PainLove - Bk. 01 - Ch. 01-05

This is a re-conception of the excellent Literotica posts, "A Game with in a Game" and "The Struggle" by Doberinca . After I read them for the first time, I read them again. The characters were real and convincing, they had inner lives. Their relationships, like real life, sometimes ran happily, but just as often there were misunderstandings, confusion and sometimes anger. The original was also epic in size, and I thought about how the experience might be different if it was structured as a set of novels of conventional length.

I reached spots where I wondered how the story might proceed if the primary characters learned more from their experiences, leading to different decisions as the story goes on. The narrative arc diverges from its inspiration as it moves forward. As a result, some portions are as Doberinca originally wrote them, some sections have been removed or relocated, some changed, some are all new. Some of the original characters have been removed, some have had their role diminished, some their role expanded.

This is a different story, but it would not exist without Doberinca's original as a place to start.

Houses of Pain and Love

A series of four novels about being a submissive man to dominant women

Book One: Marion's House

by Doberinca

and

Henry Daniels

Chapter 1

"See you soon. XXX." It was in his work e-mail when he started his computer Monday morning. Nothing else to hint who it was from. He didn't recognize the sender's e-mail address.

Tuesday brought another message. "I'm waiting for you. XXX."

Pretty strange, Rob thought. He had no idea who the mysterious sender might be.

Maybe his wife? "Have you been sending me teases?" He asked when he came home Tuesday evening.

Jenny just looked puzzled. "What?"

He decided not to tell her more.

The e-mail on Wednesday said, "Can't wait to have you. Can't wait to use you. XXX."

Rob blushed when he read the message. This seemed to be getting serious. He quickly glanced at Holly, his office assistant across the room, maybe she had something to do with it, but saw no sign from her. She noticed him looking at her, gave him a quick, friendly smile and turned right back to her work. Although Rob knew little about Holly's personal life, he knew she was broad-minded enough to deal with even the most eccentric of those who came into the office. She never had a comment after one of them visited. Jenny liked her, they'd invited Holly to their flat for dinner many times.

The e-mails were in the back of his mind as he turned to his work. An hour later, Rob decide he was done. He flagged the sender's address so any further e-mails would go directly to the spam folder.

The reception desk in the building lobby rang him mid-morning Friday. "There is a package being delivered for you, the lady is quite insistent you must sign for it personally."

At the reception desk a woman waited, with a box. "Rob Graham?" He nodded in response. "My name is Carmen Wolfe, I have a pretty expensive parcel for you. That's the reason you must sign for it."

"What's in it? Who's the sender?"

"I'm the sender. I own a clothing boutique just down the street, by the Covered Market." She handed over her business card. Rob gave it a glance, then he stopped and looked again, a cold feeling forming in the pit of his stomach. She was from a lingerie shop?

"A customer bought all this for you, asked me to deliver it. This customer made it very clear you were to accept it in person, but not learn who bought it.

"I had the impression you would be expecting a package this morning. I'm sorry this is a surprise to you, but I assure you it will be a nice surprise." She paused, her eyes openly moving over him. "I think we did well on sizes, now I can see you." He thought the smile she gave him seemed more predatory than friendly. "It would be easy to open the box and see the contents, if you like." She reached to lift the top off the box.

A little panicked, Rob had to stop her. "I must decline your delivery. Good day." He turned quickly and disappeared through the door to the stair as quickly as he could.

Wondering if this package was related to the e-mails, he looked in his spam folder. Friday morning's e-mail suggested the sender knew a great deal about him:

"Dear Roberta, in a few moments a parcel will be delivered. It contains some lingerie. I want you to put it on in your office and wear it. In fact, I insist on you wearing it as soon as you get it. When you are ready, go home and tell your beloved wife Jenny the game can begin. She will know what to do.

"Remember: you must use the word game with Jenny.

"You will be MINE. XXX."

His mobile phone rang twenty minutes later, it was Jenny. "That was rude. It would have been a nice surprise if you accepted the package."

"Ah, so you do know what's going on!"

"I only know something is going on and you aren't playing along as you must. Carmen gave you her card. You call her, you apologize and you arrange to accept the package."

"Okay." Rob walked outside and called Carmen from his mobile. In a few minutes they'd agreed he would collect the package at her shop after he left work.

He spent the rest of the day watching the clock, alternating between dread and anticipation. He collected the box and went home. He left it in the car when he went up to the flat.

Jenny wasn't home when Rob arrived. Her usual note told him she was out shopping. By the time Jenny came through the door he'd dozed off on the couch. She quickly sent him out to collect the box from his car.

They opened it together. There were several bundles wrapped in pink tissue paper. The first contained a black satin bra with pointed cups, in his size, 40B. Another package contained a waist-cincher with six suspenders attached; the same line as the bra and the size to fit him. Black satin French knickers with pretty lace at the leg followed, then a full slip, black and knee-length, the lace at the hem and bodice matching the knickers. It was a complete lingerie set, accompanied by a pair of fully-fashioned black nylons with a back-seam.

Whoever picked it out knew just what he liked best. Jenny must have guided this. Rob turned red. He glanced at Jenny, who looked at him with a knowing expression. "Get dressed." She stayed to watch him change.

With a sigh Rob started to put on his new lingerie.

Jenny wanted to see more enthusiasm. "Don't act like you don't like it. We know you do and we put quite a bit of effort into selecting this set. It wasn't easy for us to find all this in your size."

"We? You, certainly, but someone else sent those e-mails? Who?"

"You'll find out at the right time. Why didn't you accept the package and follow the other instructions? You knew it was coming."

"I did not know it was coming. Wednesday I marked that mystery sender for my spam filter so I didn't see the e-mail this morning saying a package was coming until after I'd turned Carmen away." Rob fastened his bra and adjusted the fit. "I read it, from my spam folder, after I came back up from reception, thinking there might be a connection."

"I see you like what you're wearing." She was looking at a distinctly non-feminine bulge in his knickers.

"Darling, you know full well I find this silky stuff arousing. If you intended these mysterious circumstances to be a bit of turn-on, you were right."

By then Rob was finished threading his suspender straps under his knickers and attaching the clips to his stockings. He slipped his hands through the shoulder straps of the slip and raised his arms to let the soft fabric drift down over him.

"Okay, then dear. In the email I was told to say the 'game' has started. Or can start?"

"I have some more things for you." She handed over the result of her shopping trip, a department store bag holding a black, knit skirt and a sheer blouse, also black. "Wear your high heels, too, honey! You must be dressed like this the entire evening." She gave him an encouraging smile. "I'll like seeing your bum and long legs in your skirt."

She was right, the skirt's fabric clung to his legs and hips, making Rob's bum prominent. When walking in high heels, he was unaware the way he swung his hips was quite an erotic sight for a woman who appreciated women as well as men.

Finally they sat down to dinner, both wearing blouse and skirt. As they finished their meal, Jenny told Rob more. "Now for the real surprise. Tonight we shall visit an old friend. It's a bit of drive so we're to spend the weekend at her place. Bring your nightie and toothbrush. We're going there with you dressed just as you are now, entirely feminine, and you shall stay in women's clothing all weekend. This friend is broad-minded; actually, even a bit kinky. It's she who emailed you. I'll drive so you can wear your highest heels."

Rob stammered out a quick protest. "Going out to the car? Everyone will see me!"

"Nonsense, it's nearly dark now, wear a coat, you'll want it in any event. No one will notice."

During dinner Rob had worn kitten heels but since Jenny asked him to wear high heels he slipped on his three inch heels.

He heard his wife rummaging in their wardrobes and filling suitcases while he cleaned up from dinner.

When Rob stepped into their bedroom she greeted him with more commands. "When I'm done here, you can bring the suitcases to the car." She saw his footwear. "Dearie, I said high heels, not half high. Please put on the ones I just bought for you."

"I can't walk in those for a long time."

"Where we're going, you won't have to walk far. There might even be chairs available." With that, it seemed settled. Rob went to his closet again and fetched Jenny's gift of just a week earlier: a pair of shiny, black, four-inch high heels with peep toe and an ankle strap.

Walking in them wasn't really a problem for Rob, he'd been walking in heels for years, here in the flat. He hadn't before walked in heels out where his neighbors might see him, he didn't want to draw any attention while carrying suitcases to the car parked at the curb. After some hesitation he took her weekender out, then the two suitcases she'd packed for him. He put them into the boot as quickly as he could, then seated himself on the passenger side.

