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# Posted: 24 Mar 2008 08:58:27
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I don't post very often (because my english isn't very good), but I still enjoy your story a lot. If the end is coming soon, I really hope it will be very intense. And I think it will be.
When the story will be complete, I think I'll print the entire text and keep it somewhere by me. It's my favorite erotic story, for now.
Thanks and please continue !
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tanyahowes
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# Posted: 24 Mar 2008 10:57:44
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Still with you blue, right to the end - you have kept me raptured for many hours and always look forward to the next twist and turn. Thank you and your wife for such erotic stuff!
Tanya x
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humanchair
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# Posted: 25 Mar 2008 20:46:58
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thank you for the dedication! please continue 
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humanchair
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# Posted: 27 Mar 2008 21:21:22
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blue...i'm dying to read more! I have this page set as my homepage so I'll know right away when an update is posted lol
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blue179
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# Posted: 29 Mar 2008 18:25:59
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More coming this weekend if I'm allowed.
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blue179
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# Posted: 30 Mar 2008 13:07:41
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I only had to wait a few minutes before the doorbell rang. I checked through the spyhole first then opened the door. Jason smiled when he saw my outfit and, having closed the door I knelt red faced in front of him. Staring at the carpet with full realisation that I was a married man in the prime of my life and was knealing in submission to a kid less than half my age I respectfully welcomed him to my mistress's home.
'Thank you for visiting my Mistress Sir. I know she is very excited to see you. She told me I should ask you to go straight up to her bedroom.'
Laughing at me he bent his legs to bring his face level with mine so that he could whisper in my ear. ' You are one sad fuck, you know that don't you ? I used to watch your wife going by and think you were one lucky bastard to be fucking that. The thing is, you weren't fucking her at all were you. At least not properly, not like she needs it. You weren't fucking capable of it were you? If you were she wouldn't be messing around with guys like me and you wouldn't be making a complete wanker of yourself swanning around in sissy maids outfits showing real men to her bedroom. You know she laughs at you don't you ? We all do. You're a fucking joke man. The only thing you have going for you is that you have a gorgeous fucking slut of a wife who can't get enough cock. You can't blame her for that though can you ? She's been starved of it for so long, she needs to make up for it. But don't worry sissy, I'm gonna do my bit. I'm gonna fuck your pretty little slut wife's brains out every chance I get. Ok ?'
'Yes sir, thank you sir,' I stammered, my face burning as I stared hard at the floor.
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blue179
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# Posted: 30 Mar 2008 13:56:49
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About an hour later I heard my wife calling me. Knocking at the door I heard her tell me to come in. Keeping my eyes down as I entered I curtsied respectfully and waited.
'Jason wants a beer and I'll have a glass of wine. ' I waited but that was it. Turning to leave I realised I'd never felt more like a mere servant to her. Then, remembering the rules I turned and quickly curtsied again before leaving.
On my return I knocked again but there was no answer. Then I heard a high pitched squeal and I knew he was inside her again. I stood, tray of drinks in hand, listening to the incredible sounds of a man making love to my wife. I can't begin to describe how that felt. I'd heard it before, many times by then, but its power never fades. My stomache churned, my head swam and my poor imprisoned cock rebelled futilely against its life sentance.
When it finally went quiet I waited a couple of minutes before daring to knock again. I heard his voice this time and entered, carefully balancing the tray. The smell of sex had my already straining cock battering against the walls of its steel prison as I curtsied.
'Don't just stand there you idiot,' chided my wife.
Trying not to look up I walked to the side of the bed to offer the drinks. I could not resist the temptation to look up. The contrast of his deep ebony skin against the white sheet was startling. My wife was still wearing the white camisole top and stockings I had selected for her but her french knickers were hanging from the bed post. She was snuggled against him as he sat with his back against the headboard, her hand idly tracing patterns on his thigh. I couldn't help noticing his now flacid cock, still encased in a condom. I was once again awed by its size as it lay across his thigh and onto hers.
The sound of her voice paniced me into casting my eyes quickly downward. 'Since you're here slave you might as well make yourself usefull. Jason has been kind enough to make wonderful love to me twice already. That's more than you used to manage in a week if I remember rightly,' she laughed. ' Anyway, he has to leave soon and I'd like him to see what a good slave you've become and how much you respect him.'
'Oh shit !' I thought. This was not going to be good. Not for me anyway.
