Jeremy's Women

by Justincbenedict

 

And it's pretty amazing" Jeremy was saying to Sheila and Simone as they relaxed in the Cooper's sunny living room, "Heather, who I'd always been kind of in awe of—she has a wicked sense of humor!"

Heather smiled. She was a little heavy, butt-wise, but had nice boobs and gorgeous amber hair and twinkling eyes. Sheila noticed sort of a tough look about Heather-though…Jeremy seemed so sensitive, very unlike Roger,Sheila's Congressman husband, who was being trained to be her slave at another location. "But what was amazing was, Heather had seen a video, one of those "Pandora's Box" vids, and she told me that if she was involved in a situation like that, she'd like to be the dominator. That's how she put it!"

Heather sort of winked at Simone and Sheila "Yeah, like I'd let some dork tie me up, right? Who's really competent to be in charge but us?" The three women laughed. Sheila was having a good time. Jeremy and Sheila were middle income people, the sort that Heather had grown up around before marrying into the big Malvern money. Sheila had been a secretary before meeting Jeremy, who was a research scientist, and since their marriage, she'd quit her job to be a f ull-time housewife. "But I don't do much housework" Heather nudged Jeremy, who laughed ruefully. "Yes, I take care of that department. I love Heather. I just want her to enjoy life!" Jeremy said enthusiastically. "No one's really appreciated her…"

"This is going to be such a good experience for you!" Simone had told Sheila on the ir way to spend a few days with Jeremy and Heather in their home in Indianapolis. "The Coopers are the most well adjusted couple dealing in female domination that I know. I wish more were like them." Sheila had been so stunned by what she'd seen happening to Roger, but Simone had assured her that Roger's training would only continue at that level for as long as Roger's attitude was shitty. "As soon as he becomes more docile, dear…you can take over and probably only whip him four or five times a week!"

Now they were enjoying the hospitality of what Sheila considered a rather peculiar couple…but they were very nice, Jeremy and Sheila!

"The great thing about female domination" mused Heather "is, it made Jeremy, who was already a sweet, sensitive guy, even MORE sensitive. He invited me to live in the house he owned, where he rented rooms to various old college buddies…and I got annoyed because he had to have his Monday night football parties, and do "guy" stuff on Saturdays… but he'd confessed that he was excited by public humiliation, so one day, when he told me he was going out with his pals to play some golf —and it wasn't like he hadn't been around for me…he'd been incredibly sweet and devoted, but he wanted a little time off, and I told him no, absolutely not."

Heather frowned at Jeremy, who looked abashed. "I wanted him around, and he looked all disappointed and his friends started kidding Jeremy about being pussy-whipped, and then I got annoyed because he didn't defend me…I mean, here I was giving him bare-bottom spankings in our room, and various penis punishments and all kinds of stuff, but he wanted it on the hush-hush.

"So, I ordered Jeremy to take his pants down and his lip quivered, so I took his clothes off as he stood there!" Heather laughed at the memory as Jeremy's face grew a little red. "And I took the carpet beater and I whipped his ass…and I made him stand in the corner nude for the rest of the day while his pals went golfing. And when his housemates got in, Jeremy served them dinner wearing only an apron." Heather snorted. "And that put an end to Guy nights and Guy weekends. If Jeremy wants to get exercise, I've got lots of work he can do, you know."

Jeremy put his forehead in his hand as everyone laughed good naturedly, but he looked up and was smiling, as well. "Heather's wonderful, and she wanted it to be known that she was Number One. And that was a great way for her to show it, though I was really embarrassed, and it really ended the pally relationship I had with the other guys.

After that, Heather routinely spanked and humiliated me in front of them, making me wear frilly dresses or sailor suits, you know, the Donald Duck kind, and punishing me at the slightest pre-text, and finally my old friends got really uncomfortable and moved out,but by that time we didn't need their rent...and now I'm just Heather's slut-boy, and it's great.

It was hard for me when Heather decided that she wanted to have an affair with Brad, my best friend. I was really jealous and temperamental about it,but Heather took care of that." Jeremy looked a little sadly at Heather, who gave her Cheshire cat smile.

"Yeah, I thought about it, and decided that the problem was, Jeremy thought he was missing something, so I made him kneel by the bed wearing a pink tutu while Brad and I fucked…and after the first time, with Brad taunting him and the other guys talking about it in the living room, Jeremy was content to go about his housework while I had my own private life."

"But, do you have any rewards?" Sheila asked Jeremy. "I mean, do you guys make love and stuff?" Heather laughed. "On Jeremy's birthday and at Christmas we screw, and I think that's really mor e than enough…he gets to jerk off now and then, but he gets a chance at it once a month…Jeremy had complained to me that he missed gambling, and so I've given him a great opportunity at it!"

"Actually, next week is the tossing of the dice" Jeremy said with a haphazard smile. "Each month, after thirty days of daily teasings and good behavior on my part—and Heather insists on that part." They both laughed, and Simone and Sheila laughed with them. "I get a chance at jerking off." "You mean you get to jerk off once a month?" Sheila asked. "That's tough, Roger was a basket case after only a week of me teasing him and him worshipping me, as he put it." "No, no.."Heather smiled. "Jeremy gets a CHANCE to jerk off after a month. That means after a month of being devoted to me, he is given an opportunity, if he's lucky to have an orgasm, and he bets me for it. Most of the money that Jeremy makes is put into a house account, which I control, and he's given an allowance of two hundred dollars a month. Once a month, we throw the dice…if Jeremy gets seven or eleven, he's allowed to jerk off, and he keeps his two hundred dollar allowance, but if the dice is anything but seven or eleven, I get one hundred fifty of the allowance for fun girl stuff."

The three women laughed. "And Jeremy has to wait another month for his chance to throw the dice." "But wait a minute" Sheila asked, concerned for this sweet man who had just served her a nice dinner. "You mean he—he just gets more teasing and stays—how often does he win?" "Not that often" Jeremy said with a rueful grin. "It's been five months since I won…and that was great." His eyes rolled back in a pleasant memory. "I jerked off, and licked it up of course, and put the two hundred bucks towards a new fishing rod…but it hasn't happened since then. But I'm hoping it will today." Heather smiled. "Yes, hope's a wonderful thing, isn't it?" They all laughed.

Sheila found Heather and Jeremy to be lots of fun. The four went to a museum together that afternoon, and Jeremy showed them the famous Indianapolis Speedway. That evening, they had dinner out, and then Simone asked Sheila to step into Jeremy's library. Simone was sitting in front of Jeremy's gateway computer and it looked as if she had a film coming up on it.

"What's up? Heatherand I are  watching 'The Sopranos' on HBO downstairs, and Jeremy's going to join us after he makes the coffee' Sheila said to Simone. "The Coopers are lots of fun, this  has been a nice visit, Simone." Simone laughed. "Well, the educational part of it isn't really over, yet, Sheila. I thought you'd like to meet my husband—on webcam!" Sheila was surprised. Simone hadn't told her too much about Stuart Kendall except that he was a major businessman.

"Sure, I guess." Sheila said wonderingly. Simone clicked a few keys  and moved the mouse and a film came up  on the computer screen of  a handsome guy with slight graying at the temples, kneeling on a hardwood floor. He was stark naked, and Sheila was getting used to the idea of all these naked men about---in addition to Roger, she'd also now seen Jeremy naked!

Earlier that afternoon, before they'd gone to lunch, Heather had gotten a phone call from an Angelo and had made plans with him for the next evening. Jeremy had seemed somewhat sulky, and had said in front of Sheila and Simone "it's like the whole garage calls here, constantly." Heather had laughed. "Jeremy's rudely referring to the fact that two of my lovers work at Dimitri's garage. Jesus, you are a whiner, Jeremy…I just want a little satisfaction, hon."

