The superior sex  Part 2 of 2

The superior sex
Part 2 of 2

“You couldn’t be more wrong, John. I’ve already started annulment proceedings. Rochelle found some sites I had visited online and drew the wrong conclusions. They were stories about female domination and male slavery. Rather than talk to me about them, she spoke to her slut friend, who has been divorced at least twice. Bottom line, she wanted me to become her slave, keeping me chaste by a device that would lock my genitals away so she could continue her illicit sexual relationship with her principal.

“I was playing with my new phone and recorded our entire conversation, mostly a monolog of her plans to enslave me, and I phoned my attorney. He advised annulment. There was no way I could live with her under those conditions, so I packed all of her clothes and personal effects into her car and threw her out. That was yesterday afternoon. I believe the papers were due to be filed in the court this afternoon.”

“That’s a shame, Michael. I liked Rochelle the one time we met.”

“Yeah, she had much potential, but her best friend is a train wreck regarding relationships with men. She has a long history of cheating on boyfriends and husbands, hardly the kind of person I’d want to be my wife’s best friend.”

“You mentioned a sexual relationship with her principal.”

“Yeah, going on almost as long as we were together. According to Rochelle, they had sexual relations in his office late in the afternoon. When she supposedly attended meetings with her parents in the evening, they used the nurse’s office. Worse, he is married with two children.”

“Should we talk about Jesus forgiving those who crucified him?”

“No, that won’t be necessary. It’s not a matter of forgiveness, John. It’s a matter of caring. I don’t care. I can’t afford all of the emotional energy required to hate. I have patients who need me to be at the top of my game. I just picked up another surgery—triple bypass—for Friday, so I’ll be extremely busy all week. I hoped being married would help me deal with the stress, and maybe it will, but not for a while.”

“I am sorry, Michael. I’ll remember you in my prayers. Are you going to make it to next week’s board meeting? I hope so because we’ll discuss the new health center, and your input will be important.”

“I already have it on my calendar and blocked the day off. Any procedures I pick up will have to be on Tuesday or Thursday. Unfortunately, I have more than enough paperwork to handle. I usually take it home, but I make time during the day on Board nights.” Msgr. Feigan rose and walked around the desk. He placed his hand on my head and blessed me as he had done hundreds of times. I rose, and we hugged, and then he left. He was busy, but visiting Forest Hills from Wading River for an old parishioner was incredible. On the other hand, that was what made him so special.

Once I had finished the paperwork the hospital and Medicare required from me, I phoned Rob to see how the annulment was progressing. He told me he would file in the court tomorrow morning and have Rochelle served later. It was summer, so that she wouldn’t be working. I gave him Arianne’s address, assuming that Rochelle was living there. I couldn’t think of any other place where she would go. Her parents lived more than two hundred miles away, and her sister was even farther; besides, I thought she’d want to be near her principal, especially now that she wouldn’t be getting anything from me.

‘What about the principal, Jonathan Perkins, and the school board?”

“They can be served any time you want, but I’m wondering if we shouldn’t give Mrs. Perkins a heads-up about the situation, you know…before the proverbial feces hit the fan.”

That was just like Rob. As long as I had known him back to our first year at Harvard, I’d never heard him swear even once.
Me? That was another thing entirely. I had once cursed a nurse for life when she gave me the wrong implement. How much more precise could the term “CLAMP” be?

“I think that might be a good idea, Rob. Want me to do it? I can come in late tomorrow morning. I’m pretty sure he has to work until the end of the month, so I could wait down the block until he leaves. I am a vested party in this matter, so I think I can talk with her and share the video and audio with her, too.”

“Some of that could be a bit embarrassing to you?”

“It could be, but I’m betting she’ll look beyond that. If I can tell a family that their loved one has expired on the table, I think I can do this.” We talked for a few more minutes, and then I ended the call and left the hospital, but not before passing the invoice information to the billing clerk. Then, it was a short drive to my empty home.

