The New
Normal
That's an expression you can get fed up of hearing. However, just because you don't want to hear it doesn't mean it might not be true. That you might suddenly find yourself accepting circumstances that only a few weeks or months ago you would have found inconceivable.
My wife would disappear for a few days at a time, initially based around the weekends. She would be with me most weekdays and also for a week each month when Levy didn't call for her. I knew why. He'd had her dump her birth control and he didn't want her getting knocked up ... at least not yet. So he sent her home to her husband.
It made your head spin to think about it. He had such confidence in his authority over her and over me. She wasn't going anywhere and I wasn't going to be allowed near her in that way. That had been made clear.
We had always had an 'open' relationship extending long before we had married. In fact extending into Hazel's previous marriage. I loved her freedom of spirit. But what could I do when her free choice was to submit, to give all power over her life to another man. To the man I would least have trusted with so precious a gift. To Levy.
Before Hazel had 'played away' but then come back to me. To our times as a couple, behaving generally as couples did. Then I shared her only with Vicky, her girlfriend.
On her first extended return to me from Levy I had found out that now things would be different. We had snuggled in front of the TV just as in the old days but when I suggested we go to bed she had been matter of fact.
"On my rules, on my owner's rules. Otherwise you'll have to be in the spare room."
I wanted to rage at her - to shake some sense into her, to break her out of this. However, I knew that would be a disaster. I would lose her for sure and immediately. There was that other matter too, the little voice in the back of my head that wouldn't go away and kept getting louder.
If I broke up with Hazel maybe I would stop getting the videos. Just thinking about them made my cock stir in my pants. That was my guilty secret or so I told myself. As if Levy didn't know exactly what was going on. As if he didn't know, or at least have a very good notion, what a hold that gave him over me. How it kept me following his rules almost as surely as Hazel followed them.
Training
The clip opened with an empty room. Then my wife entered with a bag. A bed dominated the picture and she put the bag down before sitting beside it. She unzipped the bag and began to remove the contents and lay them on the bed.
I recognised them. They were Hazel's toys. Various dildos and vibrators, some of which I had purchased for her. Various sizes and colours - some going back to her old days of giving naughty webcam shows when her husband was away.
Hazel carefully sorted them. White, pink, red, green and blue toys went in one pile. Her two black toys were left separate.
She stood up and then returned with a black rubbish bag.
"Now as you all know my owner has ordered me to be Black only. That really only applies to real cock but I've been thinking. When I can have this," she held up a six-inch black dildo that I had bought her, "why would I ever settle for this." She held up a rather smaller pink vibrator. There was a little blow for me there - I knew that vibe had been a particular favourite of hers. It had a function that allowed me to control it remotely. It was hard not to see a message in every word.
"So - what do we do with these?" Hazel was speaking as if to a class-room of her students. She looked beautiful, radiant with life and vitality. Enjoying the thought of an audience watching her.
She carefully threw all of the non-black toys into the rubbish bag. Then she stood up and picked up the camera. It shook as she walked out of her room and then out of the building. She reached a trash-skip and threw the bag inside. Then she walked back inside, collecting another bag on the way.
"Now I've put the rubbish out I can take a look at the beautiful new presents that my owner has got for me."
Which was true but only up to a point. Levy had given them to Hazel but, of course, he had obtained them with my money. I'd had to get used to that. If Levy turned up to collect Hazel he'd always want his 'fees'. A high hourly rate that meant I was paying him to 'train' my wife. The rate might have been high but apparently it wasn't enough. He'd set up an account in my wife's name but under his control. More often than not he'd tell me to transfer a few hundred or even a few thousand into that account. Some went on clothes or toys or all the various needs of a white whore in training but I knew most had to be going straight into Levy's pocket. He desired my wife, don't be in any doubt about that, but primarily she was a money-making concern. The fact that, initially at least, he was taking his cash from her white husband only made it that little bit sweeter.
Hazel laid out four toys on the bed. "These are the start of my new collection. Also the start of a valuable new lesson for any of you girls out there who want to please your own Black owners. If you fail to prepare then you have prepared to fail. My owner has been training me but these have been set for my homework."
There was something particularly perverse about it. Hazel had slipped into her teaching mode but she was taking about training herself to sexually satisfy and excite first her Black owner and then, as I was well aware, anyone else that Levy might lend or hire her out to.
The first toy was slim but long. As Hazel held it up its flexibility allowed it to move slightly. Hazel put it to her mouth and then began to push. As more and more of the plastic slid into her mouth she held her head back. Her mouth filled and her throat seemed to bulge but finally, almost incredibly, she had taken it all. She held a finger to the end in her mouth for a few seconds and then withdrew the toy. As it withdrew it seemed impossible that she had taken it all but anyone watching had seen her do just that.
She gasped a couple of times once it was withdrawn. That thing had to have been closing off her throat. She held up the toy, now glistening with her saliva, and her eyes sparkled with pleasure and, perverse as it might seem, with pride.
"I might have been practising," she admitted, "and my owner has been helping me."
