Courtesan

This is the tenth episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous nine 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.

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Michael, our waiter, brought our cocktails. As soon as he set them in front of us he asked, "Are you ready to order?"

Kelly smiled at him. "Michael can you give us a little more time?"

"Of course, I'll check back in a few minutes."

My wife picked up her menu. As she opened it I had an idea that caused my penis to twitch. I didn't pick up my menu, instead I watched Kelly.

After a moment she glanced at me and noticed that I wasn't reading my menu. She set hers down and said, "Michael will be back in a moment. I think we'd better decide what we want to order for dinner."

I smiled at her. "I think it would be more appropriate if you to ordered for me."

Kelly stared at me for several seconds and then she asked, "Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?"

"You are the dominant partner in our marriage. I don't see any reason that I should be allowed to make any decisions on my own."

My wife took a deep breath. "Timmy that's one of the most exciting things you've ever said to me, but baby, tonight you're supposed to be my date."

I shrugged. "It's our game. I think we should be able to play by any rules we choose."

Kelly shook her head. "I don't know. This is supposed to be your night. Timmy I feel very guilty because I've done some things for other men that I've never done for you and I want to try to make that up to you tonight. Baby I promised you a really hot strip tease and I also want you to fuck my ass tonight."

"We can still do all those things."

"I don't know, being dominant arouses me. Once I get started it's hard for me to turn it off again."

I chuckled.

Kelly looked at me. "What's so funny?"

"That may be one of the most exciting things you've ever said to me."

Kelly's breath caught. "Oh my." She leaned forward and whispered, "Timmy I'm starting to get wet."

I shrugged. "We have lots of time. If we don't get to all of those things you want to do tonight, it just means that we have to do them on another night."

"Are you sure about this? It might be a little embarrassing for you."

"I'm hoping it will be."

Kelly giggled. "I'm glad I made you wear those panties tonight. Since you were going to be my date I almost decided not to do it."

"I'm glad you did. I'd much rather play a game where I'm your pussy husband than one where I'm your date."

"Timmy I wish I could make you get under the table and eat my pussy right now."

"That might get us thrown out of here and banned from ever returning. Since you seem to like this restaurant, I think we'd better try to be a little discreet."

"You're right, but when we get home, you are going to give me some serious head."

"I can't wait."

Suddenly we both noticed Michael approaching our table.

Kelly whispered, "Are you sure?"

I nodded. 'Yes I am."

"Is a small steak okay?"

"That would be great."

Michael looked at us. We were whispering and giggling like two small children planning to pull a prank on their older brother. He politely asked, "Have you decided?"

Still giggling, Kelly nodded. "Yes, I'll start with a Caesar salad and then I'll have a small fillet and the garlic mashed potatoes."

Choosing to ignore her silliness, Michael maintained his decorum and asked; "Very good, how would you like your steak prepared?"

"Medium rare will be fine."

"Would you like anchovies on your salad?"

"No thank you."

Michael looked at me. "Sir?"

Grinning, Kelly answered for me. "Michael, my husband will have the same thing; a Caesar salad and a small fillet with a side of the garlic mashed potatoes."

Michael looked puzzled for a moment and then he quickly collected himself and turned to Kelly. "Very good madam." He looked back at me. "How would you like your steak done sir?"

"My husband will also have his steak medium rare." There was now a bit of an edge to Kelly's voice. She was playing her role perfectly.

Michael noticed Kelly's pique and politely said, "Yes Madam, of course. Would your husband care for anchovies on his salad?"

Kelly looked at me. "Timmy honey, would you like some anchovies tonight?'

I answered in a very submissive tone of voice. "Yes dear, that would be very nice."

Kelly turned to the waiter. "Michael you may put a few anchovies on his salad."

Michael bowed and said, "Will there be anything else Madam?"

"Yes, I'd like another vodka martini." Kelly glanced over at me. "Timmy, would you like another cocktail?"

"Yes please."

"My husband will also have another vodka martini. Oh and Michael we'd like a bottle of the Australian Syrah with our dinner."

"Yes madam, I'll put in your dinner order right away and then I'll bring your cocktails and open the bottle of wine."

