Alternate Therapy

I am lying in my bed, in the guest room. My wife Leigh-Anne just shared the depravity my life is heading to: Victoria (my sixteen-year-old) ruling all the sex to be had, and me not getting to fuck my wife unless Brad Davis (a subordinate of mine) agrees. It seemed the triplets had a sexual explosion as well, and everybody was fucking everybody, except me. I had sensed something was off, especially with Victoria. I just never expected this, my wife, pregnant by another man who is now ruling my household as a proxy for my baby girl. There was no way I would have even consented to this ten years ago. I was working my ass off, and she assumes I am fucking students as Brad had made her believe I was cheating.Now I know why I always had to talk to Brad and Larry about their work not being on time the last few months. They were fucking my wife whilst I was cleaning up after them, every day until after seven. I was working long hours so Brad could have family time his tardiness robbed me of, and that with my family. The most hurtful part is when my wife told me he had a bigger cock and was a much better lover than me. I got up and put on my running gear as I needed to get rid of the pain. It was one in the morning. I walked past Victoria’s open door, Marty and John were in her bed, John fucking her whilst Marty yanked his cock. She grinned viciously at me, and I knew. I will not consent to this. I had recorded the conversation as I had a feeling it will be bad.I pounded the streets. I had been doing it for a few weeks now, just at five normally, not one. I ran to the river, ten miles away, and I sat on a bench. I was pissed that Leigh-Anne thought I was screwing co-eds, but I know who her source was. I trotted back home and saw my now ex-family in the dining room talking.“Bill, we were worried.”“Sorry,” I grunted and walked to the bedroom where I pulled track pants and a t-shirt from the shelf. I took my briefcase and car keys.“Bill, aren’t you going to kiss us goodbye?” Leigh-Anne asked.“Yes daddy, I demand it,” Victoria said, that same grin on her face that I saw at one that morning.I just turned and walked. Somehow they felt like aliens to me. I felt no emotion. At the office I called Brad in, handing him a written warning.“You have not been on time with your reports three times in a row, Brad.”“Don’t push, Bill,” Brad threatened.“I have been covering for you and Larry, and this is how you repay me.”“You will be cut off completely for this.”“You say it like it is a bad thing.”I had already gotten my head down, and I waved him out. I had a student conference, Becky Smith. She was failing, and she was dressed to seduce.“Becky, I know what you think you are going to do. It will not happen, I am a lousy lover, according to my wife, and I care for you.”“What can I do then, I have to get this credit?” She started to cry.“I am well aware. I need an assistant, which means an extra credit for you.”“Really, me?”“Yes Becky, as long as you don’t try to seduce me.”“Okay, when do I start.”“After your classes, we can work out your schedule. I must warn you, some others in my department will grab your ass.”“Thanks, and it will not happen.”I handed her a letter to the administration, declaring how she will earn her extra credit and that I will be giving her tests regularly so she can get her grade up. I found a gym close to home and joined. If I was going to be single because of this then I want to be ready to catch someone’s attention when I have recovered. I kept the pain down but it was simmering. It was better than blowing up. I had enough work to keep Becky busy for months, thanks to Brad and Larry. I left after everybody had gone, knowing Brad will be at my house. The gym was clean, and I hired a trainer for all-around training. That evening I arrived home to my family having dinner with Brad, so in my mind, they became his.“We have dinner for you.”“I ate,” I replied tersely and walked upstairs.I emptied out my cupboards and moved to the spare room. In the coming week, I will clear out the basement, and create a living space there for myself. Somehow that did not really hit me that hard. I heard Brad leave, and Leigh-Anne came upstairs, then gasped.“Bill, why have you moved out?”“Oh, I assumed you would want privacy. This just seems better.”“It is not, I told you we are still married, and I want us to be married. I just need to heal from the pain of your cheating.”I shook my head at her and how she really thought she had all the cards. She wanted a cuckold because I allegedly cheated on her.