“The community at one point went through a very dominant/subservient phase. I’m talking serious BDSM shit. Everyone was into it. That’s when the whole pet/owner thing happened and it stuck. This happened long before I lived there but apparently Kendall, the one in charge, thought things were getting out of hand and wrote that into the rules and regulations so someone would be in charge of each relationship instead of complete sexual anarchy. But I promise you this. I’m not perfect. I will stray. I don’t want to. I tried not to. But it’s the way I’m wired and I think you’re wired the same way. You will stray too. So I’m inviting you to stray. If you let me know you want to fuck someone, I’ll say go ahead, then you have that bullshit owner permission you’re talking about. I really do want you to get it out of your system because I know once you let loose, you’re going to absolutely love living in Erotic Mayberry, and it’s my hope, like I told you before, that we’ll grow old together, fuck whoever we want, but come back to each other’s arms each evening and sit on that front porch drinking sweet tea.”
“You want me to let go like that?” I asked.
He had no idea the beast he was about to let out of the cage.
“I think you need to,” he said. “I honestly think the reason you tried to kill yourself is you still felt guilty about your desires. Yes, your man died of a drug overdose, I know that. But that’s not what really set you off. You felt guilty, gross, bad for the lifestyle you were living and the fact your man went out the way he did only confirmed your ideas that life wasn’t how you wanted it to turn out.”
He might’ve been right. I’d never thought of it that way.
“I want to fuck Pasha,” I said out loud.
He was quiet for a second and then laughed.
“That actually hurt a little bit,” he said.
“Did it?”
“It didn’t hurt, but I didn’t realize you already had someone in mind.”
“It’s the classes,” I admitted. “We’ve been paired up a lot and I’ve done everything I can to stop IT from happening. I didn’t want to cheat on you. Then, when I saw you with Suzanne I felt like such a fool for telling everyone you wouldn’t hurt me and that I couldn’t have sex with anyone else out of respect for you.”
“If you want Pasha,” he said. “Then I want you to have sex with him. I want you to give in to your desires. But always come back to me.”
I sat silent. He’d just given me permission to fuck another man. I looked out the window at the setting sun and realized he was driving back to my old city. Back toward the hospital and my apartment.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked.
“I’m going to do something that no one else in Erotic Mayberry would dare to do,” he said. “I’m taking you home.”
“What?”
Panic set in. Was he ditching me? Had he given up on me? And why did I care so much? I’d seen him fucking someone else and I hated him, yet I didn’t hate him anymore. I didn’t want to go home.
“I’m going to take you back to your old apartment,” he said. “Your keys are in the glove box. They’ve been there since the day I took you to my house. Our house. I’m going to drop you off. You call me in the morning and let me know how you feel. If you want to stay there, I will bring you your things and all the clothes you had at my house. You can have a fresh start at your apartment. If you want to come home with me, I’d be honored to have you.”
What the fuck?
Nerves took over. I didn’t want to go home. I wasn’t sure I could handle being in my house. That’s where I’d tried to kill myself. I was still the owner of the place but I hadn’t stepped foot in there since the day Bastian took me away. I hadn’t even thought about the place. It would’ve sat and rotted or eventually been taken by the bank or whatever happens when payments aren’t made.
I was quiet until he turned onto my street.
“This isn’t necessary,” I said. “You’re making me uncomfortable, Bastian. Just take me back.”
“It won’t work like that,” he said. “You need this in order to make this your decision. Last time I went about it all wrong. It had been my decision and you hadn’t understood what you were getting into. This time you do. This time if you go back, you need to be ready to embrace the lifestyle. But I will not force you to go back. It’s all up to you.”
He parked his car at the curb and got out to walk around and open my door. There, he took my hand and stood me up. He reached in to get my keys and handed them to me. He handed me my phone. Then reached around behind my neck and unclasped my necklace.
The change in my thoughts and feelings was immediate, but not as drastic as one might think. My desire to fuck subsided a bit and I felt slightly agitated as opposed to the relaxed state I’d been in ever since putting it on. I’d been angry and worried but none of those thoughts ever consumed me the way they did when he undid the clasp.
“As you know, this necklace alters your thoughts,” he said.
I laughed. It definitely did.
“It was never meant to stop you from making your own decisions, but I have to admit, it does make you much more willing to try things. It relaxes you and doesn’t let you dwell on your insecurities. So I’ve removed it. Your decision is completely yours.”
“This really isn’t necessary,” I said. “I choose you.”
“I wish I knew that was the truth, but I need to know that you’re one-hundred percent sure.”
He leaned forward and kissed my forehead.
“Call me in the morning and let me know what you think,” he said.
Then he walked around to the driver’s side, got into the car, and pulled away.
