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August 2
Dear Ken, I know you won’t be reading this but it’s good for me to write my thoughts. It helps me. I miss you. I miss you so much Sweetheart. I’ve been awake now for four days and I have not seen you even once. Why are you avoiding me? Why is Tim the one caring for me and not you? Where have you gone? Please come. I need you. I love you. I can’t bear not feeling your hand holding mine or not touching my face. Oh, I miss you.
August 5
Kenny, something is not right. I’ve had lots of time to think. Where ever you are and whatever you are doing, I don’t know, but something isn’t right. This is not my Kenny. It is not like you to stay away from me. We are always together – something is so wrong. All Tim will tell me is you are with Tracy; that she keeps you busy upstairs; that you are sleeping with her. OK, I made a mistake. I gave her permission to be your mistress. I went too far. I am so sorry for giving you to her but you are still married to me! Damn it. Where are you!
August 8
I’ll be up in a few weeks. The nurse says my bones will be strong enough to put weight on them soon. I still haven’t seen Ken. I cry myself to sleep every night and think about him all day long. All I’ve seen is Tim. Both Ken and Tracy never come by. Not even once. She’s up to something. She’s done something to him. I can hear footsteps upstairs so I know they are here. What could she do to make a man that loves me so deeply not even want to see his wife? She is an evil woman. Beautiful but evil!
August 12
I’ve had enough of this! She and I will have a talk as soon as I’m up. This is my home and she is a guest! I can see the anxiety in Tim when I talk about this. He is torn. He knows something is not right. The man is a good man but married to an evil woman who has stolen my husband. I can’t understand why he caves to everything she tells him to do. Enough is enough.
August 29
After another week of weight bearing exercises with the physical therapist he felt she was strong enough to walk stairs and begin every day activities. He had been to her house daily to stretch, exercise and encourage Katie to move. Everything hurt but she fought through the pain and slowly gained motion and strength, even while still mostly limited to bed. Her hard work and stubbornness paid dividends and her body responded accordingly. She had done everything he had asked and more during those weeks and now the time had come. Katie thanked him as she walked with his assistance up the stairs for the tenth time. Each time she stopped two steps from the top. She didn’t want to open it until she knew she could do it on her own. She was well aware that once she opened that door, all hell was going to break loose.
Later that day she drummed up enough courage and ascended, grasping the handle she turned it and pushed it open. It had been a long-long time since she had been back in the main part of her home. She found Tracy sitting alone.
“We need to talk, you bitch!”
Tracy’s surprised look was replaced by an arrogant one. “Whatever you want.” She said nonchalant. “But before you do, let me show you something.”
From the coffee table she took items one by one and gave them to Katie to examine.
“Here’s my checkbook. See the name and address on it?” she said as Katie took it. “Recognize the account number?”
“No.”
“Here. Maybe this will help.” She handed her a document containing the bank logo, and a notarized statement verifying Tracy as the account owner. Turning to the second page, Katie’s eyes widened as realization occurred.
“You didn’t!” she gasped reading the balances on the three bank accounts.
“I did. I was a busy girl while you were downstairs recovering. And there’s more. Here.”
Taking another stapled group of papers she saw her 401K now with Tracy’s name as the only one on the account. Next was the car title, the other car title, the boat title and finally the deed to the house. All with the name Tracy Longfellow on each document.
“This is not legal. There’s no way this will hold up in court!” Katie hissed.
Tracy relaxed, confidently. “The way I see it you have one of two choices,” she said ignoring her comment. “You can leave now and be gone or you can submit to me and I’ll let you live her as my sub. I need a woman to eat my pussy and to play with now and again.”
Katie stared blankly saying nothing.
“Tell you what. I’ll give you a day or so to decide.”
“Where’s Kenny?”
“You mean my sub?”
“Where’s Kenny?”
“Upstairs waiting for me.”
“Get him down here. I need to get out of here and think and he needs to drive.”
Tracy smirked satisfied with her foes predicament. “Sure. I’ll let him drive you. But I want you to know that he is mine. That’s why he never came to see you. He only wants me.”
“Get him down here now!”
Tracy called him on her cell and he immediately appeared in the hall outside the living area.
“Ken?” Katie called.
He looked at her, taking her in as if he hardly knew her. “Hi.” He finally mersin escort said.
