# New Spartan Empire

Author: Leonidas
Tags: Adventure, Bisexual, Bondage, Character Development, Crossdressing, Domination/Submission, Drama, Fighting, Humiliation, Modern

I suppose I'm like every other man in America, I work  
each day go home get mediocre sex from a wife who has  
gotten as fat and lazy as I have and sweat about the  
mortgague and the car payments. I work as an  
electrician in a non union shop (means I do the same  
job for less money)and one day I grabbed a live wire  
and damn near killed myself. I wake up in the  
hospital with just a few electrical burns but mostly  
none the worse for wear. Discharged that same day  
(why would you want to keep me there I dont have  
insurance) I get dropped off back home in time to hear  
my wife complaining to her mother that I hadn't mowed  
the lawn in a week. I look over at the sink full of  
three days of unwashed dishes and settle myself in  
front of the TV for a little bit of mindless time.  
  
"Why are you late? Never mind it's not like you'd  
tell me the truth anyway. Probably out drinking with  
Mark again..." she trailed off at the end. She had  
taken to fighting out of habbit but lately had just  
lost the conviction. She came in and complained  
because I was watching "Fight Club" again, she really  
hated that movie. She made another half hearted  
attempt at an arguement then gave up and went in to  
sit on the internet for the next four hours.  
  

  "We are a generation of men raised by women, I wonder  
if another woman is really what we need..." Its the  
last words I hear of the movie before I fall asleep.  
Hours later I am awakened, Julia has finally gotten  
bored with Yahoo games and decided it is time to go to  
bed. I feel like every musscle in my body is on fire,  
and my eyes are full of sand. I crawl off to the  
bedroom we share in our small two bedroom house.  
Julia asks me "Well arent you going to say anything to  
me, you havent said anything all day!"  
  
"What would you have me say?" I ask as I fall still  
clothed into bed.  
  
"Say you love me, say you hate me, just say  
something!!!" Her voice kept getting more shrill.  
  
Finally I had had enough "I was late because I was in  
the hospital. There was an accident at work and I  
nearly died. I've got doctors orders to be off work  
for three days, which means we'll be short on the car  
payment again. I love you, I hate you, and I am too  
tired to deal with you right now."  
  
Julia broke down into tears, "I'm going to my mothers  
until you can talk civily to me."  
  

  I assume she left, I was already asleep.  
  
I woke up at four in the morning and couldnt get back  
to sleep. So I got up and got on the internet myself.  
There is a news article about a Spartan vase that was  
unearthed in Greece. I picked up the bottle of  
whiskey I kept near the computer for just such a night  
as this. I surf through the article about Spartan  
society get to the end and still am interested so I  
google Spartan and find replica armor and more stories  
about their phalanx fighting style and methods of  
training. I heard that they often matched young  
warriors with older ones in sexual liasons and thought  
it pretty disgusting. I moved on to a new link  
[http://spartan.web1000.com/](http://spartan.web1000.com/) and got a bit of an  
eyeful. I've always considered myself straight and  
certainly didnt think I would ever play with anything  
resembling "gay" sex. But I drank a little more and  
surfed a little more and stumbled across a shemale  
sight.  
  
This was intriguing. Men who choose to be women. An  
alien concept to me. I was quite happy being a man  
and couldnt understand it. I decided I wanted to know  
more. I watched and got horny but I couldnt verywell  
take care of myself with burns on both hands.  
  

  I got up and went out it was six o'clock. Normally I  
would be on my way to work but instead I had the day  
off doctors orders. I caught a bus heading into down  
town. Getting off the bus at Broad and First street I  
could already see the building that was my goal. An  
adult video store with an arcade. I'd read on one of  
the websites what went on in places like this and  
figured it would do the trick besides I was currious  
and still quite drunk.  
  
I was surprised how many men were in here considering  
the hour but without looking at any of them I got my  
tokens and went back amoung the booths. Picking one  
at the back I walked in and put my money in the  
machine. It was a gay scene that popped up and while  
I was currious two guys just didnt make me horny. I  
flipped through and sure enough there was a shemale  
flick and this guy with a huge dick was hammering  
him/her hard in the ass. I was so busy with the  
action on the screen I almost didnt notice the man a  
the little hole in the wall. I undid my pants, I was  
already quite stiff. I stepped up to the hole and as  
I put it through I felt a warm soft and talented mouth  
begin the best blow job I had ever had. I came way  
too quick and he didnt even stop just swallowed it all  
and kept sucking like his life depended on it.  
Finally it was just too much for me and I pulled out  
of his mouth, looking down I could see his tongue  
licking through the hole as if begging for more. I  
was buttoning up my pants as best I could with my  
hands as they are when I looked back at the hole and  
saw that he had placed his cock through the hole. I  
paniced. I wasnt gay. Just because I let a gay guy  
suck me off didnt mean I was gay. Just becasue I  
liked watching a guy dressed up as a girl getting  
fucked in the ass didnt mean I was gay.  
  

