her job, and respect her competence, judgement and work ethic. And, over the years, there have been many lecherous male patrons of the restaurant, and rude customers of both sexes, who have been put in their place by Brooke. In her friendships, too -- such as with Laura and her estranged friend Michelle -- Brooke is the one who is generally deferred to. She is confident, strong willed, a natural leader. She is also fiercely competitive, someone who likes to win (whether a tennis match, a board game, or an argument) and who usually does. For those who can't see how it is possible for someone to have an alpha personality and also be sexually submissive -- to be, in essence, a feminist but still allow herself to be sexually degraded -- I'm sorry for you that you see things only in black and white, and are incapable of understanding how two opposing things can be true at the same time.

As Brooke's devoted knight (her chivalrous cuckold, as Anna put it), it was my job -- indeed, my sacred duty -- to stand by her side during what I knew would be an incredibly trying period for her. It was my job to console her if she wanted to cry on my shoulder, to be her punching bag if she needed someone to take her frustrations out on, to absorb as much of the humiliation directed her way as possible so as to lighten her burden. Why, you may ask? Because that's what knights do for their ladies, that's why. Because I love her more than I have ever loved anyone, or anything, in my life.

So I answered her question by dropping to my knees, and saying to her, "I would gladly suffer any and all humiliations for you, my lady." I then removed her slipper and reverently kissed her bare right foot. I was completely serious, but levity also has its place at times like these. So, I next looked up at her and smiled, "When we get to Luke's, I'm going to say to him, 'Little bitch Walter reporting for duty, sir!'"

Brooke looked down on me, grabbed my head with her hands and pulled me towards her body. She smiled somewhat sadly and said, "I love you. You're really too good for me, you know that?" And then she smiled more fully and said, "And I'll stand right beside you and say to him: "Little bitch Brooke reporting for duty, sir!"

I stood up and said, laughing, "Use and abuse to your heart's content, sir!"

Still smiling, now more wistfully, she said, "He really will, you know. But maybe after the dinner party, he'll use and abuse us in a good way, at least. Well, I guess we'd better get to work."

"Wait, if Luke isn't bringing anyone to his dinner, we'll only have eleven people to feed," I said.

"That's right. Good."

"I bought enough for twelve portions."

"That's okay. Maybe he'll allow the help eat the leftovers," she laughed. "It IS going to be a pretty awesome meal."

"It's certainly going to be an expensive meal. Do you think he'll reimburse us for all the groceries?"

"He said he would. Just not for our slave labor, obviously."

"Obviously," I said.

An hour before we left for Luke's, Brooke locked me back in my chastity cage.

"Your little cock has been free for so long, at least for the most part. But you're all out of get of jail free cards now, I'm afraid," she said, smiling, as she pulled my panties down with one hand and held my cage with the other. I got immediately hard.

"Oh my, I think it's excited to be locked up again. Go get a bag of ice."

After she iced me down she was able to get the cage over my momentarily flaccid cock and pulled my balls through the base ring. I had just gotten a full body waxing two days earlier, so my cock and balls were completely hairless. As soon as I was locked up, my cock started to inflate again, pushing up against the cold metal rings of the DOMINIX Deluxe chastity cage Brooke had bought me for Christmas.

"I think it likes its new prison. I'm going to keep one key on my anklet and give the other one to Luke, of course. That way, he'll have a key to both of your cock cages."

"Of course. I just wish you could wait till after dinner to put it on me. Those pants that he wants me to wear are so tight, I'm afraid everyone will be able to see the bulk beneath them."

"I doubt it. Your black waiter pants will hide it a lot better than yoga pants at least; I'm surprised he's not making you wear those. Too informal, I suppose. Besides, maybe Luke will let you wear the apron Michelle bought you last year. It''s effeminate, but at least it will hide any bulk. I really like the looks of this chastity cage -- the curve, the rings. Look how shiny it is!" she said as she flicked my cage with her finger nail. "Now you really are my knight in shining armor."

"I don't really feel prepared to go to battle in this armor, my lady. I feel very...very weak."

"Your weakness is your strength, my knight."

"If that's really true, I'm invincible," I said, with a slight laugh.

Luke greeted us at the door when we got to his house at 12 noon sharp. Brooke and I were dressed in sweatpants and T-shirts, ready to clean, and brought our serving uniforms along in a bag. We had also brought along several bags and trays of food, a mixture of hors d'oeuvres and dishes we had already prepared that just need to be heated up, and the ingredients to make several more dishes.

"Good. You're on time. My cleaning lady -- ex cleaning lady, I should say -- called in sick yesterday. Seems like she's always calling in sick, but for her to do it right before my big dinner really pisses me off. She's done. You'll find all the cleaning supplies in the basement. I want this place to really sparkle tonight," Luke said, by way of greeting.

"No kiss or anything?" Brooke said to him, with a faint smile.

"There's no time for that now. Do a great job tonight -- which you'd better -- and there might be a reward later. But, for now, you two have way too much work to do to be worried about anything other than getting it done. I left some things for you to wear tonight on the kitchen table."

"We brought what we're wearing with us. Just what you told us to bring. I'm wearing my waitress uniform and Walter's wearing exactly what he did the first time he cooked you dinner," Brooke said.

"Good. Yes, that's what I told you to do, but I got you a couple of little things to add or substitute. I told you how important this dinner is to me. Remember, I just hired my CMO -- that's chief marketing officer, prof -- as the last member of my executive team. So, my CMO is the guest of honor. But this is really a celebration of the fact that I've finally got my whole leadership team in place. I expect you both to address everyone as sir and ma'am throughout the evening. Every time you take a drink order. Every time you offer them something to eat. Every time you interact with them in any way. Treat them all with respect, especially the guest of honor. Got it?"