This is the seventh episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous six episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.
"Courtesan" is romantic story about a dominant hot wife and her submissive cuckold husband. While they have a deep and abiding love for each other they do lead an alternative lifestyle. If this subject matter offends you or makes you feel uncomfortable, I strongly suggest that you find something else to read.
This is a fantasy. All of the people, places and organizations described in this story are creations of my imagination.
I don't understand why everyone has to be so judgmental. It seems to me that the world would be a much better place if we could all just accept each other for who we are. As long as we're consenting adults and no one is getting hurt, what we do in the privacy of our own bedroom is nobody elses business.
Julie Gordon
retired coffee shop waitress
Realizing that we were running out of time I said, "Ahem." Once I had Kelly and Tonya's attention I said, "Uncheck!"
Kelly nodded to me and then she took a deep breath, cocked her arm and slapped me hard across the face.
It stung. I rubbed my cheek. "Ow! That hurt."
Grinning at me, Kelly lifted her foot up and pushed me off the couch. "It was supposed to hurt. Now get those clothes off. Our slaves serve us naked."
The tone in the room had changed. All three of us were back in character. I quickly shed my clothes. As soon as I was naked Tonya picked up the pink panties that Kelly had brought from her closet and tossed them at me.
"Put these on pussyboy. We don't want there to be any question about how much of a sissy you really are."
I picked up the panties and examined them.
Tonya stared at me. "You thought your wife was going to be wearing those, didn't you." She laughed. It was a cruel and demeaning laugh. "Well you were wrong. She doesn't wear sexy lingerie for a little wimp like you. She only wears lingerie like that for real men. Men who have the necessary equipment and skill to properly make love to her. "
I looked up at Tonya. Her eyes were fixed on me. I glanced over at Kelly. She was watching me carefully. There was a concerned look on her face. All three of us knew that Tonya was deliberately picking at a raw nerve.
My body started to tingle with excitement. Tonya wasn't just a good dom, she was an outstanding dom. She'd attacked me immediately and she knew exactly where to hit me. This was why she'd given me a safe word. She wanted to push my limits and she knew that if I really was upset by what she was saying, I could say check.
I didn't use the safe word. Of course one reason was that I was a masochist and Tonya's taunts were exciting me, but there was another much more important reason. While it was true that I had been both hurt and angered by the discovery that during our difficulties Kelly had been doing things for other men that she hadn't been doing for me, Kelly and I had already addressed that issue. I now understood how and why it had happened. Kelly had made it clear to me that she regretted letting it happen and I believed that my wife was going to do everything she possibly could to make it up to me.
I view myself as a healthy adult. I realize that because of my masochism, there are those who might question that perception; but that's their problem, not mine. As a healthy adult I understand that people make mistakes. Sometimes they make bad mistakes. Sometimes they make mistakes that hurt the people they love. Life is full of conflict. When we're wronged it's easy to become angry and bitter. At first that anger and bitterness can be an emotional release for the pain we suffered, but eventually we have to let it go and move on with our lives. If we don't do that the anger and bitterness festers and eventually tears us apart, destroying relationships that we once valued and enjoyed.
Kelly and I had chosen to put that issue behind us and move forward. Because of that decision, this dead issue was now fair game for our masochistic cuckold sex play.
Tonya had not only given me a safe word to use to stop her when her treatment of me became intolerable, she'd also given me a second tool. It was a tool designed to allow me to help shape the manner and degree of my degradation and humiliation. I decided that it was time to use this second tool.
I looked up at Tonya and pleaded, "Please Ms. Lewis, I beg you not to tease me about the men who have made love to my wife and even more I implore you not to taunt me about the lingerie shows that she's put on for them." I closed my eyes and whispered. "The shows that she's never put on for me."
When she heard these words my wife stared at me. After a moment she started to smile and then in a very icy tone of voice she slowly said, "A woman uses sexy lingerie as a tool to help her seduce a man. What would ever make you think that a woman would be interested in seducing a tiny dicked little wimp like you?"
Those were the most humiliating words that Kelly had ever said to me and as I heard them a bolt of electric excitement rippled through my loins.
Tonya laughed. "Got the picture wimpboy? Now get those fuckin panties on before we lose our patience."
