The Agreement Ch 03 3

The Agreement Chapter 3

Dear Tina,

I told you I wouldn't be here when you return. I begged you not to go. But I suppose your new life with Ron and LifeStyle means more to you than I do.

Ron was telling the truth; it wasn't him. Ron wasn't the one trying to set me up. I learned who it was. I will have my revenge. I also found Ron's missing money. It's now.

Enclosed you will find a check for $750,000. You can keep the money if you like. Or buy your freedom from Ron. Based on the videos of you and Ron, and how much you're enjoying your time with him, you'll probably opt to keep the money.

The remaining balance of the missing $1.5 million is in our savings account. You have spent six months giving yourself to Ron as the Agreement required, more than one weekend a month, if we're being honest. Also, based on pictures and videos, Ron got his money's worth.

I'll be away for a while, so I took my share of our savings and left you the rest. I didn't take any of Ron's money. Between Ron's $750,000 and your salary from LifeStyle, you should be able to cover the mortgage and any other expenses.

Well, I have to go now.

Love Steve

Steve knew everything that had been going on at Ron's house. Steve had videos of the parties at Ron's house and our evenings out. Ron's parties were like a fetish club. From one party to the next, you didn't know what to expect or who would show up.

Ron has a lot of prominent friends who have a kinky side to them. Steve had pictures and videos that could ruin them. Would he?

Thank God Steve didn't have video of me in Ron's playroom. Looking at these pictures, why Steve hadn't already divorced me was a mystery. But if Steve saw what went on in Ron's playroom and how much I enjoyed it, he would have divorced me for sure.

Maybe Steve just needed time to himself. Time to think and reflect. That's the way Steve works. Spreadsheet and diagrams, a box here, a triangle there. He gets to a point where he just needs quiet time to figure things out.

Steve just needed some time. That's what I told myself. The problem was that no one knew where Steve ran off to. Six months had passed since Steve left me, and no one had seen or heard from him. At least no one told me.

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Yes, Ron and I would flirt. Maybe we took it a little too far at times. I've always thought Ron was a handsome man. In his early forties, Ron is a good-looking man and in great shape. Ron was confident, intelligent, and just fun to be around. Ron also took an interest in me and my writing. He had friends, a couple, whom he shared my writings with. Ron said they own a business and a website where similar stories, both true and fiction, are posted. The stories are erotic like mine.

"My friends are always looking for a good editor," Ron told me on many occasions.

I write erotic stories that fall under the BDSM or Fetish category, mostly. Being my own boss allows me to make time to write.

I'm an amateur author. Steve doesn't care much about my stories. Steve is...I don't know. He's different from...me. I guess you could say he's different from most people. I've tried to get Steve to open up to me. I wanted to hear his deepest, darkest fantasies. "What turns you on, Steve? If you could do anything to me, my body, what would it be?"

Steve is content and has no dreams, no fantasies. Who doesn't have fantasies? A favorite actor or actress that you would love to have sex with. I know I have many on my list, and my list keeps growing.

Yes, Ron is on my list. Ron could be that strong, dominant man who does as he likes to me. With no regard for me. Just sex and pushing me to my limits.

That's the kind of man I write about in my stories. My stories are loosely based on my past experiences.

It was in college when Steve and I met. I wasn't ready to be exclusive. Steve could have dated other women, but I knew he wouldn't. If I'm being honest, I'm glad he didn't. Steve was marriage material. He was the kind of guy you take home to meet your mom and dad. Steve is the kind of guy who would love me, respect me, and support me. He is also the kind of guy that would let me...um get away with stuff that most men wouldn't. Steve would be my husband one day. But college was about having fun and trying new things.

I told Steve I would break a date with any guy if he asked me to. It only happened once or twice. He was testing me. Did Steve like knowing that I was out with other men? Was Steve into that kind of thing? You know, hotwife or hotgirlfriend, in my case?

I never asked Steve how he felt about me seeing other men. I was afraid he would break up with me. Or worse, I would have to break up with Steve so I could have my freedom.

Steve thought I was dating other guys around campus. I wasn't. A few of the girls and I were out one night. We had had enough of the college bar scene and drunk guys. We went to a club away from our college town. It was an older crowd. That's where I met Max. I was just twenty-one and Max was well into his 40s.

