The Evil Ex (for Angelique127)

[DreamingOfMyEx]

Well dammit, I’m starting this journal again. I’m not sure why. The last time I tried documenting everything, thinking it would help to express my feelings to “someone” (even if that someone was a spiral notebook) it would help. Like a pressure release valve. It didn’t help, it only made me feel worse – like I was reliving it all over again. So why am I doing this now? I’m not sure – though I’m telling myself that it might someday help to have a record of dates and events. I keep telling myself (or is it just a fantasy?) that eventually justice will prevail.

I saw her again yesterday, from a distance, in the grocery store parking lot. I know it was her, I recognized the car – the new car we bought just before she divorced me. The car I’m still making the payments on (in addition to the alimony). Meanwhile, I’ve had to start parking on an incline wherever I go because the starter is shot and the battery is almost as bad. At least it’s got a standard transmission, so I can roll it downhill and pop the clutch to get it started.

Fuck! My life sucks.

To top it off, she’s fucking lost weight and … fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Heads were turning as she strutted to her car. I could see her boobs jiggling as she walked. She was even in high heels. What woman wears high heels to go grocery shopping? Or a dress that hugs her ass? She never made an effort to look that good for me. Well, not in the later years anyway. She only started paying attention to diet and exercise about the same time she brought up getting divorced – like she was preparing herself to be single again. I did everything I could to make the marriage wo… well shit, no sense reliving that again.

I’m pretty sure she didn’t see me, even though the car is hard to miss, with the large rust spots and half a fender missing. That’s probably because she’s a self-absorbed narcissistic bitch. I remember that look she gave me, that smug little smirk last time she saw me in that piece of shit car. No don’t, don’t relive shit like that.

So anyway, I dreamed about her again last night. Shit! Don’t write about that either.

Okay, well, I started the journal. It’s time to get ready for work and I’m going to show up an hour early in the hope of getting in a few more hours this week.

==

After crossing out the "inappropriate language" contained in Entry #1, Daniel Morris closed his new journal and prepared to take a shower before work. Just before stepping into the tiny tub his phone dinged to notify him of an incoming text. That sound always made him nervous. It wasn’t as if he had a lot of friends texting him – so the big fear was it might be work related, like a message telling him not to bother coming in that evening. Something like that could be devastating, given his financial situation. When he checked the screen, he found it was something far more sinister. The ID read “Bitch”.

Strange, his ex wife hasn’t communicated with him in months.

 

[angelique127]

[ Hi Danny boy, it's me Isabelle ...I have a favor to ask of you. I know you may be a little bitter about what happened during our divorce but I can't help that I had a better lawyer than you, not to mention how good looking and successful he is. It's not your fault you lost your job and don't wear a suit and tie anymore. I realize it must be difficult for you working two jobs just to make ends meet. How dreadful really for you slave your life away while I relax beside the pool and go shopping and have lunches with my girlfriends or whoever...but really that is none of your business, we are no longer married. Besides I think marriage is so overrated, unless it is female led and under the females terms, but oh well, you didn't want anything to do with that kind of relationship. Pride ? Anyway, why I am contacting you is to offer you a proposition that could benefit both of us. If you would like to discuss it you are welcome to come over this evening after you are finished working. Oh and if you do, please park your vehical down at the end of the block and not in my driveway. Isabelle ]

Isabelle was certian that Danny would show up. If she didn't know better, her ex husband was desperate and would agree to almost anything. How delightful...he was going to be her her bitch boy, whether he liked it or not, and thanks to information his own lawyer, Danny boy could inherent alot of money and property in the future...

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

"Inherit money? AND property? Tell me more ..."

"No, I've said enough already - you know that. Forget I said anything."

"No sir, mister, you can't tease me like that. Spill it..."

How ironic one of the biggest cock-teasers in town, Julia Franklin, would accuse someone else of teasing her. But then lawyers never seemed to be constrained by that sort of irony. She hadn't been a lawyer very long, only a couple of years, but was already being courted by one of the biggest law firms in the state. Of course that meant starting over again, near the bottom, and she wasn't sure she wanted to do that. After all, she was doing just fine working for her cousin Robert. Robert was the somewhat ruthless lawyer who had represented Isabelle in her divorce from Daniel. The man Julia was fucking this particular evening was Andrew - Danny's lawyer.

Andrew was one of those lawyers who drew up wills and contracts, as long as there was nothing complicated involved. His rates were reasonable, which is why a lot of men - like Danny - turned to him when they were served with divorce papers on the same day their wives cleaned out the joint savings. Andrew wasn't the lawyer you would want arguing your case in court - but in divorce cases the man was destined to lose anyway so what difference did it make?

Andrew went on to commit all sorts of infractions which would displease the Bar Association, and even break a couple of laws, when he told her the story. Dewey & Howe of San Francisco, lawyers for Danny's late Great Aunt Cecelia, had been unable to locate Daniel. They finally found the court records which led them to Andrew, who was able to supply a current address. He was not empowered to tell Danny - a former client - anything. In cases like this a person, thinking they had become rich, could go on a spending spree and extend their credit beyond the breaking point, only to find out after all the expenses were paid the inheritance came to $32.28.

Julia went on to fake one more orgasm for the man she planned to milk for more information in the near future. Then it was off to the office to do a little research and share some juicy gossip with her cousin Robert.

==

"Oh and if you do, please park your vehical down at the end of the block and not in my driveway. Isabelle"

==

"FUck you bitch! Fuck you and the broom you flew in on" That was the response he'd planned to send, but by the grace of God refrained from pushing the button that could have earned him another day in court - or a night in jail. He backspaced through that message and contemplated how to respond. Goddamn bitch. She knew how to push his buttons alright. How to play him like a violin. It was that sort of mocking him that had gotten him fired. He knew not to lash out at her the very afternoon the divorce decree had become finalized, so Daniel lashed out at his boss instead. And now he was saddled with paying off his ex wife's car, of eating all the expenses related to the sale of their house (She got $30,000 - he got enough to pay his lawyer $1000 of the $2000 he owed.)

