A Chaste Slave To My Ex Ch 05

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Anthea and Nikki sit at an upscale café, sipping their coffee. The minute Anthea starts telling her about the new life dynamic with me, Nikki's eyes widen in excitement.

Then Anthea seems concerned and skeptical.

"Well, it is not all like a honeymoon, you know. I like more and more this feeling of power-being in control-but sometimes I am suspecting if this kind of dynamic is too much. I mean, I have complete power over him. His whole day revolves around me."

Nikki listens intently, nodding with concern.

Anthea presses on, "I'm scared I could start abusing that power. What if I push it too far? I don't want to be taking advantage of him. But in a relationship like this-where is the line drawn? And what happens when that control becomes unhealthy?"

Nikki gives a reassuring smile and lays a hand on Anthea's arm.

"Anthea, listen to me. You're one of the nicest, most considerate persons I know. That you're concerned about taking advantage of him at all shows you're not the type that'd overstep. Power within a relationship doesn't have to spell abuse. As long as there is respect and communication, it's you in control-not him, right?"

"Yes, that's true, after all; he pushed me to take control over his life. Still, sometimes I feel like I'm playing with fire."

"Girl, just as long as you keep your integrity in tact, you aren't taking advantage of him. It's not like you are forcing him into anything he didn't already agree to. Besides, it sounds like he is thriving under this control. You're helping him become a better version of himself."

"You make it sound so simple." Anthea says with a soft giggle.

"Well, you're over thinking it, girl. You're allowed to enjoy this, just like he enjoys serving you. You deserve it. And from the sound of it, you're giving him what he craves too. It's mutual, even if it's not 'traditional.' As long as you keep that awareness, there's nothing wrong with indulging in your power."

Anthea visibly lightens, clearly relieved.

"I guess that's just a learning curve. But it feels good, you know? To have this control to be in the position I am."

Nikki grins, bumping Anthea's arm playfully.

"And should! Just keep doing what you're doing. Trust your instincts. You're smart and if he's happy, then you're doing it right. Maybe this is exactly the relationship you both need."

Nikki leans forward after a second, eyes alight with curiosity. "Alright, so, tell me something: how far are you going to go with this? Like, are you ever going to lighten the reins?"

"I don't know. I'm still finding that out. I don't think I want to lighten them too much at least, structure is important. Yet, at the same time, I don't want him to lose himself completely."

"Well, maybe there's a way to balance that too. Like, maybe you could give him tasks that challenge him in different ways-make him learn new skills, or work on something personal, like his self-discipline."

Anthea laughs, relaxing a bit now. "That's actually a good idea. You're always so good at making me feel better about this."

"Because I know you! You got a good head on your shoulders. Just keep doing what works for both of you. And hey, if you ever need advice on how to keep him in line, you know I'm always here to help."

"Nikki, I just say thank you. You've been like a rock, you know, with me navigating this relationship. I don't think I would have made it without your advice from that very first moment he came up with this crazy idea."

Nikki gives her a warm smile and reaches across the table, giving Anthea's hand a squeeze.

"Of course, girl; I'm always here for you. And, it is not exactly easy handling this peculiar dynamic, but you are doing quite well. And trust me, I perfectly understand. John and I have our own version, as you know."

"Seriously, Nikki, your relationship with John had always been an inspiration to me. As a matter of fact, that was part of my drive to try this power dynamic out with Richard."

Nikki beamed sweetly. "Flattered. But I'll admit my authority over my fiancé and our relationship lack depth and dynamic compared to yours ha-ha."

Anthea disagreed kindly. "Don't say that. You two are engaged, there is feeling. I and Richard are ex, yes there are still feelings but channeling in another way. Your ability to hold such a power in this kind of relationship shows your experience and skills, Nikki."

Nikki laughs, the brightness of it shining in her eyes.

"Oh, we are on that path, in some ways. Truth be told, I have the financial control. I do the books, I have the final say when we disagree, and John does most of the housework. He's always respectful in public, never undermines me, and let's just say I also get to decide how often we have sex and how it goes." She winks playfully at Anthea.

Anthea chuckles softly. "Sounds to me like a typical FLR, girl ha-ha."

Nikki smiles and takes a sip of her coffee.

