The Evil Ex (for Angelique127)

[DreamingOfMyEx]

Poor Daniel watched helplessly as his gorgeous ex wife and the equally handsome man she'd invited to her house did what amounted to a mating dance involving the exchange of words and looks. It all made him feel so worthless. So stupid for thinking Isabelle could be interested in him when she could have her pick of practically any man in the world.

The apron didn't help his self esteem much.

And this man -- what was his name, Calvin? A Black man. A Black man! So big and tall and handsome, carrying himself so perfectly. A perfect physical specimen of a real man. The Alpha male.

Poor little Danny - overwhelmed by the reminder of all his deficiencies - just wanted to cry. Instead, he began serving his ex wife and her "date" their dinner, albeit slowly - fully aware of the fact it could be quite some time before they returned to the dining room and he would have to reheat everything.

"Fuck!" he whispered. All this has been nothing but his bitch of an evil ex wife luring him back so she could toy with his mind. As soon as the evening was over, he would have to figure a way out of all this.

"God damn the bitch!" Isabelle had tricked him into giving up his two jobs and his little house just to make him more weak and vulnerable. He didn't know what he was going to do.

His penis, for what it's worth, was hard as a rock. That made him hate himself even more.

 

[angelique127]

Isabelle was so pleased when Calvin told her that she had a perfect body but was more than willing to help her maintain it. He proved it when he boldly squeezed her ass cheeks as she leaned on the stationary bike. Calvin said the white wifes lilly white ass was a work of perfection, the best he had ever seen since coming to America. That was quite a compliment from a man who trained dozens of wives and young females. By now Isabelles pussy was tingling and wet with anticipation and she wanted him to dominate her. She saw their reflection in the mirror when he forced her pretty head up by using her hair. The dress was pushed up around her hips, with her ass exposed, the thong doing little to hide it.

" Spread your legs apart, bitch. " Calvin snarled into her ear in a very demanding manner. Isabelle immediately obeyed his demand. And when I did he ran his finger up and down her lushious crack over the sheer materail of her wet panties. " Damn bitch, your pussy is all hot and bothered just like a typical white slut ! "

" Oh please...I can't help it, it just happens when I'm around a powerful dominating male. " the helpless white divorcee' was startled when Calvin, ripped off her
thong and inserted his middle finger into her hot wet cunt.

" Your pussy is nice and tight, just the way I like it ! "

" Oh God...please...my ex has prepared us dinner ! " Isabelle protested, not really wanting him to stop what he was doing.

" You mean that wimp out there wearing that frilly apron ? " Calvin laughed, before suddenly spinning her body around and forcing her down on her knees before him. He tore off his shirt, revealing his powerful torso.

" Yes, we used to be married. " she admitted, knowing it sounded silly.

" Who cares. Take off my sweats. "

Again Isabelle did what I was told. When she did the white bitch became face to face with the biggest cock she had ever seen. It was huge and semi erect. It was even bigger than Daniels black boss. " Oh my..." Isabelle gasped when she saw the size of it.

" What you waitin' for bitch ? "

Isabelle took his monster shaft in her dainty hand and began to use her tongue, flickering across the sensitive membrane underneath the head of his cock while playing with her hot pussy at the same time. Out of the corner of my eye Isabelle noticed Danny standing in the doorway watching as the scene unfolded...

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

Danny couldn't really be blamed for his confusion and inability to think clearly. Clearly, he was overwhelmed by everything that had happened in the previous couple of days, and even more overwhelmed by the intimidating presence of the man Isabelle had invited into her home. That's why - in a moment of non-clarity - he thought they were being inconsiderate by taking so long to return to the dining room where he was waiting to serve them.

After all he was doing for Isabelle, she could at least show him a little appreciation - a little concern for his time and efforts. He had even paid for the food himself, out of what little money he had - money he otherwise would have spent on rent.

Remember to phrase it nicely - you need to stay on her good side. Just ask if she can give him some idea of how much longer so he'll know when to dish the food onto their plates.

He never got the chance to ask. Politely and quietly stepping into the doorway to Isabelle's home gym, he saw his beautiful ex wife on her knees, looking so beautiful, and so worshipful, of what could only be described as a god-cock. Huge - Black - Beautiful - just like the man it was attached to. If he thought he was intimidated before - the intimidation level just went through the roof.

Poor Danny couldn't move. Couldn't look away. All he could do was stand there, frozen in place, as tears began to run down his cheeks - one hand on the door frame to steady himself.

 

[angelique127]

Dinner was all but forgotten...

The black brute had her by her long blonde hair and was using her mouth for all it was worth. He was not being gentle, making Isabelle gag and slobber all over his huge cock, enjoying the way she did her best to please him. Isabelle was on her knees completely helpless...this guy had entered her home and took control of the situation, there was no question who was in charge, Calvin must have noticed her ex watching from the doorway because he snickered at him and continued to fuck his ex wifes mouth.

