A Condo with Two Views

A CONDO WITH
TWO VIEWS

Al Daltrey

Copyright 2015
by Al Daltrey

Smashwords
Edition

This story
contains STRONG BDSM. While fully consensual, it includes
submission, dominance, sadism and masochism. Please do NOT buy or
read this if you are offended by graphic sexual descriptions
including sexual violence. All characters are aged 25+, and it is
recommended for an adult audience ONLY (aged 21+). This story is
pure fiction and the author does not condone any violent
behavior.

The author
welcomes your comments, or any concerns:

[email protected]

His
View:
Dedicated to my wife,

who helped
immensely with this book,

especially the
female sensibility.

Her
View:
He’s being kind,

as this is
truly his story.

(except the
really hot stuff).

Chapter 1: The Honeymoon

Jack’s View:

I’d say Chloe is the perfect wife. She’s
beautiful, of course. She’s killer smart. I often tell her that
she’s smarter than I am. If we have kids, I hope they take after
her. Not only that, she’s insightful, she’s caring. Yes, at times
she can be stubborn. Oh, I guess I should say she can also tolerate
quite the spanking. I have to practically pry her safeword out of
her when I’m laying into her ass with a paddle.

Outside of the bedroom she can stand her
ground with anyone, me included. She’s no pushover. But in the
bedroom, well let’s just say that behind closed
doors
, the love of my
life turns into a complete and total slut. Make no mistake; my wife
Chloe Walker is a submissive masochist: no wonder I love her so
much.

We had decided on a two week honeymoon.
The first week was spent on a quiet resort in Turks and Caicos. We
knew that after the madness of a wedding, we’d need at least one
week to chill. By mid-morning, we’d be into the Margaritas and
Pi
ñ
a Coladas. By noon,
Mai Tais, Mojitos, and beer. Actually, it might be easier if I list
what we
didn’t
drink. In
the afternoon we’d nap in our room, wake up, fuck again – and go
swimming before dinner. After a wonderful meal together, and some
dancing or partying or whatever, we’d do one last shot of Tequila,
or perhaps some bourbon for me, and then back up to our room for
yet more amazing sex.

I kept the bdsm to a minimum. There was no
pain-play that week, nor did we use toys or bondage or anything of
an extreme nature. I held her and told her how much I loved her
each time we made love.

The second week was spent exploring
Vancouver Canada and Seattle. We knew after one week of sun and
beach in the Caribbean, we’d be itchy to go for long walks, to see
the sights, to visit galleries and everything that goes with being
in a bigger city. I’d only been to Vancouver once on business, and
this was Chloe’s first time, so we had a blast. The week was a
blur. The food was spectacular. Chloe had selected a bunch of
restaurants in advance, based on recommendations from friends, and
we toured all over to the find these spots. Seattle closed out our
honeymoon.

We took an airport limo back to our condo. We
were tired from the trip, but it was a good tired. A contented
tired. Two lovers just married. While we had dated for two years,
this to me represented the official beginning of our life together.
I glanced over at Chloe intending to give her a smile. She was
softly crying. I knew immediately it was not sad tears, but happy
tears. My darling was deeply in love. She was enroute to begin the
next phase of her life, with her man. That man was me.

The first week back was hectic, but good.
Both of us had an enormous amount of catching up to do at our
respective jobs. We did our best to kick-ass during the day, so we
had time in the evening to unpack and put away some of the wedding
gifts, and return the seemingly endless list of emails. Chloe wrote
personalized thank you cards to each and every person who had
attended our ceremony, including the ones who couldn’t attend, but
had sent a gift. She made sure each card was genuine and real, and
original. Finally every night at 11:00 pm, we’d shut down on
everything except each other. The last hour of the day was ours and
ours alone. No computer, no cell phones, no TV. Jack and Chloe.
Period.

We’d been living together for months
before the wedding so there wasn’t that kind of adjustment
necessary. All of her stuff, including her furniture, was already
moved into our condo. There was plenty of room still, as our condo
was quite spacious.

During our entire honeymoon, and the first
week back, I had not used my Dom voice once. This was a tone of
voice that Chloe knew all too well. It did not signify anger, in
fact, quite the opposite. It signaled that it was
play
time. Not as husband and wife.
Not as lovers. But as dominant and submissive. As Master and slave.
When I used this tone of voice, two things happened. One, I took
immediate control. And two, Chloe’s pussy would start to leak like
a faucet.

Finally now, at the beginning of our second
week back, I used the voice: “This month you will receive your
first assignment as my owned submissive.”

Chloe shuddered where she stood. I let my
words hang in the air, and made sure she had time to let the words
sink in.

“Yes Master,” she replied, with a soft
shaking voice.

“
Expect that someone other than me will be
using your body,” I continued.

Happily married, it was time to return to our
normal way of life.

Chloe’s View:

Where do I start? Jack is tall,
handsome
, and he is all
mine. I know he loves me. I felt it on the first day we met. Being
male, he thought it was all lust. Being a woman, I knew he was
taken with me and soon wouldn’t be able to help himself. He is more
than my husband, he is my Dom. Sure, he is very good looking, but
it is more than that. He has such sex appeal. With a look, he can
make me heal. Sexually speaking, I love to receive pain. I am one
dirty girl. I would rub myself on the corner of the clothes dryer
if I had to. No apologies here. And the sweet reality is that I
love Jack’s body, mind and all of his kinky interests. It was a
match made in sex heaven.