"Not all are blooming in our relationship. The only real problem is that sometimes I get well, a little sadistic."

Anthea raises an eyebrow, interested.

"Yeah Anthea, I get frustrated sometimes, and I lecture him. I'd love to spank him ha-ha or give him a real punishment when he's being stubborn, but I respect that he's my fiancé, and I can't cross that line."

Anthea looks flabbergasted by that. "WOW! Spanking John? Really? I didn't know or imagine you are such a bitch hi-hi."

Nikki bursts into laughter. "I feel this way sometimes, yes, ha-ha! I am not a bitch, you know me from childhood, but yes, I have such sadistic tendencies, the thought makes me horny!

Anthea says thoughtful.

"You know, I do not believe in corporal punishment. To me, it is just too extreme; there are ways of disciplining someone without having to go that far."

Nikki leans back in the chair, a smirk playing in the corners of her mouth as she shakes her head-playful.

"I listen to you, Anthea, you know, always I do, and respect your opinion, but I really do think you can apply this practice to your situation. With a sub like Richard, corporal punishment is actually part of the dynamic. It is not just about discipline-it cements the bond between you. It's necessary, just like the rewards are."

Anthea leans sideways, her eyes wide with interest and a little caution.

"I also do value your opinion and your experience; you have greatly helped me to go through my new dynamic with Richard. You really think so? I mean, I've never used physical punishment on him. I always felt it might break his spirit or damage our relationship."

Nikki nods in deep reflection.

"Okay, it's a legitimate concern, but here's the issue: corporal punishment within a D/s relationship isn't abuse. It's consensual, and in many ways, it is expected. He likely needs that structure, Anthea. A spank or a firm hand when he screws up doesn't need to be cruel-what it does is reinforces the dynamic, reminds him of his place, and deepens the connection between you two."

Anthea looks down into her cup, choosing her words.

"I don't know, Nikki. I have always been more about the mental and emotional control, not the physical. What if I cross a line I don't want to?"

Nikki nods, knowing the reservations.

"You're not an abuser, Anthea. You're considerate and thoughtful and caring. For you to question it means that. In your kind of relationship, though, physical discipline can almost be a natural extension of the control you've already set up.".

After a moment, Anthea nods, seeming to open to the idea.

"I guess that makes some sense, but I should think on it some more."

Nikki grins triumphantly at seeing how Anthea was actually considering her words.

"That is all I ask. Just think about it. You guys are so close already, and actually adding some corporal component might just really strengthen that."

She's still skeptical of the idea, but much of what Nikki has laid out teases her into some intrigue.

"You know, I am actually excited to try something new. Thanks, Nikki-I'm lucky to have you in my corner."

"Always, girl. And, hey, maybe someday you will be the one giving me advice!"

Anthea and Nikki were talking about Anthea's holiday.

"I was just thinking about when I'm going away on holiday for those two weeks. Of course, I shall make it perfectly clear to him what are my expectations, but somehow I don't think that will be enough. He's still a bit of a little boy at times, you know? Needs everything instructed, guided and supervised. Without that, well, my fear is that he'll get his head off track."

Nikki leans in a bit closer, her expression serious, but below that, all amuses.

"Of course, Anthea. He is not one to be left to his own devices, if he is at all like a little boy. He will need someone to keep him in line, at least see that he follows through with his training. I can check up on him for you while you're away, make sure he does not slack off. It's no bother at all really."

Relief lights up Anthea's eyes, and a flower of a grateful smile blooms on her lips. "Would you, Nikki? That would be such a help. I wouldn't feel as anxious, knowing you're there to keep a look at him." Nikki waves off the thanks with a dismissive laugh.

"It's my pleasure, Anthea, really. But let me warn you, as much as I can grant that he is kind and cares for you, let us not forget his past. I have not forgotten how he lied and manipulated you. Honestly, because of that, I don't like him very much. So, it will be fun to make him uncomfortable, keep him on his toes while you are away."

She chuckles then, lightly, as if such a thought amuses her.

"I trust you, Nikki. I trust your mind, your experience, and your natural kindness. You always know just how to handle these sorts of situations. And. you're right. He probably does need to feel uncomfortable. It might even discipline him more effectively, especially if he's comparing you to me in his head."