" This is how you treat and handle a white slut boy ! " Calvin sneered pulling his large member from her throat and slapping it across her cheeks. " From now on your little white bitch is going to have an addiction to big black African cock ! "

Isabelle waited for him to shoot his sperm all over her face and breasts, like a good little white cum dump. Calvin acted like owned her...

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

Eventually Danny was able to turn away, but by then he was full-on crying. Much of the reason was because of the idea he had fantasized about getting back together with Isabelle. That was stupid enough, and this showed how thoroughly incapable he was of competing with a real Alpha male. But the other reason he was crying was because Isabelle was a goddess, and no one should be treating her that way. Like a whore. Like nothing but a piece of meat.

Daniel wanted to run away. Just leave the house, get in his shitty little car without even bothering to take any of his things from the guest house. But he didn't. It wasn't just because he had nowhere else to go -- it was because of Isabelle. He was going to stay and try to make her understand that she was too good, too much of a goddess to endure that kind of abuse from any man.

I didn't occur to him that she might not want his help.

 

[angelique127]

To my surprise Calvin didn't take it any further. I so wanted that big black prize in my pussy and he did not want to give it to me even though I begged him too. He snickered and said " Maybe next time, slut. I gotta go take care of a little business here shortly. But I'm gonna eat something your wimp got us first. " With that he left the room and I heard him yell for Danny.

Feeling rejected, no man had ever dared turn down my pussy before, I rushed to the bathroom to look more presentable. The stud would be back and I still had hope that he would use me during our workout sessions on Thursday at four o' clock. God how neglected I felt, my hot pussy really needed a little bit of attention...Hmmmm I still had Danny, My ex WAS quite skilled with his eager tongue. Maybe he would be interested, dispite what he just witnessed. It wasn't like I didn't think about having my ex eat my pussy sometimes...it was all about control. I saw the way he looked at me with his hungary eyes, which was proof that Danny was still under my thumb. I had a feeling it wouldn't be all that difficult to get him on his knees and worship my needy pussy. As a matter of fact e would probably jump at the chance.

After I finished touching up my make up and brushing my long blonde hair, I removed my dress because it had cum on it, and put on my white corset with seemed white stockings, matching sheer panties { the pair I was wearing were saturated } and red heels. It was one of my favorite outfits I often wore when I was on the web cam and performing.

I strutted into the dining room. Our guest was gone and Danny was washing some dishes still wearing his frilly apron. His back was towards me. " Oh there you are...you are such a good boy, helping around the house. I was hoping you could help me out in the bedroom for a minute or so. I need my lingerie dresser moved and it is very heavy. Would you be willing to help me ? " I asked standing there with my hands on my hips like a centerfold...

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

Standing at the sink washing dishes, Daniel thought he heard her heels clicking on the hardwood floor, then sensed Isabelle behind him. He didn't want to turn around, he didn't want her to see him like this.

Daniel had experienced rough days before - the day he was served with divorce papers and found out Isabelle had just cleaned out their joint savings and checking accounts came to mind. But as much as that hurt, there was no physical assault involved. In truth, Daniel had never actually been in a fight before. Was it because he was a coward, or because he was skilled at avoiding trouble. When he turned to face his sexy ex wife, it was apparent he failed to avoid trouble this day. His face was red - partly because he was crying, but it was obvious the right side of his face was redder than the left - a clear sign that Isabelle's "guest" had slapped him. Hard. Perhaps several times. And for anyone who couldn't deduce that from the color of the cheek, there was also that trickle of blood from the right nostril.

Though it was clear where Daniel fell in the pecking order, "Master Zyaire" decided to make it clearly understood. He used that as an excuse to slap around a weak white boy, almost as much fun for him as fucking weak white boys' wives.

" Oh there you are...you are such a good boy, helping around the house. I was hoping you could help me out in the bedroom for a minute or so. I need my lingerie dresser moved and it is very heavy. Would you be willing to help me ? "

Daniel slowly turned, obviously embarrassed by what had happened. It was so confusing - thinking earlier that Isabelle might be interesting in getting back together with him, and now this. He could never redeem himself from this moment. And now, standing there in such sexy lingerie adorning her sexy body, posing like the goddess she is -- Daniel's tears began to flow heavily again. Unable to look his goddess in the eye - but unable to look away from her body - he just shook his head "yes", not even trying to speak.

Did she knew the man was being physically abusive toward him? If she had been present would she have objected, or approved of what Master Zyaire was doing? Does she even know that of all the men in the world, Daniel was the only one who worshiped her to the point he would die for her happiness?

He picked up a bloody towel Isabelle had not noticed before to dab at the trickle of blood coming out his nose. It had taken a while to slow the bleeding, and he knew that exerting himself by moving heavy furniture would make it start bleeding more heavily again - but he couldn't tell her no.