I was up at my usual 4:30, and since I had much time, I drove into Forest Hills to the deli for my orange juice and buttered roll. Jacob and I chatted briefly as he served a few other customers. Then, I drove eastward toward Great Neck, where I exited and went toward the Perkins home. I had been there once before at an end-of-the-year party for the staff. Rochelle had brought me just a few weeks ago, I thought at the time, to show me off to her friends. I made a U-turn past the house and parked about fifty yards away, facing the driveway.

I relaxed, took my New York Times copy, and read through it. I usually spent about ten minutes skimming through the articles, but today, I knew I had an hour or more. Thus, I was surprised when I saw Perkins run from the house with a distressed look. I had a revelation then; Rochelle texted him to tell him I knew. It was only a matter of time before he was exposed. It was going to be a lot less time than he thought.

He was speeding when he drove past me. I started the car and pulled into his driveway, parking my BMW in his vacated spot. A few seconds later, I had pushed the doorbell. The door was open, and I could see through the screen as Mrs. Perkins approached.

“Mrs. Perkins, I’m Dr. Michael Bellamy. We met a few weeks ago at the staff party.”

“Yes, I remember. You were with Rochelle. Didn’t you get married recently? I think Jonathan mentioned it last week.”

“I’m sure he did, and that’s part of why I’m here. May I come in? I have something I need to show you.” She opened the door and led me to the living room. “Umm, are your children nearby?”

“They’re next door with friends, using their pool.”

“Good, I wouldn’t want them to hear or see what I have to show you. I’ll tell you beforehand that your husband has been involved with Rochelle for about a year. Please watch and listen to her conversation with me Sunday afternoon.” I started the recording, ignoring the looks she gave me about the websites I had visited and Rochelle’s comments about them. However, her eyes grew like saucers when Rochelle spoke about her affair.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Perkins. I doubt that you did anything to deserve this. I wanted to warn you that my attorney will contact the Board of Education later. I anticipate that your husband and my soon-to-be ex-wife will be fired. You need to know the truth. I’m just sorry I had to be the one to tell you.”

“I am upset but not surprised. Jon had quite the reputation as a ladies’ man when we were in college, and this is the second relationship I have known since we’ve been married. I’m guessing there has been more that he got away with. This is the final straw, so far as I’m concerned. He begged for forgiveness the last time and swore on his mother’s grave that he’d never stray again.”

“I spoke to my lawyer yesterday afternoon, and he’ll gladly represent you and put it on my bill. I can’t see why you should be penalized for your husband’s misconduct. Incidentally, he tore out of there like he was on the way to a fire. Rochelle has gotten in touch with him, so he knows I know. I told Rochelle Sunday afternoon that she could expect to be fired, so…. Are you going to be okay?”

“Yes, I can move back in with my parents. They love the kids and often told me Jon would stray again. I hate to have to admit that they were right.”

I stood, passed her Rob’s card, thanked her for her time, and left. In many ways, this was much worse than telling a family that their loved one had expired. My patients were all seriously ill, and death was just around the corner. In this case, the marriage seemed to be alive and well. It was a shame, but I’d want to know if things were reversed.

I drove to work, bucking the late commuter traffic but arriving in plenty of time for my pre-surgery meeting with the team. I reviewed the procedure for tomorrow’s surgery, concentrating on the patient’s history and the possible problems that might arise. I was pleased to see that Mary Catherine was an active participant. All told the meeting took an hour, and we all stood and stretched before leaving the conference room. “Mary Catherine, you’re probably unaware that we have a tradition of going out to lunch together the day before a procedure. We’d like you to join us if you’re not scheduled for anything else.”

“Thank you, Dr. Bellamy; Beth told me about it after Monday. Watching you work was incredible, but may I please ask you to call me Kate? You probably know that Irish Catholics have many daughters named ‘Mary Something.” Three in my family are alone: me, two cousins, Patricia, and Anne.”

