THE WOLF'S LAIR

A story of dominance and seduction

(MF, oral, NC, Mdom, Mm, sed, cons, bdsm, cuck)

by E.A. Grant

Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyrighted 2013 with all rights expressly reserved by its author unless explicitly granted.

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INTRODUCTION

Wolf fit perfectly into the setting� his setting, the consummate late-forties Alpha male.  Silver temples, handsome and self assured, manicured with a perfect Bahamas� tan.  He was dressed for the pool party that was still playing itself out on the patio, in an expensive designer�s limited edition, white on white polo shirt and cheap looking (but very expensive) shorts.  His feet were bare and tanned.  He stood at the foot of the stairway as he sipped his drink slowly looking around the rooms closest to the stairway.  Assured that he was alone and no one would remember seeing him going up the stairs, he placed the crystal glass down on the butler�s table and walked quickly, softly, up the stairway, the erotic excitement building in his blood.

He knew of course what room she was in, he had directed her husband to it.  She was drunk beyond understanding.  Wolf had made sure his bartender gave her �burners� that would put her down early.  He had watched her earlier in the evening� those pretty lips enchanted him.  She, he couldn�t remember her name, would be easy he thought and rape was his favorite sport.  He just mustn�t take too long or her husband might come looking.� That would never do.

The fourth door on the right down the long second floor hall was closed.  He listened and turned the knob slowly, softly, then closed it just as quietly behind him.  His bare feet were silent on the thick rug as he crossed the room and stood at the side of the bed.  There was just enough light coming in the window for him to see the sleeping woman in gray tones, one muted beam from the patio below sent a misty dust-filled ribbon of light over the center of the bed, her waist and her hips.  She was sleeping quietly.  She was pretty.� �Yes,� he thought, �very pretty.� Not beautiful, but pretty in the erotic sense, the desirable sense, the kind of pretty that gave men semi-hard erections before they realized it.  He stared at her sleeping lips, full lips, parted just a little.� Looking at her lips he knew what he wanted; he knew what he was there for.

He just happen to notice her shoes on the floor beside the bed. Wolf�s lips went dry as he picked up one looking back at her with a satisfied smile.  Smiling, smiling, smiling�� He smelled the shoe, the smell of leather, the smell of her sweat� sweet, weak female sweat, perfume for him.  Wolf pushed his shorts down and off and rubbed the shoe against his erection, then began to fondle the hardening cock.  Taking his time now he brushed her blouse covered tits with the back of his fingers the way an artist might touch a canvas with a favorite brush, almost afraid to spoil the naturalness of it.  In the dim light beam he lifted her skirt and drank in her gentle perfect curves� her panty hose� her white satin and lace panties.  But he didn�t have time for that now, maybe another time� maybe.  He moistened his dry lips while letting her skirt slip from his fingers.  Continuing to stroke himself, his eyes were drawn back to her face.� He looked back at her soft sensuous lips.  No-no-no, not her lips� his� his lips� if he decided he wanted them. 

Reaching down Wolf slid her legs off the bed and pulled her gently to a sitting position, her mouth slack from alcohol, her eye lids fluttered open for a moment then closed again, she sat up but somewhat unsteadily.  Wolf fondled her tits, first one then the other.  The fact that she seemed not to notice the liberty emboldened him.  Slowly Wolf ran his thumb across her sweet full lower lip, pulling her lip down and away a little, her saliva coated his thumb and ran into the palm of his hand, the feeling in his hand was amazing, like fire.� His cock now was as hard as it had ever been, it strained, and the head, blood rich began dripping pre-cum.

His hard manhood fortunately was at the same height as her mouth.  Wolf lifted one of her unresisting hands and wrapped it around his cock.  Like training a baby to walk, he started to move her hand under his, masturbating his organ slowly.

�You�re a good little bitch,� Wolf whispered to her in a rough dry voice. �Aren�t you, Sweetheart?�  He wished he could remember her Goddamn name.  �Do you like that big cock Baby?�  Her small hand felt like warm soft silk and now she was moving it without his hand directing hers.

�I know you like it,� he said assured.

�Kiss my cock little lady� kiss it for Wolf� kiss Wolf�s big hard cock. That�s your job tonight, Sweetie, to make Wolf�s cock happy.�  She didn�t move toward him. �Do it you little cunt,� he hissed as sexual energy and its unpredictability filled his body.  He flexed his hand ready to slap or beat.

Her eyes seemed to focus a little as her eye lids raised half way and she seemed to see him, but she didn�t speak.  Wolf pressed his cock head against her parted lips. She didn�t resist, nor did she help.  He pushed his cock back and forth over her mouth, coating her lips with his slippery pre-cum.� She just sat there passively.

�Open your fucking mouth, damn you.� Wolf was clearly getting upset and very excited, that excitement showed in his cock�s insistent, aggressive pressing at her lips.  �Fucking cunt.� I know you can hear me.� Open up.� Open up.� You are going to suck my cock, damn you.� Open.� 

Wolf pushed his thumb between her gums and cheek and pushed down on her lower jaw.  Then she slowly opened her mouth as if she hadn�t heard his orders, but was reacting helpfully to his thumb.  He pushed his cock into her soft, wet opened mouth.  Wolf filled her tender oral cavity with his meat, with his now throbbing flesh.  He could feel it all, her lips, her teeth, her tongue, and the inside of her mouth warm wet, tight, like her cunt, but better.  Her sad semi-conscious eyes looked up at him dead to understanding.  With his fingers laced in her hair he began to pull-push-pull-push her head to satisfy his need, an extremely, insistent, powerful need.  She didn�t choke or try to get away, and almost certainly didn�t know what was happening; silver drool slid from one corner of her mouth.  He face fucked her faster and faster, now with total wantonness, he lost control and abandoned all caution.  Wolf, eyes closed, gritted his teeth trying to hold back the inevitable flood of fluid,� pushed his cock deeper and deeper into her throat.  �Suck my cock you fucking cunt� suck it, suck it, suck it, oh ya� that�s it� that�s it you slut� do it� do it� Oh, God ya.�

Twice she had started to choke, but he had let her breathe a moment before he pushed himself into her mouth again.  Then he let go and came into her mouth and throat.  A flood of hot silver gray cum flooded and surged into her mouth and throat, globs shot out in large thick burst.  He came and came holding her face tight to his pelvis with the full length of his manhood rammed into her.  She had started to resist, then even seemed like she might gage, but he wouldn�t let her free herself until he was done.  Somehow she managed� breathing through her nose perhaps, to swallow everything except for what small bit escaped via one corner of her mouth and dripped in long strings onto her blouse.

Still she didn�t seem aware of where she was.  Wolf�s cock slid from her mouth.  He took deep breaths relaxing, realizing for the first time how much he was sweating, how fast his heart was racing.  Moments later Wolf wiped his cock across her face and finished drying it with her hair. Lastly he lifted her feet back onto the bed and laid her back down.  Her eyes, half open looked unseeing at Wolf then closed.  His cum glistened on her lips and across her cheek. Wolf smiled down on her as he pulled up his shorts.  On an impulse he took one of her red shoes and left the room.  Getting back to his party before he was missed was now his priority.  He knew this wouldn�t be the last time he would see this woman.

*****

�Hi, Mom!� I�m home!�  The thirteen year old hung his football jacket in the back hall and moved into the kitchen where he opened the refrigerator, apparently magically drawn to it by a perpetual teenage hunger.

�Hi, Honey,� came a voice from upstairs, �Supper is in the micro-wave; just put it on two minutes.�

�Cool,� Billy said, not loud enough for her to hear.  Taking a half-empty quart carton of milk he walked into the TV room and turned on the sports news, sat in his father�s chair and drank.  

A minute later Becky came walking quickly into the room still buttoning her blouse.  �Billy eat your supper, don�t just drink milk.�

Billy watched a long list of baseball scores not turning to his mother.  �O.K. Mom� I�ll get it in a minute.�

�Don�t forget � eat.� I have to get going; I�m going to be late for work, Honey,� she kissed her son on the cheek. �Tell your dad his dinner is in the frig.  He�ll have to heat it like yours, but he won�t be home till ten or so.�

Becky was the night manager (men�s wear), at the local twenty four hour Wal-Mart and wouldn�t get home till after two AM.� She really didn�t have to work, but did so to save money for Billy�s collage fund.  If asked, she would also admit privately that she liked working away from the house and meeting new people. 

Her husband, Gary, was a soft spoken, almost timid, thirty year old.  Husband and wife were the same age.   Gary had gotten Becky pregnant in their senior year in high school.  She had been three months pregnant when they were married.  Baby Billy had been born two months before Gary left for college.  Both parents of the couple had helped.  Becky lived at home and Gary�s folks helped support the baby while Gary was in school.  When he graduated they moved into their own small apartment.  They were very much in love, but completely inexperienced about all things sexual.  Tummy to tummy wife-on-bottom was getting boring after fourteen years.  They had never even suggested oral sex to one another.  Both assumed that the other would consider oral sex repugnant and perverted and both would have been right about their partner�s reaction.

Gary worked at Croll Management Consultants as an efficiency expert.  The company occupied the entire twenty-second and twenty-third floor of a downtown skyscraper.  He had risen slowly, but steadily, to a mid-management position and considered himself fortunate and secure in his job.  Gary liked his work and was well for it.    

