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Chapter 45



      

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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 5 -- The Clubhouse
Part: 45 of 57
Universe: The Pact
Summary: With Amy providing a feminine conscience, the boys clean up their
act somewhat and employ new recruiting methods -- at a new place.
Content: mF MF oral ir spank D/s blackmail

Chapter 45

	Bobby was relaxing atop Iris while she cooed and rubbed his back.
They'd kept going until Bobby had dropped two loads in her, and while she
wasn't Trish, Iris was certainly enthusiastic.  Bobby was having a mild
attack of conscience, but servicing Iris wasn't a romantic interlude -- more
like an exercise program -- and he had nothing better to do while his parents
worked their way through their initiations...

	The door opened and Frank Parker stuck his head in.  "I THOUGHT I
knew that voice!  Noisy, isn't she?"

	"YOU!" Iris erupted.  "What are YOU doing here?"

	"Looking for pussy!" Frank retorted.  "Got one?"

	Bobby looked from Iris to Frank and back, "What's up with you two?"

	"Oh, nothing!" Iris snarled, "He just basically forced himself on me
a couple of weeks ago -- that's all!"

	"You wanted it and you know it!" Frank replied.  "She's pissed
because I followed her home.  Actually, it turned out for the best, because
she hadn't gotten enough when I showed up -- but she's female, so she has to
bitch..."  He paused, eyeing her.  "So, have you gotten enough this time?"

	"You've got balls -- I'll say that!" Iris ranted.  "What are you
doing here, anyway?"

	"Pop is getting his initiation," Frank replied reasonably, "just like
Bobby's folks.  And just like Bobby, I'm at loose ends..."

	"Well, you can TAKE your loose ends and..." Iris began -- but Frank
was in the room already.

	Covering her mouth, Frank rasped, "Bitch, bitch, bitch...  She'd
bitch if you hung her with a new rope!  How many loads did she get from you,
Bobby?"

	"Two.  There was somebody else, too, before," Bobby supplied.

	"Greedy!"  Frank eyed her, his eyes glinting.  "You'd think I killed
her -- but she loves to fuck and it really didn't make any difference how I
got there that time.  She was gonna play with a dildo, weren't you, Iris?
Wasn't I better than a dildo?"

	For some reason, Iris had put up with Frank's hand over her mouth --
until he came out with THAT!  "Frank, do you HAVE to be an asshole?  You
didn't need to tell Bobby that!"

	"Maybe not, but he needed to know that all that crap you're spouting
is just that," Frank replied reasonably.  "She bitched and pissed and moaned
-- and we had sex, twice.  Does that sound like rape to you, Man?"

	"Not really."  Bobby eyed Iris, who looked grumpy but didn't say
anything further.

	"Wanna share?" Frank asked.

	"I'm done, I think," Bobby replied, backing off.

	"Suit yourself," Frank shrugged.  "I bet Iris would love to take two
dicks at the same time."

	"Frank!" Iris howled.

	"NOW what?" Frank asked in a tone of martyred patience.

	"You can't just..."

	Frank covered her mouth again.  "You'd be surprised what I can do,"
he replied.  "REAL surprised!"

	Bobby watched the pair.  Again, Iris didn't reach up to remove
Frank's hand right away -- she just lay there, instead, while Frank used his
other hand to massage one of her breasts.  When Frank did remove his hand, it
was to replace it with his mouth -- and Bobby watched him deliberately shove
his tongue into Iris' mouth before their lips even met.  When they separated,
Iris husked, "You're a sonofabitch."

	"And you love it, you porky little slut," Frank grinned, "and you
know it.  You get to piss and moan -- but I won't leave and I don't give two
shits and you'll get dicked, anyway.  And you can CLAIM I abused you..."

	"Rude!" Iris whined.  "You're just rude!"

	"You just don't want to hear it the way it really is.  Want some cock
to suck?  I thought so."  Frank didn't wait for a response -- he just turned
her head, climbed up on the bed and stuck his dick in her mouth, then reached
down to rub her pussy with one hand while holding her head up with the other.

