Looking for a story

[indian_slaveboy]

I remember a story posted on this board long back.. it was a word document. I'm not sure about the title, but it was most probably something like "A true gem".

The Mistress in the story was named "Jewel", and the main protagonist was an old teacher who had submitted to his student and she along with her boyfriend humiliated him and abused him.

If someone can post that story it would be amazing.

Thanks in advance!

[schiavozero]

A RARE GEM

by Len
Chapter 1

I guess you never know what's going to happen. I mean, I had no reason to expect that that Friday was going to be different from any other day. And, at first, it wasn't. I spent the day at the small college where I have been teaching anthropology the past fifteen years and left as soon as my last class ended that afternoon. I rushed around town to run the errands that my wife had told me to complete, sped home as fast as I could, and parked my old Ford at the curb because I hadn't gotten around to cleaning out our garage, and there is room there for only one car.

Getting out of my clothes and shoes as soon as I got in the house, I found Jewel was in the kitchen finishing a cup of tea before leaving to meet her current boyfriend. I fell immediately to my knees and lowered my lips to her gleaming black shoes with the tall, slender spike heels. I continued to kiss her shoes until she raised a foot to my face and pushed me away, her sign for me to stop and look up at her.

I was grateful for that treat. My young wife looked overpoweringly gorgeous, exquisitely made up and her long blond hair draped over the shoulders of her spangled black satin cocktail dress. It was a smart, expensive dress, I suppose, with narrow lace straps that tied in little bows over her bare shoulders and an eye-catching neckline that revealed a healthy portion of her lovely round unharnessed breasts. It was hard to tell how long her dress was because she was sitting, but I could see the top of her smoky gray stocking when she crossed her luscious legs. I felt myself getting hard.

Jewel is 23, but dressed and made up as she was that day, she projected the elegance and sophistication that few women acquire before they are well into their 30's, if at all. I thought again about what a remarkable, fascinating woman I had married. And I saw the dazzling effect of the soft light bouncing off her dress and hair and earrings, feeling, as usual, as if I was in the presence of a beautiful, powerful Goddess. More lights glimmered when she picked up the silver cigarette case with tiny rubies that I had given her for her birthday.

Jewel placed a long slender cigarette between her succulent red lips, and I fumbled with the lighter that has hung around my neck ever since we got married.

Still on my knees, I respectfully lit her cigarette and watched her pull hard and deep before shooting the expected surge of smoke in my face.

"What the fuck took you so long, lard-ass?" Jewel demanded to know as she looked menacingly at my naked trembling body and tilted her cigarette smartly between two fingers with long polished red nails. "You know that I like to get out of here by 6 o'clock to meet Adam for drinks and dinner and whatever else we have planned for the evening. And you know that I want you to get here before I leave so that I can tell you what I want you to do while I'm out. You almost made me late, lame-brain."

"I'm sorry, Miss Jewel," I stammered. "I left work as soon as I could, and I .. I had to stop to pick up your dresses at the cleaners ... and get the cosmetics you wanted ... and the refill of your birth control pills ... I'm sorry ... I got here as soon as I could ......."

Jewel swung her bare arm and slapped me hard across the face. Hard enough to dislodge my spectacles and send me toppling to the floor.

"I'm not asking you for excuses, moron," she snapped. "When I tell you that I want you here by 5:30, I don't mean 5:35. You almost made me late to meet Adam. And if it turns out that he has to wait for me at the club, you're going to wish you had never met me, numbskull. What a useless piece of shit you are! I don't know what ever possessed me to marry you and why I bother to stay with you. You've got more degrees than brains, and your stupid tongue is longer than your useless dink."

"I ... I'm sorry ...Miss Jewel ...," I started to apologize when she whacked me again with her small hand. Harder this time and I felt the blood on my lip when I struggled to get back to my knees.

My wife drew on her cigarette and blew the smoke at me. "Shut the fuck up," she demanded. "I don't have anymore time to waste with a screw-up like you." She tapped her cigarette ashes in my mouth, and I thanked her and swallowed. As I said, so far it had been a pretty typical day. Nothing much out of the ordinary. Then she threw out the bombshell that changed my life.

"I'm bringing Adam here after our date tonight," Jewel informed me. "My house is bigger and more comfortable than his flat. And it has hot and cold running slave service. He's going to spend the weekend here with me." She paused to draw on her cigarette and flick the ashes in my mouth.

"As a trial," she resumed. "My lover and I want to see how much better it will be to be together all the time and not have to run out every time we want intelligent conversation, a lot of laughs, and some good, hard fucking. After the weekend, we will decide if he should move in permanently."

I was shocked but not so dazed that I didn't hear her say, "I know it'll work out because we're crazy over each other and always have a fabulous time together. That's exactly what I need after a whole year of living alone with a fat-ass cretin with a puny useless dink. And it's time that we have a MAN in this house. It's a pain in the ass for a dainty, genteel little lady like me to direct and supervise and keep a brainless fuck-up slave in line all by myself. Adam will be a big help. He's 6'4, about 200, and muscular and powerful as a gladiator. I know he'll help to straighten out my servant problem."

I thought she was doing pretty well all by herself, but when she asked "Any questions, nitwit?" before she grabbed her purse and got up, I only said, "Uh ... no, Miss Jewel ... except ... uh ... my clothes ... should I .... ?"

Jewel laughed. "Of course not, simpleton," she said. "Stay bare-assed like you always do in my house. Slaves NEVER wear clothes, no matter who's around, though my picture of a slave is of a brawny, muscled, hung stallion, not a flabby, bald-headed eyesore with a puny little dink like you. Adam will get a good laugh when he sees you."

My wife deposited more of her ashes in my mouth and went on. "No, weakling, nothing is to be different simply because my lover is here with me this weekend. You'll be kneeling at the door when we come in, just as if I were alone. You'll serve our drinks, light our cigarettes and make yourself useful as our ashtray when we want. You'll get our meals, keep my house clean and pleasant and comfortable for us, and stay out of our hair. You can go about your housekeeping chores like you usually do on weekends, but be ready to snap to when we want something. I'm sure that there will be some additional things for you to do with Adam spending the weekend here with me." She chuckled before asking, "Understand, saphead?"

"Y ..yes, Miss Jewel," I assured her and watched her take a final drag on her cigarette before tossing it on the floor. She ground it out under her foot and tilted her shoe back on its heel. I lowered my chin to the linoleum and reverently licked the black, ashy smudge from her leather sole while she extracted another cigarette from her case.

I hastened to give her a light, stretching my arm up as far as I could since she made no effort to lower her proud, glorious head toward me. I watched her take a deep, lusty inhale and float the smoke in my direction before picking up the teapot and pouring the contents on the floor. She then took the ashtray from the table and scattered the cigarette ends and ashes she had piled up during the day into the spreading mess.

Standing over me and smiling maliciously, my wife suddenly jabbed the tapered heel of her shoe into the fleshless back of my hand, and I yelped. She pressed down harder, impaling my hand between her tall heel and the floor, and her expression changed. Her pretty face softened, her eyes filled with pity, and her small mouth puckered into a sad little pout. "Is bad little Mistress wifey hurting her poor, helpless slave hubby?" she asked in the soft, honey-dripping, compassionate tone that I had always found so endearing.

"Y .. yes, Miss Jewel," I answered, watching her bring her cigarette to her lips and wincing with pain. I felt her heel drive deeper into my bones.

"Ooooh, poor baby ... poor wretched, defenseless slave hubby," she sympathized through her exhale, her voice growing softer as her heel dug harder. "He's always working or suffering or crying, it seems. Just because he's a weak, pathetic old wimp who married a young, sexy, cruel beauty who loves to dump on him and make his life miserable." She tapped her ashes on my head.

"It isn't right," she said, her girlish face seeming more angelic and her voice more seductively tender. "Because he loves his gorgeous, exciting little wife Mistress so ... so very, very much ... and he'll do anything and put up with everything because he's so weak and dumb and worthless ... and because he wants so much to please her." She began to twist her heel into the small fragile bones in my hand.

I squealed and started to cry, "P .. please .. Miss Jewel ...please...." I felt the tears falling down my cheeks while Jewel drew on her cigarette and flicked her ashes on my head before continuing.

"And it does please his pretty, sexy little wifey to abuse her fat, old helpless dog like this and hurt his clumsy old paw and make him suffer and cry. She never gets sick of seeing him cry and hearing him beg. Because she's his all-powerful, irresistible Mistress wife, and he's only her worthless, insignificant, old slave hubby." She twisted her heel deeper into my hand.

"Poor old dumb dog slave hubby," she went on, her pout and voice showing increasing concern. "He has such a nasty, cruel Mistress wife. He adores her and would do anything for her, but she's always so mean to him. It isn't fair. It isn't." She shook her head in sympathy when she paused to suck on her cigarette.

"But it's so much fun for wifey," she resumed, a sparkle of life returning to her eyes and her pout dissolving into a happy smile. "And hubby must like it, too ... because his useless little dinkie is still hard ... and as long as it can get. Like it always is when he's around his luscious, cruel, tempting young wife. No matter how she treats him, he loves her and aches for her and desperately wants to get inside her. That's a shame because a sexy young knockout Mistress doesn't do that with an ugly, old drag of a slave. She only gives her love and body to real men -- men that she respects and enjoys -- men that turn her on and satisfy her and make her feel like a woman. Mmm?" Jewel purred and glanced at the clock. "And, now, wifey has to leave her stupid dog of a slave hubby to run off to meet her handsome dreamboat lover, the man in her life. But she'll be back. And he will, too. Doggie will have TWO masters from now on to love and serve and try to please. Lucky, lucky doggie!" My wife took a last drag from her cigarette, dropped the blazing butt into the hair around my pecker, and punctuated her message with a vicious twist of her heel into my hand. I screamed in pain.

"My house had better be immaculate when Adam and I get here, turd," she said, her voice and manner resuming their normal haughty, dominant quality and an arrogant smirk reappearing on her pretty young face. "My lover isn't a groveling dumb animal like you. He deserves to spend the weekend in something better than this pigpen."

"Y..yes, Miss Jewel, I agreed and watched her turn around, pick up her purse, and stride proudly toward the garage and her new Jaguar. Thank you, Miss Jewel."

I stayed there on the floor until long after I had stopped hearing the sounds of my wife's car. I felt miserable and depressed, and my hand was killing me. I didn't know what to think or what to hope for. Feeling totally impotent, I could only think back to how all this had happened, as I have done a thousand times since I married Jewel. It never helps, but I don't know what else to do. Jewel was a final-year student in one of my classes two years ago. Evidently, she took the course as an elective because the time was convenient for her and it didn't sound like much work or brain strain would be required. In fact, It did turn out that way for her. I guess that Jewel was very popular with the young men at the college and elsewhere and that her social schedule kept her rather fully occupied. She attended the class sporadically, and I don't believe that she bothered to purchase a textbook.

Without question, Jewel is a clever woman. She could have passed my course satisfactorily from what she picked up when she attended class. But, characteristically, she took measures to ensure that she would do better than that.

I was a 45-year old bachelor then and, truthfully, I have to say that no female student had ever affected me unduly. I prided myself on my knowledge of, and passion for, anthropology, both of which I dedicated myself to imparting to my students. I think that I was quite successful in controlling myself, maintaining my professional dignity, and earning my students' confidence and respect.

Until Jewel appeared in my class. She was not the first bright, sophisticated, sexually appealing student I had had, but there was something about her that was different, some elusive qualities that got to me. Maybe it was her inner strength that I recognised ... or her natural pride ... or her sense of femininity and easy self-assurance. Or it may have been nothing more than her pretty face, stunning figure, and maddening shapely legs. I'm not sure, but I remember that her presence penetrated to the core of my masculinity and that I became increasingly stricken with her. I soon found myself wondering anxiously if she would attend that day's class, and I had to struggle to refrain myself from becoming incoherent and erect when she was there.

Don't ask me how it all progressed beyond that with Jewel and me because it seems that it just happened. I guess that that was Jewel's doing; she had already refined feminine subtlety, power, and persuasiveness into a rare art form. In any event, she "accepted" my puppet recommendation that we get together from time to time for tutorial help to compensate for her frequent absences from class. Because of the college's policy prohibiting faculty-student socialization and more serious improprieties, the "tutorials" were held behind drawn curtains at, my residence.

I had inherited the fine old house on the outskirts of the city, along with its treasured heirlooms and a fair amount of money, and I had lived there quietly and contentedly for several years. An able woman, Mrs. Thomas, came in twice a week to do laundry, clean, and prepare a few meals for me, and I was free to spend much of my time reading, traveling to study primitive cultures, and immersing myself in a variety of scholarly activities.

Despite the rather full, stimulating life, I often managed to find time to dine, attend a dramatic performance or concert, or enjoy an invigorating discussion and brandy with an academic colleague or two. I must confess that I occasionally felt that something was missing, but, all-in-all, it was a good life.

Jewel loved the house from the beginning and became a regular Monday evening guest, Mondays being relatively slow social evenings after the weekend, I suppose. And, to our credit, the first few Mondays we did talk about anthropology and some of the subject matter she had missed. I was impressed and delighted with how quickly she caught on and how well she assimilated the new material with the rest of her considerable knowledge. That was most remarkable because I frequently found myself distracted, nervous, and inarticulate when alone with her. It was almost as if she were the learned, respected professor and I the flustered delinquent student.

By the second month, our tutoring sessions were expanded to include dinner, and Mondays were added to Mrs. Thomas' schedule. I eagerly supplemented her ordinary meals as best I could, and I fretted nervously about flower centerpieces, candles, and which wine to serve. Jewel and I started to talk less about anthropology.

It must have been during the third month that our relationship had progressed to a level where she was calling me Everett instead of Professor Parkhurst, a development that I found indescribably flattering and welcome. It also seemed most natural for me to pull her chair to seat her for dinner, to attentively light her cigarettes, and to rub her feet when she said they were sore. I never knew if she was going to show up in a sweatshirt, jeans, and sneakers ... a smart frock or suit ... or a glamorous evening dress. In either case, I always took pains to be freshly scrubbed, to wear a dinner jacket and tie, and to try to look as socially proper and attractive as my inherited genes allowed. Her visits were that important to me.

About half-way through the term, I developed a desire to buy her small gifts and give them to her at our candlelit dining table while we sipped a glass of sherry and she smoked a cigarette. At first, my tokens of friendship were simply a bottle of perfume, a carton of cigarettes, or a piece of costume jewelry that I thought would look attractive on her. She seemed to like the gifts, as well as the sentiment behind them, and got into the habit of giving me a thank-you kiss each time I gave her something.

To be sure, the gifts continued and became more expensive, and the kisses became longer and more sensuous. I was happier, more excited than I had ever been, and I revelled in this young beauty's attention and pleasure. I lived for those Monday evenings and the thrill of giving her ever-more expensive gifts and witnessing her greater delight and enjoying her more expressive kisses. It had become unimaginably important to me to do things for her and please her. Quite simply, Jewel became my life.

The dinners and gifts and gentlemanly attentions became a ritual of sorts that had great meaning and that both of us had come to expect. That is probably why she was so displeased that busy, unfortunate week in March when I had not had time to buy her something. There were no kisses that evening or much cordial conversation.

Jewel ordered me to kneel while I rubbed her feet and to kiss them to atone for my disrespect and ungenerous spirit. She left much earlier than usual, informing me that the following Monday would be her last visit unless I was kneeling at the door when she arrived-- unshod and naked but for a kitchen apron - and presented her with a document containing 5,000 handwritten lines that proclaimed, 'I must always be thoughtful and generous and strive to please my beloved Miss Jewel.' "Plus a suitable indication of your love and respect for me," she added before walking out.

You may well imagine that I was distressed and that I laboured without much sleep that week to perform the task Jewel had given me, not totally missing the irony that I was completing more assignments for her than she was for me. Yet, I exerted myself to find and purchase what I thought would be a suitable and valued gift for her. My heart was pounding out-of-control and every part of my middle-aged body shook while I knelt by the front door in the unflattering apron I had bought and anxiously awaited her arrival.

Jewel walked through the unlocked door wearing a most fetching royal blue party dress and stiletto heels, her long cigarette smoldering between two fingers, about a half-hour later than expected. It seemed like half a century. She glanced at me without saying anything and took the pink velvet-covered, meticulously assembled book of numbered lines that I presented her. I remained on my knees and watched her flip through the pages without much apparent interest and walk over to the fireplace, where she tossed it among the burning logs. She returned, stood over me, and asked in a businesslike tone, "What else do you have for me this evening, Everett?"

That's when I gave her the keys to the powerful little red MG that was parked in the garage.

My young idol seemed to like the new car when we went out to look at it, though she said that she preferred Jags and wanted to get one as soon as she could afford it. Yet, there were dizzying kisses that evening, even one that Jewel allowed me to plant on her breast. Through the lace bodice of her dress, of course. Jewel was Jewel again -- talkative, charming, irresistible. I spent much of the evening kneeling before her -- kissing her feet, holding her ashtray, and trying not to displease her. When she left in her new car, Jewel told me that, from now on, she wanted me similarly attired and in the same greeting posture whenever she visited me. It made me look 2cute", and the sight appealed to her, she explained. She also said that future indications of my love and respect for her should be expressed in cash. My tastes were abysmal, she told me, and I had little insight into what a young woman needed. I assured her that I would comply with her wishes and was relieved to learn that she was planning to come back the following Monday. I thanked her for that.

