“Find me at lunch, in the break room, K?” she whispered, then was gone again heading to her own desk.
Feeling much relieved on one hand, on the other, I was now anxious in a new way. Throughout the day, I glanced over at Kathy’s desk. A few times, I caught her looking my way too. She would smile, making those brilliant blue eyes sparkle, then turn back to her work. It seemed to take forever for the clock to circle around to noon.
When lunchtime finally came, I practically bolted out of my chair toward the break room. Kathy was already there, sitting at the far corner table. She’d moved her chair so her back was to the wall, and pulled another chair situated beside her. Seeing me enter she excitedly waved me over, and patted the seat of the chair beside her.
“What’s up?” I asked, trying desperately to sound casual.
She looked around the room again to make sure we were alone, and whispered to me, “Check it out, I’ve done some shopping.” She turned her phone screen toward me, on the screen was a photo of several items laid out on a bed.
“Ho-ly shit.” I sucked in a breath. The picture showed a large wooden spanking paddle with several holes drilled through, a shiny chrome male chastity cage, a wide anal plug with what I thought might be a skull and crossbones stopper, I bright red rubber ball-gag, and two pairs of thick leather restraint cuffs, each pair connected with about 6-8 inches of chain. It was everything we’d discussed to make her fantasy punishment come true. “I, ah, I… oh wow,” I zoomed in and scrolled around the picture to see the finer details. “I really thought you were just blowing off steam. I didn’t think you were serious!”
“So…” she put the phone face down on the table, and sadly asked “you won’t do this with me?”
“ME?” I nearly shouted
“Shhhh!”
Catching myself, I tried to remember the events of Friday night. We’d discussed every detail, but whenever we talked about the guy that she would bring to this little party, no names we ever mentioned. Certainly not mine. “Sorry, sorry.” I whispered back. “You just caught me off-guard.”
“Who did you think I wanted to do this with me?” She asked earnestly. “I thought you were on board. Do you not want to help me?”
“Of course I want to. My god do I want to.” Punctuating this statement with a lustful look at her tiny, tight body in the light cotton sundress.
She caught my look, leaned in very close and breathed sensually, “Can I count on you to help me punish my pig-fuck of a cheating husband?”
“Yes. Absolutely you can.” I said, while thinking ‘what the hell have I gotten myself into?’
“Great!” Kathy gave me another peck on the cheek, lingering just a bit longer this time. “It’s going to happen Friday night. Can you hang for a bit after work tonight to go over the details?”
“Sure thing. I’ll come back here after my shift and wait for you.”
“Thank you so much!” She put her hand on my thigh. “This really means the world to me.” Then she was up and out the door. I, on the other hand, had to wait a few minutes before I could stand and walk out the door without a noticeable bulge in my beige Dockers.
I made it through the rest of my shift only fixating on the situation a hundred or so times. Sitting back in the break room afterward to wait for her. I scrolled social media on my phone not really seeing any of the images in front of me. Just flipping from one to the next without ever taking my mind off Kathy and her plans.
She finally arrived after her shift, swinging into the room with a light airy breeze. “Hey there!” She came closer, “You want to go over to Mickey’s and have a drink, shouldn’t be too busy on a Monday.” She hooked her thumb in the general direction of one of the bars down the road that was not a favorite haunt for most of our coworkers. “My treat!” She gave a smirk and added, “No wine, I promise.”
“Ugh. It’s going to be a while before I want a glass of wine again.” Laughing, “Okay, meet you at Mickey’s.”
She must have parked much closer to the entrance of our office than I, because when I stepped into Mickey’s Bar she was already seated at a booth in the corner, waving me over as I entered. Just as I reached the table, the server was also there, dropping off a pair of pint glasses, and walking away again without a word.
“I got us IPAs, I remember you said you like those, right?” She lifted one glass while gesturing toward the other with her free hand.
I picked up my glass, and gently clicked it against hers as I slid into the booth. Taking a sip, I said, “Thanks for the beer… now… what the fuck?”
