Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Alternative Education By Ray Dario (C) *** If you like this story or hate it, I'd love to hear from you at raydariolw@yahoo.com *** My wife was a total bitch! I mean a one hundred percent purebred, howling at the moon bitch! Moaning day and night about everything from the yard needing to be raked to having too much laundry to do. Shit, Terry didn't work, she didn't do housework worth crap, she didn't even fuck very good. All day long while I worked my ass off playing suck-up to the vice president of the company I worked for, she laid around the house feeling sorry for herself. At company picnics and parties she always whined that she didn't have as many nice toys as the other manager's wives or some such shit. But I was indulgent of her, mainly because I really was deeply in love with her. We had met at college, where I was getting my master's degree in marketing and she was taking every bullshit art history class they offered. We met, believe it or not, at a Baptist Student Union party where a friend had dragged me in an effort to convert me to a Jesus lover. Terry was there because her friend had told her that all the rich boys would be there. Well, we got to talking and somehow, some way, I fell in love with her and she fell in love with my father's money and influence. Of course I didn't realize that was what she was after then; I was a little naive. To make a long story short, we started dating and soon went steady and then before I woke up we were married. I should have been suspicious when she told me she was on her period on our wedding night and we didn't screw for a whole week. Finally she relented and we made love, but where she had been an active, eager participant in the past, that night she was exceptionally passive, lying on the bed and not moving until I came inside her, then she just rolled over and wanted to go to sleep. That is how our lives went for several years. I was becoming more and more unhappy and had seriously considered getting out of the marriage a couple of times. Finally, I put my foot down. "Terry, either we go to a marriage counselor or I want a divorce," I said one night over the table at one of her favorite restaurants. "What?" She looked at me aghast for a full minute while the tension built between us, then she burst into tears. I had lived with her too long. I knew it was just a ruse and I wasn't moved. "I've been a terrible wife, but I'll get better. I'll try really hard this time," she said through the crocodile tears. Yeah right! Oh sure, things would change for a week or two but then we'd be right back here again. I admit it, I'm a cold bastard at times and I had anticipated her reaction. "Okay, if you really want to try then come to counseling with me," I said, softly but firmly. "Why do we need a counselor? I thought our marriage was so good!" She saw my face and the tears dried up as she changed tactics. "That's why we need a counselor," I said, keeping my voice low, but firm. Throughout the rest of the meal we argued, but I never wavered and finally, while we were driving home, she gave in. "Well fuck! If you're so set on it then we'll go, but it won't change anything. She'll side with me, you'll see. I'll get us a counselor tomorrow." "No." If I let her pick the counselor she'd be right. She'd side with her. Terry would make sure of that before we ever got there. But I ain't that stupid. "I've already booked an appointment for Friday afternoon. I'll pick you up at home at two o'clock and we'll drive over together." "Who the fuck is it? How do you know she's any good?" She glared at me across the center console between us. "Do you remember Paul, the vice president?" "Yeah, the one with the mousy wife who dotes on him hand and foot and dresses like a total slutpuppy?" "Yeah, that's him. He recommended this counselor to me." "Why in the hell would that asshole need a marriage counselor? His wife is so sweet and nice and good to him. He couldn't ask for a better marriage." "Well, fact is, he told me that years ago she wasn't very nice to him at all and he didn't know how to make her happy. They went to this counselor and now they have a very wonderful, happy marriage. He told me that without counseling he wouldn't be a vice president, that he might not even still be with the company." I almost thought she was going to admit defeat. She looked down at her hands lying demurely in her lap and pouted for a full two minutes. I let her. Then she looked over at me and shrugged. "You're really serious about this, aren't you?" "Dead serious. And one other thing: if this fails, I'll file for divorce the next day." "You'd really divorce me? After all the good times we've had?" "Name one." That shut her up and when I looked over I thought I saw real tears in her eyes, but she didn't say a word. That night she slept in the guest room, and the next night too. Then Friday came and I went home to pick her up promptly at two. The bitch had a rosy black eye! I nearly shit my pants. "What the fuck happened to you?" I gasped. "I fell and hit a door but nobody else knows that. You call this off right now or I call the police and swear up and down you beat the shit out of me." My gut roiled inside me and I felt my world starting to collapse, but as I looked closer I realized the bruise wasn't real and inside I laughed at her stupidity. Did she really