It snowed the next Monday, and I was quite stiff and chilled from kneeling by the door in my dowdy apron when Jewel sauntered in nearly an hour later than expected. She was dressed for the weather in a long, richly-textured black leather coat and knee-high black leather boots with long, tapering heels, which I must say had a curious effect on me. I immediately gave her the evidence of my esteem and affection for her -- 100 pounds -- and held my breath while she tore open the wrapping and dropped the box, paper, and bow on the floor before depositing the currency in her purse without comment. She placed the sole of one of her boots over the hard little bulge under my apron and told me to lick it clean. She didn't want to spend the evening in wet, slushy boots, she said. The object of my helpless love was pleasant enough that evening and, as always, entertaining and compelling. Perhaps it was my increasing recognition of her high-callibre self ... or my out-of-control love and desire to please her. Whatever it was, it didn't seem unreasonable for me to drop to her booted feet after dinner when she remarked that a more credible indication of my affection and reverence for her would be to kneel when I lit her cigarette ... and to remain there and hold her ashtray for her convenience until she finished her smoke. Nor did I find her spending a good deal of time that evening tweaking my nose and nipples -- or my spending even more time licking her boots - impossible and without erotic effect.

And there did seem to be some justification when, shortly before she left, Jewel directed me to fetch a leather belt, made me bend over a chair, and proceeded to lash my buttocks with a good deal of vigor and enthusiasm, causing me considerable pain. "For overcooking dinner," she told me.

That inexcusable indiscretion of mine must still have been in her memory the following week. After accepting my kneeling, near-naked greeting and my tangible sign of my regard for her, Jewel sat on the sofa and told me what before-dinner cocktail she wanted. She seemed pleased that I served her drink on an antique silver tray, also laden with a fresh packet of her favourite brand of cigarettes and a Waterford crystal ashtray. She didn't have to tell me to remain on my knees until she had finished her drink and smoked two long cigarettes.

After I had seated her courteously at the dining room table and served our dinner, she told me that she needed some time to think and that she did not want to be distracted. She directed me to take my plate, crawl under the table. "Be quiet and don't disturb me, doggie," she said. "I'll let you know when I want something."

I found it rather unusual and quite disorienting to huddle my middle-aged body on the hardwood floor and try to eat without hitting my head too often on the table. Jewel kicked out at me whenever I did that and enjoined me to be more considerate and not disturb her. I tried but it was hellishly difficult to control myself with the mole's-eye view I had of my young friend's unusually short skirt and her lovely tempting legs in high-heel shoes. I must say that I experienced a mixture of feelings when she told me that she was ready for sweets and, later, when she said that I could remove her dirty dishes, serve her coffee, and fetch her cigarettes.

Before leaving that evening, Jewel punished me again with the leather belt, longer and harder than she had the week before. "For disturbing me and interrupting my reflections four times during dinner," she explained. "Ten whacks for each act of disobedience and disrespect. You must learn to please me and treat me with greater favor, bumpkin, if you want me to continue to come here each week for tutoring." My rear was unbearably sore when she left. And my pecker was as long and hard as it could get.

The following Monday I proposed marriage to this young woman who inflamed me in every possible way. One nerve-wracking, nail-biting week later, she accepted. I knelt nervously, but euphorically, at her feet and took the cherished, inestimably valuable diamond ring that ladies had worn in my family for generations out of my apron pocket. Jewel transferred her cigarette to her right hand, and I slid the ring on her finger as smoothly as I could. She kissed me with added fervor that evening, I thought. And she let me kiss BOTH of her breasts through the sweatshirt she was wearing. I had never expected that I could be so fortunate and so happy.

The academic term ended about a month later. Jewel did not trouble herself to submit the required paper. Nor did she sit for the final examination. She received the highest grade in the class and graduated summa cum laude from the college that spring.

Jewel and I were married in a private civil ceremony a few weeks after that. Our honeymoon was something that I had neither the time or stomach to think about that Friday evening while I hunched on the kitchen floor with the floating tea and ashes and cigarette ends swirling around me like a sea of flotsam around an island. There would likely be other occasions like this when I might bring myself to muse on our honeymoon and everything else that had happened during the past year.

For the moment, it was enough to recall that there had never been any question but that we would live in my family's ancestral home -- the charming, memory-filled old house where I had spent my childhood and adult years, and where I taught Jewel a little anthropology and she taught me everything I know about the realities of life.

That Friday evening, a year later, I was reminded unhappily that my young wife had probably never intended to stop "seeing" and copulating with other men after she married me. Younger, more virile men who excited her and did something for her that I couldn't, I supposed. I guessed that that made me a "cuckold", a condition that I have learned is more prevalent among birds than humans. But maybe that's because there aren't many "mixed" marriages between top-quality, superior-natured young beauties like Jewel and weak-willed, impossibly infatuated old rubbish heaps like me.

Whatever the cause of our most unusual marriage, life had gone on. I had continued to teach at the college with noticeably less diligence and zeal, and I was hoping that my personal distractions were not eroding the quality of my work enough to jeopardize my professorship. I had to work; I was already dipping dangerously into my savings and inheritance to satisfy my wife's increasingly luxurious and expensive tastes.

Jewel had enrolled in the business management graduate curriculum at the nearby university shortly after we were married. Not surprisingly, she continued to excel in her studies, occasionally reminding me that they would earn her a hell of lot more money than the dumb, useless study of anthropology ever would. And the graduate university had turned out to be fertile grounds for her to meet, seduce, and romp in bed with men that she fancied. I gathered that this Adam was the best of the lot.

And to my horror, the two of them would be coming back to "her" house in a few hours, a humiliation that she had heretofore spared me. There was too much to do to prepare for their arrival to allow me the luxury of contemplating on the past any longer. I got up from the sinkhole of tea and ashes and wrapped an ice pack over my swollen aching hand before taping it in place and taking out the brooms and mops and polishes.

It was damnably awkward trying to clean the house to Jewel's expectations with a bruised, discoloured tortured hand, and it was nearly 11 o'clock when I put everything away and took my subservient welcoming position by the front door.

None too soon, it turned out, because I had barely bent my aching back and pressed my nose to the carpet when I heard the familiar sound of a Jaguar speeding into the driveway.


A RARE GEM
by Len & David

Chapter 2

The best word I could use to describe my feelings at that moment was vulnerable. So very, very vulnerable. There I knelt with my nose to the floor, stark bollock naked, waiting for my wife and Mistress to return through the door with her beloved boyfriend whom I had never met in my life before. The shameful feeling of trepidation intensified as I heard the doors of Miss Jewel's car close, and the sound of laughter and giggling grew ever closer.

I struggled to control my trembling as the front door opened and two pairs of shoes entered the hall and approached my kneeling form.

"My, my, what have we here? So this is the menial little piggy you told me about is it Jewel?" I heard the voice of my new Master for the first time. It dripped with arrogance and contempt.

"Hmmm, ugly little specimen, isn't he, Adam. But he works his butt off to earn his keep, so I tolerate him."

My field of view was limited but I could see Miss Jewel's high heels and Adams expensive Gucci's as they circled round me, inspecting my prone form. I could also smell the smoke from the cigarettes they were holding.

"You know," commented Adam with a chuckle, "mummy and daddy have servants at home but we treat them with a degree of respect and civility, but it's always nice to see a menial who knows his place."

"Oh, this fat pig knows his place all right and, believe me Adam, you haven't seen anything yet. Isn't that right, turd?"

Miss Jewel kicked her shoe, none too gently, at my mouth to prompt my reply.

"Yes Miss Jewel! I exist to serve and be of use to you and your guests," I replied in the most subservient tone I could muster. I could guess from her tone she was going to rub my nose in it both to heighten her own amusement and to set an example to her boyfriend. My only defense was to grovel to them as best I could to try and appease her and possibly escape any punishment she might feel like inflicting.

"Kneel up, turd!" ordered Miss Jewel.

As I raised myself to my knees I saw Master Adam for the first time. The feeling of vulnerability of a few moments ago was now rapidly replaced by one of sheer inadequacy. Physically, Master Adam was everything Miss Jewel had described him as and more. Class, sophistication and elegance oozed from him, along with a cold, cruel and contemptuous arrogance. No older than Miss Jewel herself, he shared the same sort of jaw dropping beauty that could make members of the opposite sex (and, in some instances, same sex) literally drool with lust. Together they made the perfect couple. They seemed to shine with a kind of glossy sheen that only extremely good-looking people have.

My reverie was cut short when a stream of cigarette smoke was blown in my face by Miss Jewel and I instinctively opened my mouth as wide as I could to offer a convenient ashtray. Miss Jewel drew on her cigarette making the tip glow to a cherry red then casually flicked the ash into my mouth by flicking the cork tip of her cigarette with her thumb. I winced in pain, screwing my face up as the hot ash hit my tongue. This caused them both to laugh as I struggled to keep my mouth open wide. Adam followed suit by dragging on his cigarette then holding it over my open mouth with his finger extended, ready to tap his Marlboro. He held it like this for a few seconds, taunting me, before bringing his finger down, tapping the hot ash into the vulnerable soft flesh of my mouth.

"Believe it or not, Adam, this disgusting specimen gets turned on by being treated like this, it spends most of its time with its mouth open just waiting to be used as an ashtray. Funny way to get your rocks off, but there you are."

With that, Miss Jewel again flicked her ash into my mouth.

Adam leaned down, smirking into my face, "You really are a little shit of a pervert, aren't you?"

I nodded my head, keeping my mouth open.

SMACK! Miss Jewel's manicured hand smashed across my face.

"When we ask a question, you answer it, not nod your head like dumb animal, you little shit. Now answer Master Adam properly."

"Yes Sir, I'm a little shit of a pervert!" I blurted out, still reeling from the slap.

Adam again took his turn keeping my mouth busy as an ashtray. He blew a stream of smoke in my face before saying, "Still not good enough, turd. When you speak to me you begin and end each sentence with the word 'Sir.' Is that understood, fuckface?"

"Sir, yes Sir!"

"Well, let's hear it again."

"Sir, yes Sir, I'm a little shit of a pervert, Sir!"

They both convulsed with laughter at my groveling desire to please.

"My God, I'm going to have fun with this specimen," commented Adam as he and Jewel decided that the formal introductions were now over and walked arm and arm into the lounge.

Miss Jewel looked back over her shoulder as they moved off, "Get you fat arse moving and serve drinks in here!"

Getting up off my knees for the first time since this nightmare began I made my way to the kitchen and prepared two gin and tonics and placed them on a tray. I had no way of knowing if this drink was going to be acceptable to Master Adam and I knew that so far I had escaped Miss Jewels cane, any mistake now could bring excruciating pain, especially with the vindictive mood Miss Jewel was in. It was with great trepidation that I entered the room carrying the tray.

I presented the tray first to Miss Jewel and, after she had taken her drink, I knelt and kissed the toe of her shoe as was my usual custom. I then turned and offered the tray to Master Adam. I felt an inward sigh of relief as he took the drink without comment, then extended his shoe. Although no words had been spoken I obeyed the unspoken command and knelt and kissed the toe of his shoe. I picked the tray up again, and was about to resume my usual serving position in the corner of the room, when I glanced over at Miss Jewel. Oh! Horror, she was holding an unlit cigarette. How many seconds had she been waiting for a light? Oh, my God! Three seconds was the maximum time she expected to wait before I offered a light. Any more was a punishable offence. I rushed over to where she sat and fumbled with the lighter that was constantly around my neck, totally panic stricken. My trembling hands worked the lighter and I managed to get a small flame to the tip of her cigarette. Coolly she drew on the cigarette, blowing the expected stream of smoke in my face. A smirk spread over her pretty face. Holding the cigarette up vertically as if inspecting it, she paused a few seconds to let me stew.

"Do you know, fuckface, I do believe that was four seconds. You know what that means, you ancient piece of lard ass."

"Yes Miss Jewel."

"Twelve strokes, delivered first thing in the morning should give you something to think about."

"Yes Miss Jewel. Thank you Miss Jewel."

Miss Jewel waved her fingers in a dismissive gesture. "Corner."

At least I wouldn't have the pain of a dozen strokes inflicted that night, but I dreaded the morning. Miss Jewel's cane is thin, whippy and cuts like a knife. I knew I would spend the rest of tomorrow unable to sit down. I scuttled over to the corner and stuck my nose deep in the crack as I had done so many times before, but I couldn't resist glancing over to Miss Jewel and Adam. My glorious and wonderful wife was now sitting in Adams lap and they where engrossed in a deep French kiss. Adam was running his hands over the satin clad body of my Mistress. Something I had never done in my entire married life.

I lost track of the time I stood in the corner but eventually I heard them leave and head for my Mistresses bedroom. Not a word had been spoken to me since I had assumed this position. I guess that I was now totally superfluous to requirements. I made my way to my own small garret room to spend a sleepless night, worried sick about tomorrow's events.

The next morning I prepared a large linen covered tray and arranged on it two cooked breakfasts, two glasses of grapefruit juice, toast, the morning paper, a red rose for Miss Jewel, and Miss Jewel's favourite cane. I was practically shaking with dread as I knocked on the door.

"Enter," came from within.

I opened the door and entered Miss Jewel's luxurious bedroom. No expense had been spared in this room. The carpet pile was so thick you could sink into it and the whole ambience was of expensive elegance. Satin sheets covered the king size bed.

Miss Jewel was wearing a blue satin teddy. Her blonde hair looked tousled and soooo sexy as she laid her head on Masters Adams bare chest. I could see one of her hands was working under the satin sheets, her soft and lovely fingers no doubt bringing delicious feelings to Master Adams cock. Adam himself was sat propped up on the pillows.

Miss Jewel lazily regarded me for a moment.

"Serve the tray, then assume the position."

"Yes, Miss Jewel."

Reaching down to place the tray on the bed I caught the glorious scent of Miss Jewel. God, to be so close to my scantily clad Mistress and to smell her wonderful perfume mixed with the whiff of lusty sex almost made me faint. Even so, I turned away from the bed and knelt down with my nose buried in the carpet and my bottom raised as high as I could. This was my caning position and I knew I was forbidden to move until Miss Jewel deigned to lay that burning rod over my buttocks. I must have held that position for upwards of an hour while my superior Masters enjoyed their breakfast, smoking as they read the morning paper (lighter duty was excused when I was "in position"). I was totally ignored until they decided it was time to begin my punishment. What a contrast I made to them. They relaxed in luxury after enjoying a night of sex, while I knelt sweating and trembling waiting for my torture to start.

Eventually the waiting was over.

"Time to discipline the menial, I think," I heard Miss Jewel say. "Unless...?" She paused for a second before continuing with a little giggle. "Adam, do you fancy demonstrating to the little pig what a caning from a real man feels like?"

"Don't mind if I do actually. That fat lard ass is just too tempting a target to pass up."

I felt my nates contract involuntarily as my nightmare only got worse. If I dreaded a caning at Miss Jewel's tender hands what would one be like from Master Adam?

I was soon to find out.

Tap, tap, tap, Adam measured the stroke then..... SWEEEEEPT CRAAAAACK. The first stroke landed square across both buttocks. I let out a strangled scream. It was like a red hot burning brand across my buttocks.

SWWIIIISH CRAAAAACK. The second caught me underneath just where my thighs meet the bum. My fingers clawed the carpet frantically and I whinnied like a horse in pain.

"My God, look at that fat arse wobble!" laughed Adam, "This is FUN!" Again and again the cane fell. Miss Jewel, who usually just had a view of my tortured nether regions as she dished out a punishment, found my facial contortions hilarious. She propped herself at the end of the bed with her delectable little chin in her hands and laughed uproariously each time the effects of the rod caused my features to distort.

"Harder Adam! Make the little piggy squeal!" she cheerfully encouraged, clapping her hands in glee each time the cane struck home.

Eventually the punishment was over. I felt wrung out. My buttocks felt as if they had swollen to twice their normal size and tears had coursed down my face. I remained kneeling in my position until my superiors had dressed for the day. Eventually I was aware of Miss Jewel's high heels in front of my face.

"Well, well, little piggy, you're a real little squealer aren't you? I've a feeling you'll be enjoying plenty more of Adams discipline before the weekends out!"

Pausing to place an ashtray full of hers and Adams butts directly in front of my nose, she glanced at her gold Rolex,

"Right, shitface. You have exactly three minutes to get that ashtray licked clean. Spotlessly. Unless, of course, you want to feel another dozen across that fat arse of yours!"

Needless to say my tongue dived into the awful mixture and I licked those butts and ash as if my life depended on it. It was going to be a long weekend!

A Rare Gem
By David & Len

Chapter 3

However long I may live, I don't think I will ever get used to swallowing ashes and eating cigarette filters. Whether flavored with lipstick or not. Those never had been part of my diet until after I married Jewel, and I have found it most difficult to cultivate a taste for them. Even more than with cauliflower and parsnips. But like most husbands, I suppose, I eat what my wife tells me I should. And what she serves me.

In a way, it helps when Jewel establishes a time limit, like she did that Saturday morning. I had no time to think and dread and nibble. And feel sorry for myself because I knew that my wife and her boyfriend had filled that ashtray with cigarettes they had smoked between expressions of affection and lust the previous night and while drinking coffee and reading the morning paper on the satin sheets of the bed that morning. I simply did what had become instinctive for me these past several months. I lowered my mouth into the heap of refuse like the pig she said I was, and, using my lips, teeth, and tongue, as she had instructed me to do months earlier, I shoveled the mess into my mouth, chewed as thoroughly as I could, and struggled to cram everything down my throat. Prayerfully, in less than three minutes.

