The Yes Game - the Wife!

"Oh Shit Oh shit," my mind was in a frenzied state! My wife was here, now! How was this possible?

I couldn't quite take it in.

I was running down a hall with Scarlett's hand on my back, propelling me forward and guiding me into one of the massage rooms.

I stood there naked and panting. I looked over to Scarlett for I don't know what, guidance, protection, sympathy?

But no, Scarlett just laughed, like this was the funniest thing she had seen all day, and that was saying something!

I looked around frantically for my clothes, but of course they were in another room. I grabbed a towel off the massage table in this room and wrapped it around my waist.

The door opened and I jumped, but it was only Jenny.

"Damn dude, your wife is pissed!"

I could hear Jordan and Margaret trying to calm her down.

I snuck a peek just in time to see my wife in her yoga outfit walk into the room that did have my clothes!

"Where is he, the little shit? Don't tell me he isn't here, I can see his clothes right here! As a matter of fact..." and then she went silent.

The next thing I knew, she strode out of the room with my clothing pressed against her chest. I ducked back into the room I was hiding out in and could hear Margaret calling out "ma'am, ma'am" and then I heard the bell on the door chime.

She had left!

She had left with my clothes!

I was processing this, trying to decide if it was good or bad.

It was bad.

It was all bad.

Then the bell chimed again.

"JAMES!"

There were four rooms including the one she'd already been in. It seemed better somehow to turn myself in as opposed to being found cowering in a corner.So I took a deep breath and walked up the hall.

Jenny and Scarlett were behind me giggling. Giggling!

Again, I could hear Margaret trying to calm my wife down.

I turned the corner into the common room and both Margaret and my wife turned to face me. And that's when Scarlett pulled my towel away.

I just stood there frozen. I could hear Jenny gasp behind me. I could see Margaret's eyes grow wide, no doubt stunned that Scarlett would pour more fuel on this dumpster fire.

My wife's expression was exactly what you'd expect it to be, anger, confusion, horror, disgust and somewhere deep down there, the possibility of a slight smile. But that would have to wait.

I covered my privates and went on the offensive. "Sara, what are you doing here? How did you know I'd be here?

"God, you are such an idiot," she said. "Hello, find my phone!"

And with that she held up her phone and there on the screen was a pulsating blue dot that represented me in all my naked glory.

"My yoga class was cancelled, burst pipe or something. I called to see if I could bring you some lunch, but you didn't answer. I figured maybe you were in the shower. Then I get home, no James. Strange, because you said you weren't going anywhere. So I called again. No answer again. And that's when I tried this," she said, holding up her phone again.

"I look at street view and all I see are three businesses, an H&R Block office, a hair salon and this place.

What the hell James, what in the actual hell?"

"I'm just getting a massage," I say weakly. "You know my shoulders been kind of acting up lately and I just..."

"Why is your hair wet?"

"What?"

"Your hair, why is it wet?"

"Oh that's my bad," piped up Scarlett. "We were having fun with Jimmy and I poured ice cold water over his head and on his little penis."

The room went silent as Sara stared wide eyed at Scarlett and then at Jenny who had placed her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing.

Margaret guided Sara over to a chair. "Perhaps, you'd like to take James home now," she suggested.

Sara nodded as if she thought that might be a good idea, but then she shook her head and said "no, I want to know exactly what is going on here."

I jumped back in. "Like I said, I just came in to get a massage because my shoulder..."

Sara cut me off again. "Is that true," she asked, turning to Margaret.

"Well," Margaret said, "I'm sure that was his original intention, but..."

"Oh he never comes in for a massage," Scarlet said, "his sessions are always about the humiliation."

"Sessions," Sarah said, looking me dead in the eye. "Sessions," she said again emphasizing the last "s."

I think she was about to go on a tirade, but then her brow furrowed a bit and she said to no one in particular, "humiliation?"

It was at this point that Jordan and Sonia crept back into the room. They had been hiding out, but no way were they going to miss this!

"James?"

I didn't know how to answer. Oh I knew the answer alright, but there was no way I was going to verbalize it!