expect me to fall for such a stupid trick? It just showed how little respect she had for me. I stared at her and my heart went cold. Ice formed in my veins and every ounce of love and respect I'd ever had for her slid down my leg and out onto the floor. I reached to my belt and handed her my cell phone. "Go ahead. I'll tell 'em it's makeup and they'll wash it off and throw your ass in jail for false arrest. Forget the counselor. I'll file for divorce tomorrow." I turned to leave and heard the biggest, fakest sob I've ever heard outside a b-movie. "Don't go. I'm sorry. No really, please Mike, stop!" I kept walking. I had heard it all before and found that I no longer gave a damn. She followed me all the way back to my car, pleading and begging and cussing me. Finally as I opened the door to get in my car her voice changed and I knew that finally she had exhausted all her schemes and manipulations and now I was hearing the real Terry. "Here, I'll wipe this off and we can go right now. I'll do anything the counselor says, I promise. Oh Mike, please don't leave me." For the first time in a long time she sounded sincere. Finally, after all I had been through with her, she had reached her rope's end. What was I to do? A divorce would have hurt my chances of being promoted with the company's geriatric upper management and I wasn't really interested in the bar scene anymore. I looked up at her and nodded. "But if you refuse anything the counselor says it's over." I gave her my best 'don't fuck with me' look and continued. "One whine, one lie, one 'no,' that's all it takes and we'll leave and never go back. Do you understand me?" For the first time in our five years of marriage I raised my voice and glared at her and suddenly I saw something in her eyes I hadn't seen in a very long time. A sparkle, a glint, a flicker of lust that had been missing since the day we married and I said 'I do.' She hurried around to the passenger side and got into the car. Without saying a word she dug into her purse and soon had the fake bruise gone from her face. As she cleaned her eye I drove and by two forty-five we pulled into the parking lot of a very swank building. I didn't open her door for her, like I usually did, and I didn't wait for her. I just walked inside and pushed the button for the elevator. When it arrived she was there with me and soon we were in a nicely decorated waiting room. We didn't have to wait for long before we were called into a very nice office. It was very comfortable looking, with dark paneling and low lighting. There were nice plants around and a large bookcase filled with impressive books on one wall. In the center of the room there were three comfortable chairs arranged so that they faced each other in a kind of rough circle. A tall man dressed in a polo shirt and slacks came into the room from another door and introduced himself. "My name is Frank Detrick," he said, holding out his hand. Terry and I both shook his hand and then he motioned to the chairs. "Shall we sit and get started?" "Why don't you start, Terry? Tell me a little about yourself and then why you are here." For the first time in a long time Terry didn't put on a big show. She looked at me and then turned to Frank. "I didn't want to come. I was afraid I'd lose control of my marriage, but I guess I have already lost control." "Go on." Frank said after a short pause. "I married Mike for his money. I never loved him and I have never respected him. But for the last two nights I've been terrified of being out on my own. I'm thirty-two years old. I didn't finish college and I've never worked outside the home." She broke down and real tears streamed from her eyes. "I can't go back to being poor again. You don't know how it is. I'll do anything." I had never heard her be so honest before and, although her words stung, I felt a little spark of the old love. Frank didn't look away from her or show any sympathy or any reaction at all to her words. He simply waited for her to stop crying and then looked over at me. "Your turn now, Mike." "Well, I'm a middle manager in the marketing department of my company. I have a master's degree in marketing. When I met Terry I fell in love with her and I have always loved her, but lately I just can't take the bullshit anymore. I want more than she is willing to give me. For five years I have done everything to please her, but that's over. I haven't had any control at all, and damn it I want my life back. With or without her." Frank kept the same impassive look as I talked. After Terry's admission I expected him to show some sympathy toward me, but he didn't; he showed nothing at all. He asked a few more questions of each of us and then turned back to Terry. "So Terry, what do you want? Mike is not willing continue on with an unloving wife. What do you want?" She looked up at him and her bottom lip quivered, but she and I both realized that tears were not going to have any effect on this man. "I want to stay married to Mike." "But you said you didn't love him or respect him." "I could learn to love him and, and just today I have learned that I might be able to respect him." "Why?" Frank's voice never seemed to change, always soft, even and steady. "Before we came over, I," she stopped talking and looked over at me. "I did something I shouldn't have done, something pretty stupid really, and he stood up to me. That was the