When I had licked the ashtray clean and looked up from my place on the floor of Miss Jewel's bedroom, hoping desperately that I had completed my husbandly duty in the allotted three minutes, I saw that she and Master Adam had left. Perhaps she really didn't care all that much how long it took me to slurp up the contents of their ashtray, I thought. Or maybe it was an indication of her faith in me, her certainty that I would do what she wanted me to do. Where, when, and how. At this stage of my relationship with my compelling young wife, I felt rather pleased at the thought that I might be earning her confidence. Fortunately, Miss Jewel allows me to brush my teeth and to apply any balms and ointments we may have to treat the wounds of my canings. They don't help ease the pain much, but I think that they expedite the healing a bit for my next punishment. But I worried that that would not be sufficient this time because Master Adam inflicted more brutal damage than my wife normally did. My rear hurt more, and I found it harder to walk. Sitting was not at all on my agenda for the next few days. I could only hope upon hope that he would not cane me again that weekend. I would have to do everything in my steadily diminishing power to avoid their displeasure and escape further torture like that. That got my nerves jangling some more.

Weekends have always been rather busy times for me in our home. Being occupied as I am during weekdays at the college, I have only a few hours during evenings to try to keep up with my household obligations. And even fewer when Jewel spends the occasional evening at home and requires some of my time and attention. In either case, I normally have to allot a portion of my precious evening hours to typing her hastily scribbled classroom notes, printing them, and arranging them in orderly fashion in the various notebooks she keeps for her graduate business management courses at the university. Always hoping, of course, that she will be satisfied that her feeble-minded little clerk, as she calls me, has completed the assignment to her satisfaction. And, similarly, typing, printing, and assembling the reports and term papers that she must submit for her courses. Jewel, in her brilliant individualistic way, normally dictates her thoughts and some facts and figures and references into her tape recorder as she drives back and forth in her Jaguar or has a bit of free time between her daily classes and evening social and sexual activities.

In her recordings, she often directs me to check a figure or look up particular information that is needed. Perhaps because she has a husband like me, Jewel does not concern herself much with details. And I must say that I appreciate the trust and confidence that she places in me to ensure that she receives the highest grades in her courses. Certainly, my many years of academic experience are helpful in putting her papers together, but, truthfully, I have often wished I knew more about finance, accounting, public relations, and personnel management. But I am learning.

So, to my chagrin, not much housework gets done during the week. Some evenings I'm lucky to find enough time to just change the satin sheets and pillow slips on her bed (a daily requirement), clean her bedroom, launder and iron her clothes and polish her shoes to ensure that whatever she wishes to wear will always be ready and in perfect condition. That means that just about everything else has piled up and is awaiting my attention at weekend. And, like most wives, Jewel, quite understandably, wants her home to be orderly and spotless. In my never-ending effort to do that, I got started Saturday morning while my wife showed her boyfriend the parts of the house that he had not seen yet. Thanks to my rather thorough efforts the previous evening, much of the house was in reasonable and, I hoped, acceptable condition for a while. But, even more than most days, Jewel's bedroom needed work. So, I decided to start there. And immediately regretted doing that. As soon as I had removed the makeup-and lipstick-smeared pillow slips and the tangled quilt that one of my female ancestors had assembled, I got my first look at the violet satin sheets. And very nearly started to cry when I saw their mussed up condition, noticeably more so than when my wife slept alone. But, worse, the fresh stains of semen, undoubtedly blended with Jewel's vaginal discharges. Unprepared for this scene, I instinctively touched a spot and brought my damp finger to my nose as if trying to disprove my original surmise.

I had been right the first time, and I had no difficulty seeing that similar stains were assembled at various locations on the sheets. Which led me to confirm my suspicion that my wife and her young lover had shared their affection and passions with each other and had reached orgasmic heights several times while I was lying sleepless on my small garret cot. Or, as the phenomenon is more commonly described, they had done a lot of fucking and cumming. That tore at something deep inside me, and I knew that I had to sit for a few moments to regain my composure. Finding a dry, unsullied place after considerable searching, I sat and soon found myself thinking of the only other occasion when I had seen Jewel with another man. Another companion, escort and lover.

Immediately following the simple private marriage ceremony very nearly a year earlier, my new bride and I had hurried off to Southampton to board the luxury liner for the two-week Mediterranean cruise that she had her heart set on. A desire with which, you may be sure, I shared an equal enthusiasm. After 46 years of quiet bachelorhood and almost total devotion to my scholarly interests and profession, it was a most rejuvenating and intoxicating sensation to know that I finally was a married man. And that no groom had ever acquired such a strikingly beautiful and captivating woman as I had, a rare gem half my age. We set sail late that afternoon, as I recall, and Jewel and I settled into a surprisingly large and lavishly furnished suite in the first-class section, an accommodation that my new bride had insisted on and with which I had willingly concurred, even though the cost far exceeded any luxury I had ever allowed myself. I remember that we had dressed fittingly for dinner, I in a white jacket and tie and Jewel in a stunning orchid satin gown that displayed much of her delicately luscious body to good effect and raised my admiration and desire for her to an unprecedented level.

Not surprisingly, my new wife was the center of attention at our table in the ornate dining facility for first-class passengers. Not only because she was by far the most elegant and alluring lady there, but also because she was Jewel. Naturally charming, entertaining, and bursting with feminine finesse and vitality, she delighted everyone -- even the other ladies -- with her seemingly effortless grace and loveliness. And I soon found myself competing with the other gentlemen in lighting her cigarettes and attending to her comforts and pleasures. I believe that she thoroughly enjoyed herself and loved the drinks and the magnificent meal. And you can be sure that I was inordinately proud that I was her husband, if only of a few hours duration.

Unlike Jewel, I must confess that I spent much of my time at that table looking at my new life mate and thinking and fretting a bit. A short time later, I did not even recall what I had eaten, which was most unfortunate because that was to be my only repast in the first-class salle a manger. But I regret to say that my mind was quite occupied with the temptations and mysteries that the first night of our honeymoon presented.

Now, you must understand that there had been no improprieties in my relationship with Jewel, which went back nearly a year by then. Not because I was not almost unbearably tempted to see her disrobed and to ravage her winsome body. But more that Jewel did not encourage that variety of uncontrolled prurient behaviour. And that I had nothing but the highest and most genuine regard for her and her womanly virtue. Difficult as it was, I agreed wholeheartedly with her wish that we defer the consummation of our love for each other until we were properly married. A man had to admire and love a young woman who so purely and righteously embraced what I'm afraid are now often seen as outdated and readily flouted values.

But now we were married, and I was beginning to experience what I believe is often referred to as bridegroom jitters. It was one thing to have hungered all these months to see Jewel in her nude loveliness and to want to feast on the tantalizing delights of her womanhood. It was quite another matter to know that my ambition would be realised in a very, very short time. I don't suppose that I was the first new husband to be struck by the magnitude of his obligations to his new wife and to entertain some doubts about his worthiness and ability to fulfill those obligations. But it was worrisome.

And sitting beside Jewel at dinner only exacerbated my concerns and nervousness. High as my admiration for her had always been, she seemed even more the natural Princess, the most desirable of women as she presided over our table. To everyone's delight, I must add. With her eye-pleasing dress and makeup and jewelry, she attracted covetous stares from a number of men -- and envious ones from ladies -- at other tables. And she seemed comfortably in her element with manicured fingers wrapped around her after-dinner liqueur and her long cigarette held high and pointed toward the ceiling in her distinctively proud, self-assured manner. She laughed easily, infectiously and always seemed to know the right thing to say.

Awesome as all that was, from my perch at her side I could feel the swishy glimmer of her stunning dress and see the tops of her silk stockings and purple suspenders and a patch of womanly flesh through the long slit that caused a portion of her gown to drape gracefully toward the back of her chair. That may well explain why I had difficulty remembering what I had eaten. It also made me feel extremely glad that I had devoted some time in recent weeks to reading texts and manuals that dealt with the nature of sexual communion and advised men with little or no experience on the ways and means of arousing, pleasuring, and satisfying a new wife.

To my temporary relief, Jewel and I strolled hand-in-hand along the upper deck after dinner, stopping for a few moments to enjoy the serenity of the water, the quiet of the evening, and gentle breezes invigorating our newly-married bodies while we talked a bit and she smoked a cigarette. It was the stuff of which honeymoons are made and helped to calm my anxieties until we reached our suite. Remembering what I had read about brides' natural modesty and apprehensions on their wedding night, I went to great lengths not to rush her and try to keep her calm and reassured. I opened the bottle of champagne I had brought, and we had a glass while she smoked a cigarette and we talked about our first day and all the love and intimacy and happiness that it purported for us. It seemed to work because my new wife did not appear unduly ruffled and eventually announced that she was going to the bathroom to change and that I should do so, as well. It was hellishly difficult to get my fingers working properly while I undressed and put on the green and brown rather macho-looking nylon pajamas that I had purchased for the occasion. And it did not help much to pace the floor until the bathroom door opened. But the wait was forgotten in the excitement and pleasure that I felt when my young wife emerged in tall red heels and alluringly arrayed in a long black silk negligee with a small bright red flower embroidered over one breast. Or to the stimulation I experienced minutes later-- after we had indulged in another glass of champagne and she had smoked another long cigarette -- when she asked me to disrobe her and I saw her in the scantiest of bright red nighties with a similar tiny black flower embroidered at the tip of the almost nonexistent neckline. It was a most seductive little garment, the like of which I had never seen on a woman, and served to reveal more of my new bride's pleasingly-rounded sizable breasts, as well as her nicely-proportioned smooth thighs and legs, the length of which she had not previously displayed to me. Much to my consternation, I was immediately and intensely stimulated by the sight.

I must say that from that moment on I recollected very little of what I had read. The rest of the night proceeded in an altogether different manner than I had been led to expect in those texts and manuals. I recall that Jewel took me by the hand and spent the next several hours doing awesome things to me that I shall never forget. Yes, we kissed and caressed more affectionately and more passionately than we ever had. But with a subtlety and skill that I could only admire, my new wife stroked and nipped and licked my penis to a length and rigidity that it had never achieved. And, treating me to a thrill that I had never anticipated in my most fanciful dreams, she inserted my penis into her girlish little mouth and proceeded to cause me to ejaculate.

Initially disappointed and ashamed of myself, I was greatly relieved to see the amusement and satisfaction on Jewel's pretty face and to taste her desire to share the evidence of my love for her by kissing me vigorously and sensuously while my semen rubbed over our faces and dripped down our chins. It was a most remarkable and stirring experience, and my gratitude and appreciation for her soared to new levels.

To my astonishment and profound pleasure, Jewel somehow managed to enflame and excite me sufficiently a short time later so that I hungered to penetrate my reinvigorated penis, or stallion cock as she called it while nibbling on my earlobes and breathing and whispering in my ear, into her most inviting vagina or steaming cunny, as she teased in uncharacteristic self-effacement while she drove her hard little tongue in and out of my driveling mouth. It was damnedly difficult at that moment to remember what I had read about the difficulties and inherent pain involved in the groom's piercing of his bride's protective membrane. The 'hymen', I was proud to recall.

But, as she had always done, Jewel had made this masculine maneuver easy for me, too, presumably by separating the membrane, herself, beforehand. That, of course, facilitated my functions considerably and allowed me to slide unimpeded into the most divine and delightful sanctum that I had ever entered. It is highly impossible to describe the unique tactual pleasure and overall sense of excitement and desire that I felt as my stallion cock settled into the soft, smooth moistness of my wife's steaming cunny. And equally difficult to communicate the exhilarating sensation of feeling her remarkably strong legs and thighs and vaginal muscles securing me in that heavenly place. It is probably quite understandable that I ejaculated promptly following my entrance.

Jewel did not seem inclined to wish to discuss the matter, but I had a distinct feeling that she was somewhat perturbed or, at least, disappointed that our initial act of coitus was not of a longer duration. Yet, good wife that she was, she succeeded in inspiring me to a third ejaculation that night, something that I never would have thought possible. It was a night that I shall never forget, one that I have thought about with considerable sensation every day since. But, understandably, I was quite worn out and not up to doing anything else that night. Jewel had to light her own cigarette, and she advised me to get some badly-needed sleep while she killed some time and got herself tired in the bathroom. Still breathing hard, I did not have the strength to disagree and immediately fell to sleep with no idea how she occupied herself in the bathroom or when she joined me in the bed.

A Rare Gem
By David & Len

Chapter Four

I do know that I felt somewhat refreshed the following morning but that I harboured the inescapable feeling that I had been through a most demanding experience and that I would require considerably more rest before I was up to doing much more than preparing myself and going out to one of the cafes with my wife for breakfast. When we returned to our suite, Jewel suggested that I go back to bed and that she leave for a while so that her presence in the room would not disturb me. It was thoughtful and welcome advice, and we kissed before she left in a smart blue sleeveless top, brief shorts, and mules on her small feet.

More than 24 hours passed before I saw my wife again. Alarming, frantic hours, you may be sure, as I waited and stewed and prayed that nothing untoward had befallen her. I dressed for dinner and waited at the entrance of the dining room for her to appear, but she never came. Nor did she show up through the long sleepless night that I worried away. By noon the following day, I decided that I had best report her absence to the authorities. I was dressing to go out and do so when she walked through the door.

Greatly relieved, but quite speechless, I watched Jewel put her bag down and heard her enquire casually about my recuperation while she stripped out of her blue top and shorts, an action that I found pleasantly erotic and promising. My excitement was short-lived, however, as she slipped a light green top over her head and pulled on a pair of white briefs, neglecting to add a bra or panties. She did not appear to feel any need to explain her long absence.

Not until after she had brushed her long blond hair a bit and lit a cigarette. 'We are going to alter our accommodations for the remainder of our honeymoon, Everett," she told me after blowing out a long stream of smoke and cocking her slender cigarette in her usual vertical manner. "I want you to transport all of your belongings -- your clothes and toilet articles and such -- to Compartment 309, two decks below. And move all the luggage and clothes and everything from that room to my suite, here. Perhaps you can get a steward to help you if that's too demanding an effort for you.'

I was quite stunned, as you may well imagine, and I found myself incapable of speech as I watched my new wife draw calmly on her cigarette and continue. 'Give me your cash and credit cards because I will need money for purchases and gaming, as well as expenses when we dock for overnights at Majorca, Sicily, and Greece.'

Perhaps aware of my immobilization, she walked over to the dresser and pulled out the credit cards of interest to her from my money purse, as well as the thousand pounds or so of cash that I had taken to defray the bulk of our expenses. She quickly rifled through the notes and replaced fifty pounds, I discovered later, before stuffing the remainder in her bag. Scanning the top of the dresser, Jewel picked up my suite entrance pass card and my identification pass to the first-class dining room. 'You may hold onto the suite card until you have transferred the clothes and things from here to Room 309 and vice-versa. But leave it here after you have finished. You won't need it anymore.' She tapped her ashes into an ashtray and went on, 'You will need this one, though, to get into your new room.' She put down a different coloured card.

Jewel pulled easily on her cigarette, accentuating the dimples on her lovely young face, and handed me a new meal identification. 'From now on, you will be Klaus Werner,' she told me, 'and this will gain you entrance to the third-class dining room on the lower level, as well as the other facilities designated for the economy-minded tourists. Students like Klaus who haven't made their money yet and the people who will always be poor.'

Somehow, I managed to ask, 'Why, Jewel?' a question that did not appear to surprise her. 'Because I want to enjoy my honeymoon, hubby dear,' she replied calmly, 'A lady's honeymoon cruise should be filled with excitement and laughs and romance with a handsome, sophisticated, real man. Not with a fat old blob of shit. And I will never again subject myself to the empty, frustrating ineptitude of our wedding night. That nothing fiasco. I am not accustomed to spending three hours in bed with a man, Everett, and having to relieve myself with my fingers and hairbrush after I have worn him out. Every bride wants unforgettable memories of her honeymoon, and Klaus has already started to give me those.' Jewel took a final draw from her cigarette and crushed it in an ashtray while she said, 'Klaus and I will spend the afternoon at the gaming room and pool, so you have plenty of time to move things. Shouldn't take you more than a couple of hours. Stay out of my hair for the next two weeks, Everett, if you ever want me to forgive you for spoiling my wedding night. Don't hang around the first-class facilities. I will contact you before we dock.' With that, she picked up her bag and left as abruptly as she had come in.

I expect that it is quite unnecessary for me to observe that I found these developments most unexpected and distasteful. This was a considerably different sort of arrangement than I had anticipated, and I was extremely distressed. Enough so that I briefly considered defying my new wife's wishes. But, after thinking better about the situation, and intent on getting our marriage off to a good start, I decided that it would be best to do as Jewel had directed me. So, with a heavy heart and little enthusiasm, I commenced to gather my belongings. Embarrassed to solicit any assistance, I spent the better part of the afternoon trudging up and down the stairs and the along the long hallways to Room 309, carrying as much as I safely could on each trip. Fortunately, the original occupant of that compartment, this Klaus Werner, did not have an excessive amount of baggage. Which was prudent because the third-class rooms were substantially smaller than the first-class suite I had booked for myself and my new bride. Still, I was much depleted when my ordeal was completed late that afternoon. I remembered to leave my suite pass on the dresser for Mr. Werner's use, though, as Jewel had instructed me to do.