“I promise I will, Kate, but only if you call me Mike.”

“Okay, Mike, thanks for your confidence.”

“Don’t be silly. You’ve earned it and more. You’re among the finest OR nurses I’ve ever worked with.” It was true. Mary Catherine, Kate, was as sharp as a tack, often anticipating what I needed and having it available before I called for it. It wasn’t long before she was an integral part of my team.

I was working late on a Friday night, and the week had been too long due to two emergency procedures thanks to two multi-vehicle automobile accidents in two days. I had spent four long days in surgery this week. It had been a profitable week, but I was beaten.

I had just finished my last Medicare form when the office door opened. “Kate, what the hell are you doing here so late? You must have something better to do on a Friday night than hang out here in the hospital.”

“You’re here.”

“Yeah, but not by choice. Those emergency procedures caused me to be late on this crap.” I held up the completed forms in disgust. “I swear I must waste half a day completing these damned forms every week. Thank God I’m done.”

“Great! Got time to take a girl for a bite?”

I smiled. “I think I could handle Five Guys or McDonald’s.”

“If you eat that shit, you’ll wind up needing a cardiac surgeon yourself. No, I think seafood is more in order.”

Accepting her suggestion, I drove us to an extensive seafood buffet where they knew me and permanently moved me to the head of the ever-present line. We missed the six o’clock rush by over an hour, so we walked in and took our seats, ordering iced tea before entering the buffet. We started with cold-boiled shrimp with spicy cocktail sauce, talking about our lives as we ate through the shrimp, crab-stuffed mushrooms, and crab legs.

The discussion became personal when Kate told me that she had heard my marriage had turned terrible. “How are you handling the stress?” she asked.

“Not well, at least, not as well as I would have if I was married.” Kate merely nodded, and we remained silent throughout the meal.
When I offered to return her to the hospital.

“No, thanks; did I ever tell you that I minored in stress relief in nursing school? Take me to your home, and don’t think of saying no.” I didn’t say no that night and never said no to her in the future.

Eighteen months later

Following my pregnant wife, I pushed the grocery cart out of the store. Suddenly, I stopped with a lurch. Kate turned to ask, “What’s the problem, Michael?”

“Sorry, but I saw Rochelle in the dark red jacket on the right.”

“Excellent! Let’s go. I want a word with her.” She strode off quickly, with me struggling to keep up. We were about fifteen feet behind Rochelle when Kate called her name. Rochelle turned and looked up in confusion until she saw me.

“We haven’t met, Rochelle. I’m Kate, Michael’s wife, and I sincerely thank you for destroying your relationship with Michael. You could have had everything you wanted had you handled things differently.” I knew where this was headed but remained silent as was appropriate for my place.

“Michelle, come up between us and stand next to the panel truck, where only Rochelle and I can see you. Now, drop your slacks to your knees.”

Obediently, I moved my hand to my left side, working the button and pulling the zipper down. “That’s right, Rochelle. Michelle is wearing women’s slacks and pumps, and that’s not all.” Kate pulled the front of my blouse up, exposing my light pink camisole as my slacks fell. Beneath it, you could make out the outline of my dark pink bra and my small breasts. Rochelle’s mouth dropped as my lacey pink panties, matching garter belt, and black stockings became visible.

“And, there’s more, Rochelle. Check this out.” She pulled my panties down to show the custom stainless-steel cage securely locked around my cock and balls. “Okay, Michelle, you can get dressed now.” I pulled my slacks up as Kate continued.

“You see, Rochelle, you were right about Michael reading all those stories online. He identified very closely with those pathetically weak men. Your problem was that you rammed all of your demands down his throat at one time. It was a case of too much-- too soon, what we call sensory overload in the medical field. Michael is naturally submissive, but he is also terrified. He’ll never be accurate slave material. Enslaved people have no rights.
There are some things that Michael will never accept. I brought him along slowly, showing him that I loved him and that it was my love that was helping him to realize his dreams of blissful submission. That’s why I will never cheat on him or expose him to homosexuality by making him suck a lover’s cock.