To say that night was the longest of my life would be an understatement. Walking through the doorway immediately brought with it a feeling of dread and that feeling dragged on forever. I wanted to leave but I had nowhere to go. The kitchen reminded me of making breakfast alone. The living room reminded me of watching TV alone. The bathroom reminded me of my failed attempt to end my life and even that I did alone.
A crushing heaviness in my chest made it hard to breathe. So I sat on the couch and stared at the dark TV. In the glare provided by the kitchen light shining off the screen, I sat and imagined I was watching my entire trip to E. Mayberry. An episode of my life. I saw myself at the party, proud to have Bastian on my arm. I saw Jackie at my side as we both had men eating us out beneath the table. It wasn’t Bastian doing it. I knew that. And I’d enjoyed it just fine.
I imagined sex with Bastian in bed and seeing my neighbors fuck in the back yard and seeing other neighbors fuck in the swimming pool and seeing classmates fuck in the classroom and the feeling of Bastian fucking me from behind up against the sliding glass door when the lighting flashed and I saw other couples doing the same.
I saw Suzanne riding Bastian and heard Pasha’s pleas to leave Erotic Mayberry with him.
Then I imagined myself in the car wash with Bastian and the bubbly girl with the vibrator at my clit.
I loved Erotic Mayberry. I fucking loved the place. I’d been fighting my urges since entering and I wanted so badly to be back there, doing whatever I wanted. I’d hang out around the house and wait for my man to get home from work. I’d watch him on TV as he fucked other women the way he’d watch me as I fucked other men. I’d go swimming and chicken fight other women and go down on whoever’s shoulders I’d been sitting on. Bastian and Pasha both looked so content with their cocks in Suzanne. I might even go fuck her just so I could see what the hype was about.
I fell asleep on the couch, thinking of how much fun I’d have.
First thing in the morning, I called Bastian.
“Good morning, babe,” I said. “Come pick me up. I choose Erotic Mayberry.”
Chapter 11
“So you chose to go back,” Tension said. “You were in love with the doctor.”
“Yes,” I admitted.
Tension filled his glass again and did the same with mine.
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�I did love Bastian. But I think I loved myself more and it had taken that trip home to make me realize how much. I deserved to be happy and like Bastian I couldn’t be happy without some variety,” I said.
“You can’t be happy without variety?” Tension asked.
“No, I don’t think I can,” I replied. “Let me ask you something. Tell me about your sex drive.”
“Insatiable,” he said.
“Everyone would say that. Tell me more.”
“I was an alcoholic who cheated on my wife,” he admitted.
“Cheated, like once?”
“Like every night. I shouldn’t be telling you this.”
“Seriously?” I said as I slammed my glass down on the table loud enough to ensure him I didn’t like his answer. “You’re going to keep secrets from me when I’ve been telling you my deepest darkest?”
He took a drink and nodded.
“You’re right,” he said. “I’m sorry. That’s kind of insensitive of me. By telling you this, I’m trusting you with information I’ve never given to anyone before.”
“Same here,” I reminded him.
“If I tell you this, you might want to leave the bar,” he said.
“I highly doubt you can say anything that will make me want to leave this bar.”
“I have a habit of sleeping with women on the job.”
“Sleeping with them or fucking them? There is a difference.”
“Fucking them.”
I stood up.
“You’re a fucking pig,” I said as I started to walk away but then laughed and turned back around to take my seat.
“You’re not mad?”
“Have you heard my story?” I asked.
“When your job is to help people and solve crimes, you’d be surprised how turned on the women involved can get. I’ve fucked thankful wives, prostitute daughters, and horny widows.”
“So you’re a sex addict?”
“I’ve never had to put a label on it but since you put it that way, I think maybe I am.”
“And are you happy with the way your life is going right now?”
“I suppose not,” he said, swirling his glass around, refusing to look me in my eyes.
“Look at me,” I told him.
He lifted his gaze and I kissed his lips hard.
“There’s nothing wrong with you,” I told him.
The pain in his eyes told me he didn’t believe me.
“I’ve only been told the opposite.”
“Sounds like you need a new group of friends,” I said.
“Easy for you to say,” he replied. “I’m a cop.”
“Do you like being a cop?”
“Not anymore. I used to.”
“So what did you like about it that you don’t like anymore?”
“I liked helping people, making a difference, keeping people safe. Now it’s nothing but endless arrests in this cesspool of a city.”
“Maybe you need to be a small town sheriff or something like that.”
He smiled.
“A small town sheriff with a sex addiction? Sounds dangerous for the females in town,” he said.
“Depends on the town,” I replied. “And speaking of sex addictions. Let me tell you more about my stay at Erotic Mayberry.”