Gary�s boss was the company owner, Alex Wolfgang Croll; friends called him Wolf.  That first night, when Gary and Wolf talked together for the first time, was the night Gary liked to think of as the game changer.  He had been working overtime, and it was almost ten when he pushed himself away from his desk stretched, yawned, and stood up, time to go.

�Working a little late aren�t you, Gary?  Glad I found you.�  It was Mr. Croll.� Gary hadn�t known Wolf was still working.  Wolf himself had planned carefully what to say to his timid little pencil pusher employee.

�Oh!  Mr. Croll, I thought you had left.  Yes, I just had to do some back checking on the Bliss account, everything is fine, thank goodness.�

�Good, I�m pleased to hear that.� I didn�t expect a problem, your work is always perfect.  I really wanted to ask you if you and your wife had a good time at the pool party last month.  I�ve been away most of the time since.�  Wolf still couldn�t remember the blasted woman�s name.  He had to ask his assistant who she had come with and found that she was the wife of one of his trusted employees, Gary Boils, right in the main office.  He couldn�t remember even talking to Gary before, but he may have.  For the most part he dealt with Gary�s office boss.  The party had been a celebration of the conclusion of the most profitable year in the company�s twenty year life.  All main office employees and their spouses had been invited.  Only one had caught Wolf�s attention.

�Oh my,� yes, sir � Yes sir, we both enjoyed ourselves very much and I�m pleased to have the opportunity to thank you.  We both had a wonderful time.�

�Your wife is a delightful lady Gary� I�m embarrassed to say I don�t remember her name.�

�Her name is Rebecca, Sir.  Everyone calls her Becky.�

�Yes, of course, Becky.� How could I forget,�  Wolf said glad to have that settled.

�I�m afraid to say, Mr. Croll, that she had a bit more to drink than she should have.  You were kind enough to let her lie down in one of your bedrooms.  She was very embarrassed the next day.�

�Oh yes, I remember, Gary.  The bartender was mixing drinks very strong. I�ve had to warn him about that before, you know.  Dear�� I hope she doesn�t hold that against me.  Was she all right when you woke her up?  I do hope she wasn�t too sick.�

�Oh, now don�t you worry, Mr. Croll, not a bit.  It was her fault for drinking; she seldom does.  Truth was she did need a little help getting to the car, but one of your maids helped.  Becky did manage to lose one of her red shoes, but who knows where.  The maid said she would call us if she found it.  I gave her my number, but she never called.�

�Oh my, that�s too bad.� Next time she�ll have to drink water or Coke.�  Wolf laughed mildly. �I�m glad to find you here, Gary.� Frankly, I have something very important to talk to you about.�

The serious change in tone of Wolf�s voice alarmed Gary.  �I hope there is no problem, Mr. Croll.� Everything is in order and up to date I believe.�

olf almost laughed when he saw the frightened look on Gary�s face.  �Oh, never fear, Gary.� There is certainly nothing wrong with your work.  In fact it is exemplarily, quite fine, just wonderful, Gary.  But that is what I want to talk to you about.�  Wolf lit a cigar (there was no smoking in the office), taking his time.

�Talk to me about what, Sir?�  Gary could feel his hands sweating and he wiped them slowly on his paints.

�Yes!� I have a new job to offer you, but I would like to involve your family as well as you.  Do you have children?  Boys?  Girls?�

�One boy, Sir. Billy�s a good boy; he�s thirteen.�

�Wonderful! Congratulations! I would like to meet with the three of you and explain my offer to you.  Perhaps I could come by your house tomorrow evening and talk to you as a family.  Do you think that would be possible?�

�Oh, I�m sure that will be fine.  Why don�t you come to dinner? Becky is a great cook.  It would be our honor.�

�Aw� hate to impose� but sure, why not?� What time do you suggest?�

�Seven I think would be good.�  Gary was trying to think if tomorrow was Becky�s day off.  She might have to get it off if not.  �Is that alright?�

�That�s perfect, Gary.  And listen, anytime there is no one else around in the office, and of course in your home please, just call me Wolf.�  He knocked off an ash into Gary�s empty coffee cup and they shook hands. �Tomorrow then� and a new adventure begins.�  He smiled remembering those perfect lips on the face of Gary�s wife as they surrounded his cock.  He hoped she didn�t remember too much.

*****

Two years before, Becky and Gary�s lives had changed dramatically and irreversibly.  There had been no reason for what happened that night.  It wasn�t the result of any conscious desire or (as far as anyone could tell), any sub-conscious desire.  But it turned out to be as welcome to their private sex life as a cool breeze on a hot day; truly a gift from the gods. 

She had related the events to Gary that night with a strange unaccountable feeling of guilt.  She almost felt she had done something wrong, something bad, though she couldn�t imagine why anyone would think the attack her fault.  Becky had to wake Gary as soon as she got home after two A.M..� She never could have slept without sharing it with him.  Becky liked the word sharing; it was a good Christian word, a church word, so she shared.� It took him a few minutes to concentrate on what she was trying to tell him.  The glass of water she gave him helped.

�You won�t believe what happened tonight, Gary.  I don�t believe it.  He didn�t hurt me, no, not really, but I was really scared, really, really scared.  Mr. Bailey, the department manager said I was lucky it wasn�t worse.� Oh, dear, I�m still scared.  Then� he just disappeared. Mr. Bailey walked me to the car.  Gosh, Gary, I didn�t know what to do.�  She rattled it all out in seconds, her small hands shaking, lips quivering and a questioning helpless look on her face.  One other thing was bothering her, a strange feeling, a tickle.  But she couldn�t put her finger on it.  It was a shadow in the back of her mind.

�Stop, Becky.� Talk slowly.� Now what happened?  What are you talking about?  You�re not making any sense.�  Gary put the glass down and put his arms around his wife who was sitting next to him on the edge of the bed.  �Start at the beginning, Honey and just tell me what happened.  Did you have an accident?�

Becky realized she wasn�t making sense.  �I�m sorry� let me�� deep breath, �let me start again.  Tonight at the store a man grabbed me.  I still can�t believe it.  I walked into the changing room to shut off some lights just before I was to leave and when I turned around he was there, he grabbed me, it was dark.  I was trapped there in the back changing room.�   

�Oh, no, Becky!� Good god!  But he didn�t hurt you did he?�

�Well kind of�. I mean, no, not exactly.�  She bit her lip, then watching carefully for his reaction she looked at her husband and added, �But he kissed me.�

�Kissed you?�  Gary looked at her surprised, but he didn�t seem upset, confused maybe, but not upset. �Kissed you?�

�Yes� kissed me.  He pushed me against the wall.  I was so scared, I couldn�t even scream. I begged him not hurt me.�  She was relieved that Gary didn�t seem to be blaming her or even getting angry.  �I pushed him away as best I could, but he was strong.  I did stop him from, well� getting what he wanted.�� She suddenly wished she hadn�t started down this path of explaining.� �I mean� I kept his hands away from, you know, down there.� He tried, but I wouldn�t let him touch me there.�

Little by little she told him the story of the whole assault.  Once he knew that his wife hadn�t been hurt, Gary never really seemed to get mad.  It had lasted, as best she could figure about four or five minutes, but felt like hours.  She never explained why in all that time she hadn�t been able to attract someone�s attention.  Actually retelling the story to Gary now was kind of a turn on for her she realized.

Gary was pleased that Becky not only wasn�t hurt, but just as important, she wasn�t freaking out.� He began to relax.  Now she didn�t really seem that upset either. He guessed rightly that she had been afraid to tell him about it because he might have blamed her.  How dumb of him would that have been?  The story itself was actually quite stimulating, so he carefully asked for more details without sounding enthusiastic.

�He kept kissing me, Honey, his tongue was in my mouth and his hands were� well� everywhere.� I mean everywhere.� It was awful, Gary, just awful.  He pushed against me the wall the entire time; he pushed and pushed against my tummy.  Then at the end he just held me close for a minute; kissed me hard and well� just walked away.  I think he climaxed.  I didn�t know what had happened or what to do.� It took me a minute to straighten my clothes.� He had pulled my blouse out of my skirt and� and well, some other things.� Then I went looking for Mr. Bailey to tell him I had been assaulted.  He called security, but they never caught him.�  She welcomed Gary�s arm around her.

�Just as long as you�re okay, Sweetheart, I guess you�ll just have to try to forget it.  He kissed her forehead in his regular gentle way.  Get into your pajamas and you can tell me again about everything that happened.�

�Okay, Honey.�� Becky kissed his cheek and then she noticed�Gary had an erection�a big one, and it wasn�t Saturday.  She looked at him, then at his erection then at him.  He looked embarrassed.

�Uh, sorry Becky, I don�t want you to get hurt, but� the truth is� the story made me, uh,� horny.�

�You mean you don�t care that the man touched me?�  She raised an eyebrow, smiled and asked him, but without any recrimination in her soft, sweet voice.

�Well, it wasn�t very nice of him to touch you like that.� But as long as you didn�t get hurt, there was no real damage done, was there?  I hope you don�t take this the wrong way, Honey, but to tell you the truth, Becky, the idea of him feeling you up is� in a way� exciting.�

�Well, no� no real damage at all, I guess.  But I would think a husband wouldn�t be happy about some other man feeling up his wife,�  she replied in a conversational tone, afraid that he would hear in her voice her pleasure that he liked the idea of another man touching her.  She undressed, modestly keeping her back to Gary as usual, pulling on her pajama bottoms and then the top.  �Still, you�re right; no damage done.  And he was a good kisser��  She giggled then glanced at him when she said that to see if she had gone too far.  But he just smiled at her pleased.  She started to button her pajama top. 

