**Continuation of Work Wife Mistress – 02**

**Melanie thrives for Mistress AND Thomas**

**Mistress Lace, Janice Flaherty, controls husband Thomas and Wife Melanie**

**Slave names are Latin**

I showed up for my standing 7:15 a.m. audience with Mistress Lace, in her office, counselor’s, at a high school in a small town in Midwest Iowa. Last night I watched my Wife get fucked bound, behind a false mirror and a second time on reoccurring video clips that Mistress Lace set me as I waited for Melanie to return home.

My head was down and it was unnerving as there were no words spoken for 30 minutes. She typed on her computer, clicking, checking, editing and it was about 15 minutes before 8 a.m. when my professional role self could emerge. She stopped and began to speak.

“You know Puer, your Wife Melanie, my Puella, is an amazing specimen inside and out,” Mistress Lace referring to her as two different people and then as an object. “Let me read to you what she wrote me this morning. She says some amazing, unexpected things.”

Seeing my Wife getting fucked, getting turned on watching, and being sent home to then make Love to her was certainly amazing.

“Let me read to you your Wife‘s own words, a woman who enjoyed the length and girth of my Vir,” Mistress Lace said, her tone said she very pleased with herself.

“Vir altered my body, my mind and my soul, driving the impossible all the way inside my unworthy body. Your lessons months ago, telling me to be in the moment aided my mere survival of that experience, as the pain turned to pleasure AND pleasure-full pain.”

She paused and asked me to look up at her and I did, our eyes meeting for the first time that day. Mistress Lace had a blank, neutral expression, one I hadn’t seen on her and she didn’t hold it long, looked down at her paper.

She moved to the next paragraph. “However my Mistress I mean no disrespect when I say the second round AND him entering me face to face was a repetitive practice. It was like slamming a train inside my cunt, and the coupling soon turned into an act of physical challenge, endurance, like my days practicing basketball.”

Mistress continued reading. “While I came three times the first time, exploding my innards, I had to fake it for him the second as no Orgasm was had by me. I’m guessing due to the trauma my Pussy had experienced and the numb healing that was going on, he didn’t bring me there as my legs were spread wide, taking my Vir.”

She paused again, and I think sniffled some, but I dared not to look up.

“You ask me, Mistress, to contrast him to my dear Thomas later that night and I expect you wanted me to tell you, there was no comparison. My Dear Mistress Lace, you were right, there was no comparison and as he pathetically crawled on top of me, and I barely felt him enter my expanded flesh, my thought was ‘oh my God, we’re done, our marriage is over’. But then something happened, we slowed down, we reconnected, and I climaxed as hard as I did when the girth and weight of our Vir was pummeling me from behind. Let us move forward together, Mistress, I beg you.”

She stood up, moved to, opened the door and motioned me to leave. “We’ll talk later.”

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“You’re going to be home when?” I asked my Wife on the phone later that day, more directly than ever before, now knowing my own Mistress had at least in principle collared us both.

“I just thought we could spend some time, the last few days have been, well, amazing,” I said.

“Aww, Sweetness, you’re so cute with that,” Melanie said, the finality of work or Mistress Lace time not bending to my plea. “Maybe I’ll kiss you goodnight in all the right places when I get home, or better.”

I had received a message from Mistress Lace we were talking and now there were three other messages followed back to back to back.

“Puer, in my office now.” “now” “Now!” “NOW!!!” Great, I thought, now I’m in trouble again. My cock swelled as I walked down the hall, passing students and teachers, going to the office and closing the door.

“Don’t question her!” she said firm but softly. We were in ‘professional time’ but I feared her regardless. “You’ll fuck this up and then where will you be? Homeless. Jobless. Wifeless. All without a penis.”

I knew she had either sound sensitive devices or cameras in my office and around my house; positive Melanie had likely placed one in our bedroom. I had our security cameras set up, and didn’t see any other cameras on the network when I checked, but I was certain Larry would be able to figure masking devices if he was as IT savvy as it sounded.

“Mistress, what are your intentions for us?” I asked, breaking the professional and personal rules all at once. “I trust your instincts and that you have our best interests at heart.”

She didn’t talk, didn’t move. She stared blankly at the door, I sensed she had a plan, more pleasure and pain than life, however it has become something she hadn’t considered, that is deeper and wonderful.

