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	This story was suggested by a fan named Alexis who had a special dislike 
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genre.  I realized that this marriage is not a typical S/M relationship and it 
deserves comments.

	Although I write for my enjoyment, it is always a joy to receive fanmail.  
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enjoy this series.  In return, I now vow to clear my busy schedule and answer 
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The Multi-Million Dollar Marriage
Part 5
By Arthur G Thomas	

	"Your wife doesn't look happy," my friend Brian commented.  

	I considered it to be a gross understatement.  Today I had dressed Tara 
myself and instructed my maids on how to do Tara's makeup.  I selected a black 
lacy corset to cup her lovely 37" breasts, leaving her nipples bare for my 
enjoyment.  The corset was ungodly tight, cinching her waist into a Victorian's 
wet dream.  Black fishnet stockings adorned her pale legs, and today I left off 
her garter belt so that there would be nothing to obstruct my view of her white 
thighs encased in lacy black bands.  Her chastity belt glittered with it's 
mirror steel, baring her pert ass and protecting her long neglected sex.  The 
diamond choker was tight against her neck, catching the light from the 
fireplace.  Tara's makeup was dark--blood red lipstick and exotic black eye 
shadow on her pale freckled face.  With her red hair curled and moussed to 
excess, Tara looked like a cheap streetwalker or some nightclub punk.  The 
result was slutty and sexy, but my wife was pissed off at the results.  

	Currently, she was on her hands on knees so I could rest my feet on her 
back.  I didn't trust her enough to let her serve me as a maid.  Plus, I enjoyed 
looking at the way her pendulous breasts hung down.  Occasionally Tara would 
turn her head and glare at me with her heavily shadowed eyes. 

	I smiled at Brian's comment.  Brian had a grudge against all women ever 
since he married his fat cow of a wife for her money.  He was a whore himself, 
which made him one of the few men I could understand.  I knew he appreciated the 
effect I had created with Tara's attire, and he appreciated her own hatred of it 
even more.

	"Your girlfriend, on the other hand, looks very contented," I said, and it 
was true.  The women whom Brian selected to be his sluts were usually more 
desperate than him, but his choice tonight actually appeared to be pleased.  She 
was a tiny young woman, barely five feet tall. However, that didn't mean she had 
a child's body.  Her nude body revealed that she had a generous set of tits and 
her ass was curvaceous in all the right places.  Brian had referred to her as 
Alexis and had implied that she was semi-permanently established in his 
household as his pet. I'd have to ask him later how he arranged that with his 
ball and chain wife. Alexis' long red hair was tied back in a no-nonsense braid 
that hung to the small of her back.  Brian had good taste in his playthings, so 
I wasn't surprised that she was easy to look at.  It was the satisfied smile she 
wore that was unusual.

	"Yes, Alexis is quite happy to be my slave," Brian said.  He took a long 
sip from the wine Alexis poured for us.  "I had her trained at a chateau that 
specializes in unique slaves."

	I rolled my eyes.  "A chateau?  How cliched can you get?  What, were all 
the domination islands booked?  You ever notice how no one ever opens a training 
school at an abandoned factory?  It would certainly be more cost effective."

	Brian laughed.  "You're a cynic, Arthur.  Chateaux and islands have a 
certain romance.  It's secluded and exotic.  Besides, it has a touch of class."

	"Class is just another excuse to tack on an extra couple of thousand 
dollars to the training fee," I responded.  "There's nothing you can teach on an 
island that can't be taught in a basement."

	"Arthur," Brian replied, "you of all people should realize by now that you 
get what you pay for, isn't that right, pet?"  Brian was absent-mindedly rolling 
Alexis' braid through his fingers like a rosary.  He looked down at her with 
what I would swear was fondness. 

"Respectfully, Sir," Alexis directed her response to me, "I agree with 
Brian," Alexis said.  "The Chateau Leviticus helped me to develop a certain 
refinement.  I was taught etiquette, poise, and various techniques to please my 
Master.  I realize that I represent my Master, and that everything I do reflects 
back on him.  Of course," she paused as she looked somewhat disdainfully, 
although discretely, down at Tara's teased hair and scowling visage, "they base 
their teaching on the idea that the slaves they accept for training have a basic 
level of class and refinement to begin with.  The beginning material must be of 
quality if the final sculpture is to be worth their time and effort.  Otherwise 
the slave may be worth private use as the occasional bed companion but she will 
never be a true showpiece, worthy of public display as well as enjoyment behind 
closed doors."

