This is the next part of my first story. As usual I hope you have read the previous parts to understand how my wife and I have got to where we are now, both Subs to the same guy, both unaware of the others activities to date.
In this part Master Jim brings both together, eventually!!
As usual I welcome any comments or suggestions.
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On Thursday morning Bill woke early immediately checking his phone to find he had no messages. He had not heard from Jim, his Master, since he had met him on Monday night. As well as being disappointed he was worried that in some way he might have displeased Jim in some way. He had performed every task asked of him to date including being used hard by Jim and others cumulating in him being tattooed just above his tiny penis. He pulled the bed covers back, looking down at his new tattoo, "Wimp", his Sub name. Thankfully recently he and Olivia, his wife, had started sleeping in separate rooms and there was very little likelihood of her seeing him naked or his tattoo.
Looking at it he was worried that now that he was tattooed he would not hear from Jim again. In the short number of weeks since he met Jim for the first time he had come to thoroughly enjoy being used by him and his friends, to being humiliated, primarily because of his shortcomings below, to undertaking whatever tasks were commanded of him. He missed hearing from his Master, once again checking his phone. HE wondered if he would hear from him today, he really hoped so.
Across the corridor in her bedroom, Oliva woke up and also checked for messages. Unknown to Bill, Olivia had also become Jim's Sub, "Whore". She had now met him on a number of occasions, experiencing for the first time in her life, mind blowing and utterly satisfying sex. That he used and humiliated her for his own purposes didn't bother her anymore, all she wanted to do was please him. On last Tuesday, when she had spent the full day with him, she had sex with six different guys and opened her front door to a delivery man fully naked. Jim had been to her house and that was the only thing that worried her. She did not want Bill to find out that she was cheating on him. Although they seemed to be growing further apart she did not want to lose the good life that living with Bill gave her. She also did not want to hurt him.
She worried that Jim had not contacted her since he left her on Tuesday night. She hoped that he would contact her soon; that they would meet soon so that she could again have the feeling of total fulfilment, still a new feeling to her and she loved it. She thought about what Jim had said about having other Subs and she wanted to do whatever it took to be his only true Sub.
Jim, at this stage, had been up for hours. He had deliberately refrained from contacting either of his two Subs. Although neither was aware of the other they were soon to become what he had always sought, his Perfect Sub Couple. He had started putting the plans in place yesterday for a party this weekend at which he would have both Subs at his beck and call. Jim had much experience in the BDSM area where he was much respected as a Master and Club owner, along with his closet friend, Tony. Over the years he had made many friends and this weekend many of them would benefit from his new Subs.
The Party was to be held at a large country house owned by another Master friend, James. The house had been developed over the years with many rooms specifically outfitted for special events. This was to be one such event.
Before the Party there were a number of tasks that both Bill and Olivia would have to perform. He picked up his phone to call some of his friends.
Bill had gone to work, spending the morning on the phone to many clients, advising them on their tax affairs. He constantly listened out for any beep from his phone, checking it numerous times to make sure that it was still on and working. The longer he didn't hear anything the more he worried. He realised that he desperately needed to hear from him, he was so in need of more instructions, more use, more humiliation. It was after a meeting in the afternoon with another client that his phone eventually beeped to inform him he had a message.
"Call me Wimp."
He immediately closed his office door, sat at his desk and called Jim.
"Hi Sir, good to hear from you."
"Wimp, do I detect a tone of sarcasm?"
"No Sir, it is genuinely good to hear you."
"Wimp, I have been very busy, meeting others and planning."
He worried at hearing of Jim meeting others, "I hope the planning involves me Sir."
"Wimp, if they do, you'll find out when you need to know. I am reviewing my Subs to consider who I should bother spending time with. I can't be bothered anymore spending time with too many Subs."
Bill sat upright in his chair, "Sir, please include me, I will do whatever you wish."
"Wimp, that remains to be seen. I want you to leave the office and to meet Betty at the Fountain."
Panicking Bill looked out his office window at the Fountain outside, wondering whether Jim was aware just how close he was to it, "Yes Sir, I will do that."
