Thank you for continuing to take part in this adventure. This part builds slowly and hopefully leaves you begging for the next chapter. I have not decided if I want to end it at 4 chapters or continue on. Leave comments and please vote.
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Two days flew by quickly. Every day after work Tracy and I fucked. We did not make love or have sex, we used each other for our own pleasure. Nothing we did was intended for the other's pleasure. I was sure, after all that, that I would not be able to participate in the night's activities. However, just thinking about tonight was arousing me like never before.
Tracy walked out of the bedroom and I could not believe what she looked like. She was dressed in a tight white blouse with the top three buttons undone, you could tell there was no bra underneath. A form-fitting black pencil skirt and tan stockings. She was carrying a pair of black high-heels. She put on minimal make-up. Her lips were ruby red, a light dusting of blush on her cheeks and dark eye-shadow.
I walked up to her and pulled her close, she smelled good and felt even better. I ran my hand down her back and felt just smooth skin. She was not wearing any panties either.
"Honey, you need to go change. There are clothes for you on the bed." She went up on her tip-toes and kissed my cheek. Then she walked into the kitchen, the last thing I saw was her texting someone.
I went into the bedroom and saw a package on the bed. It was wrapped in blue paper with a white ribbon and a bow. I sat down on the bed and stared at the package.
I picked it up and held it in my lap. Grabbing the bow and pulling it loose. I pulled the top off of the box and looked inside. There was a blue silk shirt, under the shirt was a charcoal black Italian dress pants. Finally, a pair of black silk socks and black leather shoes.
I laid the items on the bed and got undressed. Walking into the bathroom, I grabbed a towel and started the shower. Turning, I looked at myself in the mirror. Was I ready for this? Did I really have a choice? Fuck, my mother would be here in a couple of hours and the night... well the night would be interesting.
After my shower, I found a note on the clothes, it merely read: no underwear. This was going to be a first for me. When I was done, I found it fell very good. The pants practically stroked me to arousal as I walked. The shirt was snug and soft, never mind the socks. I could get used to dressing like this.
The time flew by, Tracy had dinner going and two bottles of wine on ice. She specifically made a meal that Kathy tended to complain about. She was definitely setting the stage for how the evening would go.
The doorbell rang and I opened the door to see Anthony standing there dressed in suit pants and a maroon silk shirt. I wondered if my mother had been informed of the dress code.
"Evenin' Brandon. How was your day?"
"Uneventful, spent most of the day thinking about tonight."
"It will a great evening... for me at least." He chuckled.
"Yeah, about that. What are your plans for us? What are you going to have us do?"
He looked me in the eye and in a deadly serious voice said "Whatever the fuck I want you to do."
I have never felt a chill go down my spine like it did just then. I could not continue to look him in the eye and cast my eyes downward.
"Yeah, I guess"
"I am sorry, what did you say?" his tone was still serious and commanding.
"Yes..." I looked at him. His eyes stared at me and he cocked an eyebrow. I nearly jumped when I felt Tracy put her hand on my shoulder.
"Yes, sir. That is what he wants to hear." She said.
I looked at her and then at him. "Yes... sir."
"Good, now to set a good example for tonight. Tracy follow me to the couch." He walked towards the couch and sat down.
"Brandon, the ground rules for tonight are simple. You are to address me as sir at all times. You are to do what I ask you to with no hesitation, regardless of what I tell you. You will not look to Tracy after any command or request, you just do it. No one else is in charge tonight. You speak when spoken to, except at dinner and only with small talk. You do not volunteer any information about what is expected or what is going to happen. If you fail to follow these rules at any time, the punishment will be immediate. Do you understand?" he looked at me expectantly.
"Yes, I do. This is all going so fast. Will my mother have to do this to?" I must say, my mind was working slower than my mouth, and I only realized what I had said when he stood up slowly and stared me in the eyes. "Sir! I am sorry Sir. Fuck, fuck, fuck."
"You will get yours Brandon. But first... Tracy." He never raised his voice, and yet it shook me to the core. I looked at Tracy and saw her face drain of color. Oh my. What had she done?
He walked up to her and stood there looking down. She looked up at him, fear on her face, a tremble in her lip but her eyes...her eyes held excitement, maybe even a little lust. She knew what she had done and wanted this.
She knew the punishment would set the tone for the night. The dinner, the punishment, the clothes and then I thought about the text. Could she have texted mom and lied to her about the dress code? Oh shit, she would do that.
"Tracy dear. What did I tell you?"
She looked up at him and you could see her swallow. "You told me to give Brandon the box with the clothes. You wanted me to dress, business sexy, you told me to... to tell Kathy... to dress in her finest, and that you would set down the ground rules to everyone." She looked up at him defiantly.
"So... what are the ground rules?" he looked down at her with a smirk.
She looked at him and you could see the wheels turning in her mind. She went pale again. She realized what she had done, even I understood. She had told me to call him sir.
"So... you understand now." He put his hands on her shoulders. "Assume the position Angel."
She bent at the waist, legs kept straight and she grabbed her ankles. He lifted her skirt and pooled around her waist. Her shaved pussy could be seen very well, definitely freshly done. Anthony used his foot to make her spread her legs. She managed to get them shoulder width apart without falling.
I watched as his hands ran over the soft skin of her ass. She shivered as he caressed her skin. His fingers traced the line from her buttocks to her pussy. He caressed her lips and slipped his fingers inside her. The sloshing sound of his fingers in her seemed to fill the room.
"As you can see Brandon, she is turned on by this. She loves the humiliation, to be owned, to do things against her will. She thought you would too and she was right. Wasn't she?" he kept his fingers deep in my wife as he looked at me and asked the question.
