Chapter 3 - Everyone plays his part

- Done, honey... the bird is in "the cage"! Now I'll show you how cute he is.
Was that a video call then?
My ex-wife pointed the phone camera at me; I realized I must have been putting on a miserable show: curled up below the sink, tied like a dog and handcuffed, with my hands behind my back.
I tried kicking, to at least give out a sign of manly disapproval, but Annalisa quickly got up from the toiler and, showing me her back, threw a kick to my chest, stabbing my flesh with her sharp heel.

- No, no, honey, don't be afraid... he's still a "puppy", he needs to learn. – she kept on talking on the phone as if nothing happened – I'm waiting for you; good! Oh, and, sorry love, is it okay if I let my dog dry me? Yes, great! Wait! – she turned her head towards me, and authoritatively said:
- Lick, dog, clean me up deep, don't leave even one drop, understood? – she raised her leg and rested her foot on a stool, her pussy opened wide and I started obeying the order. She changed back her voice, and reprised her corny phone call:
- Yes, here, now he's obeying... he's lapping, yes: do you want to listen, love?
I kept on licking, to avoid being kicked again. It was like a bouquet, a delicious bunch of flowers; she moved, and showed me her back once more, not to hit me though, she did so she could bend over, and offer her holes to my greedy mouth.
From her exciting shoes and stockings, with the edge finishing with thin doodles, the colour of ripe grapes, the toned thighs and the wonderful ass of Annalisa showed; the dark pink flower was slightly opened, like her labia, which were also slightly opened. Completely shaved, recently, the pee drops on her delicate, girly, skin, looked like dew on two large and fleshy petals.
How could I hold back? She kept on talking and stretched her legs further, pushing back, decided, looking for my tongue. I started working, inside and out: she was so tasty... if only I'd known earlier, I would have made her shave back when we were married.
I recognized Annalisa's intimate taste... could she? Could she guess whose tongue it was that was cleaning her pussy, like a painter's brush?
- Stop playing, dog! – she then told me, quickly, as she got back up, as soon as she finished calling. She turned and faced me with a stern look, and continued, pointed her finger at me:
– Be very careful: if you say one word, complain, or don't obey right away, I'll cut your balls. I'm not kidding, jerk! Understood? – then she left, turning off the light and leaving me terrorized and bowed from her incredible determination.
 
That uncertainty was tiring me out: I didn't know anything anymore. I didn't know why I was there. And what did Marisa, my current wife, know? What did Annalisa know, and most of all, what was going to happen to me?
What should have been some normal fucking around was starting to look like a thriller movie, and I was frustrated by the sensations that were confusing me: I ranged from being totally aroused, to fear, pain, and chagrin.
The bathroom door was wide open. I could see my ex-wife setting up something, moving around the room, she took off her underwear, but kept her skirt and black balconette bra on. For a few minutes, she ignored me completely.
At one point, I though I heard a muffled sound from the entrance: I was right. Annalisa opened the door, discretely, and a dark shade entered the room. The person who had entered was short, and moved suspiciously: he purposefully kept to the dark. She held his hands, lovingly; being taller than him, she looked like a teacher taking care of her brat. They mumbled something one to the other, I could tell she was comforting him, and trying to put him at ease.
- You don't have to afraid, honey! – she said, with a higher voice, maybe so I could hear. – I trust this doggy, it's mine, it would never betray me. Come now... don't be a child.
She was treating that individual with such tenderness, yet, at the same time, with a decisive manner: I was convinced that, even though sweet, she was still subduing him. Her tone must have been quite liberating on the "character", he let himself get dragged by the hand and, once near the bed, he let himself be undressed of the grey, afternoon, suit he was wearing.
I knew Annalisa far too well to not understand that, to her, that was an act... she wasn't that sort of person; Annalisa was barely patient with kids... figure.
The vague shadow, thanks to the lights from the night stands, started to become clearer. The woman helped him undress; the man, short and round, stayed there, with his chest bared, Annalisa gave him a grey under shirt, a bit weird to be honest, it had thin shoulder straps, and the fabric shined, as if it was satin; basically, it looked like a female top shirt. The man was balding, and had very few hair on his head, pulled back, to hide the baldness; judging by the body, even though it was well trimmed, you could tell he was over sixty.
- What? You haven't changed yet! – Annalisa told him, as he helped him pull his pants off – You know I don't like it when you don't listen to me!
I heard the old man make up some excuses. Pretending to be upset, she took him by one arm, almost pulling him, and threw him on the bed.
- Where did you put the stockings? – she asked, pursuing him. He mumbled something, as she took something knowingly from the coat's pocket, which she had just placed on a hanger next to the bed.
Like a mother, careful but inflexible, Annalisa started to take care of her "big baby", with a stern look. The initial sweetness had been replaced by a certain determination... as if she was worrying about providing a boy with good manners.
 
