PainLove - Bk. 01 - Ch. 13-18

Chapter 13

"Good morning, lover, its nine o'clock." Marion stood at the foot of the bed. He opened his eyes, still a bit tired from their adventures the previous evening. Marion was dressed simply in trousers and a pullover. Rob remembered today was the day of the party, his debut among Marion's friends as the submissive shared between Marion and Jenny.

"Good morning." He sat up, seeing Marion held a tray with two cups of coffee, toast and jam. "Ah, nice, now I'm the one to be spoilt."

"In a few hours you shall do the spoiling, so I choose to do something for you now. After twelve noon it will be Mistress Marion, don't you forget. We want our guests to enjoy the right atmosphere." They sat together on the bed, drinking their coffee and nibbling their toast.

"Jenny is out to buy strap-ons, I hope for your sake she chooses small ones." Her grins after a comment like this never looked friendly. "You and I have some things to do. So for now you can still wear your male clothing, but change around eleven, in case some guests should arrive early."

"Marion, there is something I want you to know."

"What?"

"Peeing on my face... "

"Yes dear?"

"It's not going to happen again."

"Why not, you liked it a great deal."

Rob sighed. "Marion, dear, you have no idea whether I liked it or not, you were busy floating on your own fantasy. You actually said you expect me to want that every day."

"And so you will, dearest. You asked for it last night and you'll surprise yourself with how soon you ask again."

"No, Marion. I tried it because you clearly wanted it. As you've said, I tried it out of love, I tried it to please you. I didn't care for it. To be blunt the way you're talking about it as though you were giving me a gift is one of the reasons I will never let you do it again."

Marion looked down. "Why didn't you tell me right then?"

"Jenny had me busy, then both of you. By the time I had the chance to recall we were falling asleep in bed. Right now is the earliest opportunity I've had. Sorry, Marion, it's now a hard limit. I tried it, you can ask no more of me."

After their simple breakfast, Rob dressed quickly and returned to join Marion in her kitchen. She showed him all the table service she planned to use, cutlery, soup bowls with their chargers and the glass dessert saucers.

They lifted the couch in the hall, bringing it into the lounge. They moved chairs and sofas into a larger circle all facing the fireplace and moved some side tables among the seating. Marion directed Rob in placing a folding screen in a corner, then a chair behind the screen, then a cushion on the floor before it.

Marion had a very clear plan for exactly how she wanted the party to proceed. When she got to how he would greet guests and show them around, she fixed him with a stern look. "A curtsy will be appropriate when you bring them to the lounge. Jenny and I shall receive them there. From the moment our first guest arrives, when I tell you what to do, you shall curtsy and obey." Glancing at her watch, she sent him to dress.

Rob had intended to wear his corset, but the day was going to be warm and he expected to stay busy. He chose a normal black suspender belt and seamed stockings. On impulse, he didn't put on knickers. A lacy black bra finished his underwear. He carefully put on his dainty French maids dress, in black satin and far too short. He stepped into a petticoat and pulled it up, which made the skirt of his dress spread quite wide. The lacy hem of the petticoat was clearly on display. Checking in the mirror, he could tell anyone would see the suspenders clipped to his stockings when he bent over. He took it as a challenge to be more ladylike. He looked longingly at his three-inch heels, but slipped into his four-inch heels. He knew they were what Marion wanted.

On his neck he wore a choker of black satin, a white lace medallion with a black button over his throat. He fastened the maid's cap on his head. The cap and choker were matched to the dress.

He went to Marion's bedroom, to check in. She wore a very long leather dress with a split up the front. With each step one could see her stocking-covered legs. He saw she seemed to favor knee-high, PVC boots; she was wearing them again. The dress had no sleeves; on her wrists she had wide leather bracelets. With her hair pulled back in a low ponytail, secured by a leather tie, giving her a more severe look.

"Oh, Marion, you do look good!" Rob was taken by her alluring appearance.

His words, his admiring look pleased her, but at this time it was necessary he be corrected, not appreciated. He voice was hard., "Use the word Mistress, Roberta. Starting now until I tell you otherwise, it's Mistress Marion!"

"Okay, Mistress, but I do want to kiss you." Before Marion could fend him off he gave her a lingering kiss.

"Roberta, you must remember your place today. Should a guest witness you doing something like that I shall have no choice but to punish you severely. I mean it."

Rob was unconcerned. "There will be no severe punishment, unless I let you."

She was angry at these words but saw he wasn't defiant, he was matter-of-fact. "Rob, sometimes I forget you aren't John. We'll work this out over time."

He took her hand. "I do want your party to be a success. Here's how you can help me: please don't forget, it's me, your new friend, new to all this and with a different approach. We'll keep using 'black' as my safe word. Take care to demonstrate the word consistently brings an immediate end to what you're doing. If not, the end will come abruptly."

"It's okay Rob, we'll make a fine show without more pain than you can take. Of course you have a safe-word to use, but it won't be necessary. When it stings a little, I trust you endure it. You can take a little pain, for your mistress, for our guests."

Rob kissed her again, putting his arms around her waist. "I don't want to spoil things, but you know I'm short tempered. Please help me."

"It's okay dear." She paused for a moment, gazing into his eyes. "Now, let's get you ready, Roberta,. Sit, please." She gestured to her dressing table.

He looked at himself in her mirror; he saw a man dressed in a woman's uniform.

Marion's stepped behind him. Her finger traced along his satin collar under one ear. "This is quite nice, we must find another collar for you, one to go with the range of how we might dress you." Much later, Rob realized what she'd meant by a collar.

Marion removed his maid's cap. She brought the short black wig from its box and set in in place on his head. She watched him in the mirror, first surprised then interested. She fiddled a little with the fit, then combed a little to neaten the hairs. At the back the wig completely covered his hair, but not by much. For a woman, it would be short hair.

Rob was surprised to see it looked pretty natural. It was not obvious he wore a wig. He watched in the mirror as Marion put the maid's cap back on his head.

She applied foundation to his cheeks, his chin, his neck. "Your beard isn't too dark, even so, we need to cover it." A touch of blush highlighted his cheeks. Black eyeliner and pale gray eye shadow gave Roberta a somewhat mysterious look. Last but not least she applied some pink lipstick. It was a subtle shade, not too far from his own lip color.

"I want you to be as natural as possible Roberta. Up close, of course, you're a man, but at a distance you can pass as a real French maid." Marion stopped to admire her work. "Mmm, you are quite the beauty, my dear, we must use make-up on you more often. I like you feminized, even as I still think of you as quite masculine." The look in her eyes was predatory as she looked him over. "When you look like this, I want to rape you. You are so appetizing Roberta."

Jenny burst into the bedroom. "Out with you Roberta, I must hurry and I don't want you to see your mistress changing." She started undressing without waiting for Rob to respond, then stopped to take a good look at him. "Ooh, nice!"

Rob left them and went downstairs. He had mixed feelings about what lay ahead of him. He didn't want to spoil their party, their little game, but the description Marion had given told him he faced a challenging day. He expected Marion to still surprise him, especially since he had spoiled her first planned surprise. He was worried most about surprises, not what they'd be as much as how he'd react. So far nearly all the surprises had been upsetting. He went into the lounge and waited there, his thoughts heavy with anticipation.

Then his two mistresses came into the room. Jenny wore a PVC skirt which came down to her knees. She wore stockings and, like Marion, PVC boots up to her knees. Under her PVC jacket she wore a PVC bra completely covering her breasts, the first time he'd seen Jenny in a mistress outfit which didn't leave her nipples exposed. She also wore long PVC gloves coming up to her elbows.

Rob thought she was beautiful, stunning. "I know it isn't permitted, but I'll do this anyway. For an instant, the game is suspended, I am myself and you are my wife." He touched his lips to hers, the lightest of kisses. He didn't want to ruin his lipstick, nor hers.

Jenny smiled at him, she understood him expressing his love. "You are forgiven Roberta, I'm glad you like what you see. You look wonderful, too, slave. I can see what Mistress Marion said, I want to rape you as well." She looked Rob up and down, examining him almost as though she was seeing him for the first time. "I think we'll go out someday, with you like this. A different frock, of course. Just a quiet lunch somewhere in town."

Rob didn't like her new enthusiasm for taking him out in public wearing women's clothes. She had always discouraged it before. He opened his mouth to object, but the doorbell rang.

Chapter 14

The first guest to arrive for Saturday's party wore her brown hair straight and long, well down her back. She wore a burgundy, A-line skirt which fell just below her knees and a black jacket over a beige shell. Black tights or stockings and burgundy shoes completed her outfit.