Jeremy had fussed at her a bit. "Well, you know, Heather, it would be great if we could make love more than once or twice a year, dear…I mean, there's only so much I can do satisfying you with my tongue. Excuse me, Simone." Jeremy seemed to have forgotten that they'd been entertaining guests. "Oh, please, go on" Simone replied, smoothly. "This is ever so fascinating." Heather shook her head, irritated. "If your puny little dick was more satisfying, I might want it more than twice a year. I mean, Jeremy, I don't let you screw me on MY birthday, as a treat to ME, it's on your birthday. It's a gift, Jeremy, so don't whine any more, you're boring us."

Jeremy had stamped his foot. "Yeah, right. I know, my kinky sex desire is just a way for you to sleep around, right?" Heather stood up and stared levelly at her husband. "I'm sick of your tantrums, Jeremy, Strip and bring me the big bad strap!"

Jeremy had demurred at first, "Please, honey, don't get upset…I'm sorry I complained about Angelo" but Heather had tapped her foot, frowning, and he'd gone and gotten what she called the "big, bad strap" and he'd stripped naked, angry tears already streaming down his pudgy cheeks, and he'd bent over the couch. Jesus had she laid it into him! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "How dare you "WHACK! "Criticize my" WHACK! WHACK! "Private life, when your dick isn't big  enough to give a good fucking to a female opossum?"

 Heather had slammed the Big Bad Strap (actually just a traditional razor strop like Sheila'd seen her grandfather sharpen his blade on) over and over until Jeremy's butt cheeks were covered in red and purple welts.

Then Heather had ordered Jeremy to turn around, and Heather had noticed that Jeremy had a cock device just like Roger had been locked into by Simone. Heather had unlocked Jeremy and  taken his penis in her long dark nails and stroked him until his penis was stiff and hard. It wasn't all that small,but to hear Heather talk about it, Jeremy's penis was the size of a piece of chalk!

"Go on, toy with it." Heather had ordered Jeremy to pull and poke his penis for the women as the tears coursed down his red face. "Isn't that revolting, girls? And he wants this to be his primary entertainer of me." As soon as Jeremy's dick had gotten very hard, Heather had whacked it with the Big Bad Strap and re-locked it in the cock-lock device. Heather had then winked at the girls and sent Jeremy to stand in the corner for about an hour and a half.

 But Sheila had noticed that after Jeremy had dressed and they'd gone out to lunch and the museum, he returned to being the same charming, humorous guy she'd met earlier! "That's right, sweet" Simone had told Sheila wisely "No one wants a mumbling "Yes Mistress" syncophant about them all the time. My Stuart is quite erudite for a construction contractor."

But now Sheila was looking at  Simone's Stuart on the webcam, and he was kneeling naked in front of the webcam, and she gasped as she saw what was hanging off of Stuart's penis. "What the hell's that?" Sheila whispered. "That is a glans punishment cage." Simone said comfortably. "I had it built after reading about it on the Google groups." Sheila was astonished. Unlike the cock cage, the glans-punishment cage, a wire sheath covering the entire shaft was lined with inward blunt points completely poking in Stu's penis. As Stu's penis seemed to inflate the cage was compressed, and the stiff wires pushed the needle points into the skin of the hardening penis.

"You see, I am attempting to instruct my husband to keep his penis limp on command." Simone smiled as she said this. "It's quite difficult, as this is the one level of obedience I have not been able to elicit from darling Stuart." The two watched as a beautiful Eurasian girl stepped into the camera, motioning Stuart to arise. The girl took off her T-shirt, revealing full breasts, and motioned Stuart to suck the nipples. "That's Nadia, a girl from his office." Simone smiled. "Look how afraid he is of touching her..it's because he knows how his penis will react." Stuart seemed to be moving back, but then Nadia grabbed him by the ear and brought his head down to her breasts, and he began sucking reluctantly.

As he sucked, his penis grew full, and the needles began to penetrate, all over the glans-punishment cage. Simone punched something on the screen, and the webcam focused on the penis, which was reddening and purpling under the intense pressure of the needles. As the penis inflated further, Sheila could see the veins almost popping under the pressure of the needles. Nadia turned and winked at the webcam

All of a sudden, Stuart fell over on the floor, letting go of Nadia's nipples and although the webcam was silent, it was quite obvious that he was howling in grotesque pain, Simone laughed loudly, and Sheila stared at her in wonder! "This is great, darling." Simone called out loudly. "Stu is learning that his penis should not be disobedient…if I command him to stay limp under the most erotic and arousing conditions, that will be the way it will be, I, Simone, have commanded it!"

 After the Stuart webcam show was over, Sheila and Simone joined Jeremy and Heather to watch the rest of "The Sopranos" and then they'd gone up to Jeremy's library and watched the webcam a bit, returning downstairs for a bit of brandy, discussing what Simone and Sheila had seen of Stuart's torture.

 "The object with my husband is" observed Simone wryly, "To teach him to stay limp under any stimulation, and then become erect under any stimulation." Heather sipped her brandy and considered. "That's hard, too. I've ordered Jeremy to stay hard enough to hold a dishtowel on his pee-pee,but he has never been able to do it for more than five minutes."

  "Well I am thirty-nine years old, honey." Jeremy said. "I don't have the drive of your twenty-five year old boyfriends."

Heather looked irritated. "But Jeremy, can you stay limp on command, is the question?" Simone said. "It's training you need, for an unauthorized erection can be quite an impertinent one, you know."

"To tame Stu's dick I've tormented it by rubbing it with sandpaper, pushing it into a box of live crickets or fire ants—you wouldn't believe how much biting these angry insects can do!" Sheila and Heather gasped and Jeremy looked a bit green.

"That must be total torment." Sheila said in astonishment. "Well, once the ants excited Stuart so much he came and drowned them all." "Eeew!" shouted Heather. "But that's too bad, Jeremy…you've never had your penis disciplined for erections?" Sheila said, not believing this was coming out of her usually shy mouth. "It's a shame Heather hasn't worked on this one with you."

Simone looked at Sheila in surprise and pleasure. This young woman was really coming along! "What about it, Heather? Sheila's right, you should be working on this with our Jeremy." Jeremy arose hurriedly and began taking up the coffee cups and the bowls that had previously held pie and ice cream. "Got a big day tomorrow, Heather." Sheila could tell that Jeremy didn't want to be stripped once again in front of the other women. "That's fine, honey." Heather said warmly. "Why don't you put the bowls and cups in the kitchen sink and then come back out here with my riding crop and the Big Bad Strap?"

"I'm so proud of you, Sheila, for coming up with the suggestion" Simone commented as she curled up next to Sheila on the couch. The two were overhearing Jeremy and Heather's argument  "But I've got things to do tonight, and we don't know them—Ow"came Jeremy's voice as Heather slapped him, and weeping, he carried the dishes into the kitchen and went in search of the punishment implements.

"I am surprised that I did, you know?" Sheila said, amazed. "But it just came out. Say, Simone, if Jeremy likes being a slave so much, why is he bitching about all this?" Simone chortled as she sipped more brandy, leaving a deep purple lipstick imprint on the glass. "Well, dear…men want to be slave-boys,but then they get so afraid of the pain. But have faith, if Jeremy really didn't want this lifestyle, he wouldn't have paid me to train Heather seven or eight years ago. He actually went into his retirement pension to pay me for it, as he is not quite as well-fixed as your Roger."

Sheila was amazed that at this. "You mean, he paid you a thousand an hour, just like Roger did?" "Well, I only charged Jeremy three hundred, but it was a grueling six week process, and at the end, the bill was seventy grand."