Tracy snapped her fingers and Ken stood before her. “You are to drive her wherever she wants but before you go, eat!”
She spread her legs lewdly and he knelt, burying his head between her legs while she tossed his hair to and fro with her fingers.
“See what I mean Katie? He’s mine. I own him.”
“You did something to him. That is not the man I married.”
“I did do something to him. I gave him my body to enjoy and its twenty years younger than yours. Men are so easy.”
“There’s more to this.”
“No, there’s not. He made a choice and his choice was me. You have two days to decide. If you stay I’ll explain what I expect. If you go, then you are to be out of here permanently. Two days.”
“You disgust me!”
Tracy smiled. “Two days.” She held up two fingers and repeated, “Two days.”
“Kenny, go to the car. I’ll be there in a few minutes.” She rose and left, gingerly walking toward the stairs but he didn’t move. His face remained plastered against her cunt eating obediently.
Before she disappeared downstairs, Tracy called, “He’ll be there when I’m good and ready to let him go. Right now,” she moaned as his tongue rekindled those wonderful feelings in her loins, “he’s busy taking care of me.”
“Ten minutes, Kenny.” Katie stated firmly. “Don’t you dare keep me waiting.”
“Get out of here old woman. Beat it!” Tracy snapped.
She strode to the door. Just before closing it behind her she yelled, “Ten minutes!”
Twenty minutes later Ken appeared. Katie was not happy. She called him over and slapped his face hard. “Why did you keep me waiting? I told you to be here in ten minutes, not twenty!”
“I was busy,” he said blankly.
“What’s wrong with you? Are you drugged?”
“No ma’am. I’m fine.”
“We’ll see about that. Get in the car.”
A half hour later Katie sat in the office of a dear friend. Beth had a counseling practice in town. They had known one another for years and met for lunch often. Sometime later Beth appeared from behind a closed door and immediately noticed the worry on her friends face.
“Hi Katie.”
Without an introduction, Katie said hurriedly, “Do you have time to talk today? I’m at a loss to know what is up with him.”
Seeing her concern she answered, “Sure, come in. I always have time for you.”
With that, the three entered her office. Beth phoned the secretary to have her next appointment rescheduled. Turning her attention to Katie she listened to the long and complicated story of how she came to meet Tracy, the subsequent mistakes she made giving her access to her husband and the auto accident during which time everything went terribly wrong. Throughout the conversation Beth watched Ken intently, for not only did she know Katie but she was well acquainted with him. When Katie finally finished with her tale and expressed her concern for his sudden change in behavior, Beth asked a few questions to each before giving her opinion.
“I think he is in a trance.” She said frankly.
“Do you think that’s it?”
“I do. I can see it in his eyes.” Turning her attention to him she asked, “Ken,” she said. “Does your Mistress have you do anything or say anything every day?”
“Yes, ma’am. Every morning and every night and then she lets me eat her pussy.” He went on to explain the mantra the two recited. He spoke as if he was offending no one, although Katie sat listening with tight lips, trying to hold her emotions in check.
“Can you help me?” Katie asked pleading.
“I sure can. Let’s get him out of this state and back where he belongs.”
She darkened the room, lit a candle and took out a pendent, swinging it gently in front of him. Telling him to watch the moving gem, she slowly walked him back into a semiconscious state. Asking him several questions she eventually learned the key word that had been used to put him in this spell and used it to release him from one that had held him captive for over a month. Satisfied with how he had responded, she walked him back out of the trance she had just put him in to work her magic. She put the pendent away and sat quietly. Slowly he woke, blinked as if he had suddenly woke in a place he he was unaware. Looking around he focused first on Beth and then on Katie. When his eyes fell on her, he burst into tears and threw himself on her.
“Oh Mistress!” he cried, “I thought you had died.”
Katie’s eyes welled with tears and they flowed steadily down her cheek as she held the man she loved so dearly. Beth watched the emotions flow as the couple bonded once more.
“I’m OK.” She said finally.
“I missed you so much. I missed you so much.” He kept repeating. “But I couldn’t find you. No one knew where you were.”
“It’s OK Baby, I’m here and not ever going to leave.”
For a long time she held him. They hugged, kissed and hugged one some more. Ken’s emotions went in cycles, expressing remorse and loss, then desperately clinging muğla escort to her and then kissing her longingly. Finally he calmed, and Katie broke their embrace realizing Beth had been sitting only a few feet away watching the entire time.
