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This is a re-conception of the excellent Literotica posts, "A Game with in a Game" and "The Struggle" by Doberinca

. After I read them for the first time, I read them again. The characters were real and convincing, they had inner lives. Their relationships, like real life, sometimes ran happily, but just as often there were misunderstandings, confusion and sometimes anger. The original was also epic in size, and I thought about how the experience might be different if it was structured as a set of novels of conventional length.

I reached spots where I wondered how the story might proceed if the primary characters learned more from their experiences, leading to different decisions as the story goes on. The narrative arc diverges from its inspiration as it moves forward. As a result, some portions are as Doberinca originally wrote them, some sections have been removed or relocated, some changed, some are all new. Some of the original characters have been removed, some have had their role diminished, some their role expanded.

This is a different story, but it would not exist without Doberinca's original as a place to start.

Houses of Pain and Love

A series of four novels about being a submissive man to dominant women

Book One: Marion's House

by Doberinca

and

Henry Daniels

Chapter 1

"See you soon. XXX." It was in his work e-mail when he started his computer Monday morning. Nothing else to hint who it was from. He didn't recognize the sender's e-mail address.

Tuesday brought another message. "I'm waiting for you. XXX."

Pretty strange, Rob thought. He had no idea who the mysterious sender might be.

Maybe his wife? "Have you been sending me teases?" He asked when he came home Tuesday evening.

Jenny just looked puzzled. "What?"

He decided not to tell her more.

The e-mail on Wednesday said, "Can't wait to have you. Can't wait to use you. XXX."

Rob blushed when he read the message. This seemed to be getting serious. He quickly glanced at Holly, his office assistant across the room, maybe she had something to do with it, but saw no sign from her. She noticed him looking at her, gave him a quick, friendly smile and turned right back to her work. Although Rob knew little about Holly's personal life, he knew she was broad-minded enough to deal with even the most eccentric of those who came into the office. She never had a comment after one of them visited. Jenny liked her, they'd invited Holly to their flat for dinner many times.

The e-mails were in the back of his mind as he turned to his work. An hour later, Rob decide he was done. He flagged the sender's address so any further e-mails would go directly to the spam folder.

The reception desk in the building lobby rang him mid-morning Friday. "There is a package being delivered for you, the lady is quite insistent you must sign for it personally."

At the reception desk a woman waited, with a box. "Rob Graham?" He nodded in response. "My name is Carmen Wolfe, I have a pretty expensive parcel for you. That's the reason you must sign for it."

"What's in it? Who's the sender?"

"I'm the sender. I own a clothing boutique just down the street, by the Covered Market." She handed over her business card. Rob gave it a glance, then he stopped and looked again, a cold feeling forming in the pit of his stomach. She was from a lingerie shop?

"A customer bought all this for you, asked me to deliver it. This customer made it very clear you were to accept it in person, but not learn who bought it.

"I had the impression you would be expecting a package this morning. I'm sorry this is a surprise to you, but I assure you it will be a nice surprise." She paused, her eyes openly moving over him. "I think we did well on sizes, now I can see you." He thought the smile she gave him seemed more predatory than friendly. "It would be easy to open the box and see the contents, if you like." She reached to lift the top off the box.

A little panicked, Rob had to stop her. "I must decline your delivery. Good day." He turned quickly and disappeared through the door to the stair as quickly as he could.

Wondering if this package was related to the e-mails, he looked in his spam folder. Friday morning's e-mail suggested the sender knew a great deal about him:

"Dear Roberta, in a few moments a parcel will be delivered. It contains some lingerie. I want you to put it on in your office and wear it. In fact, I insist on you wearing it as soon as you get it. When you are ready, go home and tell your beloved wife Jenny the game can begin. She will know what to do.

"Remember: you must use the word game with Jenny.

"You will be MINE. XXX."

His mobile phone rang twenty minutes later, it was Jenny. "That was rude. It would have been a nice surprise if you accepted the package."

"Ah, so you do know what's going on!"

"I only know something is going on and you aren't playing along as you must. Carmen gave you her card. You call her, you apologize and you arrange to accept the package."