first time he has ever really stood up to me." "And because of that you could respect him?" "Well, maybe, if he would do it all the time. I mean not always be mean to me, but just don't let me get my way all the time." "I thought you were afraid of losing control?" Frank prodded. "I am, but," Terry paused and looked first at me and then to Frank, "I need to be kept in line." "Mike, what do you think about that?" I was dumbfounded. For years, I had given in to her to keep her happy and now she was telling me that she didn't want me to let her have her way. "I don't know what to think," I said. "I just wanted her to be happy." The interview went on for some time. Frank asked very direct questions and never seemed to show any emotion to our answers. I learned a great deal about my wife that day. She'd had several affairs during our marriage, which I really hadn't even suspected. She liked sex rougher than I gave it to her. She liked her lover to talk dirty to her during sex. She wanted to be pampered and loved and cuddled but only by someone she respected. On and on, things I would have never guessed about her came out. Finally the session was over. "I want you two to consider something. It is very unusual but I think in your case it would be very beneficial. It is expensive, but the rewards to both of you would be worth it, I think." Frank looked at us and waited. I started to look at Terry, expecting her to make the decision, but then I thought about everything that had been said that day and stopped. I looked at Frank. "What is it and how much does it cost?" "It is a combined spa for Terry and a temporary maid service for you. The cost is fifty thousand dollars, but that gets a month at the spa for Terry and a month of maid service for you. At the spa, Terry will learn how to be the wife you want and you will receive training at night to make you the husband she needs." I remembered that Paul had said something about sending his wife to a spa after seeing the counselor and figured this must be the same kind of thing. Well it had worked for him, so what the hell? Besides, we had the money and if it made our marriage even half as good as Paul's then it would be worth it. "Okay, we'll do it." I didn't even look at Terry as I said it. Frank just nodded, but for the first time since I had met him, I thought I saw a flicker of a smile cross his face. "You'll have to fill out some forms and sign some papers. Mary will take care of you. Thanks for coming. We'll schedule another session for six weeks from now." He led us to the door and pointed us to the receptionist. "Mary, get them an 'S' package and take care of them, okay?" he said before he disappeared back into the room behind us. Mary gave us a fairly thick package and soon we were filling out forms and signing releases and other papers. It was almost as bad as buying a home but eventually we were done. A limousine would pick Terry up the next morning to take her to the spa and then that afternoon I would have my first "class" and meet my new maid. That night, for the first time in a long time, Terry and I had great sex. For some reason picturing her having an affair on me was stimulating as I pumped into her, and I got much rougher than I usually did. When she started moaning and moving around I got excited and actually grabbed her hands and held them above her head as I plowed my cock into her. It surprised me when I felt her cum and I realized that I had never given her an orgasm before, not even before we got married. After we calmed down, we laid together cuddling and talking about the spa and my classes. Each of us wondering what the future held, but both of us already believing that it would be better than the past. The next day, Terry left for the spa and then at about one o'clock there was a knock on the door. Two women waited with two large suitcases sitting beside them. One of the women was short, well built, with olive skin. She was dressed in a traditional black and white maid's outfit with a low-cut neckline that showed a great deal of cleavage and a separate thin black collar. Her legs, covered in black stockings, were full and firm and very shapely. She had the large doe eyes and beautiful aristocratic nose of the Spanish and long coal black hair hung down nearly to her waist. The other lady was tall and fair skinned. She wore a beige silk button up blouse with a high tight collar and long sleeves and a long black skirt. She had large breasts under her silk blouse, but the high collar did not show even the bottom of her neck and certainly no cleavage. Her blonde hair was pulled up in a severe bun on the back of her head. Her eyes were bright blue without a hint of laugh lines around them and she wore a pair of half glasses that made her look like a very cruel librarian The tall lady smiled a tight thin smile and looked me up and down like she was appraising a side of beef before she spoke. "You must be Mr. Stepps." "Yes, that's me. You must be from the maid service." "Yes. My name is Annita Bull and this is Donna. May we come in?" "Oh, sorry, yes please come in." I thought I saw Donna grin at my discomfort, but when I looked straight at her she just looked down quickly and didn't say a word. "Thank you. Please show us around so that Donna will know where things are and then you and I will talk." Damn, this lady was all business. She exuded control and confidence