She laughed loudly then took a sip from her cup, her face puckering into that face that people who don’t drink IPAs make when they sample one. “Yeah, yeah, I guess that’s a valid question.” She took another sip, tempering her reaction to the bitter liquid this time.
I took another sip myself and watched her. After a moment she met my eyes. “It’s okay, you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. I just want to make sure you’re good.”
“So…” she started, then took another sip, longer this time, then exhaled loudly through her nose. “Yeah, all the time we were talking about this stuff, I thought it was just make-believe, fantasy stuff, or whatever.” She took another pull, no face this time. “Then I got home on Saturday.” With this her face darkened and I saw some of the simmering rage coming to the surface again.
I reached a hand partway across the table palm up for support, but I didn’t say anything.
Taking one hand off her beer and placing it in mine, she continued. “I got home, and pig-fuck started fuckin’ laying into me! He had the goddamn nerve to accuse ME of cheating on HIM!” She caught herself getting loud again, took a sip and started again, more quietly. “We argued for a while… and I told him what I had seen.”
“Oh shit.” I said, almost involuntarily.
“Yeah. Oh shit.” She had seen the server heading our direction, so she tilted her drink back and swallowed the remainder of the first pint in a few quick gulps. “Two more, Please.” To the server handing him the empty.
In some perverse form of solidarity, I chugged my almost full pint and handed the server my empty glass as well. He took the glasses wordlessly and walked back toward the bar.
“Where was I?” Finally starting to feel the effects of the quick drinks.
“Uh, pig-fuck. You told him the jig was up.” I offered.
“Yes!” She pointed in the air and wagged her finger. “Yes, well that shut him up pretty quick, but I was just still so angry. He started apologizing, and begging, and promising that it would never happen again, and blah blah blah…” she trailed off.
I prompted; “So you decided to go through with the ‘plans’ we had talked about?”
She squeezed my hand, “Right. Yeah. So, the thing with that was… at one point in his rambling bullshit, he said, and I quote, ‘What can I do to make this up to you, I’ll do ANYTHING’.” She looked at me, and I could swear her eyes twinkled with mischievous intent. “So I said, anything anything? Anything at all?”
“Oh, shit.” I repeated.
“Right!” She exclaimed.
“Did you lay out the whole thing? Detail by detail?” It was unfathomable to me.
“Oh, God no!” She laughed. “What good would it do if it’s not at least somewhat of a surprise?”
“So he has NO clue what you have planned for him?”
Kathy sighed, “I wouldn’t say NO clue… but he doesn’t have all the details.”
“What does he know?”
“I told him that since I had to see him fuck another woman, that he would have to watch me fuck another man.” This came out just as the server returned with our second round. If he’d heard the conversation, he made no indication, just dropping off the drinks and retreating to the bar again. Waiting until the server was far enough away, she continued. “And I mentioned that wouldn’t be the only punishment.” She took a long sip from the new pint in front of her.
“He just… agreed?” I took a big drink from my own beer.
“Not at first. He tried to spin it around, and get out of responsibility for his fuck up, but I just told him; either you let me punish you the way I see fit, or I leave. End of story. Eventually we came to an agreement.”
“Which was… what exactly?”
She grinned widely, and said “The agreement is this; starting from this Friday night when I get home from work and running for 24 hours… I OWN his pig-fucking ass!” She looked to me for a response, biting her bottom lip.
“Wow. Does he have any clue at all what you have planned?” I asked.
“He knows that another man will be involved.” She winked, and added conspiratorially; “That’s you!” She took another drink, bringing her second pint down past the halfway point. “He also knows that I’m going to go out of my way to make it completely suck for him. I know I made that part clear.”
“Right, right… but the things we talked about, that’s more than just ‘completely sucking’.” I shook my head at the thought of some of the humiliating, degrading things we’d talk about. “He’s agreed to all that?”
“I gave him a safe word.” She said simply, taking another drink. “He knows that he can stop everything, anytime he can’t handle it. However, he also knows that if he invokes that, I’m gone. For good.”
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