He nodded and took a sip.
“When Bastian picked me up, I knew I was saying goodbye to my apartment for the last time, along with everything in it. None of that trash from my old life belonged in my new one. Not even my old attitude. I left it there on the kitchen counter next to some rotting fruit. That was, after all, what my old way of thinking was. Rotten fruit. My idea of what life was supposed to be was built on a foundation of lies. Like a circus monkey I’d performed for cameras and performed for everyone else in life when the truth is, I didn’t give a shit about any of it or anyone in that old life.
I only cared about Bastian and my newfound fondness for Erotic Mayberry. This was a community that had accepted me, a neighborhood full of welcoming people with no judgements. Those women at the sex toy party, the night they’d showed me Bastian and Suzanne on TV, they had no ill-will toward me. I didn’t realize it at first but then I understood they had no intention of hurting me. Watching their owners and pets fuck other people was what they did to get off, to get horny, and they’d only wanted me to participate. They’d been in Erotic Mayberry so long that it seemed absolutely normal and they didn’t know that I was still learning to cope with all the changes. What I’d misinterpreted as bitchy bullies was nothing more than a group of naïve and innocent women having a good time. They only wanted me to have a good time too. I owned them all an apology.
I returned home with Bastian as a proud early graduate of a 3-day Welcome to Erotic Mayberry class and I was ready to prove it. With my necklace returned to its place around my neck, I was a new person and Bastian couldn’t be happier. Of course, the initial sensitivity I’d experienced when strapped to the doctor’s bed had worn off and I was back to normal, or as normal as one can be while wearing an attitude-adjusting accessory. Bastian and I ate breakfast together outside on the front porch the day after my arrival. I waved at neighbors and even called a couple over to chat. No hypocrisy. Tina was one of those neighbors. When I did my best to quickly explain, she brushed it off and laughed.
Later that day, Bastian brought me a leash and held it up to see what I’d think. It was pink and had diamond-looking jewels all the way around it. A tag hung at its front with “Sunshine” pressed into it.
“What is this?” I asked.
“You don’t have to do it,” he said. “But today is a thing called Playdate in the Park. Pets can play with whatever pet they’d like, or multiple pets, whatever. Owners are there just to watch. We can play with each other if we want but no owner and pet interaction. It’s kind of a free-for-all meant for pets. So I was thinking. It’s a good chance for you to fuck Pasha.”
Unbelievable. He wants me to fuck Pasha.
“Are you sure about this?” I asked. “And what’s with the fucking collar?”
“It’s like a costume. Like if you went to a 1920s party and dressed like a flapper. It’s just for fun.”
“So I’m a dog?”
“Or a cat,” he said followed by a chuckle.
“You do like to keep your pussy on a leash.”
The park wasn’t a park at all, not like you’d imagine it. In a building that looked like an old airplane hangar just beyond the car wash, the outside looked like nothing special. As we parked the car I saw other pets led into the building. The trashy woman from the pool was being walked in by her owner and Jackie held the hand of her pet.
Bastian led me in by my leash. I’d chosen to wear a sundress easy to get out of. I was going to have sex in front of other people and I was excited about it. No longer did I feel like it was a taboo thing that I was only viewing. I would be a part of the action and I was a willing participant. I’d made the decision to stick around and do this kind of stuff.
Inside the hangar, the floor was soft red rubber. Playground equipment was set up all over the place, to include a slide, monkey bars, swings, and all kinds of cushions, ramps, shackles and straps. The lighting was dim and encircling the play area was a soft cushion seat that went all the way around. It reminded me of the miniature play parks you might find in a mall. With no door we had to climb over the seats to get in.
That’s when I saw Suzanne and Pasha. Pasha wore a leash much like mine, only blue with sapphire-like stones going around it. He was naked and seated next to Suzanne who was fully clothed.
“There he is,” Bastian whispered to me.
Hearing him egg me on was stranger than allowing it. I think it was his way of ensuring I’d stay. He knew if I could let down my guard and sink into this lifestyle, he’d have me for the rest of my life.
“Go mingle,” Bastian said. “I’ll wait over here.”
“And you want me to have sex with someone out there?” I asked. “You’re sure about this
?”
“Yes,” he said. “I want you to have fun. Do anything and everything you want. I’ll sit back and watch.”
“Are you going to fuck someone?” I asked.
“Do you want me to?” he asked.
“Let’s make a deal,” I said. “Whatever I do, you can do.”
If I’d known all that I’d do, maybe I wouldn’t have made that deal with him. It started with me mingling. I didn’t take my dress off at first. It seemed all eyes were on me even though I knew they probably weren’t. The world didn’t revolve around me.
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