On top of that, he had to pay alimony based on the $150,000 annual salary he was making while divorce proceedings were underway, and not on the $30,000 he made from two menial part time jobs. There wasn't a snowball's chance in hell of getting the judge to modify the order immediately after the divorce. If he let a man "get away" with intentionally reducing his salary to cheat his ex wife out of her entitlement, the feminists would bury him alive next election season. And Daniel would never get another job comparable to the one he had without a good reference from his former employer.

Fuck the goddamn bitch!

"I have plans tonight at 6:00. I can be there at 5:20 and will spare you 10 minutes."

No need to tell her those "plans" were to work a six hour shift in a convenience store.

 

[angelique127]

Isabelle was completely insulted that Danny could only manage to spare ten minutes of his precious time. Very typical of him, she thought, because it was only five minutes more than he lasted when having sex. What kind of plans could he have that were more important than her ? Could he possibly be dating someone already ? Isabelle didn't think so...not that her ex husband wasn't good looking enough but what female would bother to date someone who could barely afford to buy her dinner at Mc Donalds ? How dare him snub her..Danny was probably still angry about getting shafted by his and hers lawyer, but on the other hand, he was the fool that got himself fired from a fortune 500 company. And that was after the divorce. How many hours did Isabelle spend alone while he was working ten to twelve hour days at the office ? Or gone for weeks at a time on some bussiness trip. If it wasn't for his handsome boss taking her out on my birthday she would have had to celebrate at home...oh well Danny didn't know about that. Maybe if he did he would have paid her a little more attention instead of spending so much time at the office.

Still Isabelle was going to give him a chance to get back in her good graces. Just because they were divorced didn't mean that they still coundn't be good friends. Not that she wouldn't keep him
poor Danny on a shorter lease this time...

She was about to text him back and tell him not to bother but decided not too. This was much to important to her future. Besides if Danny was really coming into money it would be best to keep him on her good side. Isabelle could be very persuasive when she needed to be. Like all beta's males her ex had his weaknesses that she could easily exploit and use to her advantage.

[ Fine, if that is all you can give me. But please don't be late like usual ] Isabelle responded before entering her bedroom to get dressed. One of Danny boys weaknesses was a pair of silk stockings and heels, along with a short dress or skirt that showed alot of shapely leg. Very feminine apparel worked on him every time, so much that he couldn't last any longer than five minutes in bed, if even that. Thank God for her toys and his willing tongue or she would have never lasted seven years of marriage to him. Besides it wasn't like Danny boy was going an opportunity to touch her...

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

He almost didn't even bother showing up. After all, his hatred for the bitch who ruined his life was such that he didn't care about something that could "benefit" them both - he was willing to forgo any benefits as long as it would somehow deny her a benefit. Still, he knew that if he didn't show, he would spend the rest of his life wondering.

Dammit. If only had hadn't had those dreams of her! If only he had someone - someone he could talk to. But no, Isabelle had ensured all those relationships were destroyed, leaving him all alone in the world. If only he could meet a ... woman. Right, someone in his position who could barely afford a date at McDonalds?

Well, the fact was he had that time to kill between jobs. He didn't need to eat dinner at home the nights he worked at the Jiffy Stop because he could eat a sandwich from the refrigerated section along with a bag of chips and a fountain drink. So yes, he would go see Isabelle. In fact, instead of being late, he was there ten minutes early - driving past her house then circling the block a couple of times looking for a good parking spot. One on an incline.

"Fucking bitch."

With his work shoes on the passenger side floorboard and his JiffyStop smock folded neatly in the front seat (how humiliating would it be to be wearing that when he arrived at her house?) he popped a breath mint into his mouth and slowly made his way to his ex wife's house - so nervous the butterflies in his stomach were performing acrobatics.

"Fucking bitch" he muttered, standing on the sidewalk facing her house. A large house (larger than she needs) in a nice neighborhood (nicer than they had lived in when they were married) - showcasing just how far he had fallen. All because of her. God, how he hated her. Hated her so much he almost turned around to return to his car.

Instead of running away, he took a deep breath and approached her front door to ring the bell.

 

[angelique127]

Isabelle forced a dazzling smile when she opened the door for her ex husband. " Come in please. " she invited. " If we had more time I would give you a tour of my home but I'm sure you have more important plans. " His ex wife was very proud of her new large spacious three bedroom home in a gated community with a in ground pool. A definate step up from their previous house in their old neighborhood. Just then her new toy poodle came into the room and started barking. " Danny, down boy ! " she scolded the dog. The poodle stopped his barking upon command. " Now be a good boy. " Isabelle said, immediantly Danny the dog sat up on his hind legs begging for a treat. Isabelle laughed with delight and gave him a small doggy bone after she sat down on her plush leather sofa and crossed her long shapely legs.

" Did you think I was talking to you, dear ? No, I decided to name my little new addition to the family after you, but unlike you, he is very well trained and does whatever he is told."

Danny sat down in a chair across from her, not responding yet. He did glance at her legs, which was a good sign and Isabelle was sure that he checked out her ass before she sat down.

" I guess you are wondering why I invited you here. Since we don't have very much time, I will get down to the heart of the matter. I have my sources and I know since you lost your job you have had to work two jobs just to make ends meet. You live in a tiny one bedroom apartment that you can barely afford. You drive around in a peice of shit thats an eyesore. When we were first married, Danny you were going places, successful and full of promise...what happened to the man I loved ? Sorry, I didn't invite you over here to talk about all your faults and imperfections, and you have so many, But believe it or not I am concerned about your future and not the past."

