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The Third Wheel – Part One
The bar was fairly busy for a Saturday night, it was a popular venue, well known for young singles looking for love or maybe just shorter term adventures with the opposite sex.
Zoe & Rob looked a little out of place, sat quietly together at a table in the main bar area. Zoe was dressed quite provocatively in a short black leather skirt, cream satin blouse and high heels. She was used to attracting many admiring glances, tall, with an hourglass figure she naturally drew men’s attention with little effort. Rob looked like he was dressed for book club or church meeting, grey slacks, a checked shirt and light blue cardigan. Instantly forgettable. The typical odd couple. They didn’t look particularly close, not showing each other any attention, no conversation, to the idle observer they could have been two strangers thrust together by circumstance.
Zoe’s eyes were scanning the room, looking for something or maybe someone. Rob was sitting with his hands clasped in his lap, looking down at the floor, apparently disinterested and oblivious to his surroundings.
Neither of them noticed the young lady leant against the bar looking quizzically over at them at first. She was a stunner, long blonde hair, dressed in a short, tight figure hugging dress and high stiletto heeled shoes.
She pushed herself away for the bar and headed towards their table looking intently in their direction.
“Zoe, oh my god, is that you”.
Zoe looked up, surprised, she didn’t expect to see anyone she knew here, especially not an old friend from her university days fifteen years earlier.
“Lisa” she exclaimed excitedly, “how lovely to see you, how long has it been? “You must join us please, sit down. Bobby move over and let Lisa sit next to me and go and fetch another bottle of Prosecco and two glasses” she demanded, “and get yourself another lemonade if you’ve finished yours”.
Rob jumped up and moved quickly towards the bar, he hated being called Bobby, she knew that, but he didn’t dare object or refuse.
The two girls spent the next couple of hours drinking and catching up. Neither one of them paid Rob any attention other than Zoe’s occasional demand for more drinks.
“So who’s this then”, Lisa eventually asked as though she had just noticed Rob for the first time, “aren’t you going to introduce me?”
Zoe laughed, “oh no one important, he’s officially my husband but I don’t really see him or treat him that way. I look at him more as my attendant, my obedient little servant.”
Rob looked down in embarrassment, he knew they were both more than a little tipsy now and his wife could be really cruel when she was drinking. He knew this could only end in tears. His tears.
Lisa looked a little surprised at her friends blunt description, and studied Rob a bit more intently.
“ Your husband?” This isn’t really the sort of place married couples normally come to. It’s more of a pick up joint for singles. Didn’t you realise that?”
“Yes we realised that didn’t we Bobby” Zoe included her husband in the conversation for the first time, “that’s why we’re here
Rob nodded, and muttered an inaudible positive response, clearly not liking the way this was going.
“Well I can’t see him getting lucky dressed like that” Lisa spluttered obviously finding the idea laughable. “So this is some kind of open marriage thing, how exciting. I remember you being such a hit with all the boys in the old days, they were all after you. How on earth did you end up with this?” She looked witheringly at poor Rob, the effects of the alcohol obviously negating any sense of decorum.
To be honest Lisa I could of taken my pick of a long list of gorgeous eligible men but I chose to marry a very rich man who I could control and train to obey my every command, I could tell Rob here had the potential to be my perfect little submissive from the first time I met him. Quite pathetic but extremely useful. And no, it’s not an open marriage exactly. It’s open for me, which is why we’re here, but permanently closed for my poor husband.”
“Ahh so he’s very rich then, that explains it” Lisa nods knowingly.
“Was very rich,” Zoe corrected, “everything’s in my name now, I just give him a small allowance of twenty five pounds a week to live on now. It’s really all he deserves.”
Lisa laughs, “that’s so cruel, but I love it. He must of spent more than that buying us drinks tonight though”.
“On nights like this I loan him some spending money. Of course he’ll have to pay back every penny out of his future allowances no matter how many months that takes. He’s learnt to be very frugal, haven’t you Bobby?”
“Yes Goddess” Rob mutters, still looking down at the floor.
“Lisa puts her hand to her mouth as she laughs. “Oh my god, did he just call you Goddess? That is so fucking hot”.
“He’s expected to show respect to all women at all times Lisa, she leant over to whisper in her friend’s ear, try it for yourself, tell him to get us another bottle. Be as abrupt as you like with him, he responds better that way”.
Lisa hesitated, unsure at first and then thought what the hell, “Bobby, be a good boy and get us another bottle”. Rob hesitated for a moment, looking at his wife for guidance but she simply smiled, “come on, chop chop”, Lisa insisted and snapped her fingers at poor Rob as he scuttled off to the bar.”
Lisa looked over at Zoe, “this is so much fun, I guess I’ve always know there are supposed to be men who are submissive but I’ve never actually met one before.”
“Oh you can have hours of fun with them” Zoe laughed “especially when you’ve had a few drinks and you feel like being particularly cruel”.
“Like right now” Lisa giggled.
Zoe looked around, “why not, I’ve just seen an absolute hunk of a man looking in my direction, think I may go and introduce myself. Why don’t you take Bobby into one of those quiet booths over there and have a little fun with him. He’ll be able to watch me flirting, he hates that, and you can play with him to your hearts content, physically or mentally, or better still both.”
Lisa clapped her hands excitedly, “really? I can do anything I want with him?”
Zoe nodded “anything, yes, in fact take this you can choose whether to use it or not.” She took hold of the silver chain she was wearing around her neck and as she passed it over Lisa noticed a small silver key hanging from it.
“What’s that?” She asked
“It’s the key to his little cock cage, I keep him locked at all times, he behaves himself much better when he hasn’t had an orgasm for ages. You can use it or not, your choice.”
“Poor Bobby” Lisa purred, how long has it been?
Zoe thought for a minute, “I don’t really remember, it’s of no importance to me, about eighteen months I think,” she laughed “I’m sure Bobby will have a better idea, you should ask him.”
Zoe looked up, “here he comes with your drink, I’m going to talk to the hunk, make sure he watches won’t you. Oh and have fun.”