  I ran. I left the store with what had to be a  
terrified look on my face.  
  
I got home and had a case of the guilts. I'm not gay  
I told myself, and a few minutes later I AM NOT GAY!  
I turned on the TV and found I was in luck Sports  
Illustrated had their swimsuit photo shoot special on.  
I really love the way those girls look although  
sometimes they are just a little too plastic for me.  
I find the bottle of whiskey and start working on it  
again. Well whiskey and swimsuit models have me all  
worked up again. I cant very well go back to the  
video store, so I get online and start surfing. In a  
chat room called sissys4realMen I met a "woman" called  
Dawn. We talked and she told me about how she wanted  
to submit to a man completely and be his owned  
possession. I thought to myself "Why dont women act  
like this?". He talked about wanting a man who was  
part hero part villian and what he would do to keep  
such a man happy. Dawn turned on her web cam and  
while he wasnt exactly passable he was pretty close  
considering he still went to work as Don. Don lived  
in a shitty appartment down town (close to the very  
video store I was in earlier)and worked in a parking  
garage. Divorced and paying outrageous child support  
he pretty much lived a life of shit. Dawn however was  
sexy, and cared for and sought after and all she had  
to do to get all the love she craved was to give  
herself over to whoever her lover of the moment was.  
Dawn chose love over freedom.  
  

  Ok I still dont get it and I'll be the first one to  
admit that but hell if Dawn was happy with it I was  
happy to watch her gag herself with the dildo at my  
command.  
  
Still horny I did two things I couldnt have imagined  
doing even two days ago I dry humpped the mattress  
until at last sore and mildly rugburned I got some  
relief and I made an appointment to visit Dawn next  
weekend.  
  
I looked up at the clock and thought "Shit, I've  
fucked off this whole day" so I got up and tried to do  
some little projects around the house but with both  
hands burned I quickly gave it up and got back on the  
internet.  
  
Leather armor, bronze helm, and shield  
[http://www.by-the-sword.com/acatalog/The\_Greeks.html](http://www.by-the-sword.com/acatalog/The_Greeks.html)  
I grabbed for the credit card before I even thought  
twice about it. They would all be here in time for my  
date with Dawn.  
  
Phone rings, I let it ring. Julia's voice comes over  
the answering machine "Honey, pick up the phone.  
Honey.... I know you're there.... ok fine, well when  
you get this I'm on my way home. I'll probably be  
there for dinner I thought we could go out.... maybe  
to that chineese place.... anyway I'll talk to you  
soon"  
  

  I remember thinking "Damn!" but then I checked the  
clock. It would take her at least two hours to make  
it here from her mothers at this time of day. I  
cleaned up the cashe on the computer and changed into  
some sweat pants and tried to change the dressing on  
my hands. That was an adventure as you can imagine  
but mostly I got it done. The burns weren't nearly as  
bad looking as they felt. With a little luck I'd be  
ready to go back to work Thursday like the doc said.  
I dropped on to the bed and went to sleep.  
  
Sure enough two hours later I woke up. I could hear  
Julia stacking dishes in the kitchen and grumbling  
about "the mess men live in". I stumbled into the  
kitchen and sat at the table reaching for the whiskey  
bottle. Julia just glared at me as I took a drink,  
"is that what you've been doing the whole time I've  
been gone?" Seems she is only just back in the house  
and spoiling for a fight already. I just ignored that  
and after taking one more drink I slowly put the lid  
back on the bottle.  
  
"Are you going to get ready?" Julia asked as I just  
sat there collecting my thoughts.  
  

  "I am ready" I said. That was not the answer she was  
looking for. "I'm not going out with you looking like  
that" she said. "So dont go out with me, you want  
chineese go and eat just bring me a Gyro on your way  
home". Greek food sounded good to me today for some  
reason.  
  
"I had thought we could talk over dinner but if you  
dont want to talk to me, then I will just go out by  
myself." she waited for me to stop her then stormed  
off in a fit. I probably should have made more of an  
effort but after six years I was just all out of  
effort.  
  