I found these deviations in our original plans to be quite humiliating and depressing, and I was unable to work up much enthusiasm for any of the multitude of entertainment opportunities available on the ship. Evidently, I would not be seeing my wife for some time, and if there were any other anthropologists on board to while away the time with in a profitable manner, I was unaware of their presence. So, although the compartment was tiny and plain, it became my home, except for the short periods that I left it to eat during the next few days. The dining fare in the third-class facilities was decidedly inferior to the appetizer I had enjoyed two decks above the first evening. But, perhaps not surprisingly, I had little appetite and no desire to do anything except think about Jewel. And this young man whom she had quite clearly taken a fancy to and with whom she was spending her honeymoon. I found that notion monstrously disturbing, and, grown man though I was, I spent much of my time crying by myself in my dismal little cubicle.

I stayed on board the liner during the first two overnight stops at Majorca and Sicily, having lost any desire I had had to visit those sites, and wishing to avoid any attendant awkwardness should I wander into Jewel' presence and that of the man she had chosen to enjoy our honeymoon with. But by the second week, I could not restrain myself any longer. I simply had to see my wife again. At random times during the ensuing two or three days and nights, I climbed clandestinely to the top deck and walked past the suite I had reserved and that she was sharing with this young man, this Mr. Werner. I even dallied some in the immediate area, hoping for I don' know what, but I never saw her.

The night before we were scheduled to dock in Salonika, I could not suffer her absence any longer and took an enormous risk to catch a glimpse of her. Shortly after 7 o'clock, when I knew that most of the first-class passengers would be seated in their designated dining room, I approached that facility and furtively found an isolated, unoccupied area behind a grand piano, where I could conceal myself. Unaccustomed to such adventure, my heart was pounding and I was perspiring profusely from fear and anticipation. But to my good fortune, nobody noticed me, and I did get to see my unforgettable young bride.

Jewel was some distance away, of course, as were all the tables and diners. Yet, I had no trouble locating her at the table we had been assigned to, and I felt a tender sensation in my stomach when I saw her in the glamorous silver satin gown that I recalled buying on one of our shopping ventures before our wedding and that I had been most eager to see her in. As she had on our first evening on board, Jewel was the most conspicuous lady in the room, and, quite clearly, she continued to be the focus of attention and entertainment at the table. An immense amount of seemingly palpable vitality and merriment issued from that assembly.

Though I remembered few names, I recognised the other men and women at that table from my dining with them the first evening. But this was my first opportunity to see her escort, the gentleman she was spending her honeymoon with. He was a most attractive and poised young man, I thought. Appearing quite tall and powerfully built, he had smartly styled, very blond hair -- much like Jewel' colour -- and I could easily have pictured him as an imposing and dangerous SS Officer two generations earlier. Yet, he appeared to have blended in quite congenially with the other members of the dining set, and he was attentive to Jewel and appeared delighted to be with her.

From what I could see, it was a happy table with easy conversation and a good deal of laughter. I suspected that my absence had hardly been noted and that Jewel had provided a plausible explanation. Each time she raised a fresh cigarette to her lips, flames were produced by her male companions, but more often than not, she took her light from her suite mate, this Mr. Werner. And, to the amusement and delight of the other members, she habitually gave him a smiling, affectionate kiss before poising her cigarette in her habitual upright manner and resuming her conversation and laughter.

Finding it impossible to slink quietly out of the room, and unable to tear my eyes away from my wife and her jovial entourage, I couldn't help but marvel at how striking and impressive a couple she and Mr. Werner made, seated beside each other, as they were, and plainly enjoying being together. I noted that the young man was wearing a pale blue linen dinner jacket and pink and blue silk tie that Jewel had much admired in the boutique our first evening on board. She had even insisted that I try it on, which elicited an amused laugh from her because the garment was much too large and long for me. Frankly, I had been relieved because the jacket cost nearly 300 pounds and the tie another fifty. Now, I had to wonder if I had wound up buying those articles, after all. I would find out when my credit card statements came in the next month.

Still, I found it impossible to leave my place behind the piano. And when the second round of after-dinner drinks was served, I saw one of the gentlemen offer Jewel a cigar, and, much to my wonderment, I saw her lift one from the case with a merry but sophisticated nonchalance that led me to believe that this had become a regular ritual at that table. Jewel allowed the same man to give her a light, and she tilted her head and blew out what appeared to be a smooth flow of smoke and extended the very long, slender cigar between her fingers in much the same way as she habitually wielded her cigarette. This was the first time that I had seen my young wife smoke a cigar, of course, and I must say that it had a curious effect on me. Strangely, she seemed even more cosmopolitan and powerful and desirable than she had always been. And I experienced a puzzling sense of weakness, unworthiness, and‚impotence. And an intense yearning to be with her. My small penis was quite rigid.

Guessing that the dining crowd would soon disband, I sneaked out of the room shortly after Jewel had extinguished her cigar and found a convenient hiding place in a recess a short distance from the restaurant. I had no trouble spotting her and her young escort when they emerged and spent a few minutes conversing and laughing with their dining companions before the couples scattered to different parts of the ship. I knew that I shouldn't, but I was totally helpless to resist the overpowering urge to follow my wife and her companion, this Mr. Werner.

Tailing them at a safe distance, I saw them walk hand-in-hand at a leisurely pace toward the aft-deck and stop not far from the spot where Jewel and I had spent such an inspiring, romantic interval that first night. I believe it was even more lovely this second time with a full moon and balmy breeze and the same tranquility that I remembered. I hid behind a post and watched Jewel and Mr. Werner talk quietly and look overboard for some time before they took out cigarettes. Mr. Werner provided lights for them, and they smoked peacefully and continued to talk for several more minutes before tossing their cigarette ends into the Mediterranean and moving toward a cluster of deck chairs that were quite popular during the day but seemed as lonely and forgotten as I was at 10 o'clock in the evening.

Crouching behind some deck furniture, I saw Mr. Werner sit in one of the chairs and extend his arms invitingly for Jewel to join him. She did, arranging the long slit in her satin gown to allow her to lower herself onto his lap in a facing position, which both of them seemed to fancy. And, in no time, I saw them wrap their arms around each other, bring their lips together, and embrace with what appeared to be a good deal of eagerness and energy. With the help of the bright moon and deck lamps, I had no trouble seeing the growing intensity of their kisses and Mr. Werner's hands reaching inside my wife's luxurious dress to explore, fondle, and enjoy her lush young body. Quite clearly, she was not wearing a bra or knickers, and I could only imagine the erotic sensation that both of them must be delighting in with strong masculine hands and voluptuously smooth feminine flesh moving in rhythm to the gently rustling satin of her gown. I found myself becoming quite aroused and helplessly captivated by their display of affection.

Jewel and Mr. Werner seemed to have an amazing capacity to continue to pleasure each other this way for a lengthy period of time. But, as was inevitable, I would imagine, my wife eventually undid the man' flies and pulled out his penis with what appeared to be a good deal of deftness and enthusiasm. And she bent and kissed this huge organ that she could barely wrap her fingers around. She did that several times with what I thought to be admirable delicacy and seductiveness, and I believe that she licked the man's penis with a slow, sweet, gentleness that appeared to have a noticeable effect on him. With some straining, I could hear her giggles and moans of pleasure while, Mr. Werner caressed her luscious globular breasts, seeming to pay particular attention to her nipples, which, at this distance, I could barely discern to be longer and more erect than I would have imagined.

Slowly and with remarkable adroitness, Mr. Werner eventually penetrated his powerful-looking penis inside my wife's clearly welcoming vagina. His 'stallion cock' filling her 'steaming cunny', as I recalled the nomenclature she used on our wedding night. And that seemed to please both of them immensely, for they clung to each other with a new intensity and kissed with a fervor that I thought most astounding. In any event, this was undoubtedly what the two of them wanted, and they spent an astonishing amount of time thrusting their seemingly ravenous bodies into each other. Until, quite plainly, Mr. Werner erupted vigorously inside her, and she was only moderately successful in stifling her instinctive reaction to what sounded like an uncontrolled sensation of carnal euphoria. It was several more minutes before my wife and the young man untangled and tidied themselves to saunter off in the direction of their suite. I crawled off in the opposite direction down to my small room, where, I am not proud to say, I treated myself to a few minutes of auto-erotic gratification before crying myself to sleep.

I did not join the other passengers when they disembarked in Greece, though I had been avidly anticipating that thrill two weeks earlier. Except for meals, I confined myself to my cubbyhole and continued to think about Jewel, my reveries now enflamed by the display of feminine sensuousness and desirability that I had witnessed on the aft-deck that evening. It was not until minutes before we made port at Southampton that Jewel telephoned me. 'I want to squeeze the last drop of enjoyment that I can from our honeymoon, so I will be delayed,' she told me. 'I have arranged to have my luggage carried to shore, and I will meet you there when Klaus and I have finished.' She did -- very nearly an hour after I had touched land.
*****
Perhaps fortuitously, the sudden sound of laughter from downstairs interrupted my turbulent recollections and reminded me of my present situation and responsibilities. Hastily, I removed the stained violet sheets and immediately found myself in a quandary. You see, Miss Jewel has seven sets of satin sheets of different colours, which she allows me to remove and replace daily at my discretion. So, I have developed a regimen of sorts, where I put the emerald green satin sheets on her bed on Monday, the peacock blue ones on Tuesday, and so on through the week. That leaves me six or seven used sets to launder and iron at weekend, depending on which day my work schedule allows me to perform this function.

My dilemma that Saturday morning was that I had only fresh sets of the tea rose and the black satins remaining, and I wondered, in view of my wife sharing her bed with Master Adam, if she would have preferred a particular colour for them to sleep on. But she had indicated no such wish, and, being somewhat a creature of habit, given my long bachelorhood, I decided to adhere to the normal schedule and fit the tea rose satin sheets and pillow slips on their bed. I had barely finished this task and was about to start to hoover her deep-piled pink carpet when the two of them walked into the bedroom.

'What the hell have you been doing, shitpoke?' Jewel asked when she saw me there. 'Isn't our room ready yet? What a useless, bumbling excuse for a house servant! They wouldn't keep you 24 hours as a chambermaid in even the sleeziest hotel in Mongolia.'

Master Adam snickered, and I started to say, 'I .. I'm sorry, Miss Jewel .....,' when she told me, 'Turn down our bed and go do something somewhere else. Adam and I want to fuck for a while. We'll have lunch in an hour.'

'Yes .. er .. thank you, Miss Jewel,' I said and moved to comply with her wishes while she and her boyfriend began to undress.

I pulled down the quilt and top sheet and was about to leave when the two of them approached the bed and my wife suddenly flipped out and slapped me hard across the face, sending me reeling until I managed to brace myself against one of her bed tables.

"You oaf!" she snapped. "You good-for-nothing worthless moron! Why the fuck did you put the tea rose sheets on? You knew that Adam would be sleeping here with me tonight. Or did you forget already, airhead? What the hell kind of colour is that to expect a man to sleep on? What other colours do I have left after you pissed another week away doing nothing and probably not even bothering with my satin bedding?"

'Uh .. we only have the black set left, Miss Jewel. I I'm sorry ......', I apologized.

'Then get them on. Hurry! Move your fat arse!'

My nerves uncommonly frazzled, I hastened to retrieve the black satins from the cupboard and started to remove the tea rose sheets and pillow cases. I folded them carefully, trying to keep them clean and unwrinkled so that I would have one set less to hand launder and iron this weekend. I set them on the pink and black velvet-covered wrought iron bench at the foot of the bed and, under two sets of watchful eyes, started to unfold the black satin bedding.

That's when I heard Master Adam snigger. 'Been pissing your time away when you should have been doing your work, have you, slaveboy?' he asked in his normal arrogant tone. 'Well, let's make sure that you have something to occupy yourself with.' Upon which he wrapped his hand around his penis, which I thought was remarkably long and thick in its dormant state, and proceeded to urinate all over the tea rose satin sheets and pillow slips.

For some reason, this seemed to amuse my wife more than it did me, knowing, as I did, that my new master had suddenly added another two hours to my weekend work schedule and that I would have to wash and iron at least one set of satin bedding before I climbed up to the garret that night. The sheet shelf was bare. But Miss Jewel couldn't seem to stop laughing, and, out of the corner of my eye, I saw her wrap her arms around Master Adam's neck and press her ripe, buoyant breasts into his chest while she raised herself on her tiptoes and kissed him.

'That was precious, darling,' I heard her struggle to say through her laughter. 'I've always known that there are some things that men can do so much better than women.'

'And vice-versa,' her boyfriend added and lowered his lips to hers. They were still standing in their naked splendor and embracing near the foot of their bed when I finished fitting the black satin sheets and pillow cases. I picked up the soggy tea rose set and crept unobtrusively out of the room.

Miss Jewel and Master Adam kept company in their bedroom considerably longer than any of us had anticipated. After presumably fucking for some time, as she had indicated they were going to do, they evidently showered together and changed into fresh clothes -- she into a bright red midriff, white short shorts, and heeled sandals; he into a green golf shirt, khaki shorts, and thongs. Fortunately, I had prepared a cold lunch and served them as soon as they ambled into the dining area.

My Mistress and Master chatted easily while they ate and I stood in the corner, keeping a vigilant eye on their progress and trying to anticipate their requirements, as my wife wished me to do when she was eating. Without trying to pry into their private affairs, I couldn't help but hear their conversation and learn that the weekend was going well for them. Both of them seemed to be in a happy, relaxed frame of mind, and they talked about lounging around the garden that afternoon and working on their tans. And Master Adam appeared to want to take my wife out for dinner and an evening of entertainment, which seemed to please her. They agreed to talk about it while they enjoyed the sun in the back yard.

When I estimated that they had eaten all that they wished to, I refilled their tea cups and started to return to my designated station in the corner when I heard the distinctive crack of Miss Jewel's finger snap. 'We left our cigarettes in the bedroom, turd,' she drawled. 'Any half-witted, barely competent servant would have noticed that and not inconvenienced his Master and Mistress like this. Get your flabby arse upstairs and fetch them for us. You have 27 seconds.'

I didn't waste any precious seconds looking to see if anyone was timing me. Moving as rapidly as I could, I almost flew up the stairs to retrieve my wife's Virginia Slims 120s and her boyfriend's Marlboros before almost leaping down to the first floor. Apparently, I accomplished my task in the allotted time because Miss Jewel took her eyes off her Rolex when I knelt before her and, without comment, pulled one of her long slender cigarettes from the pack. I gave her a light from the lighter that I keep chained around my neck before crawling to Master Adam and offering him a cigarette and light. Since neither of them said anything, I returned to my place in the corner.

My wife and her boyfriend crossed their legs and chatted amicably while they relaxed and discussed possible options for their evening date. Leisurely smoking their cigarettes while they talked, they routinely disposed of their ashes in their luncheon plates, Miss Jewel alternately tapping hers with a long manicured finger or lopping the accumulation with a casual back flick of a nail. Their conversation had turned to the house by the time they finished their smokes and stabbed them out in their plates.

'I like the size of the place,' Master Adam said. 'All that garden land in the back and those four bedrooms. It's a bit old-fashioned, but, all-in-all, quite pleasant and very comfortable. I can see why it was worth your going to the trouble of getting married to get your hands on a house like this.'

'Yes, I fell in love with this house the first time I saw it, and I knew that I had to have it,' she agreed while she picked up her companion's plate and scraped the leftovers into hers. 'I've already started sprucing it up, modernising it, you know, like my bedroom. But I have a lot more ideas on things I want to do to get it exactly the way I want.' She put the plate on the floor between her and Master Adam and snapped her fingers while she continued, 'It takes time to get it just right, and I have been quite occupied with school and you and everything. But, it's fun to think about it, and, step-by-step, I'm getting there.'

By then, I was kneeling between my young superiors, and, my nose in the plate, I was slurping up my lunch.

'Well, you're doing a marvelous job on the house, doll,' I heard Master Adam comment, 'but I hope you won't be offended if I suggest that you're running a pretty loose ship here. Your house will never look the way you want it to unless you get more efficient domestic service from your slave.'

Miss Jewel laughed. 'I'm not at all offended, darling,' she answered, and I saw her sandaled foot reach in front of my face to rest on Master Adam's knee in what I interpreted to be a gesture of empathy and reassurance. 'I know that you're right, and I readily acknowledge that I have been sinfully lax as a slave owner. There's much too much freedom and bumbling around here. Maybe I need to get a few whips and nipple clamps and nut crackers.'

The two of them laughed, and I heard Miss Jewel's crisp finger snap. I raised my nose from my lunch to see her inserting a new cigarette between her still-amused lips. I gave her a light and one to Master Adam before looking at her again. I saw her purse her delicately bowed lips and blow out a long contented wave of smoke before pointing her long cigarette toward the floor and resuming her conversation.

'The fact is, darling, that this has been going on for nearly two years, and it has become somewhat of a bore to me,' she said while I went back to my lunch. 'I know that I should spend more time supervising and disciplining my slave. Be more of a taskmistress, you know? But it seems like such a waste of time when there are so many more pleasant and more important things to think about and to do. I certainly don't want to spend my evenings and weekends hanging around here and cracking the whip simply to improve the quality of service I receive and make my house a more businesslike place. And I don't think that you would want me to be spending all my time doing that, either.' There was a teasing, femininely challenging tone to her voice.

Master Adam chuckled. 'No, I can think of a number of better ways that I'd rather see you spending your time ... and your unique talents,' he allowed, and both of them giggled a bit. 'Maybe you're just trying to do too much,' he continued, 'and could use an extra hand. Probably I should help you out with your servant problem and free you a bit to spend more time with me, doing the things we most like to do together.'