	"Damn, Frank!" Bobby exclaimed -- but the outrage was counterfeit; he
was trying not to laugh.  And Iris was sucking, not fighting.

	"She's okay once you plug her mouth," Frank noted.  "Tell you what --
once I swap around and start poking her, just stick your dick in her mouth so
she doesn't bust our eardrums."  Frank's fingers were making wet sounds in
Iris' crotch.

	"I'll think about it," Bobby laughed -- but he got up and left a
couple of minutes later, leaving Iris to Frank's tender mercies.  Candace
sent him in to see his father, then found him a bed, since his parents were
staying the night.  Robert Senior waited until midnight or so to join his
wife in bed.

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	Abigail came home with her two younger female charges -- Tabitha and
Janice -- and ran right into the older generation of the Parker family.  Ron
stood there as she came down the first floor hallway, grinning.  "So you're a
club resource..." he noted.

	Abigail handed off the dress bags she was carrying to Janice and
replied, "Yes -- but this is my home turf..."

	Ron stepped up and pressed her against the wall, "And that changes
what, exactly?"

	Abigail's eyes flickered for a moment, but she got a grip and smiled.
"Not a whole lot, actually, Sir."

	"I hear naked is the uniform on the second and third floors.  What
about here?" Ron asked.

	"It's probably not a serious thing, particularly if there isn't
anyone but members around."  Abigail smiled.

	"Is there?" Ron asked.

	"I'd have to ask, since I've been out," Abigail replied, "but it IS
late..."

	Candace emerged from a room down the hall.  "We should be members-
only at this point, Abby.  We're going to have to get people up an hour or so
early and put up a breakfast -- Ron and Frank are staying the night, as well
as Bobby's family and Damian.  Toby and Amy will probably be at breakfast,
too -- there is going to be a little confrontation between Bobby's mother and
father at that point, and we'll need a certain cast of characters.  I'm
staying, too -- Damian seems to feel that he shouldn't have to sleep alone."
Candace smiled crookedly.

	"Okay, so, naked?" Abigail eyed Ron.

	"Let's just go to your room.  I feel like using a club resource," Ron
replied, eyeing her.

	"Okay."  Abigail turned to her daughter.  "Good night, Child.  Good
night Tabitha.  Set your alarms for an hour early, please."  Janice and
Tabitha nodded and moved on up the hall.  "This way, Sir."  Abigail took Ron
by the hand and led him off to her room.  Ron didn't get aggressive and he
didn't get fancy -- they got naked, he rubbed Abigail's pussy and played with
her small breasts until she got wet, then he knelt her up and fucked her.  It
was all about no-frills sex -- which was fine with both of them.  Romance, if
it ever surfaced between them, would be low-key and papered over by something
else -- and they both knew it -- so Abigail had no expectations.  Sex was
good enough, anyway, given the fact that Ron wasn't trying to injure her --
he just wanted to fuck.  They had a thoroughly satisfactory ten-minute fuck,
then Ron spooned up behind Abigail and she turned off the lights.

	Toby and Amy ended up taking Noreen and Donna home; Iris was busy
with Frank, and the pair seemed intent upon setting some kind of record for
sexual calisthenics.  Misha caught a ride with the couple, too, making for a
crowded car and limiting conversation regarding plans going forward.  Noreen
had to wait until they got home to issue Donna her marching orders...

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	Thursday morning, Arlene awoke to find Robert in bed with her,
struggling to find an alarm clock in the unfamiliar bed.  "There is a
bathroom down the hall," Robert Senior announced, rather coolly, "I'll show
you where it is.  I'm going to shower and shave, then breakfast is
downstairs."

	"Robert..." Arlene began.

	"Not now," Robert cut her off, "We'll talk at breakfast."

