The Wife Ch. 10

Note to reader:

This chapter contains a scene that I debated with myself a long time about including. It contains harsh language and mentions tense situations relating to domestic abuse that may be uncomfortable to some readers, but I deliberately avoided adding in details, outside of some name calling and harsh intention.

Domestic abuse is never ok. If you or anyone you know is in need of help, you are not alone.

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To Whoever the Hell You Are,

My alarm went off at six AM the following Monday, but I'd already been awake for thirty minutes washing in anticipation of the day's events. It didn't help that I'd been exhausted from the night at the club. The whole ordeal had been incredible and satisfying but had left me sore and beat. The memory of the man's cock switching between Vivian and me, feeling Vivian quiver on top of me as he brought us closer to the peak. It'd been sending shivers down my spine all night, causing more and more of a stir in my night panties.

I pulled the covers off and stepped onto the cold hardwood floor. A shiver ran through me, as I did. I'd have to remember to find a way to heat up the room. I couldn't tell if it was my imagination, but since I'd started shaving my body hair and applying lotion, everything felt ten degrees colder. My skin was seemingly more sensitive. A sensation I both enjoyed and disliked at the same time.

It didn't take me long to get ready, touching up the shave, noting how much stubble growth I had. I realized that before I'd started as Linda, I had only shaved once every week, yet now I was shaving daily to keep up with the hair growth. I'd never had a very thick beard, having been unable to grow a full one anyway, but the little amount that I had stuck out like a sore thumb each morning. It shined a new perspective as I applied my makeup for the day, which still filled me with a deep feeling of satisfaction. The color correction and concealer helped, but I could still feel it as I applied the primer.

I spread the bronze, orange color correcting cream smoothly over my face, being careful to apply the coat evenly. I had done this so many times at this point that my hands acted on their own, leaving my brain to wander about the tasks ahead of the day. Not knowing anything about my plans past breakfast did little to ease my nerves, but it did help my imagination run wild. It didn't seem like it would be that bad from Cassie's description, but the contract she'd left for me to sign seemed to suggest otherwise.

The paper itself sat to the side of the vanity; the word 'Domme' stood out intensely. While most of the tasks laid out in the letter weren't inherently sexual, I couldn't help but wonder why she had put Domme in the contract. Not that the word didn't fit Cassie, if anything Cassie exceeded the expectations of the word. Every time I had spoken to her was a moment that demanded every ounce of my attention. Even James held what she said in a high respect.

I finished with the color correction and quickly applied my foundation. I had to admit, whoever had picked out the makeup had made a good choice. Everything seemed tailored to my skin tone. Each choice was an easy one to make, and the quality was way better than the ones I had bought for myself. Some of the powders would always crumble, the creams become less creamy. It was so good, even I could forget that I had beard hair. There had to be a way to remove hair from the equation.

Maybe I can look at some options after tonight, I thought to myself.

Once my makeup was done, I put on the outfit from the wardrobe with the label uniform hanging from the sleeve. It was a blouse and skirt match, salmon pink, and black. An odd choice, not anything I'd seen anyone else in the house wearing either. It was comfortable enough to wear but made me yearn for some of the other options I'd seen in the wardrobe.

I quickly changed into the uniform and examined myself in the mirror before leaving. A strange feeling gripped my heart as I did. A mix of envy, nostalgia, and sadness. If I had been an outsider looking in, I would've seen a woman. Someone moderately attractive even, but despite the makeup and feminine clothing highlighting what made me look feminine, I could still feel the masculine features. I stood there, letting the feeling wash over me, filling me with senses of longing and dread.

I pushed all those feelings away; they could be dealt with another time. Right now, I needed to focus on the day ahead of me. I made my way down the hall, retracing the path Danny had led me through on my first day in the house. I hadn't seen him in a while, not since the incident in my room. The memory of his breath on my neck, his fingers on my skin caused me to shiver.

When I entered the kitchen, it was empty aside from a small woman wearing a silky white dress. Her red hair was tightly done up into a bun, which caught the light of the sun and amplified it around her, giving her a powerful aura. She wore a cream colored pant suit which amplified her glow. She was drop dead gorgeous. She noticed me standing in the doorway and gave me a warm smile.

"Good morning!" she waved.

I hesitated. Obviously, she was a guest of Cassie's, but I wasn't sure if I should talk to her or even if that would break one of her rules. Though I supposed it couldn't hurt to be nice, at the least. After all, it'd be kind of cruel to instill a rule like that. I returned her smile, sitting across the table from her. The food was already plated and ready for me, still steaming. I glanced around the empty kitchen. Not another soul in sight.