My wife gave an affectionate little laugh. 'I think that's a smashing idea, sugar, if you don't mind my saying, and I accept your kind offer with a good deal of gratitude and enthusiasm. Now, what do you say we go outdoors and loaf around there for a while? We can talk while we get some sun, and I think I'll take my top and shorts off for an hour or two. My boobs and buns look virgin white compared to the rest of me.'

My wife and her boyfriend got up, and she took his ash-strewn plate and set it on the floor beside the other one. 'Don't forget your dessert, hubby dear,' she giggled before taking Master Adam's hand and walking off toward the garden.


A RARE GEM
by Len and David

Chapter Five

It's not easy laundering satin sheets. Maybe Master Adam doesn't know this, although I think that even if he did he wouldn't care. Why should he? That's my job after all. While Miss Jewel and Adam sunbathed and lounged on the garden patio I set about my work. There was a lot to do, the satin sheets that Master Adam had pissed on had to be done. All the normal housework had to be done, a salad tea for my superiors had to be prepared and Miss Jewel's outfit would have to be prepared if they were to go out tonight as they planned.

The sheets had to be hand-washed in the sink with cool water, along with a mild detergent to remove any piss stains. This had to be done for 15 minutes, then rinsed thoroughly in clean water. The sheets then had to be spread out and excess water absorbed with absorbent towels, you can't just wring them out because the satin is so damn delicate. Then the sheets are dried with a hair drier until they are just damp, then every inch ironed with a cool iron to remove even the slightest wrinkle. Believe me, this is a full two hours work simply to get the sheets to the standard that Miss Jewel expects. I bet Master Adam couldn't do as good a job as me, he probably has never had to lift a finger in his whole life! I certainly know Miss Jewel has never had to since she married me.

Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle. Miss Jewel and Master Adam have a little brass hand bell to summon me when my service is required. I hurried to the garden patio as soon as I heard it. To keep Miss Jewel waiting is to risk a caning!

"Miss Jewel, you rang Miss?"

Miss Jewel and Master Adam sat smoking and sipping iced fruit juice in the shade of the patio umbrella. This must have been the hottest day of the year so far. Only early June, yet the sun blazed down with a fierce burning intensity. My bare feet started to feel the heat from the stone patio as I stood rigidly to attention before them. They sat for a few moments, idly regarding me.

"My God, What a fat ugly specimen," commented Adam.

Miss Jewel smiled at him. "Darling, why do you think I call him piggy? Just look at him standing there sweating. Say, "Oink, oink," fat arse."

"Oink, Oink, Miss." I hung my head in embarrassment as I repeated the degrading phrase.

Master Adam went on, "For the rest of the day, when you approach us you say, "My name is Fat Everett. How may I serve you?""

"Sir, yes Sir!" I replied.

"What's you're name?"

"Sir! Fat Everett, Sir!"

"Well, Fat Everett I want you to get your arse over to my house and fetch the overnight case you'll find in the hall. Understand?"

"Sir, Yes Sir!"

"Here are the keys to the house," Adam tossed his keys to me, "Do not get the bus, it'll do you good to run there. Get moving, you have 40 minutes." 40 minutes! It was three miles across town to Master Adams house. I'd really have to move it!

On with my clothes and out the front door. I got there with a brisk walk, opened the house and got the case and started back. I wasn't wearing a watch so I had no way of knowing how much time I had left. I knew I would have to start jogging. It's been years since I did any physical activity and, as Miss Jewel and Master Adam constantly remind me, I am fat! Sweat was pouring off my forehead when I returned back home. Damn this heat! Placing Master Adams case in the main bedroom, I stripped off quickly and scurried to the patio where they were still lounging.

"Sir, My name is Fat Everett Sir! How may I serve you Sir?"

Miss Jewel snorted derisively into her iced drink as she heard my little mantra.

I would have killed for a sip of that drink, my mouth felt like a desert.

"Well, Fat Everett, did you also fetch the case from my bedroom?"

What case? I hadn't been told of any second case!

"Sir, no Sir! I must have forgotten it, Sir!" I had to bite my lip to hide my resentment.

"Then you're a moron aren't you?"

"Sir, yes Sir! I am a moron Sir!"

I was cruelly aware that I had gained a university degree before this young man was even born! My whole life had been one of study and academic interest, and here I was proclaiming to be an idiot of the lowest order in the most groveling tone of voice I could muster.

Adam reached for the packet of Marlboro's on the patio table. I was there ready with a light even before the cigarette reached his lips. Taking the light, he blew a stream of smoke straight in my face.

"What kind of moron?"

"Sir! A FAT moron, Sir!"

Miss Jewel started to giggle. She has a lovely tinkling laugh when she is amused, and this humiliating conversation certainly was amusing her. "Well, fat moron, go and fetch my other case from my house! I'm only giving you 30 minutes this time!"

I clamped my mouth hard shut to try and conceal my resentment, but Miss Jewel still picked up on it.

"Fatty, smile and thank Master Adam for thinking of productive ways to fill up your time." She ran her soft cool fingers over the nape of Adams neck, gently tickling it as she spoke.

I fixed a big grin on my face and sank to knees in front of my Master. He sat in front of me with a cool drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

"Sir, thank you very much for allowing a fat, ugly specimen like me to serve you, Sir. It is an absolute honour for me to know that you have considered a useful way to fill up my time by being productive and useful to you, Sir!" I lowered my face and ran my tongue over his shoes, lapping at the leather.

"You've got 25 minutes now. Move it fat arse!"

I heard Miss Jewels and Master Adams derisive laughter as I headed for the door.

Only 25 minutes to complete my task meant that I had to scramble to get my clothes on and run all of the 3 miles to Master Adams house. If anything the sun had got hotter in the meantime, the heat bouncing off the towns' streets as I ran and barged passed pedestrians in my rush. Sweat literally poured off me by the time I had got the case, stripped completely down to the buff yet again and reported back to my superiors. I had no idea if I had made it in the allotted time or not. In fact I was getting to stage where I was past caring. My chest was heaving with the exertion, I was covered in sweat and I could barely get enough breath in my lungs to stand upright to attention. Worst of all though was the raging thirst! My throat burned from lack of water and my tongue seemed to be completely dry. I would gladly risk a six or even a twelve stroke caning just to get some relief from this awful thirst!

My knees were trembling and I felt faint as I stood to attention before my cool and elegant superiors. Miss Jewel and Master Adam looked so at ease as they sat in the cool shade of the umbrella, cigarettes held so easily and casually between their young fingers as they chatted and flirted with each other. "Sir, My name is Fat Everett Sir! How may I serve you Sir?"

Their conversation continued as I remained standing. They didn't even acknowledge my existence, as I stood to attention, legs trembling and desperate for just a sip of water.

"P..p...please, please Miss Jewel, please may I be allowed a drink of water, please, Miss Jewel?"

I closed my eyes as I said this, aware of the awful risk I was taking in interrupting my superiors. Speaking without permission was a caning offence, but I really was desperate!

The conversation stopped abruptly and Miss Jewel turned to regard me with that awful cruel little smirk on her face that I knew meant trouble for me. She drew on her cigarette, slowly exhaling the smoke, holding her cigarette in the air with the tips of her fingers.

"Adam darling, should we make this repulsive little pig beg?"

"Mmmm, let's make him really crawl."

"Go to the end of the lawn, get down on your fat belly, hands behind your neck and nose to the ground. Then crawl over the lawn to us. Don't you dare lift you nose off the ground!"

The lawn was huge, almost fifty yards. I walked over to the end of it, got down just as I had been ordered and CRAWLED. From the corner of my eye I could still see them sitting at their ease on the patio, occasionally glancing at my painful progress, but more often deep in their own conversation, looking deep into each others eyes. My knees started to chafe as they took the brunt of my weight as I crawled and slithered my way over to them. Meanwhile my thirst continued to get worse.

Eventually I reached Miss Jewels lovely small feet and felt a familiar lurch in my groin as she placed her shoe directly in front of my mouth. I extended a dry tongue and licked at the shoe leather, but was careful to avoid touching the flesh of her foot.

I heard Miss Jewels voice from above my prostrate form. Her voice was light and full of fun.

"While you were crawling we decided on another little game. We'll call it "Let Me Entertain You." When either of us says to you, "Entertain us," you will drop instantly to your knees and start to do a chicken impression. By that I mean you will flap your arms like a hen and make chicken squawking noises. You understand fatty?"

"Yes Miss Jewel!"

Miss Jewel continued, barely able to conceal the amusement in her voice, "You'll also peck the ground with your nose as if you're looking for grubs, and you keep crawling around in circles until we decide you can stop. You'll do this no matter where you are, or who else is present. As soon as one of us tells you to entertain us then you start making like a chicken for all you're worth."

They regard me for a few moments with contempt and amusement written all over their perfect faces. Then Miss Jewel leant forward and said in that soft, quiet, silky smooth way she has, "Now, you ugly fat pig, entertain us!"

They almost collapse laughing in hysterics at my chicken impression, and believe me; I put all I was worth into it. I crawled round and around the patio table where they sat, making chicken noises and pecking my nose at the ground around their feet. They kept me at it a good ten minutes before allowing me, at last, to go and get a grateful drink from the toilet bowl.

The rest of the afternoon was spent with me laundering the satin sheets and running to attend that damn bell every time they rang. It was rung for the slightest reason, Miss Jewel had dropped her lighter and I had to pick it up for her. Then back to work. A few minutes later it would ring again. Master Adam wanted some more ice water poured. God! it wasn't as if it would take much effort to do these things themselves. Couldn't they see I was frantic trying to make the house nice for them?

Tinkle, Tinkle, again the bell rang.

"Miss, Fatty Everett reporting, Miss."

Jewel and Adam giggled. Jewel smiled and held the little bell daintily between thumb and forefinger.

"Oh just testing fatso. Back to scivvying!"

My face went red and I started to tremble with rage. Here I was working flat out for them and all they could do was waste my time playing silly humiliating games with me. I started to blurt it out too, and then I saw Miss Jewels gorgeous face looking at me with one eyebrow raised questioningly and that disdainful little sneer on her lips. Her soft manicured fingers reached out for a cigarette and held it to her lips. I knew I could offer no resistance now. It just seems to get at me watching her smoke! As usual I sank to my knees, offered her a light from the ever present lighter and opened my mouth as wide as I could, silently begging for her to use it as a common ashtray.

Her finger tapped her cigarette over my mouth and ash dropped onto my tongue.

"Now then ugly fuck, you were about to say?"

Of course I couldn't say anything in this position, but shook my head and strained to open my mouth even wider. My eyes bulged in their sockets as I silently begged for her ash.

Miss Jewel laughed and turned to Adam, "Maybe we should get its name changed by deed poll to 'Fat Ashtray.'"

"Or even better, 'Antique Fat Ashtray'" laughed Adam as he tapped his own ash into my mouth.

I knew I was broken then. What a pathetic specimen I must have appeared to them.

A man twice their age, plain and ugly, fat and balding, kneeling at their feet, straining to keep his mouth open as wide as he could, begging them to use his mouth as their ashtray. A simple, dirty ashtray used only as a receptacle for them to flick their ashes and drop their butts into!

The rest of that afternoon passed in somewhat of a blur for me. My glorious superiors continued to issue orders left, right and centre, "Fetch this." "Do that," as they themselves spent the afternoon lazily soaking up the summer sunshine. This was nothing new. I was used to juggling two or three different tasks. What had taken me by surprise was the sheer depth of my own self-degradation. Miss Jewel had only to raise her eyebrow and give me that wonderful supercilious sneer as she slowly exhaled her cigarette smoke towards me and I was gone. Totally gone.

Sure, I had spent the last year obeying her slightest whim and following the most humiliating of orders, but that had been in front of her, between the two of us. Not really a game, but something at least intimate. Now my degradation was in front of her boyfriend Adam and the stark truth had hit me.... I got a kick out of it! Every time I was made to humble myself and grovel in front of them made my temples throb and my dick start to rise. I felt myself letting go of the last shreds of dignity and wallowing in my own humiliation. Towards evening I heard the familiar snap of Miss Jewels finger and I ran to present myself in front her.

"Fat Everett at your service, Miss Jewel."

"Lay out the black and the blue silk dresses with the thigh length slits fatso, oh, and lay out the blue and the cream shantung dresses. I'll decide what to wear after my bath."

"Yes Miss, at once Miss."

"And fatso,"

"Yes Miss?"

"You remember the last time my bath wasn't drawn at the right temperature?"

"Yes Miss, I do Miss."

Miss Jewel paused to blow smoke in my direction as I stood at attention.

"Well, ugly fuck, tell Master Adam how I punished you."

"Sir, Miss Jewel made me empty the bath by transferring it from the bath to the toilet, Sir."

"Mouthful by mouthful, wasn't it, piggy?"

"Yes Miss, it was, Miss."

"And how long did it take you?"

"Four hours, Miss Jewel."

"So be a good piggy and get it right this time!"

Miss Jewel watched my progress as I backed out the room, reverently bowing to her all the way.

I made damn sure the bath was to Miss Jewel's satisfaction and that her favourite bath salts and lotions were to hand, then I started to lay out the dresses for her.

The four dresses were taken out of the wardrobe and laid carefully on the bed, I was terrified to make the slightest crease in any of them! The black satin dress was for formal occasions, as was the blue dress, but I knew she would look stunning in either of them. The shantung dresses were the Chinese style of dress with a high mandarin collar, sleeves down to the elbow and the hem just above the knee. They were satin and also very tight. Miss Jewel favoured these when she was going for a fun night out. I knew that Miss Jewel would regard it as presumptuous if I laid out any underwear for her, she would prefer to choose her own, knowing far better than I would what would please her man.

I knelt with my nose to ground as she emerged from the en-suite bathroom in a short silk dressing gown. Totally ignoring my presence she sat at her dressing table and patted her long blonde hair dry with a towel. I watched her hair cascading down her back, her blonde hair contrasting vividly with the black silk of the gown, and tried to imagine what it must be like to feel that hair gently caressing my balls, or to smell the soft scent of it as she lay in bed with her head on my chest. Yet I knew I would never ever know these things.

I saw her soft hands reach for a cigarette and I was promptly there with a light, my eyes begging for some recognition from her. Again I was ignored. I watched her put on her make up and then pull on her seamed silk stockings. Rising from her chair she pointed her manicured finger at the blue silk dress, "That one."

I carefully lowered the dress towards the floor for her to step into, making sure that the folds didn't actually touch the carpet.

"Smaaaaaack!" her hand caught me straight across the face. I saw stars and staggered to regain my balance.

"You let my dress touch the floor, arsehole. It's dirty now!"

I sure I didn't, but if she said the sky was black then it was!

"I'm so sorry Miss Jewel, it was careless of me," I replied as deferentially and as humbly as I could.

Miss Jewel stood with her hands on her hips angrily staring at me.

"You'll hand launder and press that dress tomorrow, and I'm going to ask Adam to lay the cane across your bumbling paws tomorrow!"

More punishment to come tomorrow at the hands of her boyfriend! For a moment I let my imagination drift to picture Master Adam bringing the cane down across my fingertips, and, instead of feeling fear, my dick began to twitch at the thought!

"Thank you Miss Jewel!" I heard myself say.

I don't even know if she heard me because Miss Jewel's attention was once again on the three remaining dresses. Pointing to the blue shantung dress she gestured for me to hold it up for her.

Standing a mere six inches from her ripe loveliness I held up the dress for her as pressed her tits against the satin fabric.

"Hmmm, sexy." She purred, "Adam will like this one."

Again I carefully lowered the dress for her to step into, and this time I saw her elegant legs step through the fabric. I slowly raised the dress up her body, inch by inch. This was a long established rule. No touching was allowed! Miss Jewel regarded my body and hands as loathsome and I was forbidden to even touch her with a fingertip! However, she was in a playful mood and wriggled and giggled sexily as the dress approached her bum cheeks. The inevitable happened! My fingers grazed her bum cheeks as she moved around and I bit my lip in fear. "Well piggy! You've got a caning to come from Adam tomorrow and now one from me!

I think perhaps I might lay a few across your balls."

Miss Jewel continued to laugh and smile as she said this, but I knew from bitter experience that she was deadly serious, and again I felt my cock twitch at the thought of more abuse!

The shantung dress looked stunning on Miss Jewel. The electric blue satin with the oriental dragons emblazoned in gold seem to cling to her like a second skin.

She turned around to admire herself in the bedroom mirror and I my little dick almost spurted as I caught sight of her magnificent bum so tantalisingly close to my snout. The satin dress seemed to ripple like liquid and I could plainly hear the rasp of her silk stockings as she walked out of the bedroom. "Crawl after me piggy! Its time for me to perform my wifely duties!"

I knew what this meant and my heart missed a beat in erotic anticipation. I eagerly followed her into the lounge where Adam sat waiting. Miss Jewel had sat next to him on the sofa and his hands where exploring her tits and thighs through the silk. She smiled and purred in satisfaction and gently probed his ear with her delicate tongue.

"Adam darling, watch this, you'll find this fun. This is what the porker and I call 'my wifely duties.'"

