A clearer understanding

I watched the two disappear from view on the big screen, and watched them pop into view on the smaller living room monitor. I switched the living room view back to the central screen, listening in on their conversation. Brad picked up the phone on the end table and asked Nicole for her home phone number. Brad dialed the number as she gave it to him, holding off punching the last digit. Nicole looked nervous and scared, wondering what Brad was up to. “I want you to tell your husband that you’re fine, and not to worry,” Brad ordered. “Tell him I’ll bring you home when I’m through with you.” Brad punched the last digit and held the phone to Nicole’s ear. I could see tears forming in her eyes as she began to realize her fate.

I was jerked back to reality by a ringing phone in the studio. I looked at the phone and wondered if I should pick it up. Then I wondered if Brad had dialed his own number, instead of my home number. I reached for the receiver and picked it up. “Hello?”

“Hi honey,” a nervous and shaking female voice crackled on the other end.

It was Nicole! Damn, Brad was being really clever. I played right into it. “Hey babe! Where are you? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Nicole lied. “I just didn’t want you to worry about me. I’ll be home later on, okay?” I told her that as long as she was okay, I’d be fine. She cried into the phone, “I love you.”

I almost felt my heart sink into my stomach, especially having just fucked the hell out of that wonderful red-head. I glanced towards the monitor scanning the room where I had fucked the lovely lass and was in utter shock when I saw her shackled to the wall, her arms spread out above her head, and her legs spread equally wide below her. I don’t know how she managed to do it by herself, but she did. She also put on a ball gag strap around her head. She was completely helpless to anyone that came into the room. My cock was stirring once again, imagining the limitless possibilities.

“Don’t cry, you teasing cock whore,” Brad snapped, bringing my attention back to the big screen. “What did he say?”

Nicole whimpered under his power, “He … he said … he’d … he was okay if I was okay.” Nicole hung her head down in shame and humiliation, knowing that she’d gotten herself into a lot of trouble.

“He’s okay then?” Brad circled around the living room inspecting Nicole again, carefully eying every naked inch of flesh. “Hmmph,” Brad snapped rather sarcastically. He snatched the videocassette from next to the phone and waved it in front of Nicole’s face. “I don’t think he’d be okay if he saw his wife, begging to suck some strange trucker’s cock.”

What? Is that why they were delayed? She was sucking dick on some strange trucker. I suddenly recalled passing a truck that was pulled off the side of the road on the way over here.

“No, please …” Nicole rasped, tears now visibly running down her face. “Don’t,” she pleaded.

“No,” Brad continued tormenting Nicole. “I don’t think he’d like to know that his wife let herself be videotaped sucking the trucker’s cock down her throat. Nor that she rode with the trucker to the truck stop, with her tits pressed against the passenger window for everyone to see. No I don’t think he’d like that. Do you think he’d like to know that his wife sucked eight more cocks at the truck stop, and let their slimy pricks blow their nuts all over your body?”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My little Nicole had become a wanton slut since the porn store incident. That explained why she looked so disheveled and messy. For some odd reason though, I was not upset. I was actually getting increasingly horny thinking about it. I wanted to see the video!

“Please … enough,” Nicole wailed, “no more.”

“Very well then,” Brad relented. “You agree then, that you need to be disciplined for your behavior, and that you need to be educated on how to appropriately please your Master?”

Still sobbing, Nicole whimpered that she agreed. “Yes.”

Brad gripped her chin tightly and pulled up, forcing her to look into his eyes. “Two things you must learn immediately. One: you will always say ‘yes … MASTER.’ Two: you will always look me in the eyes when you are talking to me. Do you understand?”

Brad was still holding her chin tightly as Nicole slowly uttered, “Yes, Master,” looking into his captivating eyes as she did so.

“Excellent,” Brad replied. He started marching Nicole towards the steps to the second floor, “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he announced.