“Round two is tomorrow night. Don’t be too eager though,” I told him.
“How come?”
“Because after all this time of fulfilling your fantasies it’s time to do a few of mine, “I said. “You might like it, you might not. I don’t really care because for the next couple days you’re my bitch and you’re going to do what you’re told. Got it?”
He looked at me for a few seconds without saying anything. I could imagine the wheels turning inside his head. He wasn’t used to this sort of thing from me. I was the one who took care of him, who did all the nasty little things he wanted. Well, now I was in charge and I don’t think he knew what to do.
“It’s not going to involve wearing a dress again, is it?”
“No, you are going to have enough on your mind. I don’t need you worrying about little things like what you’re wearing.”
“Good,” he said with a little smile.
I think he thought that since he wouldn’t be degraded by wearing women’s clothes that it was going to be something simple or at least something less kinky. Boy was he in for a surprise.
The next day was a Saturday and neither of us had to work so we spent most of the day doing little chores around the house and running any errands we hadn’t been able to do during the week.
Bruce was avoiding the sex issue as much as possible. I don’t know if he was afraid or thought I was bluffing or what. Whenever anything sexual came up in conversation, he changed the subject or simply ignored it.
It was getting close to dinnertime and I asked him if he’d like some take-out. He said “sure,” and was going for his coat and wallet when I stopped him.
“I’ll go get it, honey,” I said.
He looked at me for a second, unsure of what I was doing. I never volunteered to do things like that and he knew it.
“I just want to get out of the house,” I said.
“Ok, whatever suits you.”
He told me what he wanted, I grabbed my purse, and coat, got in the car, and drove off. As soon as I was out of site of the house, I picked up my cell phone and dialed a number I had memorized.
“Are you ready?” I asked the person who answered. I was told that everything was a go and I hung up the phone and drove to the restaurant.
When I got home, Bruce was sitting in front of the TV. I gave him a little kiss, handed him the food he wanted and we both sat down to eat. When we finished we cleaned up and settled down to relax for the rest of the evening.
About an hour later, the doorbell rang and Bruce got up to get it.
“I got it, honey,” I told him.
I went to the door, already knowing who it was. I opened it and, sure enough, there was Steve. I gave him a knowing look and let him in. We walked into the living room and Bruce looked up and saw us.
“Honey,” I said, “this is Steve. I told you I wasn’t done with you and I meant it. He’s here to help me out.”
Bruce looked at us both and said, “A three-way? Cool, I wasn’t expecting this.”
I wanted to say something right then but thought it would be more fun if he found out the hard way.
“You guys want some wine or something?” Bruce asked.
“No, we’re ready to get down to business. Now get your ass in that bedroom right now!”
He was a little shocked but it wasn’t enough to slow him down. He went right into the bedroom and Steve and I followed.
Once we were in the bedroom, we all stood there and looked at each other for a moment.
I told Bruce, “Get your clothes off.”
He came over to me and tried to kiss me, still thinking this was going to be a typical threesome. I reached out and slapped his face. “I told you to get your clothes off, bitch! Now do it!”
He was in total shock. Steve was just standing there watching, a little grin on his face. He knew what I was doing. Bruce didn’t have a clue.
“Umm..,” he started to say
I slapped him again. “Get your fucking clothes off you whore!”
“Kelly, you….”
Again, I slapped him. “When are you going to learn, bitch! Get those clothes off right now or I’m going to make you very sorry!”
The side of his face was a bright red and there was a bit of confusion in his eyes. We get rough now and then but this was different and he didn’t know what to think, especially with a strange man in the room.