Danny just sat there being quiet and listening. Isabelle re crossed her legs and slipped her manicured fingers down the top of her stocking for his viewing pleasure before continueing.Isabelle wanted to keep it attention on her..." So, as you are aware, Danny, you are responsible for paying me over a thousand dollars a month in alimony for life. Or until I or the judge decides to change it."

Isabelle that that sink in to his small male brain for a moment. " And since my lawyers are so good I doubt that ever happen. "

She watched her ex husband squirm, knowing that he could barely contain his anger and frustration...

" But darling, all is not lost. I have been in touch... {Isabelle smiled when she said this } with your old boss Gordan Black. He was very angry at you when he fired you. He said you were lucky that he didn't punch your lights out. Gordan didn't like the way you disrespected him in front of everyone in the office. That being said, I convinced him to give you a second chance. However it will come with certain conditions..."

Danny stared at her with a blank look on his face and raised his eyebrows in a questioning manner.

Isabelle knew that she had his undivided attention...

 

[angelique127]

" If you want your job back you will have to make a full public apology to Gordon and attend those DEI courses you managed to avoid. " Isabelle let that sink in for a minute before continuing, " In addition I will permit you to fix up the poolhouse and let you live there for the time being. This will help you save money and not reside in that dreadful one bedroom apartment. In addition I expect you to do certain domestic chores around here for me, such as doing my laundry, cleaning and doing the dishes. Of course I expect you to take out the trash and mow the lawn. And since my dog walker quit I expect you to walk Danny three times a day. "

Danny was my new toy poodle who I just adored.

" I will give you time to think it over but it is in your best interest to accept my proposal. Please let me know your intentions as soon as possible. "

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

Fuck!

Fucking bitch!

Danny - Daniel - knew exactly what she was doing - how his ex was messing with his mind. Subjecting him to all those put-downs and insults, while at the same time teasing him sexually, while reminding him of how shitty his life had turned out (because of her) and making sure he knew she didn't care how badly she hurt him. And that there was nothing he could do about it.

She might remember that he had shared that he was "interested" in Femdom roleplay when they were married, but he was smart enough to not let her know just how much he craved it. If she knew, the divorce could have been a hundred times worse for him. And now here she was, the fantasy domme bitch of his dreams. Reality wasn't the same as fantasy. It wasn't as much "fun" - but my god, he was hard as a rock.

To further confuse her poor helpless ex and put him even more off balance, she then teased him with a bit of hope - hope for relief from his current untenable situation - but making sure he knew the price would be high. She would take him to the brink, but not over the top. It would be almost too much for him to agree to. Almost, but not quite.

He wanted to get away from her. Maybe that would help clear his mind. He knew her price would be too high - would rob him of the last tiny bit of self respect he had left. He couldn't let her take that from him.

Don't look at her dammit! "Yeah, great, I'll think it over and let you know."

She knew him well enough to know that was a "no", a big fat "not no but hell no" - but ....
Did she know him well enough to know he was on the verge of breaking? That he was fighting back the tears?

Don't look at her, dammit. "Daniel was part anger, part frustration, part abject helplessness, and part horny for his total bitch of an ex wife. Too late he realized he was looking at the stiletto heels she wore, imagining how he probably wasn't the only man who craved the opportunity to submit to her when she wore them.

He rose to give her a sarcastic "thanks for thinking of me" - but from the obvious erection he sported (not thinking to try to hide it, that's how off balance his mind was) it was clear it was he who was thinking of her. Daniel planned to stop at the door, then turn to face her to say he's made his decision and the decision is "no". It all went to plan - up until he turned to face her. The "no" never came out. His lips may have parted, but all he could do was stare in that desperate helpless way she'd probably seen a lot of men stare.

 

[angelique127]

Isabelle smiled when he paused at the door and turned around to face her...she knew him and had no doubt that Danny would her accept her proposal dispite his own foolish pride. Isabelle enjoyed toying with him even before the divorce. Weak men were so easy to manipulate and control and Isabelle was the ultimate maneater and she saw the hesitation and indecision in his eyes.

" Think it over darling, the guest house is so much better than your tiny one bedroom apartment in a very bad neighborhood. And with just one phone call I could get your high paying job back, all for the price of helping me around the house. As I said maybe if you are a good boy and do your chores, I may even permit you to move into the guest room. "

Danny the poodle whimpered at Isabelles feet wanting some attention from her. She picked him up and scrathed him between the ears and he attempted to lick her on the face..." Oh my you are such a good boy, always behaving for mommy. Do you want a treat or need to go for a nice walk ? " Isabelle fussed over him before looking at her ex husband in the eye, " See, even Danny my poodle loves to be my dog ! He knows who is owner is... "

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

As Daniel stared in disbelief - this behavior was over the top even for the Isabelle he knew in the last months of their failed marriage - he wondered what happened to the sweet innocent girl he married all those years ago. Was any of this his fault? For trying to push her (encourage her was the way he preferred to phrase it) to shed some inhibitions and spice things up in the bedroom?

It was as if she had read his mind and made herself into the woman he fantasized about - but not someone he wanted for real. A woman who would cater to his fantasies, but when it was all over (meaning after he had his orgasm) she would resume being his little woman, his dutiful helpmate who kept house for him while he did his manly duties - like going out into the world and making money. What happened to that Isabelle???

Poor Daniel was both confused and frightened. And horny.

" See, even Danny my poodle loves to be my dog ! He knows who is owner is... "

Poor Daniel didn't even realize he whimpered. All he could do was turn and go. Go to his menial little humiliating part time night job in a convenience store to make money for Isabelle to spend on herself.

 

[angelique127]

Isabelle wasn't really concerned that Danny had rejected her first offer. She knew he would come crawling back on his hands and knees, begging for another chance...