	I was slightly surprised that Brian allowed her to address me directly as 
she did, and then to prattle on for so long.  I thought about it for about a 
second, and then told Alexis to turn around.  Leaning forward on my chair, I 
gave her a very hard slap across her round ass.  The sharp crack of my hand on 
her ass was followed quickly by a giggle from Tara at my feet.  It appears that 
my wife and I think alike.

	Although I had thought about the benefits of Tara being a bit more 
presentable in social situations, my annoyance at her impertinence kept me from 
acknowledging her point.  "Respectfully, bitch, I disagree," I said.  "I could 
care less about your training, it's the enthusiasm I enjoy.  A woman who enjoys 
her servitude is a woman constantly in need of attention.  Whether it's a 
constant babble of psychological mumbo jumbo about submission, or the endless 
rituals and pageants that slaves expect from their owners, slaves are the 
ultimate attention sponges.  Somewhere along the line, the whole submission and 
bondage kink turned the masters into the slaves of their submissives.  I'd 
rather just fuck my whore and be done with it.  I pay my wife enough money to 
keep her family's business going, and that's all the creativity and energy I 
need to get a blowjob whenever I want it."  I added, almost as an afterthought, 
"In my home you will not refer to either of us by our names.  `Sir' will suit 
me, and whatever formal title Brian has deemed appropriate for himself will do 
fine."

	Apparently not quite understanding that I didn't particularly want the 
creatures in my home to speak, Alexis continued, "Pardon me, Sir, but slaves 
can't `expect' anything from their owners."  Alexis raised her eyebrows and 
looked down at Tara with a new level of disgust. "She married you for money?"  
Alexis asked.  "She knew she was going to be slave, right?"

	Despite myself, I had to laugh.  "No, Tara expected to be a society wife 
and an occasional fuck.  She would much rather be dressed in something expensive 
and at some party somewhere flirting with her friends.  Tara didn't realize that 
she was going to be here for my amusement, twenty-four hours a day, seven days a 
week."

	Alexis sighed quietly and actually looked wistful at the thought of 
spending that much time with Brian.  I knew that he had to ensure that his cash 
cow remained happy before he could turn his attentions to his playthings. 

	Tara snorted, obviously not respectful of a true submissive.  I wasn't 
either, but that didn't give Tara license to take the same liberties with her 
voice as Brian's slut seemed to take.  I slipped my foot from my slipper and 
reached under Tara's kneeling body with my foot.  With my toes, I caught one of 
Tara's hanging tits and pinched hard.  Tara cried out, but she knew better than 
to move.  She just stared straight ahead; her cheeks turning red at the casual 
way I humiliated her.  I didn't want her to start getting airs.

	Brian laughed.  "You're a mean bastard, Arthur.  I don't see how you ever 
get a good fuck out of her.  I imagine Tara would bite you during a blowjob just 
out of spite."

	"She might one day," I said.  "Of course, I would have to divorce her and 
then her family would be bankrupt.  It's the little details that keep her in 
line."

	"Hmmm," Alexis said under her breath.  With one raised brow I looked 
casually at her.  "Yes?"

The naked slut at Brian's side looked up at him for permission before she 
spoke this time.  Apparently she was smarter than I thought and she had gotten 
the hint about speaking to me.  When he nodded approvingly to her, she inquired 
almost innocently, "And will this blackmail be enough to tie her to you for 
long?"  I didn't like her tone.  I had the strange feeling that this little 
thing thought she was better than I.

	"Blackmail?  It's just employment," I answered.  "I'll prove it to you.  
How about a wager, Brian?"

	Brian sat up in his chair.  "I'm always up for a bet.  What do you have in 
mind?"

	"I bet that my whore can beat your slut in sexual prowess," I said.

	Brian looked at Alexis, whose face was suddenly as stiff as stone, eyes 
wide.  I couldn't believe my eyes.  Brian was actually considering her opinion 
before agreeing to my game.  

	"I don't know Arthur," Brian said slowly.  I cut him off before he could 
give a lame excuse.

	"Brian, Brian, please don't tell me that you're not interested in ten 
thousand dollars?" I asked.  "I know how much it bugs you that your wife gives 
you an allowance.  I know she never stops you from spending your allowance, but 
I also know she delights in asking questions just to make you nervous.  I'm 
offering ten thousand dollars that you can spend in any manner that you want, 
without your bitch wife ever knowing about it."

