I got in the passenger side and closed the door. He started the car, rolled up all the windows, and put it in gear to pull out.
"How's it going, Cuck?" he said as he started to drive out of the parking lot.
"Good, Rick, good, thanks." I replied. He seemed to be in a good mood.
"I'm just going to drive over to the park near here, so we can talk. We got some unfinished issues to discuss, and some ground rules and expectations to go over for Friday. That's okay with you?" There was just a hint of a mocking tone in his voice, acknowledging the fact that he really couldn't care less if it was or wasn't "okay" with me. I was here, he was driving, and I had no say in the matter. I could tell that he enjoyed feeding me those little remarks or mock questions asking my opinion just to demonstrate that he was always in control.
"Of course, Rick, whatever you want to do," I replied. The park was only a few blocks away. He pulled into the parking lot and found a space near the kid's play structure. There were only two other cars in the parking lot. It was getting dark outside, and as far as I could see, the only other people there were two joggers doing loops around the path that encircled the park. He shut off the car.
"I'm glad you passed your little test when you got to the gym. You have good cuck instincts. I could tell the minute we made eye contact that you understood not to even say hi to me when I was talking to that little slut at the front desk. I knew I was right about you. You're a born cuck. You naturally know how to behave around a dominant bull like me, but I still had to test you in a public setting. Your only problem is that when we're texting, you get complacent and respond to me on an equal footing like I was some casual acquaintance.
"Don't worry, we can fix that minor issue pretty easily with a little training. Honestly, you're a natural little cuck, born to take orders and obey a real man. I spotted that in you pretty quickly. You just went way too long with no bull like me discovering you, so you developed some bad habits and managed to fool a beautiful woman into thinking that you're actually a man that she could be completely satisfied with."
He paused, just looking at me, smiling. I didn't need to reply. Everything he just said was true.
"So," he continued, "before we talk about Friday, we have a little unfinished business to catch up on. First, how's my little slut Rachel doing?"
"She's doing good, Rick, no problems at all," I said.
"Good. Here's how this works between us concerning her: I don't know how long it will take because every woman is different, but starting this Friday, I'm taking on the project of bringing out the inner slut in Rachel. As far as you're concerned, though, she is already my slut, my woman, my property, period. You need to know that I'm extremely jealous and possessive of my property. Unlike you, I would never allow another man around my woman, let alone flirting with her or touching her. Even a questionable look from another man gets me angry. I need to know where my woman is at all times, what she's doing, what she's wearing, who she's with, how she's feeling. The two other sluts I'm seeing are the same. If they want to go out with friends on the weekends, they ask my permission, tell me what they're wearing, where they're going, and who they'll be with. They don't even question it, because they know they only need to get caught one time doing something behind my back and they'll never get my cock again. And trust me, that's the last thing they want to happen.
Until Rachel is fully transformed and trained to be my slut, I'm trusting you to provide me with all that information about her. I need this on a daily basis, by text or you can tell me in person when you see me at the gym or whenever. And I don't want to have to be asking for it all the time. It should be automatic. Do you understand?"
"Yes Rick, I can do that, I promise," I said.
"Good. I'm going to hold you to that." He continued, "That's your main responsibility to me now with Rachel. Your second responsibility is to account for yourself. I wasn't joking when I said I owned you. I'm just as possessive about my cuck as I am with my sluts, so I am going to need to monitor you just like I monitor my sluts. On top of that, since I'm trusting my newest slut Rachel to your care when I'm not around, I'm going to need to know every day what you did for her, and everything you do with her. And do not forget, any kind of sexual contact between you, anything more than a typical husband-wife kiss that you'd do in public, requires my permission ahead of time. And you are only allowed to do what I specifically give permission for, nothing else. Are we clear?"
"Yes Rick, I understand," I said.
"Tell me what you understand and what you're agreeing to, cuck."
"I will tell you every day everything about Rachel, what she does, how she's feeling, what she wears, where she goes, and who she sees. I will also tell you each day everything that I do, every place I go, what I do for Rachel, and what we do together. And I promise that I will only have sexual contact with Rachel if I have specific permission ahead of time from you." I said.