Finally Jeremy came down with the strap and some other punishment tools. "I also want you to go out and cut a willow switch from a tree, Jeremy. Undress first." Simone said. "I do remember there's a tree out there that had some nice firm switches." Jeremy turned to go, and Heather said in a flat, cruel voice, "Didn't Miss Simone instruct you to undress first?" Jeremy looked miserably at Heather. "But Miss-Miss Heather,it's outside, and the fence is just a wire one. People can see in."

"Oh, it's night-time, you silly fellow"said Sheila, and Simone and Heather looked at her, quite pleased. "Get your clothes off and get out there!" Sheila snapped her fingers. "Or I'll whip your ass with the Big Bad Strap myself, Jeremy." Was this Sheila speaking? The little mouse?

Jeremy, seeing no support from the other women, miserably stripped off his clothes. "There you go, Jerry." Heather said. "You'd better shape up, or Mistress Sheila will rip you a new asshole, sonny!" Jeremy  hung his head, and  mumbled something. "What was that?" Sheila asked. "I said you're not my mistress." Sheila looked quickly at Heather who pointed to the Big Bad Strap. Simone gave Sheila  a "Go on, give it to him" wave of the hand.

Sheila stood up, her breasts poking proudly through her snug turtleneck. "Jeremy, before you go out to get your switch, you're going to take some punishment from me." She could hear her voice shaking, but Sheila continued anyway. "Get over and bend across that couch!" Jeremy looked up at her rebelliously, but noted her breasts pressed out hard in the gray turtleneck and his cock stiffened.

 Sheila stepped forward  and slapped the nice guy who had bought her lunch and dinner, who had taken the day to charm her and show her his home city. He was nothing but a slave now. "Did you hear me?" Sheila shouted.

"Get across that couch NOW!" Jeremy went and bent across the couch, and Sheila picked up the Big Bad Strap and stepped over and breathed heavily, staring at Jeremy's chubby bottom which was poking up at her.

Sheila stared at Simone, and Simone smiled. "Well, now you have your slave-boy bent over, it's time to discipline."  Sheila looked fearful. "I don't want to injure him."  Heather laughed. "You're not going to injure him. This boy takes five or six harsh whippings a week. Tell her, Jeremy."

Sheila looked down at Jeremy, who was oddly, smiling up at her. "It's all right, Miss Sheila. My safeword is "mercy" and painful as my punsihments get, I've never used it, even when I was being horsewhipped by Heather's friend Miguel the male Master! Your whipping may hurt me, but unless I say Mercy, please don't stop until you're ready."

Sheila whipped Jeremy...and whipped him! Jeremy said "please stop" he said "oh God" and he burst into heavy tears,but "Mercy didn't leave  his mouth! Finally Sheila threw down the Big Bad Strap, and then sent Jeremy out to cut the switch, as was originally ordered.

When Jeremy returned with a switch, Heather took it and bent Jeremy over her knee "We'll have to test this one" WHACK WHACK WHACK These licks landing on top of the bruises left by the Big Bad Strap from Sheila and then also from earlier in the day, sent Jeremy over the edge into full scale weeping, until Heather slapped his face and told him to shut up. "Get out there and cut five or six more switches. Sobbing Jeremy rushed back out into the backyard, his welted bottom jiggling as he went.

 "Having fun, Sheila?" Simone asked lazily, and Sheila admitted that she was having fun! "It's just amazing how wet I get watching this asshole dance around!" "Wait til you get Roger in your clutches, dear." Simone said dreamily. "Your little congressman will learn who's boss then!"

When Jeremy returned with the switches, he stood in front of Heather, who locked Jeremy's wrists into a pair of handcuffs. Sheila was amazed how the usually sensitive but quite confident, wisecracking scientist could be so submissive to three women he could have easily defeated in hand-to hand combat. Simone took some kite string and tied it just behind the head of Jeremy's penis, so that it pulled in a loop against the ridge of the glans. She then was able to pull Jeremy's penis up with the string while Heather locked a twenty pound ball weight to Jeremy's scrotum. Sheila gasped, staring at the size of the thing. It was literally a twenty pound weight from a barbell!

 Sheila noticed that she was getting more and more aroused watching the obvious misery on Jeremy's face as the weight pulled his testicles down, but he dared say nothing.

Now Jeremy's balls were stretched to knee length while Simone was able to pull his penis up and Jeremy grimaced in obvious pain. WHACK!  Heather landed one of Jeremy's switches against his shaft as it was pulled up by Simone's kite string.

"Oh ma'am please!" begged Jeremy, and his penis looked quite pained. "Well, we didn't ask you to get an erection, honey." Heather spoke quite reasonably as she raised the switch and landed it again  a couple of times against Jeremy's straining cock.

"Just a minute,dear" Simone unhooked the ball weight and Jeremy sighed with relief. Only temporary, dear boy." Simone assured Jeremy, and then she tied a string around one testicle, pulling back the skin so it protruded and then she tied the second testicle so it protruded separately. Sheila noticed that the handling of Jeremy's genitals by Simone's soft, attractively manicured hands made him more and more erect. Simone then re-hooked the twenty pound weight so it hung from Jeremy's saggins testicles even more grotesquely. "Hey, I have an idea." Sheila  said. "Get up on that chair, Jeremy. Jeremy reluctantly climbed up on the chair, Heather assisting with the heavy weight as he climbed up.

"Now jump off!" Sheila said. "No, no it'll be awful." Jeremy whined "Don't be afraid, darling."Simone said. "Jump  and let's see what the weight does…Mistress Sheila is an imaginative girl." Heather snapped her fingers. "Go ahead and jump, you wimp." Jeremy stood on the armchair, his weight swinging back and forth between his legs, nearly pulling him down into the armchair. "I can't please…"

Suddenly Sheila sneaked up behind Jeremy and slapped him hard on the bottom and all of a sudden he hopped off the chair and landed on his feet, but as the weight sailed off the chair it came down to the ground, knocking Jeremy onto the floor and he screamed loudly as his genitals bounced against the weight which had landed hard on the floor.

"I just had another idea!" Sheila was full of ideas tonight. She motioned to a chest of drawers standing behind Jeremy. "Get up, pig-boy!" Sheila whacked Jeremy until he rose, dragging the weight with him. Sheila then ordered Jeremy to  lift up the 20 pound weight and to drop it into the bottom drawer of the chest of drawers. Sheila then reached over and closed the drawer as best she could with the chain poking out of it.

Now Jeremy was bent over, the chain pulling behind him and stuck in the closed drawers just beneath his balls. His balls were in pain as they were pulled down to the closed drawer, and he was quite puzzled. Sheila then came around and pulled her turtleneck off, standing directly in front of Jeremy, waving her breasts around in a burgundy demibra. Sheila pulled the cups down just enough so Jeremy could see her taut pink nipples. She was quite aware that Jeremy had been staring at her breasts for the past three days.

Heather watched this with some irritation. Heather only had 32 B breasts as opposed to Sheila's 38 C's, and was a bit jealous. She'd noticed her hubby's attention to Sheila's boobs for some time. "C'mon honey." Sheila whispered as she poked her nipples in front of Jeremy's face. "I know you've been wanting to kiss these sweet nipples since I came to your house. If you can touch them, you can kiss them."

Jeremy began moving towards Sheila's breasts with  his tongue hanging out, and just as he was at the level to lick them, Sheila moved back just a little bit. Jeremy tried to move further,but felt the chain dragging at his balls. Damn, that's right, the 20 pound weight! Jeremy thought. His scrotal sack was feeling quite tugged and stretched, but he was desperate to touch these beautiful strawberry tipped nipples. Jeremy had not had another woman since his marriage to Heather, though she'd had more than her share of lovers. This would be such an opportunity, if only he could kiss Sheila's beautiful breasts!

Heather, who was getting even angrier and more than a bit jealous of Jeremy's interest in Sheila's breasts, came up behind him. "Go on, Jeremy, if you like big boobs like that, go get them!" she said angrily and began whacking his butt with the switch, while at the same time closing the drawer even further with her leg.

