THIS STORY IS A SEQUEL TO THE "MY BEST FRIEND DERAILS MY LIFE" MULTI-PART SERIES. I RECOMMEND READING THIS SERIES FIRST TO UNDERSTAND THE CONTEXT OF WHY MY WIFE IS SUBMITTING TO MY BEST FRIEND.
As our trial separation evolved, Adrian assumed the reigns of our marriage. He imposed more and more restrictions on us, and took more control of my wife. Sara loved the humiliation that came from being Adrian's sex slave. I hated his dominance of her, and asked her to leave him multiple times. My pleas fell on deaf ears.
"You destroyed any chance of reconciliation, when you decided to have a sexual relationship with your young assistant, Melody," she told me repeatedly.
"Besides," she taunted, "I am acting under the threat of blackmail."
I knew it was way deeper than that. Sara stayed at Adrian's every weekend, per our written agreement. However, the length of her weekend visits kept getting longer. Initially, she went there on Saturday morning, and returned home late Sunday evening. I could handle her being in his bed for one night a week.
Then Sara announced that it was easier to spend Friday night there also, as it was a lot of packing and unpacking, for one night. So his limo would pick her up early Friday evening, after we had enjoyed a nice dinner together.
Sara would return home very late on Sunday night. Adrian would return her in a horrible state. She would enter our home looking well-used, mostly drunk and high as a kite. She often had semen on her body or clothing, and her legs were like jello, from all of the orgasms she enjoyed on the ride home. She would basically fall through the front door. I would help her up the stairs, run her a bath, and then she would go straight to bed.
After just three weekends, Sara said, "I think it would be easier on all of us if I came home early Monday morning."
I couldn't disagree. Now that she was gone every weekend, I had to make some adjustments. It meant I saw Sara mostly at work, in Adrian's house.
"Would you consider spending less time at Adrian's house?" I asked her one day.
Sara looked at me like I was crazy. "Adrian has a swimming pool, a home gym, a chef and a large sun deck. Why would I want to spend my days in our modest home, instead of his luxurious house?" she asked incredulously.
I wanted to add easy access to drugs to her list, but didn't want to get into a fight about it. We both knew that Sara was taking way too much ecstasy and cocaine, and that Adrian made it readily available for her. The MDMA made her much more pliable sexually, and the cocaine helped with her weight loss. When she was at our house she was strung out, and very irritable. She was actually easier to be around, when she was under his roof.
This weekend routine continued for the first few weeks, but then Adrian moved the goalposts again. Adrian liked to go out for a fancy meal on Friday nights, to celebrate the week's accomplishments. Sara loved fine-dining and I couldn't afford the restaurants he frequented, so she often accompanied him. Then, often became always, and before I knew it, the new normal was established.
His limousine picked her up at 9am on Friday morning, to go and get her hair and nails done, for his weekend enjoyment. He would return her on Monday morning, in a much more reasonable state.
Sara was subjected to a very elaborate preparation routine for him, on Friday. She had nail extensions added to her slender fingers, painted according to Adrian's desired weekend color. Her platinum hair had grown out to a slightly longer length than the wig she wore for months. Every Friday, her hair stylist washed and added color as necessary to her hair, so that it remained uniformly platinum.
Her hair was styled according to Adrian's plans for her. Sometimes, perfectly straight, sometimes curly and wavy, occasionally pigtails if he needed her to look youthful. Her makeup was next, and this had the greatest variety of looks.
If he was taking her to the ballet, for example, he wanted her to look classy. If he took her along to close a deal, she needed to look professional, but absolutely available to do whatever it took to make it happen. Adrian often dangled the prospect of sex with Sara, in front of prospective clients, although she hadn't actually had to deliver on the implication yet.
"It is just a matter of time," Adrian assured her, "before I throw you in, to sweeten a deal. The lucky recipient will be tested, of course," he added.
Sometimes the makeup team were tasked with making Sara look like a twenty something college girl, and they succeeded again and again. Incidentally, this look was often paired with the pigtails.
Once she was made up to his specific orders, she was free until he got home from his last appointment. She would often use this time to lay out by Adrian's pool, and sunbathe naked. He made her go to a tanning salon on the days that she was at my house, but she was happy to add some natural color, by his pool. She had to sunbathe naked, because he had forbidden Sara to have any tan lines.
Sara would have a masseuse come by Adrian's house on Friday afternoon. During the two-hour session, she would also be subjected to a deep colon-cleanse. Adrian always fucked my wife's ass on the weekends, and this invasive cleanse was more sanitary than an enema. Plus it helped her to make her weight goal.