Rob saw a big smile bloom on her face as she saw his first reaction was to greet her with a curtsy. It was embarrassing to be seen this way by a perfect stranger, to know why she smiled as she did; but it was also exciting to be seen like this. He invited her in, took her coat and recited her options as Marion had instructed. The guest said she did not wish to freshen up.

"I agree, you need nothing. You are marvelous just as you are."

Her laugh was hearty. "Flattery like that can never hurt, Roberta." She had a very direct gaze; Rob could imagine her blue eyes might look right inside his head. She stepped close and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Marion didn't exaggerate when she told me about you, you are quite darling."

Rob led her to the drawing room, opened the door, made a curtsy and announced: "The first of your guests, Mistress Marion."

"Thank you Roberta," Marion said, rising from her chair. "Olga, come in and take a seat, it's wonderful to see you again." Marion introduced Roberta to Olga. They were old friends, Olga still lived in Towcester, a short walk from where Marion and John had lived.

The doorbell rang as soon as Marion and Olga started chatting about Towcester. Marion glanced out the window. "Roberta, there two guests at the door. You know one of them. The other will not speak to you, announce her as our secret guest."

The secret lady was dressed quite Goth. She wore a feathered black mask over most of her face, framed by long, pitch black hair. Her mouth was visible under the mask, she had on deep red lipstick. The lips quirked up into a hint of a smile when Rob appeared in the doorway.

When Rob opened the door to receive these two ladies she was making an adjustment to her stockings, giving him glimpse of the lace tops and even a clip to a suspender before her skirt dropped back into place.

It took him a few seconds to shift his attention to the second visitor, it took him a few more seconds to recognize her. She, to, had a broad smile showing she enjoyed seeing him like this. It was Doctor Kim. She had quite a sexy look, her dress below the knee but a slit showing one leg She was also displaying a nice cleavage. Her blonde hair was pulled into an up-do, like a movie star.

Rob remembered himself. "Sorry for staring at you ladies, you look both so beautiful." He gave them a curtsy. "Please do come in and join the other ladies."

These two had each brought an overnight case. He set them aside, to be carried up to the guest room at the next opportunity.

He opened the door to the lounge, curtsied and announced Doctor Kim and "A Secret Lady."

Both took a chair and without further introductions they quickly joined the conversation.

Rob stood just by the door, the five ladies chatted, ignoring him. He did notice Secret glanced in his direction now and then. After a moment he left, taking their luggage upstairs to the guest room.

The doorbell rang again as he was descending the stair.

"Door, Roberta!" Marion either wanted to confirm he was near the door or to show the ladies what control she had over him. "This will be the last two guests. Carmen you know; Helena is another old friend."

Quickly Rob opened the door and made another curtsy. Two more ladies immediately smiled when they saw how he greeted them. Rob recognized one of them. Carmen's smile was warm and friendly, she gave him an encouraging wink.

"Welcome ladies - may I have your coats and bags?" Rob took care of their belongings. He escorted them to the entrance of the lounge and announced them. Carmen and Helena entered, Marion rose to greet them, then made sure they were introduced to everyone present.

Rob observed every one of them appeared to be wearing stockings, with a dress cut to show the stocking to good effect. He reflected Marion might believe she'd found something which could influence his thinking - or provoke him. He decided to guard his enthusiasm for such things, lest he do something out of bounds and give Marion reason to punish him as one of her surprises.

Rob returned to his post, standing beside the doorway, waiting for instructions. He found something about Helena held his attention. She was perhaps her late forties, maybe early fifties, still very attractive but likely the oldest woman in the room, a few years older than himself. The only signs of her being older were subtle lines around her eyes. Her body, as far as he could see, was tight and slender.

After the final introductions and pleasantries were complete, Marion signaled to him to bring in the refreshments. He brought in the cart they'd prepared and served each lady as they wished. Finished serving, he poured tea for himself and was about to take a seat beside the cart when Marion held up her hand to stop him. "Roberta, go out into the hall, close the doors and wait there until called."

Rob left the room, but after closing the door he stayed close to the door listening what was going on. He immediately heard Marion speaking. "Ladies, we all know what we're here for. Roberta is here for our entertainment and for our pleasure. Some rules: We must have him aroused all the time so please, don't let him spill his seed. Under no circumstances do you let him come.

"As you might have noticed, he is wearing no knickers. I think it's no more than fair we all remove our knickers."

Rob hear rustling and small steps as the ladies took their knickers off.

"We can put them in this basket." It was Marion's voice again. "Olga, no knickers?"

Olga's voice was merry. "Not at the moment, no."

"Okay, I have instructed Roberta he must give you all at least one orgasm. He can serve you here or, if you feel better in private, you can go upstairs with him. Is there somebody who would like to be in private with him?"

Only Helena replied. "I'm less of an exhibitionist, apparently. I prefer to take my time with him in private."

"Not a problem Helena, but you might change your mind after seeing him serve some of us. I have high expectations for our new maid."

There was a pause before she continued. "After the afternoon's entertainment has been concluded to your satisfaction, we shall have dinner, just something light while we talk. When dinner is finished, we all will have the opportunity to change our clothes to a style more appropriate to the evening. Some of you brought a change, others came dressed for the evening.

"When we're changing, we'll send Roberta to his room to change as well. Once we're dressed properly for the occasion we shall go to the basement for the evening's activities. All of us have an opportunity to do a little spanking. That will be Roberta's warm-up. The more serious pain will be inflicted only by me. Any questions so far?"

Helena spoke up. "Other than watching, I won't take a role in any of your plans for the basement. I imagine I'll let my self out rather early."

"That's honest." It was Marion's voice again. "Do I understand, then, the rest of you plan to join the final activity? We'll make the strap-ons available at the appropriate time. We also have these little devices which you will slip into your pussy, after you have changed your clothes."

There was silence for a few seconds, then the women all started talking at once.

Rob guessed he might be called soon. He tiptoed away from the door, just a few steps away to sit on the stair. It was just a few minutes before Jenny opened the door and took a step out, looking for him. "Show yourself to your mistresses."

Rob quickly checked if the seams of his stockings were straight before walking into the drawing room.

All of the women were looking at him. Some of the expressions were lustful, some pitying and some simply curious. The look in Marion's eyes caught Rob's attention. She normally looked at him with a gentle look, this time it felt different, more like the predatory look he'd gotten from Bridget.

"Ladies, Roberta is here, he knows what to do. Who wants to be first?" Marion asked.

There was a long silence in which the ladies gave each other uncertain glances. Finally, Secret raised her hand. "Yes, please, unless one of you would prefer to go first."

Rob hadn't heard her voice before this moment. She sounded familiar. He thought she sounded a bit like Holly, but she looked so different. No, it couldn't be.

"Would you like a little privacy?" Rob gestured to the chair placed behind the screen, thinking there wasn't much privacy if he could get her to make some noise.

"Yes, thank you." He escorted her behind the screen, she seated herself and immediately spread her legs.

Rob pulled out the cushion and knelt before her. He gently lifted her dress and slipped his head under. It seemed this one had spritzed some perfume up under her dress.

Because he couldn't predict how many times he would repeat this in the next few hours, he started slow. First he gave her a trail of kisses upward along her lips. He then slowly caressed her with his tongue, licking up one lip, then up the other. With the tip of his tongue he carefully sought her clit, still hidden under the hood. When the tip of his tongue touched it, she shivered and gave a soft moan. Slowly he circled his tongue around her clit, keeping the touch light. Meanwhile his finger traced up between her lips, finding her beginning to wet. He dipped his finger in, then moved the finger to her clit and shifted his mouth down to lick her juices. He stopped, gave her and himself a short time time to breathe, then resumed. Rob felt her pussy was suddenly much wetter and happily continued to lick, moving his tongue back to her clit, now more prominent. His fingertip began probing her cunt. After a couple of minutes, breathing faster and louder, she pressed her cunt in his face. "I'm coming," she moaned, "I'm coming." She made small, bucking motions with her hips.

She left him continue for a minute, then her hand was on his head, pushing back gently. She whispered to him, "what are you doing, I have come."

Rob took care to speak softly. "That was for my own pleasure, now this one is for you." He continued licking her lips and clit. It wasn't too long before Secret cried out. "Ohh, what are you doing to me Rob, ohhhh!" Her hands behind his head pulled his mouth to her cunt. He continued licking, easing up and just caressing the lips, first outside, then along her wet opening. He stopped only when he thought she had calmed down. As he slipped down to get out from under her skirt, he quickly wiped his face with the towel he'd placed under the chair for this purpose.

With adoration in her eyes she thanked Rob. She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before she turned to walk out from behind the screen.