Nikki grins, leaning forward.

"Exactly! He will feel even more grateful for your mercies when he is under my thumb for a while. In fact...".

"Why don't you let me handle some of his punishments while you're gone? Spanking, for example. It will keep him on track. And it saves you feeling guilty over it since I would be doing it."

Anthea's face changes; a shadow of doubt crosses it.

"Spanking? I don't know, Nikki. That's just too much for me. I don't want him to be scared of me, nor of you. I want him to respect me, not be afraid of some kind of punishment."

Nikki's tone softens, but persuasive.

"I know this is not easy for you, Anthea. But this has nothing to do with being afraid of him. It's about order, it's about discipline, and it is about maintaining the hierarchy. Spanking doesn't have to be vicious. It is merely one means of reminding him of his position, of staying in line. Punishment as maintenance is understood to enhance behavior and performance. He will be better able to focus, remember who he is, and not drift back into those patterns of lying."

Anthea takes a deep breath, still hesitant but clearly weighing Nikki's reasoning.

"I can see how that would work, but I don't want him to feel that I have abandoned him to some other punisher. It means something to me that he feels cared for, even when he is being punished.".

"He will still feel loved, Anthea, don't worry. At first it is you who make the decisions and prepare him for his fate. In fact, having me discipline him will just serve to make your love seem all the more cherishable to him. He will appreciate your goodness all the more when he has something to contrast with. And when you come back, he will be more dutiful, more attentive, and all the more grateful for your love."

Anthea leans back, face contemplative, weighing the pros and cons. After a very long pause, she looks over at Nikki and nods briefly. There is still a tinge of reluctance in her voice. "We will see sweetie. I want it to help him, not harm him. But time will show us what the right direction is." Then she smiles, "I think it's time for us to make together a visit to Richard and explain your role while I will be away. What do you think about?"

Nikki is smiling broadly and seems excited.

"Any afternoon you want, Anthea, it will be my pleasure, ha-ha."

Part2 Nikki's visit

Anthea sits cross-legged in deep purple camisole, sapphire-blue polka shorts with white dots, and blue flip-flops. I am kneeling at her feet, awaiting her instructions as she has crossed her arms on her chest.

"Now listen carefully, boy. Nikki is coming over in a few minutes, and I expect you to be on your best behavior. You will greet her the same way you greet me--on your knees, with your head bowed, and a kiss to her feet. Understood?"

I look at her, hesitate a little before speaking.

"Yes Lady, but may I say something?"

"Of course boy, go ahead."

"Thanks Lady. I just. I don't think Nikki likes me. Is it good that she be involved in our relationship?"

Anthea's face turns into a serious and strict expression.

"First of all, boy, allow me to remind you of your status here. You are not in a position to tell me who I will and will not involve in our relationship, especially when it concerns my closest friend. Secondly, how and why did you come up with this craziness in your head about Nikki?"

"I am sorry, Lady, you are right, as always; it is not my business. I got that sense when I met her after we broke up. She barely looked at me. I think she might have some kind of grudge."

Anthea lifts an eyebrow; her blue eyes narrowed slightly as she listened, but she said nothing for a couple of moments, just letting my words hang in the air.

"Oh, please, boy, Nikki doesn't care about you enough to have any grudge. You are over thinking this." She waved her hand carelessly. "Whatever happened between us back then is ancient history to her."

"But, Lady, when we once encountered each other, she proceeded to make all those accusations against me regarding the way I treated you. And when I tried to be courteous, she just seemed cold. I'm afraid that--"

I am cut off by Anthea with a shrill tone raised, the expression upon her face a bit sterner now.

"Enough!" Her voice is final and without debate. "I told you, boy, Nikki doesn't think about you. She's my guest, not yours. Your only concern is to serve and obey. Do you understand?"

I bow my head and say with a soft voice, "Yes, Lady. I understand."

"Good. Now, as to what you shall wear: You'll be in your apron, nothing underneath, of course. And your chastity device will be polished and spotless. When Nikki arrives, you will greet her as I instructed and serve her just as you serve me."

I feel my stomach tie itself in knots, knowing resistance or argument will not be tolerated.

"And don't forget to address her as 'Madam Nikki'. She is no mere guest. She is a superior woman, and you will give her the respect due. Understood?"

