Club of Smoke and Mirrors

8. Sean

I sit down at my desk, bright and early on Monday, Tammy dropping me off as she heads to the station in high spirits, we both are, this morning, this weekend was just what we both needed, lazing around yesterday and making love without a care in the world.  Even though I try to forget and be care free, I can't ever be, not entirely. 

Frankie: I do hope you had a pleasant weekend.  See you tomorrow, 1800 don't be late

The same words as always, except with the added dig about my weekend.  I don't bother replying, I slide the old phone back in the draw, I've got the memo loud and clear, like always. 

I haven't been home early on a Tuesday night for two years and it takes me days before I can touch Tammy again.  On the odd occasion she's begged me for it on the same night, I've had to fake illnesses and god knows what else.  I'm a bastard for what I'm doing but I'm not sick enough to touch her straight away.

You see, two years ago when my blackmailer revealed themselves to me, I was confused, angry, and a million other feelings all jumbled in to one.  She wasn't happy that I'd taken away her legacy, her as Heir to the hotel and spa chain we'd just purchased.  I'd had trouble with her right the way through the acquisition, threatening emails to me and her father, and stomping in to my building threatening me with all sorts of drama.  In the end, the police were involved and Bob Franklin put his daughter back in her place, but oh boy, did she tell me I'd regret taking it away from her.  And didn't she deliver on that promise. 

She'd set up the whole thing in that suite, providing the drugs and taking photos from the exact right position to ensure maximum damage to my girl and her best friend and ensuring she owned my ass because of it, how we didn't all pass out instantly I don't know, although I have a feeling we did.  In some of the pictures the girls eyes aren't open, it would have been fairly easy to move them in to a position that she intended.  It sickens me to this day, two years on. 

Lei Mae. Master Cole's submissive. I laughed harder than ever on that first day, when she told me what she wanted. She'd seen my cock, it was her in the photo in that suite sat between my legs, and she wanted to swap out her former Dom for a new one, that Dom being me, the man that she had enough dirt on to ruin my life and those that I love, and a big cock that she obsesses over.

I'd thought long and hard about what she'd said, and when I came to terms with it happening, I knew I had no choice but I couldn't get passed the thought of passing any sexual deceases on to my wife. I very nearly ended things with her, I would have rather walked around with my heart ripped out of my chest then do what I was doing and put her at risk. Of course I wasn't allowed to do that, no, Frankie, needed the maximum amount of betrayal for her to get off, along with my huge cock.

When I thought about the Dom and Sub dynamic and how it could work for me, I realised that I could control everything, although outside of it, she controlled the when and where and spoke to me like shit, but inside of it, I did. She had no say whatsoever in what happened between us. I didn't have to kiss her or lick her pussy, and I could make sure that every inch of my cock was covered in rubber. It made it easier knowing I wouldn't be putting Tam at risk if I had to do this.

She bought the apartment, told me the times and my only job was to turn up and dominate her. She'd leave out the toys and apparatus she wanted me to use on her for that night and I'd show up half heartedly and use them. Only, over time I realised the better job I did, the less she needed to see me. So it became my only goal walking in to that apartment on a Tuesday, to ensure that I destroyed her pussy enough that she would leave me alone until the following week. It's sick, but it was and is a means to an end for me.

She of course provided me with evidence of our first meeting, so there was no going back, I was in deeper than ever, but I expected as much from her. Now she tells me I'm the greatest Dom she's ever had as she comes over my cock on that one evening each week. I found out pretty quickly that I hated seeing her face, I struggled keeping it up, no matter how pretty she thinks she is, so now she's instructed to wear a hood when I join her, and I provide a bit or a mouth gag so I can't see or hear the fucking cunt as the master dominates his submissive.

I know exactly what Lei Mai likes, I've been her Dom for a long time now, she doesn't give up orgasms easily, and as her Dom I have to punish her for holding out, I have to dominate her in to submission until she's a steaming pile of screaming skin and bones on the floor, spent and firmly in her subspace.

Although she has no say whatsoever in what happens during those evenings. We agreed some limits and guidelines before hand. The only request she had, was no blood, which made me shudder in repulsion, and she likes to be cleaned up and cared for afterwards, and once I've done what's required, I'm able to leave. That's how she likes to be dominated, hard and depraved and then cared for as she falls asleep. 

I've never read up or spent a second of my time, researching anything on BDSM. It all comes naturally when you hate someone as much as I do her for doing this to me. So of course, it's a double edged sword when it comes to de-filling her and not enjoying it too much. I have to remind myself that it's all an act. On the odd occasion I've even thought about pushing her out of the window, as I thrust in to her. Again, I have to remember it's an act, she isn't worth me being sent to prison for murder, although sometimes I feel like I would happily send myself down if it meant Tam was safe and I could free myself of her.

I've learned to separate it entirely from my life now. As soon as I walk through the revolving doors of that apartment block, I'm an actor performing a great scene, and as soon as I walk out I'm back to being Sean Cole, CEO of Cole Holding's and the loving husband of Tammy Cole. It's the only way I could survive doing it, without it tearing me to shreds with guilt. 

Only now, she has access to some of my services in the club that she's inserted herself in to with more bribes, but, little does she know this Dom, won't fuck her anywhere other than the apartment, that's not spilling out in to my company or anywhere that it could be perceived that I step out on my wife.  She thinks this is her show, the Wang's too, even though I don't know the relationship between the three of them I have a feeling I'm going to at some point very soon.