Once outside of town, on the A-road through the countryside, Jenny could relax a bit. She reached over to run her fingers over his skirt, plucking at a suspender with one finger, running down his leg to caress his stockings. "Is Roberta enjoying this?"

Rob had been alternating between worry and fantasizing about where they might be going. "I'm having a good time." He paused, wondering where his wife had gotten the name Roberta. "I am curious, maybe a bit anxious."

Jenny smiled. "Well, it's all a matter of trust and we've discussed this often. I won't do anything to hurt or upset you. You can relax."

Rob wasn't entirely satisfied. "You know I trust you, but you also know I've never before gone outside dressed this way. I never thought anyone but you would ever see me like this. Does your friend know we play our games as we do?"

Rob noticed Jenny hesitated before answering. "She knows you like to wear feminine clothing, which only raised her interest in you. With going into much detail, I told her you do such a nice job of pleasing me and sometimes you like to be a bit submissive, especially when you've dressed for me. She wants to meet you dressed this way for that reason. To be honest, I couldn't refuse her request. Nor can you, after all, she did send you some lovely gifts."

Rob realized he had another question. "So you know about the strange emails I received?"

Jenny smiled. "I've been wondering when you were going to tell me. Yes, I gave your email addresses to my friend. I might as well tell you now; it has been Marion. Do you remember her, Marion Saunders? We went to her husband's funeral a year ago and I went to spend time with her a few times in the months right after she lost John. She likes you very much, she appreciated how kind you were when you stayed overnight dropping me off or picking me up at her house. She and I talked about every subject under the sun during the time I stayed with her. I told her all about us trying to play our little games and how we made some progress, but lacked time, place and inspiration."

Rob was shocked such intimate details of his life had been told to another person but chose not to comment.

"Last month, she came to town for a day of shopping with me. We spent hours together and old things came up. Talking over coffee we got an idea. Now, Marion lives all by herself in a lovely, big country house, she offered us a chance to play there. She told me quite frankly she's quite interested in you, she insisted on hosting a game this weekend. I have every reason to expect you'll like it. If you like it enough we can play more."

"So it wasn't you who sent all the lingerie? I had convinced myself it was you all the time."

"No, I knew Marion had some ideas, but I didn't realize she had started until this afternoon. So it was a surprise for me as well when you told me the game had begun. Well, a spoilt surprise, since Marion had to call me and report you didn't accept the package when Carmen brought it over. I imagined Marion would simply have the three of us get together at her place this weekend, now it seems this visit will be a bit more than just social."

"You know we must be honest to each other." Jenny's voice was suddenly stern. "You received these e-mails every day this week but didn't didn't tell me about them until today. You understand you'll be punished for this. In fact, that's one of the nice things about going to Marion: her house has no neighbors nearby. So I can play with you without being disturbed. You can yell and nobody at all will hear you."

"I started to tell you. I asked if you were teasing."

"And you failed to follow through when I said no. I did ask you what you meant."

Happily for Rob, Jenny didn't ask him to get out, operate the pump and pay when she stopped to fill the tank after exiting the motorway. Rob pulled his coat closed to cover his nylon-clad legs.

Jenny returned to see his coat over his legs. "I love to see your legs. Come on honey, show them to me."

With a sigh Rob re-opened his coat despite the bright lights of the petrol station. "I'd be horribly embarrassed if somebody should see me."

"I can tell you this; should a woman pass by and see your legs, she'd think I'm a lucky girl to have a companion with legs like these, male or female. You underestimate women; many wouldn't mind seeing their lovers dressed up in stockings when making love. It's can be an incredible sexy sight for us, too; it isn't just men fond of legs in stockings.

"Yes, but a man."

"When a man sees you beside me, he won't notice your legs. Men generally look at me when we're together, don't they?"

Rob knew she was right, Jenny always attracted looks from other men. She could draw attention wearing anything, dressed up or casual. He counted himself lucky to have married such a beautiful, loving and understanding woman.

After driving in silence, Jenny gave Rob more information. "Marion has moved to a different house than the one you've visited. Marion sold her place in Towcester, it had too many memories. She has a lovely, big house with a bit of land near Silverstone. I helped her look at houses whenever I was there with her. Marion's new house is larger than a normal family home. I had an idea of her purpose buying that particular house, secluded in the country. I expect she wanted to build a dungeon in the basement. We'll soon see if I'm right."

Rob felt a chill. "But you just said you won't hurt me."

"I keep my promises. No need to worry about too much pain or inconvenience. But you will pay for not instantly informing me."

"I didn't know the meaning of the emails or their purpose. I added the sender to my junk filter Wednesday. They didn't even come to my inbox after." Rob was getting worried what Jenny might do.

Suddenly she wasn't stern, she was just Jenny again, grinning. "Stop overreacting. It's all part of our little game. In the game I need a reason to punish you. You understand that much so don't be such a wimp. Imagine, a full weekend for ourselves. I've waited a long time to do something like this with you again."

Rob leaned over toward her. "How does Marion fit in?"

"I can assure you, Marion is to be trusted completely. Otherwise we wouldn't be going to her place. The rest is part of her surprise, the game. I have only a notion. We'll see when we get there."

Chapter 2

The remaining twenty minutes to their destination passed in silence. Jenny made a turn to follow a narrow country road. It wasn't long before she turned into a drive leading into a fairly large estate. It was dark all around the big house, no evidence of other houses nearby.

Jenny parked the car in front of the house. As soon as they stepped out of their car, the front door opened, with Marion standing in the doorway.

"Here you are again; welcome back Jenny. And Roberta!" She gave Rob a smile, then a kiss on his lips before she hugged him. He watched Marion greeted Jenny the same way; their kiss lingering before the hug. "Lovely to see you again dear and now we're all here at my new home. Roberta, you can take the luggage upstairs, first room on the left and then join us. Jenny and I will be in the sitting room.

Marion took Jenny's arm, the two women walked into the house without another look to Rob. "Oh sweet Jenny, I'm so glad to have you visit. You've no idea how I've missed you."

Unsteady in high heels on the gravel, Rob carried their luggage into the entry hall, one piece at a time. He could hear Jenny's and Marion's voices from the sitting room across from the stair. He decide to take off his heels to better navigate the stair carrying suitcases.

The room Marion gave them was old-fashioned, furnished with a large double bed. Satin sheets, very nice, he thought. Heavy curtains covered the window and a large wardrobe stood in the corner. Thick carpets covered the floor.

With their suitcases in the room, he though it was time for a well-deserved drink. He went back to the main floor, sat on the stair to buckle the strap putting his heels back on and went to join the ladies. When he opened the door, he saw a cozy lounge. At the back end was the dining area, at the front comfortable chairs. The two ladies were sitting on a couch.

Marion greeted Rob as he entered, her eyes still on Jenny. "Pour yourself a whiskey and make yourself comfortable." He realized she'd heard the sound of his high heels on the wood floor as he walked along the main hall.

Drink in hand, Rob looked around the room. A fireplace had a fire going, just enough to deal with the chill air of a spring evening. Next to it were shelves with books. Large windows had been covered with velvet curtains and a carpet was laid between the hearth and the couch where the ladies had taken their seats.

He took a seat opposite the ladies and tried to not stare at Marion. In the full light he saw she was dressed in a black dress, very narrow and snug fitting down to her knees. She wore black high heels and stockings. He remembered her shoulder-length hair as brown, it now seemed more auburn, a definite red cast to it. Her sensuous lips, with scarlet lipstick, were curved in an alluring smile and complemented her hair nicely. Her large blue eyes, made more prominent by dark eye shadow, stayed coolly on him. He had met Marion before, of course, at the funeral and a few times at her previous house. This Marion looked like a completely different woman.

Jenny noticed the conversation had slowed as Marion and Rob appraised each other." I hope you like what you see, Roberta."

"Sorry, dear. Two such lovely ladies alone in a room with me, I can't believe it. Marion, I hope you forgive me, but you and Jenny, you're both just so beautiful."

"You could be a nice looking woman yourself, with a bit of make-up."

Rob blushed. "I'm just a casual cross dresser, I don't expect I could ever look like a woman."