  Jeremy was now in hell, he was trying miserably to pull away from the whacking of the switch, and yes, he wanted the carrot of Sheila's beautiful nipples. At the same time that this was going on, Simone was stroking Jeremy's cock and grabbed yet another switch and began whacking his erect cock down. "There you are, darling, how's it feel?" WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK.

Sheila began screaming at Jeremy, now actively trying to run from Heather's switch, his balls being pulled miserably into the drawer, his penis was getting thwacked again and again from Simone's switch. "Don't you want my tits?" Sheila screamed, and she reached over and began twisting Jeremy's nipples. Truly, this was hell! Finally, she let Jeremy suck her nipples just for   a moment.

But then Sheila backed up yet again. "Can you believe it, Heather? Your husband is assaulting my breasts!" "That bastard!" Heather screamed and began whacking Jeremy anew...finally, the poor man fell down to his knees, suffering as his balls were still pulled upwards to the drawer, and he curled into the fetal position as the crops and whips rained on him.

After Jeremy's final collapse, the women had wisely decided to end the evening's activities, or so Sheila had thought.

But in the middle of the night, Jeremy had come in silently and woken Sheila up. "Miss Heather has sent me to pleasure you, if that's what you'd like." he'd said hesitantly. Sheila had shaken her head at first,but then she'd thought about it, and Jeremy, though not as handsome as Roger, was certainly attractive...so she'd given in. "Okay...what now?"

Jeremy had stripped Sheila naked and given her a two hour massage, and then he'd gone down between her legs and performed with his tongue for more than an hour, bringing her to five or six orgasms.

Jeremy had then asked Sheila if she wanted to be screwed. "But what about your belt?" Sheila asked, puzzled. "Well" Jeremy said sheepishly, "Although I am only allowed to cum in Miss Heather twice a year on Christmas and my birthday, and I haven't had the luck of the dice to get an orgasm in several months...I do give her sex now and then, as long as I don't cum...I have been trained, Miss Sheila!

Jeremy had then screwed Sheila and she'd cum twice more, and she'd noticed that he'd had to pull out once and squeeze the head of his penis to keep from cumming. "And now I have to go  service Miss Simone and then go back to Miss Heather and get my cock device locked on again." Jeremy smiled ruefully. "And first I'll have to take one hell of a shower!"

The next day was great,  Heather and Jeremy took the ladies to West Baden Springs in the morning, and then after lunch they bowled at the Action Duckpin Bowl, before having a relaxing dinner and watching a video. Sheila was amazed at how little reference was made to the previous night's activities. At one point she'd said to Jeremy when they were alone, "Look, I hope you aren't upset with me, I didn't go too far last night, did I?"

 Jeremy had looked in her eyes and smiled and taken her hand. "Sheila, I have four mortgages on my house I don't need because I spent so much money visiting dominatrixes for nearly a decade. I then went into my retirement to pay Simone to train Heather…now I live my dream for free, or at least I don't have to go into debt…Heather has all my money. You are a beautiful woman, and you brought me pain AND joy last night!" Jeremy had smiled and taken Sheila's hand once again and squeezed it, and given her a hug.

"I really envy your husband. He's going to have a ball if he's a true masochist!"

Sheila had been so pleased by this…she wondered if the punishments were at an end for Jeremy for this trip. After dinner, however, Simone brought up the Erection Taming exercises. "There's just so much more to do my dears."

This time Jeremy was unencumbered by the 20 pound ball weight, to his relief, although the kite string was once again tied on after his cock lock device was removed and his hands cuffed.

This time he tried hard to hold still as the three women examined his pulsating erection with curious f ingers. "I am warning you, Jer," said Heather. "If you cum without permission, and I hear you breathing—if you cum on one of us, you are going to have to sleep in the dog kennel tonight, and it is December."

"You have a dog?" asked Sheila. She'd recalled seeing the wire cage outside in the backyard. "No, no, of course not." Heather laughed. "In the summer, I often make Jeremy sleep outside in the kennel, quite naked. He spends most of the evening swatting mosquitoes and howling…it's actually pretty funny." Simone chuckled. "I must remember that for Stuart."

As Simone's fingers stroked Jeremy's tumescent erection, she mused. "It's a shame I don't have any Ben Gay or Wintergreen Oil…this can make a slave boy's penis rather wild." "We have Witch Hazel" responded Heather. Jeremy took a quick intake of breath, closing his eyes. Sheila could tell that this was an exercise that he'd undergone before.

 The poor thing, Sheila thought. She had now seen Jeremy naked several times, and he had never seen her or Simone unclad at all, except for the night before, when he'd done all the performing on her clit in the dark.

. How embarrassing that must be, to not get to see us naked when he's always nude, she thought, and frustrating, because she knew Jeremy kept staring at her breasts, and she'd seen him gaping at Simone's rack and several times at Simone's sumptuous rear end in tight designer jeans.

Jeremy was trying quite obviously not to shift too much, but Sheila could tell this was difficult with all the lovely manicured fingers dancing across his suffering cock. "Have you ever tried snapping rubber bands on a slave, Simone?"Heather asked as she savagely raked Jeremy's scrotum with her nails. "It's great with Mr. Wimpie here, I wrap them all over his cock, the thick ones and keep snapping and re-snapping them. Once I cut a pocket out  of his pants and had all these bands around his balls and could just reach in his pocket and snap away, what a laugh." Simone's face filled with mirth watching the pain in Jeremy's face.

"Well, Jeremy certainly has been through the wringer with experimentation. I remember when I was just a new girl at Tease Island and he was an old repeat client, and Miss Dawn used his gentials as a teaching device for young dommes, she used electrodes…need I say more?" Heather laughed at Jason's face as he dealt with the memory.

Sheila was a bit more somber. Electricity? "It must've been something" she said. "Now the next thing we'll do is tease our Jeremy a bit" Simone squirted lotion in her hand and rubbed it briskly all over Jeremy's hard cock, and Jeremy began panting. "I do this for two reasons, girls…first so he will become more excited, and secondly because the lotion makes his skin ever so much more sensitive."

Simone then pulled a clothespin out of her bag. "If you want to see something interesting…" Heather interrupted casually "Oh, we've done clothespins, haven't we Jer?" She laughed. "I've put em all on him, knocked them off again, made him cry..it's boring." Simone looked a bit irritable. "But if you let me finish my sentence, Heather…you've put them where? Nipples, penis tip? Scrotum? All probable,but have you tried the frenum?"

"Where's that?"Heather asked, interested now. Simone lifted Jeremy's well lubricated cock up and showed them the sensitive spot just under the head. "This is called the frenum…it's the part that drives a man wild." Sheila laughed. "Oh yeah, that's the part that drives guys wild…I lick it when I give blowjobs." Jeremy's cock got even harder as he imagined this, and Heather slapped his erection in a jealous huff.

"Yes, it's a very sensitive area." Simone said. "Now watch how it reacts when a clothespin is put on it." Simone put a clothespin on the skin just above Jeremy's cockhead and he winced,but that was about it. "See? That's not so bad for an old hand like Jeremy." Simone removed the clothespin and then put it on the underside, the frenum, and Jeremy went wild, screaming and jumping up and down, as his hands tugged uselessly at the handcuffs "PLEASE MA'M TAKE IT OFF! PLEASE! OH MERCY!" At the sound of the safeword, Simone quickly removed the clothespin and Jeremy burst into tears. "Well now…Stuart's a big boy, he can keep it on for nearly ten minutes…but he's tougher."

Heather looked extremely annoyed. "Jeremy is going to be as tough as Stuart, we're going to practice AREN'T WE DEAR?" Jeremy looked at the floor, tears streaming down his face. Sheila could tell he wasn't looking forward to frenum training. "Yes Miss Heather." he whispered.

