The rain was slamming against the window and every few moments the dark sky became a flash of white. The rumblings of thunder had subsided; it was just another summer storm in the city. I was lying on my bed propped up on a couple of pillows staring out the window as the storm wore down.
"Thanks baby, goodnight." I whispered.
"Your welcome, goodnight."
"I love you."
"I love you too."
And with that the line went dead. I closed my phone and lit a cigarette. I took a deep drag filling my lungs with the delicious smoke and exhaled towards the ceiling. Looking down I watched as my cock started to lean to one side.
"Timber." I said to no one at all.
The sticky semen took on an eerie orange glow when I took another drag. Setting my cigarette in the ashtray I picked up the small white towel from the floor and began whipping myself clean and thinking about the conversation I had just had with Charlie.
Phone sex was better then no sex but I wanted her back. Back in my arms, back in my bed, back where she belonged. I loved sharing our sexual fantasies; my latest one had been based on a web site I came across while surfing for porn. It was a double anal site where the guys made the women wear a dog collar complete with chain leash. The girl was then used by various amounts of men before ending up with two dicks in her ass. When I first saw it all I could imagine was how hot Charlie would look wearing that dog collar and being used by a handful of men. It was a good fantasy and she seemed to like it, almost too much. She had asked if I would really be willing to share her with other men. Which made me stop and think. I mean I did love her and she did make me happy. But, would I end up losing her? What if she decided to do that sort of thing without me being there? Could I handle watching her suck and fuck other men?
I dropped the towel beside the bed and picked up my cigarette, took another long drag and tried to concentrate on all of the questions I had running through my head. Our sex life was amazing and she was a very sexual being. I did love her and I did find these fantasies exciting. I figured it all came down to whether she actually loved me or not. If she truly loved me and wasn't going to cheat on me then what could really be the harm? But how would I know if she really loved me? I had to devise away to make sure she would always be true to me. She was my slut. She wanted to be my slut. What I had to do was make her my slut. I would have to form a master/slave type bond that she would never dare break.
After all of our fights and arguments whenever I "broke up" with her she always wanted to get back together. She would call; she would email, so it would seem that I had some sort of power of her already. I just needed to solidify her feelings. It could be done, but it would take time and "training".
With my mind made up I stubbed out my cigarette.
"So she wants to be my slut, well my slut is what she's gonna be."
Her training would begin soon. It would take time; I had to approach this slowly. Small things first and I had to instill the fear of losing me is she chose to disobey me.
During the week I went about my business tying up all of the loose ends as far as my plan went. Various phone calls were made and received and everything was coming together. Charlie had called and we had made our tentative plans to meet at my place that weekend. She had even gone so far as to email me a few times going into great detail about some of the sexual activities she was looking forward to. The only thing that I had asked of her was that she show up wearing a thong and she would make the trip to my house "wearing" the string of anal beads I had bought for her.
Soon our date night arrived. As was our ritual she called when she arrived and I met her at the door. She looked amazing and I wondered if it was because she knew she was going to be screwed soon. She nervously entered the house and slipped into my arms where we kissed and gently fondled each other. She moaned softly as I gripped her ass.
"Put both hands on the arm of the sofa and bend over." I instructed her.
She smiled coyly and stepped over to the sofa placing her hands on the arm and bent over slightly.
"No, bend OVER." I demanded.
She complied and bent farther. I lifted her skirt slowly exposing her thighs and savoring the anticipation. I then lifted the skirt above her butt cheeks and was pleased to see she was indeed wearing a thong as I had requested. Fixing her skirt in place to leave my hands free I immediately began my inspection of her ass. I spread her wide and slid the thong to the side. There before me was her tight little bud, and a mix of emotions rushed through me. There was no presence of the anal beads.
"Oh, yeah." She began.
I quickly cut her off. "Shut Up! You deliberately disobeyed me."
"I'm sorry, its just that they..." She began again.
Interrupting I asked. "Did I ask for an explanation?"
"No."
"Stand up."
"Are you mad at me?"
"Not at all. Come on lets go."
"Where are we going?"
"Out, come on."
I held the door open and we stepped outside. I took her hand and we walked in silence the few blocks to a local "go-go" bar. It wasn't one of the upscale places with plush seating and cocktail waitresses. There wasn't security or even a bouncer. It was a local dive with stages behind the bar where girls would get up and dance to three songs while undressing to panties and pasties. What Charlie didn't know was that I knew a girl who danced here. We took seats at the bar and got the bartenders attention. The selection was limited; you had alcohol or a choice between two bottled beers. Charlie ordered a Jack and Coke while I settled for a beer. The girls weren't dancing yet, but it was only about ten minutes before the jukebox was turned on and the three girls appeared and climbed upon their respective "stages". Stacey was on the middle stage and shot me a quick look and a smile. It wasn't anything Charlie would have picked up on, which was good.
"So what, you want to check out some strippers before fucking me? What, is this my punishment for not showing up with the beads in my ass?"
"Yeah." I lied, "Does this make you mad?"
"Not really. That girl in the middle is kinda cute, she's kinda turnin me on."
She was talking about Stacey. And she was right Stacey had a tight little body. She was short, like 5 foot nothing short. She couldn't have weighed more then a buck o five soak and wet. She had those small pert tits and the kind of nice round small ass that fit perfectly into your cupped hands. Her curly raven black hair cascaded in loose ringlets down past her shoulders against her pale skin. I had known her for a while and she was a freak! I would have considered dating her if it wasn't for the fact that she was almost ten years younger then me and pretty heavy into a lifestyle that included going to raves and ingesting the various drugs that accompanied those types of parties.
I knew she'd be down with what I had in mind, all I had to do was tell her about the plan. She didn't care; to her it sounded hot and she was all too happy to be a part of it.
The music continued and the girls swayed and "danced" to the odd song choices that the rather out of date jukebox offered. Finishing our drinks we ordered another round. Before long Stacey started making eyes at Charlie. And I thought Charlie might be getting a little receptive. That coupled with the fact that she thought I had brought her here because I was mad. Knowing Charlie her "revenge" would be to make me jealous by flirting with someone, and why not one of the dancers? Yeah in her mind this made sense.
Once the songs had finished the dancers climbed off their perches and started to make their way to the "dressing room". Charlie stood up and told me she would be right back. I watched as she quickly made her way over toward the door of the girl's dressing room intercepting Stacey. The girls chatted and Stacey looked my direction before pulling Charlie towards her and kissing her. Then taking Charlie by the hand she led her into the dressing room.
I know Charlie had engaged in bisexual activities before so her behavior didn't surprise me one bit. Just about a half-hour went buy as I slowly nursed my beer and tried to keep myself from chain smoking. Normally I would have left and I'm sure Charlie wasn't going to be expecting me to be sitting at the bar when she emerged from the dressing room. But I had a plan and I wasn't going to give up so easily. If she thought she was the only one who could play games she was wrong.
Finally the dressing room door opened and the girls started filing out; the last two were Charlie and Stacey. Charlie's skirt looked slightly skewed and as I had guessed she looked shocked to see me still sitting there at the bar. She sauntered over and climbed up on the barstool and picked up her drink to take a sip.
"So are you still mad at me?"