She placed a call to Danny's lawyer and made an appointment for lunch tomorrow to discuss the inheritance situation. As far as Isabelle was concerned she was entitled to at least half of Danny's estate, no matter how much it was since they were married at the time it was settled. Diamond would let the lawyers sort out all the details, all that she wanted was the benefits and watch her ex husband plead for foregiveness.

If that was not enough Isabelle placed a call to her hubbies old boss on their private line. They had worked out an arrangement which benefited them both. Darius answered after the first ring.

" Hi baby...Danny boy just left here, He didn't exactly except my offer but I have a feeling he will be back and change his mind. In the meantime don't forget our little arrgreement we have. All his wages are to be put directly into my account, until he signs his inheritence over to me. Are you still willing to meet me at the hotel tomorrow after lunch ? Isabelle asked spreading her legs and playing with her hot pussy..." I've rented a room for us. I hope to see you there Mr. Black ! "

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

Of course Daniel's (former) lawyer Andrew could tell her nothing. She wasn't his client, and it was information he wasn't supposed to share with anyone. Isabelle's visit wasn't in vain, though. Letting him know that she know about the inheritance was enough to cause him a great deal of worry. The more people who knew, the greater chance he could be in trouble with the Bar Association, and maybe even the State. Add to that the effect her sensuality had on him (and other people working in the same office) the foundation was being laid for future interactions. Like Amber, the cute little secretary who had anonymously sent Robert (Isabelle's lawyer) copies of paperwork that Andrew didn't want him to see during the divorce proceedings. In a moment of weakness she had pictured herself having a threesome with Robert and Isabelle, though in the end she was too shy to let them know she was the one who sent it. Seeing Isabelle again, she could hardly contain her excitement. Surely Isabelle would know Amber was interested. Infatuated would probably be a better word.

As Isabelle was turning heads in Andrew's office, a couple of them tripping over themselves to accommodate her, Daniel was still suffering the effects of the worst night so far working at the JiffyStop - and now there he was after a quick shower and two hour nap nervously entering Darius Black's office. He'd forgotten just how intimidating the man could be - a veritable god - so tall and handsome with an air of superiority. Though Daniel had no sexual feelings toward men at all, it was as if Mr. Black could reach into his soul and flip the switch that activated Daniel's submissive side. There were times his dick even got hard when Mr Black was in a particularly aggressive mood.

I'm sorry sir. Irresponsible of me. Yes, sir, more than irresponsible - stupid and disrespectful. The classes, yes sir, of course I look forward to taking them and making amends. The humiliating meeting went on and on - Daniel had lost track of the time. Darius' blonde secretary with the big boobs came in with a folder full of papers Daniel had to sign if he wanted his job back. She made sure to keep her cleavage in his line of sight as he was signing, so he hardly read anything. Isabelle was his beneficiary on his insurance. His salary would be directly deposited into Isabelle's bank account. It would come as news to him later, but for now his poor tired overworked brain remained blissfully ignorant of how he'd been set up. All the customers who'd made his previous night at the JiffyStop such a living hell were sent there by Mr. Black for that very purpose. Darius Black wasn't a man who left much to chance, as many rival businessmen, cuckolded husbands, and a couple of blackmailed politicians had found out.

As a young guy on a bicycle watching Isabelle walking to her car crashed into a utility pole, and Daniel was fighting back the tears, yet still couldn't suppress the erection Miss Goodbody's boobs had inspired, Darius was on the intercom. "I'm taking a long lunch this afternoon, I may or may not be back."

 

[angelique127]

Isabelle had dressed up for lunch, of course, like for any such occasion. Four inch heels were a must in any situation, to go with her tight black mini skirt which accented her long shapely legs. Isabelle worked out at the gym three days a week now, toning her thighs and derriere to perfection. She was quite popular with the male clientele wearing her spandex and tight yoga pants. More about that later...at the moment she was only interested about meeting her ex husbands boss for lunch and afterwards going up to the hotel room he had reserved for them. Ever since Isabelle's and Danny's seperation and then divorce, she had dated several men, one being his handsome boss, who Isabelle completly lusted over in her fantasies during her marriage and recently with her ex husbands lawyer. If Danny only knew how Andrew had betrayed his client lawyer privileges over some fine hot married pussy !

Anyway back to the present, Isabelle enjoyed a nice lunch with Darius Black. Their conversation centered around Danny and how pathetic he was. Isabelle liked the way Darius undressed her with his bold eyes throughout lunch and complimented her beauty and mentioned what he was going to do to her once he got her upstairs in their room. Darius always managed to make her panties wet in anticipation before he even touched her. Just thinking about him and the way he dominated her in a way her poor hubby couldn't. Darius used to call her after Danny left in the morning to go to the office and she would send him erotic pictures on her phone. The conversation always ended the same way with her playing with her pussy and having an orgasm and a promise to meet somewhere...

After lunch Isabelle would go upstairs first. She would be waiting on her knees in her lingerie, holding a cocktail and playing with her pussy like a good obediant fucktoy. Without wasting any more time Isabelle would unzip his pants and take out his beautiful big black cock and worship it...

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

As Isabelle knelt in a hotel room worshiping Darius' superior Black cock, poor Daniel returned to his pathetic little hovel to begin preparations to move into his ex wife's guest quarters. Half the things he brought with him when he moved in would not be packed, but would instead be taken to the trash dumpster. Pretty much everything he owned now was trash, and not fitting to even be on her property. He worked diligently for a while, but his lack of sleep from the night before and his generally fucked up situation was taking its toll. Before long he plopped down on his little bed and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

While sleeping, he dreamed of Isabelle. As his beautiful and sexy ex wife worshipped his boss' cock, he dreamed of worshiping her. So beautiful, so sexy, so dominant, so deserving of worship. It was, like most dreams, a bit confusing. When he woke hours later, somehow the idea that he and Isabelle would get back together had entered his mind. The absurd idea that Isabelle could be interested in him as her husband, in an equal and loving relationship, was the cruelest trick his mind could possibly play on him.