So of course, Scarlett spoke up.

Margaret tried to shut her up, to tell her it wasn't her place to provide answers.

"Oh no," Sara insisted. "I want you to tell me everything. Do not leave out a single detail."

I turned to give Scarlett a pleading look, to convey my desperation, to imply that a timely "just kidding" or "today is the first day I've ever seen this guy" or "he just came in for a shoulder rub," might still win the day.

Unfortunately, by turning around Sara got her first glimpse of my bright red ass and cried out "Oh My God!"

So much for "just kidding."

So Scarlett held court. No humiliating detail was too trivial to mention.

She started at the beginning, regaling Sara and everyone else with my first visit, where I told her all about my humiliation fetish, repeating the fantasies I had told her, fantasies that Sara was certainly hearing for the first time.

Everyone was laughing at these stories, everyone except Sara and of course, me.

"Wait a minute," Sara said. "So you're telling me on all these visits, you're not fucking him, blowing him or jacking him off?"

"First of all," Scarlett said with as haughty an air as she could muster, "I don't fuck my clients and I don't do blow jobs!

I do however give great hand jobs, but he wasn't interested."

Sarah shook her head. "I don't get it. So what do you do exactly?"

Scarlett started to describe a session when Jenny interrupted.

"Wouldn't it be easier to just show her?"

That got my attention!

I looked around and saw a smile on every girls face. Even Sara let herself smile just a little bit for the first time since she had stormed in.

"Fucking brilliant," whispered Margaret.

"NO," I cried, possibly for the first time today.

"Sara, my butt really hurts!"

Sonia and Jordan snickered.

Sara shot me a look that told me I had no say in this conversation.

"Yes, um..," Sara said, "can you show me, sorry what's your name again?"

"Oh right," I am Scarlett, and this is Jenny, Jordan, Sonia and Margaret.

Sara's eyes lingered for a second on Margaret, which prompted Margaret to say, "I am the office manager, I, um, don't actually, um, do this stuff."

"But she did today," Scarlett said in a sing song voice. "But we'll get there later," she said, winking at Margaret.

"Right, let's get started," and with that Scarlett patted the massage table and I sighed and reluctantly climbed on.

Scarlett was in her element. She described the Yes Game, and asked me if I wanted to be spanked.

I started to say that I thought Sara got the idea, but Scarlett whacked me hard on the ass and told me to play along, so I did.

I looked over at Sara and her eyes were wide and her mouth agape, but what really worried me was that I could definitely see that smile fighting to get through.

Scarlett wanted to re-enact the underwear reveal again with Sonia and was disappointed to learn that my underwear along with the rest of my clothes were locked in my wife's trunk.

Needless to say, I too was disappointed. I really, really wanted those clothes.

Not to worry, a "sexy" pair was found for me adding just a touch more humiliation to an incredibly humiliating experience. They literally had "sexy" written across the butt.

Then it got worse.

After Sonia reenacted her reaction to my small penis, Sarah asked the room, "is it really that small?"

Everyone got quiet and then Sonia said, "Oh yeah, it is really that small!"

"It's just, we started dating in high school, and well, I don't really have anything to compare it to.

I mean I've seen big dicks in movies and magazines and stuff, but I figured that was why I was seeing them, because they were big. I figured James' was average."

Again, silence and then Jenny and Jordan said at the same time, "It's really small."

I was going to protest, when the door chime went off and Margaret went out to greet a customer. She came back a minute later and pulled Jordan out.

And then before we could start back up, it happened again and Margaret pulled Sonia.

"Well," Scarlett said, "I guess you two," and here she pointed at Margaret and Sara, "will just have to take their places for reenactment purposes."

And so we started in on the paddling and the "yes mommies."

Sara spanked me with gusto and when it was her turn to look me in the eye as I was being spanked, she was no longer hiding her enjoyment.

"You know, the only thing that would make this better is if Katie could see your teeny weeny penis."

"Wait," asked Jenny, "who's Katie?"

"Oh she's Jame's not so secret crush."

I tried to play dumb, but she was dead on.