I crawled to Miss Jewel's high heeled feet and knelt with my legs as far apart as I could, keeping my hands behind my head. I audibly gasped as Miss Jewel's shoe came into contact with my stiff little cock. She was an expert at this type of teasing, sitting cross-legged with her shoe manipulating my stiffy like a fish on the end of a line. Her shoe bent it one way, then another and her sole would press down on my cock head bending my cock towards the carpet, holding it there for several seconds. Then her toe would run under my balls and gently lift the vulnerable sacs and then run the length of my cock. The effect that this teasing had on me was incredible. My mouth grew slack and I made little moaning noises. The drool started to run from my mouth as Miss Jewel bent forward to take a light for her cigarette from my necklace lighter. I could smell her perfumed breath just inches from my face, as her confident bright blue eyes held mine.

"Enjoying the thrill, you fat ugly little fuck?"

"Y..y..yes M...M....Miss."

My whole body was trembling!

"Ready for it now?"

"Oh yy..yes..M..Miss."

"Beg for it then."

"P..p..pl...please Miss, m..m..may I h...h..have it n...now?"

"Y...y..yes you m...m...may," Miss Jewel laughingly mocked my stutter.

WHAAAMM!

The toe of her shoe slammed straight into the centre of my balls and I collapsed on the floor, curled up in a foetal position, trying to stem the tides of nausea that swept from my ball sac into my guts. From above I could hear the derisive laughter of Miss Jewel and Master Adam mocking my pathetic state.

"Oh well, that's my duties over for another week. Ready to go out now darling?"

A RARE GEM

by Len and David
Chapter Six

As an anthropologist, I have been studying cultures in various stages of development for a quarter century -- since before Miss Jewel and Master Adam were born. Because of my extensive reading, discussions, and travels, I thought that I was familiar with just about all of the marital patterns and rituals in societies around the world. But nowhere have I found anything even remotely similar to the 'wifely duties' custom that Miss Jewel has established in our household. It is a clever innovation, I suppose, but a most excruciating and distasteful one. I often wonder if I am the only husband on the planet whose wife feels that she has to confirm her nuptial vows and express her affection with a kick in the testicles every week.

Not that it matters much anymore what I wonder about anything, I guess. Everything seems to have become more and more confusing since I ran into Jewel. But I do know that it hurts like blazes when your wife teases your penis to maximum length and hardness with the toe of her stiletto-heel shoe before driving it brutally into your scrotum. Which is what my wife chose to do before she and her boyfriend left, arm in arm and laughing, for dinner and an entertaining Saturday evening together.

It took a little longer than usual, it seemed, for the dull pain in my testicles and the nauseous revulsion in my intestines to abate enough to allow me to stagger to my feet. Perhaps that was a result of the unusually demanding day I had had in the service of my young superiors, as well as receiving my 'wifely duties' treat for the first time in the presence of a third party. Regardless, it was nearly 7 o'clock, and I had a full evening of work ahead of me. I stumbled uncertainly toward the laundry room, supporting myself against the furniture, and wishing that I had been able to finish hand washing and ironing all of my wife's satin sheets that afternoon.

But there were four sets that I had not gotten to, and, as every husband whose wife fancies satin sheets knows, that meant four hours of gentle washing and painstaking ironing. So, it was 11 o'clock before I was able to lay the sheets and pillow slips neatly in the cupboard, and there were still a million things to do. Most fortunately, while I was fussing with the satin bedding, I had been able to do two loads of regular laundry in the automatic washer and dryer that Miss Jewel allows me to use. So, after picking up and straightening out her bedroom, I got started on ironing her blouses and underthings as well as Master Adam's underwear, shirts, and socks, remaining on constant alert for the sounds of their arrival.

Again, I lucked out. Evidently, my wife and her boyfriend were making a rather full evening of it, and that gave me time to put their carefully ironed clothes where they belonged and to clean their bathroom before I heard the roar of her Jaguar in the driveway. I hustled my naked body to the front door and fell to my knees to greet them in the fashion they demand.

Not knowing what to expect and shaking with anxiety, I heard their mirthful laughter when the door opened. With my nose buried in the carpet, I barely saw Master Adam's Gucci shoes and my wife's heels as they walked by me, laughing merrily and sounding like they had had a most enjoyable time together.

'Oh, darling! What a fun evening!,' I heard Jewel gush. 'It's been too long since we ate and drank and danced so much. I hope you're not too tipsy and worn out to show me how tempting and desirable you thought I looked tonight ... and how much you love me.'

'No chance, doll,' her escort assured her, sounding emphatic and determined. 'That's all I've been thinking about since I saw you in that sexy silk dress. I've been wanting to rip it off you and fuck you all evening.'

Jewel screeched with passion. 'YES! YES! THAT'S IT, DARLING!' she yelled with what sounded like a wild, urgent impulse. 'Tear it off me. Tear it to shreds because you're an overpowering man, and I'm an irresistible woman. And you can't control your lust for me. Do it, Adam.'

'I want to, but a shantung dress like that costs a fortune, and I love it on you,' he hesitated.

'It doesn't matter,' she pleaded. 'I'll get another one next week. Whichever one you want. Right now, I want you to strip me like your woman. Like your whore. Like a man inflamed with desire. Like a man who knows what he wants. And what he wants is ME! Please, Adam. I feel so hot for you! Show me how fiercely you want me. STRIP ME AND TAKE ME, LOVER!'

I have no idea how a man strips and shreds a silk dress from a woman's body, but, with my nose in the carpet, the next sound I heard led me to believe that Master Adam had found a way to tear my wife's dress from her. And then I heard their impassioned laughter, which turned to feminine giggles when Miss Jewel's boyfriend picked her up and carried her upstairs to their bedroom.

I stayed on my knees for some time after I heard the bedroom door slammed shut, not quite knowing what to make of this latest development. I felt relieved, I suppose, that my wife and her man had not chosen to torment me. Yet, I experienced a vague sensation of having been let down, as if I had no part to play in their lives and that they didn't need me. And, most confounding, my small penis was inordinately erect. It was all too perplexing to try to understand. I could only raise my battered body, pick up my wife's shattered silk dress that had cost me over 500 pounds a few weeks earlier, and trudge up to my garret room to collapse on my cot.

I had a turbulent night's sleep and didn't pull my aching 47-year old body out of my cot until after the sun came up. That still gave me time to get quite a bit of my housework done before I heard the familiar beep of the intercom buzzer. I ran into the kitchen, to one of the electronic consoles that Miss Jewel had had installed some months earlier to communicate her orders to me when I was either in the kitchen or in my garret room. I saw three red lights flash into the monitor, which informed me that she wished scrambled eggs, bacon, home fries, and toast for breakfast. Then, five more red lights, Master Adam's order for waffles and sausages. And, below, the green light telling me that they wanted their breakfast immediately. I began to scurry around the kitchen.

My soft knock on my Mistress and Master's bedroom door was answered with a muffled, barely audible, 'Come in.' I entered with the large linen-covered tray and stopped when I saw my wife's nude body half-draped over her similarly unclad boyfriend. Her hands were clamped to the sides of his head, and they were kissing while he gripped her buns and held her close to him. This was a new husbandly situation for me, and I was quite unsure as to what I should do.

I remained standing and holding the tray some distance from the bed until I heard Miss Jewel's throaty purr. 'Do you want to send breakfast back until after we've fucked once or twice, darling?' she asked and rubbed her lips against Master Adam's.

'I'd like to,' he said, digging deeper into her rounded cheeks and his voice sounding a bit hoarser than usual. 'But that will only mean another interruption later. Why don't we get all that shit out of the way now so that we can spend the afternoon doing what we want to do. Besides, we probably should fill our tanks. We're going to be burning a lot of energy today, and we don't want to run on empty.'

Miss Jewel gave a little laugh and moved her lips from his to run her tongue over his nose. 'I guess you're right,' she agreed with apparent reluctance. 'We'd might as well eat and do what we have to do first. But let's not dally too much. I feel so fucking hot and affectionate today.' Without turning, she snapped her fingers for me to serve breakfast. I set two bed trays over my Mistress and Master's naked bodies and served their juice and the breakfasts they had ordered while they propped their backs comfortably on pillows against the headboard. I set the Sunday newspaper on their bed and, with no instructions -- or even a look - from them, I crawled to a corner to await their pleasure.

My wife and her boyfriend ignored the newspaper. They seemed more interested in getting breakfast over with than in talking much. They did chat a bit about the marvelous dinner they had had the previous evening at a chic new restaurant that I had not heard about. Not that it mattered because I don't go out to eat much anymore. But in a short time, they dropped their forks in their half-filled plates, and Miss Jewel snapped her fingers.

I removed their dirty dishes, poured their coffee, and offered them their cigarettes. I lit my wife's Virginia Slims and her boyfriend's Marlboro and started to move the clean ashtrays from the bed tables to their trays for their convenience. 'Get rid of those damn things,' Miss Jewel said, pointing her cigarette toward the bed trays while she eased a flow of smoke past her lips. 'I don't want them in the way. You can hold our ashtray.'

I obediently transferred my Mistress and Master's coffee cups to the bed tables, returned the trays to the cupboard, and knelt by the side of their bed to stretch the ashtray in a handy position for them. 'That's better,' Master Adam said as they moved their bodies closer to each other and he wrapped an arm around his woman. 'I don't want anything to get between us today.'

Miss Jewel smiled and gave a little contented sigh before lowering her eyelids and sliding her hand over his belly and thick patch of hair to wrap her fingers affectionately around his cock. They drank their coffee and smoked silently for a few minutes before she said, 'While we're at it, we'd might as well take a shower and brush our teeth while the servant changes the sheets. We're going to be spending a lot of time here today, and I want to look and feel and smell clean and pretty for the man I love.'

Master Adam chuckled and gave her a little squeeze. 'Whatever you want, gorgeous,' he said, 'but let's make it fast. You got me so fucking horny.' They both laughed and took a last draw on their cigarettes before dropping them into the ashtray for me to extinguish. 'The gold ones,' my wife hollered over her naked shoulder while she ran, giggling, toward the bathroom with her lover chasing her.

I removed the black sheets from my young superiors' bed, unable to miss the scattered clusters of caked semen, and replaced them with the gold satin ones while they showered together. I had just finished picking up the shirt, tie, trousers, stockings, underwear, and jewelry strewn on the floor when Miss Jewel came back into the room. 'Get me my little black silk nightie,' she told me. 'You know, that sexy little thing you gave me for my birthday or something. I think it was you; maybe it was someone else.' She sat at her dressing table and sprayed a generous amount of perfume on her neck and breasts and around her pubic area before starting to brush her long blond hair.

I was the 'someone' who had given her the black silk nightie for her birthday, along with the silver cigarette case with the tiny rubles that she used quite often on her more glamorous dates. I had yet to see her in the nightie, though, and my hands were trembling when I helped her slip it over her head, being extra careful not to muss her hair. She smiled with mischievous satisfaction when she examined herself in the mirror and arranged the low scoop neck to expose the better part of her breasts and the hem to cling to her thighs a bit below her pubic area.

'Yes, that looks a lot more modest and ladylike,' she had just finished saying when Master Adam, his ablutions evidently completed, strode into the room. Quite clearly, he liked her modest, ladylike look, too, for he stopped and bellowed at the top of his voice, 'WWWOOOWWWWEEEEEE!!!'

His woman's smile broadened, and she twirled her luscious body around like a model and held her little hands upward with exaggerated grace and drama. 'Like your little whore's new look, lover?,' she asked, her voice and expression seeming to imply that there might be some question about his response.

Only a woman with Jewel's pride and confidence in her femininity and sex appeal could have asked that question and sounded so convincing, I thought, while I watched my Master's response. He bundled her in his arms and kissed her with greedy eagerness while his cock stiffened and commenced to grow.

I believe that my wife broke off the kiss and swiveled out of his arms sooner than he expected. 'You're such an impulsive sweetheart,' she teased with a coquettish smile as she took a little step away from him. 'But you just can't keep losing control of yourself and that dangerous big cock of yours every time you see a ravishing, sexy lady.' She gave a girlish little laugh before assuming an air of female practicality. 'Let's have another cup of coffee and a ciggie. I want to go over a few things with my slave to get him productive and out of our hair this afternoon. Then I'm yours for as long as you want me, handsome. And don't worry, I'll keep.'

My Mistress and Master reclined on the gold satin sheets, and I poured their coffee and offered them their cigarettes. Miss Jewel started to pull out a Virginia Slim but seemed to change her mind. 'Hmmm ... I think I'd like to have one of my lover's Marlboros as a diversion,' she said and took out two of them when I presented the packet. She set both cigarettes near the center of her delicate little mouth and snapped her fingers impatiently when I hesitated in addressing this new situation. Gathering that she wished me to light BOTH of her cigarettes, I did so and watched her pull smoothly and remove the short cork-tipped cigarettes before pursing her lips and exhaling a tight spurt of thick smoke and kissing one of them and sliding it playfully between her lover's lips.

My wife took another hearty drag from her cigarette while I knelt beside the bed and held an ashtray for them to use. 'Mmm ... I like these as a change of pace,' she told her boyfriend. 'A different taste, different look, different pleasure,' she added before turning to me and saying, 'From now on, get me a carton of Marlboros when you buy my Virginia Slims. A woman shouldn't become TOO predictable'

'Yes, Miss Jewel, thank you,' I said as she tapped her ashes with a long nail into the ashtray and squealed when Master Adam cupped his hand over one of her proudly protruding breasts. 'Are you trying to proposition me, sugar?,' she asked with a teasing look and a little wiggle as she placed her small hand around the top satin sheet and wrapped it around his growing cock. She shot him a naughty, flirtatious grin and moaned when his fingers began to rub her nipples through the little silk nightie. She snuggled closer to him and took a leisurely sultry drag from her cigarette and slid the satin sheet slowly, sensuously the length of his cock a few times before turning her head slightly toward me as if she wanted to get rid of some annoying business before she surrendered herself to her inclinations.

'Not that it's any of your concern, fatso,' she said, sounding firm but a bit breathless, 'but my lover and I have decided that we're going to retain our separate residences. For the time being, at least .....' She paused while Master Adam lowered his head, lifted one of her smooth, erect breasts from her nightie, and commenced to lick and kiss the hard nipple. She gasped and tightened her grip on his cock and started to fondle it more vigorously through the sheet. I could see that it was getting longer. And so was mine.

'.....because we'd spend all our time in bed and never get any college work done ... and might not get the big jobs we want next year and .... OH, GAWD, ADAM!!! THAT FEELS SUPER SEXY!!! ... DO MY OTHER ONE! QUICK! I CAN'T STAND IT! IT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD!.....' Her heated woman's body began to twist and slither on the silk and satin, and she quickened the tempo of her smothering his cock in the sheet.

' and more important, we want to keep the freshness and mystery and romance in our relationship ..... OH. YES! YES, DARLING, YES! THAT FEELS SO DAMN GOOD! ..... So, tomorrow, I want you to go to the locksmith and get another key to the house made for Adam so he can come here anytime he wants to ..... and you'll be going there every week from now on to clean his flat and do his laundry and ironing and dishes and run his errands and ...... mmmfffhhh ........'

Master Adam's lips were pressed over my wife's now, and he was running the top satin sheet erotically over her prominent bare breasts. Both of them dropped what was left of their cigarettes into the ashtray, and she flung both arms around his neck as if to draw his body into hers.

Since Miss Jewel was in the middle of a sentence in giving me instructions before she was distracted, I assumed that the proper and polite thing for me to do was to remain on my knees by the bed and wait respectfully until she was free to resume her conversation with me. So I did that and, with nothing else to occupy myself for a change, I silently observed Miss Jewel and Master Adam share their natural lusts and affection.

It had been nearly a year since that one occasion when I had observed my wife copulate with a man, back last June on the ship, where I had seen Jewel get fucked on the deck by the young gentleman she was spending her honeymoon with. A Mr. Werner, I was proud to recall. But there had been limited light that night, and, of necessity, I had watched them from some distance. Now, though it didn't seem right to violate their privacy, I was privileged to have a ringside seat.

It was a remarkable performance, and I was astounded by the way that Master Adam took possession of my wife with his strong muscular body. Holding her head to his with one hand, he caressed her slowly, gently with the satin sheet like an adored, cherished partner. First her ripe voluptuous breasts, kneading each nipple with tormenting pleasure I guessed from her urgent, agonized moans and her gyrating body. Then the length of her torso, the satin sheet gliding along her flat belly and along the contours of her curvaceous womanly body while she squirmed helplessly and struggled to try to move his strong masculine hand and the luxurious gold sheet back to her nipples. She almost seemed to be crying, and I could hear her whisper something like 'Please, darling, please. My tits. I need you there' when he eased the pressure of his lips on hers to drive his tongue into her mouth.

But Master Adam was in control. 'I'm doing the fucking here,' he said while he moved further down my wife's frenzied body, toying with her while he rubbed the satin sheet around her blond bush before moving to her inner thighs, which she was striving desperately to keep closed. But her heated desire and torment were no match for her lover's determined strength. Slowly, skillfully, he separated her legs and worked the satin along her loins and thighs with agonizing sureness and deliberation. Miss Jewel shrieked and her pussy seemed to quiver with what I expected was her first orgasm.

The two of them clung lovingly to each other and kissed hard for a few moments before my wife disengaged her lips from her man's and ran her tongue over his lips with feminine softness and sensuality. She weaved her fingers through his hair and moved her lips to his ear, where she licked and nipped while thrusting her firm breasts into his manly chest. I watched her blow soft little effortless breaths into my Master's ear, driving her small tongue inside from time to time before licking and kissing and nipping some more while she ground her erect fleshy breasts against his chest and ran her long smooth leg along his.

