Ten Days in Another Town
Day Eighty Seven
My life certainly changed.
It’s a little over twelve weeks since that night when Verity humiliatingly
fucked me in the ass before those women and so much has happened.
We had a wedding but, although I didn’t know it at the time, it wasn’t real,
just another example of Verity’s black sense of humour.
She was dressed in white and I was dressed in a simple black suit. Verity
had removed the ear rings, the nose ring and allowed me to grow my hair back
so I had a dark stubble over my head.
The gold ring was still around my balls, though.
In the dressing rooms before the ceremony, the bridesmaids, giggling, lifted
their skirts and I licked them all to orgasm with skilful use of my studded
tongue. I then went to the brides room, licked Verity and then sat on the
floor while a new black lover, acting as my best man, fucked her from
behind.
I pulled her white lace panties up after he’d finished and we walked down
the aisle with her pussy leaking the cum from the best man. I didn’t get to
come for a week after the so called wedding but I serviced a lot of pussies
at the reception.
Verity’s favourite was to have me go to her office, slide under her desk and
lick her while she carried out telephone calls or dictated letters to her
secretary. Of course, I licked her secretary Jody and Belinda, her personal
assistant.
I was lent out to many of her friends and when I accompanied Verity to
social events, I could feel the stares and the giggles of the women
attending. The men were oblivious but I often crouched on the floor of some
bathroom and licked a woman upon Verity’s orders while she fucked a waiter.
Then, it all changed.
Verity met someone she really cared about, a businessman who was her equal
in every way, including wealth. They were made for each other and I believe
she fell deeply in love.
She didn’t want him to find out about me so she told me the wedding had been
fake, told me I had learnt my lesson and moved me into a small apartment
near the docks. Cheap and nasty.
As a last act, she handed me the six controllers and gave me Marilyn Rome’s
contact number so she could remove the golden ring around my balls. Verity
thought she had tidied it all up, the game was over and we could all go on.
As I said, my life had changed.
I mailed six of the controllers, together with my new address, to Tiffany,
Leonie, Leonie, Barbara, Judy and CJ.
I sitting here naked, my gold ring glittering around my balls, waiting to
see who shows up.
You know, I’m quite looking forward to it starting again.
(Final, the end)
