Geoff and Marie’s Good Life: Part 8

Feel The Force

Geoff faces some peculiar challenges.

Based on posts by Only In My Mind, in 15 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

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Angie
arrived in time for tea on Tuesday evening and, being a math genius,
helped Colin with his math homework. Well why waste an opportunity like
that? Marie politely declined our invitation to join us at the pub later
that evening for two reasons; first, it was likely to be a very nerdy
conversation and she'd just feel marginalized; second, it was likely to
involve a discussion of submissive lifestyles, something she really
doesn't really engage with: She prefers Angie as a playmate rather than a
plaything.

So
anyway, she thought it would be better for all concerned if it were
only Emily, Adrian, Angie and me involved. Truth be told, she had the
latest Richard Osman book to start, and she fancied a quiet night in.

We
watched the first episode of The Mandalorian before we left for the pub
and I'm sure that my wife enjoyed it even more than her muted, "I
suppose it was okay." suggested.

We
arrived just before the kids and I got the beer in; All four of us were
drinking pints of locally made IPA. We settled down and just caught up
before we got down to business. Adrian had made some discrete enquiries
and the University's Department of Fashion Design would be interested in
creating costumes for our guests if we would be prepared to underwrite
the cost of the materials. Angie agreed without even asking how much.

I glanced at her and she just frowned and shook her head. "Not now Geoff."

When
we described Marie's fascination with a Bo-Katan outfit, Emily got
quite excited. It turned out that she was on an engineering course and
looking for a CAD (computer aided design) project for her coursework.
She would love to create Mandalorian armor components in either aluminum
or polymer but they would need painting.

Angie
and I looked at each other and spoke together. "Lucy!" Yes. One of our
little sex circle is a talented professional artist.

Then
Adrian raised the issue of Intellectual Property Rights. He was
concerned that Lucas Films or Disney or someone would sue the University
for I P R infringement. Again, in chorus, "Megan!" Yes. Tomorrow night,
Marie and I would be entertaining a well-respected solicitor. It
wouldn't be something I'd be discussing during her visit, but I was
rather hoping that we would have her feeling particularly well disposed
towards us before she went home to Charles.

We
also chatted about our costume or character debate but the kids
couldn't help us to decide either. Talking about costumes eventually led
us, reasonably neatly, to Angie's collar and what it represented. Angie
tried to explain. To be fair, it was much as Marie had described to
Emily on Sunday.

"Sometimes,"
she said. "There's just so much in my life, in my head, that I just
need to turn it right down. When I submit to Geoff, I give myself
entirely to him. My problems just don't matter anymore; I am entirely
his to control. Wearing his collar just symbolizes that. But," she
paused and looked intently at the young couple. "It only works because I
trust Geoff implicitly. If he ordered me to humiliate myself, here now,
then I probably would, and that thought alone strangely excites me.
But," she paused again. "At the same time, I feel safe in his power
because I know that he would ever do anything that would hurt my body,
my mind or my reputation."

That's
when Emily spoke up. "I think that's how I feel sometimes. As a woman, a
shy woman at that, on an engineering course, sometimes it feels so; so;
intense. Having somebody to take that weight off me, even just for a
while, sounds so appealing." I was proud of the girl.

Angie
smiled. "Yes, sweetheart. It's like meditation. Losing yourself in the
moment." Then the smile morphed into her muckiest grin. "But the orgasms
are so much better our way."

Adrian sat quietly, just listening. "Do you understand, Geoff?" He asked. "I want to, but I feel a bit lost."

It
was a hard question to answer but I admired the lad for asking it, so I
did my best. "Emotionally, No. I don't understand. The same way that I
can't 'understand' being gay. It's personal and probably even
individuals with the same inclinations experience them in their own way.
But I do try to understand what Angie needs from me. So, while I will
only do things that I'm okay with, they're mainly for her benefit, not
mine. Does that make sense?"

"I suppose so," he admitted, as the girls looked on hopefully.

"Angela." I looked at her. "Did you bring your collar?"

She beamed at me. "Yes sir. May I put it on?"

"You may." I allowed.

She
reached into her bag and took her gold collar from its box and turned
so that Emily could fasten it for her. Adrian sat quietly watching and
Emily's hands were trembling as she helped. Her chest was rising and
falling in a most intriguing way too.

"Angela.
You and Emily are to go to the ladies' room now. When you return,
neither of you will be wearing underwear. Do you both understand?" They
both nodded. "Then go." I instructed them. We watched as two pair, both
in skirts and sweaters, bolted towards the ladies' loos.

I
turned back to Adrian. "The issue I have is finding new things that she
wants me to tell her that she has to do. I have to retain Angie's
respect and affection because, well because I love her. But, at the same
time I have to push her boundaries or else I'll disappoint her. The
thing is, I'm not a natural Dom. I do it only for Angie's benefit. I
really have no pool of experience to draw on."

"So where do you get your ideas from, Geoff?" he asked.

"There
are a few websites that publish stories that include submissive
fantasies." I explained. "I read through them to find ideas that might
excite Angie without going too far." I thought for a moment. "I suspect
that Emily may well be far more engaged than even Angie is. Would you be
prepared to be her master?" I looked him in the eye. "I know she likes
you. I think that she trusts you too. Are you interested enough to take
on that responsibility though? are you worthy?"

He
mused. "You seem to be acting as a surrogate Dad." He was obviously
thinking it through. "I don't suppose though that this is a normal
father boyfriend chat though, is it? He alternated between voices;

'What are your intentions towards my daughter?'

'Well, I'm going to tell her to do sexually perverted things and spank her if she displeases me.'

'Well, that's great son. Welcome to the family'."

I conceded the point. "So?"

"Actually,
I've wanted to ask her out for a while, but I enjoy her company so much
that I was afraid to spoil the friendship we already have. If I do ask
her out, then she'll have to guide me how to be a good Dom."

"Here's
my first bit of advice," I offered. "Agree in advance what are your
boundaries, lines that won't be crossed. Will you give her to other men
as a sex toy? I couldn't do that to Angie. I'd hope you wouldn't do it
to Emily. She might, or might not, be excited at the thought that you
could, though. How do you deal with that?"

He
shook his head. "Fuck! aren't women complicated?" He stopped suddenly
as a thought occurred to him. "You realize that when they come back, if
Emily's complied, that means that she has submitted to you?"

"Okay," I stretched the word out, wondering where he was going.

"Then
yes. I'll be her Dom. But I think that if she has submitted to you
tonight, it makes sense that you should give her to me. Pass over the
mantle, as it were."

"You sneaky little fucker!" I complimented him. "You may just be a natural at this. Heads up! They're coming back."

The
two women returned and went to sit down. I checked to see if there was
anyone taking notice but the pub was still fairly quiet apart from a
group of lads playing pool in the far corner; and they were making
enough noise to keep our conversation private.

"Stop!" I spoke quietly but firmly. "Who told you to sit down?"

"No-one, Sir," Angie replied, looking chastened.

"Then stand in front of your master until you are given permission." I ordered.

"Yes sir," said Angie.

"Sorry sir," said Emily, breathing heavily again.

"Are you still wearing underwear?" I asked them both.

"No sir," they replied at the same time.

"Who do you belong t