	Where her clothing was, Arlene couldn't guess -- but there were
fluffy white robes in the bathroom like those to be found at good hotels, so
she availed herself of one.  Robert dressed similarly after his shower and
led her downstairs to a kitchen area.  There, she found a mixed group of
people she'd met and people she hadn't.  There was a spare older woman whom
she'd only seen briefly tending the stove, assisted by Candace, a young black
girl, and a girl who was apparently the spare woman's daughter.  The man who
had been with the group the night before was also there, as was Bobby and a
friend of his named Frank.  The boy with the glasses who had taken the men
off the night before was there with a red-haired girl, also -- which made
quite a crowd -- but Arlene's eyes gravitated to her black lover of the night
before, who sat watching her as if he were waiting for something.  Dress for
the majority of those present was the same as what Arlene and Robert were
wearing; Arlene wondered distantly when the young people were going to dress
for school...

	The black boy, eyeing her, reached into his robe and adjusted his
package, deliberately exposing himself.  No one said anything.  Arlene got
hot and couldn't take her eyes off his cock, which began to rise under her
gaze.  "See something you want?" he asked, grinning evilly.  "Get naked and
crawl over here and maybe I'll give you some, Slut."

	Arlene flicked a glance at Robert, licking her lips, but his face
betrayed nothing.  The room was full of people, yet the black boy just waved
his cock at her and dared her to come get it...  She looked around,
humiliated...

	"You couldn't get enough black dick last night," the boy taunted,
totally outing her.  "We had to go around a couple of times, four or five of
us, for you to get enough.  You old man knows you're a slut for black cock --
you ain't kidding him.  Now do what the fuck I told you!"

	Arlene looked at Robert again -- and got the same stone face.  What
did it mean?  "Robert, I..."

	"Shut up, Arlene.  Do what you're going to do," Robert rasped.

	'God!  We're done!' Arlene wailed mentally.

	"Let's go, Slut!  Shit or get off the pot!" the black boy taunted.
"You're going to be going to obedience school -- I can see THAT coming!"

	Everyone just waited, watching her.  EVERYONE!  The black boy held
her eyes, waiting like the others, but transmitting his impatience.  He
snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor -- and Arlene started moving
before she even thought about it.  The robe had fallen from her shoulders and
she was on her knees before she realized what she was doing -- and by then it
was too late!  She couldn't even look behind her at Robert -- she'd burned
her bridges!  Slowly she crawled forward to a point between the black boy's
knees.

	"Stick your hands out," Damian directed.  He took the one displaying
Arlene's wedding and engagement set and said, "See those?  What do they mean?
Nothing to you, it looks like."  He dropped her hand.  "To me, it means that
HE owns your holes!"  Damian pointed at Robert.  "You're in deep shit, Bitch.
Did you think I was gonna give you a nice, favored spot in my stable?  What
the fuck for?  I've already GOT two women -- don't I, Candace?"

	Caught off-guard, Candace stumbled a second before agreeing, "Yes,
Damian."

	"Come over here and show this bitch who gets to suck my dick and who
doesn't," Damian directed.  Candace went over and gently pushed Arlene aside
before sucking Damian's length into her mouth.  Damian put his hand on her
head but didn't insist on gagging her.  "This one likes to argue a little
bit, but then she rolls over -- don't you, Babe?"  Candace gurgled around his
cock.  "My other one only knows two words -- 'Yes, Damian.'  That's all she
needs."  He eyed Arlene.  "If I was your old man, I'd beat your ass until
your nose bled for that little stunt -- you BETRAYED him!  But just because I
like your pussy, I'm gonna step in and tell him that it was more about me
telling you what to do than it was about you picking me over him."  He looked
up at Robert.  "It was on her face; she reacted to the command first, then
realized she'd fucked herself.  You know what that means, don't you?"

	"Yeah," Robert nodded.  "I need to take her in hand."

	"Yup."  Damian nodded.  "She's a cunt and she don't have no balls.  I
bet she's been talking a lot of shit -- probably to keep you from realizing
that she got too big for her panties at some point and needs a good ass
whipping and an attitude adjustment."  He nudged Arlene with a foot.  "Tell
your old man what a worthless cunt you are."

	'Will this help?' Arlene wondered.  Turning to face Robert, she said,
"I'm a worthless cunt."

