Janice Fly Trap

On the Saturday following my tryst with Janice, I was puttering in the garage, moving some boxes that contained Christmas decorations, consolidating others in preparation for the annual neighborhood Spring yard sale. Though that was still months away, I had empty hours to fill. I was on third call (or back-up to the back-up) to the hospital. Odds were exceedingly small I'd be called in, but it meant I couldn't make any plans or else the gods of call would be angered, and I'd spend my day in the OR. I wouldn't even chance going on a run. Carly had taken the kids to Target to make exchanges on some gifts that didn't fit in one way or another.

The mundane task of straightening the garage left me time with my thoughts and my guilt. As amazing as my experience with Janice had been, I still couldn't believe I had put myself in such a position. I was potentially in deep do-do on multiple levels. Most importantly was with my marriage. In 14 years I had never been any more unfaithful than a little drunken kissie-face with a nurse anesthetist at a company Christmas party. The following day my wife assured me only she knew about it and she was willing to let it slide. But she did warn me that she'd have my balls if it happened again. I was pretty sure what happened with Janice was castration-worthy.

Then there was the issue of my professional standing. Brandon, my partner who followed the surgical assistant into the women's locker room, received a letter of reprimand in his company file. He was on notice: One more incident and he'd be out of the group. My tryst was consensual--I don't think Janice could argue otherwise--but my actions were certainly more extreme. At best, I'd be the brunt of ridicule from my partners and potentially everyone who worked in the OR. I couldn't even be sure that Janice wouldn't say something to one of her colleagues.

Then there was Janice. Though lower on my list of concerns, the hospital would consider her behavior as grounds for termination. Since the Me Too movement, the hospital had a zero-tolerance policy. Nurses had been fired for less than what we had done. Nor did I know what Janice's home situation was like. Sure, if I was to believe her, Tom demanded that she expose herself to me. But did those commands dictate that she proceed to blow me? She was incredibly aroused. Did I need to worry about his finding out? At least, with that threat and the one from the hospital, I could probably count on Janice not saying anything to anyone else.

So with these thoughts coursing through my head and with being on-call, I knew it wasn't good when my cell phone rang. Fishing it out of my pocket, I didn't recognize the number. Probably a nurse calling on her private cell to let me know somebody's grandma had slipped on the ice. Hopefully that's all it was.

"Dr. D--, how can I help you?"

"Eric. How you doing?" I didn't recognize the voice. And I nurse wouldn't use my first name. Maybe a surgeon making the call instead? "It's Tom S--."

Shit!

I swallowed hard. Other than the one dinner at our home, Tom and I had never spoken. He had only one reason to be calling me now. "Hi Tom. How can I help you?"

"I was wondering if you and I could have a conversation," he said assuredly. But Tom was always a confident guy.

"Suuuure," I responded dubiously.

How to play this? Act confused? Denial? Put it all on Janice?

"What's on your mind?"

"It's--uh--it's not really a topic for a phone call. I was wondering if you'd come to the house today."

Ugh. Not good.

"Well, Tom. I am on-call. So today's kind of shot. May--"

"I understand," he interrupted impatiently. Not a man used to not getting his way. "It needn't happen today. But it is going to happen. And probably the sooner the better."

I wasn't going to be able to get out of this. And with Carly gone and me on call, I could probably get it out of the way without her knowing. She'd think I was just called in to the hospital. So, after getting the address, I assured Tom I'd be at his home in an hour after a shower.

"Oh, and Eric? Could you bring your checkbook?"

Huh?

I wondered why I would need my checkbook. Actually, that's not right. I immediately knew I was going to be asked for money. The question was if he could actually blackmail me. The dark tone with which he made the request told me it would be foolish to disobey him without learning more.

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And hour and ten minutes I was pulling up to a gated driveway in the most exclusive neighborhood in the city. Al Unser was Tom and Janice's neighbor. Minutes later, having driven down the longest driveway I'd ever seen, I was ringing the doorbell.

I damn near swallowed my tongue when it was answered by a young woman in a French maid's outfit. Not a costume. An actually uniform. Black dress with white trim and collar, white apron, white hat. The whole nine yards. The only things out of place were her 3" heels and the skirt's length. Not obscenely short, but short enough to occasionally expose the tops of white thigh-high stockings. I wondered if she had a feather duster.