“Puer, I actually respect that question,” Mistress Lace said to me, looking at me softly, in a curious manner.

“Can we be Thomas and Janice for a moment,” I quickly inserted. “Can we step out of our roles and look at what we have created, together, your vision of a changed lifestyle, as Janice and Thomas looking from the outside inward?”

“Hmmm,” she said, her head cocked as if this thought was novel, as if those two people could not occupy the same space. “Tell me more? What do you mean by that?”

“Okay, I was wondering how my Mistress was at home?” I started, painting a picture back in a familiar shared space. “Are you like the Janice I knew a week ago, or are you more like Mistress Lace to Larry? And will we ever go back, fully, to our previous professional relationship where I admit I sort of look to you as a ‘work Wife‘.”

She looked struck by this comment and this thought, as if I had hit her in the face with a fish, her eyes began to water some. She turned to the side and sniffled, obviously tearing up, before getting a distressed, then angry, then distressed and angry.

“No, Thomas, I was only like the Janice you know to you, here,” Janice said and then surprisingly sobbed. “Our marriage was over until I introduced Larry, my Vir, to Mistress Lace. Janice now is a fictitious aberration created only to work and get through this existence.”

“Now we’re back to that question,” Thomas said. “You have me. You have Melanie. I assume you have Larry. Where’s this going, Janice?”

She began to get annoyed, quickly as the triggers and the pathways that separate Janice from Mistress Lace moved from the former to the later. “Enough,” she said. “I’m soon retiring Janice to you, to everyone, she exists only to keep my job and necessary relationships.”

“That’s too bad if that’s true,” I said, feeling nothing to lose at this point, letting both my conventional being and dark side merge for a moment. “I like Janice a lot.”

She was swift and punched me square in the face, just below the right eye, and then swung and caught my jaw and mouth square with a hook like motion.

“You FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!” she said the air whistling out her teeth somewhat subdued not to be heard outside these walls. “We will soon have Melanie, and you’re only going to keep this job as long as you continue to please me.”

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I concluded Mistress Lace sole objective was to take Melanie from me, capturing her Free will and turning her against me through manipulation and Sex. It seemed our reconnecting after she getting drilled out by Vir was a turn Mistress didn’t take in account.

I went to the staff bathroom and examined my black eye forming purple on the way there telling Kimmy, my secretary, I ran into the bathroom stall look for vape users in the south bathroom. My lower lip was a tad swollen and red, didn’t fit that excuse, but no further questions were asked.

“Are you okay, really Mr. F?” the dear pregnant woman asked, her husband ditched her six months ago because it was to be their third in four years on top of a forced marriage at 17. He came home, she told him, and he said, ‘I’m out.’

“Your eyes are really starting to set in the black, and your poor little bottom lip is swollen,” she continued with her concern.

In that moment I actually felt a twinge of attraction for her sweet voice, saying ‘poor little bottom lip’, quickly visualizing the young, pregnant woman, kissing it better. I shook it off and got back to the task at hand, figuring this shit out with Janice Flaherty, Mistress Lace and Melanie.

I became obsessed with who Janice was, how she got to my small community and how I missed all of this in our previous two years of working together? She was from New York, proper; her family had money she met her husband Larry while working at a New York community college. He was in IT and she was an admissions counselor working on her counseling degree.

“People are different people at home, behind the closed doors,” was one of the first statements she made that caught my attention and drew me to her. I’d had other attractive co-workers in the past, none that never made interesting or insightful comments at all times during their working relationship with me.

One day I made my own reveling statement, sensing it might draw her closer to me. I stated, “I often feel like I’ve let my work life persona extinguish the real person inside me, the behind closed doors me.”

“So, you’re just a facade?” Janice asked me very quickly.

“For the most part,” I replied.

“If you could cut loose and show yourself, you’d like that?” she asked.

“I really would,” I said before another co-worker walked in ending the peak behind my façade.

I continued to piece together the progression of Janice and I getting closer AND reflect on where Melanie crossed paths with her. I recalled a social-emotional conference just over a year ago that Janice mentioned she’d seen Melanie.

I recalled asking Melanie and she confirmed, going a step further by saying they had drinks and dinner with a group from this area that was in attendance. I remembered her saying, “Janice and I have a lot in common.”