Jenny's skeptical look surprised him. "That's clearly open to debate. You wear woman's clothing, you behave like a woman. You don't object to us calling you Roberta. You even walk like a woman and want to be treated with care. To me there isn't much difference. What do you think Marion?"

Marion rose from the couch. "Stand up and turn around, Roberta."

As soon as he had his back to her, Marion grabbed his bum and squeezed - hard. "Ooh, nice bum. He's surely a woman alright. You don't mind, Jenny, if I examine her a bit?"

"Go ahead, she's all yours." Jenny gave Marion a sly smile. "I'll watch, of course."

"Of course." Marion's smile was equally sly. "It'll be quite fun to have you witness this."

Fun. The word caught Rob's attention. It was exciting to be in this situation, but he had no idea what Marion's idea of fun might be. He recalled the conversation in the car this afternoon, Jenny's reassurance about trust. Now he was less sure. "Excuse me, Marion. Why do you want to examine me? I am perfectly healthy, surely Jenny has told you. Perhaps we should discuss what you have planned. I understood there was to be a game, but I had the impression it would be Jenny and I playing, with perhaps a bit of involvement of you. Now it seems you're the one in charge, the game we're to play is yours, not Jenny's."

"Dear Roberta." Marion's voice was soothing as she rose. "Just a quick inspection. What I've heard from Jenny makes me curious, I wanted to see for myself. You seem to be an experienced girl, perhaps a bit shy. So let's go to the next room, I want to find out more."

Marion's quick steps led the way into the hall. He hesitated, then felt Jenny's hand pushing a his back, urging him to follow. Marion waited at an open door on the opposite side of the hall. "In here, Roberta and please remove your blouse and skirt. Jenny, if you would prefer something more suitable for the occasion, you can change with me. Rob, after your clothing is off, I daresay you'll understand which seat you're to take. We'll be right back." Marion and Jenny disappeared down the hall toward the back of the house.

Rob entered what might be a physician's procedure room, but dimly lit and with dark walls. In the center was an examination chair, its back to the door and facing a tall shelf with all kinds of medical instruments. The chair was the only seat. To the left, a sideboard held towels and cotton ready for use, along with tubes and jars with unknown contents. Rob went pale when he saw the examination chair, his heart began to beat faster, a mix of fear and excitement. This game was quickly becoming serious. Rob didn't undress and didn't sit. He prowled the room, his mind finding sinister uses for each item he saw.

Down the hall he could hear muffled laughter from Jenny and Marion. After what seemed to Rob an eternity, he heard the loud sound of their high heels in the hall. Suddenly the two of them filled the doorway.

The change was dramatic. Jenny was now in a black PVC outfit. A black bra with open cups left her exposed breasts supported, squeezed and thrust forward. She wore a waist-cincher making her hips seem much fuller. She wore no knickers, the shaven labia he knew so well were fully exposed, framed by long, black stockings and the suspenders attached to them. The stockings made her legs look much longer. Her "mistress" outfit was completed by by knee-high, black boots with spiked heels. He had never seen Jenny wearing this outfit before and realized she must have bought it especially for this weekend.

His eyes moved to Marion. Her outfit was a corset, dark red in color, tightly enclosing her midriff. Her breasts were lifted by the corset's half-cups, leaving her nipples bare. To the corset's suspenders were clipped very sheer black nylons. She seemed taller now, Rob couldn't see her feet but imagined she had changed into very high heels. No knickers either and the lips of her pussy were clearly visible. On her arms she wore long black PVC gloves.

Both women had their faces dramatically made up. Their eyebrows were darkened, they wore smoky eye shadow. There was a dark blush on both women's cheekbones, it could have been makeup or excitement. Marion still wore her scarlet lipstick, Jenny's lips were now a very dark plum. Altogether, their faces had quite a sinister look.

Rob felt himself hardening. Never would he have imagined these vixens would go to all this effort just for him.

"So, you like what you see, no doubt about that." Marion gestured to the bump now clearly visible at the front of his slinky skirt. "At the moment I'm not so interested in your dick, although we might do something with it later. What I wish to know now is what you can take in your arse. I will do some tests until I know where you are now, which gives us how much more training you will require. You understand, of course, you're here to get proper training. When I'm ready we'll discuss everything, fully and openly, face to face."

Jenny snapped her fingers. "Why are you making us wait? Off with your clothes and fast!" Her command was quite harsh compared to just the two of them, playing these games at home.

Rob took off his skirt and blouse, unsure what he could do except meek compliance. Jenny made a quick gesture. "Your knickers and bra, too." Rob stepped out of his knickers and slipped off his bra. He didn't take off his heels, the ankle strap would require bending over in front of the women. He stood before the two women, his cock fuller than usual, but thankfully not erect, in only waist-cincher, stockings and heels.

"Good girl." Jenny's tone wasn't quite as harsh. "I know you aren't familiar with a procedure like this so I'll guide you through it. Every girl has her first examination, it's part of becoming a woman. Sit in the chair. Just relax, dear, everything will go just fine." As soon as Rob was seated she guided his feet up to rest in the stirrups. He noticed she took care to hook his heels into them. His black stockings and girdle accentuated his cock, which was becoming more erect. Must be the tension, Rob thought to himself, his hands gripping the arms of the chair as though he was facing a dentist.

Marion handed Jenny a set of leather cuffs which quickly went around his wrists. The clips were snapped to rings on the chair's arm. Wider cuffs secured his elbows to the chair. Cuffs wrapped around his calves and the stirrups.

Marion held up a wide, canvas belt. Jenny threaded it through openings in the back of the chair and round his chest, cinching three buckles tight behind him. Rob could not move his body, arms or legs. The belt was so tight over his diaphragm he could not take a deep breath. Working together, Jenny and Marion tilted the back of the chair down, moving Rob to a more reclined position. They each raised a stirrup, then spread them.

Marion paused, a finger tracing a circle on the inside of his knee. "Why are you here, slave?"

Rob was confused. In a game, there might be punishment for a wrong answer. He decided to be honest. "Mistress, I don't know what answer I should give to your question."

She patted his knee as though to reassure him. "It's an expectation for a more advanced submissive, but we know you can think on your feet. There isn't a standard answer you always give. You speak to the game and your role in it. You answer what you're doing in the scenario. You must always be ready to answer the question in a way to please your mistress." Rob had a shock of excitement when her fingers traced their way from his knee to much further up the inside of his leg. "Why are you here, slave?"

The repeated question surprised him. He quickly thought. "Mistress, I am here for training."

She smiled and nodded. "Well done. Now we have you comfortable, Roberta, let me just step out to get one more thing before we begin. Jenny, if you would come with me please?" Marion led Jenny out into the hall. Rob wasn't feeling comfortable at all. His cock was clearly exposed and shrinking. He was already feeling the chill and feeling a bit humiliated. He could hear the murmur of the voices, in a quiet discussion. That the women had to talk without his overhearing made him nervous.

"Are you still okay in there Roberta?" Marion's voice came to him from out of sight.

"To be honest, it's not so comfortable," Rob replied.

"Be patient dear, we're almost ready for you." This time it was Jenny's voice.

In a moment they walked in the room again. It was Marion who took charge now. "Okay, let us begin. In the upper drawer, Jenny, you will find a set of dildos, from small to large. Please lay out the full set."

"Of course." Jenny struck Rob as a bit over-eager.

Marion slipped a center panel out of the seat of the chair, leaving him completely accessible. She took a tube down from a shelf. She lubricated the fingers of her right glove. Reaching down, she applied some lube around Rob's anus.

Marion's gloved middle finger moved in soft circles around his rectum then gently pushed it in when she found the center. "This feels okay? I imagine you might even find it pleasant. Try to relax, things will go just fine and we'll all benefit." Her finger flexed, giving him erotic sensations. She withdrew her one finger, added some lube then pushed in two. Rob moaned and shift his hips.

"Be a good girl, I have to grease you properly before I start with the dildos." Marion gave Rob a quick smile, he couldn't decide if it was reassuring or condescending.

In the meantime Jenny was holding up a dildo so Rob was sure to see her coating it with lube. At least, he thought, it was not very large.

Marion withdrew her two fingers. "Okay. This should go smoothly. The first one, please?"