From that moment on, the situation plummeted: even though I was starting to understand her game, the confusion about my role increased. Everything became grotesque and senseless when, as Annalisa was helping that little bugger wear silk stockings and a G-string, I was able to catch a glimpse of his face, lit by the night lamp.
I couldn't believe my eyes, several moments went by, as I was trying to convince myself I was definitely wrong. Even though it looked absurd, and hallucinating, that elder man, who my ex-wife was now handling like a timid and prudish girl, was exactly who he seemed. An extremely renowned politician, a real VIP... one of those people who are always on the news; with real power, so much power to arouse a primal awe.
I shook, even though I was tied; Annalisa understood my fears, and to put on a show, she approached me and threw another well placed kick between my ribs, this time with the tip of her lacquered shoes.
Once more, my wife was acting; she had acted like that to reassure her "baby boy", or better, her "baby girl". The man, who was probably now aroused by all that ritual, had become extremely feminine, and was sitting on the bed, dressed like a whore, with his short legs closed tight: a boarder girl from a bad film.
- Our doggy is tired of staying in the bathroom, what do you think, honey, can we untie him? – she asked, and the man approved, keeping his head low.
I was freed, and brought, on four legs, to the couch, where I was allowed to sit; Annalisa took my handcuffs off:
- Stay here, be good... and don't make me regret freeing you: okay? – without letting me reply, she tied the grip of the leash to one of the feet of the couch, and then lost interest in me once more.

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- And now I'll tend to you only, my little girl, only to you. – Annalisa said kindly, sitting next to that person, who I still couldn't accept recognizing.
She wrapped an arm around his shoulders, and the man laid down, happily, over Annalisa's chest. The transformation was complete: the big shot was now a puppy, in the avid hands of my ex-wife, and I, left free to think, was more and more terrorized by that show. I seriously started to fear for my life... yes! After all, you hear about stuff like this all the time, weird homicides, in the heat of passion, with no culprits, they happen every day.
"Marisa you stupid bitch", I thought, gloomily "what did you get me into?"

Meanwhile, the odd couple kept on playing their game. Annalisa asked her "creature" to sand, and now she was studying it, satisfied, front and back, caressing him, and she kept on stroking her hand on the bulge he had between his legs, hidden by the G-string. His dick swelled and reduced, under the expert touch of that whore.
- You disobeyed me earlier, though. – she said, slightly disappointed – You need to abide my orders, you know... it's for your own good. – she glanced at him kindly, but without smiling. – Come here: you know you deserve them, I'll try not to hurt you.
Shy and bashful, the little man looked at me sadly; in the half-light he really looked like a chubby and ugly girl, dressed like a slut, in a discordant, absurd fashion. He was even wearing a light azure eye shadow, and a hint of mascara on the lashes, which made his stare all the more sordid and immoral.
Whoever was looking at me wasn't a male, a man, trying to dominate his listener, on the contrary... he was glancing at me with a frightened and shivering doe-eyed look... as a girl looking for her father's approval, knowing she has to withstand punishment. If we hadn't been in a hotel room, I would have thought I was at a theatre, ready to watch a Commedia dell'Arte farce, with Columbine, with her usual red cheeks, and Pantalone, ready to beat at someone with a stick... and I was Pulcinella, thrown by fate in one of those absurd plays, and I couldn't even make anyone laugh.
Subdued and obedient, he slowly approached Annalisa, and let her guide him, lovingly, belly down, on her knees, still covered by that boarder girl's skirt. My ex-wife, skilfully, performed everything slowly, using time wisely. At first, she started caressing the ass of the little man, completely bared from the G-string to his thighs, where the black stockings stood out from his white skin. She stroked him, feeling and lifting the flabby flesh, as if she was assessing its texture. Her gestures were hiding the preparation to pain, the one that she was about to bring upon those roughly shaved butt cheeks.  As a matter of fact, as he himself was expecting, after having pulled his underwear high, as if she was trying to saw his butt cheeks in half, Annalisa hit, with harshness and determination, with the palm of her open hand. Judging from her imperious expression, I understood she was really enjoying it.
Soon, a true and proper spanking started. The spanks came resounding on that ass: pitiless, increasingly violent. At times, she even hit him with a fast series of blows, weaker, but far more humiliating.
The politician struggled, complaining, but never tried to flee. When she was over, the man's ass was pink and tired.
- Poor girl... – she said, kindly, as she let him stood once more – I'm sorry, but this is the way it has to be! – The little man massaged himself, and stole glances at to check my reaction, maybe he wanted me to approve of his daring in being punished, without crying.
- Let's take this off, come on. – With her fingers she slid the G-string down, leaving him naked.
- Oh, poor boy, it got scared... – Annalisa said, committing to his half awake dick. She soon took it in between her lips, her balls in her cup shaped hands, pulling on them to get him to come closer.
The man had a small penis, but once stimulated it became hard and wide, like an eggplant. She was sucking on it eagerly, and could keep it in her mouth easily, which gave the politician a huge pleasure.
- It's delicious, it's small – she said – just like the clitoris of a beautiful girl: bravo! – Then, addressing me, - Come dog, and get your dick out: we want to see it, come on...
So the other sat on the bed beside her, as if he wanted to attend a lesson.
I easily freed myself from the hook of the leash, and swiftly removed my underwear; unfortunately my cock wasn't much aroused by that show: I had been overcome by too many emotions.
- Look love, now I'll show you how to give a blow job. Careful, okay? – Annalisa was good. As soon as she took my dick into her mouth, I remembered all the good times, and "hardened" right away.
- Oh, oh! – she cried out, to her weird assistant – look at how fast its growing: our doggy likes it. – Now, as she was going up and down my shaft, I was almost certain she'd recognized me... but she didn't show it.
Having my dick long and hard got me a bit cocky, and the adrenalin rushing through my body made me lower my guard. It was exciting, getting a blow job in front of another person, dressed up as an idiot and with a small dick. I felt like a lion, and tried to break her palate, thrusting all my cock inside Annalisa's throat.