and her manner made me very nervous. I took them around the house, showing them the kitchen, the bar, the bathrooms and bedrooms, the office, the workout room, everything. Finally the tour was over. Annita had not spoken a word during the entire time and neither, I realized, had Donna. Annita turned to me then. "Come to your office with me. We will discuss the arrangements." She turned to Donna. "Donna, get us both drinks, make mine a scotch on ice." She looked over at me and waited. At first I wasn't sure what to do. This woman and her manner shook me up; she was so firmly in control that I felt like a small puppy dog trying to please his master. Then I realized Donna was waiting for me to tell her what I wanted to drink. "Uh, just get me a beer please." "No! Mr. Stepps, beer is for fat, overstuffed armchair quarterbacks who sit and fart and belch." She looked over at Donna. "He will have a martini." I just stood there in shock. Only my wife had ever spoken to me like that before. Donna said something very quietly and then hurried off. Annita led me, still in a daze, into my own office. She sat behind the desk and offered me one of the chairs in the center of the room. Without complaint I sat down. "Now, Mr. Stepps -- " "You can call me Mike," I cut in and received a glare from her in return. "Mr. Stepps, shall we begin? You have a lot to learn and I only have a month to teach you. You do want to learn to be the husband your wife needs, don't you? That is why I am here." "Yes ma'am." "Good. Let me tell you a little about what the next month is going to be like, for you and for your wife. First off. Donna and I will be living here. You will learn a great deal of how you should treat your wife by watching how I treat Donna. Other things you will learn because I will teach you. By the end of the month, you will be a very different person. You will be a man, and not just a man, a man to be reckoned with." "Okay," I said slowly. I wondered at the implication that I wasn't a man now. Deep inside me I almost agreed with it. "Your wife will be much different when she gets back too. She will act much like Donna will act while we are here. If you treat her properly, and by that I mean as I teach you to treat her, then you and she will be very happy and you will be a very successful man. If you choose to ignore what I teach you, well, then you have wasted a great deal of money." She sat back and studied me for a while. Donna lightly tapped on the door to the office and then said quietly, "Mistress Annita, the drinks are ready." Annita looked up at Donna and smiled. "Thank you, my dear. Now take our luggage to our room and unpack. Quickly now." "Did she call you Mistress?" I asked, finally coming out of my daze and beginning to realize what was going on. A grin crept onto my face as I contemplated the future. "It is not a laughing matter, Mr. Stepps," Annita said coldly. "I'm sorry, I wasn't laughing at that. I was thinking about my wife." A smirk crossed her face, the first chink in her armor that I had seen. "Yes, I imagine that right now she is wondering what you got her into. But don't worry. The people at the spa are very good at what they do. You'll be quite impressed when she gets back home." For the next several hours, Annita and I talked. Always she guided the conversation, leading me on a journey to explore my own inner feelings. We talked about different things that had happened between Terry and myself, we talked about how I felt about Terry. We talked about how I felt when Terry had revealed that she had been unfaithful. Donna came to tell Annita that she was through unpacking and Annita sent her to check out our pantry and start supper. "Mr. Detrick believes that your wife is submissive and that somewhere deep inside your cowering shell is a Dom." "A what?" "A Dom, a man with a dominate side that needs to be in control." "You are a Domme and Donna is a submissive, right?" "Yes. I am Donna's mistress. Make no mistake, I love her dearly and she loves me. If Mr. Detrick is correct, and I have never known him to be wrong, then soon you and your wife will share the same kind of relationship." Terry and I, happy again? Well, maybe for the first time. Me in control of my own home, me in control of my life again, the thought began to burn in my head and I liked the way if felt. I thought back to when I had lost control and how it had snowballed until recently I had just been getting by. Not just at home either, at work too. Suddenly I realized how close to the edge I had come before finally putting my foot down and I shuddered. I looked up at Annita with hope and eagerness shining in my eyes and she smiled. Not the thin tight smile but a genuine warm smile. The weeks passed quickly and every day new doors were opened up to me. People at work noticed right away. They asked if I had started working out or if I had cut my hair. People who wouldn't have given me the time of day six weeks ago started asking for my opinion and calling me "Sir". My home life was wonderful; Donna was a great cook and she kept my house immaculate. Annita gave me lessons every night, but they didn't seem like lessons, it was more like we just sat around talking. Life was good for once, but I didn't know how much better it could get. One week before Terry was to come home, Annita and I were finishing dinner. Donna was standing by the dining room