She didnt get in until late (no Gyros either) and was  
drunk when she got home. She climbed into bed and  
started to play with my cock. The only time she cared  
about sex was when she was drunk. Even then she  
wanted oral until she came then would just lay there  
letting me hump her limp and nearly passed out body.  
This time I had a bit of a different plan. I picked  
up the whiskey bottle that I had stuck beside the bed,  
and took a drink and this time I gave her one too, and  
another, and another. Soon she was completely drunk.  
Oh I ate her but not until she came. I stopped and  
she begged me not to. I told her I wanted to fuck her  
in the ass. She said that it was sick and she didnt  
want to. I told her she didnt have to let me just as  
I didnt have to let her cum. She got mad. "I'd  
rather never cum than give in to blackmail!" She  
yelled as she grabbed the blanket and headed for the  
other bedroom.  
  

  I laughed, I'd already cum twice today and was still a  
little sore so I didnt really care. I listened to her  
crying in the other room as she tried to make herself  
cum and couldnt quite get there. Finally she gave up  
in frustration and I fell asleep too. When I woke up  
she had already gone to work. My hands were already  
much better than I had thought they would be, and I  
still had doc's orders to stay home one more day. I  
took off the bandages and got in the shower. Using  
Julia's conditioner I was able to jack off without  
hurting either my sore hands or my sore prick.  
  
I put back on the sweat pants and grabbed a hoodie and  
headed out to the garage. In the back under a layer  
of dust she sat, just as I'd left her the last time I  
took her for a ride. She wasn't pretty and she wasn't  
especially fast but for five hundered bucks she was  
bought and paid for mine. An 89 Honda 750 crusier,  
black with chrome. Today was a great day for a ride.  
  
The wind felt good and while I told myself I was just  
out for a ride I knew exactly where I was going. The  
video store and its free easy sex called to me. I  
went in and this time looked around a bit. The amount  
of gadgets and gizmos was amazing, I even found the  
same dildo that Dawn had been gagging herself with on  
the web cam. Then I saw the leather dom section and  
thought wow that is close though I still wasnt quite  
sure I was ok with two very masculine men having sex.  
Seemed some how less of a taboo when one of them was  
at least pretending to be a woman.  
  

  All the browsing had gotten my itch back up and it was  
time to go back into the arcade. This time I looked  
at the faces of the men outlined in the dim glow of  
the "occupied" lights. Many were ugly and dirty, most  
were fat and some smelled of sweat and beer. Yeah  
this was definately not a place to come looking for  
lovers. A warm/wet place to stick it and drop a load  
maybe but it wasnt nearly as magical as it was even  
just yesterday. That didnt stop me from letting them  
suck me off twice before I decided to continue my  
ride.  
  
I rode out of the city and up along the coast. This  
was freedom. I hadn't had a vacation in.... well....  
my entire adult life. Julia and I had taken off for a  
weekend and spent a fortune and still I had not felt  
as free and relaxed as I do at this moment. It was at  
least two hours before part of my mind said started  
telling me I should head back for home. It was four  
hours before I actually headed back.  
  
I came in the door and Julia was on the internet  
playing Yahoo games again. I said "I'm sorry I'm  
late. I went out for a ride just to make sure that  
the bike would still run." Silence. "How was your  
day at work?" After a long pause I hear "Fine" then  
more silence. I think to myself "Great here we go  
again" so I go in and sit and watch CSI and wouldnt  
you know it was about a man who killed his wife. I  
suppose it was timely and helped convince me to go  
another way with my thoughts.  
  

  Half way through the news Julia comes in and sits down  
beside me. She waits for a few minutes and then  
snuggles up close to me. Normally I love to spend  
time with her like this but tonight it put me on  
guard. Julia only does things when it is in Julia's  
best interest so something must be up. I cuddle with  
her and wait for it. I didn't have to wait long.  
"Honey, I think we should go see a marriage councilor.  
I mean I love you but I saw a new side to you last  
night and it scared me."  
  
"I suppose you've got one picked out?" I asked already  
knowing the answer. She gives me this "doctor's" name  
and so I drop it into Google while we are still  
talking about it. The title to her web page is  
"Feminist Family Therapy". "Oh yeah", I'm thinking to  
myself,"I'm sure I'll get a fair shake out of this."  
Almost despite myself I think "Dawn would never want  
to take me to therapy, she is happy I am a man."  
  
I read aloud some passages from this web site to Julia  
and say I have some one I think we should talk to  
instead. Pretending to be interested so that she can  
later get me to "compromise" (thats what we call it  
when Julia gets her way) she askes "Who do you think  
we should talk to?"  
  

  I type "divorce lawyer" into google and pick the first  
one to pop up and show her. Julia starts to cry, "I  
try to do something to help us better understand each  
other and all you do is threaten me with divorce I see  
how much you value our relationship." Tomorrow is  
thursday and I have to go back to work so rather than  
aruge with Julia I go into the spare room and go to sleep.  
  