'Put that tray down and kneel,' she comanded. 'Now, for obvious reasons, now that your Master John has gone, there are going to be a number of condoms used in this house. There is a certain way I would like those condoms dealt with. Before they are disposed of they need to be treated in such a way that allows you, my slave, to show your respect to their contents. After all, what is inside each rubber is the result of an act of passion and perhaps, as with Jason, even of love. As my slave it is your duty, and should be your pleasure to see that those contents are not wastefully flushed down a toilet but are treated with the respect they deserve. '
I must have looked puzzled as she explained, ' Let me make it simple so that even a stupid little sissy failed husband can understand.' That hurt ! Even after all I had endured she could still hurt me so easily. 'After I have been with a man I will present you with his used condoms. You will respectfully empty these into your worthless slave mouth where you will savour the flavour and think about how they got so full. You will wonder at the masculinity and prowess of the stud who's spunk you are worshiping. Then, finally, you will marvel at the beauty and sheer sexuality of your beloved mistress. You will immerse yourself in abject devotion to me and mentally renew your sacred vow to worship and serve me forever as you slowly swallow.'
There was a long pause and I wondered if she was waiting for me to protest. I wanted to. I really did. But to do that I would have had to tear my eyes away from her cute little white stockinged foot as it slid seductively up and down Jasons shin.
'Jason has to go soon so let's get on with it. You can do that one first.' Looking up I could see she was pointing to the top of the bedside cabinet where a very full looking condom lay, knotted at one end.
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# Posted: 2 Apr 2008 01:09:46
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I reached over to retrieve the condom and felt it squidge in my hand. I had tasted Jason's cum before when I'd licked it from my wife's feet and from the inside of her shoe. Somehow though, this was worse. Sucking it straight from the condom, and doing it right in front of him, ugh !
'Bite off the end slave and suck it all out. That's right, hold it up so we can see.'
I had a lump in my throat as I fought a feeling of sickness.
'Come on sissy, you can do it. Do it for me, to show me how much you love me.'
Closing my eyes I held the knotted end up high and took the teat into my mouth. As I bit down I felt the slimy fluid coat my tongue.
'Don't swallow yet slave, I want to see. Open your mouth.'
So there I was mouth open wide showing the woman I love my tongue coated in her lovers sperm. My eyes were still tightly closed till I heard, 'Open those eyes, look at me. I want to see the pain in them. I want to enjoy your humiliation.'
As I looked into her eyes I was indeed humiliated, who wouldn't be. Strangely though, it was nothing like as bad as I expected and it was fading. I was my mistress's slave. I was not a man. A man would never let his wife do this to him. If he did he would have every reason to be embarrassed as he would be loosing his manhood in front of his wife. Me, I had none left to loose. I couldn't compete with Jason or anyone else as a man, as a lover. Of course not. So why try? Why be embarrassed ? I had nothing to be embarrassed about. I was what I wanted to be, what my darling wife wanted me to be. Feeling much better, I swallowed.
Jason got up and came around the bed to stand at my side. He was holding his latest condom to stop it slipping off his cock. My wife waved her hand to motion me to turn and face him still on my knees.
'I think you'll find this one is a bit fresher boy, in fact I kept it warm for you,' he smiled. I turned to my wife for reasurance and she smiled and nodded. I knew what I had to do. Linking my hands behind my back I stuck out my tongue. As I knelt there, the picture of submission, he pulled off the condom and tipped its contents onto my tongue. Seeking to show my wife that I not only accepted my position but yearned for it, I turned to her and showed her my slime coated tongue before taking it back into my mouth and smiling as I swallowed.
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blue179
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# Posted: 2 Apr 2008 01:39:43
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Jason left soon after and my wife took a shower while I showed him out. Without any prompting at all I knelt in the hallway and kissed his shoes thanking him for making my wife so happy and allowing me the privaledge of drinking the results of their passion. He just laughed at me and left.
Back in the bedroom my wife reminded me that she was going out with Mistress Julie. A night of 'manhunting' as she described it. Shit ! The woman was insatiable. How the hell was I going to keep up with this ? Surely she couldn't keep this pace up !
She was in a hurry so I had to help her dress. I was all fingers and thumbs as my head span with images of my wife out with Mistress Julie being hit on by every guy in the place. My clumsyness earned me several cracks of her hand across my face as she scolded me. 'If you can't see to my needs as a husband then for fuck sake at least earn your keep as a slave.'