She was drooling, heavily, suffocating for the way I was treating her mouth, when I pulled out, she had not special regard for me... basically, the sense of erotic submission, which counterpoises the man to the woman, in an oral intercourse, was totally absent. Her action had been mostly mechanic, and she was still in complete control of that weird "ménage".- You can touch it if you want, honey; don't be afraid, this is only a nice dog, with a nice cock… that's all! You have nothing to be afraid of. – While talking, she was keeping my dick in her hand, absent-mindedly, as if she was checking a cucumber at the market.
The situation, even though the other was an old depraved man, didn't disgust me any more, fortunately; the detachment of my slutty ex-wife, together with her body (which I now desperately wanted), turned me on, so my penis stayed hard, and I didn't give any sign of failing.
The politician wasn't faking or flaunting her feminine personality now. He truly looked like a school girl, fascinated by the shaft that was up in the air close to him. Shyly, he put his fingers on the glans, then, slowly, he lowered the foreskin and, mustering the courage, he gripped it soundly with his hand, taking the head inside his mouth, and started sucking, devoured by his desire. To avoid being put off by the scene, I closed my eyes: the sensation wasn't bad. To muster up some strength, I softly grabbed Annalisa's breast, and she didn't complain. She definitely got a breast implant, it wasn't possible she still had the toned boobs of a twenty years old.
As the man improved his blow job, Annalisa started working, she moved to the couch and placed a folded sheet on the ground, then addressed us.
- Enough now, stop it! – her theatrical attitude was really enjoyable, it almost made me smile. I thought role playing only happened in romantic novels, instead... that woman was acting as a true mistress for that powerful man who, for an afternoon in a hotel room, was really playing his part: a prudish and hesitant little girl, who endured sex, trying to hide his immense pleasure. How weird can the human mind be!
- Don't you think you're giving one too many blow jobs, slut? – Annalisa slapped across the breast and hips her little man, as she cast me away discourteously, pulling at my arm. Now she was an aunt, reprimanding her nymphomaniac niece.
- Come, you know what's waiting, bitch, don't complain! – she was preparing to punish him, again. The man-girl got the couch, unwilling, and fearful. Meanwhile, she was showing off, in all her beauty: she was amazing. Dark-haired, with long and slender legs, dressed in rich, black stockings, erotically, from her high heeled shoes; I would have devoured her with her eyes, now. I was happy I could be there, enjoyed that unscheduled show.. I just hoped it wouldn't get bad for me!