“Morning, John,” said Eleanor as her husband joined her out on the veranda for breakfast.

“Morning, darling,” he replied, bending down and giving her a light peck on the cheek as he pulled up a chair to join her.

“Mmmm,” she mused, as she gazed wistfully out over the veranda to the ocean beyond, “it’s certainly shaping up to be another glorious day!”  “Don’t you think?”

John seemed to be lost in his newspaper, though, barely answering as he fumbled for a piece of toast with one hand.

“Preserve?” offered Eleanor pointedly, as she pushed a rather ornate small silver decanter across the table in his direction.

“Oh, ..ah, thank you, dear,” he said helping himself to butter.

Eleanor watched despairingly as he attempted to butter a piece of toast with one hand whilst at the same time leafing through his newspaper with the other.

“Yes, it was clearly time to press, on!” decided Eleanor suddenly tiring of the whole sorry spectacle.

“Ah, Wolleson,” she summoned, laying down her napkin and snapping her fingers.

John looked up, seemingly taken by surprise, as Wolleson appeared out on the veranda.

“I’m going for a dip,” announced Eleanor looking her husband straight in the eye. “And Wolleson will be coming with me!”  “Make sure you’re ready when I get back!” she said pointedly as she rose from her chair. John looked a more than a little crestfallen as he watched them go.  “This was the third dip this week!”

“And, was that just the faintest trace of a grin from Wolleson?” he wondered as he watched him struggling to keep up with her.  Rage suddenly boiled up inside him. “Yes, one of these days he told himself, he’d wipe the smile off the stupid bastard’s face!”  Deep down inside, though, he knew it would never happen – he was too much of a wimp.

Glumly, he gathered up his newspaper and began to tidy the breakfast things away. A short while later he heard the sound of the front door closing as they departed. “How long would it be this time?” he wondered as he stood there at the kitchen sink doing the washing up. Then, he made his way to the laundry where he ironed fresh sheets and pillow cases for the day ahead. Upstairs in the bedroom, he remade the bed taking extra care to ensure everything was as it should be. Then, he made his way quietly next door to the spare room.

Pulling the curtains to, just a touch, he began to undress, taking off his shirt, socks, trousers, and underpants, before folding each in turn and placing them neatly in the bottom of the wardrobe. Then, opening the drawer below, he took out a pair of sexy black high heel shoes, a black pvc basque, a long blonde wig and a cock ring. Laying them out on the bed, he gazed down at them  before starting to dress.

As he did so, he couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of himself in the wardrobe mirror. His backside still showed a few faint traces from the thrashing Eleanor had given him earlier in the week. His heart sank. Quite how it had come to this, he couldn’t say, but this was how it would be, he knew, from now on.

Putting the cock ring on and straightening his wig, he checked himself in the wardrobe mirror one last time before getting down on his hands and knees on the wooden floor. Looking up at the clock on the mantelpiece, he noted the time. It was 10:30am.

“Yes, this was it now until they returned,” he knew.  “How long would it be this time?” he wondered.   “Two hours, three hours, ..longer?” As usual, he had no way of knowing. One thing he did know,  though, “Eleanor would take her own sweet time!”

After half an hour or so, his knees began to ache. Then, his shoulders. He dare not move though – Eleanor had forbidden it! The minutes began to drag by as he struggled to block out the growing pain and discomfort. Try as he might, he kept being dragged back to the present and the predicament he found himself in. He thought about the two of them enjoying themselves at the beach. Eleanor cavorting about in the waves, her wet swimming costume clinging to her body, showing off every contour as Wolleson looked on appreciatively from the shore.    

More rage boiled up inside him. “The bastard!” he thought to himself. “Why, one of these days…” The fluttering of the curtains in the light summer breeze suddenly brought him back to the present.

“How had it comes to this?” he wondered again as he knelt there on all fours in the dimly light room. True, Eleanor had always had a controlling personality. Indeed, it was one of the things that had first attracted him to her. Over the years, though, she he had gradually taken control over every aspect of his life. Subtly, at first, with little things like what clothes he was allowed to wear. Gradually over time though things had evolved to the point where she now controlled his finances and was making most of the decisions about every aspect of his daily life.