"Okay." Rob walked outside and called Carmen from his mobile. In a few minutes they'd agreed he would collect the package at her shop after he left work.

He spent the rest of the day watching the clock, alternating between dread and anticipation. He collected the box and went home. He left it in the car when he went up to the flat.

Jenny wasn't home when Rob arrived. Her usual note told him she was out shopping. By the time Jenny came through the door he'd dozed off on the couch. She quickly sent him out to collect the box from his car.

They opened it together. There were several bundles wrapped in pink tissue paper. The first contained a black satin bra with pointed cups, in his size, 40B. Another package contained a waist-cincher with six suspenders attached; the same line as the bra and the size to fit him. Black satin French knickers with pretty lace at the leg followed, then a full slip, black and knee-length, the lace at the hem and bodice matching the knickers. It was a complete lingerie set, accompanied by a pair of fully-fashioned black nylons with a back-seam.

Whoever picked it out knew just what he liked best. Jenny must have guided this. Rob turned red. He glanced at Jenny, who looked at him with a knowing expression. "Get dressed." She stayed to watch him change.

With a sigh Rob started to put on his new lingerie.

Jenny wanted to see more enthusiasm. "Don't act like you don't like it. We know you do and we put quite a bit of effort into selecting this set. It wasn't easy for us to find all this in your size."

"We? You, certainly, but someone else sent those e-mails? Who?"

"You'll find out at the right time. Why didn't you accept the package and follow the other instructions? You knew it was coming."

"I did not know it was coming. Wednesday I marked that mystery sender for my spam filter so I didn't see the e-mail this morning saying a package was coming until after I'd turned Carmen away." Rob fastened his bra and adjusted the fit. "I read it, from my spam folder, after I came back up from reception, thinking there might be a connection."

"I see you like what you're wearing." She was looking at a distinctly non-feminine bulge in his knickers.

"Darling, you know full well I find this silky stuff arousing. If you intended these mysterious circumstances to be a bit of turn-on, you were right."

By then Rob was finished threading his suspender straps under his knickers and attaching the clips to his stockings. He slipped his hands through the shoulder straps of the slip and raised his arms to let the soft fabric drift down over him.

"Okay, then dear. In the email I was told to say the 'game' has started. Or can start?"

"I have some more things for you." She handed over the result of her shopping trip, a department store bag holding a black, knit skirt and a sheer blouse, also black. "Wear your high heels, too, honey! You must be dressed like this the entire evening." She gave him an encouraging smile. "I'll like seeing your bum and long legs in your skirt."

She was right, the skirt's fabric clung to his legs and hips, making Rob's bum prominent. When walking in high heels, he was unaware the way he swung his hips was quite an erotic sight for a woman who appreciated women as well as men.

Finally they sat down to dinner, both wearing blouse and skirt. As they finished their meal, Jenny told Rob more. "Now for the real surprise. Tonight we shall visit an old friend. It's a bit of drive so we're to spend the weekend at her place. Bring your nightie and toothbrush. We're going there with you dressed just as you are now, entirely feminine, and you shall stay in women's clothing all weekend. This friend is broad-minded; actually, even a bit kinky. It's she who emailed you. I'll drive so you can wear your highest heels."

Rob stammered out a quick protest. "Going out to the car? Everyone will see me!"

"Nonsense, it's nearly dark now, wear a coat, you'll want it in any event. No one will notice."

During dinner Rob had worn kitten heels but since Jenny asked him to wear high heels he slipped on his three inch heels.

He heard his wife rummaging in their wardrobes and filling suitcases while he cleaned up from dinner.

When Rob stepped into their bedroom she greeted him with more commands. "When I'm done here, you can bring the suitcases to the car." She saw his footwear. "Dearie, I said high heels, not half high. Please put on the ones I just bought for you."

"I can't walk in those for a long time."

"Where we're going, you won't have to walk far. There might even be chairs available." With that, it seemed settled. Rob went to his closet again and fetched Jenny's gift of just a week earlier: a pair of shiny, black, four-inch high heels with peep toe and an ankle strap.