Then Becky began swearing, �Holy fucking shit!� Becky�s swearing startled Gary as she never swore.� He thought that the outburst was directed at him. �That son of a bitch!� 

�What�s wrong, Becky?�

�Look�, she said turning toward him, exposing her tits in the lighted room.

At first he didn�t see it, but she walked closer to him and he did.  A bright blue/red spot�a lover�s hickey.

�Look what he did!� I don�t remember him doing that at all.�  In just moments Becky�s anger turned to humor looking at the hickey more as a reward, a merit badge.  Her frown changed to a smile.

Becky seldom exposed herself to her husband in the light so seeing her ample tits and raised nipples, it now pleased him. He also saw the change in her expression.

�That will take days to go away,� she continued with her smile. �Heck, I can even see a few teeth marks.�  

�You didn�t tell me he had you undressed, Becky.�

�He didn�t undress me, Gary, but he pulled my blouse out and then he pushed my bra up.  His hands and his mouth were busy, very busy, I can tell you.  He even had a hand down the back of my panties some of the time.�

Gary was beginning to get the idea that his wife didn�t object to the assault any more than he did.  Using a non-threatening, non-incriminating, fatherly tone Gary asked, �Tell me the truth Becky; did he suck on your nipples?� 

�Yes.� Yes, he did.  Are you angry?�

�No, not at all.  But did you try to stop him?�

She hesitated a moment while she assessed Gary�s reactions.� �Not very hard� No, not really,� she answered in a soft girlish tone.� Once again she watched for his reaction. Pleased with his smile and the glint in his eyes she declared, �It felt good, Honey.� 

�It didn�t sound like you tried to stop him at all, so I�m glad it felt good for you.  Did he pinch your nipples too?� 

Hesitation again but she answered with more confidence,  �I�m sorry to say, Gary� ,ya, he did and � that felt really good too.�

�Good for you.  I don�t blame you, Honey, it must have been exciting.  What else did he do?�

Now she knew they were enjoying sharing the experience.  �He pulled my skirt up in back and got his hands inside my panties and rubbed and squeezed my butt a lot.� 

�You didn�t try to stop him while he did that, did you, Honey?�  Now it had turned into a game, questions and answers were turning both of them on. 

�No, I didn�t, Gary.� It just felt like heaven.  Imagine a stranger�s hands all over my bare ass� God, Gary, it was fantastic. I hope you�re not mad at me for saying this.�

�Hell, no!� I�m not mad.� You know what?� Wish I could have seen it, Honey.�  Gary had slid his cock out of his pajamas exposing himself, another first for the couple, then he began to rub his hard-on while they talked. �What else?� 

She now realized looking at his hard cock that she could say what happed without fear.  �Well, he never took his penis out of his pants, but he pushed against me like we were making love��� like intercourse.  I could feel his penis through his pants and it was big, Gary.  It was amazing,� Honey� I actually felt him climax.  He kissed me once again and then he just left.�  Becky sat back down next to Gary on the edge of the bed; she stroked his dick for him, she had never done that with the lights on or off.

Gary turned to her, �I�m really glad it happened, Becky.� Now, why don�t we get into bed naked, turn out the lights and you can tell the whole story over and over again and you can pretend I�m the stranger if you like.

All that had happened two years ago, they had played the game of being raped at least once a week for that two years, and loved every minute of the game.  Eventually in her stories they added more men, forced blowjobs and more.  What should have been a terrible trauma turned out to be just plain good sex for both of them.

*****

Becky was beside herself.  Gary�s boss was coming to dinner.  She really had never talked to him,� just a hello when they had gone to the company celebration a month before.  She blushed remembering how drunk she had been.

Gary had suggested that they cook on the patio BBQ grill  and eat in the dining room, chops or chicken breast with Gary�s secret sauce.  Becky checked her list, salad (check), fresh rolls (check), vegetable (check), second vegetable (check), dessert (check), wine (check), she couldn�t think of anything she had missed.

The chimes rang at exactly seven� show time!

Gary brought Wolf into the living room where Becky was waiting.  Gary introduced him, �Becky this is my boss, Mr. Croll.� Wolf this is my wife, Becky.�

�My pleasure Mrs. Boils.� Please these might need a little feminine attention.�  He handed Becky a bouquet of mixed flowers for the table.  Then turning to Gary he said, �Remember, Gary, in all informal occasions please call me Wolf.�

�Oh, these are beautiful Mr. Cr�,� she caught herself, �Wolf.  Excuse me. I�ll put these in some water.�

Gary mixed before dinner drinks and Wolf made himself at home.  They had just about run out of the everyday mundane, polite conversation when Billy came down stairs and was introduced to Wolf.

Wolf rose to shake hands and size up this last member of the family, the one he hadn�t already accounted for.  He had had his personal department investigate both Gary and Becky thoroughly and was sure he knew them very well, he even knew about the attempted rape two years before. Married young, pushed together too soon, inexperienced in the ways of the world etc.  Not an unusual situation.  But now he was amazed to find the thirteen year old to be a pleasant, apparently bright, but surprisingly aggressive/positive boy.  Un-like his parent�s passivity, Billy was a rare alpha male.  

�Well, this is perfect folks.� Sitting again, Wolf put his drink aside.  �You must be curious about why I asked to meet with you.  Of course you probably have guessed that it has something to do with Gary�s job and it does.  What you may not know, Becky and Billy, is that Gary is one of my favorite and most professional employees.�  He paused as Becky sitting on the couch with Gary smiled at her husband, took his hand, squeezed it and patiently waited.

�So this is the proposition I have for you.  I have purchased a new business on the west coast and need a trustworthy, competent person to keep tabs on it for me.  What I propose is for Gary to fly to the coast twice a month to review the records.  I really can�t afford to lose him from this office, so he would still be here most of the time.  Now this is the part you might like.  I plan to offer Gary a fifty percent increase in his pay and of course all expenses involved I would pay.  If all works out well, and I hope it does, that will increase to double what he is making now.  Of course, he will have to sign a one year contract� I have that with me.�

�The problem� I�m sure you knew there would be one, is that he will be away from home what will amount to a week a month.� That might be a strain on the family.  He will be gone two, three days and week-ends a month.�  Wolf looked from one to another as he finished.

�Oh ,Mr� I mean, Wolf,� stammered Becky, �I don�t think that is an impossible problem.  What do you think, Gary?�  Becky had spoken up first, Wolf had guessed she might.

�This is all so new, Wolf,� Gary added trying to conceal his excitement. �But I don�t think the traveling is a deal breaker.� I sure we can work around it.�

�Good! I had hoped it wouldn�t be a huge problem.  Have I left anything out?�  He looked at Billy who was staring at him in an un-satisfied, serious way, then having decided something, shrugged his shoulders in a qualified approval.  Billy knew intuitively that something was missing � something strange was happening and he didn�t know what it was.  He felt Wolf�s positive magnetism and liked the man, but wasn�t sure he trusted him.

�Oh, one more thing to make it as easy as possible for Gary to be away.  If there is any problem at all that pops up, just call my secretary and she will take care of it immediately.  You know, if you need a plumber or electrician or some fast cash or to have a driver pick up Billy. Whatever it is, you won�t be alone.�  This last statement he directed at Becky.  �I expect that we will all grow a lot closer.� 

Finished Billy and his father went out to the patio to begin BBQ�ing the chops and chicken.  Wolf looked at Becky for a minute while she wondered what she should say.  He smiled in a strange way that somehow reminded her of someone else, a shadow in her brain, she couldn�t really identify. 

�I hope you don�t mind me saying so, Becky, but you have the figure of a much younger woman� quite delightful.�  He smiled while his eyes unashamedly moved over her body.

Nervously she moved the hem of her dress down to cover her knee.  �Thank you for the compliment, Wolf, even if it is undeserved.� 

�Oh, it�s deserved my dear.  You were the loveliest lady at the party.�  He looked, not for the first time that night at her lips.  �I hope we are going to become good friends�� better than good friends.  In fact, I think I must insist on it.�

The implication was clear, and Becky wasn�t sure how to handle it.  For one thing he was a very interesting man, but of course she was married.  �I�m sure we will be friends, Wolf.  It will be reassuring to know that there is someone I can call in an emergency.�

�I�ll be checking on you myself, Becky.� Please be certain to take the calls, won�t you.�

Becky gave him a nervous smile.  He was demanding and she didn�t find that offensive at all, rather fascinating in fact, ,so different from Gary.  Nothing else was said as Gary brought in the platter full of grilled food.  �Let�s go everyone; foods getting cold.�  Gary didn�t notice the strange expression on his wife�s face, perhaps confused-pleasure would be one way to describe it.

At the dinner table the conversation was pleasant and casual.  Wolf learned that Billy very much enjoyed photography and video filming.  He wondered if Billy found his parents a bit submissive, to compliant and obedient to authority.  He would test him.

