For the next two weeks, Shane thought of little except the two V girls: quiet, watchful Veronica, and strong, dominant Victoria.
How she had taken her pleasure from him, hurt and humiliated him.
Threatened him.
He had done as commanded, giving his wife multiple orgasms before forcing her to satisfy him.
And it had.
For a time.
Then he would find himself thinking, dreaming of them.
His wife didn't know or suspect anything.
His wife.
Such a plain girl.
Mousy brown hair, soft brown eyes, she had the look of a deer in headlights.
Plain lips, average breasts, average body, there was nothing special to her. Just her name.
Innocee.
A family that made the headlines regularly.
A family of fashion, cosmetics, and jewellery designers.
Mary Jane Innocee was part of a family that had more money, per person, than even Shane knew what to do with.
From the moment her learned her name, he desired it all. He had wooed her, run off with her, and had married her.
He expected her family to either give them a nice amount of money, to keep her in a style befitting a member of their family, or to pay him off, to leave her life for good.
Instead he found out that she had been disinherited.
The only way her family would give her any money, was if she became pregnant, and that was next to impossible.
For starters, he was sterile. His early forays into sexuality, he had believed like many others that he was bullet proof. By the time he found out that he had contracted a sexually transmitted infection, it had been too late. He didn't even want children, horrible small people.
Secondly, Mary had some medical problem that would affect her ability to conceive. He had never paid a great deal of attention to her at the time.
So he was married to a girl he neither loved nor liked, couldn't get hold of her families money, and they wouldn't pay him to leave.
The only reason he stayed was that she gave great head, and let him use her anyway she wanted.
So he thought about the only girls who drove him crazy.
Veronica and Victoria.
When Mary announced that her cousins wanted to take them to dinner, he hardly listened.
He had missed the names.
And he couldn't ask for them, it would give him away.
He was stuck with waiting till Friday night to find out which cousins they were having dinner with.
The night of the dinner arrived. Shane was dressed in his best suit, black jacket, tie, pants and shoes, white shirt. Mary wore her red cocktail dress, with black heels.
Her cousins had arranged a car for to take them to the fancy French restaurant so they could both drink.
At the restaurant, they slid out of the car, to be greeted by an identical man and woman.
Both were tall, blue eyed, with long auburn hair and full red lips.
She wore a midnight blue spaghetti strap dress that fell just below her arse, with blue heels. He wore a midnight blue silk shirt, with ice blue tie, black pants and shoes.
Shane was stunned speechless.
It wasn't either of the V girls, it was two very attractive Innocee heirs.
"I'm Alexander," the man introduced himself, gestured to the lady. "And this is my sister, Alexis. You must be Shane." He extended his hand for Shane to shake.
Alexander escorted Mary to the table, Alexis silently following, and Shane trailed behind, ignored.
Dinner was much the same.
Alexander asked Mary question after question about herself, work and her marriage. Alexis ate in silence, looking merely mildly amused by the whole thing, while Shane was ignored. Any question he asked was ignored, and none were directed to him.
Alexander ordered, after a lengthy discussion about which was better (the lamb, steak, pork, or fish) with Mary (Alexis sat silently), for himself, Mary and Alexis in fluent French, leaving Shane to stumble through the menu, the waiter waiting impatiently.
Dessert was the same.
Shane excused himself, but he needn't have bothered. None of the others listened, or gave the slightest indication of caring.
So Shane grumbled all the way to the restroom, grumbled as he found the first empty stall, grumbled as he shut and locked the door, as he dropped his pants and sat.
Then the lights went out.
Shane swore, loudly.
He pulled up his trousers, taking care not to hurt himself, and fumbled for the lock.
He barely left the stall, when something was shoved over his head, his hands bound behind him, and he was pushed out by strong hands.
He was led out the back, through the kitchen, to a car.
Pushed in, and driven away.
After driving for sometime, the car stopped.
A door opened and he was pulled out, pulled along a path, up some stairs.
He tripped, was but pulled roughly to his feet.
Into a house.
One person held him, while another stripped his clothes from his body. Then he was tied to, something.