There was just something about Max. He was confident and controlling. He knew what he wanted and took it. When I met Max, Steve and I weren't dating yet. I saw a few other guys, but those relationships didn't last.

With Max, it was nothing but sex. But something was missing, I needed a stable man in my life. That's when I met Steve, my assigned tutor. Steve was innocent and shy. I think he may have even been a virgin when we met. If he was, I changed that. I was more than Steve could handle. I fucked Steve and made him mine. Like I said, Steve was marrying material, and I wasn't about to let him get away.

I also didn't want to lie to him. I was open and honest. He knew I was seeing other guys. I didn't tell him it was only one guy, a 40-something-year-old man who would dominate and control me. But Steve was...he was was...a man that was...accepting of what I...needed in my life.

To Max, I was a fuck toy. He took what he wanted from me and made me do what he wanted. Max pushed me to my limits. Steve was the opposite. Steve was loving and caring. As much as I loved to be dominated, I found myself the dominant one in my relationship with Steve.

Max respected my privacy and my relationship with Steve. He never said anything disrespectful or humiliating about Steve. Max didn't care about Steve. Steve was my issue to deal with. Max just wanted me, his fuck toy.

Max would take me out to fancy restaurants or clubs. We drank champagne, not that cheap beer, and watered-down alcohol. I was Max's eye candy, and I loved it. I knew it wouldn't last forever. I wasn't naive. I was a college girl who would eventually graduate. I would move on with my life, marry Steve, and start a family.

But until that day came, I was Max's fuck toy. Max had me suck his dick at a restaurant one evening. Did anyone see me slide under the table? I didn't care. Max told me to do it, and I did as I was told.

When we were at Max's apartment, I was his slut. Standing in front of Max, he'd gently push me to my knees. It only took a few times before I knew my place and what I was to do. I would greet Max on my knees, suck his dick and from there it was whatever Max had planned for the evening.

When we were alone, I would call Max Sir. "Sir, may I please you?" That was how Max wanted me to greet him.

Our evenings could be a night out at a club, dinner, or a party. But the evening would always end with me tied to Max's bed as he abused my body and brought me to ecstasy.

I tried my best to be home by early morning (one or two o'clock at the latest). I never wanted to spend too much time away from Steve. I didn't want to push my luck too far.

I got my threesomes out of my system with Max. Not just with another guy. I had a few threesomes with Max and the beautiful women he controlled just like me.

I remember one evening at Max's home. There were three of us. Three women who wanted to please Max. After Max was thoroughly exhausted, I continued to play with the other girls while Max watched and videoed us. I still have a copy.

Max also loved to spank me. I would occasionally return to Steve with a red ass and maybe a few marks around my nipples. I wish Steve could have been more like Max. Not all the time. But I needed a man like Max in my life.

I was sad when college ended. I would never see Max again. Max gave me a graduation gang bang, men, and women. It was the only night I stayed out and didn't return home to Steve until the following afternoon.

Steve never asked questions. He was happy with our relationship. Did I take advantage of Steve? Probably. I gave Steve more sex and pleasure than her could ever have imagined. I was the best girlfriend, too. I was always honest, and Steve knew I was having sex elsewhere, too. But once we graduated from college, I was done. Steve would be the only man in my life.

I promised Steve that that would never happen again. That night, I gave myself to Steve. I wanted Steve to take charge. But deep down, I knew that part of my life had ended the last night I was with Max.

My time with Max was the inspiration for my stories. A young college girl meets an older man that turns her into a slut. He does to her as he pleases. She goes on to live a double life. A wife. A mom. And a fuck toy that loved to be abused and shared.

That day that Ron came to see Steve and I, reading the Agreement it brought back memories of Max. I wanted to sign the Agreement as soon as I read it.

To say I was excited is an understatement. I wanted Ron to abuse my body just like Max had. I tried to get Steve to be more aggressive in the bedroom, but he couldn't give me what I wanted, what I needed. This was my chance. I convinced myself that I was to keep Steve out of jail.

Steve was the best husband and would be the best father, but Steve wasn't the best lover. I missed being dominated. I missed being pushed to my knees. I missed being helpless, tied to a bed and being fucked. I missed being shared. I missed being with a woman.