 

[angelique127]

I focused in on Danny's face particully his reddened cheek and injured nose. Her ex couldn't even look her in the eye, although he couldn't manage to stop staring at her body. Danny looked like he was slapped around by a bully on the playground. " Did Calvin hit you ? "

Danny hesitated and then nodded yes. He looked ashamed and rather humiliated. Tears were running down his cheeks. My ex was a gentle and very kind man and did not to be treated like that. " Very well, I will tell him not to ever do something like that again. "

Although I wasn't sure if Calvin or Master Zyaire as Danny had called him, would even bother to listen to me. Calvin came across as a big bully, the kind that treated females as sluts. " Maybe it's best if you get avoid him when he's here, besides he comes over at four pm and you don't home from work until after five. If he's still here just go to the guest house and hide. " I advised him. Danny boy appeared so vurnable and timid and so easy to manipulate at the moment I wasn't going to cut him any slack. This would just make him easier to control...

" Come with me and lets go into the bathroom and clean your face. " I suggested, aware that he was following me like an obediant and loyal puppy dog. No wonder I had named my toy poodle after him. And I knew he was checking out my derriere as usual. " Sit on the tub please. I got a clean wash cloth, put a dab of soap on it and handed it to him, bending over with my enticing cleaveage mere inches from his face. While in the bedroom I had sprayed his favorite perfume between my breasts..." Your cheek looks so painful, if it swells up anymore you might need to have an ice pack on it. "

Danny only nodded his eyes glued to my ample C cups. It was like he had become almost hypmotized. " Feeling any better ? " I asked, again he only nodded. " Okay then, lets go to my bedroom now."

Danny was more than eager for some reason. Once inside my room I sat down on the side of the bed a leaned back while I crossed my legs seductively. " Do you think it is too hot in here ? Why don't you take off your shirt and pants and get more comfortable Danny, baby ? " This time my ex didn't hesitate. He immediately stripped down to his tighty whiteys. Dannys body was more or less average, more on the thinner side, he cupped his hands over his noticible bulge...

" It might be not so heavy if you take the drawers out first. That way it will be easier to move over there. " I said twirling my high heel on my foot. The drawers were all filled with my lingerie and not all that heavy but... " Oh my, before I forget would you pick up my worn panties from the floor ? I must have left them there while I was getting changed. " I knew they were drenched and scented. " Oh Danny dear would you mind licking them clean first before handwashing them for me ? " I asked sweetly, I wanted to see how devoted he was...

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

" Very well, I will tell him not to ever do something like that again. "

How much more humiliating could this get? Daniel needed his ex wife to protect him from a bully??? Despite his silly little fantasy of the two of them getting together again, deep down he knew the reality of the power dynamics between the two of them. He had debased himself already just by agreeing to be her servant in exchange for a place to live and a little food. But still, after the terror he'd just experienced, Danny was willing to be emasculated by his ex even more in exchange for not being beaten up by the big scary black man.

What little comfort he took from that thought quickly faded as he was told it was best if he just his from the big scary black man every time he came to Isabelle's house. That wasn't making him leave Danny alone - it was just reinforcing what a wimp and loser Danny really is!

His state of mind at that point made it even easier for Isabelle to control him, and he followed her and her instructions just like the lost little puppy he was - the lost little puppy who was well on his way to becoming the obedient little pet. Almost naked and on his knees before his beautiful sexy ex wife, he was staring at her wet panties as if they were some holy object. Daniel was trembling as he lifted them to his lips - a veritable goddess looking down on him as he worshipped her divinity by worshiping her divine panties.

Poor little Danny. It was too confusing to think - all he could do was follow orders. At that point he couldn't have answered what's two plus two. The only thing he knew for sure was that (a) Isabelle is a goddess, and (b) he loves Isabelle.

Licking her wet panties turned to sucking them, trying to get them as clean as possible. Tasting and inhaling her sex was driving him absolutely crazy for her. The pain and the big scary black bully were forgotten and Danny's penis was engorged and leaking a steady stream of precum. He would continue this form of worship - on his knees sucking the juices from her panties - until the goddess instructed him to do otherwise.

 

[angelique127]

For some reason seeing my ex on his knees, licking my worn panties clean and submitting to my demands was arousing me. Not as much as being dominated by the big alpha personal trainer but I was in total control of this situation. Danny had surrendered his masculinity to me. I was simply amazed how fast it happened. I thought it would take at least a week for me to make him submit completely because he was so resentful and angry. Maybe being slapped silly by that big black stud had shown Danny how worthless as a man he really was. Oh yes I was going to take advantage of this, by time I was finished with him he would be alot more obediant than Danny the poodle. My loyal house boy or even my devoted sissy maid if I wished !

I was aware that my ex hubby had a stiffy and had leaked pre cum in his underwear. " Rule number one darling is that you may not make a messy without my permission, do you understand ? And if I catch you having one without my approval, I guarantee you will be sorry. I will be forced to lock you in chasity and I know you don't want that to happen to you ! " I winked at him..." Now if you do what you are told and prove your devotion to me, you may get reward, at my discretion, of course. "

Danny nodded...