From what I could see, Miss Jewel's womanly sensuality was having a noticeable effect on the man. He was shuffling and groaning now, and his cock kept getting longer and harder until it reached a size that I thought most remarkable. It appeared to be more than twice the length and width of mine, larger than any male organ I had ever seen in pictures, and it seemed to be hungering for relief. 'Please, doll,' I heard him whimper when my wife flexed her leg and started to glide her smooth, firm thigh over his cock. 'Please, Jewel, don't ..... I can't stand it ..... You're too much ..... I can't wait .....I've got to fuck you .... Now!' Miss Jewel raised her lips from her lover's ear long enough to let out a sultry, throaty hiss. 'Suffer ... baby ... suffer,' she snarled before sliding her lips to his and crushing her breasts deeper into his chest while she continued to tantalize his cock with her thigh.

My Mistress and Master kissed passionately while he gradually moved her onto her back and parted her compliant legs. He mounted her and poised the tip of his raging cock along the fleshy periphery of her pussy lips. He did that for what seemed to be an inordinately long time while she squirmed on the bed, her silk nightie slinking sensuously along the satin sheet, and urged him to enter her. 'NOW, LOVER, NOW!... DAMN YOU!... NOW!... FUCK ME NOW!... PLEASE, ADAM .....' She pulled him frantically to her and spread her legs while her twat reached out to devour his cock.

Master Adam penetrated my wife with a sureness and finesse that I had to admire. He entered her one agonizing inch at a time while she wriggled and writhed, her crazed body and silk nightie skating along the lustrous surface of the gold satin sheet. She was clutching him furiously and moaning while her pussy thrust out at him with a hunger and determination that I had never expected to see.

When my wife's lover had rammed the whole of his cock inside her, she slid her buns along the slippery sheet and raised her hips to capture every last bit of what he had to give her before she wrapped her long legs around his thighs. 'You're not going anywhere now, mister. You're staying here where I want you,' she panted and smirked a little before rocking her pussy back and forth with maddening sensuality.

It was my suspicion that Master Adam had no desire to go anywhere else. He seemed most content to be inside my wife, and he commenced to kiss her with remarkable fervor and voluntarily synchronized his rocking and thrusting with hers. He remained totally intent on possessing her and driving his powerful cock yet deeper inside her while they made desperate, carnal noises and her lush womanly body slithered in sinuous sensation on the sheets.

From my limited experience with such things, it occurred to me that Miss Jewel was experiencing an orgasm each time she wailed and let out a wild, helpless shriek while her pussy seemed to expand and contract and she clutched her lover more frantically. Her long blond hair was scattered over her face, and her girlish little mouth was half open, her glazed eyes seemingly overtaken with emotion and set for the continuation of what had to be excruciating torment and unbearable stimulation and rapture. They were loving and exciting and pleasuring each other like a potent, driven man and a wanton, starved woman. The sweat was building up on Master Adam's naked back while he possessed my wife and drove his powerful cock relentlessly deeper and deeper inside her, giving her everything he had and demanding the same from her. And she was doing likewise, smothering his manly body with kisses while she pushed her hungry breasts and pussy into him and wrapped her legs ever tighter around him to give and take all the pleasure that a man and woman can share with each other. It was long after I would have thought it possible for a couple to maintain this level of passion and endurance that I saw Master Adam's body stiffen and heard him bellow like a wild animal when his cock exploded inside my wife. And, simultaneously, she squeezed him with more frenzied desperation and screamed like a savage while she banged her mound with a new urgency against his balls. They clutched and kissed and wailed and shrieked for a long time before collapsing on the bed, depleted but with looks of total relief and satisfaction and euphoria on their wet faces.

It was not until then that I became aware of how much I was sweating, too, and of how stiff my pecker was. My Mistress and Master noticed it some time later and smiled after they untangled and stopped kissing and caressing and whispering to each other. 'I had forgotten that we had an audience,' my wife laughed and lay her head back on her lover's chest. 'Yeah, and I see that he enjoyed our performance,' Master Adam agreed.

'Maybe we should charge him admission for putting on a show like that for him' Miss Jewel chuckled and slipped her hand into his. 'Hmmm ... that might be another one of your brilliant ideas, darling,' she said. 'We probably should give that some thought. But for now, let's get him to work. I don't want him spending the whole fucking afternoon getting horny when we've got better things for him to do.'

She turned her head a bit toward me without lifting it from her boyfriend's chest. 'As I was telling you before I was so pleasantly interrupted, blimp,' she said, 'my lover is going to keep his flat, and you're going to clean it and do whatever he wants you to do every week. We want you to begin this afternoon, so run over there and get started. Don't take your car. The run will be good for your fat arse.'

'Yes, thank you, Miss Jewel and Master Adam,' I said while she tilted her head back and puckered her lips for a kiss. She purred and smiled at him before asking, 'Is there anything special you want the slave to do, sweetheart?'

'The whole place could use a good cleaning,' he told her. 'The bed should be changed, and there's a pile of dirty clothes to wash. I think there's a laundry room in the basement or somewhere in the building. I've never been there because one of the girls who has a flat on my floor used to do it for me. But she stopped coming around after things got hot and heavy with you and me and I stopped fucking her. I probably shouldn't have because the laundry has been piling up'

Miss Jewel giggled and asked in her cute, provocative way, 'Was she as beautiful and exciting and as good a lay as your current girlfriend?'

'Oh, shit!,' Master Adam blurted. 'I've got the most gorgeous, most entertaining, and best fucking woman in the British Isles. Maybe the whole damn world. And, besides, she wasn't my girlfriend. Only a plain little slut I fucked because she cleaned my flat, did my laundry, and had me in for dinner when I was around. She's no loss.'

My wife gave a throaty little moan and squeezed his hand. 'Kiss me, lover,' she said.

When they stopped kissing, Miss Jewel said, 'You heard what your Master wants you to do. Get his flat in tip-top shape while we spend the afternoon fucking. But hurry back because we'll want dinner at 6 o'clock. And then you have two canings coming this evening -- one to your clumsy fingers from your Master for letting my blue silk dress touch the floor, and one to your balls from me for pawing my buns like a dumb animal while I was getting into my shantung dress and making myself irresistible for my date last night. Now, get me a ciggie before you go.'

'Y.. y ..yes, Miss Jewel, th ... thank you,' I stammered, disappointed but not surprised that she hadn't forgotten. I got up and offered her both packs an watched her pull out a Virginia Slims 120 this time. She took my hard little pecker in her hand and smiled while she tapped her cigarette against it before sliding it between her lips and taking my light. I lit Master Adam's Marlboro, and my wife blew out a lazy wave of smoke and cocked her cigarette in her usual up-and-down position. 'Get my tube of coral pink lipstick, your shower cap, and one of your shoe laces,' she told me.

Puzzled, I hurried to procure the items Miss Jewel wanted and brought them to her in the bed. She took them and set her long cigarette between her lips. 'I've never seen that little thing of yours so stiff,' she said while she unscrewed the lipstick tube. 'I don't want you to waste time wanking when you should be cleaning your Master's flat. Besides, married men aren't supposed to play with themselves. That's selfish.'

Gripping my pecker, my wife proceeded to paint the whole of it with her lipstick for some reason that I didn't understand. When she had finished, she pulled on her cigarette, removed it from her lips, and held it out toward me. I opened my mouth, and she casually tapped an accumulation of ashes before her lover extended his arm to do the same thing. 'Yes, I think that coral pink is the perfect colour to go with blue balls,' she said, and both of them laughed. She then fit my transparent plastic shower cap loosely over my pecker and testicles and tied it there with the shoelace.

'If there's any smear in that lipstick when you get back,' she said, 'or any other sign that you've touched that useless little thing while your Master and Mistress were here fucking this afternoon, we'll double the number of whacks we were going to give you this evening. Understand, piggy?'

'Yes, Miss Jewel, thank you,' I muttered and watched her raise her cigarette to her lips, take a long draw, and blow a languid drift of smoke toward me. 'Well, don't just stand there, moron,' she said. 'Get your fucking fat arse out of here so my lover and I can spend some quality time alone with each other.'

'Yes, thank you, Miss Jewel,' I mumbled and scurried quickly out of the room.

A RARE GEM

by Len and David
Chapter Seven

Master Adams flat wasn't what you would call a typical student flat or bedsit. For a start, it was in the upmarket side of town and it was also far larger that you might expect. It was obvious that Master Adam or, more likely, his parents, had big money. I had seen the likes of this young man all through my university career. Rich, pampered and snobbish. The sort who breezed through university life squeezing every last drop of enjoyment out of it, not caring in the slightest about the academic side of it. Their family's money always bailed them out in the end; they always seemed to achieve highly lucrative career positions without putting more than the barest effort into their academic work. I had always despised them in the past, little thinking that I would end up the menial scivvy for one! The one thing that Master Adam had in common with most of all students was the mess he seemed to accumulate in his rooms. While not exactly slovenly, he obviously was not used to tiding up after himself. Drinks glasses, overflowing ashtrays, and discarded clothes were everywhere. Then a strange thought flashed through my head, why should he clean up after himself? He was a Master that DESERVED minions like me to cater to his slightest whim. I almost felt shock as my little dick give a lurch at the thought I was now that minion! I picked up one of the full ashtrays and my mind pictured Master Adam and Miss Jewel contemptuously looking down at me, and I just couldn't help but run my tongue deep into the ash and butts and devotedly lick from one side of the ashtray to the other. tasting and smelling the familiar acrid stench of the butts. I never thought I would get used to doing this, but practise sure does make perfect. I hadn't even been ordered to do it, but here I was, humiliating myself at the mere thought of my Superiors!

I had to snap my mind out of this predicament and for the next two or three hours concentrated on the work to be done. I vacuumed, scrubbed, polished, dusted and did a full washing and got myself totally involved with the work when I suddenly heard the phone ring...

"Fuckface! Damn well pick up the phone quicker when I call you!" It was Master Adam.

"Sir! Sorry Sir!" At the sound of his voice I found myself snapping to attention.

"Get your miserable fat arse back here now, we're just in the mood to start this little punishment session of yours! Oh, and bring the pair of riding boots and breeches that you'll find in my bedroom. We're giving you 20 minutes, or it'll be extra licks!"

I heard the phone go click at the other end and I jumped to the order. I easily found the boots in the bedroom since I had put a mirror shine on them no more that half and hour ago. They were calf length riding boots in gleaming black leather, but now I knew Master Adam would actually be wearing them when he punished me. Again that electric surge went through my brain and cock and I knelt and ran my tongue over the gleaming leather. I also felt my hip and cock move as I started to hump dry air! The shower cap over my little dick meant I couldn't even touch myself there, but I moved and bucked my hips and cock, imagining Master Adam wearing these boots and flexing the cane. What a pathetic specimen I had become!

It was half an hour later, and I now stood buck-naked and to attention before my two superiors. Miss Jewel had changed into a black silk dress that barely covered her pussy. A gold link chain wrapped around her shapely waist as a belt. Her blonde hair was worn loose and she had on her black high heels. A picture of relaxed elegance.

Master Adam wore the black riding boots; a loose shirt opened to just above the waist, and the skin-tight breeches that clung to him like a second skin. I could see the outline of his cock clearly defined by the thin material of the riding breeches.

"Remind me again piggy, why am I punishing you?"

"Sir, I let Miss Jewels silk shantung dress touch the floor, Sir!"

"Careless of you wasn't it piggy?"

"Sir, yes Sir!"

Master Adam paused to light a Marlboro.

"That's the same shantung I ripped off Miss Jewel isn't it?"

I heard Miss Jewel give a little giggle at the memory.

"Sir, yes Sir!"

"Well, looks like you'll have to replace it out of your own pocket, and take better care of the next one!"

As if it was my fault the dress was ripped! "Sir, yes Sir! I'll gladly pay for the next one and take good care of it." Master Adam flexed the cane between his hands, the cigarette held in his mouth. He looked the epitome of arrogance, his booted legs held astride and his chest muscles rippling under his shirt. I couldn't help but look at the lovely cock showing against the breeches. His cigarette glowed red as he gave the order.

"Trotters out piggy, and keep them there!"

I thrust both my trembling hands out palm upwards and half closed my eyes in terror.

Wheeeesh! Craaaaak!

The cane came down from high above Master Adams head and bit across my right palm. My hands pulsed and throbbed in agony. I screwed my face up, grimacing in pain, but determined not to cry out in case it disturbed my Superiors.

Weeeeept! Craaaaak!

The cane came down again across the same hand, right across the fingertips. This time I bit my lip, tears sprung from my eyes and coursed down my cheeks. Master Adam drew on his cigarette, arrogantly blowing smoke straight in my face.

"Keep those trotters up and presented, fuckface!" He warned.

The cane rose and fell another two times, this time across my left palm and fingers. I was in absolute agony. My hands felt as if they were on fire, I could almost see them pulse and throb as they started to swell up.

"Get your arms out straight and keep those fat fingers out!"

I closed my eyes, expecting another stroke but this time Master Adam merely placed the cane across my outstretched hands, balancing it on the fingertips.

"Don't you dare drop it, fat arse!"

He resumed his seat next to Miss Jewel who leaned over and started to caress his cock through the thin material, licking his ear with her small delicate tongue. She started to rub her thigh against the side of his like a wanton hussy. She took the cigarette from his fingers, taking a draw on it before handing it back to him.

"Darling, watching you cane the pig is making me so horny, why don't you lay some more on him. I really love watching it!" Again her tongue darted and danced in his ear and licked at his neck.

"Jewel sweetheart, right now I thing you need a good fucking, let's get to the bedroom!"

Miss Jewel pleaded with him.

"Please, pretty please, cane the piggy some more!"

"No strumpet, get to the bedroom!" Master Adam laughed.

Miss Jewel pouted like a little spoiled schoolgirl and stood up, breaking away from Master Adams embrace. She strode over to where I stood, still with outstretched trembling hands, and started to jiggle and shake her silk covered tits just mere centimetres from my tortured fingers, but making sure I didn't get the thrill of actually touching her tits! I watched partly in fear and lust as those delicious mounds danced and shook before me, encased in the thin black silk of her dress.

"Look! Adam! Look! Piggy's trying to grope me, look! You've got to cane him more now!"

Adam laughed uproariously at her joke!

"Okay, sweetheart you win, let's cane the pig some more!"

This time the strokes took on an even greater intensity as Master Adam laid on the cane with a vengeance. Six more times the cane slashed down, each stoke making me howl in agony. I couldn't hold back the screams now, and I yelled and howled like a banshee. Throughout it all Miss Jewel stood to one side, watching the punishment intently, her hand slyly rubbing her pussy under her dress!

Once Master Adam had ended the punishment I was again ordered to hold out my arms and my hands, but this time to the side instead of in front of me. I could only watch through tear streaked eyes as Miss Jewel took off her dress and hung the silk on my fingertips of my right hand while Master Adam hung his shirt over the fingers of left hand! There I stood like a human clotheshorse as they skipped off to the bedroom!

I don't know if you have ever had to hold out your arms straight for any length of time but I can assure you it is very, very tiring. Before long my arms began to tremble and then to shake spasmodically, but I knew fine well that I couldn't face another caning on hands, so I hung on, desperate to keep the dress and shirt from touching the floor.

I almost cried with relief when Master Adam and Miss Jewel emerged sometime later from the bedroom, Miss Jewel now wearing stockings and suspenders with a lovely little rose garter round her silk stockings. Her fingers reached out and took the dress from her human hanger. She slipped the dress back on and lit a cigarette as she watched Master Adam replace his shirt. She then picked up the cane and flexed it between elegant, delicate fingers. "Goody goody, my turn now!" She smiled maliciously at me. She continued to speak to me in that intoxicating upper -class, soft, silky voice, "Right piggy, time I taught those little saggy balls of yours a lesson. Lie down on your back with legs up over your head."

I did as ordered, hoisting my fat legs up and back over my head, fully aware that my cock and balls were now cruelly exposed.

"Get your legs further apart!" She tapped at my inner thighs with the cane as I struggled to get them as far apart as I possibly could, exposing my privates even more.

Tap, tap. Miss Jewel teased my balls even more by giving them little flicks with the cane. Then she brought the cane down straight into the middle of my ballbag. I let loose an animal cry of pain, but Miss Jewel still kept smiling down sweetly at me. Again she let fly with the cane, and I almost passed out with pain.

Miss Jewel waited until I gathered what was left of my wits together, then she sat down beside Adam. She lit another cigarette and crossed her legs. Regarding me for a second, she snapped her fingers. Without releasing myself from my awkward position I worked my body over to where she sat. I half rolled, half pulled myself over to her, all the time keeping my legs over my head and my bruised balls open to her. She waited until I was just before her feet, then again she brought the cane down with sickening force. Then again, yet another stroke! Each one centred right on my ballsack! Finally the caning stopped.

"You'll think twice before groping me again won't you, you ugly, fat piece of shit."

"Yes Miss, I won't do again. I swear Miss!"

I was openly weeping with pain now, my body trembling with agony... but also with a feeling of lust, reveling in the way I groveled to this young couple. I was aware of Miss Jewel placing an ashtray inches from my nose, then her fingers reached down and stubbed out her cigarette amongst the rest of the butts and ashes.

"Lick," was all she said. My tongue snaked out and dived into the mess of the ashtray, licking and lapping at ash and butts, glorying in my degradation. I licked and licked at the filthy ashtray as Miss Jewel and Master Adam looked down their noses at their well-disciplined slave.