And then, one day she had decided they needed a home help. “After all,” she had argued, “they were earning more than enough money now and could easily afford it.” “What’s more,” she announced, “it would give her more time to devote to other interests!”  Quite what those interests were, she didn’t say but he’d gone along with it anyway just to keep the peace.

And so she’d got Wolleson in. Quite where she’d found him, he never found out, but again he accepted it, albeit reluctantly.

That was six months ago and a lot had changed since then. Wolleson was now, it would seem, a permanent fixture, occupying a position somewhere between chauffer, personal assistant, and …lover!

John wasn’t at all happy about any of it but there seemed to be nothing he could do to change the situation. If he mentioned it, Eleanor would either slap him down with a rebuttal or fly into a rage. John always backed down at that point  - he loved her and simply couldn’t bear the thought of losing her. What’s more, she now controlled his finances and just about every other aspect of his daily life. So, he had simply put up with Eleanor’s ever growing demands and her increasingly outrageous behaviour with Wolleson. “There was simply nothing he could do about it…”

(ii)

Suddenly, he was jolted back to reality by the crunch of tires on gravel and sound of an engine in the driveway.

“Yes, they were back!” he realised with a start.

Laughter and high spirited voices ensued followed by the sound of a key being turned in the lock.

John tensed as he waited on all fours in the spare room.

Then, the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs. The door was suddenly flung wide open and there stood Eleanor, hands on both hips. Wolleson appeared briefly behind her as he made his way to the bedroom.  John was sure he must have seen him down on his hands and knees on the hard wooden floor, but it was the last thing on his mind right now.

“Well, dearest,” said Eleanor as she stood there in the doorway. “You know what’s coming now, don’t you?!”

“Yes, Ma’am,” grovelled John as he waited there on his hands and knees.

Eleanor stepped past him and, without saying a word went over the wardrobe. Bending down ever so slowly, she leaned over and pulled open the drawer. John’s blood ran cold as she began to rummage through the items inside.  Eleanor took her time.  She could feel his fear and it excited her. “This should do!” she announced at last, pulling out a whip and laying it on the bed. John recoiled in dread as she stood once more before him.

“And what is THIS?” she asked pointedly, motioning to a wet patch beneath him on the floor. John didn’t have to look, he knew what is was  - he’d simply been unable to prevent his pre-cum leaking out onto the polished hardwood floor.

“Tut, tut, tut,” she said disapprovingly as she prodded his cock with the end of her shoe. The cock ring fell off and landed on the floor next to the mess. John started to shake uncontrollably. Slowly she unbuttoned her blouse and began to remove it.

“Yes, he was in for an absolute hiding now!” he knew. “It was SO unfair, he simply hadn’t been able to help it!”

He watched and waited nervously as she took a couple of hairpins and began to pin her hair back. ”Yes, she was in a vicious mood today,” he realised as she picked up the whip and prepared to take aim. He was sure both she and Wolleson MUST have had sex earlier. “It always made her act this way!”

And so, Eleanor started to lay into him, each full bodied cut tearing the life out of him, sending him sprawling headlong across the floor. Soon he was howling for mercy.

“You FILTHY bastard!” she hissed through gritted teeth as she laid into him with everything she had. On and on it went as she beat the life out of him.

Meanwhile, Wolleson next door could hear absolutely everything, the yelps, the awful screams, the desperate pleading for mercy. So he stretched out naked on the bed and waited. Then at last after what seemed like an eternity, things fell silent.

“My God !” he thought to himself as he listened closely to the sounds of poor John lying there on the floor sobbing and moaning, “she must have really given it to him this time!”

As he lay there on the floor covered in hideous purple welts, John was only dimly aware of the sound of the door closing as she went next door to join Wolleson.

He struggled desperately to come to terms with it all but it was simply no use.

Then, through haze he heard it…

“Aaaaahhhh,” “Nnnnffff,”  “Aaaahhhhhhh……”

“Oh my God,” he realised, “Wolleson was FUCKING her!”  “Yes, the bastard was FUCKING her and there wasn’t a thing he could do about it..!