�You know, Billy, we have a whole department just for photography and video for advertising.  It�s a particularly first class video department.  If you would like to come over to the company tomorrow, I�ll make sure you get shown around.�

�Hay, that�s cool!� I�ll definitely be there.  Did you hear that, Mom?� Real professional stuff.�  He smiled at Wolf.  He didn�t know who this strange man was, but he liked him.  To Billy he seemed to be very sure of himself and he liked that.

�That�s nice of you to let Billy look around,� Gary said with a thankful look.  �He has loved taking picture since he was seven or eight.�

Only minutes later as Becky stood next to Wolf (to cut a pie for dessert), Wolf ran his hand over her calf.  Her hand with the knife stopped for a second, but then continued dividing the pie.  She was standing close enough to the table so that she hoped no one noticed his hand.  Slowly Wolf�s hand moved up her thigh as high as he dared, high enough to learn that she was wearing panty hose.  She never moved or acknowledged his advance.

A minute later Becky had moved away and was serving coffee.  Wolf started off the new after-dinner conversation.  Looking at Gary he began, � It seems to me women certainly try hard to attract men with the way they dress, don�t you think so, Gary?�

The new conversation caught Gary off guard and he tried to catch up.  �Gee, Wolf, I guess I haven�t thought about that.  But now that I do think about it� I think you�re right.  Yes� yes � definitely they do dress for men I imagine.� 

�What do you think, Becky?�  Wolf looked across the table at her and smiled.

�Well, yes, I guess they do dress for men.� They certainly don�t dress for each other.�  She sipped her coffee holding the cup delicately with the fingers of both hands.  She smiled but only nonchalantly over the rim of the cup with no-commitment eyes.

�I imagine that is true,� Wolf went on lightly,. �I�ll tell you one thing.  The man that invented panty-hose should be shot.� He once again glanced at Becky. �I like the old fashioned nylons and garter belts.� It makes a woman, a woman.�� With a smile, he glanced to his right at Billy adding, �But I think the conversation is getting a little adult for young ears.� ��

Lastly Wolf took out the contract on the table.  �Well, Gary, it looks like you have a new job unless there is an objection.

�It�s fine with me,� Gary said.  �Okay, Becky?  Billy?�

Billy shrugged his shoulders; Becky flashed a cool look at Wolf, but then said clearly,  �Yes, dear, it�s fine.�  The contract was signed in triplicate.  Wolf kept two copies, one for him, one for the office and handed one to Gary. 

The dinner finished, Billy and his dad went back to the patio to clean and put away the grill.  Wolf took dishes to the kitchen where Becky was rinsing them and putting them in the dish washer.  Silently coming up in back of Becky he pressed into her, his cock pressed into her back in a way that it couldn�t be mistaken for anything else.  She froze in place not moving, his hands slid slowly up her sides, then grasped and fondled her tits.  Bending to her ear he whispered, �I�ll be calling you this week-end when Gary leaves.  Gary doesn�t know he�s leaving yet.�  He kissed her ear lobe.  �Don�t forget � no panty hose� ever.�  He kissed and nipped at her ear lobe again and left the room.  A few minutes later he said his goodbye to everyone and left.

That night Gary and Becky had a wonderful two hours of sex.  They played their regular sex game, but over the two years it had expanded to include rape and included some old male friends.  Gary got off on the idea of the old friends in general, but especially the story about Becky�s girlfriend�s dad that fucked her in high school.  All the stories of course were imaginary except for the original one about the man from the dressing room and even that had been expanded to include her being tied up.

�You really like it when I talk about men having sex with me, don�t you, Gary.�

�You know I do, silly. We have been playing this game for two years, and I love it and all the pictures it puts in my mind.�

�Well, I like the thoughts just as much as you do and it certainly has made a big difference to our sex life.�  Becky was quiet for some minutes thinking what to say next.  She wasn�t nearly finished.  Gary was drifting with thoughts of the last story still in his brain.

�What would you say if I told you I wanted to do it in real life. Would you be mad?�  She lifted herself onto her elbow to look at him.

�What do you mean, Honey?� Fuck someone else?�  He had thought of that many times, but never had the courage to mention it.  He opened his eyes and looked at her.

�Yes, Gary, of course I mean fuck someone.� What else could I mean?  I would still love you and Billy of course, but it might be fun to see what it is like.  How would you feel?  I bet you have thought of it, haven�t you.�

�Ya, I have, a lot. I was afraid to mention it though.�  He saw that she was serious so he would have to answer her.  �I would love to know someone else is fucking you, Becky.� Don�t ask me why.  It�s just a feeling I have.  Are you mad I said that?�

She looked away for a moment digesting what he had said.  �Are you sure you wouldn�t be jealous, Gary?  I would never do anything to make you unhappy.�

�I�m absolutely serious, Honey.� Actually I would like to be in the same room watching if that were possible.  That would be so hot, Becky.�

�Okay.� That seemed to end the confusion in her mind, but she added, �I think Wolf wants to fuck me, Gary.  He has such a strong personality and� he made it pretty clear.�

�Ya, I figured as much. I could see it in his eyes when I introduced you.  That�s why I left you alone with him.  And I saw him feeling you up while you were cutting the pie.  It gave me a huge hard-on.�

*****

Billy didn�t know how he felt about this Wolf character.  He was only thirteen but he wasn�t three and he knew the guy liked his mother.  While he and his farther were putting away the grill, he had seen Wolf and his mother at the kitchen sink.  He saw Wolf behind his mom hug her and even touch her boobs.  And then he had whispered something to her or kissed her ear or both.  The thing was, he was sure his dad had seen it too, but  Billy hadn�t said a word, neither had his dad.  Grownups confused him sometimes.  Of course he knew his mom had a great body and was very pretty, men were always looking at her.  His friends all thought she was hot.  He himself wished he could see her with no clothes on, but seeing her with another man, that made him feel funny.  He guessed he just didn�t understand.

But Wolf had offered to show Billy around the photo/video department at the company headquarters, and he wanted to see it, so he forgot what he had seen.� First thing Wednesday, he had shown up at the headquarters just as Wolf had told him to do.

He spent over an hour looking at all the cameras and new wireless stuff while the manager of the department explained what everything was used for.  Wolf was very friendly as he led Billy around.  When they were done Wolf invited Billy to have an early lunch in the company cafeteria.

It became increasingly clear to Wolf that Billy was made of a different stuff than his parents; he had guessed that at dinner, an alpha male like himself he was sure, so he would have to be handled differently, more of an equal.

�Billy, I think you can see that I like your parents very much.  Your dad is an excellent worker and your mom� well, she is very nice.�  He watched Billy as he ate his sandwich, his eyes on Wolf.

�I know you like them� a lot, Mr. Croll.�

�Call me Wolf, Billy.  How did you know I liked them that much?�

�Well, you gave my dad that big raise and a new job.  And I saw you and mom through the kitchen window when dad and I put the grill away.�

Wolf was startled for a moment. Then he realized that the family would all know soon enough, so what did it matter.  What was important was Billy�s reaction and it seemed rather matter of fact.  �Well, there was that, wasn�t there?�  He put his napkin down and looked at Billy with hard eyes. �I expect that your mother and I are going to become good close friends.  I�m sure your father will accept the situation.  The only question is how you feel about it?�

�Wolf� it�s none of my business.  It�s up to my parents. Whatever they want is fine with me.�  He looked back at Wolf with just as hard eyes.� Then he smiled adding, �She is pretty, isn�t she?�  With that said, Billy continued to smile at Wolf, and Wolf knew he had a new friend.  

�You little shit,� Wolf said jokingly. �You know damn well what�s going on.� Don�t you?  Let�s shake on it.�  Billy felt that by shaking hands with Wolf, he and Wolf were somehow co-conspirators and the association felt good to him.

�Well, now that we have that settled, come with me. I have a surprise for you.�  They left the cafeteria and walked to Wolf�s corner office.  Once in his office Wolf handed Billy a package and in it Billy found a new high quality digital camera.

�It will take pictures almost in the dark, Billy.  I�m sure you�re going to love it.  There is a booklet that tells you all the in and outs and anything else you need to know, you can call my manager in the photo section if you get stuck.�  Wolf enjoyed Billy�s excitement as he looked over the camera.

�This is great, Wolf! Really great! I don�t know how to thank you enough.�

�Well, if you really want to thank me, Billy, there is one thing you can do for me.  Take some pictures for me, that�s all.

�Pictures?  I don�t understand.  What kind of pictures?� Wolf just looked at Billy and smiled.  He hoped the boy was smart enough to know.  He just continued to smile at Billy for some seconds. �You want pictures of my mom don�t you?�

As a matter of fact Wolf didn�t need any nude pictures of Becky.� That would come in time and more than just a few snapshots.  But he wanted to form an alliance with Billy, a confederate to do other questionable things together, to have their own little secrets and plans.  But would Billy work against the interest of his father as Billy saw them?

�Yes, that�s right.  I would like to get some pictures of her for my collection.�  Wolf went to his desk and opened a bottom draw, taking out a picture album.

�I can get all the pictures you want, Wolf.  She is around the house all the time until she has to go to work.�  He looked at Wolf expecting a smile.

�Well, Billy, I don�t mean pictures around the house with her clothes on.�  He looked at Billy�s surprised face, �But maybe this is expecting too much from you, you�re her son.� And I keep forgetting you�re only thirteen.  Maybe we should just forget it.�  Wolf looked disappointed and turned away from Billy. 

