The Agreement Ch. 03

The Agreement Chapter 3

Dear Tina,

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

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

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

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

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

Well, I have to go now.

Love Steve

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I was nervous as I opened the door.

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

"Um... come in."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Carol went on to tell her story.

Carol's Story

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Carol, why don't you ask Ron for a loan? I can't give you a loan without Ron's approval." Jill smiled at me, "I'm sure you and Ron can come to an Agreement."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My Agreement was for a year.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Carol, please. Talk to Ron and see what he can do for us. You're the mother of his children..." Jim was begging me. He was so pathetic. I was getting so mad at him.

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

"Carol, do what you must. This is our only chance." Yes, Jim already knew there would be a cost. Maybe he thought it would be just one or two times. But for an entire year. One weekend a month. No, Jim wouldn't have expected that.

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

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

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

"Hello, Ron."

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

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

I followed Ron into his house. Fuck Ron looked good. "Ron... can I have a drink?" I asked politely. I still wasn't sure how mad he was at me.

"Sure, water or a Coke?" Ron offered.

"Whiskey on the rocks, please."

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

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

"How about I give you Something fruity?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, back to my story.

There I was, lost in thought. I wanted to run. I just started guzzling my drink.

"Hello... earth to Carol."

"Oh, sorry, Ron."

"That bad?" Ron asked.

I remember looked at Ron and thinking, Fuck, can I do this? "Jim wants a restaurant. It's his dream." I blurted out.

"Start from the beginning, Carol."

I took a deep breath and asked for another drink."

"What are you, an alcoholic now? How did you finish that one already?"

"Ron... I have a favor to ask." It was now or never.

Ron just smiled at me as I continued. "Jim wants to open a restaurant. Now, before you say anything, Jim has a solid business plan. But he can't get a loan. Well, not for the amount that he is asking.

He plans to open a high-end fancy restaurant. A restaurant that a middle-class * family could enjoy and not break the bank on a night out."

This was good. Ron was giving it some thought. Maybe he wasn't pissed at me after all. Maybe, I wouldn't end up on my knees or in his bed. That's what was going through my head. Would Ron give us a loan? Would end up in his bed? Hell, I even shaved down there like Ron likes.

"Ron, Jim has people he has known and worked with for years. Jim plans on advertising for them. He'll tell his customers where his fresh fruits and vegetables come from. Same with his meat and bread. In return, he'll get a break on the cost."

"Sounds like a solid plan." Ron smiled at me. "Are you offering me a percentage ownership?"

Thinking to myself, I didn't think that was Jim's plan. "Not really," I told Ron.

"So, this is a negotiation." Ron looked at me. It was that look. That look I had seen many times before. The look that told me if I wanted anything from Ron, I would end up on my knees.

My grandfather was a car enthusiast, and I loved his '68 convertible Corvette. Ron found one for me. Ron had the car refurbished and painted red for me. It was my little red Corvette.

Ron dangled the key in front of me. "Crawl to me and beg," he said. Well, maybe it was me. I told Ron, 'Don't make me crawl to you and beg.' This prompted Ron to say, 'Crawl to me and beg.' So, the crawling was my fault.

But the point is, Ron loves when I suck his dick. I know most men do. But Ron will give in to me when his dick is in my mouth. He likes me on my knees. He wants to be in control. On my knees, I am submissive to Ron. In return, he will usually give me what I ask.

I once wanted a Jacuzzi on the deck off the master suite. To hold the weight of the Jacuzzi, the whole deck had to be rebuilt. Ron gave me my Jacuzzi and a sore throat that week.

Is this a negotiation? That's what Ron said as I just stared at him.

"Carol, are you okay?" Ron asked. No. I wasn't okay. I knew what was coming. Ron was gonna have me on my knees before we even got a penny from him. Oh, he looked so good. No! No! No! Bad Carol. I said to myself. But seeing Ron again... I knew I would give in to him.