"It's a shame I don't have the old devices, eh Jeremy?" Simone asked Jeremy as she chuckled. "I used to rub sandpaper over my slave-boys genitals, and shove Q-tips dipped in Drano in their urethras, and another fun thing is to sew the urethra closed and then feed the slave a lot of beer so he can't go to the bathroom, or perhaps burn birthday candles under his balls." Simone laughed as she remembered. "Or I'd poke holes in a zucchini and dip it in Ben-Gay or hot sauce and shove it up a slave-boy's ass!"

"..and for a period I had a marvelous black glove that had steel spikes poking out of the fingers and palm, there must have been fifty of them..what a stimulating hand-job that was for a slave." Jeremy breathed. "I remember that glove, Miss Simone." Simone laughed. "Yes, I think I slapped you across the balls with it once."

Jeremy was in heaven and in hell at the same time with all the stimulation he was getting. The three women were all over his frustrated dick, playing with it, testing it. Simone would stroke it to full hardness, and then Sheila would wave her boobs in front of Jeremy and Simone said "Go limp now!" and of course Jeremy couldn't "What's wrong, Jeremy?" Sheila had asked playfully, as she tickled his foreskin with a long pink nail. "Can't you be obedient?" Then Simone had swatted Jeremy's penis with one of the switches he'd cut in the yard the night before.

She'd kept it wet in the bathtub for 24 hours so it would hurt more as it thwacked Jeremy's erection,but Simone surely got it to go down, and then of course Simone, Sheila and Heather masturbated Jeremy's cock right back up again, and began teasing him…and then whacked it right back down! Jeremy was as said, in heaven and hell.  He was terribly attracted to all three women!

Heather of course  was Jeremy's wife, and he was quite hot for her, even after seven years together, and Simone, the raven haired bitch, had been an obsession of Jeremy's for t he fifteen or so years that she'd been his sometime domme.  And Sheila was incredibly pretty!

Here she was playing with his dick, passing it back and forth with Simone, while Heather stood to the side with a kind of jealous sulk on her face. But was this Jeremy's fault?

The night before, Heather had sent Jeremy to service Sheila and Simone in their rooms. "And I warn you, if you cum in her, you'll pay hell with me, kiddo." Heather had waved her cut off garden hose, which she often took great joy in whipping Jeremy with. "This is work, not pleasure, you little pervert." She'd said this after slapping Jeremy and pushing him out into the hallway. Obviously Heather had mixed feelings about Jeremy servicing Sheila and Simone, but she was also quite proud that her husband was such an accomplished cuntlapper.

It had been such torture for Jeremy, working with Sheila…Simone was quite a bit older, and though quite hot, he knew the terrain,but Sheila was a cute little thing of only twenty-f our, and Jeremy, who hadn't cum in four or five months  now, had had to massage and lick every inch of Sheila's beautiful body, her delicately shaved armpits, kissing her beautiful breasts with the exotic pink nipples.

"Is it worth what I put you through when I locked your balls in the drawer" Sheila had teased as Jeremy greedily gobbled at her nipples. "I kept hoping you'd reach the nipples, I really did." She'd laughed. Jeremy had discovered that Sheila had a closely shaved twat and a butterfly tattoo right on her inner thigh!

Jeremy had licked Sheila's clit for such a long time, bringing her to many orgasms, and then he'd taken a deep breath and shoved his poor, frustrated cock into her tight slit and fucked her again and again…and my God, it had been difficult to keep from cumming. Sheila had shrieked and moaned, and Jeremy knew that Heather was steaming with jealously in her room. He knew Heather  couldn't punish him for sending him in there to bring Sheila pleasure,but that she would find some other pretext to punish him, and it would be hellish.

And certainly the next day—that day, Heather had given Jeremy a thrashing on his bare buttocks with the iron fire-shovel because he'd forgotten to dry the dishes after lunch. And it was because she was so angry that he'd brought Sheila all that pleasure,but he also knew that it would have been even worse if he'd let himself cum in Sheila…there would have been a horrible cock whipping from the vengeful Heather for that!

Heather was very bitter that Jeremy was very hot for young women, and now and then she would  have Jeremy kneel naked in the middle of a circle of young women who would take turns stroking his penis slowly, first one hot young girl, then the next…once she'd gotten Jeremy's secretary, and his aerobics instructor, and two of her girlfriends and the girls had humiliated poor Jeremy as they'd sat in tight sweaters and miniskirts in a circle around the poor naked guy taking turns stroking his dick, as he tried hard not to cum,but then he'd broken down and cum in his secretary's hand, and Heather had ended up spending the evening putting out cigars on Jeremy's penis while he screamed and cried…and how angry she would be if she knew how much he liked Sheila!

"You are so much better in bed than my husband" Sheila had told Jeremy in bed the night before, kissing him tenderly, forgetting that he had been the slave that she was torturing earlier that evening "And better than many boyfriends I've had. You last such a long time inside me, Men always seem to cum before I get to when they fuck me, you know?" Jeremy had laughed. "Well that's the benefit of making it with a slave, Miss Sheila. I only cum when I'm allowed to by my wife, and I've suffered dire punishments by her when I've cum without permission."

 Jeremy thought of how many numbers of Heather's friends he'd serviced at orgies they'd hosted—all the couples and wife swapping, and Jeremy fucking as many women as all the other guys,but at the end, all the men and women had cum continuously, especially Heather, who was a wanton slut, but Jeremy's cock was still frustrated and full from having to fuck so many women and getting no release whatsoever until Sheila would allow it, which wouldn't be for many months after whatever orgy it had been…oh his hard dick and sore balls!

 Now Simone was raking Jeremy's cock with clawed spaghetti tongs that Jeremy could tell she'd sharpened somewhere, and he felt the foreskin tearing as she attempted to grab his glans with the tongs. Jeremy danced back and forth, and Sheila was laughing hysterically. "Jesus, look at him bounce around, what a riot this is." This rather hurt Jeremy's feelings as they had been tenderly kissing the night before.

But that was the curse of being a submissive. In his heart, Jeremy knew he was not the man for a serious relationship,but he also had that lingering desire that a night with a girl like Sheila could do for any man. Also, Jeremy was a bit of a nerd, as frankly, was Heather, though she was fairly cute…but Sheila was a stunning woman, and Jeremy's evening of fooling around with her had made him a little bit crazy in love with her, what could he do?

 Even though now he was naked and being tortured and she was making fun of him. It reminded Jeremy of walking a pretty little girl home from school in fifth grade, buying her an ice cream and having a nice talk with her, and then having her make fun of him and having the football players kick him around the next day. Jeremy had seen fear in that little girls eyes, and he felt like she had been afraid to be close pals with THE GEEK.

But still, Sheila had been telling Jeremy the night before what a good looking guy he was for a slave boy, and even though intellectually Jeremy knew that she was going through all this crap with her husband, and was in rebound mode, he couldn't help but lap up all those damn compliments, sad and pathetic geek that he was. But now Sheila acted like nothing like that had happened.

 "I have an idea"Sheila said suddenly. "Remember that hairbrush you were hitting Jeremy with earlier this afternoon when he temporarily lost the car keys Heather? Do you have it around?" Heather ran to get the hair brush. Jeremy tried to catch Sheila's eye for a sympathetic look, but she was having none of it, apparently. When Heather returned with the brush, Jeremy wondered whether Sheila was going to give him a spanking. As he was still attempting to dodge the sharpened spaghetti tongs, he was a bit distracted.

