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 The ringing of the telephone woke me and i scrambled to get it before it
woke Her.  Too late, She already had it in Her hand, "Hello?"

   "Good Morning, I hope that I didn't wake You.  My name is Angela, do You
remember, I hope so.  You extended an invitation last night, to come up to
the room and have a drink.  Well, I am not a very big party animal, but
there are some things that interested me in You and Your husband.  Would
You and he like to come up and have brunch with us?"

   She twists around to see the clock on the night stand.  It reads 9:30.
"Sure, about forty-five minutes?"

   "Splendid, see You then, Room 1312."

   " Thanks, bye." and She hung up the phone.  Getting out of bed, She pads
to the bathroom.  The sound of Her water tells me that it is the start of
another day in paradise with Her.  If W/we had known then...

   "slut..." Her voice from the bathroom.

   i finish turning up the heat and straightening the bed.  Going to the
bathroom, She looks up from Her seated position and smiles.

   "I love you, you wimp.  You know that.  I had a wonderful time last
night.  Wipe"

   "i love You to Wife, so very, very much, there isn't anything i wouldn't
do to please You and make You happy.  i am very glad You enjoyed Yourself."
Moving in front of Her kneeling, i use my tongue to clean Her morning dew.

   She stands, and turns Her back to me.  "Scratch." She directs.  "Did You
fold My clothes neatly, last night?"

   "Yes, Dear One." lightly scratching across Her back, shoulders, and
upper arms, trying to move lightly enough to raise goose bumps.

   "We'll see, now, I want a quick Shower to warm up, go..." She turns and
slaps the cheek of my ass playfully.

   Coming out of the shower, She asks if i remember anything about Angela
and Her husband.  Since i pay so much attention to what is around me, i say
that i do and relate that She is about Your height, slightly heavier, but
not much, dark hair, nice figure, little hippy.  Her husband is named Rod,
or Ron.  very quiet, well mannered and attentive.  Both dressed and acted
like money, not rotten, but they have more than they need.

   By now, You have finished dressing.  You have on Your hose and garter,
as always,.  A pair of almost non-existent see through green panties, a
long Line bra that forms You chest into torpedoes, a short, but not quite
stocking top short leather mini skirt and an emerald green high neck satin
blouse.  Again, the inevitable high heels.  Conservative and yet, sexy as
hell.

   "I wonder..." You murmur to Yourself.

   "Dear, did You say something?" just stepping out of the shower myself.

   "Hmm, no just thinking out loud.  Hurry up or you'll make Me late.  Get
dressed."

   Looking on the bed to see if She has laid anything out for me and not
finding anything.  "Wife, anything in particular."

   She looks at Her watch, a smile creeps over Her face, "Sure, slut, pure
slut.  And hurry, you only have ten minutes."

   Really i do hate it when She does that, but in the same turn it is what
i deserve.  "Yes Mistress Wife," switching to my alter role.  Now when She
says pure slut that means that I am to be as sissy and sexy as I know She
wants.  Usually She reserves this for private times, but occasionally will
do it just to set me up for some public humiliation.  Going to where She
has pointed to on the drawers, there is what She wants me to where, i get
to choose, but...

   The garter belt, black, and dark hose.  A cock harness with an attached
ball spreader, a but plug shaped like a cock, fire engine red panties, to
match the shade of polish She has me keep on my toe nails.  The matching
bra in an A cup with the nipples cut out..  Thin white chino trousers and
light white button down mans shirt.  Both of these so that it is obvious
what She has me wearing underneath.  The collar that She placed on me last
night is replaced and i am ready, nine minutes flat.

   She is at the door, "do you have any money left over from last night?"
Her hand's extended.

   Giving Her the remainder of the cash and my wallet, She places them in
the oversized bag on Her shoulder.  It looks very full, so i know that
after breakfast, it will be a long Saturday.

   She has me knock on the door of Room 1312, which is actually a suite. 
It is 48 minutes since She hung up the phone.

   "You already owe me 54 strokes and one for the fart I know you did when
You took out your plug last night.  And now you've made Me three minutes
late...  what am I to do with you?"

   The door opens, She laughs, "I knew it, I just knew it, I had that
feeling..."

   The man at the door is definitely a man who works out regularly, but he
is in a pair of spanking pants with the cheeks cut out, an X-harness and
cuffs at his wrists, elbows and ankles.  He is wearing a high posture
collar with, a large tag, almost like mine, hanging in front.

   "Please, do enter.".

   Wife steps through the door and I follow.  I can't help but look at him,
his face is flame red in embarrassment, and mine is right behind him.

   "Is that how You welcome My guest , roi?" The voice comes from across
the room.

   "May I welcome You to Her house, Madam." he kneels and kisses each of
Wife's high-heeled toes.