"I want to see the kids more often or no loan," Ron said sternly.

I could not believe that was all Ron wanted. Ron was fucking other women and ruining marriages. I was hot as fuck. Two children and men still drool over me. Jill said it would cost me. Was I still not good enough for Ron? I was being turned down again.

"That's all you want!" I yelled at Ron. What the fuck was I thinking. I should have just kept my mouth shut.

"Okay, Ron. You can see the kids more often. They will love to see you more often. You're their father. You need to step up and be a dad."

"You're the one who always has plans when it's my weekend with the kids!" Ron was getting mad now.

I just looked at Ron and stood my ground. I was pissed that I still wasn't good enough for him. That's when I knew I needed therapy.

"That's a lot of money for nothing more than what time is already yours." I was pushing Ron. I wanted an Agreement at this point. I wanted a second chance to prove to Ron I could be just like Jill and that bitch.

"Hum. Okay, there is more," Ron said with a smile.

"Jill told me there would be," I said nervously. Maybe if I had kept my mouth shut, Ron would have been fine just seeing the kids more often. Was I the one who wanted more?

"One Saturday and Sunday a month, we spend together. You, me, and the kids." That was Ron's offer.

"What? I can't give you a whole weekend. And once a month? For how long?" Reality was kicking in.

Ron's eyes looked into my soul, "One year."

"Jim won't go for that," I told Ron.

"You're the one coming to me for a loan."

"And you expect me to stay overnight.... in your bed?" Of course he did.

"Technically, Carol, it's your bed too." Ron said, "We bought it together. Remember? It's custom-made with hidden hooks. And the footboard, when separated and reversed, becomes a pillory."

I started to get a tickle between my legs, thinking about that bed. Ron would have me standing, bent at the waist, and locking my wrists and neck in place. I was there for him. I was his play toy to do with as he pleased.

"So, you're expecting me to have sex with you? You plan on locking me up and torturing me, too?" Well, we already knew that answer. But I needed to hear Ron say it.

Ron just laughed at me. "I have a lot more toys than you remember. But the decision is yours to make."

"Don't you want to know how much money we want first?" I asked.

"The amount doesn't matter to me. I want you, no matter the cost."

Now it was my time to negotiate. I told Ron what I wanted in return, "I don't want a loan, Ron. I want a gift. You give Jim the money he wants. Free and clear or..." Ron stared at me with a raised eyebrow. "Or no deal," I said.

Fuck! Ron didn't think twice. "Deal," he said with a smile and continued. "Let me make a few edits, and I'll give you an Agreement, talk it over with Jim."

Talk it over with Jim. What was I going to say to him?

I read the damn Agreement, "yellow" as a warning word to request Ron to slow down, ease up, or change direction while continuing the session. I will use "red" to immediately end a scene or session.

Jim was waiting for me with a big smile when I got home. "So, what did Ron say?"

"Ron is happy for us. He gave us the money as a gift." That was all I said to Jim.

Call me a slut call me a whore. I don't care. It's my life to fuck up. I was Ron's fuck toy to do with as he pleased. That was the Agreement I signed. I had fallen in love with Ron... AGAIN!

Ron had gotten so much worse with his kinky shit. It used to be just playing and teasing me. An extra-extra-long foreplay session. Not now. Now he tortures me. The toys and "pleasure-sticks," that's right, Ron calls them pleasure-sticks. They may be packaged and marketed as a vibrating dildo that comes in assorted colors and sizes. Just playful sex toys, but they're not.

I'm sure Ron didn't buy any of his new toys from the Amazon Best Sellers List.

Ron also had his brother remodel his bedroom. The master suite was always huge. It had a separate sitting area, walk-in closets, and an incredible bathroom. Now it's different. There's a wall with a hidden door. It leads to an extension to the house.

The room has another entrance in the hallway. Both entrances are hidden doors. Hidden doors that lead to Ron's playroom.