Work sucks, but then work always sucked. It just  
seemed harder to suck it up and live with it after the  
freedom of yesterday afternoon. Jack, my foreman, is  
complaining about me being gone "all week" not seeming  
to remember if I had died on monday I would have been  
gone a lot longer than a week. I'd ridden my bike to  
work just to try to hold on to those few hours of  
freedom experianced yesterday. It didnt seem to help.  
  
  
Riding home I nearly got a speeding ticket, I saw the  
cop turn around but since I was on a bike and he was  
in a car I was able to loose myself down a side street  
before he could turn on his lights and come after me.  
Some one remind me again why some one else thinks they  
should be able to tell me how fast I can ride?  
  

  I'm home before Julia as usual and good thing today  
because on the front stoop is a large brown box. I  
pull it into the garage and rip it open. Leather  
armor and a brass helm with a real horse hair crest.  
It says that there is another box. Where is the other  
box?!?! Afraid it may have been stolen I look around  
the house and sure enough there it is put back behind  
the rose bush to be kept out of the site of local  
hoodlums. Inside is a two and a half foot diameter  
shield. Leather covered and bronze studded, and all  
the way at the bottom all by itself is the greek short  
sword made completely from one piece of bronze and in  
a hard leather scabbard. I barely got it all back in  
the garage before Julia got home. Tomorrow was Friday  
and I would have a little time then to try it all on  
before my date Saturday night.  
  
Julia comes home singing and in a pretty good mood.  
She playfully winks at me as she drops the Chineese  
food boxes on the counter and puts two bottles of wine  
in the freezer to chill quickly. This normally puts  
me on my guard but after the divorce lawyer comment  
earlier I think maybe she is just trying to do damage  
control.  
  

  "I'm going to get a shower, wanna come?" she says with  
a smirk, then giggles and runs to the bathroom  
throwing clothes as she goes. I think to myself as I  
follow her down the hall, "making up is fun". As we  
reach the the bathroom she is standing there  
completely naked with two little bottles in her hand  
that I havnt seen before. She smiles at me and asks  
me "hold these for me while I get the water started."  
I look at the bottles one is a shaving gel for the  
"Bikini" area and the other is a water based lube with  
numbing qualities. Hmmm, she must really be wanting  
to make up.... this could be fun.  
  
Shower is running and steam starting to fog the mirror  
as I step in the shower behind her. We kiss beneath  
the streaming water and I remember why we got married.  
When she wants to Julia can be a sexy woman. I start  
to wash her hair mostly because I know she finds that  
romantic though for the life of me I cant figure out  
why. Its a lot easier to wash now that she had cut it  
so short (did that just to piss me off about two years  
ago and has kept it that way out of defiance since)  
the lather builds quickly and I use it to glide my  
hands over her body. Even after putting on thirt  
pounds after the wedding she was still an attractive  
woman with large full tits and a well formed if larger  
than I'd prefer ass. She was obviously enjoying her  
massage because she was breating deeply and regularly  
but all fo a sudden she stops me and almost jerks away  
before things go too far. Then I remember the two  
bottles, I smile down at her as she picks up the razor  
and we both sit in the tub. She lathers up her pussy  
with the shaving gel and then hands me the razor. I'm  
not so confident about this I usually cut my face once  
or twice a week. I take the razor and slowly start to  
shave away the hair. This is hotter than I thought it  
would be, I was getting rock hard and ready to have a  
go. She teased me to check it all over really good to  
make sure I take care of any stubble. After an  
exaggerated search for stubble she was ready to have a  
go at it too.  
  

  "Time to decide," she says with a grin. She holds up  
the bottle of lube "you can have my ass like you  
wanted the other night or my freshly shaved pussy take  
your pick."  
  