	"No shit," Robert grunted.  "I've known for some time -- but you
didn't, apparently.  Now that it's all in the open, there are going to be
changes -- understand?  You don't run things anymore -- you've just
abdicated.  You don't run me and you don't run Bobby -- you don't run ANY
man!  Come over here and suck MY dick!"

	Arlene crawled over obediently and Robert made sure she took more
cock into her mouth than she wanted to.  In the meantime, Damian stopped
Candace, pulled her up and kissed her, and announced, "I have to get to
school."  The entire younger generation seemed to melt away at that point,
going off to change and get ready for classes, leaving Candace and Abigail
and Ron Parker.

	Robert waited until the room was cleared and then spurned Arlene.  "I
changed my mind!  Go suck HIS dick -- and do a good job or I'll beat the
living shit out of you!"  Arlene sat on the floor, looking shocked, so Robert
leaned forward and rasped, "NOW!"  Arlene got up on her hands and knees and
crawled toward Ron -- and Robert reached out and smacked her HARD on the ass,
leaving a handprint.  When Arlene turned around, looking startled, Robert
rasped, "Don't sit around thinking about what I tell you -- YOU DO IT!"  Then
he turned to Ron, adding, "Use her -- fuck her face!"

	Watching Arlene betray Robert left Ron more than happy to punish her,
so he made her absolutely miserable, moving her head by the hair, pushing and
pulling her mouth up and down on his cock and ranting about how worthless she
was.  Arlene alternated between being shocked and terrified; her world had
changed overnight to a place she didn't even understand, let alone control!

	The other women present ignored her plight; the spare woman, whose
name was Abby, apparently, presented Robert with a breakfast plate and he sat
there watching her suffer while he ate.  Candace took Arlene's abuser's
breakfast order as if nothing unusual was happening at all...  Finally, the
man shot his wad down her throat, choking her, then pushed her away and
turned to Robert.

	"I feel sorry for you," he announced.  "What are you going to do with
the worthless cunt?"

	"Try to train her, I guess," Robert sighed.  "From what I can tell,
she can fuck a lot better than what she's been giving me.  I'm going to be
fixing THAT, first..."

	The other man nodded.  "Let me know if you need any help -- I'd be
happy to beat the shit out of her with a riding crop."

	"We have a collection of whips and bindings and such," Candace noted.
"Ron, did you get a look at those things last night?"

	"Yeah, I did," the man -- Ron -- agreed.  "They're downstairs in that
dungeon area, right?"

	"Right."  Candace nodded.

	Robert eyed Arlene.  "Abby?  Would you cook some eggs or something
for old worthless, here?  I'll be back -- don't feed her."  To Arlene he
added, "Don't go anywhere.  Don't even move.  I expect to find you right
there when I get back."  He got up and followed Ron out.

	Arlene waited until the men were gone.  "He's kidding, right?"

	Abby looked on her with pity, "If you believe that, you've just made
another mistake.  You are in the doghouse -- if I was you, I'd expect to be
treated like a dog."

	"He can't beat me and stuff -- that's illegal!" Arlene blustered.

	"Honey, he can divorce you and make YOU pay alimony based upon what
you did last night!  I don't know if you're aware of this, but everything --
and I DO mean EVERYTHING -- is on video!  Do you have ANY IDEA how THAT would
play in divorce court?"

	Arlene blanched.  "You're kidding, right?"

	"I bet he shows it to you sometime this morning," Candace replied,
shaking her head.  "If I was you I'd crawl into his lap and promise him any
hole he wants, six times a day, thirteen days a week -- and mean it!  That
is, if you want to stay married!  For that matter, you'd better plan on kink
and swinging and gang-bangs -- maybe even dogs and ponies!  Beatings are the
LEAST of it!"