His playroom has a bondage bench and a St. Anthony's cross. Various cuffs and bars with straps to spread your legs wide. He has other bars that come out of a metal collar with straps at the end to lock your hands away from interfering with his fun.

Ron has a hook and pulley system hanging from the vaulted ceiling. Whips and paddles hang from the wall. Ron isn't into the whips and paddles, at least not with me.

I spend my nights between Ron's playroom and his bed. I'm in my bedroom before sunrise, but not this particular morning. Six months into the Agreement, it was a Sunday morning. Ron and I had fallen asleep in Ron's bed. I should have been in my room in my bed before the kids woke up. But Ron wore me out, and I was in his bed still sleeping when the kids were looking for me to make pancakes.

At least my kids didn't find me with my legs spread wide and strapped to bedposts--or, worse, hanging from the ceiling.

Anyway, the kids let it slip to Jim that Mommy was sleeping with Daddy.

"Carol, don't tell me it will never happen again unless you mean it." That's what Jim said to me. I wish I could have had both Ron and Jim.

"Jim, I had to sign the agreement for you to get the money you needed for your restaurant," I begged Jim to understand that I did this for us. 'Carol, do what you must. This is our only chance.' That's what you said to me, Jim. You knew Ron would want something in return. Do you remember saying that, Jim?"

Jim filed for divorce. Jim called me a slut and a whore. He didn't make an offer to Ron. Maybe Ron would have let me out of the Agreement for a percentage ownership, or Jim could have offered to pay interest on the loan.

Neither one made an offer. It seems they both got what they wanted. Ron got me, and Jim got the money for his restaurant. Was it Jim's plan all along? I want to hope it wasn't.

Well fuck Jim and fuck Ron. As far as I was concerned, the Agreement was over. I know an Agreement for sex was probably illegal anyway.

So why am I still with Ron? Oh, it gets better.

When I divorced Ron, I kept my two cars, and Ron paid for the insurance. I also received Alimony, $200,000 a year, paid to me monthly, adjusted for inflation. Ron paid for child support, of course. Ron was generous, I will give him that. He promised to pay me alimony even if I did remarry. He even paid for my country club membership.

I had been supporting Jim with the alimony payments for Ron while he was working hard for the grand opening of his restaurant. Jim wanted me to sell my two cars. His attorney argues that Jim deserves half of everything, even half of my alimony.

Ron thought this was funny and wanted to hire Jim's attorney. Ron thought he had a creative imagination.

I remember whining like a baby. "Ron, am I going to lose my cars?" Not just any car. It was my Cadillac Escalade and my classic 1968 red Corvette. Ron offered to get me a minivan.

Jim kicked me and my kids out of his house, and we moved in with Ron.

I was back together with Ron in some form of a fucked-up relationship that is difficult to explain. Of course, I needed therapy, and years later, I still see a therapist. I gave up a perfectly good man to return to Ron, who has no interest in remarriage, at least no time soon. He was still seeing other women, like that bitch.

Jill would never stop seeing Ron either. But at least she has Carl and seems to love him. That bitch was another story. She's kinkier than Ron and Jill put together.

Ron met her online. He found a fetish club and even became friends with the couple who own the site. It's a company called LifeStyle. They cater to any kink you can think of. They know where all the swing clubs are and have a directory. Paying clients get more. You want to find a dungeon near you, they'll let you know where to find them.

The bitch is into bondage and whips and whatever else. Ron says he doesn't use the whips. As long as he doesn't use them on me, I don't care what he does with anyone else.

Shit, I'd like to use the whip and teach that bitch a lesson. She's in Ron's ear all the time. She tells him she wants to strap me to the cross... Fuck her.

I'm getting off track.

The therapist, like all therapists, blamed it on my childhood and my parents.

Somehow it was my parents' fault that I am a sexually manipulated slut who is in love with a kinky fuck that knows how to drive a woman to unbelievable pleasure. It's their fault that I can't have a meaningful relationship with anyone. Well, except for Ron.