When Rob stepped out a few seconds after her, he saw the women torn between looking at him or at Secret, returning to her chair. He thought their eyes rested more on him. Smiling, Helena gave him a wink and a slow nod, others had lust in their eyes.

Marion, mistress and hostess, asserted her control. "Well done Roberta. Please see who would like their coffee or tea refilled. And ladies, who is next?"

There was no pause before Doctor Kim spoke. "I'll go next" She pointed to Secret. "I'd very much like the same treatment as my new friend. Exactly the same."

"Did you hear that Roberta?"

Rob quickly gave Marion a curtsy. "Yes, Mistress. Ma'am, please be seated, I'll be right there."

Walking to the kitchen to fetch the warmed tea and coffee pots, he was thinking. Secret called him Rob, she knew him. He though about her again, how she looked there on the doorstep. He imagined her with a different hair color, dressed for the office. He filled in the part of the face covered by the mask, recognized the eyes and mouth. It could be her. It had to be her.

Secret had followed him to the kitchen. As he was busy at the sink, her hand gently settled on his shoulder as she stepped close beside him.

"You know who I am, I can tell." She lifted her mask.

Rob saw he was correct. "Holly, dear, I wasn't sure at first, but then I realized, it must be you."

The kitchen door opened and Jenny came in with a frown on her face. "Doctor Kim is waiting, you are very impolite Roberta!"

"I'll go immediately." Rob walked as fast as he could on his high heels to Doctor Kim, who waited on the chair behind the screen.

Rob gave her about the same treatment as Holly. As he got started licking, she bent over to whisper to him. "I want you to come to my practice next Tuesday evening, I have something to discuss. And no, you won't have to fuck me." She started to laugh, but got caught up by what he was doing and moaned instead.

Because Doctor Kim's dress was longer, he took his head out from time to time to get some air. He caught glimpses of the women through the gaps in the screen. They were trying to watch without looking like they were watching.

Rob didn't hurry, he gave Doctor Kim all the time she needed for her second orgasm and afterwards she thanked him and gave him a kiss on his mouth, tasting her own juice, still smeared on his face.

She whispered again." Remember, Tuesday evening around eight. I'll be waiting."

Then it was Olga's turn, but she stayed were she was sitting.

"You can do me here Roberta, I have nothing to hide," and she spread her legs.

Rob saw Helena, seated beside Olga, looked disturbed by Olga's exhibitionist behavior. Olga pretended not to see, on the contrary, she started fingering herself. "Sweetie, my cunny is longing for you, please make me come."

Rob knelt between her legs and she closed her legs, squeezing his head. He felt her suspender clips against his head. Despite her coarse language, he found her forthright and dominant behavior arousing.

Olga's clit was swollen already, she had done that herself. Rob only needed to touch her clit and she started to respond. She had her orgasm very quickly, crying out loudly. She rewarded Rob with a kiss on the top of his head, then one word. "Again." He resumed licking and sucking her until she came a second time. Unlike her first orgasm, for her second orgasm she was silent, but she shook and shivered where she sat.

I'll get you, Rob thought. He continued licking her.

Olga moaned. "Oh! What are you doing?"

"I think a third appropriate." Rob returned to his task.

Finally she came again, this time totally exhausted. Sweat flowed from her face and she sighed "Whenever you have enough of these ladies, live with me, I want you in my bed and between my legs all the time."

He stood, stretched and turned to Marion. "May I take a break please, Mistress?"

"I thought so too, you've been working very hard." Marion's words were calm, but her eyes told Rob she was not happy with him.

What had he done? Rob wondered if she was jealous, despite having set this entire scene in motion. Was she not as self-assured as she showed the world?

Chapter 15

Rob pulled a mackintosh over his dress and went outside. The look on Marion's face was a warning, he needed this break to think things over. In the moment, he didn't even stop to consider whether someone on the road might see him in a skirt, heels and stockings. He began walking briskly away, then heard quick footsteps on the gravel behind him.

It was Helena, already a bit out of breath from chasing him. "Not so fast! Have pity on someone a little older." She caught up and took his arm. "Rob, I must warn you about this event. I have the feeling Marion intends to truly entertain her guests, and you're to pay the price. It seems to me you're supposed to be suffering during - what you're doing. A slave is expected to participate in this role without pleasure, that's part of the fun for the mistress. Contrary to her wishes, you're enjoying it. Since you don't feel you're being used now, she will compensate by using you all the more in her exhibition this evening. Listen, no matter what happens here tonight, you always have a friend in me. Here, my card, call me any time. If you have trouble, come to me."

The look in her eyes told him she was no longer a stranger, she was expressing genuine concern for him. He wondered if that was her motive for what she'd said. "I had the impression you didn't care much for the dungeon stuff. Why do you take an interest in this?"

"Marion can get carried away, living in the moment without regard for consequences. She's the kind to quickly move past a difficulty, returning to friendship easily. She doesn't understand most people aren't like her, that she can hurt people badly enough to have little chance of forgiveness. So, keep your wits and walk away if she takes things too far.

"Rob, I have one more request. I want to make love to you, right after we go back into the house again. Is that a problem?"

"Not at all, Marion made it clear I was to do exactly as any guest wishes today. Let's go up right away, no reason to tell anyone. I think you're so attractive, I could eat you."

Helena smiled. "Not now, Rob, but perhaps in a few minutes."

Upstairs, Rob locked the door to his room behind them. "So, we won't be disturbed."

Helena was already undressing, down to her black corset and stockings. She stepped to Rob, reaching behind him to untie his apron. "Please undress, dear. Take off your wig and clean the makeup off your face. I don't mind seeing you in woman's clothes, but I don't want you to feel, even the slightest, humiliated about this."

"Oh, I don't feel that way at all, how could I." Even so, Rob undressed as requested, keeping on just his stockings and suspender belt. Unlocking the door, he stepped to the bath across the hallway. Return with a clean face, he locked again, then stopped when he saw Helena lying on his bed, her legs spread. Like Olga, she was rubbing her clit.

"I can be wanton, I may well be more wanton than most. Just not in public."

Slipping onto the bed, Rob eased over Helena, guided his member in her very wet cunt and started pushing with his hips.

He had an idea. "Wait." Wrapping an arm about her, he held her tight and turned them over together. Straddled over him, she moved her knees under herself. "That went well, sometimes I slip out in the turn." He grinned. "Now, darling, you do the work, you take your pleasure at your own speed." He nudged upward with his hips.

Helena rose up on her knees then pushed back down on him, burying his dick deeply into herself. "Ohh, Rob this feels so good! You are perfect for me."

Rob was surprised how quickly Helena was ready for her orgasm. She put all her weight down on his hips, vibrating all over. "Oh, I'm coming!" She sat rigidly upright until it passed, then leaned down to give him a slow, sensuous kiss.

Rob was then surprised when she sat back up and resumed. "I need some more, I'll keep on needing more for as long as you're hard." Some time passed in silence, Helena's moving her hips up and down, pumping Rob into herself.

She languidly opened her eyes. "Rob, time for you to be on top." Not waiting for a response, she rolled over to lie on her back on the bed. Rob eagerly moved over her.

"Rob, my controlling the pace was fine, but now I want you to give me some vigor."

He kissed her as he guided himself to her wet opening. They were both lubricated from what they had already done, he pushed in sharply, thrusting fully into her in one push. Helena gasped. "Oh, god yes, that's what I need!"

Rob complied with her request, giving her a vigorous screwing. He hadn't intended to come, Marion had made a big deal on the point, but with the way things were going he could feel the pressure building. He tried to slow his pace, but Helena pulled her legs up further, her heels beating on his hips. "Just a little more I'm so close!" After a few more thrusts Rob was on the brink of coming. Helena was encouraging him, she could tell he was close. "Give it to me dear, come inside me!"

Rob suddenly stopped humping and pushing hard into her. She could feel him throbbing as he spurted deeply into her.

Afterwards they lay together on the bed for a time. Helena sighed contentedly. "Thank you Rob, you made me feel a woman again today. It's been some time.... Rob, I was thinking, whatever happens, whether you are good with Marion and Jenny or not, come to my house at least twice a month. I'll make you financially independent, you'll have no reason to work anymore."

Rob was skeptical. "If you don't know what that sounds like, I can explain it to you."

"You must not think I'm buying you. Gigolos I can find, too easily, but not friends." Rob saw sadness in her eyes. "It's so hard to find real friends, people you can share with."

She closed here eyes. "Better still is if you don't stay with Marion. I think you're wonderful; I'd like to have you with me for the rest of my life."

"I think I should mention I'm married, in case Marion didn't make it clear. It's not just Marion to be considered."

Helena nodded slowly. "Yes, Jenny." It was clear she knew much of his story.