Ha, she thinks I'll be so horny after shaving her that  
I will choose regular fucking. I take the lube in one  
hand and lay her back my hands playing with her  
nipples the lube making them slick and tingling. I  
make sure I load the lube up on her clitty, smiling to  
myself the whole time knowing that the numbing  
properties will take hold so that it will be almost  
impossible for her to cum now at least until it starts  
to wear off. She is really getting into it by now,  
hips bucking to reach my hand and I continue to play  
with her sliding more lube down her crack and finger  
it in slowly to her ass. Her eyes shoot wide open  
just a second as I slip the second finger into her ass  
but the lube is doing its job. She just keeps getting  
hornier and finally I help her up and turn her over  
onto all fours. Kneeling behind her I slide into her  
pussy and pump a couple times she moans and I slide a  
little more lube in her ass and pick up momentum. She  
slides her hand between her legs trying to build  
enough momentum to cum. I pull back and drop more  
lube from the bottle on the top of my cock letting it  
run down around the base and onto her fingers. She  
massages more of the numbing agent into her clit with  
every rub. I put two fingers back into her ass as I  
pump away and she is really getting worked up now.  
You can hear the frustration in her voice as she keeps  
building but cant quite make it over the edge. I pull  
all the way out and she is masturbating like a woman  
possessed almost as if she's forgotten that I'm back  
here and all she can do is try to cum. Shifting to  
get just a little better angle I slide forward and  
into her well lubed ass. She lets a strangled cry out  
and starts pumping my cock like mad with her ass and  
you can tell by her frantic movements that she will do  
anything to cum now. I'm pumping in long strong  
strokes feeling her clamping down on me as each thrust  
brings me closer to orgasm. I close my eyes and think  
about Dawn and the dildo and then Julia lets out a  
groan like an injured water buffalo and I feel my cock  
gripped in the vice like hold of her ass as she hits  
orgasm and well it is too much for me and soon I'm  
letting go too. She looses her balance and nearly  
falls but I manage to catch her an pin her body  
between mine and the shower wall, still slowly I am  
pumping in and out of her but I can tell I'm going  
limp. The water is getting cold but still we're both  
too exhausted to move. Finally as we loose the last  
of the hot water I rinse off and get out she stays  
behind for a minute to tend to cleaning herself up as  
I head off to bed.  
  

  Sleep is good. Why am I being drug from my sleep?  
Oh, its Julia. Hmmm, yes thats right Julia and I made  
up. She feels cold I should probably hold her a  
little closer to warm her up. Still not fully  
consious I hear her say, "Honey, have you thought  
anymore about what we talked about the other night?"  
What we talked about? Confused I ask her, "What  
thing?" "You know, about the counciling" she says  
snuggling in closer as if that fixes everything.  
  
I'm wide awake now. "Thought about it, no. There  
really is nothing to think about. Is that what this  
was all about? So that you could talk me into going  
to some damn man hating dike to talk about our  
marriage?"  
  
"Dr. Stevens doesnt hate men, and what should her  
sexual preference have to do with her ability to do  
counciling work?" She's pulling away from me and I can  
tell getting ready to defend this absurd position.  
  
"Well obviously she cant keep a man of her own happy  
so how in the hell could she teach you how?" I'm done  
with this conversation at this point and start getting  
out of bed to find a quieter place to sleep.  
  

  "You do know that it isnt all about keeping the man  
happy!" she shouted as I closed the door behind me and  
headed off to the spare room. It may not be all about  
keeping the man happy but that should at least be A  
CONSIDERATION. What was I thinking she'll never stop  
being wrapped up in her own petty concerns and I am  
foolish to think that it would be any different.  
  
Friday flew by in a flash. I gathered up all of my  
equipment and got it ready for Saturday night. Julia  
and I didnt talk the whole day. She was mad and I was  
ok with it. I did spend some time online researching  
divorce law. I'm done all I really need now is an  
excuse.  
  
Saturday morning comes and I wake up early. Julia  
says she's going into the office for half a day, I  
dont believe her but at this point dont care. I watch  
her drive away and all I can think is "Great now I can  
get ready without having to sneak." I pull out the  
armor and sword polishing everything and oiling the  
leather brushing out the great horse hair plume rising  
from the helmet. I'm ready by 10am my date isnt for  
another ten hours. Ah well gives me time to go for a  
ride. I grab the mail and go through it on my way to  
the garage. Credit card bills, its a good thing I got  
this just in case my purchases are on it. I look and  
no mine arent but I see a charge on it for that damn  
doctor Julia wanted me to go see. Each date was a  
Saturday. So that's where she is now. I highlight  
the charges and leave the bill laying open on the  
counter as I strap up the last of my equipment and  
head out for the bike.  
  

  Man, am I getting the stares, from kids to little old  
ladies. This is actually starting to be fun. I got a  
little uncomfortable when a guy I am pretty sure was  
gay smiled at me funny. Over all I had a blast,  
especially when I stopped in for gyros at lunch.  
Riding like this felt great. Free from hangups, free  
from the daily grind, and dressed as I was, I was free  
from worrying about other people's opinions. What a  
great feeling. I met this guy who told me about a  
group called the SCA. These guys go out and actually  
sword fight in armor, wow, thats what I need in my  
life. The guy was nice enough but I dont have any  
time, hell I barely get to ride my bike anymore.  
Besides I havent really fought anyone since I tested  
for my black belt two years ago.  
  
The sun is starting to go down and I head toward  
Dawn's appartment. As I pull up in the parking lot I  
rev the engine and scan the windows to see who looks  
out. Sure enough there are a few. Only one of those  
is expecting me though. I feel a couple seconds of  
unease, what if she laughs at me after all I didnt  
tell her what I would look like. I realized what the  
fuck was I thinking, if she could play dress up so  
could I.  
  