Walking in them wasn't really a problem for Rob, he'd been walking in heels for years, here in the flat. He hadn't before walked in heels out where his neighbors might see him, he didn't want to draw any attention while carrying suitcases to the car parked at the curb. After some hesitation he took her weekender out, then the two suitcases she'd packed for him. He put them into the boot as quickly as he could, then seated himself on the passenger side.

Once outside of town, on the A-road through the countryside, Jenny could relax a bit. She reached over to run her fingers over his skirt, plucking at a suspender with one finger, running down his leg to caress his stockings. "Is Roberta enjoying this?"

Rob had been alternating between worry and fantasizing about where they might be going. "I'm having a good time." He paused, wondering where his wife had gotten the name Roberta. "I am curious, maybe a bit anxious."

Jenny smiled. "Well, it's all a matter of trust and we've discussed this often. I won't do anything to hurt or upset you. You can relax."

Rob wasn't entirely satisfied. "You know I trust you, but you also know I've never before gone outside dressed this way. I never thought anyone but you would ever see me like this. Does your friend know we play our games as we do?"

Rob noticed Jenny hesitated before answering. "She knows you like to wear feminine clothing, which only raised her interest in you. With going into much detail, I told her you do such a nice job of pleasing me and sometimes you like to be a bit submissive, especially when you've dressed for me. She wants to meet you dressed this way for that reason. To be honest, I couldn't refuse her request. Nor can you, after all, she did send you some lovely gifts."

Rob realized he had another question. "So you know about the strange emails I received?"

Jenny smiled. "I've been wondering when you were going to tell me. Yes, I gave your email addresses to my friend. I might as well tell you now; it has been Marion. Do you remember her, Marion Saunders? We went to her husband's funeral a year ago and I went to spend time with her a few times in the months right after she lost John. She likes you very much, she appreciated how kind you were when you stayed overnight dropping me off or picking me up at her house. She and I talked about every subject under the sun during the time I stayed with her. I told her all about us trying to play our little games and how we made some progress, but lacked time, place and inspiration."

Rob was shocked such intimate details of his life had been told to another person but chose not to comment.

"Last month, she came to town for a day of shopping with me. We spent hours together and old things came up. Talking over coffee we got an idea. Now, Marion lives all by herself in a lovely, big country house, she offered us a chance to play there. She told me quite frankly she's quite interested in you, she insisted on hosting a game this weekend. I have every reason to expect you'll like it. If you like it enough we can play more."

"So it wasn't you who sent all the lingerie? I had convinced myself it was you all the time."

"No, I knew Marion had some ideas, but I didn't realize she had started until this afternoon. So it was a surprise for me as well when you told me the game had begun. Well, a spoilt surprise, since Marion had to call me and report you didn't accept the package when Carmen brought it over. I imagined Marion would simply have the three of us get together at her place this weekend, now it seems this visit will be a bit more than just social."

"You know we must be honest to each other." Jenny's voice was suddenly stern. "You received these e-mails every day this week but didn't didn't tell me about them until today. You understand you'll be punished for this. In fact, that's one of the nice things about going to Marion: her house has no neighbors nearby. So I can play with you without being disturbed. You can yell and nobody at all will hear you."

"I started to tell you. I asked if you were teasing."

"And you failed to follow through when I said no. I did ask you what you meant."

Happily for Rob, Jenny didn't ask him to get out, operate the pump and pay when she stopped to fill the tank after exiting the motorway. Rob pulled his coat closed to cover his nylon-clad legs.

Jenny returned to see his coat over his legs. "I love to see your legs. Come on honey, show them to me."

With a sigh Rob re-opened his coat despite the bright lights of the petrol station. "I'd be horribly embarrassed if somebody should see me."

"I can tell you this; should a woman pass by and see your legs, she'd think I'm a lucky girl to have a companion with legs like these, male or female. You underestimate women; many wouldn't mind seeing their lovers dressed up in stockings when making love. It's can be an incredible sexy sight for us, too; it isn't just men fond of legs in stockings.

"Yes, but a man."

"When a man sees you beside me, he won't notice your legs. Men generally look at me when we're together, don't they?"