"Yes, Lady."

Anthea sits on the couch, waiting for Nikki's arrival. I am standing in the hall, apron-clad, with a rising tide of nervousness mixed with submission. The doorbell chimes and Anthea inclines her head toward the door. I walk to the door, open it, and find Nikki standing outside. Tall, with long black hair, and black eyes; overweight, face looking nice, stands at the door with lots of confidence in a red T-shirt and black loose linen pants combined with black leather high-heeled sandals. Her eyes scan me briefly as she steps inside. Cold is her gaze, while her lips barely seem to smile.

I fall onto my knees quickly, my head bowed. "Welcome, Madam Nikki. Lady Anthea is waiting for you in the living room." I go further down to kiss her feet.

Nikki says, smirking, in a mocking tone. "Oh, look at you. An apron? Really? And here I thought I'd seen everything." She chuckles low and soft, her eyes roaming over me, stopping on the apron. "You know, Richard, it suits you. You look so. fitting in this. Just like the little maid you were always meant to be."

She bursts into a fit of laughter, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Kissing my feet like a good little servant. I never thought I'd see the day when you'd fall this low. But then again, maybe this is exactly where you belong."

She steps further inside, and I stay kneeling, feeling that maybe I should not say a word, but the mocking in her words weighs heavy. She bends a little, and her voice lowers into a more searing tone.

"See how far you have fallen. From a man down to this-a whimpering little servant. On your knees, where you belong. It is nice to see you finally found your place. And it is precisely what you deserve."

Anthea gets up from the couch, beaming, as she walks toward Nikki. They fling their arms open and peck each other's cheeks.

Anthi says excitedly, "Nikki darling! So glad you could make it and you are here!"

Nikki is laughing softly, embracing Anthea. "Oh, you know I wouldn't miss this."

They come out of the hug, and Anthea is talking to me.

Her voice is commanding yet tranquil. "Boy, go prepare two icy coffees for us, and don't forget the water."

I nod submissively. "Yes, Lady."

I hurry toward the kitchen, my hands shaking a little from the weight of the humiliation. Returning with the tray, I carefully serve the drinks and the glasses of water, placing everything in front of them. I then stand back, lifting the edges of my apron to curtsey deeply to both of them, revealing my chastity device.

Immediately, Nikki bursts into a shrill laughter-incredulous. She nearly spills her coffee, holding her sides in amusement as she watches me go through my little performance.

Nikki is coughing through her laughter as she says, "Oh my God, no way! You did-you just curtseyed?" She wipes her eyes as further bursts of laughter rack her body. "I can't believe what I see. You. you used to be her boyfriend and now look at you! A little ugly girl in an apron curtseying like some pathetic servant. How does it feel, huh? Going from man to this?"

She motions vaguely at me, her mocking laughter still burbling up as she takes a sip of her coffee, shaking her head.

"What a fall from grace. I almost feel bad for you... almost."

Anthea says in a soothing voice. "Oh, Nikki, don't be too hard on him. He's still learning." She turns to me, the soft, smiling curve of her lips. "It's hard, you know-going from my ex to my obedient boy. But I really must say, he gets better at it.Isn't that right, boy?"

I nod my head further down, swelling a little with pride from the praise, desperate for more, desperate to please.

"Yes, Lady. Thank you."

Nikki leans back into her chair, still chuckling to herself as she continues to eye me closely, her eyes bright with mischief.

"Oh, I am sure that it does. It has to be such a struggle for him. Poor thing. But he is doing an excellent job, isn't he?" she says, chuckling again; her voice is soaked with sarcasm now. "Really, Anthea, I do think you have done a brilliant job with him. And I sincerely hope this amuses you-having him at your beck and call, curtsying like some sort of little maid. It is, almost, poetry.".

"Oh, you have no idea, Nikki. But in a way, it's liberating for him, don't you think? No longer the need to masquerade as something he is not. He has finally taken up his rightful position." Then she gives me that sweet smile. "Do not worry, boy. You will get better with time. It is part of your training. You will soon be the perfect little servant."

I stay there, the weight of their laughter on me, but I say nothing else because I know whatever I would have to say isn't going to make any difference in this room.