Eventually, as she aplied her makeup I stole downstairs to polish the cute and sexy little mary jane stilletoes she would be waring. Before I cleaned them I kissed and licked them in abject devotion as my stomache did its now familiar cartwheels as I thouht about my gorgeous mistress dancing with another man. Holding hands, talking and laughing while I, her husband toiled at my housework. Their first kiss, his hands on her...... Would she go back to his place ? Or even bring him here? I hoped not. Maybe nobody would aproach her ? Yea right !
I was jerked from my reverie, 'Those shoes had better be perfect slave. I want to look especially hot tonight. Julie is such a hot little babe, I don't want to look like her ugly sister, or worse still, her mother. Then again, I've heard a lot of guys fantasise about taking a mother and daughter together, isn't that right?'
Before I could answer she finished,' Oh why am I asking you ? What the fuck would you know about real men's fantasies?'
She sat so that I could fit those sexy little shoes to her darling stockinged feet. I wanted to kiss them again but feared marking them. As I stared at them longingly she lifted my chin with her cool delicate hand. ' Don't bother to wait up slave. Get your work done and then you can go to bed. Don't forget to change my sheets. You can put them on your bed. That will be the routine now. After I have a man in my bed you move the sheets to your bed. That way you can smell me as you go to sleep. You'll enjoy that won't you?'
'Yes maam, very much. Thank you.' I meant it too ! No more playing. No more holding back. She wanted a pathetic sissy wimp slave and she was going to get one. For better or worse. It was the only way I was going to be able to deal with this situation mentally.
'Ok, if I decide to stay out I'll text you so you know I'm safe. Oh there's my taxi outside. I'll see you tomorrow.'
'Yes maam. Have a great time maam. I'll be here waiting for you. I love you. I love you so much ! I'm going to try to be a perfect slave for you. I just want to worship you and make you happy.' Looking up to see her reaction I was dissappointed, she was gone. I wondered how much of my hearfelt speach she had caught as I heard the front door slam.
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humanchair
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# Posted: 3 Apr 2008 03:19:40
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Thank you!! It really makes my day when I read your updates.
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# Posted: 4 Apr 2008 23:26:54
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Keep it coming please
A. Smith
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blue179
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# Posted: 6 Apr 2008 12:40:45
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I tried to immerse myself in houework, carrying out each task to the most exacting standards but it was no use. My cock went on struggling hopelessly to find some give in the relentless steel walls of its prison. My balls were swollen and tender as they ached for relief. My head was filled with images of my darling wife dancing in the arms of another man, laughing and enjoying his company, his roaming hands and his manly advances while I stayed home working loyally to keep her home to the highest standards.
At about midnight my mobile phone alerted me to a text message. My hands shook as I read it. She was staying out for the night, going to some guys house. She said not to worry as Mistress Julie was going too. How could I not worry? How could my heart not break ? Is was awful. Worse than watching her with another man. She was out there behaving for all the world like a completely free single woman and I was doing nothing about it. She was my wife, how could I accept this ? I loved her so much. She said she loved me. So why would she do this ?
I think I cried for over an hour before I finally managed to get a grip. I had wanted this. I had agreed to it, all of it. Its not like she was betraying me. There were no lies involved. She wasn't doing this behind my back. This was who we were now, who I agreed we should become. She was beautiful lady, sexual, adventurous, free to pursue her every desire. I was her slave, her devoted servant. She could sleep with a hundred men, a thousand even ! But she would always be coming home to me, so that I could look after her, see to her every need, serve her, until such time as she saw fit to go out once more and take what she needed from another man. What I couldn't give her.
On the other hand, they could never give her what I could. Safety, security, a home, a life of luxury. Most importantly, love, unconditional love. Forever love.
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# Posted: 6 Apr 2008 12:55:58
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I slept hardly at all that night and the next morning my heart lept with joy when I heard the familiar sound of her heels walking up the drive. I was at the door in a flash, opening it and the kneeling submissively, eyes cast downward.
'Coffee in he lounge slave,' was her greeting to me and I rushed happily to obey.