	Brian thought about it.  He turned his gaze away from Alexis's cold face 
and looked at the fire.  "What do you have in mind?" he asked.

	I smiled.  "Nothing hard.  My whore tries to get you off before your slut 
makes me climax.  Whoever ejaculates first, loses."

	I heard Alexis make a soft growl.  Tara turned her head and glared at me.  
I loved how she could be so defiant when I was still clutching her tit with my 
toe.  A slow, cruel smile began to form on her lips and I read her intentions.

	"I'll make you the same bet, my little whore," I told Tara.  "If you help 
me win this bet, I'll split it with you.  You'll have five thousand dollars to 
spend on anything you want."

	Tara's cruel smile was replaced with an even more vicious smile.  With her 
blood red lips and dark eye shadow, she reminded me a junkie.  Tara was going to 
win for sure.

	"So, they can get us off anyway they want?" Brian asked.  He was already 
stripping off his pants.  Alexis was still standing as still as a statue.  I 
wondered if Brian had ever shared her before.  Maybe she was just in shock at 
how easy I bought her and her "Master."

	"No, that would be too easy.  Any tramp can suck cock or use her pussy," I 
answered.  "Let's try for something that requires a bit more work."  After a 
moment's thought, I had the answer.  "Handjobs.  The girls are only allowed to 
use their hands."

	Brian sighed.  "Damn, no mouth at all?"

	"I tell you what, the winner gets to have his cock cleaned by both women.  
Does that sound fair?"  He nodded at my suggestion and the game was set.  I 
stood up and removed my pants and then sat back down.  Alexis was looking dumbly 
at me so I snapped my fingers and pointed at the floor between my legs.  A scowl 
formed on her face and she didn't move.

	Brian got up from his chair and walked behind Alexis.  He viciously 
grabbed her braid and gave it a hard jerk.  The pain was clear on her face but 
to her credit she didn't complain as he leaned down and pulled her head back to 
his mouth.  He whispered something I didn't hear but the harsh tone of his voice 
was clear in Alexis's eyes.  Whatever he said, it worked.  When he released her 
braid, she obediently knelt down between my legs, her hands clasped in her lap.

	"Crawl, don't walk, Tara," I instructed and Tara crawled over to Brian and 
his dopey grin.  I loved watching her fishnet stockings as they crawled across 
the room.  Tara's ass bobbed and swayed as she moved into position.  

	"Remember, only hands, and the winner gets a double blowjob," I said.

	"And the bet is for ten thousand," Brian confirmed.  I nodded in 
agreement.

	"At the count of three, then," I said.  Alexis looked up at me, contempt 
clearly evident in her eyes.  

	"One, two, three," I announced.

	Brian immediately moaned as my wife went to work on him.  I smiled at 
Alexis who had yet to do anything.  She seemed either reluctant to begin, or 
overconfident of her abilities, or perhaps a combination of the two.  Her brow 
furrowed as she debated her options.  I said nothing.  She knew that if she lost 
the contest, not only would Brian be pissed at her, but also that he would force 
her to honor the bet to the extent that she would have to suck me off.  She knew 
she had no choice, but she had to think about it anyway.

	In the end, I have my wife to thank.  Brian groaned with a volume that 
startled his pretty little slave between my legs.  Tara was pumping his cock 
hard with her fist, and I could see her other hand was fondling his balls.  My 
whore certainly knew how to please a man.  In the end, I think Alexis felt 
correctly that her reputation as a giver of pleasure was at stake.

	Alexis frowned at me, making sure that there was no doubt that she 
despised me.  It was hard to take her seriously though, since she was licking 
her hand with her tongue.  Her tongue was a dark red and seeing it lick her hand 
with long wide strokes aroused me.  Within moments her hand was covered in a 
sheath of spit.

	I let out a satisfied moan when her wet hand gripped my cock.  My cock was 
limp, but she brought me to life soon enough.  Alexis was smart, she didn't use 
too tight of a grip.  Her hand was almost loose, causing my cock to slip 
effortlessly through her fist.  It was like entering a very large pussy, and I 
liked it.  Alexis revolved her hand, spinning her fingers around my cock, 
coating me completely in her spit.  Soon, my cock was completely hard, and 
wonderfully wet

	Alexis shifted closer to me, her breasts pressing against my open thighs.  
Her free hand placed itself on my thigh, digging in slightly with her nails.  
She tightened her grip slightly, compressing around my cock like a lover.  Her 
thumb passed over the ring of my tip, sending shudders through me. A smirk 
appeared on Alexis' lips as she felt a piece of power from provoking a moan from 
me.  That's when she began to stroke me, pulling her hand down to my balls and 
then rising back up till half her hand was over my tip.