That was the first therapist. It all sounded like bullshit to me.

My second therapist was a little better. "Do you enjoy spending time with your ex-husband?"

"You mean my ex-ex-ex-husband, Ron?" I corrected her. We said Ron or Jim in future sessions.

Anyway, her questions continued. "Are you happy when you are with Ron? Do your children enjoy spending time with their father? "Do you love Ron?"

"I sure the fuck hope so after what I gave up," was the only response I could think of.

My therapist found other problems with me, too. Isn't that the way it is? You go to a doctor for one problem, and they throw a shopping list of items back at you. One problem she had, more on a personal level, was my language.

She must have moved to New York from another state or country. New Yorkers' curse. That includes New York City, the five boroughs, Nassau County, and Suffolk County; that's how it is. Upstate New York, maybe not so much. But born and raised in Queens, Fuck is an acceptable noun, pronoun, verb, adjective, and any other I'm missing.

Good thing I'm not a big drinker, this therapist put me on a few medications with a lengthy list of side effects if mixed with alcohol.

Anyway, the therapist's questions continue, "Can you live with your ex-husband spending time with you and occasionally with other women? Do you think he would be open to an... Arrangement?"

"Arrangement! What the fuck!" I yelled at my therapist. "An open marriage! What kind of slut do you think I am?"

Listen to me, all high and mighty. I had just agreed that I was a slut but confused as to what kind? Is there more than just one kind of slut? I don't know. I once was a cheating slut there for a while. And that's why my second husband divorced me.

As I said, we were living with Ron. Ron took care of Jim. I ended up with a share of the restaurant, but it cost me. I was hung upside down with my legs spread wide. I was wearing that collar with rods securing my wrists. Blood was rushing to my head. My body was doing something it had never done before. I enjoyed every minute of it as I begged Ron for more. I begged Ron to let me down and fuck me.

I was a mess. How many times can I fuck up my life. I just gave in; I was Ron's again. Ron could see whoever he wanted. Do whatever he wanted. I would accept it and pop my pills as needed. On a good note, the kids are happy.

Is Ron a good man? He has issues. He is a great father and a generous man. He loves to give to charities. Couples who agreed that the wife should be Ron's play toy benefited too. Ron has helped many couples get out of debt. Is the cost worth it? I guess so.

Ron and I had a new problem to deal with. The kids and I were living with Ron, but it wasn't a place for kids. I had to take the kids to Ron's or my parents' house when Ron was throwing a party.

I didn't think it was a good idea for our kids to see a bunch of topless women, women or men wearing collars, or catch a free show in the den if the kids slipped out of bed for a glass of water.

So, Ron bought me and the kids a house. It's just a few blocks away from Ron; it's smaller, but it's what I wanted.

I also needed a job for health coverage. Ron hired me to manage his social calendar. I now send out the invites for his parties and when that bitch calls, I have to let her know when Ron's available for her. I'm hoping that it will end soon.

Jill will at least ask me if she can spend time with Ron.

Enough about me. Let's have you sign this agreement."

>>>>>>>>>>

I couldn't believe the story Carol had just told me. I felt bad for Carol. To have to be in therapy and on medication is no way to live your life. At the same time, I was thinking about what would happen to my marriage. Would Steve divorce me?

Once the Agreement was signed, Carol put each into a sealed envelope. The outside of the folder read "The Agreement."

Carol and I continued our conversation as we drove to Ron's house.

"I'm a big fan." I looked at Carol.

"Your stories. I've read them all. You make 50 Shades of Grey, the novel, not the movie, read like a child's book. My emails to you were anonymous, but you responded to them all. You've shared with me that you would love to be controlled and dominated like the woman in your stories. You said you wanted to be pushed to your limits. Well, Ron will do that for you. I hope you're ready."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I remembered the questions from an anonymous person who had sent me emails. I told her I wanted to be dominated, tied, and whipped. I would love to have my ass beat with a leather strap until it had welts on it. My story is about my fantasy life. But it was only talk. I had no desire to be whipped. Well, spanked maybe, but not so hard it would leave welts.