"Good boy," he said. "If you can stick to that, everything will go super easy, and everyone, including you and Rachel, will be happy as she develops into my slut. The important thing to remember is that you two are to act and look totally as you always have. Nobody will know what is going on behind the scenes.
"Cool. Now just one more thing and we can talk about Friday. Let's take a little walk," he said as he opened up the car door and got out. I got out and followed him. We walked over near the play structure. The play structure was set in a round area of wood chip mulch. About half of that area was bordered by a retaining wall about 4 feet high, holding back a small grassy hill with trees on it. Rick wandered over near the retaining wall. Because of the curved shape of the retaining wall and the hill behind it, we were basically out of view to anyone in the park. To be seen, someone would basically have to be standing within the play structure area. Rick leaned with his back against the retaining wall, looking totally relaxed.
"You need to understand a few more things about what it means to be my cuck. Whenever you break my rules or go outside the limits and conditions I put on you, there will always be consequences. Also, I will never forget anything that you do. Usually, the first offense I let it go with a warning. If you do the same thing again, you will get punished, guaranteed. It's called training, and the punishment will be something pretty much guaranteed to prevent another repeat. If you are somehow stupid enough to do the same thing a third time, I'll really get pissed off. And remember I already told you that you definitely do not want to piss me off. That brings us to the little incident of you forgetting how to address me for a second time when we were texting."
Rick stepped away from the retaining wall and stood right in front of me. Then he stepped forward and pushed me with his body so that my back was against the retaining wall. He stepped back slightly and said, "think of this as being for your own good. It will prevent you from ever forgetting your place with me again when we are texting. It will also prevent you from breaking any other rules or failing in any of the other responsibilities that I gave to you just now in the car. You won't forget this, and that's the point. It's why it's called training.
At that moment, all I can remember is being on the ground in front of the retaining wall, panicking as I struggled to take in a breath. I could only take in short involuntary breaths in quick succession, as if my lungs no longer worked properly. Rick had punched me hard, directly in the solar plexus. I had never been hit like that. The result was that I immediately crumpled to the ground, and I began to understand the meaning of having the wind knocked out of me.
As I lay there, feeling the pain from being hit, and struggling to take in air, Rick got down on one knee next to me. He placed his hand around my neck applying just enough pressure to make it uncomfortable and said, "I hope you realize that I could literally fucking kill you in two seconds right here with my bare hands. I have no intention of doing that, ever. But you need to understand that your life is mine and I can do whatever the fuck I want to you. So think about that every time I ask you to do something. Think about that everytime you think you can get away with something behind my back. I'm always going to find out, and I never forget.
He stood up and extended his arm to help me back to my feet. I was starting to breathe normally now, but every once in a while I'd reflexively suck in a quick breath, the after effect of Rick's blow to my chest. "Let's get back in the car," he said. "You'll be alright."
Back in the car, Rick was back to his cheerful persona. For my part, I had finally calmed down and was breathing normally. I was going to be feeling that punch for a good while, I could tell. I wondered how bad the bruise would end up being.
Rick said, "Okay, let's talk about Friday. You and Rachel will probably get there first, so find a table where you can see the entrance and hostess. That way you can see when me and Kate arrive and wave or something so we can find you. I don't know how much influence you have over Rachel's choice of clothes when you go out, can you make suggestions?"
"Not really," I said. "She has always been the type to choose her own outfits, and I never did anything but compliment her after the fact. She'd think it's weird if I suddenly made a suggestion."
"That's cool," Rick said. "I suspected that was how you guys operated. Cucks never tell women what to do. I'm sure with you, Rachel has had years of practice making her own choices and doing whatever she wants. It's gonna take a little time to break her of that, but eventually she won't be doing anything without consulting me, or at least considering 'what would Rick want me to do?' Anyway, you should dress up nice, and she might adjust to that and wear something a little sexier than she would otherwise."