"Open your legs, loser." Sheila said in a brisk voice, and close to tears, Jeremy opened his legs and Sheila got in the back of him and began raking the brush side of the hairbrush against  Jeremy's inner thighs and testicles, causing him extreme pain, as Simone continued her operations with the sharpened spaghetti tongs. There was a scrape by the brush and Jeremy began crying softly as he continued to dance around

Suddenly Sheila stopped Simone and put down the hairbrush and began stroking Jeremy's penis lovingly and tenderly. "Honey don't cry." Jeremy's cheeks were covered in tears, and Sheila stood up and took Jeremy's head, and nestled it to her breast as Simone laughed and called her a soft heart. "Well, he's being so good." Sheila said in a sweet voice as Jeremy breathed in the perfume surrounding her soft breasts, encased as they were in a skintight halter top. Sheila continued to stroke Jeremy's cock as she whispered "You're such a good man, you're doing your best." But then Heather's plodding, nasty voice came.

"You know he's getting way too hard." Heather said meditatively. "I have a solution for that." Heather grabbed Jeremy's shoulder and forcibly dragged him away from Sheila  and took him up the stairs, Jeremy stumbling, his arms struggling against the handcuffs.

Simone sat back and had some brandy, but Sheila followed curiously. Heather turned the shower on in the master bathroom and Jeremy shuddered. "Normally I just give Jeremy a 20 second cold blast from the shower after I've been teasing him for a couple hours and I gotta get him limp so I can shove him back in the cock-lock thing." Heather said in her grating voice. Oh, thought Jeremy, why isn't she melodic like wonderful, young Sheila? "But now I think he's so hard that I may have to put him in the shower for longer. He's hot for you, jailbait" Heather motioned disgustedly at Sheila who grinned in spite of herself.

"Get in there, Jeremy, a cold shower will calm you down a little." Sheila roughly tried to push Jeremy into the shower, and Jeremy knew that a cold shower this time of the year was especially not a good idea. Jeremy pulled back, pleading. "No, no Miss Heather, I'll go limp, I'm calming down right now." Heather grabbed Jeremy by one ear and Sheila by the other, and they pulled him into the shower, Heather's Doc Martens boot kicking him in the rear as he stumbled into the tub and the freezing blast hit his body hard.

Immediately, Jeremy tried to climb out of the shower again,but his hands were locked behind his back and so he had no balance and ended up falling into the bottom of the tub, suffering as the icy water covered him. The women kept Jeremy in there for more than three minutes before the phone rang and Heather went to answer it. "You can let him out if you want to now."  Then Heather closed the door as she went out.

Sheila reached into the shower and turned off the water, looking down at the drenched Jeremy who was huddled in the fetal position, lying on his manacled hands. "You poor thing" Sheila said sweetly,  as she pulled Jeremy out of the tub, hugging him closely to her. Toweling Jeremy off,  Sheila kissed his shivering lips and cheeks tenderly. "You sweet, sweet man. How can we treat you this way?" Jeremy was silent as Sheila rubbed the towel all over his freezing body, paying special attention to his genitals,which felt as if they wanted to crawl inside his body, until her fingers found the tip of his cock and gave it something to live for again.

Soon Sheila remarked that her shirt was getting rather wet from closeness to the wet slave. "Guess I better take it off, right?" she smiled, and unbuttoned and removed her halter top, tossing it on the floor, and now she was just wearing a tiny little blue bra.

"Heather may not like you doing that, Miss Sheila" Jeremy said anxiously. "No, I'm in charge now, and Heather won't mind..just love me like a real man should, it'll make you feel better, and I'll explain to Heather" Sheila said, nibbling Jeremy's right ear.

Sheila leaned in and gave Jeremy a big kiss, still stroking his penis, which was finally getting back some of its spirit. "Darling I can't believe what we've put you through." She crooned, as her long pink nails tickled Jeremy's foreskin, and her forefinger did an experimental twirl up Jeremy's crack. Sheila's tongue moved about in Jeremy's mouth, as her fingers played along his rapidly elonogating cock..and for a moment he was in bliss.

"Are-are you sure, Miss Sheila?" Jeremy thought he should ask again. "I don't know if I'm supposed to be this close to you…" Sheila tongue kissed him again and bumped and ground her crotch against his excited penis. "You're all mine, baby. If only I had the key to the handcuffs, it would all be fabulous..but push against me now!"

But then he began getting excited and began moving further towards Sheila, who humped him back with her jeans, and all of a sudden he was leaning over her, straining his wrists against the cuffs as he rubbed his cock against the hard zipper of her black jeans.

"What the hell's going on here?" Heather asked, enraged as she burst into the bathroom. "I don't know, Heather—" Sheila looked flustered. "I was trying to be nice to him and now he's leaning all over me, it's real scary, he told me to take my shirt off, and now I think he's…it's weird." Sheila pretended to look rather terrified as she stared at Jeremy, who was amazed by her betrayal. "He-he actually had the nerve to kiss me and stuff his tongue in my mouth!" Sheila said to Heather with an astonished look on her face. "But-but you wanted…" Jeremy knew though, that it was no use.

"Well you disgusting pervert!" Heather grabbed Jeremy once again by the ear and brought him down the stairs two at a time, passing Simone, who was still relaxing with her brandy.

Heather stopped at the living room level, and gave Jeremy a brutal whipping with the Big Bad Strap and then pulled him down the next level of stairs to the cellar, which was a cold, dank place, and quite unheated.

 Heather opened the door to the basement and shoved Jeremy down the stairs, where he spent quite a cold night, huddled against his handcuffs, wondering at the cruelty of women!

Jeremy cowered and shivered on the cellar steps, his erection now at full length, as he thought of Sheila's tongue probing his mouth. What an evening he had been through! And though Jeremy tried to focus on Sheila's betrayal, that she'd basically set him up for Heather's punishment, all he could remember was Sheila's cleavage bulging out of the little blue bra,  and the way she'd brushed up to his chest, and his penis got harder and harder, in a sense a welcome distraction from the fact that he was sitting in an unheated basement in mid winter.

Jeremy turned around so he lay against the stairs and began rubbing his penis  on one of the steps, and this further distracted him from the cellar's chilliness.  Jeremy imagined he was fucking Sheila's little strawberry blond snatch; and he panted heavily. He knew he shouldn't attempt to to uch his penis without permission; but he was so erect and horny! Jeremy's dick, slick with precum rubbed against the stair as he imagined Sheila's lips kissing his own.

Jeremy had lots of practice rubbing his penis against various surfaces—many times when Heather, disappointed that Jeremy had gotten his seven or eleven with the dice would insist that Jeremy get himself off by rubbing his cock against the floor with his hands cuffed, or stroking it against a chair leg, like a dog would. Jeremy had gotten lots of splinters in his time trying to get a good orgasm this way!

Jeremy rubbed faster and faster, but tried not to go too fast…Heather would know if he'd cum, and she would put him through hell! His balls were incredibly full; not only had there been the intense sessions with Sheila, but Jeremy was teased incredibly nearly all the time!  Heather was just an evil and accomplished tease, and she had been teasing Jeremy nonstop since the last time the dice had fallen in his favor and he'd been allowed to spurt. (that time had been rubbing his cock against an open window ledge, thus having forced friction with his hands cuffed and having the agony of worrying that a passerby might call the police at the sight of a man sticking his dick out the window)

But since then, Heather had teased Jeremy constantly. She was no Sheila, but Heather's slightly chubby curves looked damned good in lingerie, and she often paraded in front of Jeremy in little frilly bodysuits and bikini underwear, rubbing her thong-ed buttocks against his imprisoned cock as he was doing the dishes most nights.

At work, Heather would call Jeremy several times a week, and he would hastily wolf his lunch so he could spend the hour in the bathroom stall listening to her whisper in  his ear through his cell phone. "Don't you wish I'd suck your dick, you miserable slave-scum, like I do the nice Jenkins boy who mows our lawn?" Heather would whisper wickedly. "My full lips running all  over the head of your cock, biting the foreskin and slurping it around, or you sucking on my tits while I blow you from beneath?"