“You placed another man above me in my own house, Anette. I actually realized the allure of sex with you has been tempered by that.”“Well, you are not exceptional, so I was not looking forward to it either but I am your wife.”I just shook my head and carried on packing my things away.“Please Bill, it is for just a while.”“I gave Brad a written warning for his sloppy work, the reason I had to work late so much. He threatened I would be cut off. See, that is what you are allowing.”“Please, the department will find out and you will be embarrassed.”“I am humiliated. And my daughter and sons, you all see me as pathetic. You did not stop it when you could as you should have. You escalated it.”She turned after swearing at me. I slept well enough and went for my run. My family became passing ships within a week. One afternoon a week I used on a prostitute, asking her to teach me to be a better lover.I could see Leigh-Anne and Victoria sharing looks when I came in. They would be wearing skimpy outfits, and I knew they wanted me to ask for sex. By the middle of the next week, I moved to the basement with its separate güvenilir bahis entrance. This meant I had no need to see them, which made me calm. I saw the neglect of the house, my boys were not doing their chores.“John, Marty. The lawn needs mowing,” I said.“Fuck off cuck,” John answered, and high fived Marty.I mowed the lawn that Saturday, after Brad fetched them for a picnic. My body was responding to the training, and I was eating differently, so I was losing my extra fat, not that I ever had much. That Monday morning, Victoria waited for me at the car.“Daddy, can you take me to school?”“Bill, you have a new daddy. I will take you, though.”I saw her face fall, and it hurt me. But she had to understand what she is doing, that it is her doing that I am pushed away, her and her mothers. We left.“Why do you not like me?” she asked as we drove.“I like you, just a lot less now that you have started enjoying my humiliation.”“You have not asked me for sex – I would give it to you.”“With a condom, as per Brad’s wishes?”“Yes.”“Then no. I would have considered it. But see, sweetie. You would need permission, which means the act in itself humiliates me. I will not ask.”“And if I give?”“Again, with or without his permission?”“With,” she said softly.“No, sorry. Your mom is the same story. You don’t want me, the boys disrespect me. You want me to be your house slave. And Victoria.”“Yes, Da…Bill.”“Don’t push me, okay. You have already started to lose me as your father.”“Please, don’t leave.”“You are pushing me away, Victoria. You are choosing for me to leave. Please take some time to think about me and my feelings.”“Jesus Bill! Just stop being so difficult, please.”“Have a nice day, Victoria.”She sat, looking at me as I looked ahead, then she got out and slammed my door. That evening, after I got home Leigh-Anne was waiting for me in the basement.“Bill, can we make love?”“Pussy, without a condom?”“No, you know the rules.”“Then no, sorry.”“Am I not beautiful to you anymore?”“Is that what this is about? He says you are beautiful, and I get pushed away?”“No, yes. He makes love to me.”“No condom and pussy, then I will make love to you too.”“Fuck you, Bill. This was your last offer.”“And when he leaves, or do you have another lined up?” she swore at me and left. I stripped and showered, only to find my two sons in the basement.“You should be grateful we let you stay, cuck,” Marty said“We could say the word and you are out,” John added“Perhaps you should find out who actually pays for all of this, boys, before you start thinking you are men.”“Fuck you.”“John, start searching for a blood donor, I know it is almost time. You have not shown me any respect, so my blood stays in my body.”“You fucking asshole!” He screamed and ran out, Marty following.I felt my breaking point approach and was at a loss. I needed an anchor as I was adrift in an emotional storm. The next morning Becky was there on time and I did consider trying to seduce her, knowing from her looks at me that she would easily fold. But I respected her too much to turn her into a cheap fuck.Thankfully the confrontations at home subsided to some form of equilibrium in the next month. I was steadily dropping the flab as I ate better and trained. I bought myself a Kawasaki Ninja, and used that most of the time. I barely saw my family now, just heard them try to rub it in when Brad came around.One afternoon I came home and saw Vicky with Veronica Smythe, her friend. I had always liked the raven-haired beauty with her green eyes, and she was sweet to me. Today was nothing different as she walked to me and hugged me.