"Carol, that was just talk. You know, to keep you interested in my stories."

She just smiled at me. She didn't believe a word I said.

The rest of the ride was small talk. "Are you ready?" Carol had a big smile on her face as we pulled up to Ron's house. "Let's have some fun," Carol said.

I took a deep breath as we stepped into the house. Ron was on a call. "Just take care of it, Bill. I trust you. Yes, yes, okay. I have guests. We can discuss it further next week."

Ron stood and turned to us. Carol grabbed my hand and whispered, "Pay attention."

We approached Ron and stopped a few feet in front of him. "Hello, Sir," Carol said, and looked at me to repeat her words.

"Hello, Sir," I said as well.

"May I please you?" Carol said to Ron and then looked at me.

This was all Déjà vu. Just something about it. May I please you? I repeated what Carol said.

"Yes, you may," Ron said as Carol gently pushed me to my knees.

It was from my stories. Abby, the girl from my stories, would ask if she could please the man with whom she would spend the night. She called them Sir. Abby would drop to her knees and take his dick in her mouth.

"I'm sure you know what to do now," Carol said with a smile.

Why did Carol want this? She has issues with Ron and the women he is with but wanted me on my knees to suck his dick and whatever else Ron had in store for me.

On my knees, huh. Let's give Ron what he deserves. I opened Ron's pants and took his dick into my hand. I stroked his dick until it was nice and hard. I grabbed just above his balls, pulled downward, and took control as I stood up.

I took Ron by surprise. "Was this all you, Ron? Are you framing Steve so you can fuck me?" I tugged his balls harder. "Tell me the truth!"

"Tina... Please, it wasn't me." Ron didn't look so confident now.

"Talk. I want to hear everything."

"It was just two months before I came to see you and Steve with the Agreement. I came into work one morning to find a manila envelope on my desk. It was an internal envelope. I had no idea who it had come from.

Steve is an honest, hard-working employee. I respect Steve above all others. Stealing from the company. I didn't believe it for a second.

Some people may say that Steve stole the spotlight from me, and I hated him for it, but that's not true. Steve no longer needed my guidance. He found his calling. When it comes to business, that man is ruthless and would send his mother to jail if he caught her cheating the system.

No. There was no way Steve was stealing from the company, but someone had it out for him.

I reviewed our company's invoices, expenses, and finances. Whomever had it out for Steve knew what they were doing. It all pointed to Steve. I'm not a handwriting expert, but the signatures appear to be a match.

First, I stopped the funds from being transferred to an offshore bank account. My money's final resting place, and exactly how much had been stolen. Honestly, I wasn't sure. I was able to identify 1.5 million that I knew were missing.

Next, I used my own money to replace the 1.5 million that was stolen. It just took a few calls and a sweet deal for Jimmy in accounting and finance. Jimmy was excited when I offered him season tickets to the Giants if he would keep this to himself.

I didn't know who it was that had it out for Steve, but I knew Steve would figure it out, and I would get my money back.

As for framing Steve so I can fuck you, it was and opportunity I couldn't pass up. Carol, why don't you tell Tina...

Carol cut Ron off and continued. "I just... I mean. Tina, I'm sorry. I might have said in passing. Well, I knew Ron would try and negotiate an Agreement with you and Steve. Based on your stories and the emails we traded, I may have told Ron that you wanted to be dominated.

But that was it. Ron took over after that."

"After listening to Carol," Ron said, "I decided to give you what you want. I would give you what Steve doesn't or maybe is not capable of. You want to be dominated and pushed to your limits?" Ron had an evil smile on his face.

Carol was right. I want to be dominated and controlled. I was still confused why Carol would want to provide Ron with another woman. She wasn't happy that she had to share Ron with Jill and Clare or the bitch as Carol calls her.