Taking a few minutes to fully awaken, Daniel realized it had been two days since his last orgasm. He had gone two days before, but usually he would find time to masturbate once a day. By day two he would usually be driven with the need to cum. Taking out one of the few pictures of Isabelle he still had - one of her wearing a "barely appropriate" dress for the last Christmas party they went to as a couple, Daniel's mind concocted a fantasy of him and Isabelle being married again - a loving marriage where she would pretend to be his Femdom Mistress because that was his fantasy, and a good wife always indulges her husband's fantasies to spice up the marriage.

--

"It was just a kiss, stop being so possessive" she'd said as he sulked in the car on the way home from the party. A Christmas party, where naturally there was mistletoe hanging over a doorway, where Isabelle and the handsome young college intern shared a moment of intimacy. "Maybe a month without sex will teach you to value your place in my life a little better." He wasn't quite sure what she meant by that, but in that month Daniel would learn a thousand ways to pleasure his wife that didn't involve his penis getting anywhere near her.

--

But back to the present -- Daniel had more packing to do. He wouldn't bother cleaning the place when he moved out. His landlord was one of those who always kept the deposit regardless. Besides, Daniel has his old job back, so money would no longer be an issue for him.

 

[angelique127]

Isabelle lost count of how many times she had orgasmed on Darius big black cock. The divorcee, like so many other white females was addicted to it and couldn't imagine living without it. If Darius had accepted her invitation to move into her home with her, her ex would not be moving in now, not even in the guesthouse. However Darius offered to come over for dinner or spend the night whenever he wanted. And when he did it was understood that he would be the master of the home.

It was after ten pm when Isabelle finally got home and pulled into the driveway. Danny's peice of shit was parked in front of the garage blocking the entry to it. Isabelle rolled her pretty blue eyes, feeling very irratated. Didn't she tell him to park his eyesore down the block ? How dare he disobey her wishes. For a moment she considered calling a tow trunk to have it removed but after reconsidering that he wouldn't be able to get to work in the near future she changed her mind. Danny was certainly not going to drive her new Mercedes, although he was responsible for the payments.

As soon as Isabelle entered the foyer she stepped in dog poo. Apparently the poddle had not been taken for a walk, if at all. Isabelle was furious, she had told her ex that it would be one of his responsibitlys and a priority around here. Danny was lucky that he wasn't in hearing distance and probably out in the guest house or he would be sorry. How un thoughtful could he be ? Same old inconsiderate Danny ! Well, if he was going to live here, Danny needed to learn a lesson in obediance. This was her home and if he wanted to stay he would have to learn to obey her rules.

Taking off her expensive high heels Isabelle went out back to the guest house. Her ex was unpacking a couple of boxes he had managed to salvage.

" Yes dear I would like to have a word with you. Didn't I tell you to walk little Danny when you are off from work ? Apparently you forgot to do your duty and he pooped all over the house. You are lucky he didn't do it on my brand new carpet. " Isabelle scolded, with her hands on her hips and a stern expression on her pretty face..." You need to get in there and clean it up immediately, do you understand ? And I want my high heels cleaned also. Do you have any idea how much they cost ? "

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

And I want my high heels cleaned also. Do you have any idea how much they cost ? "

No, he didn't, but it wouldn't surprise him if they cost more money than he'd made in the past two months of working two jobs.

It had been a mentally and physically challenging day following his insufficient nap and humiliating meeting with Mr. Black. He had to move out of his little "house" (not much more than a storage shed in reality) and put up with his "landlord's" verbal tirade about not giving sufficient notice. It was all bullshit of course, as there was always a waiting list for substandard housing like his, and Daniel knew the plan was always to screw him out of his "deposit". Notifying his employers didn't go any better, and although he was owed wages by both, both of them made it clear they had no intention of paying him. It wasn't legal, but then it wasn't as if there were lawyers lined up to do pro bono work for those of his demographic circumstances.

Daniel was fully aware that if Isabelle changed her mind he would be both homeless and jobless again in an instant. At that point the best thing that could happen to him was to be thrown in jail where he would have a meal and a place to sleep indoors that wasn't an old beat-up car.

--

He had only been there a few minutes, and tried to leave room for her to squeeze by his car to access her garage should she arrive while he was unloading boxes, but apparently Isabelle couldn't be bothered to "squeeze by" anywhere -- Especially in her own domain. There had been no explicit understanding of when he would arrive and when his "duties" began. In a previous life, Daniel would have defended his actions. This time around, the correct response was to agree she was right and he was wrong. "I'm sorry, it won't happen again."

Less than a minute later, he was reverently holding an expensive, beautiful, sexy high heeled shoe that had been worn by a goddess, determined to make it clean enough to eat off of. In fact, he pictured himself in the near future prostrate at her feet and cleaning the dust from her shoes with his tongue. He hoped it would be only dust and a little dirt. He would have spent the entire evening on her shoes, making them perfect, but there was also Danny's mess on the floor, too. The majority he got up right away, even as he was starting on her shoe. Later he would spend more time ensuring her floor was clean enough to eat off of.

Isabelle's ex was vaguely aware that her precious little Danny was watching him with some interest. No doubt getting the impression of which of them was the favored pet. Certainly not the Alpha of the household. That title had already gone to another male - one who didn't live there but visited frequently.

"Is there some schedule ... where ... he" it was the first time he realized how strange it could be to call her precious poodle by its name .. "for taking.. Danny .. for his walk?"

 

[angelique127]

" Is there some schedule...where...he...for taking Danny ...for his walk ? " her ex asked after being chastised.