The woman herself was young, mid-twenties at most. She was also short, maybe 5'3" if that, and very curvy. Large breasts stretched the confines of the tight-fitting dress. Her waist was amazingly narrow, and her bottom caused the skirt to flare considerably. A perfect hourglass figure. In other words, the physical opposite of Janice. Her golden blonde tresses were tied up in a loose bun, her make-up simple. She smelled nice. "Hello Sir," she said. I was disappointed that she didn't have a French accent.

"Um--" I stumbled.

Not exactly smooth, Eric

. "Tom's exp--"

"Yes, of course. Right this way." She led me to a library off the home's large main hall. The room was impressive. A large desk, bookshelves filled with legal books and novels. The room was warmed by a fire in the hearth. It was almost too warm. The maid took my coat. If I wasn't dreading the meeting, I would have been envious.

Tom sat in a leather chair, one with high, overly-large arms, reading in front of the fire. A matching chair sat on the other side of the hearth. Tom stood and extended his right hand with a broad smile. "Welcome. Glad you could make it. Can I get you anything?" He had the maid, Claudia, bring us coffee in the library before discharging her. Tom caught me staring at the young maid and smiled, "Impossible figure, don't you think? We're lucky to have her."

He gestured to the other chair as he returned to his. "Please, I don't want to take up too much of your Saturday," he said with genuine affability. "I understand from my wife that you and she had a..." he paused, seeming to look for the right word. I was surprised he hadn't already practiced his speech. "...an interaction at work this week." He waited for me to fill in the silence. Smart man. But I was smarter; I wasn't going to offer any more information than necessary.

I had no misgivings that Janice hadn't told him of our shared intimacy of the previous Tuesday. He had commanded her to do so. He had to have known that she told me about the piercings and chastity belt. He most likely knew she had shown me. But I didn't know what else he knew, that she had given me the most amazing blow job I'd ever had or that she had shoved her tongue in my ass. I couldn't imagine he would have felt too good about having kissed that mouth afterwards. So I kept quiet and waited for him to continue.

For his part, Tom composedly smiled and leaned back in the big chair. "I understand your reluctance. You don't know what she's already told me, and you don't want to get either of you in trouble. Please understand that your actions are truly inconsequential. Janice was, as you know, doing my bidding. I find no fault with you at all. So please..."

I gave a mealy-mouth answer, talking about my seeing her choice of accessories. Or maybe I should say his choice. Still he wanted more, and I wasn't offering.

Was he getting off on his wife's infidelity?

More likely it was on her distress over having been on display. He seemed to read my mind.

"Claudia?" he called out to the hallway. "Could you bring Bella in for me?"

"Bella?" I asked. I was disoriented.

Was he talking about Janice? Or did they have a dog?

Tom stood. I joined him, expecting a large golden retriever to bound into the room.

"A pet name, if you will. It'll become clearer with time. Bear with me," he concluded as the library door opened. Claudia entered, holding a dog's leash stretched tautly parallel to the floor. At the other end was Janice! So utterly surreal was the scene that I didn't know where to look first.

The leash split into a Y, with the ends of each branch clasped to the small D-rings piercing Janice's nipples. Pulling her exposed breasts away from her body, the leash's tension suggested Janice's reluctance to enter the room. Furthering her misfortune, she was incapable of covering herself. A black armbinder trapped her arms behind her, pushing her breasts prominently forward. A long, leather collar kept her head held high, and a ball gag filled her mouth.

As she was led across the library floor, I noticed that Janice was prohibited from normal walking by thick, leather cuffs joined by a series of carabiners. This limitation, and Claudia's cruel impatience, allowed Claudia to pull Janice into the room by her breasts. The best Janice could do was to painfully shuffle behind.

Aside from the neck collar, armbinder, and the cuffs about her ankles, Janice was completely nude. The chastity belt was gone. I again marveled at the extent of her physical fitness. There was no excess fat, or even cellulite, anywhere. She was trim and tanned, without evidence of tan lines, even in January.

Upon seeing me, a look of horror came over her. She vocalized around the ball-gag and blushed deeply red. Her attempt to stop her progress was interrupted by the pain the leash produced in her nipples. Unable to use her arms and hands to cover her, she stooped to divert her gaze, crossing one thigh across her most private nether regions.