Two weeks passed quickly. On the Thursday afternoon before I was to be with Ron, a woman named Carol texted me. She introduced herself and told me she would pick me up on Friday Afternoon.

Steve was still trying to find something, anything to stop me from having to sign the agreement.

"Tina, you can't sign the agreement. We can find a way."

"How Steve? Are you going to magically find a way out of this while sitting in a jail cell? Let me do this and buy you time. I know you didn't steal from the company, and you'll prove you're innocent with a little more time."

I was getting angry with Steve. Why wouldn't he just let me do this? He was trying to convince me to not to sign the agreement. But I wanted to sign it and was angry that Steve wouldn't just let it go and agree to the terms.

I tried to stay calm, "Steve, think of it as me going off for a girls' weekend."

Steve wasn't happy with me, but he is so understanding, and he has never won an argument with me. "Steve, you are not going to jail, and that is that. End of discussion."

It was a knock at the door that ended our talk. I can't call it an argument, as Steve never yelled at me.

I was nervous as I opened the door.

"Hello Tina." Carol stood in front of me. She was beautiful. Dirty blond hair, blue eyes, height, and a body like mine. I figured Carol to be ten years older than me. And she might be, but she looked great if she was.

"Um...come in."

"Steve." I wasn't sure if they knew each other. "Ron speaks very highly of you," Carol said.

"Well, I don't think highly is the right word."

Carol just nodded. "Okay, Tina, are you ready to sign the agreement? I'm going to notarize your copy."

She looked between me and Steve. "Steve, I'm doing this."

"Whatever." Steve's last words to me. He walked out and drove away.

When I return from my weekend with Ron, I'll make it up to Steve and let him reclaim me. Maybe he will be angry with me, aggressive with me, or show me that I am his. Well, a woman can only hope.

"Tina, I know this is hard..."

I cut Carol off. "How do you know?" I asked.

"I was you once." She paused. "Tina, you are not the first woman in this position."

Carol went on to tell her story.

Carol's Story

Ron and I dated for two years, were married for five, had two beautiful children, and divorced. Two years later. After our divorce, I remarried a good man. Jim was my second husband.

Ron wanted to see other women. I was heartbroken. I gave Ron everything, everything. I allowed him to do as he pleased to my body.

Ron has an addiction, and that's what drove us apart. He likes to dominate women. He doesn't whip women or anything like that. He likes to be in control. He likes to give pleasure and withhold pleasure. You'll find out what turns him on.

Anyway, I let that man tie me to a bed and toy with me while I begged him to fuck me. I did everything Ron asked me to. I loved him. But I wasn't enough for Ron.

Ron found some online slut, Clare. He would take her to that fetish club. He never asked me to go with him.

Would I have gone? Knowing it might have saved my marriage...I don't know about willingly, but Ron probably could have convinced me. Maybe that's what Ron saw in me. He could control me. I was submissive to him. Maybe submissive in general.

I wanted to be a housewife and live a vanilla life. I gave Ron two years to play his little game while we were dating. Once he asked me to marry him, I expected a committed fiancé and husband.

Fuck, I should have just given him his freedom to be with other women right from the start.

Once Ron and I were divorced, I avoided him. But my husband, Jim, needed a loan to open a restaurant. He wanted me to ask Ron for a loan.

I went to see Jill first. Jill and Ron have a partnership. They help couples who need a loan or a favor.

"Carol, why don't you ask Ron for a loan? I can't give you a loan without Ron's approval."

Jill smiled at me

, "I'm sure you and Ron can come to an Agreement."

I had only heard rumors of Ron's Agreements. But I believed them to be true. Ron would loan money, but what he wanted in return was more than just principal and interest. Jill brought the opportunities, or maybe innocent couples, to Ron.

Wives would sell their bodies to Ron. I heard some couples divorced as a result. Others like Jill kept coming back for more.

The first Agreement was with Jill. Jill wrote the original Agreement. She told me one Saturday each month, for a year, she was Ron's to do as he pleased. She renegotiated her Agreement after her year was up.

She had some...connections or something like that. She wanted to partner with Ron. Jill and her husband Carl had money, but nothing like Ron's. Her "connections" made their partnership a lot of money. I don't know the details, but their business is Property Investors LP.

As a little incentive, Jill would be Ron's whenever he called. I feel like I battle against that bitch and Jill to spend time with Ron.