He tried to brighten the moment. "Let me think on your idea. Among today's party, including Jenny and Marion, you've been different, treating me kindly, speaking with me, not reducing me to a toy or a piece of meat." He was thinking each of these women wanted something of him, for physical needs. Helena, though, seemed different than the others, her needs more emotional than just physical.

He kissed her, interrupted by the doorknob rattling, knocking on the door, followed by Marion's' voice. "There is a party underway, Roberta, you have guests waiting for you."

Rob opened the door. Marion's eyes flickered over him, then to Helena in his bed, all in an instant. "I see you made yourself comfortable." Her voice was angry. "I thought you understood you shouldn't come. I did tell you plainly. Helena, I blame you as well.

"Roberta, you must get back in your costume, fix your hair and makeup. The party is far from ending. You must attend to Carmen's needs; she's feeling neglected. Helena, help him, would you? It's the least you can do after -- this." She spun on her heel and was on her way downstairs.

Rob felt sorry for Carmen, but the way Marion treated him triggered some anger. "This would be a good moment to leave, go back to Oxford. But I did give Carmen a promise."

"Carmen is a nice person, don't make her suffer for Marion's action." Helena put a hand on his elbow. "My advice is cool down, go back as thought nothing happened and let the party play out." Her smile turned a little sly. "I'd like to see you serve dinner."

"Yes and after dinner the real fun starts. For the ladies, at least."

He put his uniform back on. Helena placed his wig for him. Helena had done nothing to get dressed. When she stepped before him, finger-combing his wig to smooth it out, Rob suddenly noticed again. He dropped to his knees to kiss her cunt. A slight nudge backwards and Helena back into the bed, then sat, spreading her legs, He licked and sucked, doing everything he could think of with his mouth and tongue. Helena, in heaven, moaned and made soft noises. It took only a short while before she came again, coating Rob's face with her juices.

Rob licked his lips. "I suppose I should ask you to fix my makeup so I can resume my role."

"I'll happily do your make-up any time you treat me this way." Helena smiled as she leaned down to kiss him as if they were long-time lovers.

Helena put on his foundation and eyeliner. She gave him one more kiss before putting on his lipstick.

When he made his entrance to the lounge he was the center of attention. "I'm glad you're back, Roberta." Jenny had a stern voice. "Carmen is waiting for you."

Rob stepped over to sit on the edge of the couch beside Carmen. "I'm sorry Carmen, things went a bit longer than expected with Helena."

"That's alright, Rob, it's nice when you give so much attention to us ladies. Take me behind the screen, please, I would prefer a bit of privacy."

Once behind the screen and seated, Carmen leaned in to him and whispered, "Something is amiss here, Rob. Do you feel the chill from Marion and Jenny?"

"Yes. I think Marion is upset Helena and I made love upstairs. She strictly forbade me to come, but how I could I refuse Helena's request. She is a very charming lady and she was the only one this afternoon, who didn't look at me as if I were a piece of meat."

Carmen blushed. "Sorry Rob, it's just - from the moment I first saw you at your office, knowing what the package held for you, I've thought what it might be making love with you, both of us in lingerie."

Rob grinned. "Make an appointment, every one else has asked me to visit them."

"Are you serious?"

"They each expressed a different purpose, but yes, all but one." Rob thought of Holly who hadn't asked for a thing. He decided to take care of this guest as promised. "Are you ready, dear?"

"Yes, please. Give me pleasure, the wait has made my need all the greater."

Because her dress split on both legs, it was easy for Rob to fold the skirt over to one side, giving him easy access to her pussy with his mouth. He tasted the lovely flavor of still another woman. Carmen had been brazen enough to challenge him at the office, but he sensed she needed him to be gentle for her. It took longer than the other ladies to bring Carmen to an orgasm. When she finally did come, gasping quietly but with evident pleasure, she wanted to go back to the others.

"No, dear, I'm not finished at all." Rob resumed his licking. It took less time for her second orgasm.

"Ah, Rob, please, I could use a little drink." He whispered for her to stay where she was and stood. As soon as he stepped around the screen he found Helena, holding a glass of wine for Carmen. "Well done, Rob, she deserves it."

He smiled his thanks and turned to return behind the screen. He had a glimpse of Marion, looking disturbed and neglected. He didn't see how this was his problem, the entire scenario was her doing.

As Carmen sipped the wine, Rob's hand was on her knee, softly stroking her stockings. "I love the feel of stockings on women's legs, yours especially. You have great legs, you know."

He took the glass from her hand and set it aside. "Spread your legs, dear, let's make one more try."

After Carmen came again, she wanted to go. "I should go back to the others, I feel guilty." She stood, smoothing her dress. "Thank you dear. This afternoon will be a cherished memory."

As Rob crossed the room to the drinks cart he saw the women huddled together, talking. He suspected he was the subject of their discussions. He sipped some tea, taking care to not look at them.

Marion's voice was a bit sharp. "Roberta, we shall have dinner soon; go to the kitchen and make sure everything is ready."

Roberta, he thought. The other women called him Rob, but she insisted on calling him Roberta. It was her way of putting him in his place. Or rather try to put him in the place she wanted him.

She entered the kitchen a few steps behind him. "What's up Rob? You look like you have something on your mind. Out with it, while I'm still in a good mood."

He looked at her for a few seconds, wondering what she intended by asking. Had his face shown so much of what he was thinking? "It's the way you treat me, everybody is nice to me, but you're barking at me as if I'm your slave."

"But, Roberta, that's what you are. You agreed to be my slave."

"I definitely disagree Marion."

"It's Mistress Marion."

"Don't push too far! I'm helping you with your party, I serve, I'm doing everything you've told me to do, but I'm not your slave. I am no one's slave; I never will be. I am not some poor bastard you can give commands to while he is drooling over your shoes!" His voice had risen, he paused for an instant to force himself quieter. "I'm happy to play this little scene with you, out of friendship. If I'm not a friend, then I am not anything to you."

"I shall punish you for this disobedience!" Marion raised her hand as though to slap him.

"Are you joking? The moment you hurt me, the moment you raise you hand in anger instead of for play, you will hear my safe word, end of scene. Come to your senses, it's me, it's Rob you're dealing with, not someone else."

Rob thought she still might hit him. He locked his eyes on hers, holding her gaze for a long minute, forcing himself to calm his face. He might play along, but he wasn't interested in submitting.

Then she suddenly sighed and her hand dropped. "Yes, you're right. I must apologize, I don't know what I was thinking." She turned suddenly and left the kitchen, leaving Rob thinking the conversation only half-finished. Not to mention she had promised he'd have help serving.

Rob decided to make the best of it. He retrieved the serving cart and brought the soup plates and silverware to the sideboard, followed by the tureen of soup. He stepped to the ladies and gave a curtsy. "Ladies, please be seated at the table, the meal is served."

The conversation on the table was airy. Aware, if only slightly, there was tension between Marion and Rob, the ladies stayed with the safety of small talk about nothing.

The dinner went well, although Rob did everything himself. He was successful at saying nothing through the meal. He did the serving, he cleared away dishes when no longer needed, he kept drinks topped up. As the ladies returned to the couch and chairs of the lounge, he was clearing the last of the tea and coffee cups into the kitchen.

He went up his room. He pulled out his suitcase of male clothes and quickly changed. He glanced into his suitcase of female clothes, but instead of preparing to take it, he left it, open on the bed. He lifted the suitcase of male clothes. Opening the door, he found Marion waiting, arms folded, looking stern. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Your party is over for me. I'm leaving."

"Rob, what are you doing? You can't leave me like this, after all our preparations." Her face twisted, she began to cry.

Rob sighed. It was exasperating how a woman's tears could influence him. Setting down his suitcase he took her in his arms. "Marion, this is going wrong, I can feel it. It is clear you're upset with me. I can feel there are things you're not telling me. I honestly don't know what I've done wrong, but you were upset after I serviced some of the women. You don't like the way this scene has played out, you seem to think I'm the only reason. I don't understand how I've done wrong, but it's plain you plan to make me pay."

He stepped back from her, put his hands on her shoulders. "You made some other plan for this evening, some surprise, I can feel it, too. Listen: every surprise I can think of will end badly. Holly, yes I know who she is and I know her well enough to see how she feels. She is uncharacteristically quiet. She knows something, she isn't comfortable with whatever it is but she doesn't intend to spoil things.

"Whatever surprise you have planned to end the evening, forget it. Postpone it. You aren't yourself today. Yesterday you were kind, gentle, a woman I could play with. Right now, you scare me. Not to mention you've treated me badly today."