" Now another chore for you will be to handwash my lingerie. I need to look nice for my cam shows on the wicked web that I model and perform in." I noticed his eyes widen in surprise. " Yes I bet you didn't know your ex wife was so naughty. I have ten thousands of followers and it helps since I can only depend on your monthly alimony which is not enough income for me to maintain my lavish lifestyle. However that is none of your concern at the moment. "

" Okay, I know I asked you to move my dresser but I think we will do that at some other time. What is more important is your grooming, if you are going to be my houseboy. So I am going to pick out a pair of my satin panties for you to wear, until I can order more. I want you in panties 24/7 even when at work. It will be our little secret. Mmmm her is a soft silky pink pair...I think you will just love the way they feel rubbing against your balls and dickie. "

I gave him a big smile as I handed Danny the feminine artical..." Before you put them on I would like you to go into the bathroom and shave off all have that unslightly body hair. And that includes not only your legs but underarms too. And don't forget your pubic area. I want your face clean shaven every day, even when you are not working. You may use my Nair but be careful not to get any in your hair "

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

Overwhelmed and confused.
Overwhelmed and confused.
Overwhelmed and confused.

There was little else that could be said to describe Daniel's state - Daniel's vulnerability - at the hands of a manipulative goddess like Isabelle. The part of his brain that recognized what was happening couldn't communicate with that part of the brain that realized the danger of what was happening, and that part of the brain couldn't coordinate with the part responsible for coming up with a solution. He was being emasculated in every way possible, from a big Black bully to a beautiful manipulative woman to the color of his new panties.

That part of his brain that told him to run away from this place couldn't connect with his feet, while some other part of his brain was reminding him that he had nowhere to go. That part of his brain that reminded him of all the reasons he had to hate his bitch of an ex wife was drowned out by the part telling him what a privilege it was to suck her juices from her underwear, and the part that told him real men don't shave off all their body hair was interrupted by the part that knew how badly he needed an orgasm.

Not being familiar with everything a beautiful sexy woman could do with a computer, he was amazed she had thousands of followers - all of whom presumably paid money for the privilege of seeing her do naughty things in front of a camera. Amazed but not surprised, or surprised but not amazed. This too, was confusing, but one thing was for sure: Isabelle was a goddess, and she deserved for men to make offerings to her. Thousands of men.

Then it hit him. He was getting to see in person the very thing ten thousand men were paying to see on a computer screen! He was being treated - for real - the way ten thousand men wanted to be treated by a goddess but couldn't find a goddess to treat them this way!

Just as overwhelmed, but less confused, Daniel burst into tears and lowered himself even more before the goddess. On his belly, he began showering Isabelle's feet with kisses - Grateful to Her for even allowing him in Her glorious presence.

"I love you" he whimpered through the tears and sniffles. "I love you."

I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you ...

Eventually he would rise - his need to orgasm no longer as strong as his need to submit and serve the Goddess Isabelle - and do as he was instructed. That did not, however, mean his need to cum went away completely. The urge to rub himself was overpowering - especially in the shower as he had to lift or move aside his unimpressive private parts to shave.

Daniel couldn't believe how lucky he was - and he would try very hard not to displease his owner - but he was only a weak submissive male. If she sent him away, he would die, because life without Goddess Isabelle would not be worth living.

 

[angelique127]

I couldn't believe the transformation that was taking place right before my very eyes. Danny was completely devoted and loyal and ready to worship me. Why hadn't I thought about doing this when we were married ? I could have had my cake and eat it too. Back then he was a little more 'manly' and confident about himself, losing his job and having been raked across the coals by my lawyer all contributed to his sudden emasculation. Being slapped around by a big bully and being helpless certainly helped the situation. What was so surprising is that he didn't put up ANY resistance, Danny just groveled at my feet, kissing them and declaring his love for me, treating me like a true goddess ! It reminded of a video I had recently seen where these submissive older men got on their knees and worshipped these young pretty girls toes and feet. They were known as 'goons' or 'goonies'. Of course these men were pussy free. Danny was going to be alot more fortunate than that, at least he was going to get to eat my pussy whenever I so desired.

What was taking him so long in the shower, I wondered. He better not be masturbating in there, it would the perfect place to make a messy and not get caught doing it, by rinsing away the evidense. Perhaps in the future I should cage him before he took a shower. Maybe even when he was at the office...that might be a little extreme, for now we would work on a trust basis until I caught him cheating. Actually it would be very easy to hide the proof if Danny really wanted too, just remove his panty in the restroom or cum into a tissue. Some pre cum stains were to be expected but totally rinsed cleaned panties might be a dead give away. On the other hand I wasn't too concerned, if I asked him if he did it, Danny was honest, almost too a fault, and would probably confess.

" Danny, darling, what is taking you so long ? "

After a few seconds I heard the water shut off. It was about time. I needed my new houseboy to clean off my toys that I was going to use for my tonights cam show. If I had more time I would make him give me a nice pedicure. Of course I would have to teach him first. Finally he emerged wearing his sheer panties, his hands covering his little dickee. Danny looked so meek and mild...

" Don't just stand there, make yourself useful. You will find some toys in my dresser that need to be cleaned before my performance. After that I expect you to kneel and polish my heels with your tongue, panty boy. "

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

It was the hardest thing he had ever done -- Danny somehow resisted the urge to masturbate in the shower.