Jill's husband doesn't have a say. Jill is a beautiful woman. Some people aren't sure what she sees in her husband, but she never disrespects him. I guess spending time with Ron is disrespectful to her husband, but Ron and Jill's relationship is never rubbed in her husband's face, I'm told.

Jill has gotten into fights with those who have talked down to her husband. She has brought havoc to the finances of those who dared to disrespect her husband. When you have Ron on your side, Ron's money, Ron's influence, and connections, never upset Jill.

There were others, too. Maybe it was just a weekend. Or Ron wanted a favor now or in the future.

My Agreement was for a year.

I was nervous as I approached Ron's house. Ron was pissed at me. I turned into a vindictive bitch. I used the kids to get even with Ron. I let the kids spend time with Ron, but not as much as he would have liked. I would offer to let the kids stay with Ron whenever I heard he had plans, like a vacation to some fetish resort or something.

I kept in touch with Ron's mom. She didn't know about his fetish, but she knew his vacation plans. It only took a little research, and I knew if it was business or pleasure.

I was pissed at Ron. Maybe it was jealousy. I was mad at Ron because he had replaced me. Replaced by that online bitch and her fetish club.

I fought with Ron about the online bitch, tried everything I tried everything I could to get her out of their lives. "I finally couldn't take it. I divorced Ron. I met and later married Jim. Was it still a rebound marriage? I don't know.

So, how did I end up under an Agreement? My Agreement allowed Jim to get a loan for a restaurant he wanted to open.

I told Jim we would have to make do with the loan the bank was willing to lend us.

"Carol, please. Talk to Ron and see what he can do for us. You're the mother of his children..."

Jim was begging me. He was so pathetic. I was getting so mad at him.

Jim went on and on for days trying to convince me that it was the only way. I told Jim that Ron would expect more than just interest. Jim already knew there would be a cost. He just ignored it.

"Carol, do what you must. This is our only chance."

Yes, Jim already knew there would be a cost. Maybe he thought it would be just one or two times. But for an entire year. One weekend a month. No, Jim wouldn't have expected that.

"Fine, I'll try,"

I told Jim. I would also try my best to keep my legs closed. But that didn't work.

So, there I was about to sell my body to Ron. I was nervous as I approached Ron's house. I tried stopping by without calling. Hoping Ron wouldn't be home.

I took a deep breath, waiting for Ron to answer the door.

"Hello, Ron."

"Carol, come in. Where are the kids?"

"Oh, they're visiting your parents today. Your mom says hi."

I followed Ron into his house. Fuck Ron looked good.

"Ron... can I have a drink?"

I asked politely. I still wasn't sure how mad he was at me.

"Sure, water or a Coke?"

Ron offered.

"Whiskey on the rocks, please."

"Really! You don't drink, Carol. And whiskey wouldn't be a good choice to start with."

"Yes, I do. Maybe I didn't drink when we were married. But I do now."

"How about I give you Something fruity?"

"Fine. Whatever."

Ron's right. One drink and I'm happy. Two or three, my clothes are off. If I drink whiskey...who knows what would happen?

That's how I met Ron. It wasn't his fancy cars or his money. I thought he was handsome and fun to talk to. We danced, and he bought me a few drinks. The sex was incredible.

Even the first night we met, Ron was holding back my orgasm and teasing me. And I did it. I begged him to fuck me. It was the best sex I had ever had.

The next morning, I introduced Ron to the back of my throat. Within two weeks, we were dating. Well, I was dating Ron. Ron had other...partners. With Ron, it truly was just sex. Ron was selective. Ron liked crazy girls. Girls who were willing to explore and try new things.

I don't know what he saw in me. Was I a good girl? I thought I was. I wasn't a virgin. I loved sex. But Ron was the first to fuck me on a first date. Hell, it wasn't even a date. Ron picked me up at a bar. I would melt into Ron's strong arms and massive chest.

He made me do things. Things I would never have done before. Sex in public. He liked to tease me. He would tell me to flash my tits. Ron didn't care if people were watching. It turned him on. The man loved to push me to my limits. He still does.

Thanksgiving dinner at Ron's family's house one year, Ron made me suck his dick, knowing that at any minute we could get caught. It's the excitement of getting caught that turns Ron on.