Claudia handed the leash to Tom, who dismissed her, much to her obvious consternation. "Claudia remains jealous of Bella," he said offhandedly. "I don't know why. She's the one I fuck." The casual manner in which Tom confessed his infidelity should have surprised me. But we had long crossed into Bizarro World. Now I was simply envious. "Now, what did Claudia do here?" Tom absently asked, ignoring my incredulity. He removed the leash from the D-rings in Janice's breasts. Her nipples remained achingly puckered.

Janice wouldn't make eye contact with me and remained flustered as Tom next went to work removing the thick leather collar. Under it she wore the ever-present, dark metal choker. Finally, he freed her from the simple ball gag. Upon doing so, Janice immediately pleaded, "Master, I

work

with Dr. D--!" The rest did not have to be said.

"Yes, yes. I know, Pet. That's why we're here today. Now sit," he concluded as he repositioned himself in the big leather chair in front of the fire and invited me to do the same. Despite the bondage to her arms and legs, Janice nimbly knelt, sitting on her feet with knees together, her body up against Tom's right leg. At least the position allowed her to hide her pudendum, if not her breasts.

Petting Janice's ear and neck with his right hand as he might a dog, Tom addressed me. "Bella was the best dog name I could come up with for a female. 'Spot' and 'Rover' are better suited for males, don't you think?" I could only stupidly nod in agreement at the absurd situation. Looking at the way Tom treated Janice, my cock began to harden.

Tom continued, "You see, although Bella refers to me as her Master--and I am--she is not, as you might guess, my slave. She is so much more than that. She is my companion, my pet, to do with as I please." With this Janice looked at me and blushed anew before looking away. "So I do command her as you might treat your own pet. But like any pet, I care for her and am compelled to treat her with love and affection. Come to think of it, maybe that's why Claudia is so jealous. Huh, Bella?" With this question, Tom brought his right thumb to Janice's--Bella's--lips. She immediately engulfed it into her mouth and began to suck on it. I had to adjust my pants for comfort. "Yes, you're a good girl, aren't you?

"Some Masters mistreat their pets, calling them insulting names like 'Slut' or 'Whore.' But I am not like them and that is not the relationship Bella and I have. Everything I do is for her benefit, though sometimes gentle discipline is needed." The absurdity of the conversation began to make sense, almost normalize. Janice was nowhere near as attractive as Carly--or even Claudia for that matter--and older, almost too old. But at that moment, I wanted nothing more than to be in control of her. I had difficulty keeping my attention on Tom. I remained quiet, letting him continue.

"Now, on to the topic at hand: The events of this past week. Bella, I've brought Eric here to confirm what you've told me thus far. I can't help but think there is more than you're letting on." Janice stole a quick, alarmed glance my way. Maybe it was good I didn't say much. Tom's addressing his pet allowed me to focus on Janice. The center of my attention, she blushed again and looked away. "You've told me that, in addition to confessing about your collar, you showed Eric your nipple rings and chastity belt, but you didn't let him touch you. Correct?"

"Yes, Master." Her voice was soft, eyes downcast.

"And why wouldn't you let him touch you?"

"Because you didn't give me permission, Master." I could barely hear her.

"That's right. Because I didn't give you permission. And you did blow him as I instructed?" Janice nodded timidly, blushing once again but refusing eye contact with me. "But he did not cum in your mouth." It was more of a statement than a question. "And why was that?"

"Because you didn't give me permission, Master."

"Because I didn't give you permission," he repeated. "But you did finish him off with your hand." Another shameful nod, looking at her knees. "And

nothing

else?" he prodded. She shook her head. "Really? Are you sure?"

With this Janice looked up at him with uncertainty and tentatively shook her head a second time. "I'll only ask once more. You understand Eric and I have been talking about this very topic before you came in this morning."

Janice looked down at her knees again. She sighed and whispered, "I licked his asshole."

Tom's voice became stern, "I'm sorry. What was that."

"I li--"

"Look at me." She did. Fear in her eyes. Or was it arousal?

"I licked his asshole," she said more audibly before going on. "I fucked it with my tongue. Like you like me to do to you." Now it was clear her confession was making her lustful.

"I see. Yet, I don't remember giving you permission to enjoy that little treat. Did I?"