�Gosh, I don�t mean to disappoint you, Wolf.  Hell, I would like to see her with no clothes on myself!�

�Would you really, Billy?�

�Ya, really.� Hell, yes! I think about that a lot.�

�I�m beginning to think you�re a little old for your age, Billy. I bet you do think about your mom�s big boobs don�t you.�

�Sometimes� Ya.�

�Tell me true, Billy, do you think about your Mom while you play with your dick?�

Billy, a little embarrassed, now still looked Wolf in the eyes and answered, �Sometimes� yes.�

�In that case, I have another present for you.�  Wolf opened his top desk draw and handed Billy a small cigarette sized box.

Inside Billy found a tiny camera painted flat black, half the length of a cigarette, along with a small chunk of soft black plastic clay, an instruction book and what looked like a flash drive but wasn�t. 

�This is some really neat stuff, Billy,� Wolf started to explain, �the newest on the market.  You just have to hide this tiny camera in your mom�s bedroom somewhere up high.  Just stick the clay anywhere you decide, maybe a corner, then simply push the camera into the clay.   You have to put this card in any open USB port on your PC� go to �computer� and click on the new installation.  You�ll see your mom�s room perfectly, no wires, no problems.  You might have to adjust the camera a little, but once adjusted it will stay.  You can watch her undress, or see anything else that happens there.  Then you save and download everything.  Just make me a disk copy and I�ll have something to jerk off with too.�

�Here are some pictures another friend took for me of another lady, Billy, have a look�.  He showed Billy the book he had taken out earlier.

Billy looked at Wolf�s pictures of a woman who evidently didn�t know she was being photographed as she sucked someone�s cock.  Wolf turned the pages while a fascinated Billy watched.  Women giving blowjobs, woman being fucked and women with other woman, lots, and lots of women.

Billy could feel his dick getting warm and hard as he looked at the collection.  He had seen porn on the web, but these pictures were so much more real.  Then he heard the zipper on Wolf�s pants and glanced at his new friend, Wolf exposed a big hard cock.  �Have you ever seen a grown man�s hard-on, Billy?�

Billy was fascinated and a little frightened at Wolf�s exposed  manhood, but didn�t answer for a moment or more.  �No.� No, I never have seen a big one like that,� he tried to sound like it was no big deal. �Except in pictures.�

�Do you like it, Billy?�

�Ya, I guess so.� It�s so big.�

�Touch it, Billy� I want you to touch it.� Put your hand around it and pull it like you were jerking me off.  It won�t bite you, I promise.�  Wolf gave Billy a friendly smile while he rubbed his dick pointed toward Billy.

Billy was confused and didn�t touch Wolf�s cock for a minute.� He had a real sexy feeling about it, he wanted to, but he wasn�t a fag, he was torn.             

Wolf pressed the idea, �You want to be friends don�t you, Billy, and have secrets between us and some special secrets about your mother?  Friends have to trust one another.�

Wolf waited for a minute and then said �Put your hand around my cock, boy.�  Then in a hard cold voice that sounded like he expected to be obeyed Wolf said, �Do it � do as I say, boy.  If we are going to be friends, you have to learn to do as you�re told.�

�I want to be friends, Wolf.� I don�t mind touching it.�  Billy looked at Wolf�s cock and took it in his hand.  It was just as sexy to touch as to look at, it had a soft/hard surface with blue veins crisscrossing the surface, the fat head was straining and dripping a clear fluid.  He knew he wanted to do it, but didn�t want to be a fag.  �Billy began to move the skin back and forth, loving the feeling of the silky smooth skin.  �It feels nice, Wolf, really nice.�

�I knew you would like it, Billy.� Real men do this to each other all the time.�  Wolf let his hand slide down between Billy�s legs and rubbed Billy�s pants covered dick.� It was erect.

�I want you to do this to me a lot, Billy and when we know each other better, we can do a lot more fun stuff.�  Wolf wondered how Gary and Becky would like to watch while Wolf fucked their thirteen year old up the ass.  �We can watch your mother stripping together if you want and do this to each other.�  By Wolf�s facial grimaces and the way his jaws were locked together, it was clear he was getting close to a climax.

�That would be fun, Wolf.� I just can�t wait to see Mom naked, see her big tits.�  Billy had a hard on that Wolf was rubbing through his pants, but really Billy was mostly interested in Wolf�s cock, he was enjoying jacking this man cock.

�Call me �master� when we are alone, Billy. I like to hear that when I�m cumming off� and� I�m almost there.  Just think how cool it would be to be able to fuck your own mother.  I bet you want to.  Call her a bitch and talk to me�. now.�

Billy never hesitated to do as he was told.  Talking dirty with this grown up man was a new sexy experience so he said, �Yes, Master, I would love to see my mom nude and I would love to fuck her too, maybe kiss her tits. I want to fuck the bitch in her juicy cunt and cum inside her.�  As Wolf tightened his hold on Billy�s cock and balls he felt a bit dizzy for a few seconds. Then, Billy came in his pants.  It was just a moment later when Wolf�s fat cock exploded and shot cum onto the floor and the side of his desk.

�Pull it hard till I tell you to stop.� Pull it hard, you little prick, pull, pull.  Good boy� good boy� good boy, Billy,� he said as his climax slowed and stopped.

Wolf sat down relaxing.  �God damn!� That was good, boy.� Get some tissues in my private bathroom and clean up the cum.  That will be one of your new jobs.�

�Yes, Master,� Billy said.  He liked the idea of being a close friend of such a powerful man, and the promise of such sexual adventures, even if he was a kind of a go-fer.

Wolf too had private thoughts.  How lucky was he to have found this family.  A meek sexually unsatisfied mother he was sure he could fuck; a husband who was a born submissive and a son that he could trained.  Watching Billy while Billy cleaned up the result of their sex play Wolf thought about the boy�s cock, what it might look like and what it would taste like.

*****

That a week Becky had had and was still having.  The dinner with Wolf�s sexual suggestions, or she corrected herself, his demands had thrilled and terrified her.  Almost as amazing was Gary�s reaction.  Incredibly he clearly liked the idea of his boss lusting after Becky.  Becky wondered if he was just worried about his job, or was it something else.  But then what did that say about her? It astonished her that she was considering sex with Wolf.� Was it because she wanted it or was she afraid for Gary�s job?  Or perhaps it was both.� It was all too confusing, so she busied herself with as much work as she could find. 

Then she got a call from Gary. Wolf had called him into his office and told him he would  be starting his new job this week and begin his new Friday, Saturday, Sunday west coast trips  immediately. Of course Becky already knew that; Wolf had whispered it to her as he fondled her tits after dinner Tuesday.  Wolf�s secretary had given him an envelope with five hundred dollars in it, along with a company credit card and airline tickets.  �Don�t forget to get receipts for everything�, she told him. It would be a late night flight Thursday, so Becky set about getting his clothes ready.� She had an idea what might happen once he was off, and that made her very nervous.� She also guessed that Gary had pretty much the same idea.

Wednesday night in bed, Gary and Becky had great sex talking again about the attack two years before and what might have happened.  Just before he came, Gary asked the question that was hanging in the air.  While his cock slid in and out of Becky�s pussy ready to explode he asked, �Are you going to be Wolf�s whore, Becky?  Are you going to let him fuck you?�

Becky wasn�t surprised at the question and had really been expecting it.  �Yes, I think so. I hate the word �whore�, but I�m going to fuck him if he asks me.� 

�Ah, Ah, Ah,� Gary groaned as he pushed deep into his wife and filled her with his cum; the confirmation of the inevitable had driven him over the edge.

�Are you sure you don�t mind?�  Becky rotated her hips giving her man all the pleasure she could.  �You said you didn�t mind.�

�Oh, I don�t, Baby.� I just wish I could be there. But I don�t think Wolf would let me.  He told me today he thought he would take you to the theater Saturday.  He didn�t ask my permission or anything, but he must know it is okay.�  The sex talk had kept Gary from losing his erection so he just started to fuck Becky again.  �Just do whatever he wants you to do, Becky.� In a way he is really the boss of our family now, I think.  You and me for sure and I think Billy too.�

�Not Billy, Gary. I don�t think so anyway. They are too much alike, both very assertive and dominate.�  Becky closed her eyes and waited for Gary to cum again, while she imagined it was Wolf�s cock in her.

Thursday night Gary was off to L.A. where a company representative would meet him.  He said good bye to Billy at home and Becky drove him to the airport.  They kissed good bye and he told her to have fun, nothing else but, �I love you� and �have fun.�

Becky felt strangely alone on the drive home and even at her house.  She showered; put on one of the short night gowns she was now wearing and got into bed when the phone rang.  She somehow knew who it was and was assured by the ring.

�Hello�

�Good evening my love.  Gary is successfully on his way I presume?�

�Yes, he is.�

�And I imagine you expected my call.�

�I didn�t know if you would call or not Wolf.�  Becky didn�t want to sound too easy.

�You�re lying, Becky.  You knew I would call and� you know why I�m calling.� You want to be with me, don�t you?�

She hesitated but then replied in a whisper, �Yes.�

�Yes, what?�

Again she took a moment before answering �Yes, I knew you would call and I know why you are calling.�

�And you want to be with me?�

Softly she surrendered a quiet, �Yes.�  It was the first time she said it so clearly, had thought it so clearly.� It was a horrid thought, a disgusting thought, but a true thought.