   "That's better," Angela comes from the other room of the suite.  She is
dressed in a pair of riding pants, knee high boots and a creme colored
blouse open below Her lacy bra.  She extends Her hand to Wife as She
crosses the room.

   "Very pleased to meet You," she states.  " Last night when I saw your
husband with the collar and tag, I knew You had a special relationship, and
I wanted to meet You."

   "Didn't You take a chance though, I mean, You really didn't know for
sure." Wife questions as Angela leads the two of them towards the table by
the window, set for two.

   "Well, I guess I did, but, if I was wrong, You would have walked away as
soon as roi opened the door.  But You didn't.  Either way it would have
been deliciously embarrassing for roi.  "

   I move around to seat Wife, and then Angela, since roi seems to be
rooted by the now closed front door.

   "roi, you may serve now," her voice laughs at his embarrassment, his
spanking pants have become to tight for him.

   The two of You talk through brunch, roi moves around the table, making
sure that what every is needed is there with out asking.  About half way
through the meal, You pause.

   "I am sorry.  slut, where are your manners, " looking at me, "strip..."

   My face goes red in a blush that starts from the center of my chest. 
This is the first time You have done this to me in public.  Taking off the
slacks and shirt, and folding them, neatly, i look about for someplace to
set them.

   "roi, " Angela points to me.  roi comes and takes the clothes, leaving
me standing there like some cheap slut in a two dollar cat house, which was
exactly Your intent.

   roi's pants are definitely stretched out of shape now, and very
uncomfortable for him I am sure.  I can say this since, I am uncomfortable
with the harness tightly around My worm and him wanting to grow.

   By the end of the hour the two of You are carrying on as if You had gone
to school together.

   "Would You like to give roi his punishment for not properly greeting
You"

   You pause only for a moment to think and Your mind is influenced by the
leather strap the roi brings and presents for Your use if You choose.

   "That would be delicious, but, I don't want to impose on Your pleasure
Angela.  Say, since slut had to be reminded of his manners this morning,
why don't You punish him?" You reach into Your back and remove Your
oversized paddle.

   Angela laughs, and claps Her hands together like a child at the circus.

   "roi, position 3," She tells him.

   "slut.  present"

   Both positions are amazingly similar, except that roi bends further
forward and places his hands behind his ankles so the cuffs can be latched
together.

   As Angela bends to fasten them, she says, "roi is such a baby, can't
stand and take his punishment so I have to restrain him.  Don't You have
that problem with slut?

   "No," You beam proudly, "slut does this because it makes me happy and
besides, he knows he will get far worse if he moves."

   Having cuffed roi, Angela asks, "May I pull sluts' panties down, I do so
like to see the flesh go from pink to angry red."

   "Of course," You reply, knowing of my further embarrassment of having
Angela see the but plug.

   "you really are a slut, aren't you dear," Angela asked absently, as She
toyed with the but plug.  This has so many possibilities.  Shall we begin?"

   As You step behind roi, You direct to me, " be sure to count and ask for
each one my pretty little slut."

   "Yes, Wife."

   "Miss Angela, may slut please have a stoke?"

   "Of course...", and She delivered the first immediately.

   roi, didn't say a thing, but after seeing Angela deliver Her first blow
to Your slut, You didn't need him to, whap, his first was delivered.

   And so it went, me counting and asking for another, roi, just counting.
After 30 the tears in my eyes were running freely and I was having a
difficult time counting coherently.  roi, was sobbing deeply at each blow
also.

   "I think that's enough for me for now," Angela says.

   Laughing You agree, after all slut still has 55 more coming that day

   "Angela, why don't we do Ourselves a favor.  I don't know about You, but
I've often wondered what it would be like to put someone other than slut
through my tricks..." the conversation fades as the two of You go into the
other room

   You and Angela were in the other room about an hour, i have no idea what
You talked about, now should i.  You called through the door, for me to
assume the position, after releasing roi.  That was about 50 minutes ago.

   "...  do You really think so?" Angela asks You.  The door is open and
You are both walking back towards roi and me.

   "slut, I have some bad news and some good news," laughing You glance at
Angela, then roi, and back at me.  "The good news is that I want to be with
roi this afternoon, and since you have nothing to say about who I go with
or what I choose to do, it will happen.  The bad news is that I traded you
for roi and Angela has some really nasty ideas for you.  I have faith that
you will make Her time very enjoyable and pleasurable,." Laughing at the
look on my face, You reach over, and snap the leash on roi's collar, throw
a bathrobe over his shoulders and lead him to the door.  You glance back
long enough to remind me" and behave, if I hear you were a bad little slut,
well, I'd better not.  Angela, knows what You can or cannot do, as I do for
roi.  Enjoy, slut." And You are out the door, roi on the leash back to our
room.