	Robert's return more or less confirmed Candace's hypothesis.  Robert
showed up with some leather bindings that he put on Arlene's wrists and then
hooked together behind her back.  When she started babbling about how she was
going to be good and everything would be all right and blah, blah, blah,
Robert brandished something with a flap of leather at the end of an eighteen
inch handle and swatted her on the ass with it, directing, "Silence!  Speak
only when you are spoken to!"  Then he brandished something else -- a tapered
plastic item with what appeared to be a pig's corkscrew tail on the other
end.  The other man -- Ron -- made the explanation, "You're a fuck-pig -- so
we found you a tail..."  Robert had her put her head and shoulders to the
floor and raise her ass, then inserted the thing -- without any lubrication!
It hurt like Hell and felt like it was going to rip her asshole before it
slipped inside -- and a few sharp tugs demonstrated the fact that it wasn't
going anywhere, once it was seated.  Then Robert took a plate of scrambled
eggs and bacon from Candace and put it on the floor, saying, "Eat, fuck-pig.
Don't make a mess."  Humiliated beyond words, Arlene sucked scrambled eggs
and bacon from her plate while the others watched.

	The other man -- Ron -- got up at that point and said, "I need to go
to work.  Want me to come back tonight?"

	Robert frowned.  "Can I call you?  I might decide to breed her to
some more blacks -- she seems to like that stuff.  Maybe I'll take her off
birth control and let her throw a litter.  Her daddy would be all over that,
I bet."

	Arlene's eyes got as big as saucers!  Daddy?  'Oh, GOD!'

	Ron turned his attention to Arlene and said, "You might have to wipe
his ass with your tongue after he shits, at this rate."  Giving vent to an
evil chuckle, Ron headed off.

	Robert turned to Arlene.  "I called in sick -- one of us is, anyway.
Maybe it's me -- I'm sick and tired of your shit."  He surfaced a dog collar
and leash and attached it around her neck.  "Let's go to the movies."  Waving
at the others, he led her off to the library.

	"Kneel up," he directed when they arrived, "We're going to watch 'The
Adventures of Arlene, Slut for Black Cock.'  It should be entertaining, don't
you think?"

	'Uh oh' didn't BEGIN to describe it!  And if one picture is worth a
thousand words, the videos Robert had collected in his hand were the
Encyclopedia Britannica!  At the time, the experience had been monumental --
but now, viewed from the perspective of having to justify what she did to her
husband of twenty years...  Tears rolled down her cheeks, constantly.

	The video ended and Robert just sat there for a while.  Arlene
couldn't bring herself to look at him directly.  Finally, he sighed, "Come
here."  Arlene couldn't lift her eyes to his, but she turned around and knee-
walked to a position between his legs.  Robert pulled her head into his
crotch -- not to have her suck him, but more as a gesture of reconciliation.
"That isn't the person you've been telling me you are," Robert said quietly.

	"No."  Arlene's face was buried but her voice carried.  Robert wasn't
holding her in place, either, so she could have looked up -- but she wasn't
ready.

	"I see your father's hand in this.  When did you start having sex?"
Robert asked.

	Arlene was dumbfounded!  Robert knew!  "Yeah, I know THAT, too -- I
won't tell you how -- but I want to hear your end of it," Robert murmured.

	Arlene's voice shook.  "I was ten, I think, the first time I played
with Daddy's cock.  Maybe three months went by, and I got pretty good at
sucking him, but I wanted more, so we started playing with my ass.  That took
a while, but it went okay and I liked it, so we stuck with that for a while,
but I wanted to do it all, so I gave him my cherry a few days after my
twelfth birthday.  I'd just started having periods."

	"And you couldn't tell your mother..." Robert led her.

	"No.  It would have killed her."

	"So you kept the secret and were Daddy's dirty little girl..."
Robert paused.  "He blamed you for his downfall, didn't he?  Told you it was
all your fault and called you a slut..."

	"Yes.  He said I was going to grow up to be trailer park trash and
that I would be hooking for black guys by the time I was twenty.  Then we met
and I promised myself that stuff would never happen..." Arlene muttered into
Robert's lap.

	"But you continued to have sex with him after we were married,"
Robert objected.

	"I HAD to!"  Arlene looked up at that.  "When did you find out?"

	"Recently," Robert replied.  "I spoke to some people about this --
and I know that's how you remember it -- but listen to me, because this is
what REALLY happened!"