Marion wiped her tears and spent a moment collecting herself. "There's no fun in telling you everything in advance! You want to control everything, feel no pain, no humiliation; you just want to be safe. But pain and humiliation are the role you agreed to and now you're backing out. We say a few mild things to put you down, but you get angry and snap back. You don't want to be punished when finding reasons to punish is all part of the game."

"The game, the game! Bollocks! I am taking this personally, it's no game, you're messing with my head, messing with my feelings. I'm not trying to control your game, I'm warning how close I am to withdrawing from your damned game. Believe me, if you really make me angry, you are not safe. Ask Jenny."

Marion stopped for an instant, then took a deep breath. She spoke with caution. "Rob, please, will you continue with this event. I promise you, I'll make it up to you. After fucking Helena today, you owe me."

"What do I owe you? You set me up! You told me to please these women, do whatever they asked. I did exactly what Helena wanted, then learned you didn't like it." Rob leaned toward her, his voice quieter, but more intense. "You planned this party, you set things in motion, but when things you didn't tell me didn't go as you'd planned, who do you blame? You don't look to yourself at all, you hold me responsible. I don't see so much difference between my mouth or my dick to give pleasure. I think you're just jealous. You looked quite jealous just after the first few ladies were done."

"Tch! Then why would I bring all these women here? The problem was and is, when you release your sperm, your needs disappear. You aren't horny enough, you aren't guided by lust any more. That bitch Helena knew just what she was doing when she took you to your room. She wants you, am I right?"

Rob looked her in the eye. "Every woman here quietly asked me to see her later, Holly the only exception." He could see her surprise. "I take none of them seriously." He paused, gathering his thoughts. "Listen, imagine you do whatever you have planned tonight and it goes badly."

"Please Rob, don't spoil the party. We've come this far, now let's return to it and finish as planned. You will get some spanking, the gang-bang and that is it. It will be over before you know it and then you can ask yourself - was it all worth this fuss?"

If Helena was right, Rob thought, he should be very cautious. These women were up to something, but what?

"So the only things you have planned is what we did yesterday, during the rehearsal?"

"Rob, it will be a bit more, but you have seen all the equipment."

"So far you haven't kept your word this afternoon. Not helping with the serving and clearing away, for example. On this, Marion, keep your word or you will see you how I keep my word. "

Marion nodded.

"Let's get to it then." He spoke with little enthusiasm. He wanted to bring this episode to an end and he was unwilling to cast Marion in a bad light before her friends.

They walked downstairs, Marion led him to the room with the exam chair. "You undress here, I'll deal with our guests. Come out, naked, only when I call you."

Undressing, Rob could hear the women giggle and laugh through the hall, footfalls going in a couple of directions. They obviously had no idea about the crisis Marion and he had just gone through.

After a few minutes the footsteps all came back to the hall, then he heard them go down to the dungeon. After hearing footsteps return Marion opened his door. "Follow me." Rob noted she had recovered her aloof, commanding air.

Chapter 16

Rob followed Marion down to her basement playroom. The low bench was in its usual location in the center. Near the bench was a table covered with implements. Jenny stood next to the table, talking with another lady. She had removed her jacket, now only clad in a PVC bustier, PVC gloves, suspender belt, stockings and boots, no knickers.

The other women who were present were similarly dressed, their cunts bare, all in stockings, some open bras.

Helena, the exception, was fully dressed. She gave a smile and a wave to the ladies present. "I've seen enough. I wish you all a pleasant evening." She walked over to Rob. "Rob, it was nice to meet you." She took Marion by the arm, gave her a kiss and thanked her for the party. When she passed Rob on her way to the door, she whispered, "Call me tomorrow." He realized she'd maneuvered Marion far enough away from him that her last words with him wouldn't be overheard.

Jenny stepped to the bench, holding two cuffs in her hand. "Come here Roberta."

Rob allowed her to guide him to lie across the bench. He let her attach leather cuffs to his wrists. She attached ropes to the cuffs to rings on the floor, pulling them through rings on the floor and tight before knotting. She attached cuffs to his ankles. As she tied the ropes to their rings she pulled them taut, forcing his legs to spread wide.

The ladies came close to look over Jenny's work.

"Ladies, in a game like this we always start with a warm-up." Jenny was beginning the game as planned. "We would like you all to participate. Each of you will give him three blows with the table tennis bat. So, in total, he gets eighteen blows. I'll start, watch how I do it, then it's your turn. "

Jenny took the paddle from the table and gave him three blows. Rob was used to something like this, eighteen would be no problem.

What the hell! The first blow from Holly really hurt him, but he preferred to bite his tongue rather than complain. It seemed she was making an effort to hit him as hard as she could. The two remaining blows came fast and hurt like hell, he wondered if he would have swelling.

Each of the women took their turns. None of the other ladies hurt him as badly as Holly had.

He couldn't see Marion, but he heard her voice. "Right, from here I'll take over."

Marion used different kind of whips and paddles on him, in a way that gave him the impression she was still under his influence to spank him lightly.

"Kiss the cane." Marion brought the stick to his lips.

His beating with the cane was no fun at all. Each time the cane hit him he tried to move to avoid the blow, but it was no use. At five he thought; done; but no, she kept on beating him.

At ten she stopped.

"Say thank you mistress." Marion was giving an order.

Rob managed to gasp out the words. "Thank you mistress." His thoughts were less polite, wait until I am released.

Marion invited the ladies to inspect what they'd done to Rob. "You may all feel his reddened bum and back, as you can see, no real harm is done. Tomorrow no evidence will remain." Someone's fingers traced across his bum and down one leg. "Tonight of course he will feel it well, a good reminder."

Rob noticed Holly kept her distance, she didn't come forward for a closer look.

"Right ladies, now the real fun will start. You all have been given a strap-on, as you can see these are two way strap-ons, the thicker end goes in you, the smaller...." She gave a short laugh. "It goes in him."

Rob could see all the women put on their strap-ons, including Jenny and Marion. Marion made a point of putting hers on beside the table, where he could see. He knew to expect Marion's was a slightly bigger than the rest, but what was Jenny up to? She seemed to have trouble in putting hers on; he could not see well from his face-down position.

Marion brought out a large bottle of lube and stepped behind Rob. She put quite a lot on his arse, penetrating him a few times with one finger, then with two. "Ladies, please all use this lubricating jelly on your strap-ons, we must be careful. Don't penetrate him wildly, take your time, go slowly when you start."

Then Marion pressed her dildo against his arse, pushing into him. He couldn't help himself, he moaned.

"Don't be such a sissy." Marion's voice was amused, she was teasing him. The strap-on invaded deeper until she was in all the way. She eased back out, then in, then began a regular, in-out pattern. She picked up her pace just a little.

Soon enough she pulled out and immediately pumped more lube into him. "Who will go next?" One after another the ladies pegged his arse, but their strap-ons were smaller so it wasn't too bad. He didn't know which woman was using each dildo to peg him.

"You see Roberta, the slut, likes this." Marion pointed out he had a hard-on.

Jenny stepped behind him and started pushing her strap-on in his arse. He could feel this dildo was much bigger.

"Stop," he said. "You're hurting me, stop, Black, Black!"

Jenny stopped pushing but didn't back away. "You are such a sissy, sissy's must keep their mouth shut."

He hadn't noticed the ball gag on the table until Marion picked it up, shoved it forcefully into his mouth and secured the straps.

"Everything okay dear?" Marion's voice sounded sincere. "You can safe-word, if you must." Rob nodded his head up and down three times, the signal she'd given him if he could not speak. He realized anyone except Marion would simply see him agreeing. The women were laughing, they had no idea what was happening here and thought it was part of the show.

"Ladies, as you know from experience, you may feel a little pain on your way to the pleasure." Jenny started pushing again. Rob had the feeling his arse would split. Push-pause, push-pause, Jenny entered him in steps which made him shudder. Rob was moaning, shaking his head and moving his hips, all in vain. His erection wilted quickly.

Finally Jenny stopped pushing in. Rob couldn't believe how filled, how overstretched he felt. It seemed every spot in his arse was on fire with pain. As she began moving in and out, the pain moved around like strokes of lightning. Rob moaned nonstop from the pain, he could not remember ever feeling so much pain. It wasn't too long, a dozen or so slow thrusts into him, but it seem an eternity before Jenny stopped. She pulled out out quickly, not gentle at all.

There was a pause, then Rob saw Marion' legs and feet beside his head. "Ladies, today Roberta was very disobedient to me. At a time when he was forbidden to act without permission he tried to kiss me. He complained about his chores; the poor dear didn't like having to do his assigned tasks. Furthermore he had intercourse with Helena, his biggest mistake. Finally he was about to leave the house, again without my permission.

"As his punishment for these many things, I shall give him five strokes with this bullwhip. Ladies, this is the real thing.