�And what do I want from you?�

Now gaining courage from her own honest words, she said, �You want to fuck me.�

�Yes, in fact I do and I will.� To begin with, that�s exactly right.  That will be just the beginning.  What do you have on, Becky?�

�Why?�  Then on instinct she knew she should not have said that. �A short pink night gown.�

�Never ask me why again, Becky.  Do you understand?�

�Yes.�

�And when we talk intimately like this, call me Master, because beginning now that�s what I am, I am your Master.  You do understand that don�t you, Becky?�

�Yes.�

�Yes???�

�Excuse me, Master, I meant to say, �Yes, Master�.� This whole thing was crazy, but getting Becky very sexually excited.  She felt so helpless, but it felt strangely comfortable.

�Do you have anything else on, Becky?�

�Yes, Master, pink panties.�  She bit her lip, eyes closed, wondering what she was doing.

�Take everything off right now.  From now on I want you to sleep naked.�

�Wolf�uh, sorry, I mean Master. I can�t do that, Billy comes in here all the time.�

�Do as your told or you will be punished. I have a room in my house just for bad girls.  Strip naked right now.� Do it!�

�Yes, Master.�  Becky was tingling with excitement as this strange man gave her orders to take off her bed clothes.  She stripped and held a sheet in front of herself as she continued the conversation.  �I�m nude now, Master.�

�Good.  Tomorrow I�m taking you to the theater.� I�ll pick you up at seven fifteen.  Remember no panty hose. Wear nylons and a garter belt, lace panties.�

�Yes, Master�

�And one more thing, Becky, bring the one red shoe you have from my party.� Just put it in your purse.�

�Yes, Master.�  How, Becky wondered, did he know she had only one red shoe?  Had Gary told him?

�And Becky, don�t touch your pussy tonight or any night without my permission. And never let anyone else touch it without my permission.  Do you understand?�

Becky�s pussy ached to be touched and she was dripping.  No man had ever talked to her like that, all those dirty words, not even her husband, but God it sounded sexy coming from Wolf.  Clearly this was not up to her anymore, if it had ever been, she knew.� If her Master said not to touch her own pussy, she wouldn�t.  Did he mean that she would have to get permission from him to have sex with her husband?  It was, after all, just an adult game wasn�t it?  Or was it more?

�I won�t touch myself, Master,� she conceded simply.

�Good.�

Wolf hung up the phone without saying goodbye.  She accepted that as the new normal.  She had heard about sex slaves and had always wondered what made people submit to that.� She still didn�t know why, but she did know what her new status was� sex slave.� She knew that he had and would treat her like his slave and insist that she do his bidding.  Somehow it felt right.�

Like she had predicted, Billy did come into her room to retrieve something from the master bathroom.� He didn�t say anything, but Becky did notice how he looked at her hidden under the sheets. He was only there for a moment and then he was gone, leaving his mother with her thoughts.� Tomorrow was another day and the first day of a new master/slave relationship.

*****

Friday passed so-so slowly, Becky was a nervous wreck.  This whole thing was crazy she knew, but even the insanity of it was somehow stimulating.  She was so wet all day that she had to change her panties several times.  She couldn�t find anything to take her mind off Wolf and the meeting the next evening.

Even Billy, she thought, was acting differently.  What did he know?  That had all started after the morning he had spent with Wolf at the company headquarters.  More than once he had looked at her without speaking with a half smile, a knowing glance that made her uncomfortable. 

Saturday she spent most of the afternoon shopping at the mall.  She went into an up-grade ladies dress store and bought a pretty white dress she had seen the week before; he would like it she hoped.  She found two pretty lace panties and bra sets, one black, one white at an expensive lingerie shop and bought both.  She had never spent so much on under-things� ever.  She had always bought all such things at Wal-Mart where she worked.  A short time later at �Fredric�s of Hollywood� she found a brand new world of sexual enticement, stimulation, temptation, and arousal� sexy lingerie of every possible description.  She wandered the aisles in awe, embarrassed and exhilarated.  Finally an observant clerk spotted a bewildered Becky.

�Can I help you?�� the perky young black woman asked.

�Oh� uh� yes, I hope so.�  She was suddenly bashful.  �Do you sell those old fashioned nylon stocking?  The ones you need a belt to hold up?�  She wondered if the girl could read on her face that she planned to fuck her husband�s boss; what a nutty thought.

�Oh, yes, of course, they are very popular now.� Not old fashioned at all.�  She smiled and led Becky to another area of the store.

Still embarrassed to be in the store, but embarrassed with a new kind of thrill in her tummy, she shopped very quickly choosing conservative nylons in three shades of tan and brown, and then bought the garter belt the clerk suggested.  Outside the store she pushed the �Fredric�s� bag inside the other lingerie shop bag so no one would know she had been shopping at �Fredrick�s�.  She still felt like everyone was looking at her.  She went home and napped.

Wolf had said he would pick her up at seven fifteen and she was sure that that would be exactly when he would arrive. She was right.

She was wearing her new white satin dinner dress, unbuttoned two buttons lower than she could have in her old bra.� She was showing a scandalous amount of cleavage befitting her risk taking, sex charged mood.  She had nice breasts she knew, but seldom tried to show them off.  Tonight Wolf (or should she think, Master?), would get an eyeful.  She wore a mint colored belt and heels.� Her bag too was a mint color, she had bought it with the belt.� Her straw blond hair fell inches below her shoulder and was in her favorite style.  She would have done something more exciting with her hair if she could have thought of anything.

She opened the door with a bit of a tremble in her hand.

�Good evening, Wolf,� Becky greeted. �You�re right on time.�

�Yes, of course.� I�m always on time.  I love that dress, Becky.  You look terrific!� What a pleasure for me just to be seen with you.�

They arrived at the theater with only a few minutes before the first act began.  Becky was almost giddy with pleasure.  She hadn�t been to the theater in years, and was so excited she almost forgot how the evening was bound to end.  That thought made her nervous, but not unhappy.  In a special sense they made a perfect couple.

Following the theater Wolf suggested they go to a well known Jewish bakery/restaurant.  Once they were seated Becky realized that many of the theatre patrons were also there.� It was what Wolf said you do after the theater.  They talked about the show and then about favorite movies.  They ate strawberry cheese cake and drank dark American coffee.  It was almost time to go when Wolf asked Becky without explanation, �Did you bring the red shoe Becky?�

�Ummm, yes,� Becky said then added, �Master�  But I don�t understand why you want it.�

�You don�t have to understand.  You just have to do as you�re told,� he responded, a new cold inflection in his voice.  He just stared thoughtfully at her for some seconds, elbows on the table his fingers bridged together under his chin.  �You are a beautiful woman, Becky.�

�Thank you, Master.�  She tried to smile but realized that, that wasn�t what he wanted.  What did he want?

�I will expect you to be a perfect submissive, my sex slave, my secret whore, my beautiful cock slut.  Do you understand?  Are you prepared to do as you�re told, Becky?  Do it without question?�

All last night after he called and all morning and afternoon she had thought of this sex slave thing.� Becky could feel her temperature rising; he called her a slut and whore.  Lord help her, but she loved the exhilaration of it, of him and what she was to become. A slut.� A whore.� A sex toy for his use and pleasure.� Yes, she would be that and more.  She would gladly be his slut and his whore.  Perfect mom and wife for Gary and Billy, and strumpet for Wolf; even the thought made her mouth water.  Yes, the new Becky would be a slut and whore.� She loved the sound of it all.  �Oh, God, forgive me, but it feels magnificent.�

�Yes, Master, I understand.�

�Fine. Let�s test you and see.�  Wolf�s face was passive; his eyes were flat and cold.

�In back of me, at the end of the room and to your right you�ll see the ladies room.� Do you see it?�

�Yes, Master.�

�I want you to go to that room, take off your panties, fold them and bring them back to me.  Go now!�

Without further ado Becky pushed back her chair, stood and went to the ladies room.� In a stall she removed her panties.  She brought the folded panties back and placed them on the table in front of Wolf, sat back down and began sipping her coffee.   

�Very good,� Wolf said as he raised them to his nose.  �Yes, very good.�� He took a deep breath and repeated, �Very, very good indeed.  Now let�s go to your house and you can satisfy me still more� on a bit more intensive level.�

*****

Billy had conveniently decided to stay at a friend�s house, the result of a call from Wolf.  As a result, Wolf and Becky had the house to themselves for the evening.

Becky had Wolf put his car in the garage and entered the house through the garage entrance into the kitchen.  She only turned on the small light over the sink and led him by the hand into the front hall.  Wolf surprised her when he pulled her to a stop and pushed Becky against the wall.  He roughly grabbed her crotch through the white dress and kissed her almost violently as if he had been waiting forever to touch her.  He bit her lip as hard as he could and she screamed a mild muffled protest at the surprise of the attack and the quick sharp pain.  Instantly she could taste the blood.  She raised her hands to stop him, then decided not to and submitted to his violence. Her heart was now racing. He covered her mouth with his and ran his tongue along her tongue then over her teeth and gums, mixing their saliva and her blood together.

�At last I have you.� You are mine, my little fuck toy, my slut.  Tell me you�re my slave, Becky; tell me your body is mine to do with as I wish.� Tell me now!�

Her whole world was spinning.  For two days she had been traveling down the magic road of mystery and illusion; this was the final few steps.  There was nothing in the world she wanted more, despite the confusing feelings that she was having, than to spread her legs and surrender to Wolf.