She was sat in the leather armchair, legs crossed, head back and eyes closed as I placed her cup on a small table beside her. 'You may remove my shoes slave. Massage my feet.' Dropping instantly to my knees I went about my task lovingly as she explained, 'My poor feet. I spent half the night dancing then we had to walk about a mile to Dan's apartment. He's a friend of Julie's latest boyfriend. That's how we got introduced. Julie wanted to spend the night with her boyfriend so it seemed only natural I should go with Dan. Since Dan's place was the closest we all went there. So, I spent the rest of the night with him between my legs plowing my little pussy. He's a fit guy too. I'm exhausted. Bastard wouldn't let me take my shoes off either, to start with. He says they turn him on. Bit like you I guess,' she laughed. 'Only he wanted to fuck my arse off while I wore them, whereas you preffer to lick them after I come home don't you sissy ?'
'Yes maam,' I answered dutifully.
'Ok, go ahead then. Clean then up. You know you want to. When your finished get them polished and put them away I'm going to bed.'
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# Posted: 6 Apr 2008 13:12:59
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Late in the afternoon I heard the shower running and then her sweet voice calling me. 'I'm starved make me something nice to eat slave.'
'Yes maam,' I curtsied and went about my task in the kitchen.
After serving her food I stood in the doorway waiting in case she should require anything more.She was dressed only in a short silk robe and her feet were bare. I stood mesmerised by their cute sexyness as she ate. It's funny how being denied any sort of sexual relief sharpens the senses and makes such normally mundane things come alive with steaming sexuality.
I had prepared quite a large portion and she could not eat it all. 'Have you eaten slave,' she enquired.
'No maam,' I answered.
'Good, then you can finish this. Come here.'
Quickly at her side I curtsied respectfully. 'Yes maam.'
'Put this plate on the floor, in front of my chair.' I knelt to obey and watched as she slowly and carefully mashed the remaining food with her delicate feet. The mashed potatoe squirted between her toes as the baked beans were squashed beneath her soles.
'Well,' she snapped, 'Get on with it slave. Or do you think you are too good to eat from your mistress's feet?'
'No maam, not at all,' I stammered as I dropped my head to begin my dinner.
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blue179
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# Posted: 6 Apr 2008 13:33:11
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Afterwards I was standing behind my wife carefully brushing out her long beautiful hair as she sat at her dressing table watching me in the mirror.
'Do you enjoy looking after me slave?'
'Yes maam, very much.......thank you.'
'You do understand what a privaledge it is for you to be allowed to touch me don't you?
'Oh yes maam, I do....very much. Thank you maam.'
The fact that other men, or should I say, real men, get to touch me anywhere they please any time they please is not your concern. You must focus on the fact that for a pathetic servant such as you the rules are different. The world of men and women and the sexual relations that go on between them is beyond your reach now and always will be. You failed the entry exam my pet. You didn't even come close to making the grade. You're neither man nor woman. You're simply a slave. It's what you were born to be. You know it and I know it.That's why you were a miserable failure as a husband. It's not your fault. You just don't have what it takes. Do you?'
'No maam, I'm sorry.'
'Oh it's ok silly. I don't mind. In fact I'm really very glad. I love my life now. I have the best of both worlds, an incredible sex life and a lovely home with a faithful slave to look after me. Isn't that true?'
'Yes maam, of course.'
'That's not to say you don't deserve to be punished though. After all, look at all the years we wasted with you trying to be something you're not. It's only fair that I should make you suffer for that wouldn't you agree?'
'Of course maam.......but my opinion does not matter,' I muttered in a pathetic attempt to gain favour.
'I love it when you belittle yourself to me slave. I'm not sure which I like most, when I humiliate you, when one of my lovers humiliates you, or when you just humiliate yourself. Which one do you like slave?'
'Please maam, I like everything you do or have done to me. But it doesn't matter what I think anyway. I exist to serve my mistress maam.'
'Nicely said slave,' she laughed and clapped her hands.
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blue179
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# Posted: 6 Apr 2008 14:57:13
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'Seriously though, ' she said as her hands went to the edges of her silk robe and she began to pull it apart over her chest. I stared mesmerised as the tops of her proudly firm breasts were revealed. 'You know you're never going to have me again. Ever. Don't you ?'
After a long pause in which my head and my cock struggled once more for supremacy I whispered, 'Yes maam..... I know.'
'You'll never feel these,' she teased, pulling her robe open just a little further allowing me a glimpse of her pink aureoles. 'You'll never run your hands over them, never lick them, never suck them into your mouth. But others will. Many others. I won't be short of takers, but you won't be one of them. Are you sure you can handle that?'
'Ne maam, I mean yes maam.......well, I'll try........ I mean.....I have no choice now. I love you. You know I'll do anything for you, anything at all.'