Rob knew she was right, Jenny always attracted looks from other men. She could draw attention wearing anything, dressed up or casual. He counted himself lucky to have married such a beautiful, loving and understanding woman.

After driving in silence, Jenny gave Rob more information. "Marion has moved to a different house than the one you've visited. Marion sold her place in Towcester, it had too many memories. She has a lovely, big house with a bit of land near Silverstone. I helped her look at houses whenever I was there with her. Marion's new house is larger than a normal family home. I had an idea of her purpose buying that particular house, secluded in the country. I expect she wanted to build a dungeon in the basement. We'll soon see if I'm right."

Rob felt a chill. "But you just said you won't hurt me."

"I keep my promises. No need to worry about too much pain or inconvenience. But you will pay for not instantly informing me."

"I didn't know the meaning of the emails or their purpose. I added the sender to my junk filter Wednesday. They didn't even come to my inbox after." Rob was getting worried what Jenny might do.

Suddenly she wasn't stern, she was just Jenny again, grinning. "Stop overreacting. It's all part of our little game. In the game I need a reason to punish you. You understand that much so don't be such a wimp. Imagine, a full weekend for ourselves. I've waited a long time to do something like this with you again."

Rob leaned over toward her. "How does Marion fit in?"

"I can assure you, Marion is to be trusted completely. Otherwise we wouldn't be going to her place. The rest is part of her surprise, the game. I have only a notion. We'll see when we get there."

Chapter 2

The remaining twenty minutes to their destination passed in silence. Jenny made a turn to follow a narrow country road. It wasn't long before she turned into a drive leading into a fairly large estate. It was dark all around the big house, no evidence of other houses nearby.

Jenny parked the car in front of the house. As soon as they stepped out of their car, the front door opened, with Marion standing in the doorway.

"Here you are again; welcome back Jenny. And Roberta!" She gave Rob a smile, then a kiss on his lips before she hugged him. He watched Marion greeted Jenny the same way; their kiss lingering before the hug. "Lovely to see you again dear and now we're all here at my new home. Roberta, you can take the luggage upstairs, first room on the left and then join us. Jenny and I will be in the sitting room.

Marion took Jenny's arm, the two women walked into the house without another look to Rob. "Oh sweet Jenny, I'm so glad to have you visit. You've no idea how I've missed you."

Unsteady in high heels on the gravel, Rob carried their luggage into the entry hall, one piece at a time. He could hear Jenny's and Marion's voices from the sitting room across from the stair. He decide to take off his heels to better navigate the stair carrying suitcases.

The room Marion gave them was old-fashioned, furnished with a large double bed. Satin sheets, very nice, he thought. Heavy curtains covered the window and a large wardrobe stood in the corner. Thick carpets covered the floor.

With their suitcases in the room, he though it was time for a well-deserved drink. He went back to the main floor, sat on the stair to buckle the strap putting his heels back on and went to join the ladies. When he opened the door, he saw a cozy lounge. At the back end was the dining area, at the front comfortable chairs. The two ladies were sitting on a couch.

Marion greeted Rob as he entered, her eyes still on Jenny. "Pour yourself a whiskey and make yourself comfortable." He realized she'd heard the sound of his high heels on the wood floor as he walked along the main hall.

Drink in hand, Rob looked around the room. A fireplace had a fire going, just enough to deal with the chill air of a spring evening. Next to it were shelves with books. Large windows had been covered with velvet curtains and a carpet was laid between the hearth and the couch where the ladies had taken their seats.

He took a seat opposite the ladies and tried to not stare at Marion. In the full light he saw she was dressed in a black dress, very narrow and snug fitting down to her knees. She wore black high heels and stockings. He remembered her shoulder-length hair as brown, it now seemed more auburn, a definite red cast to it. Her sensuous lips, with scarlet lipstick, were curved in an alluring smile and complemented her hair nicely. Her large blue eyes, made more prominent by dark eye shadow, stayed coolly on him. He had met Marion before, of course, at the funeral and a few times at her previous house. This Marion looked like a completely different woman.

Jenny noticed the conversation had slowed as Marion and Rob appraised each other." I hope you like what you see, Roberta."