	Arlene blinked.  "Okay..."

	"It started before you remember -- you remember the event, which is
the first time you played with his cock, but there was a warm-up period, one
in which your father engaged your curiosity and caused you to be interested
in sex and seeing his cock.  You were probably encouraged to ride on his lap
while he had an erection, probably playing some game..." Robert related.
Arlene got glassy-eyed, probing her memories -- and finding them.  "Then you
learned to masturbate, probably by rubbing yourself on his erection.  He
would have encouraged this..."

	Arlene remembered the rocking game well -- and the pleasure it
brought her -- only now, she remembered the nature of that pleasure and it's
distinctly sexual flavor.  At the time, innocent as she was, Arlene never
made the connection...

	"I'm thinking that your first time was probably the result of another
event -- probably your father ejaculating in his pants while you gave him a
lap dance..." Robert mused.

	Triggered, Arlene remembered 'the wet day' -- the day that Arlene got
carried away during the rocking game and Daddy's pants got wet.  That led to
Arlene asking questions and getting fascinating answers and that led to her
seeing Daddy's cock for the first time...  which led to playing the rocking
game without panties at night when Daddy could open his pajama pants -- and
the sucking game and the licking game and the rubbing game and various itches
and urges...  "What are you saying?" Arlene asked.

	"I'm saying it wasn't your fault, Honey.  Your daddy went to a lot of
effort to make you THINK it was your fault, and you were young and innocent
and easily fooled -- but your daddy started it, and your daddy kept it
going," Robert explained.

	"No, I'm sure..."  But she wasn't -- not any more.  Those additional
memories changed things, looked at from her perspective as an adult.  "Well,
maybe."

	"I'll tell you something else," Robert added.  "Your father's threat
that he would reveal your relationship was utter bullshit.  You mother knows.
You will probably never get her to admit it without trickery, but she
deliberately looked the other way all those years.  Do you know why?  Because
your father needed sex and she wasn't up to it -- and you were.  Oh, he did
it and he didn't consult with her first, but she knew.  I bet she knew early
on.  Bringing the whole thing out in the open would have destroyed your
family, though, so she played her part -- but I bet you wondered off and on
why your mother never made mention of waking up and your father not being in
bed with her, or your late bedtimes -- the miracles of scheduling that
allowed you and your daddy those cherished playtimes..."  Arlene gazed at
him, wide-eyed, trying to take it in -- and Robert KNEW he'd hit a button.
"Even after you were older and knew you were doing wrong, she pretended to
herself that he wasn't hurting you..."

	Arlene was gazing off into space, checking the fit of the pieces
against the holes in her previous beliefs.  This FIT!  Strange things that
had no explanation before had one now...

	"Tell me about black guys..." Robert murmured.

	"It was later, after the first time I said something to Daddy about
what we were doing being wrong.  I must have been fifteen...  Suddenly, Daddy
changed up and I wasn't his sweet little girl anymore, I was a nasty, dirty
slut who craved sex all the time and who had roped him in and ruined his
life," Arlene muttered.  "He called me names and abused me and told me I
deserved it and that he had to keep fucking me because if he didn't, I would
give in to the craving and go out and fuck any old body -- creeps and
druggies -- and black guys.  He's prejudiced, you know -- not so you would
notice, but it is there.  So he would fuck me from behind and whisper in my
ear stuff like, "Imagine that this is some dirty black's cock...  You can
pretend, can't you, you dirty slut?  Pretend that you're getting your daily
dose of dark meat while you're with me and MAYBE you won't succumb..."

	"Why do you think he did that?" Robert asked.

	Arlene shook her head.  "I don't know.  He would talk like that for a
while, then after he came in me he would complain about how it was almost a
done deal -- that I would end up coming home to raise some nappy-headed half-
breed kid and he would have to house and feed us..."