door, ready to get us anything we needed, as she always did while we ate. She was wearing the same style of maid's outfit that she'd had on the first day we met. Annita was wearing one of her typical conservative outfits with a high-buttoned collar and long black skirt that reached her ankles. Her hair was, as always, pulled back into a severe bun perched high on the back of her head and she still wore her glasses, although I had learned that she didn't need them at all. Annita put her fork down and gently dabbed at the corners of her mouth with her napkin. "A very good meal, Donna," she said as she put her napkin down on the table. She turned to me. "Well, I think you have finally learned enough to go to the next level." This was high praise from her and it brought a smile to my lips. "Thank you. So what is the next level?" "Donna, clear the table and then come back to us. Leave the dishes until later." "Yes, Mistress Annita." Donna quickly cleared the table and then returned. All the while Annita hadn't said a thing. Finally she spoke. "As I'm sure you have guessed, Donna and I are lovers." "Yes, I gathered that." Annita nodded. "You have learned the lifestyle outside of sex, now it is time for you to learn how to be the lover your wife needs. Tonight you will watch Donna and I together. I want you to watch how I treat her. Study what you see, don't just view it as an erotic show, but learn from it." I blinked several times, but her training was shaping me, changing me from my old fumbling self into something more and I managed to maintain my composure. "Thank you. This is more than I had expected," I said. She smiled, apparently approving of my response. "Go sit in the living room. Donna and I shall be there soon." I nodded and rose. I felt a little awkward sitting in the living room by myself so I got up and fixed myself a tom collins, having given up beer, and then sat in a chair that would give me a good view of most of the room. Presently Donna entered and quickly moved the coffee table out of the center of the room. She laid a large cloth-covered pad in the middle of the floor and then dropped two fluffy pillows in white satin cases down. She then removed her shoes and knelt in the center of the pad with her head dropped, looking down. She waited like that for several minutes, not saying a word, and I wondered if she was expecting me to do something, but I was just supposed to watch and learn so I sat there quietly and waited with her. Maybe ten minutes later Annita stepped into the room. When I saw her it took every ounce of self-control I had to keep myself from staring. Gone were the conservative clothes. In their place she wore a tight black leather corset with purple trim that lifted and held her breasts but did not cover them. She did not wear panties and her shaven pussy was bare and oh so beautiful. Her nether lips were distended and gaping slightly and her prominent clit was already visible, poking up from its velvety hood. Black hose, held up by purple garters attached to the corset, covered her legs and on her feet she wore a pair of black three-inch spike heels. I finally forced my eyes from her incredible body and up to her face. Her hair was no longer pulled back and wrapped up in a bun. Now it flowed down around her face and over her shoulders like an angel's halo. She stood in the doorway for a full minute studying Donna, and then moved forward. For the first time I noticed that in her hand she held a short black riding crop. She moved behind Donna and laid the crop on her shoulder. I saw Donna quiver and in her eyes I saw a burning desire that I had never seen before. "Stand up, little one," Annita said softly and immediately Donna rose to her feet in a single fluid motion. Annita walked around her Donna, dragging the tip of the crop over her pet's body suggestively, letting it dip down into the deep crevice of her exposed cleavage and then moving on to slide along the gentle swell of her hips and down to slip under the short skirt of the maid's uniform and down the small girl's inner thighs. "Remove your dress," Annita said simply once she had completed her circle. Donna responded quickly, reaching behind her to unzip her uniform and then shrugging it down over her shoulders. Once the dress hit the floor she stepped out of it and quickly folded it and sat it aside off the mat. As soon as she was done, she moved back to the center of the mat and stood there wearing only a push-up half-bra, white cotton panties and her black stockings. Annita hissed and moved in front of Donna. "Did I tell you this morning you were allowed to wear panties?" Donna looked shocked and then turned bright red. "No, Mistress Annita." "Then what is the meaning of this?" Annita asked, touching the cotton fabric with the tip of the crop. "I'm sorry, Mistress. The maid skirt is so short and you didn't tell me to show off for Mr. Stepps. I thought you would want me to wear panties." Donna was almost crying, but fighting to hold back the tears. "Did you ask? No! I am proud to show off my pet's pretty little ass and pussy. You know that. Apparently I have grown too lax while I tutored Mr. Stepps. Go get me my stiletto from our room. And hurry!" Donna rushed from the room and Annita turned to me, her demeanor no longer angry, but that of the wise tutor I had come to know. "You must be firm with your wife. Do not let her start second