A RARE GEM

by Len and David

Chapter Eight

I don't have much opportunity to read anymore, but I came across an item recently that stated that one reason that men are so fascinated with women is that they are notoriously and enchantingly unpredictable. The article also said that a principal reason for women being as changeable as they are is that it gives them more power and influence. A man doesn't know what to expect, and he doesn't know how to react to the new situation that the woman has created. This keeps him guessing and wondering and largely dependent on her. And it keeps her securely in the driver's seat.

I don't know. It seems that, with each new day, I become more confused and helpless to come to grips with myself and my marriage. I'm ready to believe anything. And it does seem to me that my wife enjoys having complete power and influence over me and that it is becoming harder and harder for me to predict how she will treat me.

That Monday evening, for example. After the most hellish weekend of my life at the hands of Jewel and her boyfriend, Adam, I dreaded going home when I left the college. I was dragging from all the work I had been forced to do in their service the past two days, and my hands and testicles were still sensitive from the caning they had given me the previous evening. And despite the way they had treated me -- or maybe because of it -- I felt uncommonly stimulated and obsessed with desire for my tempting young wife. I donut believe that I could have physically or emotionally sustained another evening of abuse and slavery, and I was hungering to make love to her like I had seen her boyfriend do the day before.

With another week to go before the summer session would begin, Jewel was on break from the Judge Institute of Management Studies at Cambridge University. I didn't have classes, either, for another week, but I was going to the college every day to try to catch up some on the work that had been neglected during this first year of our marriage. I'm ashamed to acknowledge that I had not been nearly as dedicated to my profession since I met Jewel as I always had been. The three-week break was helping to keep my nose a little above the rising water. Arriving home late that Monday afternoon, I picked up the post, undressed as usual and followed the sound of my wife's voice to the room that used to be my study. She had taken it over after we were married and had converted it into a den, sort of a private sitting room for herself. She had made me lug my books and papers and antique desk and furnishings to my garret quarters. In their place were the computer, television, sound system, and modern furniture she bought. She had gotten bright new curtains and carpeting and decorations, and she had converted the area into a femininely attractive and comfortable room, where she seemed to enjoy spending much of her time when she was home.

Jewel was curled up on the couch and speaking on the phone, her bare legs and feet tucked under her, when I rapped softly on the open door with my customary caution and respect for her privacy. Without looking up, she crooked her little finger and motioned for me to enter. I did so, placed her mail on the table, and knelt as usual to kiss her feet, which were hidden under her white shorts. Patiently, I remained there until she said, "Excuse me for a minute, Shauna. Everett just got in." I gathered that she was talking with her closest girlfriend, and I expected her to shuffle her vibrant young body to free her feet for my proper greeting.

Instead, she tilted her pretty head and puckered her lips for me to kiss her the way that I always prefer. "I'm not going out this evening," she told me while she pulled a cigarette from the pack beside her. "But before you start getting dinner, I'd like a martini." She set her cigarette between her lips, and I gave her a light from the lighter chained around my neck and picked up her lunch plate and teacup before leaving.

I could hear her laughter when I returned a minute later with her cocktail. "... so now I have to get a new shantung dress," she was telling Shauna. "That's why I'm going to London Wednesday, and I was pretty sure that you'd want to come along for a fun day in the city. We'll have a good time, and I wouldn't be surprised if we found a few other things that we'll want to buy." She took a leisurely drag from her cigarette and let the smoke trickle out past her smiling lips while I set her drink on the table beside her and went off to start to prepare dinner.

Jewel was quite pleasant while we ate, inviting me to sit at the table with her, and even complimenting me on the meal. My spirits soared, and I couldn't help but think of all the congenial meals we had had at that table over a year ago, when she was taking my course and we were meeting weekly to compensate for her frequent absences from class. It was times like this that reassured me that I had done the right thing by marrying this most provocative and loveable young woman, and I was emboldened to mention what had been on my mind the past few weeks.

'Uh ... do you know that next Saturday is our wedding anniversary, sweetheart?' I asked after I had poured tea and lit her cigarette.

Jewel took a long, hard drag and pursed her lips to blow out a tight flow of smoke. 'Of course, dummy,' she laughed. 'A woman doesn't forget her wedding anniversary. It's too important to her. Husbands are the ones who are supposed to forget things like that. I'm pleased that you remembered. But, then again, you're not like most husbands.'

I suppose that I blushed and was unable to do more than make an uncertain sound while Jewel brought her cigarette to her lips. 'That must be an indication that this has been a good year for you and that you're a happily married man,' she suggested, looking at me while she eased the smoke from the side of her mouth.

'Well ... I ... er ... I ... yes ... uh ...,' I tried to explain and lowered my eyes, finding it impossible to return her bold, confident stare. 'But I ... I was wondering if ... if, you know, if we could ... uh ... celebrate our anniversary ... I men ... like go out to dinner ... that is ... to some nice place .....?'

Jewel smiled while she flicked her cigarette ashes with the back of her thumbnail and picked up her cup. 'I've been wondering when you were going to ask me,' she said. 'Of course, I want to go out to a nice place to celebrate the occasion. Every wife wants to do that. Especially her first anniversary.

That pleased me and gave me enough courage to ask her where she would like to go.

'I'm going to have to think about that,' she answered. 'Someplace very special. Someplace elegant and romantic where you can have a few drinks, a superb meal, and a meaningful evening filled with fun and laughs and excitement. Let me give it some thought, and I'll let you know so that you can make a reservation.' That sounded fine to me, and I watched her take a final draw on her cigarette and stab it out in the ashtray.

Jewel looked at her diamond and wedding rings and twisted them fondly around her small finger. There was a girlish gleam in her eyes and a coyness in her voice when she asked, 'What are you going to give me for my anniversary?'

'Well ... er ... I ... I'm not sure yet .....', I started to answer. I was still pleasantly shocked that she was so sentimental and enthused about our anniversary.

Jewel laughed like a wife. 'Maybe I can help you out, then,' she said. 'Shauna and I are going to London this Wednesday, and I'll buy myself something as my anniversary gift from you. Probably a sexy glamorous dress and accessories to wear Saturday evening. Something that will knock your eyes out and keep you drooling all evening. How does that sound?'

'I ... I'd appreciate that,' I told her without adding that anything she wore would knock me out and get me panting.

'But you can still get me something else,' she hinted with a sly smile. 'Something that you chose yourself because it reminded you of your darling wife and because you were sure that she'd love it.'

I smiled along with her, and she emptied her tea cup before getting up. 'I want to look through my fashion mags to get some ideas on what to look for when I go to London,' she said. 'After you have finished cleaning up, come to my den.' She lowered her eyelids, and there was a naughty, seductive grin on her face that suggested that this might be the night I had been lusting for these past few weeks.

I was so excited that I kept dropping things while I cleaned up from dinner and pretty much settled on the extra anniversary gift I wanted to give Jewel. Something that reminded me of her and that I was sure she would love, she had suggested. That seemed like an apt description of the silver cigarette holder and lighter with tiny rubies that matched the cigarette case I had given her for her birthday. The holder was a tasteful six inches long, I recalled, with a fine elegant line, and the lighter was delicately feminine. They were expensive, but I had confirmed that they were still available at the jeweler's shop. And I could visualise her manipulating that holder between her glamorously manicured fingers at our anniversary celebration ... and cuddling that lighter in her small dainty hands. I decided to go to the bank the next day to withdraw more money from my dwindling savings account to buy them for her.

My heart was racing and I could feel the familiar anticipation in my stomach by the time I finished tidying up the kitchen and paddled off toward the den. Everything was looking up. Jewel was being as femininely sweet as I remembered her from nearly two years earlier. She was as excited about our anniversary as I was. And, to top off my good fortune, this appeared to be one of those evenings that made me indescribably happy and grateful that I was her husband.

There hadn't been many evenings like this during our first year as man and wife.

Although she constantly demonstrated her regard and affection for me in other ways, Jewel didn't seem to be very interested in our engaging in physical love together. It just didn't seem to be something that she thought about, and, of course, I was reluctant to raise the issue. In fact, Jewel had decided early on that it would be best if I had my own sleeping quarters in the garret.

But about once-a-month or so, she would permit me to practice my so-called husbandly rights. I'm not sure if that was because she felt especially hot and steamy and couldn't resist me at that time ... or if she loved and cared enough for me to want to make me happy ... or, I'd hate to think, because she had concluded that she had to throw me an occasional bone to maintain my desperate desire for her and my helpless passion to try to please her. Whatever her motives, I was eager to do anything for the unique thrill of accessing her luscious femininity every so often. Maybe even more so that evening after observing her making love with such animation with her boyfriend the day before.

Jewel was sitting in a chair and looking at fashion photos when I entered the den, trying as hard as I could to contain my excitement and be cool and suave and masculinely appealing. She put down the mag and smiled in her distinctively inviting way. 'Does darling hubby feel like showing little wifey how much he loves her and wants her tonight?' she asked in a girlish, teasing tone.

I felt the empty pang in my gut and the stirring in my groin. 'Y..yes ... yes ... always ... all the time ... ' I stammered hopefully.

Jewel extended and wagged her little finger for me to approach her. 'Then, why don't you ask your lovable little wifey if you can fuck her?' she said and cupped my sore testicles in her small hand and ran a long fingernail the length of my hardening pecker.

'M..may I ... uh ... make love to you tonight, sweetheart?' I pleaded, finding it impossible to vulgarise my affection for her. 'I mean, I love you so much, Jewel ......'

She gave a pleased, wifely look. 'Oooh, that sounds so good,' she purred and rubbed my tool some more. 'A wife never tires of hearing that.' She smiled as only she can and added, 'Of course, you can make love to me, stallion. You're my husband. Take off my top and shorts.'

My wife stood up, and I fumbled frantically until I had unbuttoned her top and slid her shorts to the floor. She stepped out of them and took my hand to lead me to the couch.

As she usually does at times like this, Jewel piled a few pillows to rest her head on before lying down on her back and spreading her sensational long legs. She gave me a naughty seductive smile and pointed a small finger to the space between her legs. "Come on, show little wifey how adorable and irresistible you think she is," she said.

That was when I lost my cool. Kneeling between my wife's legs, I got a bird's eye view of her majestic, overpowering body a few inches away. I could see her full young breasts rising in perfect symmetry like two scrumptious, exquisitely sculpted mounds of ice cream with prominent red cherries set alluringly at the peaks. I could see the sleek lines of her smooth, tanned, curvaceous womanly figure. And I couldn't miss the blond-framed entrance into her inviting femininity. I felt myself breathing harder and becoming erect.

Jewel and I kissed for a minute or two before she nudged my head gently down to one of her breasts and slid a cigarette from the pack on the table beside her. Using the lighter chained around my neck to light her cigarette, she exhaled toward the ceiling, and twirled the chain to flip the lighter safely onto my back. I clasped her breast with my hands and lowered my lips to the nipple while she picked up her mail.

My wife generally likes to read or watch TV while we make love, but that evening she seemed to prefer to get at the mail she hadn't opened yet. So she opened envelopes, read some of the contents, and tossed nearly everything on the floor while I indulged myself deliriously on her savory breasts and tummy and loins and became increasingly rigid and frantic. Unable to restrain myself any longer, I was about to slide my pecker past her succulent swollen pussy lips when she opened the last envelope.

I was using all the control I possessed to prolong our lovemaking and give both of us all the stimulation and pleasure we wanted when I noted that Jewel seemed particularly engrossed in the letter she was reading. I inched my throbbing tool inside her as slowly as my enflamed masculinity would allow and saw her raise her head and shoulders from the pillows to get herself another cigarette. She set it between her lips and bent forward to reach for the lighter on my back. She lit her cigarette and left it dangling between her lips while she picked up the phone receiver and started to push buttons.

My dink was totally immersed in my wife's smooth, silken spacious pussy, and I was fighting the urge to ejaculate when I heard her say, 'Hi, Shauna. It's me again. I hope I'm not interrupting anything important.' She tightened her lips around her cigarette and drew slowly before removing it and letting the smoke trickle from her nostrils while she listened to her friend.

'No, not much going on here, either,' I heard her say and saw her poise her cigarette in her familiar up-and-down manner. 'But I don't mind a quiet, relaxing evening after a weekend like we had. Listen, I'd like to suggest a change of plans for London.'

She drew absently on her cigarette and listened. 'No, I'm not canceling out,' she laughed. 'Quite the opposite. I'd like to propose that we extend our excursion. Saturday is my anniversary, you know, and Everett wants me to buy myself something special to wear for our celebration that night. The dear! So, I'd like to spend more time shopping. More than we can do in one day.'

Jewel laughed some more and tapped her ashes. 'No, one more day should be enough,' she said. 'So, how would it grab you if we stayed overnight in London Wednesday? Some nice hotel, of course. And we could have a yummy dinner and go to a club or someplace for a fun evening. Make a mini-holiday out of it. And the treat will be on me. All part of my generous husband's anniversary gift to his lovely young wife.'

She brought her cigarette to her lips and seemed pleased while I struggled to hold back my overpowering passion. 'Goody! I'm glad you can,' she squealed. 'We'll leave Wednesday morning and come back whenever on Thursday.'

Jewel took a quick, excited puff on her cigarette before going on. 'And there's another reason why I called,' she said. 'Remember Klaus, that gorgeous German hunk that I told you about? The doll I shacked up with for two weeks on my honeymoon cruise?' She idly tapped her ashes and smiled some more while I panted and felt the last bits of control abandoning me.

'That's the one!' my wife gushed. 'What a dreamboat! And I swear, Shauna, his cock never went down. I think we fucked seven times one day! And I loved every one of them!' She laughed and squirmed a bit, and I thought I felt some wetness in her pussy.

'Well, as you might guess, I've thought a lot about him this past year, and I've often wished that he was around so that we could spend some time together and reenact our honeymoon romance and our fucking marathons. In fact, I was thinking about him today, with my anniversary getting close and everything.

'So, I was just going through my mail a few minutes ago, and what delicious little surprise do you suppose I found?' She drew again on her cigarette while she listened to Shauna and I erupted inside her.

'Right!' she said, the smoke shooting from her mouth. 'And he wrote ... oh, hell, let me read it to you. It's not very long.'

Jewel crushed out her cigarette and picked up the letter. 'My dearest Jewel,' she began, 'I have thought often about you this past year while completing my studies at the Institute of Naval Architecture and Marine Engineering in Berlin.

Every day, in fact, because you are the most delightful and captivating and unforgettable woman I have known. I donut think that I have gone to bed once this past year without thinking of you and wishing that you were with me. It has been a long year!

'Yes, a whole year since we spent your honeymoon together on that once-in-a-lifetime Mediterranean cruise. That has been the highlight of my life, and, as we agreed when it came to its inevitable but unfortunate end, we would want to relive those heavenly two weeks as soon as we could.

'I fervently wish that we could do that this summer, but I do have two more months of study before I go to work and get tied down earning some money. However, there is another possibility that may be feasible for us. An important naval architecture seminar will take place at the University of Newcastle in Newcastle upon Tyne from August 14 to 18, and I shall be attending as a graduate student. I will be staying at the Chasley Hotel and will have to attend some sessions during the day, but I will be free during the evenings. I will also be able to extend my stay through the weekend of the 19th and 20th.

'That is as close as I will be to you for some time, and I can think of nothing that would pleasure me more than to spend that week with you! Is it possible? Can you travel there to be with me for that time? Either alone, or you could even take your husband with you if you wished. I will have a good-size two-bed room. So, any way that you can come! I only want to be with you during this best opportunity that we will have to be together in the near future. PLEASE SAY YES AND MAKE ME THE HAPPIEST MAN ON THE CONTINENT!

'I hope that this has been a happy and successful year for you as you started your graduate studies in business management and launched your marriage. Your husband has to be the most fortunate man alive! Please write or email me at either address above and update me on what has happened to you. And, may I dare hope, please tell me that you will come to Newcastle and spoil me again for any other woman. Your most ardent admirer, Klaus Werner'

I was breathing hard from my exertions and reluctantly withdrawing my limp dink from my wife's pussy when I heard her purr in her dreamy voice, 'Of course, I'm going! Nothing could keep me away from that darling hunk of masculinity!' She gave a little happy giggle and added, 'And the timing couldn't be any better. Summer session will have finished, and Adam is going to be away that week. He's going to a Motorcycle Rally in Holland with some of his buddies. August 12 to 19, as I recall. So, it's perfect! I won't feel unfaithful and guilty about leaving him high and dry, and we'll both have a fun week.

'We'll talk more about it when we go to London, but I was so excited that I just had to let you know. Now, I won't hold you up any longer. I'm glad you can stay overnight. Get some rest because we'll have a pretty full couple of days. I'll see you Wednesday. Ta ta.' She laughed and hung up.

Jewel closed her eyes and smiled for a minute as if she was thinking of something pleasant before she pulled out another cigarette. She stretched for the lighter on my back and lit up. Noticing me lying exhausted on her body, my hands on her firm, fleshy thighs and my head between her comforting breasts while I tried to regain my breath, she asked, 'Have you come yet?'

'Uh ... yes ... yes ... thank you, honey,' I panted and looked up gratefully at her.

Jewel pulled hard on her cigarette, pursed her puffy lips, and blew a long flow of smoke over my head. 'Have you ever been to Newcastle?' she asked.

[submissive_male4u]

schiavozero,

Glad to see that you are online... i tried to send you emails several times... to you schiavozero email account, but didn't receive any reply. are you well recently?

[macrina]

Thank you for the great story.

[indian_slaveboy]

Exactly what I was looking for. Many thanks :) . Is there a way we can change the title of this thread so that people looking for this story can find it?