Jenny handed over the dildo she'd been lubricating. Marion pushed the head against his arse. It went in smoothly, it was pretty easy for Rob to take. Marion worked it slowly in and out a few times. Jenny made sure he saw the next one she picked up was a bit thicker. Marion slowly buggered him for a moment before removing it and asking for the next one.

The second quickly changed hands and disappeared from his view between his legs. He soon felt the pressure of the head spreading him. Marion pushed firmly, but wasn't rough. After sensing some resistance, Marion smeared some more lube on the dildo and his entrance and, slowly, pushed again. Marion took her time, easing the dildo in just a short distance at a time, giving him time to adjust before pressing in again. Rob groaned and gave a cry when the dildo suddenly moved in, passing the inner barrier, penetrating further more easily. Very gently, inch by inch, Marion invaded him, withdrew the dildo then and pushed it back again.

Jenny in the meantime had taken his cock in her lubed hands. She stroked softly, intending only to make the dildo a bit easier to endure. Marion was pushing the dildo very firmly. He felt the base pressing against him, she was making sure he understood the dildo was all the way in. She pulled it back out and repeated a few slow, deep strokes. Rob was shaken by the confusing and intense mix of sensations, pleasure mixed with discomfort, submission and humiliation. He felt rather like a woman getting fucked; it seemed an exercise in forced feminization. His cock was rock-hard and he moaned.

Jenny stopped stroking him when Marion gave her a quick look. "We can't have you coming yet. Later, perhaps, if you please us enough, but for now it's better we keep you aroused."

"It felt pretty good, but I know it's my limit, I can't take any larger dildo." Rob was mindful it was only the second dildo of the five sizes set out. "I won't let you go any bigger."

"Let me?" Marion repeated what he said with slow emphasis. "You aren't in a position to stop me from doing as I please, are you?" Rob suddenly realized she was a truly dominant woman, who just might do as she wished. She hadn't bound him to the chair just to give him the experience. "Still, trust is important. We won't yet do things you really don't want. We'll continue with our next point in the examination."

Jenny took a small tray from a shelf and held it out for Marion. Marion lifted a small clamp, stainless steel and nasty looking.

"Nothing to fear, Rob." She ran her finger across the clamp, pointing as she described its features. "It has some rubber on the inside and, here, a screw stops the pressure from the spring. Let's just see what you can take." She clamped his left nipple. Slowly turning the screw, she raised the pressure from the clamp

Rob was quickly writhing. "Ah, ah, ah! No! Take it off!" He tensed up, pushing with arms and legs against his restraints.

Nothing Marion did showed she was surprised by both his extreme response and the strength he displayed. She took the clamp back off, turning the screw just as slowly. "Was it too painful? We'll work on that. But surely you can bear this." Pinching a fold of skin just under his right nipple, she put the clamp there.

Rob found the new location much less painful and didn't comment.

Marion made an approving nod. "I thought so. This is better? Maybe even a little pleasure, a little stimulation?"

She took a second clamp from the tray and put it in the same spot, under his left nipple. "I can put so many of these on you, even on your scrotum. It may sting, but you'll also feel pleasure. What we do is all about the mix of pain and pleasure. It's a pity you can't have your nipples clamped yet, we'll work on it. It's all a matter of practice."

Marion eased out the dildo Rob had forgotten with the clamping. She removed the clamps, sat his chair upright and started to release him. Briefly, his nipples stung, then the sensation passed.

Once free, Rob sighed in relief, which made him realize how much his breathing had been limited by the leather belt. The two women were looking at him expectantly. It seemed they want to hear his reaction. "I'm happy to have it end. But I do confess it was stimulating. It is erotic, what you just did to me."

Marion grinned. "First complaining at what we do, then disappointed when it's over?"

"Typical Roberta. As I told you, she can be a sissy." Rob's ears burned but he said nothing. Jenny knew he didn't like to be called a sissy. "This girl will show us better behavior in the future. She needs to learn, that's all." Jenny set the tray of clamps down, Rob saw it held a dozen or so.

"Fully dressed, please, even your bra." Marion gestured to his clothes. "Whenever you are in this house you shall wear only female attire, fully dressed at all times, even when we aren't in a game. You'll wear your silly male clothing only when we go out of the house. We may find, occasionally, another reason to permit you male clothing. In the future, we'd like to take you out with us in public as a woman, properly dressed for the occasion."

Rob did not like the idea of appearing in public, but said nothing. They watched as he quickly dressed.

Marion gestured out the door. "Right. Come ladies, follow me please." They left the examining room and went back to the lounge.

Chapter 3

Practically before they were seated, Marion took charge of the conversation. "Roberta, I must tell you something you may have suspected. Jenny and I are not just ordinary friends; in the past, before you and Jenny met, we were lovers. We had quite a passionate affair. We've known each other since she was in University. As you may remember, those days were not as open-minded; women had to be respectable. Jenny married you, I married a family doctor."

She was silent for a few seconds. "Who died a year ago in a car accident. John was my soul mate, my best friend. But sexually I always wanted more. Oh, I had a great time with John, but I had needs he couldn't meet, not even when dressed as a woman for my benefit. You were so kind, Roberta, encouraging Jenny to spent a week or two with me, several times in the year after the funeral. She really helped me to adjust. It was natural we should resume our sexual relationship. We didn't want to hurt your feelings so we didn't tell you. But we came to a point we wanted still more. There was solution before us, to take the best of both worlds."

Jenny had been watching Rob to see his reaction to Marion's words. She was relieved he didn't seem angry. "Rob, dear husband, for the moment you are Rob again, because this is very serious. I love you but I also love Marion and to be honest I don't want to lose either of my two loves. I hope we can come to an arrangement. We've talked this over. I've told Marion everything about our marriage, even the most intimate things, She wasn't surprised to see you in women's clothing this evening, she was expecting it. It's your relationship with me, Rob, offering a solution which can be very satisfying for three of us."

Marion took over again. "Rob, financially I am quite comfortable, as you can tell by the house. My parents left me a substantial portfolio of investments. Years of simply leaving the stocks in place has made me, well, not quite rich. My late husband earned a very good living, I inherited his assets. I have no worries about money, I have more than needed for the rest of my life, even if I spend on luxuries. I bought this house with money taken from my bank accounts, for example.

"Jenny tells me you like your job well enough, but it may be time for you to move on to something else, a new lifestyle. I don't want to rush you, but think it over when you are at home, at your work, whenever you have a minute this coming week."

She paused until his eyes met hers. "Here is my proposition for you: you and Jenny move here, to my place, to live with me.

"When you stayed the night when Jenny visited, I watched you more than you realize. Even then, long before Jenny and I discussed this idea, before I knew you already liked to cross-dress, you struck me as a candidate for a relationship like this. You were quick to serve us, you were obedient to not only your wife but me me as well. Since then, Jenny has told me more, convincing me we can make a success of it. When you accept we will sign a legal agreement stating after five years living with me as intimate friends and partners, you'll be the rightful part-owners of this mansion, living with me."

She gave him a smile. "I expect some indulgence from you. We can't have you jealous when Jenny and I make love. For that matter, Jenny, nor from you when Roberta and I make love, nor I when the two of you make love. For girls like us it can be more difficult than for men, but Jenny and I have discussed this. I think we have a good solution."

Marion could see Rob had something to say. She stopped speaking, giving him an encouraging nod. "This is a big surprise for me. Jenny, are you sure you want to go on with this?"

"Oh, yes, I'm sure. It isn't I was bored with you, but I always had the feeling I was missing something. When Marion and I met again, it was as if I was fully alive again. But at the same time, dear Rob, I don't want to lose you. Therefore I say yes, whole-heartedly."

Marion continued. "There is more Rob, which concerns you in particular. I am bisexual and I am also a dominatrix.

"You have seen the examination room, but it's nothing compared to my room in the basement. I used to dominate my husband, he asked me for it. I always had it in me and it came out easily when he raised the idea. I never knew what fun it could be. We played many games.

"Jenny told me about your dressing up. You are willing to be penetrated anally and you even like to be spanked now and then. You have limited experience with these things. Jenny still has a lot to learn. I can teach both of you. It's clear you will fit well into the role of a submissive male in our house. You shall be a woman at all times. Should we go shopping, out for a meal, visit someplace, then I might allow you to dress your male clothing again.

"So far, so good?"

Rob's head was spinning. It was all too much. "What do you mean be a woman at all times?"