His beautiful sexy manipulative ex wife had him so worked up that every cell in his body was screaming for the blessed relief of orgasm, but there was something else at play: His love for Isabelle.

How crazy is that? Love? For the evil bitch of an ex wife who took everything from him and destroyed his life?

Yes. Because she reached deep down into his psyche - in a place that harbored needs even he didn't even understand - and extracted all his weaknesses to use against him. And she used them in such a deceitful way that he would thank her for it. In a more lucid moment Danny might think something along the lines of his life was over anyway - eking out a worthless existence in abject poverty with no hope of happiness - but in his current state of arousal lucid thoughts could only exist as a distant memory or some elusive thing to be pursued in the future. Maybe some undefined distant future, or maybe after the next orgasm. Regardless, the orgasm had been suppressed and he was more helpless after emerging from the shower than entering.

It was as if he could feel his brain melting away as he complied with his ex wife's orders. Cleaning her sex toys, thoughts of where they had been and what they had done. The devastating realization that she had used them in front of hundreds, maybe thousands, of other men. She could have all the men she wanted - while to him Isabelle was the center of his Universe. The only woman in his Universe.

With time left before her next "performance" Danny began on Isabelle's shoes.

He loved her so much - and was determined not to orgasm until she gave permission. He hoped it would be soon.

He couldn't even remember when he had begun to cry again, but realized he was crying as he knelt in the goddess Isabelle's closet - still in sight of her - cleaning and trying to polish her heels with his tongue. She had lots of heels.

 

[angelique127]

Oh God why didn't I think of making him my obediant panty boy when we were married, I thought as I watched him out of the corner of my eye while sitting at my make up table touching up my make up in the mirror. Maybe I should get him a collar that emblazzened with 'Bitch Boy' or 'Panty Slave' ! His transformation was almost complete. I could see the total devotion in his eyes when he looked at me.

" Good boy, why don't you take a break for a moment. I don't want your tongue getting all tired out polishing my heels. I have something better for you to do. "

I stood up and sat on the edge of the bed and parted my legs. I wasn't wearing any panties..." Why don't you crawl over here on your hands and knees. I would like to have my pussy worshipped before I do my cam show. For some reason my pussy is all hot and bothered ! "

Danny dropped my heel in a heartbeat and eagerly crawled between my thighs. I was beginning to love the power I had over him. Alot. He just kneeled there like a loyal puppy waiting for instructions. I slipped my middle finger up and down the lips of my pink a couple of times, letting him watch. When it was nice and wet I held it in front of Danny's nose and told him to inhale my musky scent..." Lick my finger clean please. "

Danny nodded and did as he was told. " Does it taste good ? "

Again Danny boy nodded. Spreading my legs even further I grabbed him by the hair and pulled his entire face into my pussy, " If you want a little cummy tonight you better give me one first ! Do you understand ? "

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

By that point Daniel was so overwhelmed he barely realized what was happening - what his beautiful evil ex was doing to him. Barely aware - but somehow knowing everything was right in his world. This is where he belonged. Eagerly licking his goddess' fingers - painfully aware of his need to orgasm but feeling as if her denial was deserved for some reason. Twenty four hours earlier his life was was worth nothing and he had no hope for the future. Now he had a reason for living, even if he wasn't aware of what that reason was. If his brain could tell him anything, it was that as long as he did what Isabelle told him to do, he would be okay.

There was even hint of a reward for being compliant - a "little cummy" - something he knew he needed badly. The fact his goddess/owner was willing to allow it made him love her even more. Instinctively he buried his face in his ex wife's pussy and began licking as if his life depended on it - or more important than his life - as if his goddess' orgasm depended on it.

How ironic that for a man with no reason to live other than to please his evil manipulative ex wife - that several states away there was a law firm trying to contact him about an inheritance that would grant him freedom from want and despair and would set him up for life.

But for now all he could do was try to whisper desperately "I love you" to the very woman who had destroyed his life while he was desperate to please her with his tongue.

 

[angelique127]

Danny eagerly ate my pussy, was it my imagination or did his skills improve since our divorce. My ex husband seemed to have much more enthusiastic and talented. " Oh yes baby ! You are such a good houseboy ... you know your role...eat my pussy...oh God yes...yesss... make me cum ! " Needless to say, I gushed all over Danny's face ! " Oh God that felt sooo good ! "

I was purring like a kitten, basking in the afterglow ! A mistress could get used to having a devoted houseboy around the house in the evening. Maybe tomorrow evening when he got home from work, I would ride his face and smother him with my pussy, after he did his chores of course. I leaned up on my elbows, Danny was looking at me with adoring puppy dog eyes, pleased with himself. I sat up and crossed my legs, Danny kneeling before me. I could see his dickie was erect, pressing against the sheer material of his panty. To his credit, he had obeyed me and not had a little accident...although I had intended to keep him in denial for a few days, I decided to permit have a reward, after all he earned it...