Suddenly the sack was gone.
Shane was momentarily blinded by the bright light. A few blinks, and he was able to see.
Standing a couple of meters in front of him, in a pair of white knee high socks, black leather shoes, white blouse, back skirt, with her blonde hair in pig tails and looking the picture of innocence, was Victoria.
Before he could speak, Shane noticed other people around the room, all standing in small groups.
All were dressed in uniform like costumes.
Some looked like lawyers, some innocent students, others rebellious, even slutty students. Some looked like prostitutes, some looked like they were heading to the beach. And still more personified the 'dominant' and 'submissive' roles.
He alone was stark naked.
The gathering were all silent, but there was an underlying tension in the air that made Shane nervous.
Very nervous.
And perhaps, for the first time in his life, little scared.
Victoria shattered the silence.
"You are here to learn to be a proper man, and a proper husband," she announced. "Or you can leave, and we will expose you."
"Expose what?" Shane demanded.
There were angry murmurs floating around the room.
Victoria silenced them with a glance.
"As a wife beater. You will be arrested, tried and will go to jail."
"Blackmail is an adults' game, little girl," he sneered.
"Enough," a powerful and educated male voice demanded. "If that is how you feel, let me present you with your choices." The owner of the voice was a tall, powerfully built man, with salt and pepper hair and piercing blue eyes.
"You can be exposed to your family, friends and community as a wife beater. You will lose your job, go to jail, lose all respect and you will be issued with divorce papers. Or. You can undergo training to make you a fit husband for an Innocee daughter. You will have money, power and respect. To give you some idea of what that will involve, you have tonight as a trial. Victoria will continue the training she began with you the last time you met. Tomorrow I will come for your decision." The man turned to go. "Everyone else, please leave. Victoria will be fine."
He shot Shane a parting glance. "Should you fight, attempt to hurt Victoria or try to escape, prison will seem preferable to what will happen to you."
"What's going on?" Shane demanded.
"Tonight is a taste. Tomorrow will bring answers," Victoria said.
Then she slapped him across the face with surprising strength.
"That," she spat, "was for speaking out of turn. From now on, you will call me Mistress. You will do what I say, when I say it. If I punish you, and I will, you will thank me for it. You will remember that I have given up my valuable time to train you. Am I understood?" She demanded.
But Shane wasn't going to give in that easily.
"No, it isn't. I haven't done anything wrong."
She smiled. "I hoped you'd say that. But it is part of the training."
Then there was a whip in her hand, and a pain down his leg.
She had hit him, so fast that it took a few moments to him to register the pain.
"Bitch," he swore.
"That is Mistress to you," she reprimanded. And hit him again.
Again, and again.
She paused to admire the red marks appearing on his leg. Then she hit him another five times.
"Now, I'm going to hit your other leg, you will count for me. If you miss a count, I'll add ten more. Understood?"
He nodded.
"Good. We shall start with ten lashes."
"One."
"Two. Three. Four."
"Five." His voice was getting desperate.
"Six. Seven. Eight. Nine."
"Ten." Shane had tears streaming down his cheeks.
"Very good," Victoria cooed. "Now the last time I saw you, I gave you a very simple instruction. Do you remember it?" She asked.
"Yes," Shane whimpered.
How could he forget?
After walking him to her door, and having him thank her for the best sex of his life (and it had been), Victoria instructed him to go home to his wife and to "give her the best sex of her life, and if she doesn't come at least three times, I really shall have to punish you some more."
"Did you do it?"
"Yes," he answered, hesitantly.
"Why did you hesitate?"
Shane remained silent.
"I can be a kind Mistress, Shane, giving no more punishment than necessary. But I can also be cruel. Which would you prefer, Shane? Kind or cruel?"
"Kind," Shane answered meekly.
"Then tell me what I want to know."
"I did as you told me to. I gave Mary multiple orgasms. But after, I took my own pleasure from her. I forced her to take my cock in her mouth, till I came. Then I fucked her arse."
"I am glad you told me. I would know if you lied to me. But I didn't tell you, you could take your pleasure, did I?"
"No, you didn't."