I remember the first time I saw Jack’s
cock. Let me see, the word stupendous comes to mind. Big, thick,
and perfectly straight. When it gets hard, it gets
rock
hard. Just the thought of it
makes me tingle. Can you blame me for wanting it inside me 24/7?
When that thing is inside me, I know I’m all his, like his sword is
commanding my submission. I am completely and utterly his. His to
do whatever he desires.

You should have seen him on our wedding day;
walking down the aisle I could see him standing there tall, strong
and oh so handsome in his black tuxedo. He looked slightly nervous
which made him even more endearing to me. He had just cut his brown
hair a little shorter than normal. A few days before, he came home
from the salon and quietly commented that his mother would
appreciate the shorter style. I just smiled. With his presence,
Jack certainly commanded attention whenever he walked into a room.
Seeing him, waiting anxiously for his bride at the end of the
aisle, made me the happiest woman in the room. Tears threatened as
I walked to my future husband.

In the end, our wedding was magical. I
mean, like most brides, looking back there are probably some things
I would have changed. That said, I don’t really worry about the
little details of that day, I just wanted to be married to this
man. Planning a wedding isn’t easy. At times, I felt like I was
being pulled in a million directions. You need to be true to
yourself, but then there are your friends, your parents, and your
future in-laws. Thankfully, Jack was a dream. He supported me, and
provided his input when asked, but otherwise he let me plan most of
the wedding and run the show. By all accounts, we had one of the
most picturesque weddings our circle of family or friends had ever
seen.

Of course, we chose a beautiful place to
be married. It was a large, tastefully decorated, renovated mansion
on top of rolling hills overlooking the sea. I requested a
perfectly lit sunset, and that’s exactly what I got! Not being
particularly religious, we decided to opt out of a church ceremony
and got married on the main floor of the mansion. Numerous French
doors framed the room as the sun set on the horizon. It had a
centre aisle, lined by long tapered flaming white candles. Very
romantic, and despite the room being filled with so many other
people, it felt like the world melted away, and it was just me and
my man.

After the ceremony, we took photographs
and joined all of our guests for an exquisite dinner served on the
finest china. Speeches were made, champagne flutes were clinked,
and all who attended really did enjoy themselves. Now, as every
woman knows, here is the most important feature of the day. My
dress, of course! Next to the honeymoon and picking the perfect
groom, every bride knows the single most important detail of your
day. I bet if you asked any groom, he would barely remember your
dress. Ask him what your pussy looked like on your wedding night,
he’d know.

Picture this:
a Panina Tornai designer dress; slightly off-white
sweetheart sheath design in beautifully beaded lace, hugging my
every curve. My brown hair was swept up into a sophisticated bun
with a finely beaded head dress. The beads danced in the
candlelight as the fabric gently flowed creating a carpet of
loveliness as I walked graciously toward my groom. It was a very
sophisticated, yet sexy wedding dress. Walking down the aisle, I
knew that men wanted me and all the women wanted to be
me.

I wasn’t sure if every bride felt like
this on her honeymoon, but while it was wonderful and the sex was
amazing, I couldn’t wait for us to be back home as a married
couple. Most of all, it was the little things I looked forward to:
day-to-day life things. For example, I wanted to wake up in the
condo, sneak out of bed early, and with Jack still sleeping put the
coffee on. This way, when he opened his eyes, he’d smell the
freshly brewed java and know that a hot strong cup was waiting. I
wanted to tidy up, after we had friends over for a few drinks,
before Jack could make his way to the kitchen. I would know exactly
where everything goes; after all it would be
my
kitchen. I feel silly thinking this, but I just
wanted to be Jack’s wife. I wanted us to get a letter in the mail
addressed to Mr. and Mrs. Gibb.

The first week back was as busy as you’d
expect. I couldn’t believe the honeymoon was over. Was that two
weeks?
It felt more like
two days. On occasion, I’d pinch myself. I’m married to Jack Gibb,
formerly the most sought after bachelor in all of San
Francisco.
How the fuck did I pull this off?
I know he considers me beautiful, but this guy
could have had anyone.
Oh well, too late girls, he picked me!

Work was work. It was hard to concentrate,
but I didn’t want to fall behind. They had been good to me in the
weeks leading up to the wedding, so I owed them my best effort, and
I gave it my all. I skipped lunch all week to keep chipping away at
the thank-you notes.

By the beginning of our second week, we
were caught up on sleep, and then Jack spoke with that tone of
voice that never failed to stop me in my tracks. I hadn’t heard
that voice for well over a month. I practically convulsed hearing
it.

“
This month you will receive your first
assignment as my owned submissive.”

I was speechless for a second. I also
practically came on the spot. Jack had long since discovered my
slutty and dutiful alter ego, and he played me like a violin. Over
the next few hours, I’d replay these words in my mind, over and
over.

“
Yes Master,” was my response.

Chapter 2. Two Views

Jack’s View:

We closed the deal on our new condominium
only a few months earlier. The building itself is brand new, so we
are the first owners of our suite. In fact, of the 92 units in our
building, only about half are currently sold, with many of them
still under construction. Personally, I think some of the units are
overpriced. Very few have the stunning two-directional view that we
have. We are on the Penthouse floor, so
we have the benefit of height. But also, our unit
spans the width of the building, hence giving us two views – we
face north looking out the living room, and we face south looking
out the bedroom.