" Very well Danny, would you like to rub your dickie on my nylons ? They are so soft and silky... but be warned that if you have an accident you will have to clean up your little mess with your tongue. It's up to you... "

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

With each passing moment Danny's love, infatuation, lust, and general helplessness grew. It was as if his capacity for rational thought (and self preservation) had been surgically removed. In reality it hadn't - but was was rendered useless by hormones and wishful thinking. To his mind, Isabelle's offer to let him rub his "little dickie" on her nylons was the equivalent of her saying "I love you, too" and he was euphoric at the prospect.

His love for his evil ex wife (and his wanting to prove his love for her) had somehow prevented him from jerking his little dickie in the shower - that was something of a miracle. Now, minutes later, even more aroused and horny for her, the slightest touch of little dickie against her nylon-encased leg made his orgasm a certainty. The "point of no return" was practically the same as the point at which he first made contact.

Had Daniel been a big strong virile Black man, like Mister Black or Master Zyaire, there might have been a huge mess to clean up. But then if Daniel was a big strong virile Black man he wouldn't be on his knees rubbing a little dickie against his ex wife's leg - he would be shooting a huge load from a huge black cock directly into Isabelle's eager pussy. Instead, a little pathetic noise that sounded a cross between glee and helplessness accompanied a little spurt of cum onto Isabelle's perfect leg. More dribble than spurt. How fitting that Danny's little cummie was so much like Danny himself. Weak, white, barely noticeable, a mere inconvenience for a goddess like Isabelle. Something easy to remove and never to be missed.

Danny's brain still addled by hormones and confusion, he quickly licked his own ejaculate off Isabelle's leg as she had directed - overjoyed that his ex wife loved him again.

 

[angelique127]

I must admit, I was filled with a certain affection for my devoted ex husband. I liked him so much better now than before when we were married. Maybe it was because he put my needs first before his own selfish interests and was so eager to please me. Truthfully I don't know why after how I treat him just like a little loyal puppy dog who begs for a treat. Danny seemed to enjoy his reward for being a good boy and did lick up his messy and clean my stocking afterwards.

Just then I heard my cell phone ping. " Danny please hand me my phone from the dresser. This my be important ! " It was from his handsome black boss Darius reminding me of our lunch date tomorrow at the hotel's restaurant. He reserved a room for us upstairs afterward. Just like before when I convinced him to give Danny his job back. Mmmm that was just such a delightful afternoon. A strong dominant alpha male just has the ability to bring out MY submissive streak.

" Your boss wants to take me lunch tomorrow for some reason. " although I really knew why, " This will give me an excuse to wear my new dress that I been dying to wear ! "

I rushed to the closet and pulled off the very expensive tight red mini and modeled it in front of my three way mirrow. With my matching stillettos I knew I would look like a slut ! I was so excited...

Feeling generous I dismissed Danny for the night but not before I said he could spend the night in the guest room in the air conditioning instead of the hot guest that didn't have one. See I could be nice sometimes and not such a bitch.

" Oh and don't forget to make the bed before you leave for the office. " I reminded him...

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

Like most men - but more so - the hornier Daniel got the less capable he was of thinking clearly. And like most men, once he had an orgasm (and after he recovered from it) some clarity of thought began to his overtaxed brain.

It didn't do him much good.

Isabelle looked just as beautiful and sexy as she did before he came on her leg and licked it off. He was still dependent on her for a place to live - and a job. Did he really love her, or was that just the hormones talking?

Whether it was love or hormones or something else, he was overcome with jealousy at her mention of having lunch with Mr. Black. Why should HE get to spend time with Isabelle? They had apparently already had their meeting and decided Daniel was a value to the company and should be re-hired. They had nothing else to talk about, did they? Then, when he saw the sexy red dress and heels she planned to wear, that was almost too much. Almost, but he still managed to hold his tongue. After all, if he upset Isabelle, she might decide he she didn't want him living with her after all.

--

Next morning, after he made the bed as Isabelle directed and got ready for work, Daniel left a note for her in a conspicuous place for her to find after he left:

--

My dearest Isabelle,

Last night was the most incredible night of my life, and I am so happy to be living here with you now. The future looks much brighter now, and I am determined to show you a different Daniel than the one you married (and divorced) all those years ago. I've grown a lot since then and know I can be a better provider - like you deserve. Sure, we have a lot to work through -- but we love each other, and love can conquer all.

There is something I have to warn you about: That dress you planned to wear to lunch. We both know how attractive and sexy you are, and of course I understand you like to look your best at all times. However, there are things I think you don't understand about men, and about some men in particular. I'm concerned that Mr. Black might misinterpret your intentions if you wear that. I know you went to a lot of trouble for me to get my old job back, and men like him who are used to women throwing themselves at him could easily misinterpret that dress - as if you were wanting to "thank" him in a special (sexual) way. Not only could that be awkward for you, but even dangerous not knowing how he might take rejection. And it certainly won't help our future together if he retaliates by firing me again. My plan is to eventually make enough money that I can support us both so you don't have to do anything demeaning for money. So please - consider wearing something more modest - and save that dress for when *we* can go out sometime.

