John's Long Journey Into Night Part Three by Doc

John’s Long Journey into Night – Part Three
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Synopsis of Part Two:  John, recently divorced, goes to his high school reunion, and meets an aggressively fascinating lady Lenore, who takes him home.  He discovers she is a domme when he meets her friend Mandy, also a domme.  He, like Mandy’s husband is soon caged and told by the two women that he is now embarked on a new adventure: serving them!  Their first project: Explaining how Mandy’s husband became her caged pet. They get off track, however…
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Mandy watched John eating his dinner in the wire cage with his hands.  Leonore grinned. “No utensils, Mandy?”  She replied, “Oh, my dog eats out of a bowl, so why not yours too, Lenore?”  Mandy turned toward John.  “Right, Rover?”

Leonore got up from the sofa, walked up to John’s cage, and smartly kicked it.  “Hey, you were asked a question, dammit!”  She turned her face toward Mandy and winked.

“Yes, Miss Leonore!”  John was both ashamed and excited as he spoke those words.  “I don’t need utensils, Miss Mandy.”  He scooped the last of the rice and beans into his mouth.  John hadn't realized how hungry he was; it was only when he’d shoveled the first of the slop into his mouth that he realized he hadn't eaten since morning.  He was going to explain that he hadn't meant to ignore the women but that…. No, forget it.  They didn’t want an explanation.  He kept quiet.

Leonore got things back on track.  “Oh, where were we?” she said as she returned to the sofa.  She rested her head against Mandy’s shoulder.  John wondered at that.

“Oh, yes, how Mandy and Fred got together!”

Mandy held up her hand in protest.  “No, Leonore… how I picked Fred, planned his seduction, and executed it – to the point where he does whatever I tell him to do!”  Mandy grinned.

“Point made, girlfriend.”

Fred suddenly realized he was way too comfortable with this bizarre scene.  What would have happened if his ex were to have seen him in this ‘situation’?  A second later a gruesome thought flashed through his mind, along with an image: his ex-wife doing this – precisely this -- to his ex-boss.  He gulped, suddenly realizing she had been capable of it.  Then another thought swept through his confused mind, “Maybe this same scene is going on in her new house with her new husband at this exact moment!”  John felt faint, as if he were free-falling into some kind of Alice in Wonderland place populated by perverted women disguised as ‘average housewives’, hiding in a vast crowd of real ‘average housewives’.   He dismissed the proliferating images only after he had begun to mentally undress his ex-wife and a few of the others.  His fantasy was going haywire as he desperately was trying to find out who was real and who was not.  “This is getting out of hand!” he thought.

Bang.  Back to the present!

“Fido, you haven’t heard a word I’ve said, have you?” were the first words that he heard, coming out of his reverie.  The voice was Mandy’s.

“Uh, I was… uh, thinking of my ex-wife, Miss… Margaret….and …. “

Leonore interrupted.  “His wife – now ex-wife – decided to trade him in for an upgrade.  She dumped him for his boss.  Fido here never had a clue his wife was fucking the boss.  I gather she married the ‘big guy’ and walked out on this one.”  Mandy nodded, as Leonore continued, “I could see that this one…” she pointed at John with her manicured index finger, “was depressed and desperate at the mixer.”  She paused.  “What a bunch of boring people there, Mandy!.” She hesitated as she thought, and then resumed.  “Well, anyway it was obvious this one was depressed, lonely, and desperate.  He hadn’t brought anyone with him, either.  I figured, ‘lets’ check this out.’  It didn’t take five minutes before I knew about the wife… uh, ex-wife, boss, and so on.  He really seemed bent on telling me how humiliated and pathetic he was…”

Leonore stopped.  “Is, I should say….

“I decided to press my advantage to see how far I could lead Fido here into temptation.  And there he is: in a cage in my living room eating warmed up leftovers with his hands.” Mandy chuckled – again.

Leonore smiled, and stated firmly “I love being a woman, Mandy.  What a trip!  I wish I’d known how easy they are when I was 21”.  Leonore took another sip of her Merlot.

John couldn’t keep his eyes off Leonore’s lips.  He felt his heart speed up when her tongue darted out to catch a few drops of the wine and removed them before hiding itself inside again.

Mandy turned to Leonore ever so slightly and said to her.  “Leonore, you are so evil.

Leonore replied, “Yes I know. I really am.”  She then added, “So are you, Mandy.”

“Yep, you got that!”

There was a long silence.   John’s mind turned over and over like an idling engine.  He kept bringing up all kinds of images… but the overwhelming one was that of a distant camera peering down into this room, recording this scene in freeze frame.

Mandy got up off the sofa, casually sauntered over to Fred’s still draped cage, and with a sudden flick of the wrist, snatched it off and tossed it in a corner.  Fred instantly withdrew his hand from between his legs – but not quickly enough.

Leonore laughed out loud.  “Gee, Mandy, he’s getting himself ready for you.  Or maybe for me?”  John noticed that Fred, a big man, was had indeed been using the sheet for ‘cover’.  He decided he was very happy this stranger was in a cage – and that he himself also was.  Protection.  Wire separating them.  He found Fred’s presence ‘distasteful’ – but he realized neither of the women did.  “Majority rule”, thought.  “This isn’t even my house.”

Mandy took off her shoe and very deliberately and methodically began banging the heel on Fred’s cage.  John expected a few raps and then silence.  He was wrong.  Mandy kept banging and banging on the cage.  He looked at her face.  She had a strange look on it: a mixture of cold fury, embarrassment, and … gloating.  She was pissed!

After at least two minutes, she leaned down to Fred’s level, put her face less than eight inches from the wire mesh – and spat out two words: “Fuck you!” Then she turned, grabbed her mostly empty glass of wine, and walked out of the room.  John heard her climbing the stairs.  Fred hadn’t said a word.

Leonore wasn’t paying any attention to Fred.  She didn’t turn as Mandy left the room.  She was staring directly at John as she made one comment to Fred, without taking her eyes off of John.  “Fred, you just fucked up … bad.  I only have one thing to say to you and that’s while I talk to my new ‘pet’ I don’t want to hear one word come out of your mouth.  And keep your hands away from your fucking crotch!’

She then got up, walked over to John’s cage, sat down on the carpet – and then extended herself on the carpet as if a Roman empress.  She seemed very relaxed and, lying only inches from him and in a very soft voice said, “I’m going to call you John for a while…. Don’t let it go to your head.  You’re going to spend the night here.  You are going to be kept in this cage.  In the morning, you will again be addressed as Fido – and I reserve the pleasant privilege of treating you as the whore-dog I know you are.  Are we clear on that, John?”  He nodded.  She was almost whispering.
“Good, now I’m going to tell you the story of Mandy and Fred, and – going back to our college years – how Mandy and I learned and perfected our power -- to get men to do whatever WE wanted.” She paused.

“John the first thing tomorrow I’m going to ask you one single question.  It will be:  “Do you want to leave and never see me again, or do you want to stay here until I decide to dispose of you perhaps weeks and perhaps month from now.”  John was about to speak.  Leonore put her fingers across her lips. “Not now, John.  Not until tomorrow.  Tonight you are simply going to listen.  Think hard between now and tomorrow.  You get no second chances.”  She paused.  John was still…..

She spoke: “As they say in all fairy tales, John, ‘Once upon a time’  In my fairy tale it continues ‘ there were two 18-year-old girls in Catholic college in eastern Ohio. ‘  …..

And so began Leonore’s story explaining the long trail that led from a distant place long ago to Leonore’s living room – and how and why Mandy and Fred and she and John were in their respective places.  John listened attentively as she started…..

                                                            (To be continued)