I found one of those essay folders left in the lost and found in my office and started taking writing things down, making conclusions, asking questions. I wrote down the names Melanie and Janice, a line underneath each and wrote specific known things about each.

I started with the hypothesis that the conference had to be the place they met and socially connected. When drinking Melanie was very flirty and frisky and would have admitted things to Janice, a skilled counselor who could manipulate the drunk easily.

My vibe for Janice early was one that she could be bisexual, easily, and that night they could have exchanged touches, comments and before Melanie could figure it out she’d be acting on latent impulses I’d wondered, if not hoped, Melanie had some bi-sexual tendencies from her constant mentioning of the appearance of female co-workers, or Hot celebrity women.

Thinking about it now I recalled Janice had gone as far as commenting on our 18 year old daughter, Kristine, after her graduation party. Kristine wore a tight and fitting dress showing off her generous breasts and Janice asked me if I approved and did ask about Kristine often

I made it through the rest of the workday focusing on school things, that was until I was messaged around 2 p.m.

“I’m done with you today”, Janice messaged, who I just responded with, “Yes, Mistress.”

I tucked the essay notebook into my bag and left for the afternoon. Kimmy saw me leaving and her no-filter self reacted quickly as I was leaving, “Oooo, Mr. F your eyes are both going to be black. Get some ice on them!”

Afternoon workouts always spun my best ideas or solutions to problems. I got stuck on determining if this was a problem that needed solved or figured out. I had a friend who would say, “it’s only a problem if it needs solved.”

I finished my run and added a third column in the essay book that read, “Mistress Lace”. She was her own person and it seemed obvious she was more than just an extension of Janice’s kinks or fetishes. And she was violent! Tossing Melanie down the stairs, her ultra aggressive talk and punching me twice.

I wrote under Mistress Lace’s column: 1) She wants Melanie to herself. 2) Aggressive split personality, wants to be rid of Janice. 3) Has threatened my job status as this person. 4) She was born from strained marriage. Questions: How far will she go? Who is “we”?

A notification sprung up as I sat and pondered the two questions, which included a link to a video chat. Clicking on it took me to an encrypted video hosting website and immediately gave me some answers.

I was not surprised at the first images cast where all I could see were naked skin, legs, bush and then a cock pushing slowly into the crevasse between Melanie’s legs.

“Holy! FUCK!!!” Melanie screamed, the shaft stopping just past the mid point, it’s smoothness being illuminated, wetness glistening from a circular selfie light. The length and width of the man’s cock quickly told me it was Larry, or “Vir” as she exclaimed. “Mmmft, Mmmft, Mmmft!”

The shaft of the cock moved back a couple inches, it’s long length apparent, width shocking and began it’s slow decent into her parting the flesh in it’s wake.

“Ah, Ahhhhh, Mmmmpt,” she groaned, shutting her mouth as he continued forward, now a good seven inches inside. “Ohhhh, Vir, SHIT!”

I heard Mistress Lace,”You’ll cum, Puella, you’ll cum hard or my Vir will fuck you all night.”

“Wow” I said out loud realizing she was punishing her for telling her that I made her Orgasm last, not Vir. The push continued forward, backing up just an inch and then all of his weight moved behind the thrust, you could see the shaft bend a little as it did want to enter all the way inside. He strained and threw his weight into the next thrust and it finally broke through, the flesh of his thighs were even with the back of her legs.

“AHHHRRGGHHHH!!!!” Melanie, my Wife, yelled the pain pushing past her limits. “OHHHH, MMYYYYY…OHHHH FUCK!!”

She didn’t Orgasm, that was for sure, she had just been busted through, somewhere, somehow, things were changed inside. Her moans were cries of pain, not pleasure. The cock pulled back and he began fucking her mercilessly, pounding her flesh again and again.

‘What’s wrong with me’ I thought as I looked down and my cock pressed in my running shorts. I was embarrassed how hard it was watching Melanie suffer as Vir’s dick impaled her for the second night in a row.

She was breathing heavy, trying to endure, trying to survive the moment for her Mistress, who’s legs I could see, the crop again buried between them, sliding over her clit, giving herself pleasure. I could hear my Wife begging for mercy, the pain seemed to be overtaking her.

“Please. Please PLEASE VIR!” she begged, exclaimed to the rhythm of his thrusts, doing nothing to slow him down. The tone changed, her legs widened, her flexibility giving him more access. “Please, Please, PLEASE DON’T STOP!!!!”