"Carol, why would you hand me over to Ron? Why would you share my fantasy with Ron? You must have known it would drive him to want to be with me more than he already does?"

Ron looked at Carol with a smile, "If Carol follows through on her part, I will stop seeing Clare. Clare will still be invited to parties, and I will see her at the club. But I won't have her to the house and my playroom regularly any longer."

These two had an odd relationship. The best I can figure, Carol is in love with Ron and will do anything for him. Carol hates Clare, who she refers to as Bitch. Jill has other connections to Ron, so Carol has no control over Jill.

Carol was right. Something was missing from my life. I was doing this to keep Steve out of jail. That's what I kept telling myself. But that's not true. I was doing this for myself and using Steve as my excuse. My justification.

"So, Tina, are you comfortable with Ron's responses? Carol asked.

I believed Ron's story. He didn't seem to be hiding anything from me, especially with his balls in my hand.

"Should we proceed then?" Carol looked at me. "Sir, may I please you?" Carol said again, but I shook my head, no. Carol looked disappointed with me.

"I want to see this playroom and what I am getting myself into first." That put a smile on Ron's face.

"Carol told you about my playroom, did she?"

Ron and Carol showed me to my bedroom first. I guess after Ron is done with me, he sends me away. Carol did say it was only sex and nothing more.

Then we went to Ron's playroom. It was just as Carol said. I was excited as soon as I walked into the room. I wanted to be strapped to the bench. I wanted to be a fuck toy for Ron.

I had a smile on my face, and Ron saw it. "What would you like to try first, Tina?" Ron asked.

"When I'm ready.... it will be that bench."

"I think you're ready now," Ron said with a serious look.

"I'll leave you to it," Carol said, walking away.

"No, Carol, we have an Agreement."

Another Agreement. What was I in for now?

"Ron, I've never.... this is your... I wouldn't know what to do." Ron cut her off.

"Carol, the cameras are motion-activated. I don't turn them on and off each time I come in. I've watched you with Lily; I think you know exactly what to do. Now take Tina's clothes off and strap her to the bench."

I wanted to hear more about Carol and Lily, but now it was about me. I wanted to enjoy what Ron had in store for me. I stood naked in front of Ron. Carol whispered in my ear. "May I please you, Sir?"

I woke Saturday morning to the alarm I must have set on my phone. I was naked and feeling a little pain. Good pain. The pain told me I had an exciting night. And I had. I have never come so hard or so many times with any man or woman. Carol knew what she was doing, and Ron was right.

Last night with Ron and Carol was incredible. Sure, Ron has a talented tongue, and his dick feels good inside me. But being blind folded and not knowing what toy Carol would use on me next was exciting. I don't know which was more exciting, the suspense or the actual toy.

Scratch that, the toy. I loved the toys and wanted more, much more!

It didn't take long before I remembered why I set my alarm. It was Ron's request: "Tina, would you like to make Carol happy and play the Dom / Sub game for the weekend?"

"Sure, Ron, I'll play along this weekend," I stressed this weekend.

"Okay, here is your first command." Of course, I gave him a look.

"Humor me," he said.

"Okay, let me hear it." Carol had a smile on her face.

"Tomorrow morning, I would like to wake up at 7:00 am with your warm mouth wrapped around my dick."

"7:00 am?" I looked at the time. "It's 4:00 am, and you have been abusing my body for hours. I need sleep. How are you getting up at 7:00 am on a Saturday anyway?"

"I have a call at 8:00 am, so I need to be up by 7."

I remember walking to the door I turned to 'Sir' "If you feel my mouth wrapped around your dick a 7 O'fuckin clock in the morning, you'll know my decision. If not, I'll expect to be served lunch in bed. Good night."

Big thanks to Folding for editing my story and adding his comments.

I tend to make changes to my stories after Folding has reviewed them, so if you find any punctuation or spelling errors, they're on me and my dyslexia.