"Looking for something?" the woman asked me.

"No, I..." I cleared my throat. "I was just... looking for who served breakfast."

Which wasn't the full truth. I'd half expected to see James or Cassie already eating or at least coming in at the same time as I was. Plus, since my arrival, I'd only ever seen Howard tending to various things around the house and given its size; there was no way that he could maintain the entire thing. Was that going to be my first responsibility? Although cleaning for room and board wasn't exactly what it seemed Cassie had in mind when she'd made her offer.

"Did you need something from them?" the woman asked, still smiling. Her eyes were warm and genuine, but her smile felt a bit reserved.

"No, I'm good," I said and gave a half smile. "Just curious, I suppose."

"I see," the woman giggled. "I'm Jessica."

Jessica extended a hand across the table, which I took. Her hands were soft and well moisturized, but her grip was firm. It was then that I noticed she didn't have any food in front of her.

"Linda," I replied. "What brings you here?"

"Well, Mistress Cassie asked me to come down here today." Jessica said simply.

"Oh," I said. "Are you part of the staff here?"

"Goodness, no!" Jessica laughed. "I serve Mistress Cassie in other ways."

I waited for Jessica to elaborate, but when she didn't, I turned to the plate in front of me. An awkward silence slipped between us as I did. I was unsure of how to converse with her. Where was Cassie, or James? Was I supposed to meet Howard instead? Or was there a message that I was supposed to find?

"Mistress Cassie was right." Jessica said simply. Suddenly I was keenly aware that she'd been studying me.

"What?" I said blankly. "Right about what?"

"You, of course." Jessica replied. She pushed back from the table as she stood up. She was smaller than I had first guessed, standing only as high as my shoulders would be. Yet her presence was so demanding. Her hair, her expression, her stance, all reminded me of Cassie. Jessica strode around the table stopping just before me and taking a seat next to me. I blushed as she did.

She leaned in close as she did, resting a hand on my leg. My nose filled with the scent of her perfume, a sweet flowery scent. Her vibrant green eyes were fixed on mine, filled with an understanding look.

"What's going on?" I asked, feeling a little exposed.

"Mistress Cassie said you were unsure of yourself," Jessica responded. "She said that you would need my help."

"I'm sorry," I said. "I'm still a little confused, what did she say I needed."

"You need to be sure of yourself," Jessica said. "You've discovered a lot but still seem so lost."

As cryptic and frustrating as that sentence was, it resonated with some of the feelings inside of me. The feelings I'd had just that morning, lost seemed just as appropriate. I felt my cheeks burn even more fiercely, the feeling of exposure growing in the pit of my stomach. My appetite turned from hunger to nausea. It took everything I had to meet her infiltrating gaze.

"Who are you?" I asked, unable to articulate anything else.

"I'm Dr. Jessica Graham," she said. "I'm a licensed psychologist and therapist, specializing in psychology of sexual orientation and gender diversity, and counseling therapy with a focus on sex positivity."

"Mistress has a therapist?" I asked dumbfounded. "And you call her Mistress too?"

Jessica frowned slightly, quickly replacing it with a comforting smile. The brief display read confusion. As if she was sure that wasn't the question I would ask. Despite the frown, no other part of her face betrayed any other emotion. Her green eyes still drilled into mine with a warmth I had not seen or felt before.

"Mistress Cassie is a well-respected figure in her community." Jessica said. "She is Dean of the college, she runs several non-profit charities, and volunteers inside her community. She has earned her title, and she has asked me to use it with you. As for whether or not she is a patient of mine, I cannot disclose. However, everyone can benefit from therapy, which Mistress Cassie is no stranger to. Why do you call her mistress?"

"I..." I hesitated. Because she told me to, I thought.

"It's ok," Jessica waved the question away. "You don't need to answer that question if you're not ready."

She smiled again, its warmth put me increasingly at ease each time she flashed it. She definitely had a way of putting people at ease. I could feel myself relaxing tense muscles as we talked.

"What..." I hesitated again. "Are you..."

I didn't know how to phrase the question.

"It's ok, Linda," Jessica urged. "Don't be afraid. We're going to help you. Come on, let's go find Mistress Cassie. She's waiting for us, and we'll go over some things."