Kelly smiled. "That will be fine Michael."

He turned and left. As soon as he was gone Kelly turned to me. "That was fun." She was grinning.

Suddenly her expression changed. In a serious tone of voice she asked, "Timmy is this just a game, or would you actually consider making it into lifestyle?"

I thought for a moment. Kelly was asking me a serious question and I wanted to give her a serious answer, but I had to hesitate. Her question was complicated. It was a question that couldn't be answered with a simple yes or no. My gut feeling was that it was a question who's answer would evolve over time. Still, I wanted to give Kelly some kind of a response so I said, "I'm not sure. I'm certainly fascinated by the idea of making it a lifestyle, but I don't think I know what that would actually mean. I am certain that I'm not willing to surrender complete control over my life, but I have to admit that the idea of serving you is both extraordinarily exciting and very appealing to me."

I placed my hand on top of Kelly's and looked into her eyes. "Right now, we still have a couple of other issues left to resolve. Once we've settled those questions and were back into a regular domestic routine, I would be willing to explore your question a little further."

Kelly nodded. It was clear that she understood the depth of her question.

Michael brought our second round of cocktails and opened up the bottle of syrah so that it could breath.

As soon as he was gone I said, "In some ways it already is a life style for us."

"What do you mean?"

"You're free to party with other men, I'm not allowed to see other women."

"You got to lick Tonya's pussy this afternoon."

"All right, I'll qualify that. You get to play with any man you choose. If I have sex with another woman it's only with your expressed permission."

Kelly giggled. "That seems like a pretty good system to me."

"Actually it does to me too; but right now, that's beside the point."

"Oh all right, go on."

"I already do most of the housework and we both like to joke about you being the husband and me being your wife."

I smiled. "I suppose that a lot of twenty-first century women would take offense at the suggestion that being a wife is a submissive role. When you and I are joking about our positions in our marriage, I think we're referring to the traditional roles of a dominant husband and submissive wife that were once taken for granted. That's why our little restaurant game is so much fun. In the past, some husbands did make it a practice to order for their wives when they were dining out."

I thought for a moment and then I said, "I suppose the real question is, are we going to start using other terms to describe the roles that have already been established in our marriage. Putting a name on something can often significantly affect it's character."

"Give me an example."

"Let's use this situation. It's very subtle when you call me your wife, but it becomes much less subtle if I become your servant and what happens if we choose the word slave?"

Kelly's breath caught when she heard the word slave. She took a moment to think and then she quietly whispered, "Would you ever consider becoming my slave?"

"The idea excites you doesn't it?"

"Yes."

"It excites me too, but that's a question that's going to require a great deal of discussion and we still have several other issues to resolve first."

Kelly nodded. "Yes, of course you're right."

We both took a sip of our cocktails. There was a moment of comfortable silence and then Kelly said, "I believe that you have one more question to ask."

"Yes."

"Are you sure you want to ask it?"

"Yes, I'm positive that I do. In fact, I want to phrase it even more directly than I did earlier. Today, when we first got together, you told me that while you were working for JTandR you did some things that you were afraid would make me hate you if I found out about them. I hope that you now understand that I could never hate you. I also don't believe that you've done anything that I would even consider to be wrong."

I smiled at Kelly. "I want to be sure that you're never again afraid to tell me about anything that you've done or are about to do. Tonight, at this table, I want to end those concerns forever. I want you to tell me about the most outrageous thing you did while you were working for JTandR. The word outrageous was chosen carefully. You may shock me, but I don't believe that you're capable of doing something that would make me hate you. I love you Kelly, and I have faith in you and now I ask you to have faith in me. Please trust me, I will never stop loving you."

Kelly slowly nodded. "I do understand what you're trying to do and I think you're right. I need to do this. I don't want to spend the rest of my life being afraid that you're going to find about something I did in the past."

She took a deep breath. "All afternoon and evening this question has been in the back of my mind. I've been trying to decide which party I would tell you about. If you'd like, over time, I'll tell you about all of them. I don't want to have any secrets from you ever again, but tonight I just need to tell you about one."