" Yes, I have hired a dog walker to take him out during the day while you are at the office but Danny needs to be walked at least twice in the evening when you get home before bedtime. After that he needs to be locked in his cage until morning. He likes to have a treat before bed as a reward for being a good boy. It will be one of your many responsibilitiess to help take good care of him. He is so precious to me. "

Isabelle was enjoying making her ex husband suffer. She was in total control now, and he was under her thumb. She liked the way Danny groveled at her feet, cleaning the floor. what was even better was he offered no resistance and was going to learn his new place in this household.

" Oh before I forget, I have made a grocery list of the things I want you to get at the supermarket. Since you get off at five I expect dinner on the table by six o' clock, do you understand ? If I am inviting a guest over I will tell you in advance so that you can prepare enouch for three. "

Isabelle did not fill him in about the rest of his domestic duties, like cleaning the toilet and vacuuming her bedroom or doing her laundry, in addition to taking out the trash and doing lawn care. That could wait until tomorrow.

For a moment Isabelle considered making Danny eat her creampie, like a good little obediant puppy but she decided that it may be a little too soon for that...she was going to take her time and groom him properly, like she should have did when they were married.

" And please Daniel do your best tomorrow not to get yourself fired again on the first day ! " Isabelle said, before dimissing him and going to her bedroom...

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

A lot had happened over the previous few hours - much of it involving Daniel being subjected to humiliation, and much of it involving burning bridges he could never cross again. In addition to being humiliated, he was also overwhelmed with the rapid intensity of his life changes. No place to go if he got kicked out. No chance of going back to the shitty little jobs that barely enabled him to eat and sleep with a roof over his head. It occurred to him that he should have said "no" to Isabelle's offer, except that when she made it Isabelle was looking hotter than she'd ever looked when they were married and he wasn't able to think clearly. A chance for a decent life in her guest house (which was a million times nicer than the "house" he was renting). A chance to have his old job back, making more money. A chance to be near the sexiest woman he could imagine. A chance to reunite with her???

Maybe - just maybe if he could reestablish himself in Mr Black's company and gain some respect on the job, that would go a long way toward making him feel more like a man with some value - a man who could rival other men in Isabelle's eyes. They would have a lot of issues to "work out" - but it was definitely worth trying.

Then again, when there are only two males in a room and the poodle establishes itself as the Alpha of the group, Daniel's insecurities made him wonder if he would ever get that chance. Danny the poodle actually bit his hand as Daniel the servant was trying to attach a leash to the dog's collar. Fortunately it didn't bite too hard and the blood was easily stopped by a paper towel. The paper towel he clutched during their walk around the upscale neighborhood came in handy, as Daniel was inexperienced with walking dogs and didn't think about having to clean up any droppings little Danny deposited along the way.

The walk around the neighborhood enabled Daniel a closer look at how Isabelle and her neighbors lived. He wondered how she could afford to live in this neighborhood. Even though she got the large majority of his money as alimony, was it enough for this? He hadn't even asked about her job, or other source of income. There was much he didn't know, but figured he would find out eventually - for now his main concern was keeping Isabelle happy - and not getting fired his first day back at his old job.

 

[angelique127]

Isabelle did her best not to laugh when her poodle bit his namesake on the hand when attaching his leash. Her ex was such an awkward dork he couldn't even control a little dog...she rolled her eyes, knowing Danny was sort of pathetic but she had to protect her 'investment', at least for a little while longer or until she milked him for all his future earnings at his expense. It was needed to pay for her new lavish lifestyle. Speaking of funding, Isabelle had to get ready for her next performance on her web cam at midnight. She was one of the top performers on 'Hot White Sluts' and had the most hits on her webpage. Isabelle made thousands of dollars a week, thanks to Darius Black, her ex husbands boss and all she had to do was dress in lingerie and display her hot pussy for the camera. Of course her many patrons could text requests and always wanted to see close ups of her inserting a glass dildo into her wet pink. Some of the gentlemen, if you could refer them as that, liked and asked her to shove a jeweled butte plug in her tight anus and Isabelle was more than willing to please.

For an hour Isabelle was a like porn star, a sensuous centerfold or seductress that so many males { and some females } desired, modeling and posing her perfect body. She was their sexy ultimate night time fantasy...in pink, white, red or black lingerie. Too add to the excitement Isabelle had to be careful in case Danny heard her moans and whimpers from behind her closed door if he was doing his chores. She had left dog food out on the counter so Danny boy could be fed and a note to do last nights dishes...

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

Daniel had no problem doing the rest of his chores for the evening, and finally made it to bed. Much of the day had been humiliating for him, but the bed in Isabelle's guest quarters was more comfortable than he remembered a real bed could be. He felt as if he had moved from a dump into a palace.

That night he dreamed another strange dream - inspired no doubt from the humiliation he had experienced groveling before Mr Black and then having to clean the poodle's dog poop off the floor and his ex wife's shoe. In this dream, Mr Black's secretary with the big boobs which had distracted him while signing the papers, was assigned the task of attaching a leash to his collar and taking him for a walk in the middle of the work day. He would be on all fours, naked, led past all his coworkers who were laughing at him - out of the building and into the streets where hundreds of strangers could then laugh at him too. Danny the poodle was in the dream also, going for a walk with them, only Danny didn't need a leash. He was a good boy who did as he was told.

Next morning Daniel was amazed at how much a good night's sleep (though it could have been a couple of hours longer) on a comfortable bed made a difference. Now he was sure he could keep both Mr Black and his beautiful ex wife happy with his performance.

Going down his mental list, he realized a problem with the time frame Isabelle had given him. Getting off at 5:00 would not give him time to shop for groceries and prepare a meal. Much of that time would be spent simply commuting from the office to his new home. He would have to order something to be picked up on his way home and hope Isabelle and her guest liked it. As for her dinner guest, that might be his greatest concern and distraction during his first day back at work. Not knowing how Isabelle might choose to humiliate and degrade him that evening, he hoped the guest would simply be some female friend of Isabelle, someone they hadn't known during their marriage. It would be more humiliating if it was someone he had known from before. And worse still would be if it was a male - a romantic interest? That very thought made him feel as if his beautiful ex was ripping his heart out. Daniel was determined he would use their newfound closeness to win back her affection so they could be a couple again.

