Re: In praise of Emily

I am SO pissed off with Emily and with good reason. Whilst Duncan is probably clean, he is hardly a lothario, it is part of the code that you only ride bare back when you are very sure of a partner. Duncan in my view has not quite made that grade. A health check was required first, and for several good reasons. First off James licks Madam’s pussy to order, second I fuck the lady and third I also fuck Mags. An infection can spread. I spend the day fuming, hardly concentrating on my business. I am going to call Emily and speak my mind on this matter. She is only going to get my meat in latex, that is until she has run the checks. I am not giving up fucking Mags bareback, so this precaution is non negotiable. When i ring i get James on he phone. They’re fresh back from Duncan’s place.

‘So how did it go my friend?’
‘Honest Jezz, after a while it was dirty…it was amazing. I can’t describe the buzz!’
‘You sound really hyped up on it man. You’d better spill those beans.’
‘Well, my mistress drove me over to Duncan’s its a big six bedroom place out on the edge of the park. It has these high walls and electronic gates. It was really big.’
‘The man makes a buck or two’
‘Well, it must be a few bucks, he has the place so well furnished. Emily led the way in and Duncan grunted something about bringing her mongrel. I did well Jezz, I ignored that. He led the way through to the kitchen which was huge as well and the cleaner had set out all the glasses for their cocktail party. I just had to work my way through it all whilst Duncan showed my mistress the house. As she is to be hostess for the evening she had to know it well.’
‘You set too with the cleaning cloth?’
‘Well, I started, but Emily said that I was using a dirty cloth. Honest it wasn’t dirty Jezz, it was one left there by the cleaner for me. I started to clean one of the glasses to show it was fine and there was this tiny smear down the side. The cook must have used it to pick a dish out of the oven and i hadn’t seen it. I started to say something about the wrong cloth having been left there and Duncan told me that i was not to contradict my mistress.’
‘So what happened?’
‘He cuffed me….he cuffed me about the ear. I was caught off guard and fell against the kitchen island. Two of the glasses fell and broke.’
‘Fucking hell man…that was clumsy.’
‘It wasn’t my fault. But my mistress just smiled. She said to Duncan, ‘discipline him. He’s used to it. I do it all the time’. Duncan wasn’t sure what she meant. So she showed him, she beckoned me to her outstretched hand and I started to kiss it as is our way, and then my mistress slapped me across the face. It really stung.’

[Confession time-I have never seen Emily discipline James-not physically I mean. Its a sharp reminder that all women have hidden depths and the hotwife most of all. Emily’s depth centres on humiliation and just a little cruelty.]

‘So what happened then man?’
‘My mistress said that I had to apologise to Duncan, with my head bowed and then get on with my chores. I did as she said and Duncan laughed. He said, ‘shit…that was fucking hot. Do you slap him a bit then?’ My mistress said only when i fucked up. She used those words.’
‘Go on- so how did it go then?’
‘Well I was left to clean and my mistress kissed Duncan. He wasn’t comfortable with that in front of me, but I sensed that she wanted to make a point. She is the ultimate bitch and i really do never compete. After that they went upstairs and I could hear Duncan showing her rooms and explaining what each contained. After that, Duncan took my mistress to his bed.’
‘You enjoyed that yeah?’
‘Yes…well yes, I did.’
‘He was fucking her a while yeah?’
‘I guess it was an hour or more. I could hear these noises from upstairs.’
‘Frustrating when you can’t watch, yes?’
‘It was…but I rushed through the glasses and I stood on the stair way so that I could listen.’
‘Shit man…if the glasses weren’t clean you would take another cuffing!’
‘I know…but honest I needed this. My cock was a knot in the cage. I thought it would burst. I was so fucking tight.’
‘They make music?’
‘Not like you and my mistress do…it wasn’t pounding sex. It was well…’
‘Intimate?’
‘Yes, intimate. They kept talking and kissing, talking and kissing some more. ‘
‘What were they saying?’
‘My mistress said she liked the way Duncan had cuffed me. She liked the roughness of it. He said he was going to make her his woman. She was going to meet more friends and they would be an item. Then she said she needed him to fuck her, she wanted it so much.’
‘Did he make the bed springs work?’
‘Yes…he sounded as though he was boring her out. There were all these groans and moans and then he said he was going to make her such a little bitch.’

James is almost breathless. But he still remembers to ask. Do I want to speak to his mistress? No….not now. Emily and i can discuss sheaths later. For now I am thrilled with this progress. Social….casual fucking…is on its way. To my surprise, and delight, James has taken to this like a duck to water.