  I walked down the stairs to the row of doors to  
basement appartments. Ah, there it is, 6B, I start to  
knock but the door opens and Dawn asks me to come  
inside. She looks nervous like she is afraid of what  
the neighbors would think. I look at her, she is more  
passable tonight than she was the other night on the  
webcam but still you could tell it was a guy in a  
dress, a very sexy black dress and what I had at first  
assumed was a blonde wig it wasnt until much later  
that I realized she really had hair that long.  
  
"You look fantastic" she said in a tone that made me  
actually believe it. "You're not so bad yourself" I  
said as I pulled my helm off and casually tossed it  
onto the couch as if I owned the place, or at least I  
hoped that was the message it sent. "Would you like a  
drink?" she asked as she started toward the small  
kitchette. "Sure, beer is good if you've got it."  
  
"Sorry, just have a bottle of Jack and some wine for  
dinner." she said a bit defensively as if concerned I  
would be unhappy. I laughed a bit "Honestly to get  
through tonight I had probably better start with  
Jack." She said "Am I that hard to look at?" "Not at  
all," I replied wishing it to sound sincere, "I'm just  
not....well I've never.... This will be a new  
experiance for me." She laughs "You're the sexiest  
thing I've every seen, what ever pleases you will be  
more than enough for me." She walks in and hands me  
my Jack in a wine glass. Mental note she's trying to  
get me drunk. Second mental note she probably needs  
to if I'm going to play this one out. "Dinner will be  
ready in just a few minutes, would you rather watch  
some TV while I finnish up or would you rather play in  
the internet?" I smile at her thinking she's wanting  
me to get on the internet and get horny. Yes horny  
and drunk, what the hell am I thinking I want to be  
horny and drunk at least until I test out her ass  
later tonight.  
  

  I walk over to her computer and look at her little web  
cam with the assortment of dildos and clamps and  
floggers layed out beside it. I sit at the keyboard  
and start to look through her files. This whole time  
she doesnt interrupt me or really say much of anything  
I can hear her humming in the kitchen putting  
togeather dinner. Most of her porn is cuckold or  
shemale pics and stories. I see other "girls" she  
knows and has pictures of online. I'm just starting  
to read some letters she's written to some guy in  
Washington state when she slides up beside me and says  
"Dinner is served my mighty greek wa...." she trailed  
off as she realized what I was looking at. "It was  
before I met you," she starts defending herself.  
Quickly I cut her off before this can get too far  
"Until you decide to belong to me your affairs are  
your own." She looked a little relieved as well as a  
little scared about belonging to me. I swatted her on  
the ass as I got up from the computer and made my way  
to the table.  
  
Dinner was good. I mean really good. My glass never  
got empty and the conversation was never dull. I was  
really feeling my drink and the satisfaction of a good  
meal when Dawn suggested we move to the couch and  
watch a movie. "Any preferences for movie selection?"  
she asked. "Got straight, shemale, femdom, or even  
one cuckold movie."  
  

  "Straight" I said without thinking about it then,  
after a seconds pause "Shemale" I corrected.  
  
She smiled at me and pulled out "Married with  
Shemales". I about died laughing but still it was  
hot. Dawn snuggled in close to me and was waiting for  
me to decide if I wanted her. Fifteen minutes into  
the movie and I've got this raging hardon and need to  
do something about it. I pull it out from the  
uncomfortable confines of my leather jock strap that  
the armor came with and Dawn lets out a gasp. No I'm  
not another Ron Jeremy but I've got a proud eight  
thick inches. She moves toward my cock but I grab her  
by the hair holding her away from it. This is when I  
realize that the hair is real and this has all sorts  
of potential. "Slut you cant just drool all over my  
cock you have to beg to be allowed to service it." I  
hear her moan, and then "Please Master this slut begs  
to be allowed to service your cock, please make me  
your cum dump whore." Ok, I've had a few women in my  
time and I've even been sucked off by the bookstore  
crowd but hearing Dawn begging like this made me  
HORNY. I smacked her face twice with my dick and then  
using my hold on her hair as a handle I started to  
fuck her face. I could hear her gagging and choking  
but still I kept pumping away at what felt good to me.  
I was very near cumming when I decided to roll her  
around onto her back so that I could get a straight  
shot access to her throat. I'm pumping away getting  
really closed to blowing my wad when at the last  
moment I decide to reach between her legs and grab her  
balls as a handle to pull myself deeper into her  
throat. She's gasping and choking now but I dont care  
I'm almost there and with the final thrust I sink in  
and spray my wad down her throat smashing her little  
balls in my hand as I do it. I look down at the front  
of her panties, she has cum seeping through the  
material.  
  