'Yes I do know that slave. I just enjoy teasing you over it. I'm going to tease you a lot you know. I'm going to remind you over and over what you've lost, what you'll never have again. I'll watch you cry. I'll watch you go mad with jealousy. I'll watch your heart break over and over again. And each time you'll come back for more won't you?'
'Yes maam, I'll always come back.'
'Your sex life is over now. While mine is just beginning. Then again, when I think about it, your sex life isn't really over. You probably have far more sexual urges now than you've ever done, and they are probably a lot stronger. It's your ability to satisfy those urges that's gone. Isn't it sweetheart?' she smiled sweetly, head cocked cutely to one side.
'Yes maam,' I agreed. 'I can't even begin to tell you how strongly I lust after you now. The fact that I can't do anything about it is agony. The thought that I will never be able to do anything about it is unbearable.'
'But you'll bear it anyway, won't you slave? '
'Yes maam.'
'And you'll worship me all the more for forcing you to do so won't you?'
'Yes maam, thank you maam.'
'You do realise though, that its not just sexual contact that is off the menu for you don't you ? You'll never hold me and I'll never hold you. I'll never comfort you, never carress your cheek. I'll never hold your hand or kiss your lips. That's all gone, finished with. It wouldn't be right. You'll have to live without those things now. I don't know how but you'll have to find a way. It will be difficult for me too you know. I need to be held, to be loved, to hold hands with my man, to laugh and joke as equals. Fortunately I can find some of that with other men. Special ones like John. And of course I can bask in the love and adoration of my slave. Love that I demand he shows me every day. I have that too don't I?'
'Yes maam, of course. You'll always have that. Always.'
'You understand that you won't though, don't you ? I'll tease you, torture you, humiliate you, even punish and abuse you. You will through it all that I love you, but I'll very rarely show it. You'll have to learn to see it in other ways. For example, when I take the time to reward you as I'm about to now.'
Reaching for her handbag she opened it to remove something wrapped in tissue. As she opened it in front of me I could see it contained three used condoms, each tied at the neck to prevent any of their slimy contents escaping.
'You know why I've brought these home don't you slave?' she asked.
'Yes maam, 'I swallowed, a lump in my throat.
'On your knees slave. Take my gift and show me how much you apreciate my love.'
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# Posted: 6 Apr 2008 20:23:35
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Blue,
I have to hand it to you. This story went so far off target for me, I gave up on it and its physical abuse. Then suddenly the idiots leave the story and you have what was always the best. A serious, complex cuckold love story of quite extraordinary power, and beautifully written. Well done and thanks for switching it back.
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humanchair
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# Posted: 7 Apr 2008 04:43:44
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once again blue, you made my weekend ! Thank you very much!!!
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tanyahowes
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# Posted: 7 Apr 2008 13:06:21
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Anoher one of your fans waiting patiently for the next posting - unfortunately the CB3000 is restraining any enjoyment but my mind is working overtime.
Tanya xx
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blue179
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# Posted: 12 Apr 2008 16:27:23
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Things went a little quiet for the next couple of weeks and I enjoyed imencely having my wife's full attention. She, unfortunately, seemed a little bored and took every oportunity to amuse herself at my expence. She teased me mercilessly about my lack of manhood, compared my every attempt to please her unfavourably with one or more of her lovers and took any oportunity she could to find an excuse to have me drop my knickers and bend over while she blistered my poor ass with her cane. These grosely unfair episodes always ending in me apologising profusely whilst slurping at her shoes or boots. If I was forgiven she would eventually allow me the privaledge of removing her footware and bestowing my love and adoration on her dainty bare feet. If not I would be banished to the garden shed and left for hours with my hands tied over the rafter. If she was really mad they would be tied behind me and hoisted up by a rope from the rafter until I was bent over, arms wrenching almost out of their sockets and left until such time as she felt like releasing me, usually after at least one more thrashing from a cane or crop.
Not everyone's idea of heaven but I revelled in it. She was all mine. That is until she told me about the call from John.
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blue179
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# Posted: 12 Apr 2008 16:50:20
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I had annoyed her by not finding and picking up the underware she had thrown behind the sofa the previous night. She had come home with Michael, Master John's nephew. They had bumped into each other in town and gone for a quiet drink which led to her inviting him back. I had stayed out of their way busying myself with housework upstairs. It was early morning when he left and I was asleep in the spare room. The next morning I was busy scrubbing the marks of their passion from the sofa when she entered the room and immediately recovered her thong. I had no idea it was there but that was not considered a viable excuse. She was already mad at me for going to bed the previous night. I had thought I was doing the best thing. She clearly had no use for me. Wrong again I guess !