Sara continued, "Whenever we see her and her husband in the neighborhood or at parties or at the pool, they always glom onto each other and giggle and flirt like they were in middle school."

Again, not wrong.

"I wonder if she'd be so flirty if she could see this," she said, pointing to my penis.

"Shall we show it to her James? What do you think? Maybe at the pool sometime I could sneak up behind you and whoosh." And here she mimed pantsing me. "What do you think James, would she laugh?"

"I'd laugh," said Jenny.

And then it was time for the water torture, the event that set this whole repeat performance in motion. Except, Scarlett surprised me. She said, "don't worry Jimmy, I promise not to dump ice cold water on your little pee pee again. But I do want Sara to see what it was like, so roll over on your back and I'll just pretend."

So I did, I rolled over and close my eyes. I heard some intensive whispering. I figured it out a second before I was doused with the first direct hit to my penis from, you guessed it, Sarah, while Jenny poured a bottle on my chest and and Margaret emptied one on my head.

They all laughed and really seemed to be enjoying themselves.

And then I made a mistake.

As I wiped water from my eyes, I turned to Sara and asked, "Okay, are we even now?"

She just looked at me and shook her head.

"Oh this, you think THIS makes us even?

Right, sure. You do all this shit behind my back. God knows what else your up to.

You can't keep a real job, but you're happy to live off my salary, which I guess pays for all this.

But I poured water on your little dick, so sure, we're even!"

"Wait a minute," said Margaret. "He doesn't work?"

"He's 'between jobs again," Sara practically sneered.

Does he contribute to keeping the house clean?

We use a service, Sara said.

Oh God, are you sleeping with the house cleaners?!

"No, Sara, I am not sleeping with anybody but you!"

"I bet he finds ways for the cleaners to accidentally catch him naked though," Jenny said.

Yeah, I wished I'd denied that one faster.

"Oh my God," Sara moaned.

"Okay," Margaret said. "You guys need to make some changes right now!"

"You" she said, pointing to Sara. "Cancel your contract with the cleaning service."

"You," she said, pointing to me, "you're cleaning the house from now on."

Sara, what do you do for breakfast?" Margaret asked.

"Oh I usually drive thr..."

"You," Margaret said pointing at me again, "you are making her breakfast Monday through Friday, got it?"

"What!?" I protested (I liked sleeping in).

Margaret cut me off.

"Are you kidding me, you'll do it and by the way, if she wants you to kiss her ass every morning and call her Princess, you'll do that too."

I shrugged as Sara said, "ooh I like that idea."

"Okay," I said, "we do this and we're at least good for now?"

Sara got right up in my face and said "kiss my ass right now and call me princess and we'll see."

So I did. One big smooch right on her yoga pants.

"Wait a minute," Scarlett said, and came over and slowly started to role the backside of Sara's pants down and then grabbed Sara by the shoulders and turned her until I was presented with her bare ass.

I gave it a kiss and Scarlett said "keep going until I tell you to stop."

Scarlett started to massage Sara's shoulders and said on second thought, "keep going until Sara tells you to stop."

She then kneaded her shoulders a little more. "Should he keep going, Sara?"

I looked up and saw Sara staring into Scarlett's eyes and say "keep going."

I kissed Sara's butt again.

Scarlett's hand grazed Sara's right breast.

"Should he keep going Sara?"

"Keep going," Sara said.

Another graze and then more of a stroke.

"Keep going," Sara said. This time it came out as more of a whisper.

I looked up again and saw that Sara's eyes were now closed as Scarlett's left hand started to mirror the right.

Sara, kept repeating "keep going, keep going," which was kind of funny since I hadn't kissed her butt cheek in almost a minute.

Scarlett started to tug on the front of Sara's pants, ready to pull them down in front just as far as she had in the back when the door suddenly opened and Jordan walked in asking, "so what did I miss?'

"Ugggh," Jenny groaned, "more like what have we all missed" as the spell was obviously broken.

Sara pulled up her pants and not really looking at anyone said "thank you ladies for all your good advice, I um, I will take it from here."