"I prefer Roberta over Rob. I expect it will bring out your softer side." Marion seemed to be imposing "Roberta" on him, Jenny had never bothered with a feminine name when they played together. "Having you as a woman appeal to my bisexuality.

"By the way, when you agree and you quit your job, you won't hang about here doing nothing the entire day. You will of course make yourself useful, as a good submissive does. Just the things women always do: cleaning, cooking, making up beds, doing our laundry, a few other things. Hmm, it would be nice to see you outside in your high heels hanging up the laundry. Oh, yes, we'll have to see that."

Marion continued too quickly for Rob to object. "I expect we'll have you in a maid's uniform much of the time. We'll have friends visit us from time to time. Don't worry, before they arrive they will understand I have a new maid, a very special maidservant. My friends are broadminded, no problem there.

"So, Rob, what do you think?"

Rob hesitated. He decided not to object to being seen in feminine clothing, but was determined he would object at the right time. "I have the impression there is more. You mentioned being a dominatrix. You examined my arse. Perhaps it was for putting ponytails in so you can make use of me as a pony?"

"Oh, nice idea." Marion looked pleased. "You're quite right, there is a very important part I haven't gotten to yet, let's touch on it now. Listen, this is very important. You are a beginner in BDSM. With training you can advance, learn to better fit my needs as you learn to like more things, even more challenging things. Anyone can. Well, at least to enjoy the benefits of building your tolerance. You might stay as you are now, it doesn't matter; everybody has their limits. But at least twice a month we shall spend a weekend in the basement doing games. It won't be the only thing we do all weekend, of course we'll eat and drink and do all normal things other people do.

"But you must join us in our games. I will teach you, as I will also teach Jenny. Your role is clear, you are submissive. This I recognize in you, I see the evidence in your eyes. I think we'll get along fine with you in your role, Jenny and I in ours. Jenny is interested in being a sub as well as a mistress, a person we call a switch." She gave him a broad smile. "We'll have such fun.

"Here is the central rule: Out of each month, two weekends will be spent playing our game in the dungeon. You may decide if you want to play or not play the first weekend. If not, the next weekend you can decide not to play again, but if you decide against a second time the next two weekends must both be games. Clear?"

Rob nodded. This detail was clear but he also wonder what else she was not saying. One long game all weekend?

"I am very serious about this. If you're not going to play with us two weekends out of four, it's over. No matter how sorry we all feel, no matter what grief is causes us, if you fail to do this you must leave the house and go back to your own place in town. The next weekend you may request a return, humbly apologize as soon as you arrive, without hesitation. If I accept your apology we will go immediately to play, making up for lost time. You only get one chance, if it happens a second time again then the entire arrangement is ended. How you act, what you decide, may change your relationship with me, perhaps your relationship with Jenny as well. I should regret it very much, because I believe we can have such a good time, an exciting time, with the three of us. Lots of fun and I dare say great sexual satisfaction.

"And, not to be overlooked, a life full of love. You get the love of two women. In return you simply honor and satisfy them. I really wouldn't hesitate to say yes were I in your shoes."

"I get this weekend to think this all over?"

Marion nodded. "And a week or two beyond that, if necessary. But I expect the decision will be easy for you."

Rob turned to Jenny. "How do you feel about this? Have you made up your mind yet?"

Marion spoke before Jenny could respond. "Jenny has already agreed, but I feel she, too, should decide again after this weekend, just as you shall. Just before this weekend ends, we'll vote, anonymously. Only if we get 3 votes with 'yes' will we continue. If there is one 'no', we return next weekend, play again and before we part, we will vote again.

"If there still is no agreement after two weekends?" She shook her head. "I would then say agreement is out of reach."

"Decide on Sunday? I thought you said I have a week to think."

"As I just explained, you can have a week, if you wish. Rob, yes, I am a dominatrix, but you must understand what we do is love, it is mutual pleasure. I have enough love for two people. we'll play games together, no different from playing Scrabble."

Rob frowned. "I've never found Scrabble much fun."

"Nor I and this is my point. Sometimes, to please your friends, you play a game you don't enjoy so much. You might play because you enjoy those in the game with you." Marion gave him a smile. "Dressing up is also a part of many S&M games, requiring you to be more feminine. You already cross-dress, I think we can have fun trying more feminization, see how far we can take you."

Jenny held her hand out to Rob. "Please, Rob, I love both you and Marion so much. I am so hot thinking about all the three of us can do together. I've done my best to give you a glimpse of what the future could hold. I am wearing this outfit, carefully selected for your benefit, just to give you a look at what we can have. I want hot sex, I need hot sex. I want to get lost in pleasure each weekend and I want you to be a central part of our pleasures. Say yes, dear, please. You know I love you and I can't go along with Marion if you won't join us."

"Okay after this weekend you can decide." When Marion jumped in, Rob had the impression there might have been more Jenny wanted to say. "We have tonight, tomorrow and Sunday, both for you to learn and decide and for all of us to enjoy.

"Which brings us to the games. Roberta, I fully expect you'll come to love what happens in the game. You'll come to love where we take you. Not everything will be sweet or pleasant, not at first at least, but we've our reasons for everything we do. After a session Jenny and I need you to please us, you will learn the joy you get from our pleasure. At the right time you may have your pleasure as well.

"We use safe-words of course. We will use more than one as we get started, giving you options to help you learn to tolerate what we do.

"The main safe word is red, which calls for a break of no more than four hours. You really won't need much time to get to your senses, think of it as a time to stop and think through what you want to do, to please your mistress. If we happen to have you gagged, then you nod three times to indicate 'red.'

"Your second word, more serious, is black. Should you say black during a session, the session ends and the weekend is immediately over. You pack your things and go home. Only after you are home, you may contact me and say white, the opposite of black. If there is still time enough, you may return here to finish the game. If not, you're to stay home the entire week and come back the following Friday."

Rob was having a difficult time keeping up with these details. "So, if I say red you must stop? You will not continue until I say so?"

"Yes, the session resumes from the point we stopped. If the session is to give you twenty strokes with a paddle, at ten you call red, when we resume you'll receive the other ten strokes.

"In addition to the five sessions which are the minimum for a weekend of play, of course you'll earn extra sessions. You shall do your chores during the week, there are sessions for not doing your chores well. Many other things can earn you an extra session. If you do something Jenny or I dislike, you get an extra session. When you do your best and we are especially impressed, we may on rare occasions allow you to make a session disappear."

She paused, thinking. "Ah, I almost forgot. We must also have a free play session each weekend. Each and every weekend, no exception. Its purpose is to keep our senses sharp. Our free session has also the safe word, red, which can be used only once. This session is different because we can make use of anything we can think of, within reason. If Jenny decides to use a strap-on to peg you, this is the moment. If I wish to be fucked or I want oral service from you, it will happen. Many other things as well, we shall be inventive."

Jenny showed her enthusiasm again. "The good thing, Rob, is you decide when we start the free play. It can be really nice. It all depends on the mood we're in."

"It sounds like Marion doesn't have to convince you at all when I hear you talk so. I still feel a bit reluctant, you having already decided I shall always be the sub."

"No, it will be me sometimes, especially in the free session. I want that experience too. Over time I shall experience everything you experience, I promise you. It will be so much fun, at the thought alone I can feel I'm getting wet. Let's go do a game now, don't be such a sissy."

Rob managed to resist, again, responding to being called a sissy. He'd speak to Jenny later. He turned to Marion. "Okay, what does the game this weekend entail?"

"Good, let the games begin." The look of triumph on Marion's face left Rob wondering what he'd just conceded. "One more thing, from this moment it is no longer Marion or Jenny, you shall honor us with terms of respect: Mistress Marion and Mistress Jenny. You are now Roberta until Sunday evening. Only black will stop that and everything else. Understood?"

"Yes Mistress Marion, I understand."

"Roberta, straighten your stockings, the seams aren't straight. This is a warning out of kindness, the next time you will most certainly have an extra session." The game was underway.

Rob rose from his chair and rearranged his stockings. Marion saw he had done this many times before. She smiled, thinking of the fun she and Jenny will be having with such a soft fellow.

Marion took two packs of playing cards from a drawer. She spread one of the decks, face down, on the table.