She looked down again and with her small voice said, "No, Master."

"No, I did not. And what happens when you disobey me?" Janice looked at me with dread and bit her lip. "Eric doesn't have the answer, Bella. What happens next?"

This time Janice didn't look away from me. Nor did she blush. But her upper chest was flushed, and her nipples were hardened pebbles. She knew what was coming and she assumed I would be witness to it. "I get punished," she told me in a whisper.

Placing his hand on at the angle of her jaw, Tom pulled her up as he stood. She whimpered as he did so. Leaving her beside the chair, he went to his desk and extracted a black leather paddle from a draw. Seeing her fate sealed, Janice obediently leaned over the padded arm of the big leather chair, her pert ass turned toward Tom and, much to my disappoint, away from my view. I was amazed at her dexterity given her bondage. She briefly looked my way to ensure I was watching. Her pupils were dilated and her breathing shallow and rapid in anticipation.

"Eric. Please." Tom motioned for me to stand. "Come join us." Janice whimpered again. "I think it only fitting that you get to administer Bella's punishment."

With that Janice looked back up at him with great alarm. "Master, no!" she pleaded. "I have to work with Dr. D--!"

"Yes, I know. And in the future every time you do so, I expect you'll be reminded of this day. Maybe this lesson will remain with you and you'll be better behaved." Janice continued to mewl as Tom handed me the paddle. I don't know if either of them noticed the bulge in my pants. But I wouldn't know how anyone could miss it.

Tom handed me the paddle. It was about 18" long, 2" wide, and mildly flexible. Assessing its resilience with a flick of my wrist, the paddle's "swoosh" caused Janice to spontaneously tense in anticipation of its arrival. Her motion captured my attention. With her head in the chair's seat and her toes barely touching the floor, Janice's ass presented itself at the perfect height for her punishment. Though she had narrow, boyish hips, I was again amazed at the rounded firmness of her forty-something year old bottom. She must have spent hours in the gym. I fought the urge to run my hands over the inviting contour of her firm cheeks.

Though she held her knees together, her position could not protect her modesty nor hide her wanton desire. Her pussy was completely barren, shaved of all hair. Her lips were engorged a deep red and they hung over a centimeter in length. And when she relaxed the globes of her ass, her puckered anus invited my rapt attention. I didn't want to spank her. I wanted to fuck her until I couldn't walk straight.

But sadly I was not invited to the S--'s for that. My task was to provide punishment to my co-worker so that she would remember her transgression--and its consequence--when we next saw each other at the surgery center. It was a surreal situation spoiled only by my inability to tell anyone else about it.

The first smack brought a "yip" from Janice and a little, amused chuckle from Tom. "That won't do at all," he said. "If Bella is going to enjoy this, it's got to hurt. Try again. Aim for the other cheek. And put a little effort into it."

So I did, and the result was a resounding "snap" accompanied by a low murmur from Janice, the sensuality of which could not be misinterpreted. Pain or no, Janice was enjoying herself. The skin where the second hit had landed showed a bright red mark. My first attempt hadn't even registered on her skin.

Man, what a great ass.

My next effort was decisive and brought with it a long guttural moan from Janice. I waited on the third, wanting to see the first virginal cheek pinken from my effort. Janice mewled with impatience and unabashedly waggled her hips. Her lustful action inflamed my desire further. I enthusiastically continued my assault, absent all thought of the absurdity of the situation or of my infidelity.

Soon, Janice's bottom was glowing a bright red and her inner thighs bore the slick sheen of arousal. The air blossomed with its aroma and her guttural moans filled the room. Tom's presence a distant memory, I brazenly ran my free hand over the reddened welts that had formed on Janice's perfect derriere. Once or twice I dipped my fingers between her cheeks, running them over her sodden labia and anus, resulting in a gleeful squeal from my victim. Tom didn't seem to mind my transgression.

Eventually, however, Tom did step forward and clasped my wrist. His eyes gleamed with...merriment?...pride?...arousal? "Excellent!" he said excitedly. "Truly excellent work." I don't know how many swats Janice had endured. I didn't know if she had cum or not. I only knew I needed to. "Bella, my pet," I heard Tom say through my daze. "Did you cum?"

"No, Master." Her breathing was ragged and irregular. "You didn't give me permission."