 

[angelique127]

Isabelle fussed over her makeup wanting to look her best for tonights dinner engagement. Last nights video session had lasted only an hour and she had made over three thousand dollars in tips. The blonde beauty with a 36-25-34 body had a large devoted following. Just the thought of so many men masturbating to her video and tipping her while she teased them was stimulating to say the least. She had earned a different afternoon promotion to a better daytime slot, although it might mean longer hours but more money. So Isabelle had considered joining a gym to keep her thighs and derriere toned and her body in good shape but a friend recommended a personal trainer instead. He would come to her home three or four times a week. Isabelle decided to meet him and invited Borus to dinner. He was an ex prize fighter that started his own business training and grooming upper scale females who could afford his services and she couldn't wait to meet him.

Over the years Isabelle had learned what any red blooded man liked. She often used her assets to her best advantage, showing off her cleaveage or crossing her long shapely legs. Smiling and batting her eyelashes, twirling her hair with a manicured finger. In public Isabelle primp and re apply her lipstick or touch up her make up, just like she did in front of the camera.

Now what to wear. Something revealing and sexy of course. Something that got his attention, like her sheer blouse that was almost transparent. And a very short skirt, along with a pair of 4" high heels.

Finished dressing Isabelle looked at her watch. It was already past five twenty and Danny wasn't home yet. Her guest was supposed to arrive at six and she wanted to make a good impression. Leave it to her ex hubby to mess it up. Why couldn't he do anything right after all the second chances she gave him ?

Isabelle picked up her phone and texted Danny boy [ Where are you ? Once again I can't even depend on you. Get home immediately. I swear if you mess this up for me you will be sleeping in the doghouse. ]

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

It was - once again? - slowly dawning on Daniel that his hormones had clouded his judgement and painted him into a corner. Despite the fact he had every reason in the Universe to hate Isabelle - when he was in her presence she was too beautiful and sexy and perfect a creature for him to remember why he hated her. All he could think is how awesome the sex was, AND how much more awesome the experiences were when she indulged him in his "little fantasies" as she called them - those roleplay sessions they shared when they were married, when he wanted her to play the dominant female lead. He would always play it off as "just a little something different to spice things up" and had somehow convinced himself into believing Isabelle didn't pick up on how obsessed he was with that particular fantasy.

How could he know that his ex wife had used all she learned from him about submissive men's desires and kinks to enslave the hearts and minds of other hapless victims? While there were the usual perverts who got off seeing women's private parts, of seeing things inserted into those private areas - the men who would eventually buy the most expensive memberships or leave the biggest tips were the submissive ones. The ones who never (or rarely) pictured themselves having sex with her - but who pictured themselves bowing at her feet and following her orders. Their lives, it seems to them, only have value when they are submitting to a deserving Domme like Isabelle.

Intellectually, most of them knew the difference between fantasy and reality. They masturbated to the thought of being kicked in the balls - but they didn't really want to be kicked in the balls. (Well, maybe for a brief second before orgasm - then as they were trying to catch their breath they also mentally confirmed it was just a harmless fantasy.)

Daniel was in that enviable - or unenviable - position of having to face up to what all those other men didn't. Because Daniel had the opportunity to choose. Even though he wasn't fully aware of how much his ex wife understood the power she had, his desire to submit was getting stronger by the minute, while at the same time the warning bells were sounding louder and louder.

"I'm sorry, but you have to know one hour is barely enough time for the commute some days, and impossible to throw in grocery shopping and cooking and then getting cleaned up and ready for dinner." He was smart enough to have phoned in his order to the upscale Deli near their ... well, near Isabelle's house. Otherwise, he might not yet be home at 5:45 rushing to put the salad in the refrigerator and the other entrees in the oven to keep warm before setting the table and opening the wine.

But even as he was defending his actions, he couldn't help but want to be on his knees at Her glorious feet. Oddly enough, he was so confused he didn't know if Isabelle was playing the Femdom, or just being a bitch. What he did know is that if she decided to kick him out, he was totally fucked. So, best not to piss her off, right?

"I... I'm sure I can work something out - adjusting my schedule if you want dinner at 6:00 every evening. And tonight, I can set two places, for you and your guest, and I'll take the ... I'll take Danny for a walk and try to keep him entertained." God, she was looking so beautiful, so sexy, he was literally trembling not out of fear of the power she held over him (though he probably should be trembling at the prospect) - but just by Isabelle's sheer awesomeness. So beautiful. So sexy. So perfect. So deserving of all he has.

Submitting to a self-centered bitch was fun in roleplay -- but in real life he wasn't so sure.

 

[angelique127]

Isabelle listened to Dannys excuses, perhaps she was putting to much pressure on her ex. He was a nice guy, Isabelle would desribe him as not only 'too nice' but as rather passive. Very easy going, wanting to get through life with the least amount of difficulty. Avoiding confortation. For instance, once he took her out to celebrate her birthday at her favorite and very expensive restaurant and the waiter got her order all wrong. Isabelle demanded that Danny take care of the situation and have it corrected. He tried to tell her it wasn't that bad and just to forget it and eat it anyway. Danny refused to confront the waiter about it and this left a bad taste in Isabelle's mouth. She wanted a man who would stand up for her and not be afraid to confront a mere waiter, coming to his own loving wife defense in the matter... Isabelle had to do it herself, using her feminine charm. The handsome waiter apologized profusely to her and they were served a whole new entree' and they were not charged for the meal. Happy birthday to her. Why couldn't her husband be more assertive or aggressive ? Needless to say Danny was denied his wife's pussy that night...