"What we do in each session is drawn at random, from these cards. Each Friday evening, the weekend begins with you pulling the cards defining the weekend. The cards ceremony is the official start of a game. The first cards you draw tell us what will happen. The other deck is drawn for the number, varying from five to twelve. In some cases there is a maximum stated on the session card. Should you pull a number higher than the number on the session card, the session card rules. This is of course to familiarize you with the game. As you gain experience, I'll raise the numbers on the number cards. I can also raise the limits on the session cards, later even have no limits. For now we prefer session limits."

"Pick five cards, Roberta." Marion gestured at the cards spread before him.

With some hesitation Rob picked out five cards.

"Lay them out, but don't show them yet." Marion spread the other deck in a line paralleling the first. "Now, from the other deck, the numbers. Turn them up so we can see them."

Rob turned the first card face up and saw she had written on it with a marker. He read them out as he turned them up. "Five, ten, five, joker with five, ten."

"The joker can be used for a one time switch, but you won't always be so lucky to get a joker. There are only two jokers in the deck. Now put a numbered card beside each session card. As you do, read aloud the session card and the number." Marion spoke in a commanding voice. She didn't want him to stop now. It was important for him to go all the way through the cards ceremony, essentially committing to the session.

Rob turned the cards one after another and read out aloud the instrument and the number: "Cat 'o nine tails, five; bull whip, ten; paddle, five, flogger, joker; penis flogger, ten. The number on the bull whip card is two, so I presume two is the real number. I want to change the joker card flogger with the penis flogger card. So I'm looking at ten flogger and five penis flogger."

"Well done," Marion said. "These are our five sessions, we start tomorrow morning at ten sharp.

"We must decide when we do the free session, I suggest between the normal sessions. Let's do three sessions plus the free session Saturday; Sunday afternoon we'll receive some of my friends. No, no." She gestured to stop him as he tried to object. "Don't worry about it, I'll fill you in on your role when the time comes. Sunday morning I want to teach Jenny a few tricks, of course you must participate. We have a busy weekend before us."

She rose. "Now I want to show you the dungeon. Come with me."

Chapter 4

Rob followed Marion and Jenny across the entry hall. He saw Jenny's familiar hips swinging and felt his prick stiffening again. Oh no, he thought to himself, and looked away.

Jenny glanced back and noticed. "I see you can't keep your eyes to yourself Roberta! Also, your seams are not straight enough to please me. May I propose another two sessions, Marion?"

"But of course Jenny, if this maid is not suitable obedient she must be corrected. What made your clit stand out, Roberta?"

"Umm, sorry Marion -- the two of you were right in front of me and you have such lovely legs."

"Another session; that makes three." Marion paused after opening the door to the stair down to give him a severe look. "When you speak to Jenny or I it must be Mistress Jenny or Mistress Marion."

They descended the stair into a short hallway. Marion gestured to the door on her left. "We have a changing room, toilet and shower here for any inconveniences and also we can freshen up between or after sessions."

She led them through the door straight ahead, switching on the light. Rob was amazed when he entered the room. What might have been an ordinary cellar had been transformed into a room looking in some ways like a recreation room, in others like a gym. The space was around thirty feet deep and twenty wide. Dark green curtains of heavy fabric concealed most of the walls. At the far corner of the room was a pair of benches for seating, with several small tables. Between the benches a table held glasses and bottles, below the table stood a small refrigerator.

Mounted to the wall on the left, nearest the benches, was a round wooden wheel with hand- and foot cuffs and some belts in the middle. It looked like it could be rotated, turning the victim upside down. Beyond the wheel, several low, open shelves held all manner of whips and paddles. There were also things what only could be described as surgical instruments or instruments of torture, devices Rob had never seen before and could imagine being found only in an S&M chamber like this one.

Near him to the right was some sort of wooden grid, with cuffs and a hook holding ropes. Beside to the rack was a standing pillory, with holes for restraining head and hands. It was far enough away from the wall the victim could be locked either facing the wall or facing the room. Rob thought it didn't looked very inviting. An X-shaped cross was suspended from the overhead near the center of the wall across from the entrance.

In the center was a leather-covered bench, about three feet high. Beside each of its four short legs he could see rings in the floor.

Ropes and chains hung from the overhead at various points. Pulleys ran on a rail overhead. Rob thought they were to move equipment, then realized everything suited to lift heavy gear could be equally used on an immobilized person.

On the left, just beside the door where they entered were two cages made of thick bars, widely spaced. One was about two feet tall and wide and no much more in length. Its top was leather-covered with a hole where a seated prisoner's head could be secured. The other cage was taller than a man, but so narrow the prisoner inside cage had to remain standing, exposed to every whim of his keeper.

Marion displayed a hint of a smile as she watched a quiet Rob looking the over room. She saw his gaze travel across the shelves.

"I don't like these instruments, they look too much like you're going to do surgery or something else equally bloody." Rob then remembered. "Mistress."

"Mostly decoration, setting the mood. The scalpel can be handy in an emergency situation, to free someone quickly." Marion tilted her head. "This is a very good moment to tell Mistress Jenny and I: is there something absolutely forbidden to use on you?"

Rob took a moment to gather his thoughts. "First of all: no needles; ever. I hate them. I can't stand the sight of blood. So, when you whip me, I don't want to see blood afterwards. Absolutely no fire. I have never tried candle wax, except by accident; I imagine I can handle it.

"Also, I'm extremely sensitive on my balls. I have been hit in the balls, at school on the sporting field. I passed out completely. So no, uh, ball-busting or whatever you wish to call it. Call me soft, call me a sissy if you like, but I like soft S&M, role-play and such, nothing too harsh."

Rob paused again, hesitant. "One more thing I guess I should say. I saw in a video clip, the mistress slapping the sub on the face. I supposed I can dress as a maid and do chores, a bit of domination is okay, but absolutely no one will slap me in the face. I assure you, I have my pride, even when playing a feminine role. I just want you to know I will likely hit back, not even thinking, if you are a woman or not."

After these words there was a long silence.

"Well," Marion said, "Most of what you said I find agreeable, but slapping in the face? Aren't you being overly sensitive? You must understand slapping is often a natural part of a scene. I shall endeavor to avoid slapping you. You must remember, if it ever occurs, it's an oversight, a lapse of memory, so please don't hit me. Instead, remind me in a respectful way, more consistent with the fact we are playing."

"I won't make a fuss about one slap. Should you continue after I remind you, I'm likely to lose my temper."

"Mistress," Marion reminded him.

Rob nodded. "Lose my temper, Mistress." He repeated himself, not wanting his warning lost in her correction.

"Earlier this evening I mentioned we will be starting tomorrow morning at ten sharp, but you earned three more sessions in the past few minutes." Marion was a bit thrown off but determined not to look flustered. "We have time to do something tonight. We made such an effort to bring you to this opportunity for play, it's only fair you put in some effort in return. Roberta, let's get three quick sessions done tonight. After, we shall all go up to my bedroom where Mistress Jenny and I will fuck you until you can't produce another drop."

Rob looked at all the whips and things. He wasn't so sure anymore. After a long pause, the two ladies waiting in anticipation, he decided he was either going to try it now or go home now. He tried to make his voice firm and confident. "Okay, I guess there must be a first time. Let's play games, please, Mistress Marion and Mistress Jenny."

"Over there on the shelf I have another two decks, you know what to do." Marion gestured to the very shelves holding the things making Rob uncomfortable.

Rob brought them over to the bench, shuffled the decks and pulled three cards from each. Then he turned the other cards and he read aloud the games: "ten paddle, five flogger and five cane." He didn't like the idea of a caning, but he had agreed and wouldn't try to get out of it.

"Can I administer the caning?" Jenny asked eagerly. "I've never tried that in a game with him."

"If Roberta agrees it's fine with me, but you must be careful, it gives quite a sting. You must take care not to swing too much." Marion turned back to Rob. "Roberta, remove your knickers now, I want to see your naked butt again. So white, so smooth, but I'll change that in a few moments. Return the cards to the shelf, then come back and lay over the bench here in the center. We'll help you get comfortable."

Rob removed his fancy knickers, suddenly reminded Marion had just bought them for him. With mixed feelings he walked to the shelf, leaving the knickers beside the cards. Walking back to the bench he was very aware of the sensation of walking in a skirt, without his knickers. He lay over the bench, his hands falling near cuffs on the floor. Marion fastened the cuffs to his wrists then pulled the rope from the cuffs through the rings in the floor, putting a little tension on his arms. She repeated the procedure with his legs, carefully, she didn't want to ruin his expensive stockings.