All my love -

Dan

 

[angelique127]

How dare he think that he has the right to tell me what I should wear to lunch ! I thought after I read Danny's note. I read it again. My ex husband was so naive sometimes. Like I knew nothing about men. Why if he only knew what I had to do to get his job back ! Not that I minded. Since our divorce I had aquired a taste for big cock. The bigger the better. And his boss definately qualified, along with my attorney, Robert. Speaking of Robert, he was supposed to get back to me on my former husbands inheritance. Robert told me not to worry and advised me that I could get at least half, if not all of what was in poor Dannys will, since we were married at the time. Of course no one how much it was yet or if they did no one was telling. And if I got my hands on the money I wouldn't have to to do anything 'demeaning' as Danny mention. I rather liked showing off my body to men and other women on camera. It excited me and never failed to make my pussy all hot and bothered !

The note also told me how much he loved me...this worked to my advantage of course. Danny should be grateful that I permitted him to be my houseboy and worship me in private. Do you know how many men would die to be in his shoes ? The prove was in the pudding, maybe I will let him read all the comments I recieved from my fan club on the web cam.

I decided to wear the dress, besides I have been dying for an occasion to wear it, It showed off my lovely long shapely legs and clinged to my derriere. It also revealed my enticing cleaveage, especailly with the help of my push up bra. I just loved the way all eyes turned to look at me when I walked into a room, it made me fill like a goddess...

Before I left for my lunch date with Mr. Black { he liked to be called Sir in private and referred to as master } I posed for several selfies in my three way mirror at different angles and sent them to Danny on his cell phone of me modeling the dress with this message...[ Thank you for your sweet note, it's nice to know you care ...don't worry about me I know how to handle a man. I sent you these photos of me hoping you will appreciate them. Don't you dare play with your dickie at work, remember we are on a trust system and you can not have a messy without permission from me first. If I find out you been cheating I will be forced to lock you in your cage and keep you in chasity. Oh and if I am late don't forget to do your chores and walk little Danny }

I smiled and pressed send...

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

At work Danny sensed that he was getting far less respect from the other employees than he had when he worked there previously, and was overburdened with the sort of "busy work" that had previously gone to underlings - new employees and interns. What had once freed up Daniel to do more important things, now Daniel was being used to free up other employees to do more important things. On thinking about his new situation, Daniel was a little surprised Mr Black hired him back at his old salary. He foolishly never even considered the money was a mere drop in the bucket to Dairus Black, or that the money was more a gift to Isabelle than a salary for her ex husband.

The pictures Isabelle sent to Danny resulted - of course - in a big erection (well, as "big" as Danny was capable of) and before long a wet spot in front of his trousers due to the precum he was leaking almost continually. Perhaps it was fortunate that nobody paid much attention to Daniel, so nobody even noticed the spot. What they did notice, however, was Daniel's ex wife when she came to the office to see Mr. Black.

No supermodel had ever owned a runway the way Isabelle owned the foyer of Mr Black's office complex, strutting past all the mere humans with her tight clingy short dress showing off legs and breasts in perfect form, her beautiful and perfectly made up face framed by beautiful and perfectly made up hair, not a one out of place. The only thing preventing the younger males from rushing off to the restrooms for a little privacy was their not wanting to leave and miss Isabelle walking back past them on her way out.

Poor Danny, not thinking clearly, started to rush over to say hello to his ex wife, to tell her how beautiful she looked. Obviously, he hadn't caught on to the fact that he was nothing more than one of Mr Black's lesser employees, and lesser employees didn't approach Isabelle when she came to visit. They were only allowed to worship her from afar.

"Oof.." - Both men too focused on Isabelle as she passed, Danny had run into a nerdy young white college guy - some sort of computer whiz - knocking a stack of papers out of his arms. It would take an hour for the two of them to recompile the papers back into the right order. Meanwhile, many of the other men in the company would be in the restrooms masturbating to images of Isabelle - some images in their minds and for others it would be images they managed to capture (discretely of course) on their phones.

How ironic to think of what Isabelle would be doing the whole time these two loser white boys, Danny and Sylvester the computer nerd, worked to fix the accident she caused.

 

[angelique127]

My new dress obviously got everyones attention, which was just I as I intended. They could look but they better not touch...I was interested in one thing only and that was the powerful alpha male, not some inferior lesser male. Those days of pretending a 'smaller' man could possibly please me were over. Of course my ex husband was the exception for the time being. Danny was my devoted panty boy and had proved his worth.

Darius had hired a limo to drive us to the hotel/resturant. On the way I unzipped his pants and took out his big black cock and gave him a blowjob, doing my best to please him. Darius had my phone and took several pictures of me worshipping his cock and sent them to my ex husband for his enjoyment. Let poor Danny eat his heart out ! If it wasn't for me he would still living in a run down one bedroom apartment on the bad side of town, working two jobs just to make ends meet.

Darius cummed in my mouth before we pulled outside the luxury hotel. I managed to swallow almost every last drop, except for some cum that dribbled down my chin. I licked my lips and dabbed the rest with my handkerchief before re applying my lipstick and exiting the limo with my handsome black stud.