 The fact that Heather had not given Jeremy a blowjob since their honeymoon made Jeremy even hotter as he'd listen to the cellphone and pull and stroke his balls, which were not covered by the chastity device. As Heather went on in her sexy voice, Jeremy would stroke his balls while his penis pushed and squirmed in vain against the curel confines of the chastity tube.

Recently, after Jeremy's secretary had been a part of the circle jerk, Heather had taken her in full confidence, and now every lunch hour, Jeremy's secretary would give poor Jeremy the key to his chastity belt, and he would be allowed to unlock himself and masturbate, pulling his dick rapidly with that nasty pink bathroom soap, which always left horrible rashes, while listening to his wife.

 "But remember hon, if you cum, it's all over for ya…." Heather was quite tough…did Jeremy enjoy it more in the bathroom listening to her evil voice going on when he could freely jerk off? Well, yes, but it was also such TORTURE since he couldn't cum. Even listening to Heather's warnings of what she would do to Jeremy if he did cum, seemed to turn him on. "I'll take your  pants down in the supermarket and whip your ass with a car radio ariel, and then stomp my heels in your balls until you whine and cry like the pathetic baby you are, and then I'll take you home and lock your balls in a vice while I switch your cockhead with stinging nettles…" It was hell trying not to cum while listening to the punishments for cumming there in the work bathroom stall.

And of course his co-workers often joked about how they'd hear Jeremy pant as he sat, lunch hour after lunch hour, in the stall with his trousers down at his knees, and how his bulge would be pronounced when he went back to work, and his secretary re-locked the belt, patting the balls to make sure they were still full "like a good boy"

Then, at night, Jeremy would come home, and after he'd done his chores and cooked Heather dinner and cleaned the kitchen, she'd order Jeremy to strip naked once again, taking off the chastity device, and making fun of the various rashes that the awful pink bathroom soap had left on his genitals. They'd sit down to watch TV together, Jeremy naked and cuffed beside Heather, or sometimes kneeling at her feet while her toes toyed with his cock. Then from the six o'clock news to the end of Letterman, Heather would casually stroke and toy with Jeremy's erection with either fingers or toes, through every commercial. Jeremy would barely be able to focus on the show itself, as he'd be waiting for the commercial to arrive.

Sometimes Heather would quiz Jeremy on whatever they'd been watching, such as the plot of "Law and Order" and if he couldn't answer well because he'd been staring in her cleavage as she toyed with his dick,  Heather would attach clothespins or binder clips to Jeremy's nipples, cock and balls and knock them off with her riding crop, and give him between 25 and 100 whacks with the Big Bad Strap, depending on how egregiously he'd guessed when figuring out the plot of whatever show it was.

So Jeremy was quite full semen wise…and he was obsessed, nay in love with Sheila!

Jeremy continued to rub his hard-on against the stairs, closing his eyes, thinking of Sheila, this beautiful woman who had entered his life. He knew she must like him just a little bit! He could see the compassion in her eyes, he thought. But really, could a woman love a man she felt sorry for? Jeremy pushed and rubbed his cock harder against the stairs and considered.

Suddenly there was a crack of light, the cellar door had opened! Was it Heather, taking pity on Jeremy? That wasn't Heather's style…when Heather was pissed Jeremy was banished somewhere.

The night she'd found his copy of "Leg Tease" magazine, Heather had locked him in her grandmother's steamer trunk for a weekend;  once or twice she'd confined him to their storage space that was rented from a warehouse, and Jeremy had had to huddle naked next to Heather's late mother's tied Oriental Rugs; many many nights Jeremy had been confined to the hall closet, and of course last summer had been spent confined on his hands and knees locked in that FUCKING dog kennel, trying to slap mosquitos who were having a feast on Jeremy's naked body!

"Jeremy? It's Sheila." Jeremy looked up, and the woman of his dreams, who he'd been obsessed with for three days stepped down the stairs. He seemingly forgot her betrayal in the shower room, the way she'd beaten him repeatedly, and just gazed up at her in complete fascination. "Are you okay, hon?" Sheila asked in her little voice.

 Jeremy could see even in the dark that she was clad in a tiny crinoline lingerie body suit. "I've come to rescue you from the cellar, babe." Sheila said as she sat down next to Jeremy. She gave Jeremy a full kiss on the lips and he breathed in tightly.

Oh yes, she loved him, she must. But to take him out of the cellar. "Did Miss Heather give you the okay on that?" God he didn't want Heather to get mad. She would take it out on Jeremy even if Sheila had the decency to defend her action, which from previous experience, Jeremy didn't think so. Sheila smiled, and kissed Jeremy again, and his cock grew tumescent. Her long nails closed on it as she ran her tongue around in his ear.

"What I think we should do is sneak to my room for the night, and then I'll put you back in the morning down here on the stairs." She kissed Jeremy deeply again and said "I'm real sorry I've been so mean to you,but I don't want to piss Simone or Heather off by letting them know that I've developed these weird feelings for you, Jeremy."

Jeremy's head was spinning. Weird feelings? Could this be true? Sheila led Jeremy up the stairs and through the house silently, her hand on his manacled elbow.

"I wish I could find the key to these handcuffs so I could release you." Sheila breathed, and her cleavage bounced in the tight lingerie bodysuit. In the light, Jeremy could tell that it was lime colored. "I want your hands on my breasts..but I guess that can't happen." Jeremy shook his head sadly. "But I can give you a little stimulation, as long as you don't cum, right? 'Cause she can tell, right?"

Jeremy nodded ruefully. "She can examine my balls and know exactly how much backlog is supposed to be there." Sheila cocked her head at Jeremy. "But would you still like a little bit of um, fun? Though it might be a little frustrating until you and I can think of a better solution, maybe in the future?" Jeremy was dazzled by the idea of a future solution with Sheila, who was one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen. He nodded vigorously, and Sheila giggled, and poured a bit of lube onto his rock hard penis as he lay back on his manacled hands.

Sheila took her time, moving her hand to slowly grasp Jeremy's cock very slowly, and he held his breath impatiently as he waited for her to begin stroking. "I really like you, Jeremy..and I think Simone and Heather are way, way too into this femdom thing."

Sheila began circling her fingers around Jeremy's cock , the French nails glistening with lubricant. "I mean, I like these games too,but you are such a nice guy, and you could do with a bit of pampering, don't you think?" Sheila moved the lubricant all over Jeremy's  stiff organ, finally making her fist go up and down. Jeremy bit his tongue, hoping she'd go a bit faster, but terrified he might cum.

With her other hand, Sheila began tormenting Jeremy's over-full testicles, pulling at them and tickling the underside of his scrotum, and Jeremy's hips rose to meet her wandering fingers. "Heather just is too tough." Jeremy said sadly. "I mean, this is fun, we both enjoy it, but sometimes she really goes way too far."

Jeremy's heart palpitated as Sheila gently turned him over on the bed and began running her smooth hands across his ass crack, tickling it a bit with her long nails and massaging the cheeks, still quite sore from the last whipping. "Oh you poor baby" she crooned. "These welts are so nasty. Heather really lays it on, doesn't she?" Jeremy coughed. "Well, she does have a mean streak—it turns me on and all,but she does go a bit overboard." Sheila shook her head sadly, and leaned up on Jeremy's chest, licking his nipples. "See, you don't deserve all that bad treatment, baby, you really don't…I love your tits, Jeremy, you aren't the only one obsessed with nipples, my son." She whispered as her tongue licked little rivulets around his chest and down his stomach.