"Next time it's better to come to our sessions without stocking, Roberta, but for now this will do." She unfastened the garter clips on the sides.

"Okay, I shall give you ten strokes with the paddle now."

Turning his head, Rob saw Marion lift a simple paddle from a shelf; about the size of a Ping-Pong bat. She walked back to the bench and disappeared out of his vision. He felt his skirt being slid up onto his back.

"Prepare for it!" After a pause, she gave the first swat on his right bum, then immediately a second on his left bum. Rob wriggled his butt.

"An instrument like this is ideal for a warm-up to start a session," Marion said, then continued paddling him. Sometimes there was a pause, the sequence was not always left and right. Rob was kept uncertain about when or where he the next blow would land.

Ten blows went quickly, not too painfully, then Marion was releasing Rob's feet and hands. He stood, wobbled a bit on his high heels, then recovered his balance.

Marion took a moment to look at his eyes, assessing him. "That went fine. Let's proceed, over to the St. Andrew's cross, Roberta."

Rob stood facing the large, X-shaped cross, Marion's voice came from just behind his ear. "First your hands Roberta. Reach far up, spread your hands and your legs." Rob did was he was asked, placing his feet wider than his shoulders. His stance was more awkward in the shoes, he wasn't used to such a heel height.

Marion attached his hands to the leather cuffs above him, again tightening his bonds to stretch his hands in the air as much as possible. Marion carefully attached cuffs around his ankles. He couldn't move at all. The only thing he still could move a little was his butt. It seemed to him everything about his was accessible except a bit of his arms and legs.

"I shall proceed with game number two. You will receive five strokes on your back." She stepped to the shelf Rob was facing, picking up a flogger.

Marion chose to use more force than a beginner should receive, she wanted to hear him moan. She was satisfied at the slight whimper she heard coming from his lips with the last strokes. "Are you okay, Roberta? I could hear you now and then."

"It's okay, I'll dealt with it." His temper up a bit, he chose not to add "mistress," but Marion didn't react.

"Okay, my turn." Apparently Jenny, behind him, had already found a cane. He heard her swishing it through the air.

Marion warned her again. "Careful Mistress Jenny."

"Yes Mistress Marion, I'll be gentle." Jenny presented the cane to his lips. "It is customary for you kiss this instrument."

"Mistress Jenny, one more thing before you begin, when you hit Roberta, make sure you hit one bum or both, but always keep the cane horizontal. The center of the cane hits, not the tip." Marion was anxious about Jenny's attitude.

With a swish the cane landed on Rob's right bum.

"Ah!" Rob said against his will. "This is not fun."

"It's not always fun in the instant." Rob thought he heard mockery in Jenny's voice. "Some things you do for the pleasure of your mistresses. Some things you take as punishment; I must still punish you for not telling me about the emails, remember?" Without warning she put the second stroke on his left bum.

Rob wiggled his bum, tried to shift his position. "Keep still," Jenny hissed. She gave the third and fourth stroke in rapid succession.

"Now the last one." Jenny moved the cane back. Marion could see she had been shifting further away, each hit was further out to the tip of the cane. She said nothing, deciding to let Jenny learn a lesson. As she swung the cane, Rob tried to escape this final blow. He knew she wouldn't hold back now, He shifted his hips to move away from Jenny, trying to lessen the blow. As a result the tip of the cane hit his balls.

Rob gave a shriek and then collapsed, passing out from the pain. He hung, limp, held up only by the cuffs on his wrists. Marion quickly stepped before him and gave a slap to his cheek. "Wake up Rob."

A few second passed, then Rob moved his head. He took a ragged breath, then a deeper one. Slowly he moved his head upright, then opened his eyes. He felt the pain again rising from his balls to his stomach. He felt sudden nausea and thought he might vomit.

Jenny had released his ankles. She reached to release his hands.

"Wait." Marion quickly stepped behind him. "Not until I have him." Rob was surprised at her strength as she supported him. "Okay, now release him."

Jenny loosened the rope holding up his leather handcuffs.

Rob stood, dizzy, but his hands quickly moving between his legs to cup his painful balls. His anger rose: "You crazy bitches! Trust, my ass! I cannot trust you. Jenny, you stay here, I'll go find a doctor and to hell with you both. I've had enough." Leaning against the whipping bench, he unstrapped his high heels, throwing them toward the back wall as he left. Jenny and Marion could hear his loud footsteps going up the stair.

He went to the room with their belongings, fetched his pants and a shirt, put his shoes on, got his keys and went downstairs.

Marion stood waiting for him in the hall. She had quickly put on a coat and normal shoes.

"I'm so sorry Rob, I feared something like that would happen. Jenny is still inexperienced; she simply made an error. Please let me drive you, you're in no condition at the moment."

Rob had to admit she was probably right, he handed over his keys. "You drive, I don't even know a doctor around here." He strode out the front door.

"Rob, please wait, I'm so sorry!" Jenny, had just come up from the basement dungeon, still dressed in her dominatrix outfit.

Rob went out the door without responding.

Marion drove the car to the practice of a doctor she knew well. Rob recognized the place, it was the house Marion had lived in with her husband. Marion walked to the door and rang the doorbell.

The door opened and a woman was standing in the light. The two women spoke for a moment, then Marion turned to Rob and gestured for him to come in.

The doctor greeted Rob as he entered the house with a sour face. "Good evening, I'm Doctor Kim Nelson. Marion here tells me you had a painful accident. Please come with me." She led him to her examining room. Marion stayed behind, seated on a bench in the hall.

Doctor Nelson invited Rob to take off his pants after Rob told her what had happened.

He realize he still wore his waist-cincher and stockings, but the doctor had no reaction. She helped him up onto the examining table, then helped him lay down on the table.

She looked at his balls, now, dark, in some places purple and red. She said "I know it's extremely painful. Like you most men are quite severely affected by even a mild trauma to their testicles. I can give you pills to dull the pain and you cannot drive yourself whilst you're taking them. I suggest no sex for a couple of days, even for a week. The best thing to do is to take some rest."

"Nice legs, by the way." She gave him a wink.

"I suppose you heard from Marion, it was a game got out of hand."

She smiled. "Out of hand, perhaps, but I know Marion quite well. I'm confident it was an accident. You must forgive her."

"I may forgive, but this has been my last session with her."

He thanked Doctor Nelson and wrote out his address so she could send a bill.

Back in the Doctor's reception room, he stopped before Marion, who looked up expectantly. He said nothing so she rose. He didn't move, just stood looking her in the eyes for a moment before speaking. "Black. Right now my attitude is never again, Marion. I hope you can imagine how I feel. Please drive back to your place and then I'll take over and drive myself home. I'm leaving tonight. You can keep Jenny."

"Oh, Rob, please don't leave. Someone should tend you. I'll be worried about you if you drive yourself. Come back to my house so we can nurse you. Tomorrow I'm sure you'll feel much better, we might proceed as planned."

"It's your rule. 'Black.' Now I must drive home before the black can be changed.. Absolutely nothing but rest for me for this weekend. I was afraid it might get out of hand and it happened. Clearly I won't be considering your offer of living with you."

Marion said nothing more, she knew nothing she could say would improve Rob's mood. In silence she drove back to her house. On arriving, she handed him the keys.

"Please drive carefully Rob, I'll be thinking of you. Here, let me give you a kiss."

Rob turned away, fending her off with a raised hand. "I don't see why." He quickly got the car moving away from her house.

Chapter 5

"How was your weekend Rob?" Holly asked as he arrived at his office Monday morning.

"Don't ask. Awful. Awfully complicated."

"Poor you." Holly returned to her work.

He took a peek at his spam folder and saw an email from Marion, sent Sunday afternoon. The same address as last week, but this time she gave her name below the text.

"My dearest lover (I have permission from Jenny to address you this way),

"Please accept my deep and heartfelt apology. I should have known better than to give Jenny a free hand to cane you. She is still inexperienced and I can never forgive myself that I didn't have her do the paddling then cane you myself. People can get carried away in this type of game, you must be very sure of yourself and have a clear head.

