Tell Me What You Want Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Tell Me What You Want Ch. 02

... to bear. Bea, who he thought of as his confidante, the woman he could tell everything to, had signed his slave contract. Her words while he was kneeling on the floor brought the reality home to him: she was part of all this.

Bea had known about the contract, about being a witness. She'd arrived at his house dressed for a night on the town to celebrate her best friend's enslavement of her husband. He flashed back to the break room, less than eight hours ago, sitting next to her and chatting like they always did. She'd appeared so normal, no different, and yet she would have known that Hector was going to be turned into a slave that night. She had shown no sign of it.

Worse, it meant that Lotte had been sharing their little games, the tentative steps towards a female-led relationship. Even as Hector had commiserated with Bea on the breakup of her marriage, or the rough patches afterwards, Lotte had been telling her about her gradual subjugation of her husband. How would those conversations have gone, Hector wondered, one woman talking about her plans to dominate her husband while the other was coming to terms with losing hers?

Hector felt the anger cutting through everything else and was surprised by it. He hadn't expected to feel that. Lotte hadn't lied to him, because he'd never asked the question. He shouldn't have needed to ask whether she was keeping the things they did private, but it was clear now that she hadn't been. He began to wonder about Bea too, ...

... disappointed that she hadn't said anything even though they talked at work every day. Both women had kept all this from him.

There was another reason for his anger, though, and it was much more difficult to come to terms with. Bea had sided with Lotte, and it felt like a betrayal. Beyond the unbearable humiliation of having to suffer that shocked look on Bea's face just now, Lotte letting Bea see him as a slave when he'd spent his entire relationship with her cherishing their ability to speak as equals, was the realisation that he'd lost his friend. After this, there would be no more casual chats, no more sharing of private things. Bea was on the other side now, she was with Lotte, a free woman able to do what she wanted, able to decide about her own life. Hector was simply a slave.

The question of whether this was just a fantasy, whether he could just rip the damn contract up right now, get tools from the garden shed and cut off his collar, was academic. Lotte had turned it into reality, but not by signing the contract with him. She'd done it by introducing Bea into their secret, making it real.

Bea would always know that Hector was his wife's slave. Even if somehow Lotte chose to step back from the full twenty-four seven lifestyle, Bea would always look at him and know that he allowed himself to be reduced to his wife's helpless plaything. The change was as permanent as any brand on his skin. Another person would always look at him and see the word 'slave'.

Hector began ...