	I looked over at Brian and Tara.  Brian's head was back, his eyes closed.  
Tara looked lovely as she knelt between his legs.  Her hair was covering her 
face but her fishnet stockings were in full display.  Her ass was bare, and in 
the flickering firelight, her buttocks shone like alabaster.  Tara was jerking 
Brian's cock hard, almost too hard I worried.  My wife turned, and our eyes met.  
A wicked smile was on her lips as she pumped my friend's cock.  It was a 
challenging smile, one that told me she was going to win for her sake and it was 
only coincidence that it would aid me as well.   

	My wife's defiance was erotic and made it much more difficult to control 
myself, so I looked back down to Alexis.  The problem was that she was just as 
attractive.  Her eyes were on my cock, professionally appraising her work.  The 
hatred was gone, replaced with a critical eye that was aimed towards getting me 
off.  Her hand was slow, deliberate and terribly arousing.  I moaned as her 
fingers would clench and unclench on my cock.  She was milking me, coaxing my 
cum with insistent squeezes.

	Her hand started to get dry and Alexis quickly licked her free hand with 
her tongue.  While one hand kept pumping me, she would lick the other hand till 
it shined. I almost lost my load as she did so.  When she swapped hands, it was 
seamless, my cock never having a chance to recover.  My mouth opened in bliss as 
she licked her first hand again, her eyes locked with mine.  

	Brian said something incoherent but loud.  Tara was squatting obscenely on 
her feet, and I could see that she was using one hand to pull at her nipples.  
Brian just stared at my wife, not believing how badly she wanted him to explode.  
Never under estimate a whore who wants her money.

	"Can't you do better than that?" I taunted Alexis.  "Your master is making 
so much noise, it's clear he's going to loose.  There must be something my wife 
does better that you can't compete with."

	Alexis grinned at me, a false smile, full of confidence and with the 
warmth of an ice pick.  Maybe she saw how white my knuckles were from clenching 
the armrests.  Whatever the reason, she increased her pace.  Now she used both 
hands, wrapping my cock in a slippery prayer of fingers and palms.  Alexis 
stroked my cock from the spit-dripping bottom to the shiny engorged red tip. The 
combination of her hands and the vision of my wife willingly prostituting 
herself was suddenly too much to compete with.

	"Fuck!" I cried, as Alexis giggled softly.  She pumped my cock with one 
hand as I went off like a geyser.  Long strands of semen flew up and Alexis 
narrowly dodged getting soaked. 

	Alexis stroked me until I had shot my load completely.  When I opened my 
eyes, I saw her resting back on her heels, between my legs, a superior smile on 
her lips.  Tara had shifted back, away from Brian when she heard me, realizing 
that her easy money was gone.  Never a sore loser, I pushed Alexis away from me.

	"Alexis, get your ass over there," I said between shudders.  "You haven't 
finished your part of the game `till your mouth joins Tara at your Master's 
cock." 

	Brian buried his fingers in Tara's hair, pulling her mouth down over his 
cock.  Possibly remembering his earlier admonition to me about her teeth, he 
growled roughly at her, "remember your obligation to your `husband' and your 
family.  Keep your teeth in check."  Alexis quickly joined my wife on the floor, 
and began to stroke Brian's thighs as Tara reluctantly used her mouth on my 
houseguest.  Watching her suck him, knowing that she was pissed off since she 
had nothing more to gain from the encounter, was enough to get me hard again.

	Brian came quickly with both sets of lips working him over.  After 
catching his breath, he motioned Alexis back to me.  "Pet, don't let me appear 
to be a sore winner.  Go show Arthur that you have skills with your lips as well 
as with your hands."  I couldn't tell if he was being smug or sincere, but 
frankly it didn't matter much.  Alexis was obviously upset that Brian was 
turning her over to me; her disappointment was clear in her eyes.  I reached 
behind her, and holding on to that convenient braid of hers, I pulled her head 
down to my lap.  I'll give the slut credit; she didn't try to protest.  Alexis 
just opened her lips and pointed my cock into her mouth.  My cock, already slick 
from her spit, just coasted right in.  I just pulled on her braid until she took 
in my entire length.  