“That was so beautiful to be a part of,” she said. “There is no charge for watching him react as he did.”
“I don’t know how to thank you. Please let me pay for my time.”
“Oh Katie, I’ll have none of this. You can treat me to lunch when we next meet and we can call it even if you insist.”
“Thank you my dear friend, Thank you.” Katie embraced Beth gently, her body still weak and frail.
Two hours later, having just finished lunch in which they laughed and talked nonstop Katie paid their bill and left Dumplings, one of their favorite spots to dine.
“Do you think he will see us?” She asked him once in the car.
“It seems like we are making a habit of forcing ourselves on others today. We can at least try,”
“I love having you back.” She squeezed his thigh and smiled that beautiful smile that always made him melt.
“Me too, Katie. Me too. I can’t believe she did this to me.”
“It’s over. That’s all that matters. You aren’t hers anymore.”
Entering the office of Michael Douglass, esquire, Katie asked the woman at the front desk if the attorney was in and available. The cute brunette paged him and a moment later the door opened. Michael stared surprised and then extended his hand to Ken.
“What in the world brings you here?”
“Mike, this is my wife Katie. We’d like to talk to you about Tracy.”
“Tracy! That nutjob? What has she done now?”
Katie glanced first to Michael and then to the secretary and back again. “May we talk to you privately?”
“Absolutely. My apologies for being a little to candid in front of Patricia. She knows me well enough to realize that everything said in this building remains confidential.”
“That’s nice to hear but I feel more comfortable if she didn’t hear the gruesome details,” Katie said smiling.
“Does your wife know about everything that happened with you and I and Tracy?” Mike asked candidly.
“Unfortunately she does. We just got done having a long talk about what happened that night. That’s when I remembered you were into estate law. We need some good advice from someone that understands property cause she’s done something that has to be illegal.”
Mike smiled. “I can only imagine.”
“We would like to use you to help us with getting us out of a bind we are in with regard to our assets.”
“Like I said, that woman is crazy. Beautiful but nuts. What did she do?”
Katie spoke, “Somehow she had everything I own transferred into her name.”
“What?” He exclaimed.
“The deed to our house, cars, boat, our 401 K, our bank accounts, everything. Nothing has my name on it. Everything appears to be hers. She showed me the documents. I don’t know how she did it but she did and they seem ligit.”
“She had to get an attorney to make that happen.” He laughed, “I don’t mean to make light of this but I can only imagine how she got him to do all this.”
Everyone shook their head knowing exactly what he was thinking.
“Can you help us?” Katie asked.
“Yes I can. It may take some time to get all this mess undone but yes, there are ways to retrace her steps and undo it all.”
“So you can get everything reverted back into my wife’s name?”
“Ken, people can’t just do something like this that easily. I don’t know what she did but it’s not going to stay that way.” He shook his head amazed at Tracy’s brazenness. “Like I said, she’s nuts!”
“Can you have our assets frozen? I have over a $100,000 in checking accounts that I don’t want her to get to.”
“I’ll need the account numbers,” he said picking up the phone.
Katie quickly fumbled through her purse, finding the numbers she had scribbled down on a scrap piece of paper and handed it to him. “Judge Thompson, Michael Douglass…”
Hanging up the phone he said in a satisfied tone, “Done!”
“Thank you!” And with those words she closed her eyes and took a deep cleansing breath.
“Michael, you are the man!” Ken reiterated.
“Oh, this will be a satisfying job. I can’t wait until I subpoena that woman and her accomplices. I might have to serve it myself, just to see her face.”
“Maybe you should. She is a bitch and she went after the wrong woman!”
“My advice to you is to keep this quiet. You never came to me. Don’t say anything. She will find out sooner or later when she goes to use her debit card or make a withdrawal.”
“Sounds great. But I am going to stir the waters when I get home and lay down the law.”
“If you didn’t it would be better,” Michael stated. “I might be able to get the subpoena as soon as tomorrow. If we know where she is, it will speed the entire process up. Just play her game for another day or so.”
Katie smiled. “I think we can do that.” She said standing and offering her hand in gratitude.
“We’ll nevşehir escort be in touch.” He said.