We enjoyed a wonderful lunch, although I wouldn't have minded having room service in the room Darius had reserved for us afterward. It was going to be a splendid afternoon for me being dominated by my ex husbands black boss and sending pics and videos of it to Danny for his viewing pleasure...

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

"So you see, darling - if our clients do choose to remarry, there is no need for your client to require mine to sign a prenup. She's the one with all the money, and he is virtually destitute."

Andrew looked up from his knees where he had been worshiping the pretty young lawyer's feet, glaring at Julia as if she were evil personified. Lawyers may not be a principled lot in the eyes of most people, but they still had laws, rules, and a code of ethics to follow. Julia had just informed Andrew that none of the above applied in this case.

"You bitch" he whispered, as much because of how expertly she had led him down this path as what she was going to do to his client - the man they both knew would be inheriting a great deal of money soon.

"And that's why you love me, isn't it?"

He didn't answer.

Julie glared down at him now, her expression and the tone of her voice warning him she'd better not have to ask again:

"That's why you love me. Isn't it?"

Andrew lowered his eyes, nodded, and whispered "Yes Mistress".

---

It wasn't as if anyone expected Isabelle and Daniel to marry again, that was just one possible way she could get her hands on all of Daniel's money -- but Julie wanted to ensure all her bases were covered.

---

What began as one of the happiest moments in Daniel's life - when he began seeing pictures of his sexy ex wife appear on his phone - turned into one of the worst days - when his boss Mr Black started appearing in the videos. How could Daniel be so foolish as to think Isabelle would want to get back together with him? When she was far far too good for him. Too smart. Too sexy.

Too manipulative.

Had he learned nothing from the divorce???

Daniel spent several minutes alone in the men's room. Ironic in light of the fact that several male coworkers had used that room minutes before to masturbate over real life but fleeting images of Isabelle passing by in all her sexual glory. Now Daniel had live images of her on his phone, fucking his boss, and all he could do was cry in agony.

As soon as Danny could pull himself together he would leave the office, telling the secretary he was going home sick. It was only his second day back since being rehired. He would probably be fired.

He didn't care.

 

[angelique127]

I got home from my date after nine pm and the house was silent. Poor Danny the poodle was prancing around and I could tell he had not been taken for a walk. Going into the kitchen I saw the dishes had not been rinsed and put in the dishwasher. Where was Danny and why didn't he do his chores ? I looked out back and the poolhouse was dark so I went down the hall and checked the guest bedroom. Danny was sitting on the side of the bed and I could tell he had been crying like a baby.

" Why haven't you done your chores ? Is it too much to ask that you do something around here ? I let you live here rent free, and you do nothing but take advantage of my generosity ! "

Danny just sniffeled, unable to look me in the eyes.

" Just look at you, I have never seen a man so pathetic as you ! " I scolded him. " You go to my bedroom immediately and strip down to your panties and wait for me on your hands and knees. If I find out you have had a little accident today when I didn't give you permission, you will be very sorry ! "

I had a feeling Danny had made a messie in his panty after I had sent him those photos and videos. Of course I could punish him and put his little dickie in a cage but he would do nothing but whine and beg for release. For now he would have to enjoy his creampie, like a good little cuck...

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

Poor Danny just couldn't catch a break. As terrible as he was feeling when he arrived home - Isabelle's home - he still took her damned dog for a walk. He didn't enjoy it, but he did it, because he wasn't the type to abuse or neglect animals. How ironic that the dog seemed to hate him so, and he was taking care of the dog anyway, and then when Isabelle returned home she accused him of not taking care of her dog anyway. Danny was jumping around because he was excited to see his owner/mistress, as any good male pet should.

Daniel didn't even bother to try to explain this to Isabelle - she had already made up her mind as to what happened and that was that. Neither did he try to explain he was going to put the dishes in the dishwasher but there were so few of them and he planned to just wash them by hand later but forgot. After all, he had a lot on his mind - like the fact his ex wife had once again crushed his spirit and took away his reason for living. She wanted to accuse her ex of having an unauthorized orgasm thanks to her showing off at the office (and afterward) while the irony was her poor pathetic ex was the only man to see her that day who DIDN'T have an orgasm because of it. A man's heart can be broken too much to even care about sexual release.

Perhaps the only reason he was even home when Isabelle returned was because he had nowhere else to go. Isabelle had made it clear she didn't love him and never would - that his only role in her life would be ---- would be what? Servant? Slave? Certainly someone she didn't care about, unless it was to humiliate or hurt him? All those things pathetic weak men like him fantasize about when they want to masturbate to Femdom porn, but that nobody would want to happen to them in real life. Only this was real life, and it was happening to him, and he didn't like it. Nevertheless, there he was a minute later on his hands and knees in his Mistress/Owner's ornate bedroom, wearing only the silk feminine panties she made him wear - his little penis getting hard in anticipation.

He couldn't understand. He wasn't sure he wanted to understand.

Why was he still in love with Isabelle?