guessing you or disobeying you even if she has some excuse." Donna returned, flushed and out of breath, her nipples all puckered and very red. She knelt in front of Annita and offered the slim knife to her. It looked very sharp and quite dangerous. "Stand," Annita said forcefully, and Donna stood quickly. "Face Mr. Stepps." Donna turned to face me, trembling with excitement. Annita walked around her pet again and then gingerly slid the knife inside the elastic waistband of her cotton panties. The material parted like warm butter against the razor-sharp blade and the panties fell to the floor, revealing Donna's gorgeous sex to my hungry eyes. She too was shaved bare without even a hint of pubic hair. The scent of her wafted into the air and I wanted to rush over and press my lips and tongue between the pouting lips of her beautiful pussy. Instead I sat and looked at these two exquisite women in front of me. Annita took the knife over to the coffee table and sat it down. "Pick up your panties and throw them away. You are not to wear panties again until the day we are leaving. Do you understand?" "Yes, Mistress," Donna said and then quickly removed the panties from the mat where they had fallen. She hurried back from the waste-basket after discarding her ruined underwear and stood facing me, waiting for her mistress to tell her what to do. "You know I must punish you for disobeying me." "Yes, Mistress." Donna's eyes filled with tears and I thought she was going to weep openly, but she managed to stifle her soft sobs. "Bend over and grab your ankles." Annita's voice was firm but somehow still loving. Donna did as she was told immediately, placing her bare ass into the perfect position for a spanking. Annita stepped to the side and raised the riding crop, then stopped. "You may want to watch this from over here," she said, looking directly into my eyes and motioning me to come stand on the other side of Donna. I took my place and watched intently as Annita raised the crop again. I had never thought about spanking as being erotic before, but as Annita brought the crop down onto Donna's soft flesh my pulse quickened and I forgot to breathe. A thin red line appeared across Donna's ass where the crop struck and Donna gasped out loud. "Thank you, Mistress," Donna said quickly, but her voice quivered and between her legs I saw her pussy lips gape open and grow moist. Annita brought the crop up and then down and again Donna thanked her, but this time her voice broke slightly and I looked at her face and saw tears on her cheeks. A third strike landed across her beautiful rounded ass, leaving a third thin red line, and again Donna thanked her mistress. I looked up at Annita's face. She was flushed and her eyes were shining brighter than I had ever seen them. Her chest heaved as she sucked in ragged breaths and I saw just a hint of trembling in her hands. She stopped and I watched as she forced her composure back into place. "Have you learned your lesson, my little one?" she asked. "Yes, Mistress. Thank you for correcting me." Donna was having a hard time not crying and I knew she must be uncomfortable standing there, bent over, with her ass high in the air. "You see, Mr. Stepps, Donna needs to be corrected. She actually enjoys it, and enjoys knowing that I care enough to do it. She and I love each other deeply and we trust each other. Your wife will need to be corrected too. This was a big part of why she was unhappy before. Subs need limits and control to be imposed upon them by the people who love them. Without it, they become unhappy and sometimes even self-destructive." She moved the crop until the end gently touched Donna's sopping pussy. "Look at how aroused she is," Annita said softly, pressing the tip of the crop past Donna's gaping pussy lips and into her hole. "Move closer and look at her beautiful pussy. Smell her fragrance. Soon you will have your wife home and you will enjoy this from her." Annita stood waiting, giving me a chance to enjoy the scene, then she moved to Donna's side and laid the riding crop gently across the small of her back. "Kneel in front of me. My pussy needs soothing." Donna moved quickly, kneeling in front of Annita and then leaning forward. Her tongue slipped out from between her lips and touched her mistress's pouty red lips. Annita almost moaned. She closed her eyes and tipped her head back as a satisfied smile formed on her lips. Donna licked and lapped at Annita's bare sex, sucking her lips into her mouth and gently nipping at her mistress's clit until Annita grabbed her hair and pulled her away. "Enough! For now," Annita said, her voice going from rough to soft within the three words, then motioned me back to the couch and moved to a chair near me and sat down. Her face was flushed and her chest heaved with each breath but she wasn't ready yet to let herself cum. "Go get your toys. Bring them here. Bring the lubricant too," she ordered, breathing hard between each sentence. Once Donna had left, Annita turned to me. "Mr. Stepps, you are about to see a beautiful show. You may want to loosen your pants; feel free to take your cock out if you need to." I loosened my belt, but still felt a little self-conscious about exposing myself. Donna returned with a large bag of assorted sex toys. I had never seen so many different vibrators, dildos, butt plugs and other assorted sexual items before. She sat the