  I started to come down from the euphoria and guilt  
started to come in waves. First about having sex with  
a guy in a dress, then for how relentlessly I'd used  
him. Funny it didnt occure to me until later that I  
never felt guilty for fucking around on Julia.  
  
"I'm sorry I was so rough, I should probably go now" I  
said and started to get up. Dawn started to cry and  
threw herself at my feet begging me "Master do what  
ever you want to me but please dont leave me. Make me  
yours, to serve you. I dont care if all you ever do  
is drop by once a week for a blow job, dont say that  
you dont want me please." I was a little stunned  
actually, this was the first time I'd ever had that  
reaction. Here was a woman, uh, man, uh, oh hell,  
here was some one who could feel the magic in my  
touch.  
  
"Ok, I'll own you but only if I own you completely.  
No matter what I say from here on out no matter how  
humiliating or dangerous it is you will do it. All  
that you are and all that you now own belong to me as  
well. Is that understood? If you say yes you cease  
to be and only my property remains. So what say you?"  
I waited expecting to hear her try to set other  
conditions or negotiate with me. Instead she simply  
bowed before me and kissed my boots and said "Master  
is Master of this little slave and all she posesses is  
the Master's"  
  

  Not really knowing what to expect now, after all I  
hadn't expected to set up a long term relationship  
with her tonight I stood up and went over to her  
coffee table and with one kick splintered it. I  
waited for her to object. She did not. I fliped over  
the dinner table sending dishes flying, and while she  
did look scared she offered up no resistance. Ok that  
did it now I'm horny again. Seeing her submit to me  
like that was giving me a serious woody. I walked up  
to where she was kneeling on the floor and backhanded  
her across the mouth knocking her to her side. She  
just lay there I knelt down behind her and roughly  
shoved up her dress with my left hand and ripped away  
her panties with my right. I slip in slowly to her  
pre-lubed ass, obviously she was expecting this. I  
hear her crying softly as I push in deeper then  
deeper. Soon I'm driving away slapping her ass and  
pulling her long hair with every thrust. I came so  
hard I could see spots before my eyes, I collapsed on  
top of her and lay there until I had recovered my  
breath. She lay there crying silently never once  
complaining about being uncomforatable in that  
position. I stood up and slipped off my armor, then  
headed for the shower. I'm in there for a few minutes  
and I hear her moving around in the bathroom so I look  
out she's kneeling beside the tub with a towel in her  
hands waiting for me to be done. "Get in here you're  
needed" I said to her wondering how much more she  
would take. Without a word she stood, stripped, and  
glided into the tub behind me. "I'm sleeping here  
tonight" I told her. She smiled and said "may I wash  
you?" I nodded and her hands and tongue begain to  
slowly caress my skin. Gently she washed my most  
intimate places as well as the most ordinary to the  
upmost care. She was kneeling before me in the shower  
when she looked up and smiles (it was then that I  
realized just exactly how hard I had backhanded her)  
"Master may I please service you again?" She sure did  
like cock.  
  

  I awoke at about 10AM on Sunday. Dawn wasnt in the  
bedroom. I started to get up but she must have been  
listening for me because she comes in with a tray of  
food and kneels beside the bed offering it to me,  
"Master takes his breakfast in bed?" I laughed, and I  
noticed she had reapplied her make up and put on a  
silk nightie. Eggs, and baccon, hashbrowns and toast,  
this was living. She didnt get up she just knelt  
there watching me eat. I thought to myself, I could  
get to rather enjoy this.  
  
Going back home sucked. I left my gear at Dawn's  
appartment (she seemed to be very happy about that).  
I knew things were different now. While I cant say I  
was in love with Dawn, she had opened my eyes to some  
new potentials.  
  
I went home and Julia was there, she wanted to fight  
again. I told her point blank she could either grow  
up and get over these petty problems or pack up and go  
to her mothers until the divorce was final. That  
stopped her short, for a minute she just stood there  
like she was shot, then she burst into tears and ran  
into the bedroom. I felt bad about being so blunt  
about it but after a fantastic night last night I  
wasnt in the mood to ruin it by fighting with Julia.  
I jumpped on the computer and started surfing the web  
for houses in the country. I always wanted to live in  
the country. One sight kept jumping out at me. Less  
than $30000.00 with a well and septic already in.  
Sure the house was shit but I do construction why  
should that matter.  
  

  I kept surfing, and found the SCA site for my area.  
Yeah this is cool, and they have fighter practice on  
sunday in a park not even ten miles from my home. I  
can still make it even today if I want to. I surf for  
another hour looking at mostly SCA sights. Finally I  
decide to head to the park. I ask Julia if she wants  
to come along. I was half hoping she would which  
would signal the fighting was over and half hoping she  
wouldnt so I wouldnt have to deal with her if she  
wanted to continue to pout.  
  
