One More Whore Wife Bk. 02 Pt. 07

Chapter 7

Deanna: Turned out we were spending the rest of the evening in public -- at the fanciest restaurant I've ever seen. It was even more expensive and pretentious than the one Lewis and Gregory had taken me to. The dining room was filled with old white couples who clearly didn't like seeing a black man out on the town with three white women, each with a ring on her finger. We looked like hell but Rodney was completely oblivious. Actually, I think he was getting a real kick out of rubbing our noses in the fact that we were on display. I've never been so humiliated in my life. As much as I was embarrassed when I was paraded around by Lewis just the night before, and despite the fact that I was one of three tramps at Rodney's table instead of the whole show with Gregory, this was degrading to a staggering degree.

Then it got worse. Rodney told us that he was pleased by the bachelor party and how well we worked together. He told us that he expected us to only have sex with his clients forever. He was going to have us sign contracts to proclaim our consent to this permanent arrangement. Rodney told us that he was grooming us for voluntary bondage. Most devastating of all, he told us that he planned to breed us, and he would give away our black babies.

The other girls asked Rodney several questions but I couldn't listen anymore. My world was being completely destroyed. I lost my job, my husband and all connections to the life I'd had before I met Rodney. I don't know how it happened. Before that night in the bar with Lewis, I saw my life playing out in a certain way that was safe and predictable. Now nothing was safe, nothing was predictable. I had allowed myself to slowly be sucked into the life Lewis and Rodney wanted for me with almost no resistance or even forethought. I just kept going along with whatever they wanted, no matter the consequences. Well now I was at the end of that road and the consequences were slamming into me like a brick wall.

And yet try as I might to summon the will to resist I couldn't do it. I felt powerless and helpless and all the things I told myself as I was growing up watching my mother and her friends in similar situations, I told myself I would never let that happen to me but here it was happening. My life was totally in the hands of others, of men, black men who knew what they wanted from me and took it. I am at their mercy, and I've seen precious little mercy from them so far.

But something about my new situation feels warm and comforting. There is a freedom that comes with surrendering completely to another person that reaches deep into my heart and mind and calms me like nothing before in the world. Giving up my freedom actually bestows on me the most complete and utter release from responsibility I've ever known. Although I was only a month or so into this new submissive relationship, I could feel myself being lulled into a deeply captivating and thoroughly addictive mindset. The things I thought I wanted in life, things that seemed so important to me just weeks ago, now slipped further and further away from me. That I ever wanted them at all was beginning to feel like a ridiculous dream, something that must have happened to someone else, a person I vaguely remember but could hardly recall.

Now all I wanted to do was please Rodney in every way possible, even though I was still cognizant enough to realize that the things he was asking of me were horrifying.

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The weeks I spent alternating between whoring for Lewis with Rodney's clients and staying with Rodney and Lena went by quickly. I spent many hours alone with Lena but I didn't really have much to say to her. I didn't ask many questions and if I didn't say anything neither did she. I knew that wasn't what Rodney had in mind when he arranged for each of us to live with her at his house for a couple of days each week, but I just couldn't imagine what I would ask her. She just scared me I guess.

Near the end of the month Rodney had set aside for his little round-robin of living-with-the-slave-girl, he stayed home with us for the entire day. Whether Lena had said anything to him or if he just figured it out on his own I don't know. But at lunch he let me know he was not pleased.

"What do you think I did this for?" he asked at one long lull.

"Pardon?" I asked.

"Don't give me that shit, you know what I mean. Why aren't you interacting with Lena?"

"I don't know." I decided to be as truthful as possible.

"Are you having second thoughts?"

"I don't think so." I realized immediately that was the wrong thing to say. "No, I'm not having second thoughts."

Rodney went back to eating and fondling Lena. The girl took every meal on her hands and knees as she ate from her bowl like a dog, lapping at the food as if she didn't have full use of her hands. He positioned her bowl so that he could finger her while he ate. Whenever I stayed with them, we ate food that didn't require two hands or even one.

"I think," Rodney said as he finished eating, "it might make sense to bring all three of you here for a few weeks so I can supervise everything a little more closely." He continued fingering her cunt as he scolded me. "This is not what I had in mind at all as it will put a dent in your earnings for the duration so we will have to do an event or two like the bachelor party."

I stared at my plate for a good while. Finally, I looked at him. "What other kinds of events"? Rodney smiled at me. It was chilling.

"And spoil the surprise?"