Kelly's voice was barely a whisper. "This party took place at Evergreen about two months ago. It was an overnight party. We were entertaining three middle aged men from New Jersey. They'd made a fortune buying and redeveloping condemned real estate in Manhattan. Martin and John were trying to persuade them to invest a sizable sum of money in a corporate buyout they were organizing."

"Martin told Tonya, Keisha, Mandy, Antoine and me that they needed us to put together a very hot night for these guys. He said that they had a thing for anal sex and S&M. They'd shown them pictures of us and I was the one that all three of them wanted."

Kelly shrugged. "I was flattered, but I was also a little scared. Tonya, Keisha, Mandy and Antoine all told me not to worry. They assured me that they would all be there and they wouldn't let anything bad happen to me."

"Timmy, all four of them were such good friends. I'm going to miss them so much." Kelly sighed. After a moment she said, "We flew down to South Carolina on a Wednesday morning. The party was going to be held that night. John, Martin and Wendell went with us. We met the three guys on Wednesday afternoon. They were big burly dark haired men. They looked like gangsters. Tonya was sure they were connected to the mob."

Kelly laughed. "We spent the rest of the afternoon sitting around the pool. Tonya, Keisha, Mandy and I took our bikini's off and sun bathed nude. They loved that. At the end of the afternoon I took them one at a time into a pool side cabana and gave each of them a blow job." My wife giggled. "They were very appreciative."

I laughed. "I'll bet they were."

"Timmy, once I got to know them I realized that they were actually pretty sweet guys."

"Looks can be very deceiving."

"Yes they can."

"What happened next?"

"We had a wonderful steak dinner. Timmy, the party I told you about earlier included a very fancy catered dinner, but the usual food at Eagle Lake and Evergreen is always excellent."

"That doesn't surprise me. John, Martin and Wendell seem to be very adept at entertaining their business associates."

Kelly smiled. "Yes, they certainly are."

"Tell me what happened after dinner."

"We moved into the parlor. Eagle Lake and Evergreen are both old mansions and they have very similar layouts. Everyone including Tonya, Keisha and Antoine made themselves comfortable and then I did a strip tease for the entire group."

"What happened to Mandy?"

"Timmy she's a sub. She had to kneel in the corner."

I looked at my wife. "If I went to one of these parties that's what would happen to me, isn't it?"

Kelly nodded. "Yes, once Martin and John realized that you were submissive they would never let you sit with the rest of us."

I took a deep breath. "You have no idea how much that idea excites me."

Kelly shook her head. "No Timmy, I really don't. Once in a while I can enjoy being submissive to a dominant man." She winked at me. "Or a woman."

We smiled at each other for a moment and then Kelly continued. "But it's only a game to me and in fact it's a game that starts to bore me very quickly. Baby my preference is definitely to be a top. Being on my knees doesn't really thrill me. I find it much more exciting to be sitting in one of the chairs."

Grinning at her, I said; "It's a good thing we found each other. While you're sitting in that chair, I always want to be kneeling at your feet. I seem to be the ying to your yang."

Kelly giggled. "Yes you are and when we get home I'm going to make you lick both my ying and my yang."

That made us laugh.

Michael brought our salads and poured a glass of wine for each of us. We were both hungry so after he left we focused on our food and ate in silence.

Once Kelly had finished about a third of her salad she looked up at me and said, "Maybe I do have a similar kink."

I stared at her. Her comment puzzled me.

"You know, to your submissive masochism; your desire to surrender power, serve me and subject yourself to pain and humiliation for my pleasure."

I shook my head. "Wow, it sounds really bad when you put it like that."

Kelly giggled. "Well it's not. In fact, it gets me pretty excited. I mean I don't have to understand it to enjoy it." She winked at me. "And believe me, I do enjoy it."

I grinned at her. "That little admission just made my tiny dicklet twitch."

My wife raised her eyebrows. "Dicklet? What a delightfully descriptive word. I think that might just have to become one of my pet names for you." She thought for a moment and then she said, "Yes, it does have a very nice ring to it and it would be a wonderful way to torment you." She looked at me with a malicious smile. "What do you think Dicklet, do you like your new name."