Jessica stood up and motioned for me to follow her. I did, leaving my breakfast plate behind hardly touched. My stomach growled in protest, but I didn't want to be left behind. Excitement flooded through me as I followed Jessica through the house. That premix jitter of walking into a new job, not sure what to expect. We eventually came to the door to an office I recognized. It was the office the masked man had led me to a couple nights ago. I shivered, goosebumps taking over me and the memory of that night caused my panties to tighten causing the small bulge in skirt.

I took a steadying breath, trying my best to control it. Jessica gave a quick rap of knocks before pushing the door open, not waiting for a reply. Inside Mistress Cassie sat behind her desk, going through assortments of files and cross referencing them to something on her computer screen. She looked up though as we approached, focusing her sharp eyes on mine.

"Ah Linda, right on time!" Mistress Cassie smiled. "That's good. Dr. Graham."

She turned to Jessica standing up and moving to the front of her desk. Mistress's arm extended to Jessica's and pulled her in close planting a kiss on her cheek. The look of warmth on Jessica's face was still there, but seemed brighter, a little rosier.

"Always a pleasure," Mistress continued, "and thank you for coming in. I hear business is rather 'hot' for you right now."

"Yes, well," Jessica smiled. "What can I say, there's a lot of people to help."

"I appreciate you making time for us here," Mistress said.

"Of course, Mistress," Jessica said. "Anything for you, Mistress."

"Now," Mistress Cassie turned back to me. "Are you ready for your first day?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said, excitedly and fearfully.

Mistress smiled.

"Good, and you've had the pleasure of meeting Dr. Graham. Which I'm sure has brought up several questions."

"Yes, Mistress," I said, waiting.

"Well, that's fair," Mistress said, returning to her chair and motioning to two beside the desk. "We do have some time before we begin today. Let's hear them."

I hesitated once again. So many questions burned inside me right then, but I couldn't spill them all at once. Jessica gave me a reassuring smile and squeezed my hand.

"You asked Dr. Graham to come here and help me. Help me with what?"

Mistress didn't say anything but nodded towards Jessica.

"Well like I said," Jessica replied. "I'm a licensed psychologist and therapist, specializing in psychology of sexual orientation and gender diversity, and counseling therapy with a focus on sex positivity. I'm going to be conducting sessions with you during your stay here. Help you in any way I can."

"How?" I asked. "What is psychology of... of sexual orientation? Like determining if I'm gay?"

"We will discuss that too, but the short version is that what I do is help my patients come to terms with their sexual orientation, gender identity and help guide them through the changes they are feeling. I will provide you with resources and structure throughout your journey, whatever you determine to be. Including how you decide to label it."

"I've never been to therapy before," I said. "I don't know what to do."

"No one does," Jessica said. "That's why I'm here to help you discover it. Help you know what you want and need to do."

"Dr. Graham will spend today observing you," Mistress cut in. "I have a list of things for you to do, and then she will sit down with you. I have her scheduled twice a week for you. I've personally seen the work she's done. She's the best there is."

"What kind of tasks?" I asked.

"Well, today is an easy day. Just a few tests to go through," Mistress replied.

I contained my groan but failed at holding back my frown. Tests? Why tests? What about the list of tasks that she had given me?

"Don't worry," Mistress laughed, seeing the look on my face. "They're not that bad. They will help us get an idea of how to help you. I know that everything right now seems confusing, and that even if it hasn't hit you yet, let me be frank with you. It's going to be a little overwhelming. Have you given any thought to your future?"

The question caught me off guard. I had in the past, but given the turn my life had taken most recently, I'd been caught up in the change. The thought had been too much to think about while I was trying to grapple with why I was suddenly having sex with men dressed in dresses and lingerie. While I had been preparing for my future, this new thing had inserted itself and changed all of that.

"I have before, but..." I started. "I haven't lately."

Mistress nodded.

"When I walked in on you and James, I pulled your school file." Mistress motioned to a small manilla folder on her desk. Even stacked neatly it all blended together.

"It tells your story, and while you haven't had the most profound grades and path through college, it was steady until you started your affair with James. You started your new journey around then and it distracted you. Reading that file, it became clear to me that you hadn't yet found the future you wanted to work for. You awoke something inside yourself and it derailed you."

I shrank a bit ashamed. It had been steadily going downhill actually until I met Tom in that hotel bar. I'd gotten so distracted by this new side of myself, but I had passed if not barely in most cases.