“Hey, Mr Waters. Looking trim there,” she commented.“Just trying to not get old. You are still just as beautiful as I remember.”She blushed and thanked me. I walked to my entrance without greeting Vicky and I saw the hurt on her face. I decided I was not going to engage any of them again, they will now have to do all the work if they want me back, and I suspect they don’t. Vicky and Veronica stayed outside chatting.“Why is your dad using the basement?” Veronica asked.“Because.”“Is his office down there?”“No, he lives there.”“Jesus, are your parents getting a divorce?”“No. My dad cheated.”“Bullshit. There is no fucking way that happened.”“What the fuck do you know, you fucking weirdo. Just fuck off home,” Vicky snapped and I heard the front door slam.I quickly walked out and saw Veronica crying. I called her to the basement and gave her a soda. She calmed down after a bit.“Did you cheat?” she asked.“No, but it is a moot point. They have responded in a way that will probably never make me part of the family again.”“What do you mean?”“Leigh-Anne is pregnant with another man’s baby. The kids prefer him and have given him all my privileges.”“They threw you away?”“Yep, so I need to make a plan.”I saw Veronica mull something over.“Have you eaten yet?”“No, Veronica. If I want dinner I would have to sit at the table with my family and the man they replaced me with. I will go to a restaurant later.”“Take me home, I will cook for us. I think I am done with Vicky as a friend.”“Okay, I have a spare helmet and a jacket, though it will be a bit big.”We left and Veronica held on to me. I was sure I felt her rub my chest a few times, but I put any thoughts on that line out of my mind. At her house, I finally met her mother, Diane. They could be twins, as Diane looked very young. She smiled secretively at me when Veronica told her that I was there for dinner. I wondered if I was being set up. We all started doing something in the kitchen, and the banter was cathartic. Veronica insisted on showing me how to cut the vegetables, holding güvenilir bahis siteleri my hand that held the knife. She teased me about not knowing anything, and I noticed Diane look at us every few minutes, smiling. Veronica decided I needed better instruction and slid in front of me, still holding my hand.She leaned back against me as she made a show of teaching me, but I was only aware of her perfect gymnast ass in my crotch and I got hard. I was about to step back when she rubbed her ass on my crotch, and there was no mistaking that move. She turned around and gave me a hug, then kissed my cheek. She pulled back and I looked into her eyes. She was searching my face, and I smiled. This settled her and she carried on with her part. She would return to show me again, and I chanced my other hand on her hip the next time she had her ass in my crotch. She quickly grabbed it and pulled it around her, holding my hand as I felt her hard abdomen.“Are we okay, Vee?” I asked softly.“I am, you are not.”“I do not follow,” I said as her words confused me.“Will you trust me, William?”“With what?”“That I want you free. That I want you without pain.”“If I say yes, then what?”“I need you to say yes, please,” she begged as she turned and looked into my eyes again. I saw that she definitely was pleading.“Say yes, Bill. My daughter will never do anything to hurt you,” Diane said behind me as she also wrapped her arms around me from behind.I had no idea what was happening, but their touches made me say yes. That earned me a soft lingering kiss on the cheek from Veronica. They held me for a while and I felt the pain subside. Maybe this will be a family for me and I wondered about Diane. But all the signs said Veronica, the lithe sixteen-year-old beauty holding me was the one driving it. We ate dinner, and I was very aware of Veronica’s proximity as her hand often landed on my thigh as we chatted. Her eyes always searched mine when we made eye contact, and her smile was starting to wear my defences down. I dropped my hand and took hers, feeling the smallness and her thumb gently caressing mine. I started to see the little features on her delicate face: the way the tip of her nose moved as she spoke, the slight dimples when she smiled, the light smattering of freckles on her light skin, the way her eyes changed colour based on her mood.I knew what was happening as she seduced me in front of her mother. I wondered how far she would go. She answered that question with a soft kiss, this time on my lips. Her lips parted for just a moment as did mine.