	Robert snorted laughter.  "Don't you get it?  That was the plan!  You
were supposed to attempt to escape -- run away -- and fall in right away with
the wrong crowd and get yourself impregnated.  Then you would have to come
crawling back to your daddy -- who would magnanimously take you in and
support you -- and he would get his sex slave back in the process!  You would
be tied down with a child and all he would have to do was say 'I told you so'
to kill any ambition you might have had and after that short sabbatical, he
would have a sex partner for the rest of his life!  And if he had a
granddaughter..."

	Arlene smiled crookedly.  "I disappointed him, didn't I?  No wonder
he rides me so hard when we visit...  Not only did I NOT go out and do what
he wanted, I had a boy..."

	"After having played with you, Bobby's being a boy might not have
totally stopped him," Robert opined.  "The things you can do with little boys
and the things you can do with little girls are pretty similar -- and he
would have had Bobby's trust -- and adult males tend to teach young males
sexuality..."

	"God!  We left Bobby with him for a week at a time!" Arlene hissed.

	"Well, I haven't seen any evidence..." Robert replied.

	"So," Arlene croaked.  "Black guys."

	"I know about your porn stash," Robert revealed.

	"It... reinforced things."

	"Yeah, I know."

	"What are we going to do?"  The real question was 'What are YOU going
to do?' but Arlene couldn't ask it that way.

	"Things are going to change," Robert replied.  "You have other issues
-- issues I took too long to recognize.  I wanted democracy when we married
-- but you weren't comfortable with that, because you would prefer to be led.
I know now that I wasn't there for you from a control standpoint, so you
assumed that I was weak and that you, somehow, had to carry the load.  By the
time I realized what was going on, it was too late to fix it without shaking
things up in a major way.  Well, the major shakeup has happened..."  Robert
locked eyes with his wife.  "You are no longer in control.  Given where you
are and how you're bound, you should realize that, but I'm telling you now --
you are no longer in control.  You have things to answer for.  I'm going to
forgive you, but you have lost your position of privilege.  The new rules go
like this -- you do what I tell you.  That's it, period.  You've gotten into
the habit of carping about this and that and it was one technique you used to
maintain control.  Now, if you talk out of turn..."

	Whack!  The swat from the little whip on Arlene's bare ass came out
of nowhere!

	"EEEEE!" Arlene's eyes bugged.

	"Do we understand one another?"

	"Y--yes!"

	"I think I'm owed a little extracurricular activity, don't you?  How
many black guys did you fuck and suck?" Robert prompted.

	"Four?  Five?" Arlene guessed -- she hadn't counted.

	"I will fuck who I choose until further notice -- but I may let you
get a little more fun in, too.  I want you to plan on swinging -- plan to
fuck other men in my presence and plan to watch -- and help -- while I fuck
other women.  This has nothing to do with our relationship -- we're still
married and I still love you and I assume that you love me -- this is just
about getting in a little variety.  I know you enjoyed it -- didn't you?"
Robert challenged.

	"Yes."  Arlene put her head down.

	"I want to enjoy it, too.  I know that this morning, Damian was right
-- he gave you an order and you reacted instinctively.  You need that -- and
it has been missing in your life and it's my fault, but I was young and
didn't know any better when we married and I slipped up.  Well, now I give
the orders, and you do what I tell you.  I think you're going to find that
life is easier and you're happier this way," Robert insisted.
"Responsibility is mine -- duty is yours.  I'm not going to be picking out
dinner -- that's your job -- but important decisions are mine.  You will
bring issues to me and I will resolve them.  Do you understand?"

	"Yes, Robert."

	"Now suck me," Robert directed.  "In a couple of minutes, I'm going
to bend you over a chair arm and fuck you.  I want you to remember how it is
to be bound and helpless -- because that's how you are.  You are bound to me
and you're helpless.  If you act up and make my life difficult, you will be
out on the street on your own, broke -- nobody would make me pay alimony
after looking at that video.  I KNOW you don't want that...  I'm your meal
ticket, so you're going to do your utmost to make me happy; the good news is
that it really doesn't take that much..."  Robert grabbed a handful of
Arlene's dirty-blonde hair and helped her deep-throat his cock, but Arlene
was already making a considerable effort on her own...

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