bag down on the floor and then resumed her position kneeling in front of her mistress with her head bowed. "Well, Mr. Stepps, what would you rather see my sweet Donna here do? Fuck a huge dildo in her pussy or perhaps a double fuck with a butt plug and a vibrator?" I was getting into the spirit of the game so I leaned forward a little and asked. "How big a dildo can she do?" "Well, let's just see. Show Mr. Stepps your biggest dildo, pet." Donna looked at me with an expression that was either venomous or lusty, I wasn't sure which, but she reached into the bag and retrieved a huge pink dildo that must have been four inches across and probably eighteen inches long. I had never seen any sex toy as big as this thing. She held it up so that I could see it and waited. "Well, what do you think, Mr. Stepps. Can my sweet little Donna take that thing?" Honestly I wasn't sure she could even squeeze the head of the monster into her sweet pussy. I stared at the dildo and then down at Donna's gaping hole. She was very wet already; in fact I could see smears of pussy juice all down her inner thighs and I realized just how turned on she was by all of this. "No way she can take the whole thing," I said, "but how much can she take?" "Let's find out. Donna lay back, prop your pretty little ass up on a pillow so that Mr. Stepps has a good view and then fuck yourself. You may use the lubricant. Push that dildo as deep into your pussy as you can. Remember, I know how deep you can take it so don't think you can go easy on yourself." Donna nodded and then followed Annita's orders exactly. Very soon she had spread clear gel all over the huge pink toy, then she laid back on the mat and positioned one of the pillows under her firm round ass. She was pointed just a little away from me, but I could still see quite well as she placed the head of the massive dildo against her beautiful pussy and began to slide it in. I couldn't believe my eyes as her dark lips parted and accepted this huge toy. Inch after inch slid into her, and I became transfixed by the scene before me. She paused with about half of the thing inside her and took several deep breaths. That was when I noticed that she was sweating and her legs were shaking slightly. "Beautiful, isn't she?" Annita said and looked over at me as I leaned slightly toward her to get a better view. She noticed what I was doing and her eyes went narrow. "Donna, didn't I tell you to make sure Mr. Stepps had a good view? And here you are turned away from him and making him lean to see your pussy. You stupid cunt!" I thought Donna was going to cry. Without removing the dildo she quickly turned herself on the mat so that her pussy was facing me directly. "I'm sorry Mistress. Terribly sorry." "Yes, well, continue, we'll see about your punishment when you are done." Continue? Shit, I thought she had taken all she could take, but I was wrong. Donna again took hold of the huge dildo and began to work it even deeper into her spread pussy. Two more inches disappeared inside her and still she kept working it deeper. Now she was having to pump it in and out to make any progress, but slowly more and more of the giant plastic cock sank into her. Finally she stopped, nearly crying. "Yes, yes, you have done well, little one," Annita cooed. "You see, Mr. Stepps, sixteen inches of cock inside her beautiful pussy. Now, my pet, turn over and put Little Joe into your sweet little ass." Donna's eyes grew wide, but she didn't hesitate. Without taking the pink dildo out of her pussy, she rolled to her belly and fished a slender white vibrator out of her bag. She looked back at Annita and then down at the small bottle of lubricating gel. "Yes, my dear, you may slick it up first." Annita said softly and we were rewarded with a glowing smile. Donna quickly spread a copious amount of gel onto the vibrator and then drew her knees up under her. She reached back and pressed the pointed end of Little Joe against her puckered little hole and paused for just a second. "Watch this now. She is very good," Annita said with pride. She was right. Donna relaxed her muscles and slid the slim vibrator into her ass in a single fluid motion. Little Joe was maybe eight inches long, but Donna managed to slide the entire length into her hot little ass without pausing. "Now fuck yourself with both of them," Annita commanded. Donna looked back over her shoulder and our eyes met. Never in my life had I seen eyes so filled with lust. They flamed with her desire as she stared at me and then lowered herself down to one elbow. Using that hand to work the huge dildo in her pussy and her other hand on Little Joe, she began to fuck herself with the two toys. She moved them slowly at first and then her tempo began to increase. Soon she was pounding herself like a woman possessed, but still her eyes never left mine. "Do you want her to cum, Mr. Stepps?" Annita asked without taking her eyes off her lover. "Yes." The word came out of my throat hoarse and raspy and the sound of my own voice surprised me. "Very well. Donna, you may cum now." I guess that Donna had been holding back, because as soon as Annita spoke her body began to tremble and shake. Her eyes, so long locked on mine, closed, and her head drooped down, as her body convulsed and shook. Suddenly she groaned a long lusty groan and then collapsed onto the mat and lay still. Annita gave her a few minutes to