“Do you trust me, William?” she asked after the kiss.“Yes, Veronica. Why me?”“The heart wants what the heart wants, and I have been in love with you for a while.”“What happens now?”“I start working on you, William. But you have to fully grasp how much I love you. You have to understand that I will never approve of their actions because I will never approve of the destruction of a soul.”“I see the care on your face, so I believe you.”“Promise me that you will not back down, that you will fight for yourself, and ultimately for me, and us.”“Us?”“William, I make choices based on what I know, and I choose you because I have never felt uncomfortable or hurt by any of your actions. On top of that, I think you are a beautiful man.”“I promise. What do I have to do?”“Be obedient. Trust that my commands are there for your benefit, not your humiliation. That part of your life is coming to an end.”“Okay. How much power do you want?”“All of it, otherwise it cannot work. Please, my darling. I beg you to do this.”“Okay, I will. Just because you are so compelling. What happens now?”“My mom will take you, I will go and prepare. Please, William. Stay the course. You will understand.”I just nodded and we stood up. Diane took me to a back room, and I saw a few apparatus that seemed to be for BDSM situations.“She needs you to strip, Bill,” Diane said softly, her smile reassuring.I nodded and started to strip. I had nothing more to lose, my family had taken my dignity already. I was finally naked and Diane smiled when she saw my cock, but it was not a pity smile. I sensed approval on her face. She motioned me to a frame and I let her strap me in. Then Veronica came in. She had dressed in a black leather mini skirt that barely covered her crotch. Her legs were glorious. Her corset was royal blue velvet and she wore knee-high boots. Her hair hung loosely over her shoulders. I had never imagined she could look so breathtaking.“Tell me, William. Do you trust me with your heart?” she asked again.“With whatever is left of it,” I answered.I had no idea where the switch came from, but it hit the side of my ass and it burned.“Ow, fuck!”The switch spoke again, and I yelled again. Veronica hit me ten times.“Do you trust me with your heart, William? Yes or no?”“Yes, Veronica.”“Mistress.”“Yes, mistress,” I said softly. She gently touched my cheek with a gloved hand and I turned my face into her palm. I felt the emotion well up.“Do you believe that you have value?”“Yes, mistress.”She had moved the switch and my other side was hit. She hit me three times.“I will not tolerate a lie, are we clear,” she said.“Yes, mistress.”“Do you have value?”“No mistress. I am worthless.”She hit me again, then touched my cheek again.“Will you believe me if I say you have value?”I made eye contact with her and my tears started to flow. I wanted to believe her so badly, but she opened up that wound and it was bleeding.“Not yet, mistress.”“You will, my darling.”“Yes, mistress.”“Can you still love?”“Yes, mistress.”“Will you love me?”“Yes, mistress.”“Why?”“Because you are amazing.”The switch whistled three iddaa siteleri times.“Why?”“You want it.”She hit me again, and I wasn’t sure if she was drawing blood.“Why?”“I want to?” I answered, feeling the answer circle, and hoping I was getting it right. I did not and she hit me three more times.“Why, William?” she asked softly.“I need it?”She came forward and gently kissed me.“Yes, William. You need it. You are a man who has to love, and to not love will kill you.”“Yes, mistress.”For the next hour, she guided me with the switch through the things I had made myself believe about who I was after my family became the aliens they are now. I felt a lot of physical pain, which countered the emotional pain. I was sobbing bitterly as my mistress led me to a spiritual mirror, and showed me the false beliefs I had attached to myself.She finally stood in front of me, her legs slightly parted. She lifted the switch and it touched my cock, which immediately started to respond. I was rock hard in seconds.“Do you desire me?” she asked softly.“Yes, mistress. Desperately.”She stroked my cock gently with the switch.