Sheila's right hand, which was still caressing Jeremy's sore buns, reached through the legs to massage his very swollen balls while her left hand tickled the tip of his penis as she lay her head on his hip. Her fingernails raked the underside of his cock, and he bucked and gasped yet begged for more. "See, Heather just doesn't c-care for me that much, or maybe she doesn't understand me..you seem so understanding." Sheila looked very seriously at Jeremy. "I think I do." Could this be true? Could this lovely young woman be falling in love with him? She's married to a U.S. Congressman, Jeremy thought swiftly. Don't be a fool. But you make nearly eighty K and maybe she finds politicians boring.

Jeremy's eyes closed..he was in heaven as Sheila, noting that his penis slit was oozing precum gently took one finger and rubbed the preejaculate into the skin of the glans, and Jeremy thought he might lose his mind with desire. "Oh, that can't be true, Jeremy.  Sheila must love a hot guy like you." Sheila chuckled deep in her throat and moved back up Jeremy's chubby body, kissing his chest and then his neck. "You are just a great guy, and my priorities have changed so much. I am so glad I've gotten to know you."

Jeremy leaned into the phone in his office a couple of  days later, hoping and praying that Heather didn't answer it. What would he say? The night before had been so incredible, he thought.

Sheila had teased Jeremy to distraction, and then she'd ridden his cock to five or six orgasms, though of course Jeremy had had to hold off himself, and then she'd returned him to the basement at four a.m…leaving him lying against the stairs for about three more hours til Heather got up and came down and unlocked him.

For the next three nights, Sheila had requested Jeremy's services from Heather, but it had been much more intimate than mistress/slave, though Heather didn't know that. Jeremy had serviced Sheila, but Sheila had also given Jeremy several infuriating blowjobs..because once again, Jeremy couldn't cum!!!

 They'd had great talks about all sorts of things—their childhoods,their lives, and Jeremy really enjoyed Sheila...he was physically absolutely captivated by her, and felt they had a lot in common as well. "I really think you're much more than just a slave, Jeremy" Sheila had told him the night before. "I have these incredible feelings for you!"

 Now when Heather called him during the day for his bathroom cell phone tease session, her grating voice just irritated Jeremy, and he wanted no part of Heather...he just dreamed of Sheila!

Finally someone answered the phone. It was Sheila! "Hey Jeremy! , do you want to talk to Heather?"Sheila asked Jeremy. "No, no...Sheila, Simone and Heather are supposed to be taking you to a Scourge Society Seminar this weekend, but I was thinking, if you told them you had a relative in town somewhere, you and I could go to a little cabin that Sheila and I have in the woods...we could really work on getting to know each other better there, I was thinking."

 Jeremy's heart was pounding as he said this to Sheila, but they'd been so personal and loving, and she'd even told him she thought she loved him that morning at breakfast!

But he was terrified that Heather might be listening on the other line. She could be very angry if she was jealous, Jeremy knew that.

Once, they'd gone to swing with another couple, and Jeremy had just given the woman an appreciative look, and Heather had forced Jeremy to spend the evening kneeling alone in the corner while she and the other woman had partied with the one lucky husband! Jeremy had felt so horrible staring in the corner, not even allowed to see the other wife undressed...and of course Heather had made Jeremy undress before he knelt in the corner!

"So what do you think, Sheila? Do you want to give our love a test?" Jeremy asked eagerly. "It'll just give us time to enjoy each other without the whole mistress/slave femdom thing...of course I need some of that in my life, but not this weekend..." Sheila seemed to hesitate. "I think I'd like to, Jeremy, I know I would,but I feel so bad about taking you away from Heather."

Jeremy snorted contemptuously. "That bitch has cheated on me with so many different men, both my brothers, all my fraternity buddies, once she had two frat pals doing her while I was bound in a chair in front  of the bed. They kept throwing condoms at me. Fuck that bitch."

"Okay...I think you're right." Sheila said hesitantly. "I'll tell the girls that I am staying in town, and I actually do have an aunt in Muncie I could be seeing." They made it a date. They would go to the cabin Friday night and have a nice three day weekend. Jeremy was overjoyed!

The next couple of days were spent with Jeremy and Sheila exchanging secret grins and winks, and the pains and tortures Heather and Simone put him through didn't seem that important at all...even when Sheila gave Jeremy a vicious bare bottom whipping with a two by four in the back yard, he took it with a grin, knowing that she secretly loved him!

"Maybe we could get married" he told her hesitantly the night before they were supposed to drive up. Jeremy had done his hour of servicing Simone and then Sheila, and then he'd gone back to Heather's bed until she fell asleep..and then sneaked back to his beloved Sheila's bed again to talk and caress her. "Maybe..."Sheila said demurely. "You're so different from my husband the congressman. He's just such a pushy dork, and you're a man of science." Jeremy laughed. "And you are so much sexier and more interesting than Heather, who is a bitch and a moronic bimbo focused on People magazine and reality shows...you're amazing, Sheila"

They laughed like little children, and planned what could be their life together. Naming  the mythical children they could have, Jeremy held his beautiful Sheila in his arms, and she kept telling him how fabulous he really was! It was like a dream come true, he thought. "You seem like you're in an awfully good mood" Heather had kept saying to Jeremy suspiciously, and he had to just withhold his smile, and try to look submissive,but he could tell that this nightmare with her was soon to be over!

 On Friday night, Jeremy and Sheila said goodbye to Simone and Heather. "Now you two behave" Simone said mischeviously, and the two laughed self consciously, and got in the car about an hour later to drive up to the cabin in the woods. When they arrived, talking and giggling, Jeremy and Sheila took their bags into the cabin and opened the door, and the first image that met Jeremy's puzzled eyes was a muscular, tattooed biker type, sitting in  Jeremy's cabin armchair!

"Excuse me, this is a private house" said Jeremy to the leather guy angrily. "Did you break in here?" "Shut your miserable trap, you pantrywaist slave pig." The biker guy seemed to snarl this at Jeremy, and then said "Hey there Sheila darlin'." Sheila grinned as she came in behind Jeremy. "Hey there, Master Monty…I reeled in the fish just like you said I would." Jeremy started. Master Monty! He'd heard of this legendary master from some of their friends in the leather community. Why wasn't Sheila surprised to see this guy? What was this about " reeling in the fish" ? This was really weird. Master Monty looked up at Sheila as she bent over to give him a kiss. "Simone and Heather are in the back room with some of the fellows." Sheila kissed Monty again "Great I'll tell them we're here."

Jeremy was alarmed. "D-don't tell Heather we're here! But wait, I thought she was at a Scourge Society Seminar!" Monty laughed loudly. "Oh, we thought we'd bring the seminar here…it will be so much more interesting don't you think, scumbag?" Sheila gave Jeremy this pathetically contemptuous look, and went into the back room. Suddenly Heather came out of the room. "Darling, it's not what you think" said Jeremy, panicked. Ignoring him, Heather crossed over to the stereo tape player and inserted a cassette, and Jeremy's voice came booming out at the maximum decibel. "Sheila, you are so much sexier and more interesting than Heather, who is a bitch and a moronic bimbo focused on People magazine and reality shows...you're amazing, Sheila" Then there was a cut in the tape and then came "I never really loved Heather, you know? I just married her because it seemed right,but she's a lifeless cow next to you, Sheila, you're wonderful!"

Simone came out of the back room flanked by a couple more biker types  like Master Monty. "Well now, you're going to have your weekend of love, Jeremy, though it might not be the sort of weekend you anticipated with your intended." Sheila, who followed Simone out, bent over laughing. "Can you believe that pathetic geek thought that I would fall in love with HIM? My God, Simone, he was so pitiful…that fat little dork. Heather, you should leave Jeremy immediately…you could find more passion with Gary Coleman from "Diff'rent Strokes." Jeremy stood still, as if his feet had gone to lead. "Why are you just standing there?" asked Master Monty. "Strip, boy! You are going to service your masters and mistresses this weekend, son…and I hope you can learn to suck cock good!" And everyone laughed at poor Jeremy!

 

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