Melanie was a Division I college athlete, a high jumper who was a conference champion. She knew how progress was made building herself physically, having to endure the workouts, the pain for the reward on the other side.

Like getting it from behind the night before, she survived the moment, the pain turned to pleasure and the reward was in the moment and going to be later as they continued to build her up. What started as her begging for him to stop, turned to begging for him to continue his assault, push he limits, her legs now lifting up letting him drive down into her from a steep angle.

“OHHHHH YESS!!!! VIR!! MY STEAD!!!! YESSSS!!!” she came, her body squirming under his body, and twisting on his shaft, her walls greasing him as he pulled back, now holding her legs. Her Orgasm was visible, violent, she held herself some, there was turn pain in this pleasur.

He slowed, and it was obvious he hadn’t climaxed, not then and he didn’t for a long, long time. There was going to be no stopping Vir, as I imagined had his instructions to pump her hard, relentlessly, judging this by the slapping of his balls, rhythmically, the noise coming through my phone. Her Orgasm relaxed her legs, though, he held her firm and in position rocking her on the wide bench they were positioned onto, her arms holding it’s sides, bracing as the onslaught of cock punished her body.

He was expert at pulling most of the way back, eight or so inches, and thrusting forward leaning into her body. The camera moved to her upper body, showing Melanie’s face, sweating and tired, her teeth gritted, her eyes on her lover above her, breasts jiggling to the beat of the in and out.

I had taken off my pants and was in my boxers, stroking my cock at home on my couch, pathetic cuck of a husband, licking and ingesting my own pre-cum. I imagined Mistress Lace telling me, “That’s right, your little dick can’t grind her like Vir’s, you sniveling little child cock.”

I saw Mistress Lace’s gloved hands in my Wife‘s hair, leaning in, whispering something to her, Melanie shaking her head no, no, no. Focused on Vir, almost willing him to cum inside her and end the assault. Vir pushed her head to the end of the bench where Mistress held it gently.

Mistress Lace kissed Melanie, her lips were glistening from fluid, her tongue probing my Wife‘s mouth. She whispered again, and Melanie closed her eyes, her face showing she was ready to cry, as Mistress Lace stroked her cheek, as Vir pulled on her thighs, positioning her legs curing over his shoulders, pulling her higher his cock buried inside deeper.

Mistress continued to talk in Melanie’s ear, her eyes open and empty, slowly, reluctantly my Wife gave a nod ‘yes’. Mistress back off and in a swift moment another cock appeared by Mistress’s shoulder, moved down towards my Wife‘s mouth.

I stood up and screamed “NO! YOU BASTARDS!” as if two cocks really mattered much at this point with my own erection bouncing as I stood, a single strand of fluid drizzling to the floor.

Mistress Lace reappeared and slid to the side of the new dick, licking it’s shaft as she guided it to my Wife‘s mouth with her hand, Melanie’s eyes straining upwards, waiting, her body still feeling and moving to Vir’s thrusts. The head of the cock was large, the helmet was lowered downward and rested first on her forehead, her mouth closed, then she tilted, giving proper angle and it was pushed forward.

The man push his hips forward, the mushroom head slid forward, pre-cum drizzled a trail of wetness over her closed eyelid, down her nose as it pushed onto her tongue. He was younger, tan with a nice six-pack for a stomach.

Vir’s motion sent her forward, towards it, sliding her head further off the bench, giving the man a straight shot into her throat, helping his cock in her mouth. I saw the cock disappear faster than I could access how big it was, his Ass cheeks coming into camera now, her chin, mouth and nose still visible.

Melanie took it all quickly, on the first thrust, I could hear the gagging and coughing as he pulled back and thrust again. Then again, and again and again and I couldn’t tell what the noises emanating from Melanie’s throat were, other than the suction pulling and being squirted out around the giant head.

“That’s it Puella, that’s it,” Mistress Lace commanded, in an authoritative, deviant dictator kind of a way. “You are being baptized from both ends lover, you will forever live, with the knowledge of your sexual purity.”

The man at her head pulled back and thrust forward hard, my Wife gasped and coughed, he pulled it back and out, her eyes now looking up. The large cock helmet was swollen and bigger that I could ever imagine, attached to a slightly longer cock than mine.