rest while I just stared at this beautiful woman lying on my living room floor with both her pussy and ass full and her body still quivering. "Now, Mr. Stepps, you will receive another lesson in discipline." She turned to Donna. "Remove your toys and stand up." Her voice held a hard edge as she spoke and Donna immediately responded, first sliding the toys from her two wet holes and then quickly scrambling to her feet. She stood facing toward Annita with her head bowed and waited. "You disobeyed me," Annita said, her voice steely and cold. "You know I must punish you for that." Annita walked around Donna slowly, lightly slapping her riding crop across the palm of her hand. Donna stood shaking and almost sobbing in front of her. "You see, Mr. Stepps, how she shakes, but as you saw earlier, she is not afraid of the crop I hold. Look closer, between her legs. Go on, go to her and look at her very closely, put your finger inside her and you will see." I wanted to leap out of my chair, but remembered my training and stood up slowly. I walked over to Donna and before I even reached her, I smelled her sex again, a strong pungent aroma that filled my nostrils and made my already-hard cock jump inside my loosened pants. I stood in front of the quivering woman and reached down with my hand to touch her pussy. My God, she was on fire. I slid a finger inside her and heard her moan. She lifted her head, ever so slightly, and for a brief second I saw her eyes. Black fire burned inside her. Lust filled her eyes and flowed out and into my soul. I thrust my finger as deep into her sex as I could and fucked her with it for just a second. "Taste her juices. You will find her most pleasing, Mr. Stepps." I did as Annita instructed, lifting my finger to my lips and tasting Donna's nectar. It was sweet and yet had an earthy taste that was divinely erotic. "You see, she does not fear punishment; she relishes it. She needs it, in fact. Don't you, my pet?" "Yes, Mistress Annita. Please whip me, punish me for being bad. I live only to serve you and I must be punished so that I will serve you better." I studied Donna's face. She was sincere. I heard the soft whoosh of the crop through the air and then the harsh slap of it against her olive skin. Donna's face lit up with a combination of pain and delight and she gasped as though a cock had just penetrated her pussy. I stepped around her and looked down at her beautiful round ass, an ass I had admired since the day she'd arrived, and saw yet another thin red line running across both cheeks where the crop had struck. "Thank you, Mistress," Donna said quietly in that same tone she had used before. Again Annita brought the crop down, and this time I was able to see it strike. Donna's soft ass clenched in pain and her cheeks jiggled enticingly as she stifled a soft yelp. "Thank you, Mistress." Again Annita struck, and this time Donna sobbed before thanking her. I was enthralled. Part of me begged for Annita to stop the punishment but the stronger side wanted it to continue. Suddenly a light came on in my head and I realized that all the times that Annita had taken Donna to their room to "discuss" her disobedience, this is what had happened, or something very similar. I looked up at Annita's face and realized that she was as aroused by this as Donna was. I looked over at Donna, her head bowed and her eyes now closed, anticipating the next stroke of the crop. Time stood still for me then as my brain slowly began to assimilate everything that had happened during the last several weeks. I looked down at Donna's sweet ass, now streaked with red and more beautiful than any ass I'd ever seen before. I smiled, the same smile a six year old gets when he first understands how to read. Everything I had learned from Annita clicked into place and suddenly I knew who and what I was and who and what Terry was. I was a Dom. Terry was a sub. It was my fault that our marriage failed because I hadn't understood. It wouldn't happen again. I was elated, ecstatic. Then I realized that Annita was looking at me. She was smiling and nodding her head. She put the crop down and turned to face Donna. Taking her face gently in one hand, Annita leaned down and kissed Donna gently on the lips and then led her away to their bedroom. I didn't see them again for well over an hour. Then Annita came to me and we sat and talked about what had happened. We talked about the importance of cuddling after any punishment. We talked about different forms of punishment and how to know when it was enough. We talked at length about the responsibilities of the Dom and of the sub and we talked for a very long time about trust. Somewhere during our conversation Donna came to bring us drinks and then she sat at Annita's feet and listened to us talk. That night I went to bed happier than I had been in years. For the first time in a long time my life was looking up. Not just at work, but at home as well, and now I understood why and how. It wasn't going to be just a short-term fix. This was for real and for the rest of my life. Annita and Donna left early the next morning. I had learned all that I needed to know from them. Two days later I came home from work to find my wife there. She greeted me at the door with her head bowed, wearing a very sexy maid's outfit. "Hello, Terry," I said, feeling confident in our relationship for the first time. "Hello, Master."