So there I was, in the shed, wrists bound, arms pulled up behind me awaiting my mistress's pleasure. She had gone back in the house to get her riding crop but had been gone for quite a while. My arms ached unbearably and my legs were shaking with the strain when she eventually appeared, mobile phone in one hand, crop in the other.
'Guess who I've been talking to shit head,' she greeted me.
'I don't know maam. Please maam my arms.....'
'Shut the fuck up ! You are already on thin ice my girly slave. Do you want to add bad manners and lack of respect to your list of crimes ?'
'No maam, I'm sorry.'
'That's better. Now, as I was saying, I've had a lovely call from your master, John. He's missing me terribly. He's coming down from Scotland to see me. In fact, he want's to take me away for a few days. Somewhere warm, so we can catch up, get to know each other again.'
I couldn't see how they could possibly know each other any better but I held my tongue.
'Of course I wouldn't dream of going without asking my darling husband. Would you mind if I left you for a week baby, to go and enjo some sun, sea, sand and sex with my lover ?'
Actually I minded a lot. Of all the men she had slept with, he was the worst. He disgusted me. He made it very clear he felt the same about me and I hated the thought of my darling wife seeing him again, even for a few hours, but a few days ! Alone without me ! Bearing in mind how he had originally tried to take her from me and how she had nearly killed me with her threats of leaving me for him ! No way ! I was my wife's devoted slave but there was a limit, even for me.
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# Posted: 13 Apr 2008 12:54:20
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'Please maam I don't think it's...... I mean are you....do you think.......'
CRACK ! the crop stung my defenceless rear. I tried to straighten up but couldn't. Instead I bit my lip and refused to cry out. CRACK ! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! 'Aaaaagh no please maam, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry !!!!!
Her soft little hand felt cool as she carressed my face. Tears were rolling down and dripping from my cheeks as she knelt down to bring her face level with mine. She was so close I could feel her warm breath on my face.
'You are a silly slave aren't you dear. You see I have a crop in my hand so you insist on making me angry.'
'I'm sorry maam,' I blubbered yet again, 'It's just that .... I mean I know it's not my place and I'll always love you and worship you no matter what, but...'
'Shhhh, don't say any more. I know what you mean. John is different for you isn't he ? It's because he tried to take me away from you isn't it? You hate him I know. He's hurt you a lot so many times hasn't he. Physically and emotionally. You hate him and you're scared of him aren't you ?'
Looking deeply into her gorgeous green eyes as she held my chin up I burst into wracking sobs.
'Shhh it's ok. I know baby, I know.' Her stroking of my hair just made me worse and I sobbed uncontrolably for long while.
Eventually, as my pitiful crying eased, my wife kissed my forehead and stood. 'Alright that's enough,' she scolded me, 'I take it that you don't want me to go. That's good. I take it too that if I do go it will hurt and humiliate you deeply. Am I right slave?'
'Yes maam,' I answered, seeing a glimmer of hope.
'Then you must understand my pet, why I will be accepting John's offer. In fact, better still, you will accept it for me. '
I watched in despare as she began dialling on her mobile phone.' I'm warning you slave, do not even think about dissapointing me.'
Switching to speakerphone so that I could hear, she giggled when John's deep voice answered. 'Hi baby, its me. I'm just ringing to tell you I asked him.'
'Oh yea ?' he answered,' And what did the sissy faggot say?'
'Well why don't I put him on and he can tell you himself.'
She held the phone close to my mouth with one hand while she used the other to tap her crop against the shiny steel of my chastity tube's cover plate. What the fuck was I supposed to say ?
'Hello sir, I erm... I think......that is I....just wanted to say thank you for offering to take my wi....my mistress on holiday. I know she is really keen to go and I'm sure you will look after her.'
'If by looking after her you mean fucking her brains out then yea, I'll look after her all right !'
My wife laughed out loud and I cringed in disgust.
'Well, is that what you meant slave, answer the man !' my wife insisted.
'Yes sir, I know you will take care of her needs very well. You always do.'
'Listen up you stupid fucked up excuse for a sissy faggot,' he snarled, 'If I ... no scratch that....WHEN I take your mistress wife away on holiday I will be spending every second in her company. I will be holding her and she will be holding me. We will never be apart. I will be fucking her, making love to her, every chance I get. Make no mistake boy, your wife will spend the entire week with my spunk leaking from one or another of her three holes.......Just so you understand.'