"Wimp, it's not as if you have to travel far," laughing loudly. He had seen the name and address on papers in Bill's home office when he was there earlier in the week with Olivia.
"How do you know that Sir," once again panicking and looking out his window.
"Wimp, I thought you knew better than to ask me questions, go meet Betty and do as she tells you. She will be reporting back to me."
"Yes Sir," but Jim had already hung up, typing his next message.
Olivia was in her garden, enjoying the sun and a coffee. The quietness was disturbed by her phone. Picking it up she smiled widely when she saw she has a message from Jim.
"Whore, call me."
"Hi Sir, how are you."
"I am good Whore, my week has been very busy, what are you up to?"
"Nothing much Sir, just sitting in my garden."
"What are you wearing Whore."
"A short summer dress Sir."
"Good Whore, now go to your bedroom."
She immediately rushed indoors and up the stairs, "I am here Sir."
"Go to your bedside locker, bottom drawer."
Looking inside she saw a package that she immediately remembered Jim having when he visited her. In all of the displaying herself to the delivery man she had totally forgotten he had something in his hand when he arrived. She took it out.
"What is it Sir."
"Open it Whore."
She opened it seeing that it was a silver bracelet with a large "O" in the middle of it. She was stunned that Jim would have bought her such a present with her name on it.
"Sir, it's beautiful, thank you so much."
"Put it on and send me a picture."
Putting the bracelet on her right hand she took a picture with her phone, sending it to him.
"Whore, it's not for your hand, it's an anklet for your left foot, send another picture."
She did as requested.
"Good Whore, I assume you have your white undies on. Put some heels on and got to Thomas Street, Tony will meet you there. Remember that I am considering which Subs to use in the future so you need to do what he tells you."
"Yes Sir, what time?"
"30 minutes."
"Yes Sir," but just like the call to her husband, Jim had already hung up, not waiting for her response. She rushed to her wardrobe to get her heels, wondering what would happen when she met Tony. She realised that she didn't care, she was just so happy that he had been in touch. She would do anything to please him.
She left her house driving to Thomas Street. She had to use her navigation system as it was in an area of town with which she was not familiar, being on the other side of town in a more down market area, one in which she would not feel comfortable alone. She looked around for a car park which might look reasonably safe. After parking she exited, looking around, thinking that Jim had not told her where on Thomas Street to meet Tony. She walked down the street only seeing seedy bars, drug stores and a lot of run-down buildings. She also saw several groups of youths standing around drinking beer, talking and laughing loudly. She was getting worried until she saw Tony appear out of a shop on the other side of the road. Looking directly at her he turned and re-entered the shop.
She walked across the road following Tony into the shop.
"Hi Whore," he said, looking down at her ankle, "Nice anklet."
She looked around, alarmed that he had called her by her Sub name in a public place. She noted that there were two other people there, a girl behind a battered reception desk, an older black woman next to her. Both of them didn't seem to react to Tony's words.
The older woman spoke to Tony, "Want to start?"
"Yes Mag's, lets get started. Whore, follow her."
Mags walked into a short corridor going behind a curtain made of beads. Olivia followed, wondering what was about to happen. On entering the room she saw a large leather chair.
"Take your clothes off and sit down."
Olivia looked around at the untidy room but proceeded to undress in front of the woman and sat down on the chair. Mags inclined the seat backwards.
"Part your legs Whore."
Mags examined her pubic area very closely, "Ok Whore first we're going to wax you completely," proceeding to prepare her. Olivia was of course used to having her legs waxed but this was a new experience as she watched Mags wax her entirely her pubic area and legs. She looked over to see Tony watching from the doorway, the curtain pulled back.
"So do you like your anklet Whore?"
"Yes I do, I am very happy with it, especially the "O" for Olivia."
Both Tony and Mags looked at each other and laughed, puzzling Olivia, but neither of them said anymore.
When Mags was finished she rose and left the room. Tony went to Olivia, "Whore, are you prepared to be marked for your Master?"
"What do you mean?"
"Jim likes for his true Subs to have their name marked on their body for him."
"Marked?"