"Don't be ashamed." Mistress commanded. "You have nothing to be ashamed of. No one knows that path they want to be on initially. Even the ones who say they do. You found something though, and I could tell when I brought you to the office that day. I could feel it. I pride myself on having an eye for talent and potential, and after talking to you in my offices, that potential was there.

"So what I'm going to do is cultivate that potential. I'm going to help you grow and teach you. These tests will help us determine where you skills are, they will help us create a plan, and we will determine your future. Dr. Graham is going to work with you on these as well. Who you are Linda is just as vital as where you're going. By the end of the summer, you'll look in the mirror and know who you see."

My breath caught in my chest. I wanted to ask more. Like what potential? Or why me out of so many other people in the school? Or anywhere else for that matter. Something about those didn't feel like the right time though and so I just sat there. She was right, though. I had no idea about how to be Linda, especially after I had just said goodbye to being Max. Mistress Cassie must have sensed these questions because she continued.

"I've seen people be where you are Linda," she said. "I've helped a lot of people through it and I'm going to help you through it, too."

"What about the tasks on the contract?" I asked, blushing. I wanted to deflect the sudden heavy focus on me, but both Mistress Cassie and Jessica remained firm.

"Those are your weekly chores," Mistress said. "They are given to all my 'guests.' You will make sure to complete them, Howard will check them off and report to me. You may not understand now, but some day you will. Any questions before we begin?"

Nothing short of a million, I thought to myself, but shook my head all the same. I didn't feel like anything I could ask would get me any closer than what I had already gotten.

"Perfect," Mistress Cassie said. "Let's begin with this one shall we."

She placed a booklet in front of me, the letters MBTI in big bold print on the cover.

With the last test I had taken only a few days ago, I hadn't forgotten my hatred of them. However, those tests had been about grammar, essays on historical people, or algebraic problems. These tests were different in that instead of asking who led an army in some obscure historical time, the questions were all about me and my perception of me. Mistress Cassie left early on, leaving me alone with Jessica, who watched me take the tests and scribbled a note down every now and then. Every time she scribbled, a flash of vulnerability flushed through me.

When the tests were done, she gave them each a glance over before filing them into a leather-bound binder she had sitting on the desk. After the last one was done, a career aptitude test that was far more boring than any of the finals I had just gone through, Jessica and I just sat there as she read over it. She didn't make a sound as she did, adding to the already awkward feelings I had in her presence.

Why a therapist? Did Cassie and James think I needed therapy? Did I need therapy? A sex positive therapist at that? Jessica filed the last set of papers, jerking me back into the room. She had resumed her studious gaze on me, causing me to shift uncomfortably. Jessica must have sensed this, as she gave me a reassuring smile.

"How're you feeling, Linda?" she asked.

"Tired," I said simply, which was only half true. The tests had taken their toll on me, but Jessica was still demanding my focus. As if figuring her out would somehow all I'd need. Jessica nodded.

"I can imagine," Jessica replied. "But I'd like to dig a bit deeper. You and I are to share a special relationship, if it's going to be a profitable one, we should be honest and open. I can imagine that you are feeling more than just tired."

I hesitated, thinking about her prompt. Thinking about how to describe how I was feeling.

"Honestly, I'm feeling a tad overwhelmed," I finally said, adding, "and maybe a little hungry. Only a few days ago, I was in this office getting... doing something totally different with Mistress Cassie and Master James, now she's giving me tests and chores."

"Totally different how?" Jessica probed.

"Just... stuff," I said. I wasn't sure how much to reveal. While Jessica had been brought here by Mistress Cassie, I had no idea how much she knew.

"Stuff like sex?" Jessica asked. I felt a little color drain from my face.

"Well..." I started.

"It's ok, Linda," Jessica assured me. "Positivity, remember? Why do you feel shame for that night with Mistress Cassie and Master James?"

"I..." I hesitated again. I hadn't been prepared for such directness; a mix of emotion followed through. A cocktail of shame, guilt, excitement, and anxiety. "I'm not sure."

"That's ok. You don't have to have all the answers immediately but just know that there was nothing wrong with what you did. Humans are naturally sexual, and there's nothing wrong with acting on those feelings. Shame and guilt come from deeper parts of ourselves. Usually from either perceived wrong or redirected from other sources. Do you feel up to doing an exercise with me?"

I nodded.

"OK, close your eyes and do your best to relax." Jessica instructed.

I did as she asked, relaxing as best as I could in my chair.

"Now, start with a slow, deep breath in through the nose and out through the mouth." She continued. "That's it, very good."