A minute later Sonia reappeared and it was just all of us in the building again.

I thought we were all done, but then Scarlett reminded us about Margaret taking charge.

Margaret, visibly embarrassed, said "oh I don't think Sara wants to see anymore of this. I just had him crawl around and kiss my feet, and um their feet and...

Sara cut her off. She laughed and said "Sorry, but I definitely need to see this!"

I knew protesting was futile, so back to work I went, Sara laughing the whole time.

When Jenny asked Sara if she needed her toes sucked, she just smiled and said "there will be plenty of time for that later."

"Well," Margaret said, "then we had him up on my desk on all fours when you drove up."

"And what were you going to do then, before I interrupted?'

"No idea," Margaret nervously laughed. "This was all new to me, so I was just improvising."

"Up you go, sweetie," my wife said as she patted the desk.

As I positioned myself on the desk, Sara let me know how things were going to be going forward. She was playing to her crowd and they were loving it.

Finally, she asked me how my butt felt and I told her it really hurt.

"Good, she said."

"Ladies, this was fun, but I guess it's time to take James home now. James please say your sorry to these nice ladies and ask each one of them to spank you 20 times for the trouble you've caused.

So I did, and they did.

After Jordan made sure that the coast was clear, I was instructed to run out to Sara's car in just the "sexy" underwear to retrieve my clothes and more importantly my wallet, so that generous tips could be made all around.

It was decided that I would keep the "sexy" underwear as a memento, so my original pair was thrown away. It was also decided at the last minute that I would forfeit my pants, they would remain with Sara.

So I would be driving home pantless.

As we walked to the door, Jenny piped up. "You know," she said, "my parents love to tell the story of a neighbor of theirs who was out gardening one afternoon when a bee flew up his shorts and stung him on his butt cheek. He ripped off his shorts but was stung again, so he had to rip off his underwear as well and proceeded to run around his back yard bottomless swatting at bees.

They said it was the funniest thing they ever saw."

Everyone just stared at Jenny.

"Well um, I was just thinking about your friend Katie. If you have a backyard, maybe you could invite her over for lemonade or something, while Jimmy er James is out gardening and ..."

"And what," said Jordan, "and just hope a bee stings him?"

"No," said Jenny rolling her eyes, "James would just have to improvise that part."

Sara lit up. "Oh my God, the planning for the neighborhood Halloween party next Saturday. It's supposed to be at Peggy's, but I'm sure she'd be just as happy if I hosted. Peggy, Gwen, Katie and me.

Oh this could work!

Jenny, you're a genius!"

I just stood there stunned. Today had been bad enough, but how far was Sara willing to take this!?

That night we had the best sex we'd had in years. Sara was empowered and I had to admit, I didn't hate it. Now that the day was done, in retrospect, I had to admit it wasn't all bad. I grabbed my dick and started to stroke it a little, but I was tired and Sara was still awake, so no, I pulled my hand away. Also, today's excitement was somewhat tempered by this crazy plan to expose me to Peggy, Gwen and Katie.

Sara assured me that she just got caught up in the moment and of course she would never really go through with something like that!

I wasn't totally convinced.

**Sara could hear James' rhythmic breathing that signaled that he was asleep.

She was way to excited to sleep. Today had been revelatory in so many ways.

She liked this new power dynamic and couldn't wait for James to kiss her ass tomorrow morning.

She had let him believe that the plan to have him expose himself by pretending to be stung by a bee was silly and just fantasy talk.

He didn't need to know (yet) that she had already called Peggy and had the meeting location changed to her house, her back porch, next Saturday at 1:00pm.

He also didn't need to know that she planned to reach out to Jenny and invite her as well, for moral support and tactical advice.

She couldn't believe how excited all this made her. She'd discovered her own fetish. She liked the idea of humiliating her husband. She knew that to some degree he enjoyed being humiliated, but no doubt when he could set the boundaries. That just added to her excitement. She'd let him think he had some control over events and then, well he'd see wouldn't he?

As she drifted off to sleep, she had one last thought, "you know, my shoulder is a little achy, I might need a massage..."