I took a deep breath, stepped into the lacy pink underpants and pulled them up. They were crotchless so I had to take a moment to fit the panties around my tiny cock and balls. Once I was finished I looked up at Tonya and Kelly. They both had smirks on their faces.
I suddenly felt incredibly embarrassed. These were two women who were used to partying with powerful, masculine businessmen. Now I was being forced to stand in front of them wearing nothing but a pair of frilly pink lace panties and they were giggling about it.
My face must have turned beet red because Tonya started laughing and said, "Look at him Kel. The little pussy is embarrassed."
My wife shook her head. "He shouldn't be. I've know he was a sissy wimp since the very first time I laid eyes on him." She looked at me. "Why do you think I have to date other men?"
Of course we both knew that while Kelly enjoyed masculine lovers with big cocks, the real reason she dated other men was because she had an insatiable hunger for variety. At this moment we were playing a sex game and it was actually a pretty creative taunt so I didn't see any reason to start questioning its validity. Instead I played my part and hung my head in shame.
Tonya kicked off her high heels and held up her foot. "Get down on your knees wimpboy and start kissing my toes."
A shiver of excitement rippled through me. Kelly and I had played some very exciting domination games, especially during the first few months after she started working at JTandR, but this was different. This was the first time I'd ever been forced to submit to two people at the same time. For a submissive masochist, being dominated and humiliated by one person is exciting. Having two women simultaneously gang up on you is almost staggering.
I dropped to my knees, carefully picked up Tonya's foot, closed my eyes and reverently kissed her big toe. She was a goddess.
Tonya sighed when she felt my lips touch her toes and then as I kissed her feet she giggled and said, "He is an obedient little wimp, isn't he."
"We can make him do anything we want." I was certain that I detected a hint of pride in my wife's voice.
Suddenly I felt movement on the couch above me. I looked up. What I saw made me stop kissing Tonya's feet. She had her arms around my wife. They were locked in a passionate embrace. Tonya's lips were pressed against Kelly's and her right hand was under her sweater.
Tonya must have noticed that I'd stopped kissing her feet because she glanced down at me and in a very stern voice, said; "Keep kissing my toes pussyboy. What we're doing up here doesn't concern you."
I obediently returned my attention to Tonya's feet, but I continued to sneak an occasional covert peek at the lovers above me.
The sound of rustling clothing caused me to openly look up again, only this time I was careful to keep my lips pressed against Tonya's toes. The two women were busily undressing each other. The skill and efficiency with which they opened clasps, unfastened buttons and lowered zippers suggested to me that this was not the first time they'd ever done this.
In a matter of seconds both women were completely undressed. Once they were naked, they started kissing again, only this time while they were kissing Tonya pulled Kelly's knees apart and began massaging her bare cunt. I watched with fascination as this older woman played with my my aroused wife's glistening pussy.
Kelly responded to Tonya's fondling by reaching over, grabbing her lover's nipple between her fingertips and pulling on it with an almost vicious intensity.
Tonya gasped and pushed two fingers into Kelly's cunt. Kelly shivered in response to Tonya's probing fingers and then she removed her hand from Tonya's breast, slipped it between her legs and started massaging her engorged clitoris.
Obviously excited by Kelly's fondling, Tonya sat up. Staring down at me with a menacing grin, she said; "Look up at me sissyboy."
I did as I was told. Our eyes met.
She slipped her fingers out of my wife's sopping cunt and held them up to my face. They were coated with Kelly's wetness. "I understand that it's been awhile since you've been allowed to taste your wife's pussy." She smirked. "You'll have to forgive her, she's been too busy enjoying herself with other men."
I took a deep breath. Tonya was pressing me, she was pressing me hard.
She pushed her fingers into my mouth. "Here, have a little taste. It will help you remember."
I closed my eyes and sucked on Tonya's fingers. It was humiliating, but it was also incredibly exciting.
"Does her pussy taste different now wimpboy? I would imagine that it must. There have to have been at least thirty different cocks in there since the last time you tasted her. Can you taste those cocks cuckboy? Can you taste all the different men who have enjoyed your wife during the past few months?"
I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and bit my lower lip. Tonya was pushing me very very hard. She was trying to find my limit.
"Tonya Stop! That's enough! This is all still too fresh." It was Kelly. She was staring into my eyes. I think she was trying to see if I was all right.
I smiled at her. She sighed with relief.