Something about her compliment stirred something inside me. I blushed ever so slightly, hoping that the blush I had applied earlier was masking it, but knowing it probably wasn't. Jessica walked me through the breathing for a few minutes, each compliment causing my emotional cocktail.

"Now think back to that night," Jessica said. "What do you see? Don't stop your breathing, keep it nice and steady."

A few moments and an image manifested itself in my mind and there I was, walking through the neighborhood leading up to the house. The shine of the latex suit, glinting in the moonlight. The experience was surreal, seeing myself in the third person.

"I see myself, walking down the road," I said. "Wearing the rubber latex suit, Mistress Cassie. "

"Describe yourself," Jessica said. "What do you look like?"

"I don't understand," I said. "I look like me."

"Yes," Jessica replied. "But you recently went through a change, right? So, describe yourself. What do you see?"

The figure I saw was me, but I found seeing distinct features was hard to do. I could see the latex suit but whenever I tried to focus on my face, it was blurry. No matter how hard I focused. I could see the shape of my body, the small bulge and vague curves giving me a slightly feminine figure. I'd never noticed before. I relayed all of this to Jessica.

"How do you feel about what you see?" Jessica asked.

"Anxiety, fear," I said, surprised at how easy it came to identify the emotion. Especially after so long of everything being so mixed.

"Why do you think you associate this image of yourself with anxiety and fear," Jessica probed.

My breathing quickened. The image of me blurring increasingly changing from a latex suit to a dress, to a T-shirt and jeans, to a skirt and blouse, to the dress I wore to the club, until it finally rested on my body wearing nothing. No lingerie or fancy dresses, nothing but a skinny naked male body, with an average sized cock, dangling from its frame. The feeling of fear and anxiety intensified as I studied my own naked body.

"I..." I stammered, close to hyperventilating. "I don't... I don't know... it's changing..."

"Slow your breath," Jessica assured. "Remember, in through the nose. Nice and slow. You're safe. You're ok."

I steadied myself, eventually being able to reclaim my breath. The image of me fading away as I did, replaced by that night with James. That night he and I had first gotten together. I saw him running the razor over my legs, carefully and gently removing the hair from my body. A sense of calm rushed over me as I watched myself again from the third person, slide on the lingerie. Watching me struggle to pull on the panties over my stiff cock.

"You are seeing something else now," Jessica noted. "Tell me about it."

I described to her what I could see. I described the feeling of pleasure I had gotten when he ran his hands over my freshly shaved body. The shivers it had given me, as his firm and muscular body pressed into mine. Feeling his warmth, his domineering presence. My breath catching in my throat as he pushed himself into me for the first time, filling my ass. The weight of his balls slapping against me as he passionately fucked me.

Before I knew it, I wasn't just describing to her every detail, I was feeling it, too. In that moment the only thing was safety, bliss, and pleasure. Pure ecstasy as I began riding James, screaming for him to fuck me. Until right before I was about to cum, I suddenly jerked myself out of it. I flung my eyes open, somewhat shocked at what I had just described, and then I noticed Jessica. The pants of her pantsuit were undone, and her hand was inside making motions that I could easily guess. She was masturbating to my story.

I felt my dick stiffen as I watched her. Her eyes met mine and she smiled as she came, her face contorted in pleasure. I was surprised by my reaction, surprised that I wasn't weirded out by the situation, but seeing her beautiful face as it came to my recounting of being fucked by James only turned me on more. Her eyes flashed down the bulge pushing against the fabric of my skirt.

She withdrew her hand, her cum stained hand glistening slightly, and without hesitation ran her fingers along my lips. I almost instinctually laid out my tongue and cleaned her fingers for her, savoring the sweet salty taste of her cum.

"Good girl," Jessica cooed. I moaned and blushed and suddenly she withdrew her hand and buttoned up her pants. It was over, leaving me sitting there suddenly super horny and wanting more.

"What..." I started.

"Don't worry," Jessica said as she positioned herself behind me. She reached around and under my skirt, carefully pushing my panties to the side and wrapping her hand she had just used to masturbate around my cock. Gently stroking she rested her head on my shoulder, moving my hair so her lips had easy access to my neck. I shuddered as her breath ran across my skin.

"It wouldn't be fair if you didn't cum, too." Jessica whispered. "After all, I'm not the only one that story seemed to get going."