�Yes, Master,� she said in a figurative whisper, gravelly, wet, and hot with passion. �I am your slave�your sex slave, your slut.  You can use me anyway you desire, Master.�

�You voluntarily give yourself to me totally?�

�Yes, Master.  I�m your whore to do with as you wish.�  Her lip had stopped bleeding, but the continuing sting and throbbing were a delicious reminder of what was to come.  She felt like she was in a dream, dream walking, frightened and excited by the unknown, the thrill of jumping from a cliff into alien waters.

�Then I must begin training your now. Turn around, Becky,� he said in a matter of fact school master voice.

She turned around facing the wall.  Wolf grabbed the white dress closure and violently tore it open, then he ripped it down exposing her nude back.  Becky cried out startled then was quiet, her eyes closed, her jaw closed tightly.  Her pretty new dress; why did he do that?  He unclipped the clasp of her new white bra and let it fall to her sides.  Standing there in the hall he pulled it down and off her dress sleeves, broke away the belt and let her ruined dress slither to the floor.

�Kick off your shoes, Becky,� he ordered.  Nude except for her nylons and garter beat she waited his next order.  �Now I want you to know what it is going to feel like every time you�re a bad girl.  This time it will be only five whacks.� It could be many more if I were in a bad mood.  Put your hands together and hold them over your head and against the wall, imagine that they are chained there.  Don�t question what I�m doing or why I�m doing it.  If you do I will just leave and you will never see me again�. Do you understand?�

�Yes, Master� Becky said as she placed her arms over her head as far as she could reach, wrist crossed as if they were tied.

Removing his own belt, a belt Becky had noticed didn�t really go with his tailored suit.  Wolf doubled the belt in his fist and reaching back brought the belt down across Becky�s tender white back.

�Awwww!!!�� she cried out.� �Please, Wolf, don�t hurt me!  I didn�t do anything wrong.  Don�t hit me again� Oh please, please,� she sobbed.

As soon as the words were out of Becky�s mouth another blow landed across her back criss-crossing the red welt from the first blow.� Again she cried out for him to stop, and the answer was still another belt strapping.  He moved down to her perfect ass for the final two lashings.

�Oh, God, stop, Wolf,� she pleaded through long sobs, tears running down her face, dripping from her chin and onto her chest, her hands still held high over her head as if tied there.

Wolf was sweating from the light exercise, but still strapped her one more time on the back and once more on her scarlet colored ass cheeks just because he could.

�That is all for now, girl.  Now put your arms down and turn around, Becky.� 

Becky had continued crying and realized that the burning sting from the strapping had made her more aroused than ever.� She began to feel one with the strapping.� It represented in some weird strange way an uptick in their relationship.  The burning went to her brain to set a sexual fire, to her belly sweet warmth like sugar and to her pussy a rise in temperature that swelled the outer lips and left her cunt awash in sexual lubricant. 

Wolf put his belt back on and reached into his suit jacket pocket.  He smiled at her now in a fatherly way.  �Here,� he said taking a jewelry box out of his pocket.  Opening the box he took out a lacy gold choker with hundreds of delicately woven gold flowers and other forms melded into the design or attached to it in a row of singular figures.  In the front of the chocker, attached with a fine gold chain was a two caret diamond tear drop.  He held the slave collar up for Becky to see.

Drying her eyes, her back and buttocks still a delicious field of fire, she looked at the choker.  �Is that for me, Master?�

�Yes it is, Becky.  It is a special gift, a simple one but very meaningful; it�s an eighteen karat gold slave collar.�  He held it for her to see clearly, and turned it around so she could see it from different angles.  �It is made of the finest gold-platinum alloy.  Look carefully and you can see the small carving in the design.  The naked women on their knees facing down arms extended outward their open hands facing up to represent ultimate submission� your ultimate submission.  The bulls are representative of carnal pleasures you will perform for your master and the flowers are for love and respect and fidelity to and for him.  Finally the diamond tear drop is for the perpetual promise of pleasure that will last as long as you are alive.  Wearing this you are swearing fidelity to your master.  And one last thing, my love, when you put it on and snap the clasp shut, it can�t be removed except by destroying the collar.  Will you accept and wear my slave collar, Becky?�

Her eyes still red from crying, her skin still burning from the strapping, Becky eyes now sparkling, looked at Wolf and happily said, �Oh, yes, Master�� Please put it on me.�

*****

She had distributed candles� earlier in the day and now she took a moment to light them, she turned on the pre-set FM station with its soft dance music.  Wolf made himself comfortable in a straight back casual chair.  The candles� once they had settled down gave the room a soft intimate feeling with a light perfume scent. 

�Come to me now, Becky. I wish to inspect you and view that magnificently female body you have hidden from me.�  Without hesitation Becky walked softly to Wolf and stood near naked before him.  Her tattered dress was on the floor down stairs and Wolf already had her panties.  Wolf took off the loose bra and smiling gazed at her large up turned tits.� �Magnificent, Becky� just magnificent.  The garter belt and nylons are perfect.�  He let the firm tissue of her breast fill the palms of both hands and used his fingers to pinch the erect nipples.  �You look exquisite in your new chocker.�  The nipple play just added to the tortuous erotic feelings she was already feeling.       

�Why don�t you take my clothes off now love?  I think I could enjoy the sight of you so much more if I were naked.�

�Yes, Master,� Becky said as she began to help Wolf out of his dinner jacket.  Laying that aside, she continued to take off his tie and then unbuttoned his shirt, removed the cufflinks of the French cuffs and put also put them aside.  Wolf had a hairy chest, a novelty to Becky whose husband Gary did not have hair there.  Next, working mechanically, Becky with numb tingling fingers, dropped to her knees and took off Wolf�s shoes and silk socks.  She continued on, with hands shaking in anticipation, by unbuckling his belt� unbuttoning the top button on his pants and then unzipping his fly.� Like an accordion, his pants gathered at his ankles.  The head of his nine inch cock pushed out above the waist band of his boxer shorts, a small drop of pre-cum glistening at its tip.  Becky seemed transfixed for a moment looking at it, then slowly inched down the maroon shorts. Her eyes moved to his for a few seconds as if to get permission to continue, finally looking back at his amazing cock.  Her tongue moved out of her mouth in a most erotic gesture to moisten the suddenly dry lips, her heart rate continued faster than ever and her body temperature higher than normal.   

�What do I do next, Master?� her eyes confused but willing. 

�Just suck my cock for a minute, Becky.� That�s all you do, just suck it.�

She looked unsure of herself.  �But Master, I�ve never sucked a man�s organ.  How do I do it?�

�You�ve never� Oh, my dear, you have so much to learn, don�t you.  Well, I will be your teacher.  Simply hold my cock in your two hands and put it into your mouth.  Hold the cock tightly with your lips, but not your teeth.  Then slide your mouth back and forth as if my cock was fucking your pretty mouth.�  He put his hands behind her head to encourage her to take a lot of cock orally.  Quickly enough she understood what to do and in minutes he was face fucking her in deep strokes.  Then he withdrew his cock and pushed her away. �Enough for now, my love.� We don�t want to have dessert before the main meal do we?�

�Was that what I was supposed to do, Master?� she asked wiping away the glistening salvia around her mouth.

�It was perfect� Just perfect, and now you have a new trick to show your husband when he gets home� with my permission of course.�

�Give me your red shoe, my love, the one I told you to bring; the only one you have.�

Standing, Becky looked puzzled as she went to her bag that she had brought up from downstairs.  She took out the red shoe and handed it to Wolf.

Wolf went to his dinner jacket and from an inside pocket presented a matching red shoe obviously they were a pair.  �Here, my dear, take these and put them on for me. I want to see you in nylons and red shoes.  Then dance for me a bit.  Just move slowly to the music and let me watch you.� Twist and turn as you like, but I want to see your tits moving.�

Becky did a she was told.� It was becoming easier and easier to just do as she was told; she didn�t have to make any decisions.  Still she wondered how Wolf had got possession of a shoe she was sure she had left in the bedroom at his house the night she got drunk.  She would not ask him, but continue to figure out the shoe mystery by herself.  Now with the red shoes on she began to sway and dance to the sweet sounds.  She thought about the shoes� about her blouse stained with who knew what? Could it have been cum?  If so, then whose? She began to get into the music and exhibiting herself to her new Master.  Wolf sitting down again was slowly masturbating, watching her move in the most feminine, enticing way.  A smooth-as-silk sway to her hips combined with undulating waves of her pelvis, belly, and ass� just like she was fucking.� Her tits moved opposite her hips in a beautiful sexual combination that thrilled Wolf.� After just a few minutes he had to stop touching himself or ejaculate, and he wasn�t ready. 

�Oh, you are such a fucking whore, Becky.� You have me on fire.  I�m going to fuck you till you can�t stand.�

�I hope so, Master,� she purred.  

Becky was now beginning to understand how powerful the slave really is when the Master wanted her as badly as Wolf wanted her, she was certainly not powerless.  That this slave wanted him as badly as he wanted her didn�t matter, she thought as she moved.  She could refuse (couldn�t she?)� slave collar or not, he never would pass up her sex (would he?).  She began to get more daring and more forward.  She bent over and let him see her ass as she moved and cupped her tits in her hand to show him how big they were when she faced him.  Acting in such a� slutty manner, an entirely new thrill washed over her.