When they got back into the car Katie gave her husband strict instructions to act as if he was still under her power. Although he balked at the thought, he eventually agreed, knowing he really had no choice as her submissive. He also realized all that was at stake and doing what he must was essential given the circumstances that had so abruptly changed.
So much had happened in one day; so much good from Katie and Ken’s perspective and so much good from Tracy’s point of view as well. However she had no idea what had gone on while Katie and Ken were out. If she only knew what Katie had been up to she would have never permitted her to take him with her as her driver. Sometime in the late afternoon they returned. Tracy watched from the window as Ken exited the car and walked deliberately into the house, without either opening Katie’s door or waiting to walk beside her. She smiled.
“Nothing has changed. Oh, she is going to be mine too,” she murmured.
When he appeared, she greeted him with open arms and a wet kiss that lingered until long after her foe walked in. Katie appeared tired and weak, and indeed she probably was. Little did Tracy know that much of her demeanor was a facade.
“Nice day out with my man?” Tracy said still hanging all over Ken.
“I’m tired Tracy. I need to rest.”
“Sure, I’ll get Tim to bring you some dinner.”
“That will be nice. I need to sleep. I ache everywhere.”
“Sure Katie, you sleep. I’m going to catch up with Ken on all that you did.”
“Whatever,” she said heading downstairs. She could barely contain her smile and the laugh that was bursting at the seams.
“How about you and I talk upstairs in the bedroom?” Tracy said grabbing his crotch.
“Yes ma’am,” Ken replied smiling.
“Were you a good boy while out?”
“Of course.”
“You didn’t do anything I’d disapprove of?”
“We walked. We had lunch. Katie visited a friend she has known for years.”
“You did well. Now let me reward you. Kneel and lick my pussy.”
Tracy slipped out of her jeans, stood at the foot of the bed and placed one foot on the mattress, opening up her sex for him to enjoy.
“You are beautiful Mistress,” Ken moaned as he came to her.
“I am. I know. But I love that you remind me so often. It lets me know just how much you love me.”
“I do,” he muffled, his mouth now pressed firmly against her moistening pussy. Soon she began to grind on his face and he reciprocated by tonguing her ever more deeply. As her emotions billowed she grabbed his head with two hands, and violently used his mouth, tongue and nose to bring her to a powerful orgasm.
Ken tended to her throughout the night, eating her, fucking her and eating her again. The night ended as it began with her asking him the same questions that he responded to in the same way:
“Who do you obey?”
“You, my Mistress.”
“Who do you serve?”
“You, my Mistress.”
“Who do you long to please?”
“You, my Mistress.”
“Then come. Worship my body.”
And so he did, first tending to her face, then her breasts and then her pussy, eventually nestling between her legs where he fell asleep. The following morning the two began their day the same way it had ended and Ken treated her once more to a powerful orgasm. She had him perform his service while she took a shower. While she clung to the showerhead, with water running down her body, he licked and ate, gulping in water that fell from her body along with the juices she naturally secreted. As she neared she wrapped both legs around his shoulders, squeezed them tight and dug her heels against his back, effectively pulling his head into her sex while she came screaming with delight.
After she calmed she had him repeat the process once more back in the bedroom, this time while laying supine she sat on his face. This final time Tracy squirted, something she had never done before. A large amount of fluid gushed forth from her pussy as she came, filling his mouth to overflowing. The culmination of him spending an hour between her legs, the fact that she was about to take ownership of both he and Kate, and now the squirting that took her completely by surprise, resulted in wave after wave after wave of delicious and glorious emotions that flooded her mind and body.
“Ohhhhh yessss!!” she gasped. “Ohhhhh yessss. Come oooo-nnnn, Oh, my god, you feee-lll soooo good,” she said again and again.
Her encouragement only made him quicken his hastiness to bring her over the edge. And over the edge did she go.
“OOOOOHHHH, mmmmmmmm, aaggghhhhhhh,” she screamed. Most of her utterances were unintelligible but all revealed the immense passion and desire she felt for Ken and the joy he brought her throughout the day – and would be bringing her now indefinitely.
Soon after the quivering, shuttering spasms had settled, and Tracy had regained some control of her emotions, Tim knocked on the door informing her that someone was here with a certified letter she needed to sign.
“What in the hell do you want?” She snapped.
“Michael, the guy you had here the other day is here with a certified letter you need to sign. It looks official. He’s an attorney.” he said cowering from her outrage.
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