She stroked firmly and quickly, building my pleasure fast. I felt her lips brush the nape of my neck and I shuddered once again. She kept whispering in my ear as she stroked me, her free hand running up and down my chest. Her hand moving faster and faster until I couldn't contain it anymore.

"Oh... I'm... I'm... I'M..." I stuttered.

"Cum for me Linda," Jessica pleaded. "I need your cum, please."

I exploded. One of the hardest orgasms I'd ever had, pulse after pulse of pleasure filled me that I barely noticed she was catching my cum in her hand. When my orgasm subsided she held up her hand to show me her prize. She licked a string of cum off a finger.

"Hmmm." Jessica moaned. "Have you ever tasted yourself, Linda."

Before I could answer she held her hand up to my mouth and I again used my tongue to clean her hand. The taste was salty, mixed with her remnants, leaving me wanting more. More of her, more of me. Instead, she withdrew her hand, instead helping me retuck and fix my skirt. Leaving me craving some more, despite my intense orgasm.

"Well, Linda," Jessica sighed, contentedly. "I think you and I are going to have a lot of fun. I've got a few things that I think will help you, but most will have to wait until next time, while I go over my notes. Allow me to escort you back to the kitchen."

Dinner was rather quiet as Jessica left me to eat alone, and no one else was in the kitchen. As was the case that morning, there was another plate of food with my name in front on a little white card. A hearty helping of good old fashioned chicken breasts and mashed potatoes. It might have been my hunger talking, but it was some of the best chicken I'd ever had. When I'd finished, I was thinking of going to my room and texting Vivian about the day, or maybe Tom when the door to the kitchen swung open and in strode Danny, wearing a salmon pink suit.

He smiled at me as he walked in, as if I was the reason he had come into the kitchen. Sure enough, he strode to the other side of the table and took a seat opposite me. I gave him a weak smile, noticing how well his suit fit him, highlighting his slender figure. His muscles somehow seemed larger than they had before or was I just imagining things? What I couldn't take my eyes off of though were his eyes, the dark mahogany eyes devouring every inch of my own body. They were filled with that same desire I had seen before, a hunger consuming desire.

His cologne filled the room. How was it possible that smell could affect me so hard. Make me want him close, to allow him to devour me like he wanted. Use me as he wanted. My heart skipped a beat as he settled in, reaching over and running his hand down the side of my cheek.

"Well, if it isn't Linda," Danny said lowly. "Wait, or was it my cocksleeve? If I remember right."

My cock throbbed at his touch, and his words. That's one hell of a hello, I thought. Danny retracted his hand but not his desire, somehow letting that overwhelming feeling linger in the air around me. I tried my best to gain back some composure, despite my own growing desire for him.

"Danny," I said. "How're you... How're you doing?"

"Awwe," Danny smirked. "Do I have you stuttering? You must be incredibly thirsty tonight."

"No!" I lied, but Danny smiled widely as he ran a foot up one of my legs. He had removed his shoe so he could feel his way up under my skirt, and pushed firmly on my boner that strained against my panties. I couldn't help but let out a gasp, faltering a little to the pressure.

"Oh, but this tells me otherwise," Danny said. "This tells me that you are very thirsty indeed. Don't worry, my sweet tea, I'm very thirsty too. You make it very difficult to concentrate walking around looking like that."

His words were amplified by the growing pressure of his foot, each word seemingly adding more. Strangely enough, all it did was turn me on even more. He grinned at me, watching me squirm and moan. Something deep inside me told me to stop, but it was overpowered by the growing lust inside me. Fueled by his cologne, his touch, his desire. Then suddenly the pressure from his foot was gone as he stood up to walk around the table, taking a seat right next to me.

"Shall we continue where we left off the other night," Danny asked. "No sense beating around the bush right, we both know you want a taste, I want a taste. So let's taste each other, shall we?"

His hand ran up my skirt now that he was right next to me, softly playing with my cock while his other hand pulled me closer into him. His intoxicating smell fogged my brain, the scent of him overriding any sense I had. I wanted him, I wanted to feel him. His words were a far echo, but whatever he said, I wanted to do. I would beg if he wanted me to, I would throw myself at his feet and kiss them if it meant him fulfilling my hunger.

"Such an eager little cocksleeve," Danny said lowly, his voice seemingly deeper. "Come here, my little whore, show me how eager you are."

Suddenly his mouth was on mine, his hand not slowing down as he pushed his tongue into my throat. I melted into his grasp, allowing his tongue to dance with mine. My hands holding onto him afraid to let go, lest I fall. It didn't take much of this before I was ready to explode, but just before I was about to, Danny pulled away leaving me gasping for air, I moaned having been so close to release. Danny just smiled, almost sisteringly.