�Oh, you fucking bitch!� You�re driving me crazy,�� Wolf said rubbing his balls.  �Bend over again, Becky.� Keep dancing, but bend over and show me your ass again.� Spread your ass cheeks apart so I can see your asshole, Honey.  Yes�yes�just like that.  Does your husband fuck your ass, Becky?�

She was concentrating on her moves keeping them in rhythm with the music.  �No, I never would let him do that, Master.� It seems dirty.�

�Dirty or not, I plan to fuck your ass and I won�t be asking permission.  You�ll like it or not, but fuck it I will.�  He stood up; it was time for bed he decided.  �I love those shoes on you.� Let�s call them your love shoes.  I would like you to wear them whenever I fuck you, so keep them on.�

He began to dance with her face to face; she was a head shorter than him.  Her tits moving against his bare chest were fantastic, but he didn�t like the feel of her pubic hair against his thigh.

�I think I would prefer that you shave all your pussy hair off, Becky.  I�m certain that Gary knows I�m fucking you.  The two of you must have some kind of agreement, which is none of my business as long as your cunt is available to me when I want it.  I think when he gets home I�ll tell him to shave your pussy for me.� Yes, he might like that.  What do you think?�

Becky could feel his cock pushing into her belly and couldn�t wait to get it inside her cunt. �God,� she thought, �it is so big.�  Then she answered his question, �He knows� You�re right, it excites both of us. I bet he would love to shave me for you.  Why don�t you ask him?�

�Ask him?  No, my dear, I will certainly not ask him, I�ll tell him. The obliging fellow he is, I�m sure he will comply.�

�You are a strong man, Master.� You seem to dominate everyone.�

�Yes, I do; almost everyone, but not everyone.  Your son can�t be dominated as easily as most for instance.�  He would have explained further, but she offered her tit to him by holding it up closer to his face.  He bent down, opened his mouth and she put an erect nipple in it.� He sucked gently on the stiff tissue, moved to her belly kissing her belly button, finally dropping to his knees used his tongue to make a zigzag trail to her sweet cunt where he sucked on the swollen outer lips.             

Standing again, he took her hand and led her to the bed. Wolf laid down first moving to the center then brought her onto the bed next to him.  She lay on her back while he kissed her gently.  �Spread your legs, Becky and use your fingers to open your pussy for me.�  Becky did as she was told embarrassing though it was.� Still, she was aroused in a new way when she displayed her cunt for him to look at.  Her whole body felt inflamed, her mind thrilled with the debasement of her as a mother and wife. Her humiliation was deliciously degenerate.� After all those years of being a good girl, she loved it.

He knelt between her legs.  She closed her eyes and was surprised when she felt him begin to suck her big toe; she had never heard of such a thing. 

�Oh, my, Master.� You do know all the sweetest tricks, don�t you,� she half giggled her words.  �Oh� that feels so�.so naughty. I think that is the word.�  Wolf just smiled to himself, he only sucked that one toe another minute.  He loved the view of her pussy and her fingers holding it open for him.  He moved up to her crotch.

Becky watched Wolf kneel and move on all fours on the bed.  His long thick cock dangling under his belly made her think of a dog ready to rut.� �No,� she corrected herself, �not a dog, a wolf,� his wolf cock hanging out of its sheath erect, coming to fuck her.  Then he was at her crotch, tongue out, eyes aflame.

Wolf relished the erotic view of her cunt so filled with promise.� It was his, her cunt was his, like her lips, like her tits or her asshole.� His, all were his.  He fingered Becky�s asshole while he first lapped and then sucked her clit, holding it in his mouth for extended times he teased the erect clit with his tongue then slid his tongue into her canal.  One hand continued to knead and pull on her nipple, while her hips rotated, pushing her cunt further into his mouth.  No man or woman had ever done this to her, or touched her dark hole.� Thrilled beyond belief, her head swam.� She didn�t know if she was enjoying Wolf�s mouth more than she should be or should ask him for more.  She just pushed her pussy deeper into his mouth.

�Arrrrr, my love,� Wolf said as he lifted his head from Becky�s wet pussy, �someday I will drink champagne from this wonderful magical vessel.�  Moving up he laid himself on top of Becky�s body his face still wet from her sopping pussy.  �We have so many unique sexual intimacies to look forward to.  Don�t we my little slut?�

�I hope so, Master.� You are my teacher.  I�m sure it will all be fantastic.�  She felt his cock testing to find her waiting hole while Wolf kissed her tenderly.�

Parting her nether lips, his turgid cock found its target and his swollen head began to enter her fuck tunnel.  �Once my cock is in you, Becky, you will truly be my slave and whore, won�t you?  Of course I suppose you were all of that when you let me put the slave collar on you.�

�No, Master, it was even before that,�  Becky said with a wily,  knowing smile. �I was your slave as soon as I decided to meet you. I knew what you wanted. This is what I wanted too.�  Now she could feel Wolf�s cock moving slowly into her, filling her like Gary never did.� Impatient for all of his nine inches, she pushed her hips up and he slid deeply into her.

Wolf pulled the pillow from beneath Becky�s head so that she would lie flat. �Now, that�s better love.� Please be so good as to put your hands over your head on the bed and cross your wrists.� 

Becky did as she was told, but continued to squirm with the fat cock inside her.  �Fuck me, Master� Please now.�

�I�ll fuck you when I�m ready!  Shut the fuck up!  Wrap your legs around me, whore.�  He clamped a surprisingly strong hand over her wrist and held her down.  What she had thought was his full cock inside her was only the first few inches although it was a few inches of very thick cock, more than two and a half inches thick, almost Coke-Cola can diameter.  He began to push into her and watched as her eyes grew bigger, her pleased expression changing to one of surprise and fear.

�Now I�m going to fuck you like your husband never has, never could.� I�m going to fuck you with a real man�s cock.�  Now he held her hands even more tightly.

�Don�t hurt me, Master�Please don�t hurt me.� Oh, God that feels so big� too big.�

�It is big� and hungry for your slut body.  It will hurt, Becky, but that is the price of being what you are, a cum slut, a whore slave.�  He continued to push into her.  He felt her try to move away but she couldn�t.� He held her in place firmly, his eyes glistened with pleasure at her pain.

�No, stop�stop�stop, please,� she gasped. Becky started to cry.

�Take it, slut. I�m almost in your fucking hole.� You will take my cock more easily next time.�  He gave a final push and his nine inches was inside her.  She gave out a startled cry and closed her tearing eyes.

Wolf waited a few moments before he began to fuck her.  He pulled out a couple of inches and then drove it into her again hard.  She still seemed very uncomfortable, but perhaps less so.  After several short strokes, Wolf began to take longer strokes and Becky seemed to be in less pain; her face not really accepting his abuse, but more attentive.  After five minutes of breaking-in Becky�s tight cunt with his thick and lengthy erection, Wolf began to fuck her with full, long, even strokes.

Her body moved back and forth with every new stroke to follow the reciprocating movements.  She no longer tried to escape.  Wolf laid flat against her enjoying the feel of her tits and rigid nipples trailing across his chest.  He covered her mouth with his and explored again with his tongue.� Beginning to sweat, he felt himself sliding against her.  Becky�s eyes remained closed, but her tongue moved against his gently.� Now she seemed to have the slightest movement in her hips.

Fucking her smoothly now, he was obviously becoming more  excited and closer to his climax.  �Oh, what fun I will have with you slave, Becky.� I will fuck you in every possible way.  In your mouth certainly, up your ass and cunt clearly, between these lovely breast and even in your hair or with your hands.  Of course Gary will help on occasion, but not always.� I can�t wait to have him watch as you suck, tongue and lap my asshole.� Wolf began to fuck Becky harder and faster and she was definitely moving her hips to the rhythm.

She began to murmur, �Fuck me, Master.� Yes, fuck me. I so love your cock, it�s so big and it fills me up.� Do it to your cunt slave.  Fuck me like a wild wolf fucks its bitch.�

Wolf lasted a very long time and gave Becky three very barbaric climaxes, but then came off inside her like a wild animal with lot and lots of cum.  He fucked her very hard and called her all kinds of degrading names as he came off.  She loved it and his silver white cum ran from her for an hour.

He rested for a few minutes then slowly got up.  �You are a wonderful fuck, Becky, tight as a virgin.  Now please get some warm water and towels and clean my cock for me.�

Becky obeyed and cleaned Wolf from the wild fucking and helped him to dress.  �I hope your slave was satisfactory, Master,� she said shyly.

�Yes, very satisfactory, my love. You are quite the natural whore and slut. I shall talk to Gary when he gets home Sunday night and congratulate him.�

Wolf walked down stairs with Becky following.  He never stopped to kiss her or even say good night.  Wolf simply walked into the attached garage and when she pressed the button to open the garage doors, he drove out and into the early morning mist.  She knew her life had changed and he would be back soon.

Becky put out the lights went upstairs her body in pain.  Her back had begun to burn again, her nipples were sore.� Her asshole, where he had pushed four fingers, burned and her cunt felt like she had had a baby.� Still she had loved every minute of it.  Becky laid down on her bed pulled a sheet over her and went quickly to sleep.  

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