"Rob, Jenny spent the weekend crying. We canceled the guests and we just sat around, feeling very badly for you and for ourselves as well. We know you had a bad weekend. We felt so guilty. I hope you will come back so we can talk about it face to face.

"Marion

"XXX."

Rob clicked to reply. "You've spent but a few hours with me. If anyone can become your dearest lover in such a short time, it says something is wrong about you." His fingers pounded on the keyboard as he added more vitriol. He spent five minutes looking at the e-mail, changing the wording here and there. Then he deleted the entire thing, without sending.

The next day he looked again in his spam folder.

"Dearest, your pain should be gone by now. I want you to think of the pain Jenny and I are still suffering right now, without you.

Love, Marion."

Rob felt a bit guilty after reading it.

When he got home, there was a package outside the door. Inside were a beautiful, long lavender-colored nightgown and a matching, sheer negligee, both with lace in all the right places.

It was a lovely gift, very much to his tastes. Prompted by the gift, he picked up the phone.

"Hello Marion, it's Rob. I just opened your present and I think it's beautiful. I want to tell you and Jenny I'll come visit you next Friday or even Thursday evening if you like."

"Oh, Rob, this is such good news. We're so happy you will return."

"I didn't say return, exactly. I'll come back to see you, we must talk."

"Okay. Well, please join us on Thursday evening, we have so much to discuss."

The following morning, Wednesday, Rob took Marion's e-mail address out of his spam filter.

At noon Wednesday, out for lunch, Rob had an impulse and walked to Carmen's shop, thinking he would buy a small gift of lingerie for Jenny. By the time he reached her door, he had something else in mind.

Carmen turned toward the door when the little bell rang as he opened the door. "Good afternoon sir, how can I help you?" The expression on her face changed when she recognized him. "Oh, it's you! Did you have an issue with the items, Mr. Graham?"

"No, it was all terrific, I'm grateful to you for putting up with my not understanding the circumstances."

"It's a small misunderstanding, don't worry about it."

"Jenny called you last weekend, I imagine? There were some complications, Marion's plans had to be postponed."

Carmen nodded.

"You're coming to the party Saturday at Marion's, I expect?"

"Oh, yes. I'm looking forward to it, should be good fun."

"Did Jenny tell you all we have planned?" He winked. "Should be quite good, eh?"

"I don't have details, but I have every reason to expect your performance will be a bit erotic. I'm enjoying even imagining what it may. I expect I'll have an opportunity to participate, but I don't yet know how. I'm feeling a shiver at the thought you could be required to service me." She made no effort to conceal the lust in her eyes.

Rob shrugged. "You already know more than me. I expected something of the like was planned; now you've confirmed."

Carmen was startled. "I thought you knew."

"Look, it doesn't matter. They won't be forcing me to do these things. I think I'd enjoy making you scream with delight. It's a pity we both have work to do at the moment." He turned back the the door. "See you on the weekend."

Rob drove home thinking how confident Marion must have been, to present to him this odd arrangement Friday night with invitations already out for a party Sunday afternoon. This coming weekend she was repeating despite seeing setbacks. While driving, he thought about bringing gifts for Jenny and Marion. He couldn't decide what would be suitable. Not quite home, suddenly he knew just the thing. He remembered seeing it online, a ball parachute, a leather ring snapped on to cover just the balls, like a little skirt. He was thinking the leather layer might also give his balls a little protection. The usual purpose was to hang a weight from it. No doubt Jenny and Marion could also use it for making things uncomfortable for him by using weights, but they had promised such things would be done in consultation with him, he expected the pain would be bearable.

He thought about how they might treat him. It was certain they would make him pay for being rude, but he figured he could deal with it. He shrugged. It would test of how hard they might be on him later on, a useful early warning before he gets too far into the proposed full-time relationship.

Saturday, the party where he would be serving all the women was in his mind as well. He expected Jenny and Marion would sort out what he should wear. Needing an outfit for the party might give an excuse to go out shopping for a few hours Friday. Shopping would also keep him out of the way of his mistresses' punishments for a while.

Rob went to a sex shop not far out of his way to buy his ball protector. He asked the shop clerk to wrap the parachute and accompanying weights, as a gift for his wife.

He'd been told to plan for dinner in a restaurant upon his arrival Thursday evening. He expected they might well tease him even during the meal and thought of ways he might return the favor. He saw vibrating eggs with remote control. He bought two and smiled in anticipation. He would demonstrate the remote control only when the right time presented.

Thursday he left work just a little earlier than usual. He bought flowers and two bottles of good wine. These little gifts, he thought, could help make things better between Marion, Jenny and himself.

When he finished his shopping, he saw it was time to prepare for his journey. He went home to dress for the drive to Marion's.

After a bit struggling, he managed to get into his corset. He was accustomed to Jenny helping him cinch it up. He fastened his stockings to the suspenders and made sure the seams were straight. He wore normal male clothing over the lingerie. With the corset on, though, his male clothes didn't fit as well.

Rob arrived at Marion's house in the twilight. The front door opened, Jenny dashing out and Marion following at a more sedate pace. Jenny threw herself in his arms, kissing him repeatedly and babbling random apologies and excuses. "Rob, darling, my feelings toward you haven't changed; its just I want something different sometimes. To be honest, this evening all I want is your hard dick in me."

Marion appeared over Jenny's shoulder. "I want it too, Jenny tells me you're virile enough. But first, you recall you must apologize after you return if you wish to re-join our games."

Rob gave her a puzzled look.

"You said black, Rob. If you recall, you must speak a word, followed by a suitable apology now before you can return to playing with us."

Rob stifled his angry retort and remained silent. He reached back into the car and brought out the bouquet of flowers, handing them to Jenny. "I may as well give these to you before I go, they won't keep." He stepped back around the car to the driver's door.

"Well?" Marion made no effort to conceal her anger.

"Marion, I was struck and injured during our so-called play last weekend. it's you who persistently asked me to return. Had you not asked, repeatedly, I'd have simply waited for Jenny to come home to Oxford." He re-opened the door to the care, as if to get in. "Shall I go home and wait?"

"You won't try to give us an apology?"

He calmed his temper by looking past Marion to the trees in the distance, just visible in the twilight. He turned his eyes back to Marion. "I am sorry I left so hastily after I suffered an egregious and completely unnecessary injury during our first session together. I am willing to give it another try, with the warning we must all be more careful. Mind you, I'll be watching from now on. Even one recurrence makes it a trend. Once more and I am done."

Marion paused, primarily to make him wait as he had made her wait. She glanced to Jenny, who tilted her head. She turned back to Rob with a smile. "Apology accepted."

She moved briskly on to other subjects, almost as though the discussion had not taken place. "We have a busy evening before us. First we must have dinner in a fancy restaurant. I'm sure we'll have a great time. We must change our clothes to something more suitable for the occasion and then we'll leave."

She was turning to lead into the house when he interrupted. "Ah, just one moment. I have more gifts here, a little something for each of you. I want you each to be using yours when we're in the restaurant. To be frank, you slip this egg into your pussy, you leave the cord attached to it dangling out so you can retrieve it with no fuss. Each time you move, you'll feel a ball move inside the egg. The girl from the sex shop said some women sometimes climaxed right in the middle of the street. I hope you get some fun from it.

"I also bought a device to protect my balls a bit more. You mistresses can also hang a weight from it."

"Of course, a parachute, I should have thought of it myself." Marion studied him with cool eyes. "You give me confidence our idea is going to work. You are thinking, finding ways to make adjustments and accommodations. I appreciate it."

Now was a good a time, he thought, before Marion had fully recovered from his challenge. "You have a party planned for Saturday, I imagine you expect me to serve all of the women. I think it's appropriate for me to go get the right uniform, a maid's dress or something. Or have you anticipated and already have one in the wardrobe?"

Rob could see Marion's surprise, but she quickly recovered herself. "Don't worry about that. I have exactly what I want you to wear, as a matter of fact I have a menu prepared for Saturday as well."

He raised an eyebrow. "You extended your invitations before knowing whether I'd be here. Are you so well prepared because I am so predictable?"

Jenny linked her arm through his. "Dear, we all have a free will. Even now you needn't do anything. We're still in the phase of testing our feelings about each other, finding ways we can play together. Remember, it's a game for us all, intended to be enjoyed by all. Let's talk over dinner, I'm getting hungry."