"You're not cumming yet," he said. "You don't cum until I tell you that you can. Do you understand me whore?"

"Yes, sir," I breathed.

"That's a good little slut," Danny said. "You want to be my slut, don't you? You can't wait to feel me inside you."

"Yes, sir," I moaned as his hands started running themselves over my ass.

"Good," Danny said. "But you can do better. Convince me."

"Please, sir," I pleaded, rubbing my hands on his bulge. "Please sir, let me taste you. I want to feel you inside me. I need to feel you fucking me. Please sir."

Danny growled with pleasure as he pushed me to my knees forcefully. I gasped in pain as my knees hit the floor but was soon overpowered by what was in front of me. As quick as a flash, Danny's cock was poking through his pants, and it was even bigger than it had felt in my hand. The monster cock loomed out over my face as Danny positioned himself over me. I felt him grab a fistful of hair, jerking my head back.

"Suck my dick," Danny commanded.

I opened my mouth and felt him shove my head forward, giving me no time to acclimate to his size. I took his whole cock into my throat all at once, his balls reaching my chin on the first thrust. I gagged as he hit the back of my throat, which only made him harder as he began facefucking me on the kitchen floor. The sound of my gagging and his moans filled the room.

"That's it," Danny moaned. "That's it, you fucking whore. Suck my dick like a good sissy."

I could barely understand what he was saying as his balls bounced off my chin, the wet slapping noise of his cock going in and out of my throat. Until I felt him tense up and with one final thrust, he came directly into my throat. He came so much it overflowed out of my mouth, and as he pulled away, shot some onto my face. It was all I could do to swallow. I collapsed to the floor, struggling to catch my breath.

"Such a good sissy whore," Danny groaned as he wiped the last bit of cum off his dick. "Not many can take my dick that well, but you're not done yet. That was just a warm up."

Danny bent down and scooped me up off the floor, laying me on the table. In one effortless move, my panties were off and my skirt was hiked up and he was positioning himself between my legs. His cock was still rock hard as he pushed it against my ass, I cried out in pleasure as he pushed into me. Just as before, wasting no time as he plunged balls deep, sending a pleasure shock through me.

Before I could gather myself he was thrusting in and out of my ass, rocking the whole table. I screamed out in a mix of pleasure and pain as he fucked me. Danny took that as a sign to go faster grinning ear to ear as he held my hips, using me like his own personal cocksleeve. Each thrust sending me further and further into a state of pure bliss. I could barely hear what I was saying.

"Please," I screamed. "Please fuck me! Fuck your little cocksleeve. Please let me cum with you! PLEASE!"

"Such a hungry sissy whore," Danny panted. "Not yet. Don't you cum yet."

With my begging fueling him, he pounded my ass even harder, only pausing long enough to flip me over onto my side, throwing my leg over his shoulder so he could use it as a grip to fuck me. I screamed loudly with each thrust. Then he slapped my ass, whipping it with each thrust of his cock.

"DANNY," I screamed. "PLEASE COME IN ME! I CAN'T.... I CAN'T..."'

I trailed off as he tensed up again and with two final thrusts, came deep inside my ass. The sensation was too much, and I came at the same time. I came so hard as he filled my ass that I could feel my own cum hitting the bottom of my chin. Danny pulled out remained inside me as he studied me.

"Did you just cum?" He asked, all the playfulness in his voice gone. Instead, it sounded angry.

"Did you not hear what I said, you stupid fucking slut?!" He growled.

"I..." I began but was cut off as he suddenly pulled out.

"You pathetic whore," Danny said, his voice dripping with venom. "I told you NOT TO FUCKING CUM!"

"I... sorry," I said, my voice shaky. "It was all too much... I couldn't hold..."

"You stupid bitch," Danny spat. "I'm going to..."

"Mr. Cook," Came a stern, commanding voice. "I suggest you stop calling Linda a stupid bitch."

I turned to see Cassie standing in the door with Howard and James close behind her. All the color drained from Danny's face. He quickly collected himself, putting his cock away and standing straight. I sat up as well, a feeling shame washing over me, although I wasn't entirely sure why I did. Cassie had a look of fire I hadn't ever seen before, but not directed at me it seemed, directed at Danny. James seemed torn between concern and anger, while Howard wore no emotion, aside from apparent concern twinkling in his eyes.