"Roberta, remember, you earned this." She gave him the first lash with the whip.

He cried from the pain, he was still gagged, but anyone could see by the jerk of his head the whip really hurt him.

Jenny leaned over and saw tears flowing from his eyes. "Look, the sissy is crying."

Two more strokes followed. Welts appeared on his bum.

"Stop!" Kim cried out in concern. "I don't want to be part of this."

"Nor I." Carmen joined Kim to leave the room. Rob could only recognize them by seeing their shoes as they went to the stair.

After the final two strokes with the whip, Olga left without speaking.

Marion removed the ball gag, leaning down to look Rob in the eye. "Can I untie you now, my dear? Will you stay calm?"

He nodded his head, not wanting to speak but feeling quite different about her question.

While Marion untied him, he saw Jenny and Holly leaving to go back upstairs. As soon as he could, Rob put his hand on his bum to feel the damage. He saw his hand had blood on it.

Intending to follow the custom corporal punishment for misbehavior is followed by a scolding, Marion took a step toward him. She stopped, frightened by the anger she could see in his eyes. She still had the confidence to raise a finger in disapproval. "Don't you dare hit me!"

Rob took a breath to quiet himself, but his voice was still ragged when he spoke. "You've made quite a number of mistakes this afternoon, Marion. We had an agreement; you did not keep the promises you made. You said you would heed my safe word, but you ignored it. The very first thing I mentioned was 'no blood' and what do I see?" He thrust his hand toward her to see, taking satisfaction she flinched at his sudden motion. "Jenny calling me a sissy, I'll take up with her. You and Jenny made me look the fool, a stupid male to be taught a lesson.

"What happened today, your actions by your choice, is far from love between two people who trust each other as they play. I didn't see a loving wife here. I didn't see a careful mistress who honors limits and responds to safe words. You think I'm in the wrong and you've punished me. I cannot argue your judgment. The remedy is to assure you never have opportunity to punish me again."

He paused, holding her eye. When he spoke again his voice was calm, unnaturally quiet. Marion could tell his was holding his anger in check. The even voice made her uneasy. "Listen, I've been thinking about you and John. I have found just one explanation: John committed suicide. You pushed him too far, games just like this pushed him beyond his limits. He must have taken his own life to escape you. He loved you, but you didn't love him. He was just a toy to you, something to be used for your entertainment, just as you want to do the same thing to me."

Rob could see his words hurt her far more than any physical blow he might give her. Tears had begun streaming down her cheeks. "That's not true, not true! I loved him, oh, how I loved him!"

"Just as you showed your love for me this evening. I'm leaving now, Marion. Given a choice, I will never speak to you again."

She fell to her knees, reaching out to grab at his legs. She wailed, Rob thought she was almost incoherent. "I love you, oh, I love you! Don't leave me, Rob, don't do this to me!"

He pushed her away. "You did this to yourself."

Rob paused in the examination room long enough to retrieve his clothes. He went up to his bedroom. He smeared some salve on his behind and started dressing.

It was just a few minutes before Jenny threw open his door. "What have you done to Marion?"

Rob took three angry steps across the room to give her a slap across her face. Stunned, she stepped back. He spat in her face as well. "you'll be getting divorce papers. You have proven to be an abusive spouse. Physically abusive."

Not bothering to close the door he returned to dressing. He didn't look at her again. He heard her footsteps moving away as he turned to his two suitcases. He took all the feminine clothing he'd brought from home, but any clothes Marion or Jenny had given him were tossed out of the room to cover the hallway floor.

He didn't look back as he drove away from Marion's house in the country.

Chapter 17

Sunday, Rob woke early, prompted by pain on his bum and legs. He sighed, crawled out of bed and inspected the damage. Marion had been right the consequences of paddling faded overnight. The five welts from the whip, however, seemed just as painful. It was hard to sit on a chair. One stripe from the whip went diagonally up onto his back. He went to soak in the tub with Epsom salts.

By late morning, Rob had finished a third cup of coffee and was starting in on a day of making his flat ready for another week at work when the phone rang. He didn't recognize the number.

It was Helena, not at all the first telephone call he'd expect after the disastrous Saturday scene. "Dear, are you okay? Olga and Carmen both called me this morning, wondering what really happened."

Against his will, Rob began to cry. He gave a sob, then stifled any further noises.

"Hush, darling, ssh, it's all over now. Imagine my arms around you, right now, holding you to my breast for comfort."

Still recovering his composure, Rob didn't respond with words. Helena continued. "Marion was right about warming up, but no one bothered to give you any after-care." Rob briefly wondered how familiar she was with BDSM, if she knew the idea of aftercare.

Rob wiped tears from his cheeks. "I never believed Marion, saying she loved me so soon. The real shock for me, what I can't fathom, is Jenny taking such savage pleasure in abusing me. How can either of them claim to love me, then do such things? I felt so betrayed, I just feel sick about it. Jenny stole my past, our past, all these years with her, now I doubt everything about our relationship. Did I really know her? What a laugh she and Marion had at my expense."

"You don't know that. I can't speak about Jenny, I hardly know her, but on Marion, I'm with you. I was shocked when she spoke of her love for you; I don't think she knows you enough to truly love you. She was in love of her vision for your future.

"As long they could use you for their pleasure or amusement, one way or another, they would keep you. But here's the thing: the moment they had enough of you, you would be thrown out."

"It appears you don't know it all, Helena. Olga and Carmen left the basement before the final whipping, then the other two. By the time I was released it was only Marion and I. I took my revenge on Marion. I didn't hurt her physically, but mentally, just as they did to me. I told her she is responsible for John's death: he committed suicide."

Helena gave a sigh. "I've wondered myself, but one doesn't discuss something like that."

"It was easy enough to say in anger. I also told Jenny I'll send divorce papers, I doubt anyone else knows that."

"So quickly?"

"I have no hesitation. I'll call my solicitor Monday to get the process started."

Helena wanted to see Rob, but he was not interested in seeing anyone to remind him of his dreadful day at Marion's house

Rob returned to work Monday. His injuries took the better part of a week to heal. Holly didn't come in. Rob didn't worry about it, more than once he'd run the office himself, even for weeks at a time.

Helena either called or texted in the early evening every day. She still wanted to see him, he was still hesitant. She told him she was interested in a relationship with him. He kept his replies, really deflections, short and uncomplicated.

Helena's persistence over a few months paid off. On a Sunday morning in August he gave her directions and they agreed she would be there in the early afternoon. A few hours later Helena was seated on Rob's couch, asking about his status.

"My solicitor is working on the documents needed for a divorce. I go to work, I have a pint at the pub one or two evenings a week, I read."

Helena took his hand. "Rob, maybe you think it too soon to consider another marriage, but if you want me, I'll marry you." She put a tender kiss on the hand she held, then giggled. "Are you horny now? I guess they had you good and aroused for their party, until I came along and spoilt things. Is it too soon to bring that up? After all, you are destined to be my boy-toy."

Rob only scowled.

"If you like, I came here dressed for the occasion. Nothing could cheer you up as well as a good fuck between two people who care for each other."

She gave Rob a wink as she spread her legs. "Look, I want to seduce you. We have so much lost time to make up. I'll always wear stockings and slips especially for you, anything else you want; in return I ask you do the same for me. That is the only game I'll play with you.

"Oh, yes, I almost forgot. How soon can you quit your your job? Live with me, please. Tell you what, if you come with me today to my house, I'll immediately transfer one million pounds to your account. I'll make you financially independent, just as I said I would. Won't that convince you of my good intentions?

Rob took his hand from hers and moved away from her. "So, your plan is to seduce me? No doubt then you'll punish me? How are you different from Marion? Will you use me up then pass me to another? In the end I'm a soulless being. That isn't what I want, and what you want isn't at all clear."

He stood. "I have some things requiring my attention this afternoon. I'm not for sale at the moment."

"I was just kidding, dear, forgive me. Your mental wounds are too fresh, maybe those on your bottom too." She gave him a friendly smile. "I am not buying you, I just want your love, completely. I'll do whatever it takes to earn your love. Oh, sure, we'll make love, but I want to have fun, dine together, visit places, not to mention shopping, we must expand your lingerie collection." Helena's look was loving, which did not settle well for Rob.

"How is this different from Marion? You do not know me nearly well enough to propose marriage."

She was disappointed, but not put off. "I know you better than you imagine. I arranged for an inquiry into your background. You've kept a steady job for a long time, there is no evidence you ever cheated on Jenny. You're incredibly discreet about crossdressing, no evidence could be found on that point, not even when my people knew to look for it. You just love lingerie, occasionally a spanking and that's it. Your interests have little to do with the things Jenny and Marion intended."