I use the word "goal" loosely. It was a requirement. Under the guidance of a nutritionist and a personal trainer, my wife was tasked with a twenty pound weight loss "goal." I told her I thought she was perfect the way she was. At 5 feet 8 inches she weighed 135 pounds, before Adrian got involved in her fitness program. He was adamant that Sara be 115 pounds, and she had responded well to his strict regime.
After the colon-cleanse, Sara would shower. Then as she returned naked to the massage table, Sara was oiled from head to toe in scented moisturizer, so that she was soft and smelled divine for Adrian. Unbeknownst to my wife, Adrian paid the masseuse to be very touchy-feely with her, focusing on her arousal via Sara's erogenous zones. She would also pamper my wife's nipples, vagina and anus with extra tender attention.
Finally, under the guise of ensuring her availability for Adrian, Sara's vagina and asshole would be thoroughly lubed, by the masseuse. This was very humiliating for my wife, and she begged Adrian not to subject her to this. He demanded that Sara submit to this weekly violation, and she would often leave the massage table with erect nipples, and a very wet pussy.
Sara hated the violation that occurred during her weekly massage. Although ostensibly she was being prepared for Adrian's enjoyment, the manner in which she was probed and fondled, was degrading. Especially because she could not stop herself self-lubricating, during the humiliating session.
Even more demeaning, was Sara's required weekly Kogan massage, that I had agreed to, in exchange for the dismissal of Adrian's lawsuits. Sara found this to be more distasteful, because she hadn't even agreed to it. I had traded her sexual services for my benefit, and that pissed her off. Once she found out that I didn't even know what a Kogan massage was, when I agreed to her performing it on a weekly basis, she became even more enraged.
Adrian loved the humiliating ritual, and had a very specific process that he expected Sara to follow. First up was the physical transformation. Kogan massage originated in Japan, and there are not too many blue-eyed platinum blondes, in that part of the world. For this reason, Sara was required to undergo a dramatic change in appearance, prior to servicing Adrian. She had a long straight black wig, made of real human hair, that made her look Asian, at least from behind. Sara wore dark brown eye contact lenses to obscure her blue eyes, and her makeup would be done using darker foundation, to give her an exotic look.
Submissive behavior is a large part of the Tokyo, sex for sale industry, and Adrian made sure that Sara learned all of the techniques, to make a man feel like he was being worshipped. Sara would be kneeling when Adrian entered the room. He would be naked except for a towel, having just got out of the shower.
Adrian would approach Sara, as she knelt before him in a silk kimono. When he reached her position, she would further submit herself, by bowing until her forehead touched the floor. She would then kiss his bare feet until he told her to stand. Normally, this would entail one or two kisses of submission, before he allowed her to get up from her knees.
Occasionally, he would allow her to kiss his feet for several moments, as if to remind her that she was his plaything. Sara hated this part of the ritual, and when she told me about it, I was pissed. I say "pissed" but that would imply that I would have the balls to do something about it, which I most certainly did not. I did tell Sara that I would never kiss that asshole's feet, but that didn't really make her feel any better.
After he was bored of her soft lips on his feet and toes, Adrian would command her to stand. Sara would remove his towel, fold it perfectly, and invite him to lay on the massage table. After he was comfortable, the Kogan massage would begin.
Sara would fetch a large bowl of hot water and a wash cloth. She would wash his genitalia thoroughly first, and then lay the hot washcloth across his testicles. The heat would relax his balls, and draw them away from the body, enlarging them, just as exposure to cold, makes a man's nuts shrivel and retreat inside the body, in search of heat.
Once Adrian's balls were warm, Sara would rub Nuru gel all over them, and start to massage and separate the testicles. Adrian would relax on the massage table as she worked her magic. I think it was the one hour in the week when he actually turned his phone off. He would be undisturbed, and ever so relaxed. He would occasionally even fall asleep. After a prolonged testicle massage, Sara would lovingly suck his nuts, while he decided how he wanted to come. He never fucked her during his weekly massage.
"This is all about me," he told her one day. "My time to switch off and relax. It was very generous of Chris to offer you to me, in exchange for my withdrawal of the lawsuits," he said to her, on more than one occasion.
Today he wanted to use the milking-table, he told her, as she nibbled and sucked his nuts. Sara's heart sank, as this was her least favorite way to bring Adrian to orgasm. Even though he never fucked her during the massage session, most of the other ways he got off, had some degree of intimacy.