“Cum for me.”I did, shooting my load on the floor. I stopped orgasming, realizing I had never cum as hard. I realized another thing. I was completely under her spell now. She tucked the switch away and fetched a bottle of oil. She proceeded to gently wipe it into the places she had hit me, her lips finding mine as she worked. I was desperate for her touch, for her to hold me. She loosened my bonds and opened her arms. I knelt in front of her and held her against me, as the raw emotion heaved out of me with rasping screams. Her fingers gently ran through my hair as she started to sing softly. It was a lullaby and I felt the peace return again.She pulled me up and then wrapped her arms around my neck, this time kissing me deeply. We kissed for a long time, her in her leather outfit and me, buck naked. She led me to her bedroom and pushed me into the shower, then stripped herself before joining me. She was incredible, her dark bush perfectly trimmed. Her hips were narrow and her breasts small. Her nipples were dark pink. I pulled her against me again. I knew I should want sex desperately, but I did not. I wanted her against me. I wanted her to hold me. I wanted her to validate me.We showered, and she washed me. I then washed her and we repeated it when we dried off. She led me to her bed and tucked me in, then got in behind me. Her nipples drilled into my back, and her fingers made circles on my chest. I fell asleep, only waking the next morning. I turned to find her awake and smiling softly. I lifted my face and kissed her softly.“You slept well, William,” she stated.“I did, thanks to you loving me.”“Do you truly believe I love you?”“Yes, mistress. I do not dread today, knowing that you had to hurt someone you love for me to have this. I understand your sacrifice as well.”“Thank you. We are not done, and there will be more pain.”“The pain in my heart is reduced.”“That is what I want.”She snuggled into my chest and I folded my arms around her, keeping her safe. She sighed softly, kissing my chest a few times before her breathing slowed. I held her as she slept, smelling her shampoo. Had Vicky done this she would have had me. But now I was happier than yesterday, and I had hope. I dressed her and she dressed me. Diane had made us breakfast, and she smiled a satisfied smile when she searched my face, as well as Veronica’s. I dropped Veronica off at school and went home to change. I found a dejected Leigh-Anne waiting for me.“Where were you, I was worried?”“I slept somewhere else, and it was heaven to have peace.,” I answered tersely.“Please Bill. I see us as married and we can work this out. You are stronger than this.”“Leigh-Anne, what if I did this to you? Moved you to the basement and brought another woman whom the kids loved more than you? What if the kids then broke you down? There is nothing in your current actions that hint at you actually wanting to work anything out.”“You wouldn’t do that to me.”“Yeah, which is why I am broken and you love to see it. I am not entertaining any more conversations, Leigh-Anne. Even if you tell me that you will end it with him, I just don’t fucking care.”I turned away and went into the basement, where I changed my clothes. I came out and realized my car was gone. I found Leigh-Anne in the kitchen.“Where is my car?”“Brad likes it, so he took it today.”“Yeah, it figures. He has ten minutes to bring it back or I call the police.”“You will not, Jesus.”“Please try me on this,” I growled, reaching for my phone.Eight minutes later Brad arrived back and I gut-punched him hard. I threw his papers and briefcase all over the lawn and left. He arrived ten minutes late for work and earned another written warning.“Please Bill, this will tank my career,” he said, far less arrogant than before. I was sure he was understanding where the power balance leaned.“Yeah, you should have thought about that when you decided to take my family. Sucks that you actually don’t have any power.”“I own your family, and I will relinquish them if you stop this.”“You have work to do, Brad. Have a nice day.”Veronica texted me regularly, just jokes and silly stuff. I responded in kind. Becky breezed in and immediately noticed my change in demeanor. I explained that I found a different therapist, using alternate methods. During Veronica’s lunch break, I told her about the car, and she suggested I find my own place or move in with them temporarily. I opted for the second choice.I took the afternoon off and picked Veronica up from school. She searched my face after kissing me softly and sighed happily. She still had me. We drove to my home and I packed my clothes and other things I would need. Veronica drove my car to her house and I took the bike. It was cathartic to see my former home vanish in the rearview mirror.