" Fine, I will re arrange your shecule tomorrow to meet my needs. Now please put on your new apron that I got for you today. I expect you to wear it when you are serving us dinner. You can walk the dog later. Just answer the door when he arrives and don't forget to be polite and make him feel welcome. I will be in my bedroom finishing getting ready for my dinner date. "

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

Daniel had counted out the silverware on a kitchen counter and was reaching for three plates from the cabinet when Isabelle entered to express her displeasure in his performance. What a blow it was to him just as he was entertaining thoughts of renewing their romantic relationship. Over the past few years since their divorce she had transformed herself from an attractive woman to an absolute goddess, and was living in a beautiful large home, driving an expensive sexy car - what could he offer her? It was all so confusing - she asked him to come live with her for a reason, though. Maybe she was realizing that all those nice things didn't mean as much without someone to love???

He really hadn't had much of a chance to try to get those thoughts sorted in his mind, as it was one thing after another demanding his full attention - or his humiliating debasement. He wasn't to dine with her and her guest tonight, he was to serve them. In an apron she demanded he wear. Pink, with ruffles. If Isabelle was trying to cater to his desire for kinky femdom roleplay she was going above and beyond the call of duty. If she wasn't ... he was in more trouble than he knew.

Daniel took two plates from the shelf, not three, and returned some silverware to the drawer. There was too much to do before 6:00 and it demanded his full attention. In an incredible stroke of luck Daniel had finished everything he could think needed to be done and took the liberty of pouring the wine - two glasses instead of three - when the doorbell rang. He was no longer conscious of how he must look, having removed only his coat from the business attire he'd worn to work and even still had his tie on - and that absurdly feminine apron - when he opened the door not know what or who to expect. Male? Female? Someone he knew? He hoped not.

Daniel was stunned. Literally stunned by what he saw when he opened the door. Before him was perhaps the most perfect physical specimen he had ever seen up close. The man was 6'6" tall and showed a unique talent for appearing impeccably dressed even though his attire was more casual than what Daniel had worn that day. The man looked as if he'd been carved from granite and Daniel finally understood what was meant by "perfectly chiseled features". If Daniel had been able to look more closely, more objectively, he could see slight imperfections in the man's handsome face. Signs his nose might have been broken at some point. (Of course it healed perfectly - no injury would dare disfigure a man like this.) Slight scars. Instead of presenting as imperfections, though, they only made him appear more handsome. A man who carried scars of battle which didn't show themselves any more than need be to make a point. He had gotten them from imposing his will on others.

Isabelle had transformed herself into a goddess - it was only appropriate she should be entertaining a god.

And it was only appropriate that Daniel should be serving them, not joining them as an equal.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?"

The man's voice was imposing, of course, but had some tenderness to it - when he spoke to Daniel it was as if he was addressing a child. Or perhaps the hottest celebrity speaking to an infatuated fan. Certainly not a rival. He would never see someone like Daniel as a rival - especially since Daniel was wearing a pink apron with ruffles.

This was the competition - and Daniel wanted to cry. As he realized how distant his chances of renewing his relationship with Isabelle was now, he wanted to crawl into a hole and die. But he couldn't. He had work to do.

"I'm sorry sir" his voice almost broke. Daniel stood aside to allow the man to enter. "M..m.. Miss Isabelle is still upstairs. May I offer you something to drink?"

 

[angelique127]

From upstairs Isabelle heard the doorbell ring and knew her guest had arrived. She finished putting on her mascara and checked out her reflection in her three way mirror, checking out her body from every different angle. Her dress hugged every curve and showed of her shapely legs and the round firm cheeks of her ass. Isabelle looked sensational and knew it. It was time to make an impression...

The blonde beauty gracefully descended the spiral staircase and greeted her guest. He stood up when she approached him and offered her hand, " So pleased to meet you, sir ! "

Isabelle was pleased at the way his dark bold eyes undressed her body. He towered over her despite her five inch high heels. Mr. Calvin Zyaire was a most impressive male and very muscular and handsome with a dazzling perfect white smile that contrasted with his dark face. Isabelle was aware how big and strong his hand was compared to her dainty one.

" Please won't you have a seat. Dinner should be ready soon. " she invited.

" Thank you, Mrs Anderson. I feel I must compliment on your beauty. Your husband is a very lucky guy. "

" Oh no...Danny is my ex. I let him live in the guest house out back since the divorce. " Isabelle explained, "He is such a help around the house. "

" I'm sure he is. " Calvin snorted, trying not to laugh. " I have one opening left on my shedule on Monday, Wednesday and Fridays at four PM if that works for you, unless you would like to join the gym instead. I am sorry to inform you that I have so many wives needing a personal trainer. I am in very much demand. "

" Yes, I am aware. You come highly recommended, Mr. Zyaire, that is why I invited you to dinner, hoping to hire your services. I have a mirrored home gym with excercise machines and the like and just need some encougement and inspiration, if you know what I mean. I am willing to pay whatever you want."

Isabelle was looking forward to Calvins workout program at her home three days a week. " Shall we have a little dinner that my thoughtful ex husband prepared in appreciation ? ' she asked, squeezing Calvin's bicep. Isabelle was so grateful that she had got the last time slot in his busy schedule.

" Danny why don't you go into the kitchen and get our dinner on the table while I show Mr. Zyaire the gym ? " Isabelle asked, dismissing her ex for the moment...Calvin followed Isabelle down the hall, watching as she shaked her perfectly shaped round ass. " This is our gym room but I am open to any improvements that you suggest. "

Calvin didn't bother to waste any time once they were in private. He used his strong hands to feel her ass up from behind. Isabella realized that Calvin was very agressive like most black men were...

" Do you always just take what you want ? "