Chapter 3
I suppose you balled my wife to her satisfaction," Harold Century remarked to Mike Ferrizo while Donna was out of hearing range. "Did you like it?"
"Hey man, this was your idea, not mine," Mike snapped. "To begin with, I haven't balled her, yet. I've frustrated her, which is what I wanted to do. I'm changing the dominance bit so that she's getting a taste of what it's like to be a slave. Now you either let me do things my way, or we'll forget the whole deal."
"No, no, no!" Harold insisted, seeing how jumpy and nervous his wife looked as she examined the woven wood shade samples. "I started this thing, but I just want to make sure the bitch is tamed enough for me to take over when the time comes."
"Don't worry," Mike assured him. "She'll be your love slave after this. She'll do anything you want. But it's gonna take time. This isn't something that can be done in an hour or even a day. That zoftic woman has to be broken down once and for all. Hell! You're paying me five Gs. Let me do it my way."
"Fine," Harold nodded. "What's the next step?"
'They were standing near the counter, Mike on one side and Harold on the other. Mike leaned across the counter and said, "Take her out shopping for curtains or something. She'll make the next move. Just follow her lead for now. I guarantee that in the long run she'll be the one who'll suffer the most and appreciate you all the more. Don't worry about her trying to pick up some other guy, either. She's all mine, for now. I'll have everything straightened out to your satisfaction.
So Harold took his wife out to his new Cadillac Seville with the imitation Daimler rear and the two of them went shopping elsewhere, not too far away from Custom Builders. Donna was a walking volcano, feeling the lava bubbling inside her. She knew if she didn't get some kind of satisfaction shortly, she would simply blow up. Harold would never be enough to satisfy her. After having seen the length and breadth of Mike's cock, Donna knew she would not settle for her husband's right now. True, she would have to let the man fuck her in the future, but after she discovered the joys and delights of having her pussy stretched by the thick python attached to Mike Ferrizo.
She took some half-hearted look at draperies, then went to a chair store where she looked at expensive reclining chairs, and finally she allowed her husband to take her to a furrier where she "permitted" him to buy her a silver mink cape.
"I want to go back to Custom Builders," she told him. "I still have those windows on my mind."
"It's almost closing time," Harold told her. Then, falling in with the ploy, he said, "Look, I have to get back home and call the business to make certain things are going smoothly. I'll drop you at the store and you can grab a cab home."
Donna knew to simply agree would mean she would possibly make her husband suspicious. So she snapped, "Always the inconsiderate one, aren't you, Harold."
"My business is what keeps us in all this wonderful money," he replied. "If you had allowed me to take you shopping on Saturday everything would be fine. But no! You had to come today. Look, either you come straight home, or if I take you back to Custom Builders you grab a cab."
"Thanks for nothing," she bit at him, her body almost ready to self-immolate. "All right, I'll take a cab. Just take me back to the store."
Harold drove her back to Custom Builders and then drove off. Donna hurried inside and saw Mike busy with two other customers. She was ready to explode she was so anxious to be fucked. God! She hoped he would get rid of the customers and attend to her. But Mike was a fastidious salesman, and he took his time with each of the two customers, giving them both the attention they deserved, and as a result making two large sales. When they left, he locked the door after them, put up the "CLOSED" sign, then said, "You're an impatient bitch, Donna. You have to be taught a lesson."
"I hope it's the kind of lesson I'll appreciate," she replied, hoping he would catch the double entendre.
"Oh you'll appreciate it," he nodded. "But you have to learn once and for all that I'm boss when it comes to fucking."
"What's that?" she asked, seeing him take a flat vinyl slat from behind the counter. She noticed it had holes in it, but it was too thick to actually bend.
'This," Mike smiled, is a paddle. I'm gonna use it on that ass of yours so you don't ever forget. Now get that lovely ass up into the attic. The faster I beat it, the faster I fuck you.