'I think he gets the picture, don't you slave ?' my wife laughed. She switched off the speaker phone and walked out of the shed talking and giggling animatedly as she closed the door on me. I tried desperately to wriggle some relief into my aching limbs as I listened to her stilleto heels click up the garden path.
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blue179
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# Posted: 13 Apr 2008 13:28:22
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I was in real pain by the time she came back and greatly relieved to see she had left the crop back in the house.
'How are you feeling slave?' she asked sweetly. 'Do you still feel a little angry, a little put out by your sexy little wife's antics?'
'No maam,' I lied.
'But I think you do slave,' she insisted. 'But don't worry I know exactly how to help you get over your silly little feelings.'
It was such a relief when she untied me ! I groaned in apreciation as I straightened my back. Slipping on a robe I followed her back into the house. I was told to go straight to her bathroom and kneel naked beside the toilet.
Soon after she followed me into the bathroom holding a glass of white wine. She had me pull down her knickers and help her step out of them. Then she lifted the toilet seat and had me turn around so that I could lean back to place the back of my neck on the rim of the toilet bowl. The hair at the back of my head dipped into the toilet water as she lowered the seat onto my neck. Turning away from me she lifted her skirt and slowly lowered her gorgeous but toward my upturned face. Just as her weight settled gently onto the seat pressing onto my neck and making it difficult to breath, I heard her speak.
'So tell me my proud head strong husband, how manly do you feel now? How much of a tough guy are you ? Lieing there under my ass looking up hoping I won't decide to either choke you with the toilet seat or smother you with my butt ! Do you still feel up to defending my honour? Are you still ready to voice your opinions about who I should or should not sleep with. Who I'm allowed to go on holiday with. Well ? Lets hear it my proud strong husband. Lets hear you being a big man.'
Point made, I thought, as tears once more pricked my eyes. Who was I kidding? This had gone too far, way too far for me to start trying to exert my influence now. I was nothing, that much was clear. I might as well forget about having any opinions about anything. Nobody would ever give a shit, especially not my wife.
So, seeing no other alternative I said nothing.
'What's the matter,' she teased,' Pussy got your tongue ?'
Her laughter brought a red hot shame to my face but the sight of her gorgeous ass, her beautiful pussy ! Both things denied to me for so long, maybe for ever ! My cock was straining harder than ever against its unyielding prison. Fuck I loved her. I loved everything about her. I loved what she was doing to me.
'Oh well,' she sighed, 'Since you're there....' I heard her giggle as she released a hot salty stream of piss all over my face. Without thinking I opened my mouth wide and drank deeply of her essence. Unfortunately I could not drink fast enough and it went everywhere. Down my front, over the seat, onto the floor. When she finally finished and stood she turned to look down at me. She was a gooddess. Her cruel smirk as she looked down at me, her devoted husband of many years, head under her toilet seat, face soaked in her piss, broke my heart all over again and had my cock tube straining at its seams.
'Clean up that mess slave,' she ordered coldly. 'Use your tongue. I don't see why I should waste money on cleaning materials when I have your tongue available. Then get on with your housework. Stay out of my way. I've had enough of looking at your sad stupid slave face for now. I'll let you know if I want anything.'
'Yes maam,' I answered as I lifted the toilet seat to release my head. 'Please maam, I hope you have a lovely holiday with Master John.' As I bent my head to begin licking her piss from the toilet seat she answered, her voice fading as she walked away, 'I don't think that's any of your business slave.'
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morphism
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# Posted: 14 Apr 2008 04:04:39
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Still here, blue. I've been loving the last few chapters.
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humanchair
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# Posted: 14 Apr 2008 18:08:48
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Thank you again Blue! I really look forward to reading more.
I think I remember you mentioned in a previous post that you have to get permission from your Mistress and Master before posting so I kind of had a hint that your Mistress may be getting back with John. On the other hand, my memory is not perfect and it may be someone else other than John. This story has really got my attention, I look forward to reading it and have this page bookmarked so I can check for updates often. Thank you for writing this!
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humanchair
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# Posted: 20 Apr 2008 03:26:18
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I'm still checking this page daily for updates )
haha hope all is well, and I look forward to hearing from you. My old/fragile laptop died this weekend and I went out and bought a new one. One of the first things I did was check this page to check for updates.