"Yes," Rob said, thoughtful. "No full-time, lifestyle slave. And no whips!"

Rob was not willing to just quit his job and run off with her so quickly. He understood the idea of rebound enough to know he was at risk of making poor decisions. To be honest he wasn't willing to quit his job at all. It would be horribly unprofessional to quit without warning. In future he might well want (or need!) to resume working. Helena told him she had money, but he had no reason to believe her. Alternatively, Helena might intend to have him dependent on her. On that point at least she would be mistaken.

Despite his misgivings it was only a few weeks later when he agreed to spend a weekend at Helena's house. She met him at his flat when he got home from work. Rob had already packed some clothes, including lingerie. He tossed the suitcases into the boot and stepped into Helena's Mercedes to go spend the weekend at her house.

He had no idea what to expect, but after a drive of just over an hour Helena turned her car into a gravel drive between wide, mowed lawns. After curving around a grove of trees, he saw a large, old mansion built of stone, the type he'd heard described as a country pile on a television show about England's heritage. There was an older section with three floors. To the left was an addition running perpendicular to the older wing, which would be considered large. While newer, the wing to the left was still at least 100 years old.

Rob almost choked when he saw the place. "This is your house?"

"My humble residence," Helena explained. "I told you, I'm pretty rich. It's old money, I didn't earn a bit of it. I wasn't joking when I said I'd give you money."

"I didn't believe you about the money, I thought you were just trying to persuade me. In truth, I want nothing to do with your money. I'd like to ignore your money."

There was a gravel car park between the two wings in front of the house, but Helena drove around back to the car park between the house and the large carriage house or stable with three bay doors and a stone staircase running up the wall under the gable to the second floor. There were more small buildings scattered off to the side and a formal garden behind the house. "As you can see, there is plenty of room for us. I have only a few on staff, none of them are here weekends, that's when we can dress up and do fun things with complete privacy. I intend for you to give me many orgasms. I might ask you to put up with a little pain."

Rob wasn't interested in that kind of conversation. "This is the kind of house the National Trust ends up owning, isn't it?"

"They've spoken with me, but I've higher standards and a bigger budget. They can't argue."

"The village back there, are you the landlord?"

"Oh, Stoke Goldington. I suppose it was once the worker's village, but I only own these few acres now." She thought for a moment. "I suppose one of my companies might own the pub, though."

Chapter 18

Rob continued to work in Oxford and visited Helena most weekends. Holly never reappeared and Rob decided against hiring a replacement until he knew what he would do himself.

He spent enough time at Helena's house he knew her cook, housekeeper and gardener, greeting them when he saw them. Despite pressure from Helena, Rob was in no hurry to marry again, not even to live with Helena full-time.

Helena encouraged Rob to wear lingerie under his male clothes whenever they were together. In fact, she suggested he wear stockings, suspender belt and knickers all the time. It was easy to wear lingerie all the time when with her, but he chose not to wear stockings when dressed for business, lest a bump be noticed and interfere with his work.

They had sex often and engaged in games once in a while. Helena liked to tie him to her bed and mount him. A few times she strapped on a dildo and pegged him.

On a sunny Saturday afternoon in October, Helen and Rob went to pay a visit to Kim. She greeted them at the door giving Helena and Rob each a kiss and a hug. Kim was dressed in a very feminine manner, wearing a simple blue blue dress with a skirt ending above the knee, black pumps and black stockings. As she led them through the house to the door into small stone terrace out back, Rob saw the stockings were seamed and knew she had done this for his benefit.

"I'll bring out drinks and we can chat. Coffee or something else?" Kim asked.

"What kind of something else would you have," Rob answered.

"I have beer, wine, whiskey."

"Beer is fine," he replied.

"Helena, what would you like?"

"I think a little wine would be nice," Helena answered.

They spent a pleasant few hours on the terrace, enjoying the company and chatting about inconsequential things. Rob noticed Kim was increasingly brazen, her skirt slipping higher and her knees further apart. At one point he glanced at Helena and saw she, too, was giving him signals with her legs. Her gaze shifted to him, she held his eye, then raised one eyebrow and moved her knees further apart. She was telling him something.

Kim stood to get his attention, feet apart, grabbed her dress at the waist and slowly drew the skirt high enough he could see the clips of the suspender.

"Let's go upstairs. I want to fuck with my dearest friends." Kim said. "After we can find something to eat. When Rob has recovered I'll want another fuck."

Helena quickly agreed. "A very good idea. Come on Rob, leave the beer, you can drink us instead." She took his hand and led him upstairs, with Kim just behind them.

When Kim's bedroom door was opened, Rob saw a large, old-fashioned, four-poster bed. He could see leather straps already had been attached to each post, with a cuff at the end of each strap.

The room had quite a feminine look, white carpet, pink curtains, a fully equipped make-up table. On the wall the half-opened wardrobe revealed a lot of dresses and lingerie. Rob even recognized a lacy petticoat showing.

He gestured at the bed, with its straps and cuffs. It wasn't too much of a surprise, he'd been in similar cuffs on Helena's bed. "Are you quite active up here, Kim?"

"Only female company, Rob, and you may know every one of them. You're the first man in here, ever. The only reason you're allowed here is because you are a member of our circle. You've a hint of female yourself, the way you behave, the lingerie you prefer makes you much like us. And, of course, you have something we all like." She softly ran her hand across the front of his pants.

Helena decided it was time to explain. "Rob, years ago we formed a circle of friends. All women of the circle were hurt. Most of the women were hurt by a man or by men in general. You were hurt as well, it happens by a woman. We think you have a great deal in common with us, you are a natural fit into our circle. Let's make love, then we'll have more to say about it."

They all helped each other undress. Rob pulled the zipper of Helena's skirt and she let it slide from her hips. Kim unbuttoned his shirt; he dropped it to the floor. Rob pulled down Helena's knickers, she elegantly stepped out of them. Rob turned Kim around to pull down the zipper of her dress; she let it slide from her shoulders. Helena unzipped his trousers and Kim unhooked his bra. He unhooked her lace bra and carefully slipped it from her shoulders, then lowered her knickers for her to step out of. Helena grabbed his knickers and pulled them down his legs, almost tripping him as he tried to step out of them.

Kim sat on the edge of the bed bed, clad only in her stockings and suspender belt and her feet well apart. She looked expectantly at Rob's dick, standing proudly erect and pointed right at her. With a finger, she caressed between her legs, a finger running over, then slipping into her cunt while her other hand played with a ring through a piercing under her nipple. Both her nipples had rings; Rob could see a similar ring through the hood over her clitoris, something he had not seen during Marion's party.

"Hurry, Rob, I need you. Can I have the first shot, Helena? It's been such a long time," Kim asked.

"Rob, she needs to come with your dick buried in her. Give it to her." Helena almost sounded like she was giving a command. Rob thought the sharp look on her face made her indeed look like a mistress. No matter, he knew what he wanted to do first.

"Not so fast, first I want to taste Kim again."

Rob knelt before the bed. Kim's cunt was an incredibly erotic sight, with her ring at the top like a small, golden halo.

He started to lick her inside, she was very wet, her juices flowing even before he started. She tasted very pleasant, as he remembered. He found her feminine smell and flavor quite arousing. She grabbed his hair and pulled his face into her, making soft noises all the while. Rob could barely breathe as he pushed his tongue as far into her as he could. His nose was pushing against her clit; as she moved her hips he sometimes felt a little pain when she pressed his nose too hard. He moved his attention upward, kissed her clit, ran his tongue around it, then across it. He made his tongue hard, flat and wide to push it gently back and forth. He closed his mouth and gently sucked, flicking his tongue across her clit. He couldn't get enough of her, while she enjoyed his oral attention so much she was surprised with how quickly he brought her to a climax, giving a moan and arching her back.

Knowing Rob wouldn't be satisfied with licking her to just one orgasm, Helena pulled Kim back to lie down, straddled over her face. "Make me come, you perverted doctor." She pushing her cunt down on Kim's mouth.

Rob continued lapping Kim's lovely cunt, her lips were smooth as a baby, and he kept playing with her clit, circling and pushing with his tongue. He reached out his hands and touched her nipples and softly pulled on her nipple rings. Kim moaned and grunted; now she became ecstatic. She pushed her hips forward into Rob's face again. He heard her sigh while still licking Helena's cunt.

Helena's voice was commanding, provocative in both Rob and Kim's ears. "Listen, bitch, I'm not making much progress, get to your work and make me come. You're such a whore, showing off these rings in your piercings. You love it, don't you, you're such a slut."