	"You too, Tara," Brian added. "You just cost your husband a pretty penny.  
The least you could do is start paying off that particular debt."

	Tara crawled over to me, and shook her head as she watched Alexis sucking 
me down.  "It looks like the short shit has him taken care off," Tara remarked.  

	Alexis's cheeks flushed, with hate or embarrassment I was never sure.  

	"Back off a little, Alexis," I commanded, pulling back on her braid.  
"Stop being so selfish and give my wife some to suck."

	Alexis pulled back a few inches.  Tara didn't move so I reached down and 
grabbed a nice handful of her slippery hair.  Tara squealed as I lifted her off 
her knees but she stopped her bitching as soon as I placed her face on my 
crotch.  While Alexis sucked the tip of my cock, Tara wrapped her lips around 
the base.  Tara's pillow breasts were crushed against my thigh, and I wished I 
had a third hand to give her nipples the squeezing they deserved.  The two 
redheads were a sight to behold.

	It wasn't comfortable for either of them, but my grip on their scalps 
silenced any protests.  I think the girls hated being so near to one another 
more than anything else about the situation.  Their lips would touch on my cock 
and I could feel their tongues pause as they recoiled from each other.  Of 
course, this just meant I pulled their heads closer till they were almost cheek-
to-cheek.  In retaliation, both of them licked and sucked harder, trying to get 
me off faster so this new humiliation would end.

	Even I couldn't last long under their double sucking.  I bit back my moans 
so that Alexis would have no warning when my cum fired like a rocket in her 
mouth.  Alexis froze then gagged in surprise as my cum shot down her throat, and 
Tara paused as well.  My whole body was shaking from the bliss of their two 
tongues.  I pulled viciously on Alexis's braid, bringing her mouth completely 
down on my cock as I released a third squirt.  Then I released her, grabbed my 
cock with my hand, and pulled Tara's mouth over my tip to take Alexis's place.  
Tara shrieked at the sudden hair pull but I drowned her protests with a fresh 
spurt of semen, a good portion of it firing up onto her face.  I was still in 
the throes of orgasm, and I didn't want it to stop.  I pulled her head down over 
my cock and kept her there.  She squirmed and pushed as I expelled every last 
drop into her mouth.  

	Alexis was glaring at me, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand. I just 
gave her a smile as I gave Tara a hard smack on her ass.  "Now, Brian, I believe 
lunch should be almost ready.  What do you say we eat out on the back lawn and 
we can watch the horses being exercised?  I have a new two-year-old that shows 
some promise as a jumper."

	"Great, Arthur.  I'd love to see them.  Shall we bring the toys along for 
the meal?  I have Alexis's dishes in the car."  I knew that Brian preferred his 
sluts to dine as I do mine, on the floor beside me, usually in silver or steel 
dog dishes.

	I sent one of the maids out to his car to fetch Alexis's dishes as we 
moved our party outside.  I was infuriated with Tara for costing me an 
additional ten grand, and I decided to let her experience some of my disgust.  I 
clipped a leash to the choker around her throat and pushed her neck back to the 
ground as she began to get to her feet.

	"I don't think so, slut."  I said.  "Your performance today has not earned 
you the privilege of walking.  You'll crawl to lunch."  I fastened two short 
chains between her wrists and knees, effectively limiting her movement to a few 
feet with each step.  She would be forced to shuffle quickly beside us on her 
knees to keep up, and she would be prevented from succumbing to the temptation 
to strike out when she realized what I had in mind.  

	"Just to prove that I'm not completely devoid of refinement," I said 
sarcastically, "and that I'm not a sore loser, perhaps you'll do the honors?"  I 
handed the end of Tara's leash to Alexis.  Her eyes widened as she realized what 
I was offering.  A sly smile crossed her lips, one almost as vicious as the 
sneer that Tara had earlier held for her.  She took the leash in her small hand 
and waited for my nod.  I motioned to the French doors, which opened to the back 
gardens and watched appreciatively as she roughly led Tara outside.  It was like 
watching a grade-schooler lead a Doberman; such was the size difference between 
the two.  Even on her hands and knees, Tara's back was level with Alexis' upper 
thigh.  Under normal circumstances, I knew my wife could physically overpower 
Brian's little snippet without much effort, but these weren't normal 
circumstances. 

	"Anytime you would like to test your 'skills' against a paid whore again, 
you just let me know," I told Alexis.  "I've got many more games in mind to win 
back my money from your Master."