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blue179
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# Posted: 20 Apr 2008 11:58:26
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Humanchair, you really are an inspiration ! If I got feedback like yours from everyone who read my story it would be amazing. I think most people just read it and get their enjoyment from it without any idea of the work that has gone into getting it down on paper. I keep thinking I am getting near the end then I remember something else or something else happens that I think you guys might like to read.
Well here goes the next part. Enjoy !!!
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blue179
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# Posted: 20 Apr 2008 12:24:17
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The following Saturday I arrived home with the weekly shopping to find a baby cot in pieces in the hallway.' Oh yes,' smiled my wife and mistress,' Julie left that for you. She asked me to tell you she keeps her promises. You'd better get it put together in your room after you put the shopping away.'
I remembered the promise very well. She had said that if my wife asked her to look after me, or, as she put it, baby sit me, while she went out with another man, she would be dressing me and treating me as the little baby I was.
I quickly went about putting the shopping away, stripped off my tracksuit and adjusted my pink maids uniform, thinking, not for the first time, of the potential embarrassment of being taken ill or knocked down by a car whilst out shopping. What would the nurses say when I arrived at the hospital and they undressed me to tend my wounds ! ?
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# Posted: 20 Apr 2008 12:55:12
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It only took a few minutes to assemble the cot and I stood looking at it in the corner of my room. It was tiny. I seriously doubted it would hold my weight. The whole idea was ridiculous. I couldn't believe my wife was going along with this. Being dressed as a sissy maid was embarrassing sure, but it had its sexy side. Where was the fun in being dressed and treated as a baby ? The only advantage I could see was the chance to see Julie again. Or should I say, mistress Julie. She was a little bitch. A cruel little bitch. I felt like such a pathetic wimp when in her presence. She made no secret of how pathetic she thought I was. I hated the embarrassment she always delighted in putting me through, but at the same time, she was incredibly atractive and her cruel nature only served to make her more so in my eyes.
I spent most of the afternoon preparing my wife for her night out. I ran her bath, dried her, picked out her clothes. I dried her gorgeous hair and painstakingly applied varnish to the toe nails of her tiny feet. I polished her shoes and brought her glasses of chilled wine.
Eventually she told me to go away. 'I want to prepare myself mentally for the night ahead slave. Michael will be picking me up at seven. We're going to that restaurant you used to take me to on the coast. You remember, we used to call it our place ?' Yes I remembered. I guessed it wasn't our place anymore. 'After that he's taking me dancing. You know how I love to dance. I used to have a husband to take me dancing. Now I have a slave instead, and slaves don't get to dance with their mistresses, do they sissy?'
'No maam,' I answered, a lump in my throat. 'It wouldn't be right maam'.
'Not to worry though,' she continued. 'I doubt if I'll ever be short of someone to take me.'
'I don't think you will ever have that problem maam, ' I assured her.
'Excuse me ?' she snapped. Oh fuck I'm in trouble again I thought. Why did she always do this ? Why did I always fall for it ? When I expected her to be cruel she would break my heart with a kind word or a fleeting touch of her hand. When I expected her to be kind, like just now when I complimented her, she would suddenly switch and my heart would be broken once more by her cruelty.
'Who the fuck do you think you are ?'
'I....I....I'm sorry maam, I didn't mean to..'
CRACK, her hand seared across my face. Tears burst from my eyes but they were tears of frustration rather than pain. Why did she do this ? It wasn't fair. I was trying my best. I always tried my best for her.
'You need to remember who you are slave. Or should I say, what you are. You have no opinions. At least none that matter. How dare you presume to talk to me like that. Look at you. A grown man. Mincing around in a pink rubber maids outfit preparing your wife for another man, a real man, a man less than half your age by the way. A man that makes me feel like a woman. Which is more than you ever did.'
She had me there, as usual.
'Get out of my sight. Go to your room. Julie can deal with you when she gets here. Go on, get out before I really loose my temper'.
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blue179
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# Posted: 20 Apr 2008 15:11:39
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NEARLY FIFTY THREE THOUSAND VIEWINGS SO FAR. MY TARGET IS ONE THOUSAND. MY MISTRESS/WIFE HAS PROMISED THAT IF I REACH THAT FIGURE SHE WILL DO SOMETHING INCREDIBLY SPECIAL FOR ME> COME ON GUYS PLEASE HELP !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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