Even though my sex-life was turned upside down after Amy left for law school, and Suky moved back in with me, my financial situation improved considerably. Suky took control of the purse strings, and I was put on a budget for the first time in twenty years. Suky ruled our finances with an iron fist, and made unilateral decisions to reduce our monthly outgoings.
First up, she sold my RV. I honestly don't know how she did it, but she talked the dealership into buying the motorcoach back from me, for my loan pay-off amount. She was truly a manipulator of men and the Used Vehicle Manager was an older fat guy. Maybe she sucked him off? Who knows? Quite frankly, who cares? The bottom line is she persuaded the guy to pay twelve thousand dollars more than it was worth, and I was extricated from a fourteen hundred dollar a month vehicle payment.
She sold my Harley-Davidson, after noting that I had used it three times in the last year. Again, miraculously, after an extended negotiation session with the middle-aged Iranian guy who was responsible for the purchasing of pre-owned inventory, Suky got retail blue-book for my hog. I paid off the loan and got a check for four thousand dollars from the dealership. Suky systematically went through every single one of my monthly commitments and either eliminated it, or reduced it.
I owned three cars, all of them financed. I knew I was upside down in the Toyota, I had just purchased to tow behind my RV. I wasn't that concerned about that vehicle, because the payment was only three hundred dollars a month, and Suky drove it all the time. However, my other two cars cost me much more a month. Suky didn't even ask me whether I preferred the Porsche or the BMW. She just went to the respective dealerships, worked her magic and decided on dumping the Porsche because she was able to make a better deal. I wrote a check for six thousand dollars and was out of that huge car payment.
My cable bill, phone bill, car insurance, life insurance, were all re-negotiated under threat of cancellation. Once most of the bills were reduced, she sat me down to make some serious decisions.
"Tim, do you really need your boat anymore?" she began. "We never use it and the mooring is almost one thousand per month. If we sell it, you will be thousands of dollars better off per month."
"I am so upside down in that boat, Suky," I tried to explain to her. " I just upgraded it and I rolled over the negative equity in my old boat. I will never get out from under that boat payment."
Suky thought wistfully for a couple of seconds and then said, "Don't ever mention to anyone that you want to sell it. In fact, use it a few times in the next few weeks and post up how much you love that boat, on Facebook."
I knew she had some plan hatching but never pressed her on it. I did take my boat out that weekend, took some great photos, and posted them to my Facebook page. I even renamed my boat "L'autre femme", the other woman, as if to profess my love for her.
Two weeks later, Suky took "L'autre femme" out of the water for a complete detail and, because she is a novice boater, didn't secure the trailer correctly to the tow hitch. Tragically, the trailer came unhooked from its tow hitch ball on the 405 Freeway, as Suky was traveling at approximately sixty miles per hour. My beloved Scarab was completely destroyed as it barreled down the freeway, flipping over and over again.
The California Highway Patrol attended the crash scene, and were perfectly within their rights to cite Suky for failure to properly secure the boat. However, fortunately for Suky, it was two young motorcycle cops that responded to the incident. Suky acted distraught, her words barely audible through her tears.
"It's my boss' boat," she sobbed. "He is going to kill me when he realizes I didn't secure the trailer properly. I will probably get fired."
The two young CHP officers tried to console Suky, and she laid it on thick. Once they found out she worked at a local exotic massage parlor, their demeanor changed. They decided to give her a break, after she flirted incessantly with them, and offered them each a complimentary, ninety minute massage at Joy's place.
The senior officer of the two, even modified the accident report, omitting a couple of very important details, in order to soften the blowback on Suky, from her boss. Like the fact that Suky never secured the trailer coupler to the trailer ball. Or used a safety chain. This police officer reported mechanical failure as the primary cause of the accident, when it was clearly gross negligence on Suky's part. This CHP report also led to the prompt settlement by my insurance company, as it appeared to be an unpreventable accident.
Like, I said, Suky was a master manipulator of men. My insurance company settled for almost the payoff amount, and I was out from under my crushing boat payment, and mooring commitment. Suky still had to honor her commitment to give the young CHP guys a complimentary ninety minute massage, and she actually seemed to be looking forward to it.
By the time Suky was done, I only had two cars, one of which Suky drove, and a Ducati, in addition to my mortgage. My monthly nut was about twenty percent of what it was two months prior, and my salary had increased by fifty percent. It felt so good to be out from under the crushing pressure of debt, and I was very grateful to Suky for making this happen.
Suky, because she is a manipulative bitch, used my gratitude against me.
"It is your lack of self-control that got you into dire financial straits," she insisted. "The same lack of discipline that made you fuck-up around your other young bimbos. You need me to restrict both your spending and your orgasms."
My spending was already curtailed thanks to my strict budget, so Suky turned her focus to my release schedule, decreeing once a week to be the number that I was allowed. As a reminder of her unwavering commitment to enforcing my celibacy, she hung my cock-cage on the mantle of the fireplace. The hooks were already there, drilled into the stone facade in order to hang our Christmas stockings. She kept the keys hidden, lest I try and have a copy made, such was the level of trust on her part, after my fuck-ups with Amy, Lisa and Emma.
Despite the embarrassment of having my chastity device on display in my living room,
I still felt very benevolent towards her, after all the money she had saved me. For this reason, I did pretty much whatever she told me to. When Suky wanted something special from me, she dangled the prospect of sex in front of me. I should have seen it coming, but Suky waited until it was time for my weekly orgasm, and offered to cut me a little slack. She dressed up in something really sexy for me, and without any of her usual power games of cock-rings or numbing cream, offered me the opportunity to fuck her doggy-style with no condom. This was like winning the lottery for me, and it was with baited breath that I knelt behind her, as she reached under us and guided me inside her.