Rob noticed Kim wriggled and moaned. The more Helena spoke as she did, the more vehement the doctor's reactions became. His face was getting quite wet and he could tell her bed sheets were damp as well. She came for a second time. As soon as she had finished he stood up, took his dick in his hand and carefully guided it into her.

Kim almost screamed with delight: "Yes, yes, give it to me, give me your dick, screw me, bang me," She sighed deeply and returned to licking Helena.

Helena just stayed silent, enjoying every minute of being licked. Kim knew Helena loved it by the small soft noises she made.

Rob withdrew his dick until the tip was barely inside Kim's hot, moist cunt, then he thrust back inside her, all the way, until his balls bumped against her. He repeated the deep, forceful thrusts thrusts. He felt his orgasm beginning to grow, it was going to be fantastic. He couldn't hold it back much longer. Kim bounced and moved her back, all the while moaning and still trying to eat Helena's pussy.

The soft tongue flicking Helena's clit brought her steadily closer to climax. Try as she might, she could no longer resist what Kim was doing for her.

Rob was the first to orgasm, he pushed into Kim as far as he could, his dick making pulse after pulse. Eyes closed, his mind full of nothing but these wonderful women, sensual and soft, sexy and alluring and all for his pleasure. When he opened his eyes again, after he had no more juice left in his balls, the sight of these sexy woman almost made him regret he already had come. It was too fast, too soon. But it was fantastic.

Kim felt his semen flow into her cunt, she already was so very wet and now his juices mixed with hers. Like Rob she closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment.

Rob tried to keep his softening dick inside Kim, although it wasn't as hard he still moved his body against her and rubbed her clit.

Helena reached her peak. "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, ohh!" With moans of pleasure she stopped moving her pelvis against Kim's mouth. Her juices dripped on Kim's face. Kim suddenly stopped licking Helena, her eyes grew wide as she felt her fourth climax. It wasn't as intense as those before, but having four peaks so close together gave each one a different sensation.

"I could use a shower." Rob felt sweaty from the work he'd done, not to mention the coating on his cheeks.

Kim agreed immediately. "I'll join you." They removed their stockings and suspenders and stepped into a hot shower. Rob felt a hand slide across his thigh to softly squeeze his balls. He moaned. "Careful Kim, that part's important to me -- and to you, too."

Kim giggled and then moved her hand to grab his dick. "Not to worry, I'm a doctor."

Helena's voice broke in. She'd followed more slowly to the bath. "Do you see what a horny slut she is? She can't just have enough male meat. Whenever she can get a dick in her hand, she wants to make use of it."

Rob had to grin. "Helena, I didn't know you might talk that way. You've always seemed such a high class lady. You can really sound like a slut yourself."

"Look who's talking! One minute ago you were wearing pretty lingerie, ready to fuck." Helena poked her tongue out to Rob. "Anyway, Kim loves dirty talk, don't you, darling?"

Kim nodded. "Some words are very arousing." She grinned. "In the right tone of voice. But I must say, Rob, just the sight of your stiff dick between your stockings, that's quite a turn-on."

Helena agreed. "It's very sexy, I love it when our legs glide across one another, stockings on stockings. When we sleep together, it isn't essential to have sex; just that feeling of silk over silk feels so good, incredibly sensual."

"I think you two should stay the night with me," Kim said. "My bed is big enough and I want to feel both of your legs between mine. We can wear our stockings. Choose a nightgown from my wardrobe, it will be fun. I'm getting hot just thinking about it. Yes! We'll have a little something for dinner, then coffee and then, Rob, you and I shall bring Helena to new heights. Then more wine and we'll go to bed together, right here. I don't have anything to get up early for tomorrow morning. Dare I hope you have nothing special tomorrow morning?"

"I'll have to think about that." Helena gave the impression she was in deep thought. Soon enough face brightened. "Of course we can spend the night here, like we used to do when we were younger, Kim. This time, we have a real dick to play with." She gave a smile to Rob, who had noticed they spoke as if he wasn't present.

"Don't expect too much from me, I can come again after dinner, but there is no guarantee you'll get me hard a third time tonight."

"You don't have to perform, Rob, we'll just cuddle and caress in bed with us three. It will be a new experience for you. Just holding each other is enough. The women in our circle know this."

Helena gave Rob a tender kiss. Kim stepped up and caught him as the first kiss ended, hers deeper, more sensual. Rob found his hand trapped at her crotch; he passed his fingers over her clit ring to tease her. Her hips kept his hand trapped even after she ended the kiss.

"Sorry, Helena, I just stole a kiss from your guy."

"I'm not jealous, dear, in fact I'll steal the kiss back from you." Rob was treated to the sight of the two ladies French kissing. He felt Helena's fingers go right where his was, reaching for Kim's clit.

Kim moaned. "You two are mean, making me horny again." Rob had thought it a kindness, considering what she'd said she wanted this evening.

Rob stepped out of the shower. Drying himself, he saw the women in the shower looking at him provocatively through the glass, fingering themselves.

Rob groaned. "You women just can't get enough!"

Helena stepped out, he handed her a towel as Kim turned off the shower. As they all used their towels, Kim asked, "What shall we do? Are we going to fully dress again, be naked or just pull on our stockings?"

Helena had an idea. "You mentioned earlier having several nightgowns, Kim. Do you have something larger for Rob to wear?"

"I have exactly something Rob would like. It's new and I bought it just for such an occasion. I hoped one day I might get the two of you to spend night with me." Kim gave a provocative smile to Helena.

"You intriguer!" Helena grabbed Kim around her waist and kissed her again, her tongue in Kim's mouth and her hands going quickly between her legs. "Unbelievable, you're wet again. Such a slut, Rob, look." She displayed her fingers, wet. "Our doctor is even more a slut than I thought. Kim, you're nearly as bad as I."

"I'll just fetch the nightgowns," Kim said, walking quickly into her bedroom. She pulled a suitcase out from under the bed and opened it. Rob and Helena followed her into the room.

"This one is yours, Rob, I bought it thinking of what you would like to wear." Kim handed him a long, lavender nightgown made of a silky nylon, with long sleeves and lace on the bodice and sleeves.

"And for you Helena, I have the same style, in pink." She winked. "His and hers. For myself I have a black one -- after all, I'm the mistress of this house. I think I shall dig deeper in here, find my whip." She gave a teasing smile to Rob.

"Don't tease him too much, the poor boy has his scars." Helena was mock-serious.

"I don't mind, Helena, Kim has proven herself as a true friend. She can say anything she likes, I know she doesn't mean it. If she does mean it, it's with friendly intent." Rob had an impulse to be provocative. "I'll bet she'd like to spank me."

"We all want to spank you Rob, no question there." It seemed to Rob that Helena said this in all sincerity. "Maybe I should arrange it for you, see if you still say something like that afterwards. Don't forget, our circle is women who've been hurt by men, we'd all like to give some back."

Rob chuckled. "If it's just your circle, women you trust, I imagine I wouldn't mind. I could even like it, during the fun of seeing girls licking and moaning and groaning. A bit of spanking in the middle would just heighten my senses more and more."

"Done!" Helena was certainly sincere now. "I hadn't told you yet, but in two weeks our circle will be all together, first time in many months. We plan a long weekend from Friday afternoon until Monday morning. Olga and Carmen are still clearing their calendars; Kim has already agreed. Maybe you'll take a strap-on from one or two of us."

Rob blushed to think of it. He didn't reject the idea, but he felt a bit uneasy about it. On the other hand, under the right circumstances it did turn him on.

Kim agreed with Helena: "Yes, a bit of S&M will do us all good. A spanking, no, a paddling, might do me some good. Let's all do it. we'll separate the subs and the doms and those in between. Rob, you must be a sub, of course. It's fine you stay on the soft side, I don't like hard S&M either."

Rob recognized Helena's look, she was planning. "What a splendid idea, Kim. I'll warn Olga and Carmen to be prepared for a bit of spanking, it will be fun. So we'll have a busy two weeks Rob, preparing our playroom."

"Maybe we can borrow something from Marion and Jenny," Rob said, with false innocence.

"Don't say that, Rob. Not even as a bad joke. I don't want anything to do with them anymore."

Kim nodded. "I totally agree with Helena. They're bad news, Rob. You really must forget about them completely. You have four other woman around you. I love you, just as Helena loves you. I know you're hers, but I'd take you any time. Helena knows how I feel, she's sweet to overlook my dubious remarks. I'm lucky, I don't need to plot to steal you away, I get a little part anyway. I have all the lust and none of the burden," Kim grinned at Helena. "You know I love you too, Helena, I wish I could marry both of you, wouldn't we be a perfect family?"

Rob put on his stockings and suspender belt, then the nightgown. "Shall we find something for supper?"