Howard pushed into the room, moving towards me, with a towel. Dabbing at the cum still dangling from my chin. James and Cassie didn't take their eyes off Danny who seemed to have shrunk a few inches. It was as if Cassie had flipped a switch inside him, and he was suddenly a different person.

"Are you OK, Linda?" Cassie asked.

"Yes, mistress," I replied. "I'm sorry, I..."

"Don't apologize, Linda," Cassie said. "You are the one who deserves the apology. Well, Mr. Cook. She's waiting."

Danny shifted uncomfortably.

"I'm sorry," Danny said, quietly.

"That was a pathetic apology, Mr. Cook," Cassie sneered. "Howard, will you help Linda to her room, get her cleaned up. I'll be there shortly. YOU, come with me."

Danny followed her motion, not even glancing back at me as they left the room. Howard motioned for me to follow him, leading me from the kitchen back to my room. I didn't say anything as we walked down the hallway, feeling a mix of shame, guilt and confusion. Howard must have sensed this conflict in me and reached for my hand giving it a firm and comforting squeeze.

"Don't worry, madame. I got you," he said reassuringly.

I nodded, still at a loss for words. Howard helped me into the shower before tending to my stained clothing. The hot water soothed my sore muscles as it ran over my skin, gently washing away all the cum and sweat. Hiding my tears, which once they had started, didn't seem to stop.

I didn't understand why I was crying. I hadn't done anything wrong, yet I felt like I'd just gotten caught with my hand in the cookie jar. Then there was Danny, what had seemed like a sweet and flirtatious man, suddenly turning into a vicious man. Turning a pleasurable situation sour. His words hung over me like dark clouds. Sissy. Whore. I'd been called those before, but never with such disdain or contempt.

I turned the words repeatedly in my head, until the water ran cold. Was I just a sissy? Was that all I was? I exited the shower to find Cassie waiting for me, sitting on the edge of the bed holding a fresh towel and a steaming cup of tea. She gave me a reassuring smile helping me wrap in the towel, wrapping it snugly around my chest before guiding me to the bed, placing the tea firmly in my hand.

"Well, today has been an eventful day for you, hasn't it?" She said softly. I could only nod in response.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Cassie asked.

I hesitated, unsure of where to start. So many questions, new and old, blared through my body.

"What happened to Danny?" I asked nervously.

"Danny left," Cassie said simply. "You won't be seeing him again."

"Why?" I asked. "Why was he... so angry?"

"Danny has always struggled with his anger," Cassie said. "He came to me about a year ago, asking for help in improving himself, amongst which included his anger issues. I agreed, initially hopeful that he would improve. I was wrong, however. Danny's troubles run deeper than I am able to help. This is not his first outburst though he's never been violent, but after seeing him tonight, how he was treating you; it's not a risk I'm willing to make."

"Why though?" I asked. "Why risk him being violent?"

"Why risk helping anyone?" Cassie smiled. "I'm no stranger to anger or violence. Before I was Dean, before this house, I was married. My husband showed many of the same qualities as Danny did tonight, except he didn't hold back his violence nor did he seek help with it. I will spare the details, but one day I'd had enough, and escaped. I left one night while he was asleep and found myself wandering the street. No job, no money, just the hope that getting away and starting new.

"I stopped in a diner, hoping to maybe hitch a ride or a work for a meal. Anything. That's when I met Alex. She took one look at me and somehow knew what kind of life I'd been living. She invited me to her table, ordered me food, and then drove me to her woman's shelter. She helped me move on from him. I wouldn't be where I am today without her help. So, when Danny knocked on my door, saying he'd heard the stories and that he needed help, I gave it to him. In the hopes that I could pay forward that kindness."

Suddenly something clicked for me. The question she had been answering all along. Why was she helping me. Why had she given me a room and why had I taken the tests. Cassie watched the look of understanding crash across my face and smiled.

"Alex helped me discover a purpose," Cassie said. "Perhaps, I can share more of that story with you someday."

I sipped the tea, which was now lukewarm, dulling it's flavor, but not enough that I couldn't make out the lavender chamomile. Exhaustion was beginning to wash over me like a warm blanket. I had so many other questions about Alex and Cassie, but before long, despite my best efforts and burning curiosity, sleep overtook me.

I saw through the fog of sleep as Cassie laid me back into the pillows and tucked me in and the only thought that ran through my head was how the hell did I get so lucky?

Until next time,

Linda