If things continue as they have been in 2016, what follows is my sense of events that might unfold later in 2017. Ash
As Ash started to put on his leather gear, he thought about the telephone call he had received from his Mistress that afternoon. Ever since Alain had left Natasha a year ago, she had been spending an increasing amount of time with Alain in Toronto. Her time at home was now down to two or three days a week with weekends split equally between the two locations. However, she had made it quite clear to Ash that she preferred to spend most of her time with her lover and Master, and that her slave would just have to be prepared to make do with whatever time she could spare him. When she was away, they still talked on the telephone several times a day, often at the end of the workday – bedtime calls were rare these days – usually only when she was on her own for an evening, and the conversations were full of the sexual adventures she was enjoying with Alain. However, she was not neglectful of her slave, and seemed to enjoy leaving him with increasingly specific instructions as to how he should dress and instructions as to what he should do in the evening.
There had been unconcealed excitement in her voice as she spoke with him in the afternoon.
"Alain has arranged one of our special dinners tonight. So I expect that Alain and I will first have some fun for an hour or so in the playroom, then a romantic dinner, and then back for some more fun. He told me that he has a bit of special news that he's been wanting to give me for a few weeks – I wonder what that can be? Maybe it's going to be the next step in our plan – the next step towards your ultimate submission, Ash. What do you think?"
"That may be so, Mistress."
"And there's nothing you can do about it. How do you feel?"
"No Mistress. I know that. Our agreement took away any rights that I might have had in that respect. Of course it makes me feel very submissive. And painful as well, knowing that my wife has fallen head over heels in love with her Alpha male – my worst nightmare in a way, yet just incredibly erotic. "
"Yes, and you helped it happen. You started everything when you said that you thought Alain was interested in me. You are the author of your own downfall. And Alain's good fortune. Actually, if the news is what we think it both is, then I'll have some news for him as well. I think that I'm going to do what we were talking about last time I was with you. He'll love that! Now, since this is likely to be a special evening, I want you to smoke full packs the whole time tonight from 7 o'clock until midnight as you think what Alain and I will be doing. I think you should look at the photos of Alain and I in the Seychelles. The PES machine should be on the whole time, and you can make lots of ash for yourself to lick up after you have cum, and I think you should stub six or eight out on your tongue, and maybe one on your cock every hour. And, of course, the ball crusher and the plug the whole time as well. And don't forget the nipple clamps. Have fun, I know I will."
Covered from head to toe in black leather, Ash sat at the desk looking through the photographs on his computer – Elizabeth and Alain had certainly enjoyed their holiday in the Seychelles, that was evident. Pictures of the two of them on the beach, Elizabeth looking very good in a quite skimpy bikini. Pictures from the catamaran that they had rented for two weeks, with its two-man black crew.
Ash knew that Alain was absolutely the type who would have encouraged, ordered even, his Mistress to enjoy their black cocks, and his Mistress had made it clear that Alain had delighted in watching her indulging her favourite passion on a couple of occasions with the crew. Alain knew what an incredible slut he had allied himself with – and the appetite that she possessed for big black cock. He loved to sit back, watch and orchestrate the action.
As she said herself, in the past she had never been able to indulge her passion fully for fear of becoming truly addicted, but now Alain was fanning the flames. As he had told Ash early on in their relationship, his intent with Elizabeth was twofold, to totally control her, "you've had her for 19 years, now it's my turn", and utterly deprave her. He was succeeding in both.
It was very evident that their relationship was prospering, and Ash had felt for some time that the next stage in was approaching – indeed his Mistress continually reminded him of that fact every time they were together. And his Mistress looked stunning – Ash had to admit she had never looked so good – she was clearly thriving on all the attention she was receiving from Alain. And Alain, well he was certainly the attentive companion in public, and his Mistress had made it clear to her slave that he was thoroughly enjoying making her his submissive. No, Ash was certain that Alain, given his nature, would never be satisfied until he possessed Elizabeth completely, and maybe tonight was going to be the night for the next fateful step in that journey.
When would Alain pass on his news? Probably over dinner, Ash thought, as he took three cigarettes from the first pack he had allowed to burn down and very deliberately one by one stubbed them out on his tongue, just as his Mistress had told him.
He wondered what they would be doing before dinner. Sharing a bottle of champagne for sure. Maybe Elizabeth had dressed in her very slutty platform shoes with the locks on the ankle straps, black leather corset and black slave collar. Probably Alain would hold her leash as she sat between his knees and sucked his nice thick cock for a while. Maybe she'd have leant forwards against the black leather bench and allowed him to fuck her from behind, possibly alternating between her cunt and her ass, and making her use the vibrator on herself until she orgasmed as he continued to fuck her until he was ready to cum in her mouth or maybe provide her with a pre-dinner cum cocktail.
Three hundred cigarettes so far tonight. Tenty sets of fifteen each. Ash, as so often now, tasted and reeked of nicotine. 8.30 p.m. already. They'd be at the dinner table now enjoying their meal
So what would Alain be telling his Mistress? Ash removed the filters from the next pack of cigarettes, placed two in the ashtray, stuffed the remainder into his mouth, and then put the final two into his nostrils. The acrid smoke bit at the back of his throat as he took a first breath inwards. The nipple clamps bit sharply, and the PES machine was bringing his cock to a full erection.
He could imagine the scene very clearly. Elizabeth would probably be in one of her leather corset dresses for dinner, Alain in black leather pants and turtle-neck. They'd be glowing in the candle light after all that sex – Elizabeth would be looking positively irresistible. Maybe some small talk first – Alain would want to tease her a little bit..... Then one of those boyish smiles........
"Well, as I said earlier today, I have some news that I think may interest you."
A sexy smile from Elizabeth, "Really?"
"Well, I don't like keeping things from you, but over the last couple of months I've had the lawyers negotiating with Natasha's thieves, and you know, I thought, why bother with protracted negotiations. I mean, it's over for the two of us – the fat lady has sung – so why don't we just get the whole thing over with and get the divorce as quickly as possible. Well, Natasha agreed, and the negotiations have been concluded – I had to pay quite a settlement, but not that much that there won't be plenty left over for us."
"And she's agreed? No big arguments? I must say that I am a little surprised."
"Well you know how I negotiate now – I made a very generous offer up-front, and made it clear that if she didn't take it, then I'd fight all the way. And, if she's nothing else, she's a clever woman, so she accepted. With any luck, everything will be done and final within three months."