I sighed in resignation. "Does it matter?"

"Not at all, in fact it almost makes it more fun if I know you don't like it."

I laughed. "You certainly do have a wicked streak."

Kelly grinned at me. "Yes, I do." She paused for a moment. "Timmy you do remember that if you really don't want me to call you Dicklet, you can always say check."

I nodded. "Yes, I do remember and I find it very reassuring that you're concerned enough to remind me."

"Baby, I do get a thrill out of humiliating you, but a large part of that thrill comes from knowing that you're enjoying it."

I nodded to Kelly and then I added, "I also remember that Tonya gave me another option."

"Another option?"

Yes, I was supposed to use it if I was actually getting a masochistic thrill out of the humiliating and demeaning way I was being treated. If I remember correctly I think I was supposed to say something like this; "Please Ms. Mason, I beg you not to call me demeaning names like Dicklet, especially here in the restaurant where other people might overhear you."

Kelly stared at me for a moment and then she said, "Are you just reminding me about that option or are you choosing to make use of it?"

I stared into her eyes and repeated my statement. "Please Ms. Mason, I beg you not to call me demeaning names like Dicklet, especially here in the restaurant where other people might overhear you."

Kelly took a deep breath and said, "This is certainly turning out to be a very exciting dinner." And then she smiled. It was a menacing smile. "Isn't it Dicklet."

I quietly answered, "Yes Ms. Mason, it really is."

Michael brought our steaks. The salads had taken the edge off of our appetites, but we were both still hungry. For a few minutes we focused our attention on our dinners. Kelly had done an excellent job of ordering. My steak was tender and perfectly prepared and the garlic mashed potatoes were outstanding.

After consuming about a third of my steak and potatoes I set my fork down and looked at my wife. "You told me that you had a kink that might help you understand the thrill I get from being a submissive masochist."

Kelly set her fork down, took a sip of wine and nodded. "Yes, I enjoy it when a very powerful man makes me act like a slut."

"Isn't that a form of humiliation?"

"I don't think so. To me if feels more like he's pushing me to overcome my inhibitions so that I can explore the full depths of my sexuality."

"Give me an example.

Kelly thought for a moment and then she said, "Sometimes Martin used to make me act like his little slut. He even liked to call me his little blond slut."

"And you enjoyed it when he did that?"

"Yes, very much. It made me feel wicked and shameless ." Kelly smiled. "Sometimes he'd have me take off all my clothes, sit on this big leather chair in front of his desk and masturbate for him while he talked to business clients on the telephone."

Kelly stared at me. I think she was trying to gauge my reaction to what she'd just told me.

I tried very hard not to appear shocked. In a very matter of fact voice I said, "Did that excite?"

"Oh yes."

"I imagine that it appealed to the exhibitionist in you."

"Yes it did, but it's much more than that. I get a thrill out of doing things that make me feel lewd and salacious just like you get a thrill out of pain and humiliation. I don't think either of us can explain why these things excite us, but I also don't believe that it matter. It should be enough to simply say that they do excite us."

I smiled at my wife, "I agree, but sometimes I still feel ashamed about being a submissive masochist."

She nodded. "And sometimes I feel ashamed about being a slut."

I sighed. "We are the products of our culture and our culture condemns those behaviors"

Shaking her head, Kelly said; "People are eager to condemn both of us because we want to choose life styles that are contrary to what they consider to be an appropriate and moral way to live."

"When you say, people, are you really referring to your sisters and mother?"

Kelly sighed. "Yes, I suppose that I am, but I think it goes further than that. Their attitudes simply reflect the uptight moral standards of our entire community. I don't see anything wrong with being a slut. So what if I used to masturbate for Martin while he was talking on the telephone. We both got a kick out of it. Why should anybody care?"

I nodded.

"And why should anyone care if you get a thrill from serving me a glass of wine, kissing my feet or hearing me call you demeaning names?" Kelly shrugged. "Just because I don't find that exciting, doesn't mean I have the right to condemn you because you enjoy it."