He wears that cage every day, but I love his cock so much that he rarely goes more than two days before I make him fuck me until I can’t stand. I have conditioned him to lick me clean after we make love. Anything that comes out of his cock goes into his mouth and stomach. I have also trained him to take my urine. That’s convenient now that I’m pregnant. Yes, Rochelle—all of this was yours for the taking, but now it’s mine, and I want to thank you. To show my appreciation, I’ve decided to name my daughter Shelly. So, thank you again.

“I learned he was submissive our first night together. What do men always want from us?”

“To fuck us, of course.”

“That’s right, Rochelle, but I had to take the lead, undressing him and myself, then actually pushing him onto the bed. I took the top, rubbing his spongy cock head into my wet slit before taking him deep into my core. He didn’t last too long the first time, but that was okay. Once we were done, I sidled up to straddle his face, where I told him to eat me out, to clean me, and to eat me to an orgasm. We repeated that twice that night before falling asleep naked on top of the blanket. I think Michael came three times that first night, not even close to how many I had.

“The following morning, we showered, and Michael shaved before returning to bed. What do you think he said when I asked him what he wanted me to do?”

“He wanted a blowjob, of course.”

“Not even close; he wanted me to jerk him off. A man who wants that is giving control of his orgasm to his partner. I had a rotation in psych when I was studying for my RN, so I knew immediately that he was submissive. That’s more common than you might think. Many high-powered executives and doctors, too, use submissiveness to control their stress.

“I did jerk him off, but then I made him lick my fingers clean. I pulled him into the shower the following day, telling him to kneel and open his mouth. ‘I want to pee into your mouth,’ I told him. ‘Try to swallow if you can. That’s such a turn-on for me.’ So, naturally, he did as I requested. Of course, he spilled quite a bit, but he did it for me remarkably that day, twice at work in his office lavatory on Monday. He could swallow all of it when he took me back to my apartment to pick up more clothes. Now all I have to do is slide my hips forward, and he’s on my cunt in a flash. He sits between my legs, kissing and licking my thighs unless I permit him to lick and suck my cunt. I must have ten or twelve orgasms a day, although my record for a day is seventeen. I think we’ll try to break that this weekend.

“By the way, what happened with your teaching job?”

“I was given a formal letter of reprimand, and when the other teachers found out why, every man on staff was after me. I finally succumbed to a young custodian who was hung like a horse. Man, could he fuck! But we never did anything in school. I lived with my friend Arianne then, but that wasn’t a problem. He did both of us some nights. He had incredible stamina.”

“What about your principal?”

“He was fired. When I was questioned by the superintendent and the school district attorney, I told them that he pressured me into sex by threatening to give me bad reports so I’d be fired. That was only about three weeks before I met Michael. You probably know the rest.”

“Well, I’m glad you still have a job. Me, I’m happily unemployed. Nice

It was great meeting you. Thank you again.” Kate turned and pointed to her car. I turned our cart and followed her. I always followed her. That was my place, either between her legs or at her feet.

Kate had taken over every facet of my life other than my work. At home, I only had one responsibility: keeping her happy. She did everything else. My stress level and blood pressure dropped. She was strict but fair, punishing me only when I did something stupid, sloppy, or inconsiderate.

On those occasions, she striped my bottom with my belt. Once my punishment was done, she put it behind her. She consistently applied a soothing lotion to my red butt as I lay across her lap. To show my repentance, I always slipped between her legs to either take her urine or drive her crazy with orgasm after orgasm.

As I followed Kate to the car, I thought my life was perfect. I had a tremendous high-paying position and a rewarding professional life. At home, I had a beautiful, sexy wife who loved me and showed it every day through her domination and control of me. I was putty in her hands and wouldn’t want it any other way.


What a happy ending