She looked at me like I had lost my mind. I just  
threw up my hands and went out to my bike.  
  
The park was in a nice neighborhood near one of the  
local colleges. I couldnt miss the group I was  
looking for though. They were dressed in rusted  
helmets and blue plastic barrels cut into body armor.  
You could hear the hits as I walked up to them. It  
really was pretty loud. I watched for a bit. They  
werent pretty but they were really fighting. A guy in  
a funny half dress half toga thing came up and started  
explaining things to me as if I had just landed from  
mars. Ok so he was a geek but he was a nice enough  
guy and while he claimed to also fight I noticed he  
had no armor or sticks with him. After a bit more I  
talked them in to letting me try it out. They loaned  
me a helm and a bit of the plastic barrel armor. The  
shield was a lot heavier than it looked and while the  
armor was heavier than my leather it didnt seem that  
bad. The sword weighed a little less than a base ball  
bat, I was thinking that a hit in the head with that  
thing could be dangerous. I got out there and a  
little guy stepped out with me and took up position.  
He only was using one sword and no shield and I was a  
lot bigger than he was this was going to be easy.  
  

  Well not so much all I remember is the guy in the  
funny clothes yelling for us to start and then I was  
hit on the head. Surpisingly it didnt hurt just  
sounded loud. Oh yeah I'm supposed to be falling  
down. Just as this thought crossed my mind my helm  
was hit again as was my left thigh. That was mind  
numbing pain. With no armor on my thigh the stick  
stung and I knew it was going to bruise. The little  
guy helped me back to my feet and asked if I wanted to  
try again. Well maybe later.  
  
I talked to them for a long time. They have a really  
cool idea, though I dont know if I like all of it and  
some of them are REAL GEEKS.  
  
I head back home sore and thinking that I will  
probably feel it at work tomorrow.  
  
Several weeks whipped by. Julia and I quit fighting  
and started ignoring each other. The fight over her  
"marriage councilor" credit card bills was nullified  
by my armor bill though my going to SCA events had  
pretty much saved me any uncomfortable explainations.  
I had been dropping by to see Dawn after work and  
sometimes on the weekends. If Julia suspected  
something she never said so. Sex with Julia now was  
rare at best, but since Dawn was so eager and  
accomodating I cant say I really noticed.  
  

  I had been surfing the web looking for other like  
minded people and while I could find plenty of "girls"  
looking for "discrete fun" no one had Dawn's  
commitment. While surfing one night I found another  
guy like myself. He lived in the midwest but shared  
an interest in shaking off the chains of a feminist  
society. We spoke for a while and he told me about  
wanting to buy an old farm and get away for a while.  
He said he'd wanted to do that ever since he got out  
of the marines last year. I'd never thought of a farm  
before but it could be kewl.  
  
After talking with him for a few days I pulled Dawn in  
on our conversation. She got on her webcam and  
preformed for him. "I've never thought about this  
arangement before." he admitted. "I had one gay  
experiance while I was in the service, and while it  
was ok I guess it just wasn't how I wanted to live."  
He and I talked a little more while Dawn tried hard to  
impress us with her flexiblity and finally I asked  
him, "Why dont we just do this?"  
  
"Do what?" he asked though I know the seeds of the  
idea were growing in his mind too. "Why dont we just  
get your farm, a couple of happy little sluts like  
Dawn here and try to find more guys like us?" I sent  
the question to him in IM that way Dawn wouldnt be  
involved in a decision that should be made by men.  
There was a long pause.  
  

  A very long pause. Just when I had given up hope that  
he would agree he said "How?" Ok now I had his  
interest, but he did raise a good point how would we  
do this? "Give me a little time," I said. "I'm  
working on an idea now. When I get an outline, I'll  
email it to you and we can build it up from there."  
Another pause though not nearly as long this time  
"Sounds good, I'll do a little looking around too," he  
replied and I broke off the connection. Leaving Dawn  
to entertain him for a while, while I started surfing  
the web more intently.  
  
Julia was leaving town for a business trip this  
weekend, I suspected she was probably going to one of  
those feminazi retreats at her "Mariage Councilor's"  
request, but I didnt care after all it was over she  
just didnt know it yet. Dawn was very excited when I  
told her, and she said she had a surprise for me  
friday night after work. She wouldnt tell me what it  
was she just would giggle and say I'd find out.  
Normally I'm not big on surprises but I'd humor her  
who knows maybe I would like it. Besides I'd been  
doing a lot of research and who knows maybe I'd spring  
on her the plan I was working on for the future.  
  

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