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# Posted: 20 Apr 2008 16:10:00
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Julie arrived at about six o'clock and I could hear her talking and laughing with my wife downstairs. Eventually I heard a car pull up outside and then the front door slammed. My wife had gone without even saying goodbye !
About ten minutes later Julie walked in carrying a hold all. As I jumped up from the bed and knelt in front of her subseriantly she threw the bag at me and told me I had five minutes to get dressed. With that she was gone.
I opened the bag and tipped out the contents. My heart sank as I sorted through the oversized baby clothes it contained. I would have to speak to my wife about this when she returned. I loved being my wife's slave. I could even handle being mistreated by her friends occassionally, especially when they were as atractive as Julie. This was too much though. Being used to fulfl this girls perverted fantasies. I belonged to my wife not to this cruel sick bitch. I would go along with it for now, what choice did I have ? But this was definitely the one and only time !
I stripped off my uniform and dressed in what she had brought. When she returned I was stood red faced wearing a nappy (diaper for you American guys ) , plastic incontinence pants and a lemon coloured baby girl dress with matching yellow woollen booties and hand mits.
Before I dropped my embarrassed gaze to the floor I caught sight of M Julie's lips tightening as she struggled not to laugh out loud.
'On the floor baby,' she instructed, ' babies don't stand up.' Now let me see you crawl over here.' She walked over to the bed and sat down. She was dressed rather young herself with a little tarten skirt, white blouse, white knee length cotton socks and cute little white trainers with pink laces. She was good at this, I had to admit. Her dressing to make herself look so young and innocent was not just a huge turn on and a cruel tease, it was also to make it even more embarrassing. Such a young girl ! Her responsibility ? To look after the nice lady's baby while the lady spent time with her man. Adult time. Time where baby's are put to one side, looked after by someone else. Time where the adults can relax and do adult things. Things baby's shouldn't see !
'That's a good baby. We're going to have a lovely time together if you are a good little girl for your aunty Julie. Now sit up so Aunty Julie can give you your dummy.'
The dummy, like the clothing was oversized and filled my mouth. It had a pink ribbon attatched which M Julie tied in a bow around my head preventing me from pushing it out of my mouth.
'There you go baby. That stays in until Aunty Julie gives baby her bottle. Does baby like her dummy ?'
'Eaugh Aum, ' I mumbled around the large rubber teat.
'Naughty baby,' M Julie scolded. 'Babies don't speak, they nod or shake their heads.'
Quickly I nodded. 'That's better. You just be carefull my girl or Aunty Julie will be taking you over her knee for some naughty botty spanks.'
'Oh fuck,' I thought. 'Get me out of hear !'
I spent the next couple of hours downstairs. Crawling down a flight of stairs isn't easy believe me. I had to sit on a large pink plastic mat and pretend to play with the various baby toys I was presented with whilst my Aunty Julie watched tv. Occassionally she would ruffle my hair or make baby sounds at me. I was red faced the whole time. I thought I knew embarrassment but this was a new level for me.
'Ok baby, time for your bottle.' She dissapeared into the kitchen and came back with a real baby bottle full of warm milk. I had to hld it in both mitted hands and drink enthusiastically. That wasn't much fun but the next bit was !
'Come and get on Aunty Julie's knee so she can birp you baby,' she smiled as she patted her knee. She smelt gorgeous as I knelt either side of her legs leaning forward my head on her shoulder as she patted my back. If my poor cock hadn't been locked away in its tube and behind its shiny shield it would have been stabbing through her stomache ! It was paradise, but it got better.
'Back on the floor for baby now. Aunty Julie needs to get another bottle for her greedy baby.' When she brought the next bottle she sat on the pink mat, her back against the sofa. As she lifted her little tarten skirt my eyes popped out on stalks. No knickers !
I was mesmerised as she took the baby bottle and began to rub the rubber teat against her pussy lips and over her rapidly swelling clit. 'Does baby want some more milk ?' she teased. 'Well he has to work for it this time. He has to lick it from his Aunty Julie's pussy. Come on baby be a good girl for Aunty Julie.'
I doubt if milk had ever tasted so good or been drunk so enthusiastically. M Julie nearly screamed the place down as she came and I thought she was going to pull my hair out by the roots. When it was over I began to realise I needed to pee. I really needed to pee. How could I tell her ? I pointed to my groin and tried to communicate with my eyes but she got the wrong idea.
'You naughty baby. How dare you have rude thoughts about your Aunty Julie ? You are going over my knee this instant little girl. I'll teach you !'
She jumped up on the couch and pulled me unceramoniously over her knees. I had no idea how strong she was or how hard those delicate looking hands of hers could be. She attacked the back of my thighs with gusto. The more I struggled the harder she slapped. I was soon crying real tears of pain and humiliation. I hated it but when she stopped and told me to turn over I just melted into her arms.
'There, there now. Silly baby getting her Aunty Julie all mad like that. You are silly aren't you ?'
She picked up the half empty baby bottle she had been using shortly before to stimulate herself and popped the teat into my mouth. I held it with both mitted hand as I looked up at her adoringly. 'Ssh baby, ssh. Drink your milk up for Aunty Julie there's a good girl.'
I could have laid there forever. I had hated the whole idea of this baby thing but now ? Now I was in heaven. I really felt like a baby. Helpless and in awe of this wonderful creature charged with my care. So enraptured was I that I was startled when I felt heat in my nappy. I had wet myself. Just like a real baby. I smiled at her around my bottle and she kissed my forehead.
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blue179
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# Posted: 20 Apr 2008 17:55:50
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'I hope you're not doing what I think you're doing baby,' she warned. How did she know ?
'I promised your mommy I'd have you trained and out of nappies into big girl panties soon. That means no wee wees in your nappy. I'm going to be very cross with you if you have.'
'Oh shit !' I thought.
'Come on get on the floor. Aunty Julie wants to check baby's nappy.'
So there I was, a grown man, yellow booties in the air while this teasing cold hearted young bitch pulled down my plastic pants and undid my nappy.
'Oh dear. Naughty baby !' she scolded me. 'Naughty naughty baby. Aunty Julie will have to do spanky bottoms now. Babies have to learn to be good. Come on sweetheart,' she said as she took my hand. 'Aunty Julie's going to take you upstairs. It's for your own good.'
I had to crawl at her side up the stairs, holding her hand, to my room. Once in there she dropped the side rails on the baby cot and had me climb into it. I had to kneel up to have my dummy refitted and then bend forward to have my still mitted hands cuffed together in front of me. The cot was so short that the soles of my feet were up against one end while the top of my head pressed against the other. My cuffed hands were under me as my bottom stuck up in the air.
M Julie bent to remove her trainers. Pushing one under my face she coldly informed me, 'Now baby this is for your own good. You can have one of my trainers to cuddle to show me how sorry you are. I'm going to use the other one on your naughty baby bottom. I won't have babies in my care being naughty. I just won't have it.'
SMACK, the rubber sole burnt into my ass. I squirmed in pain. Smack, another. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. My ass was on fire ! 'Stop that silly squirming right now you naughty baby. You'll take your medicine. You earned it, you'll take it.'
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK.
Tears blurred my vision as I cried around my dummy for mercy I knew I wouldn't get. Mercy I knew my cruel tormentress was incapable of giving.
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK !
'Is baby sorry now ?' she teased. 'Does baby want to apologise to his Aunty Julie ?'
I was nodding. Crying and nodding. Nodding and crying.
Suddenly it was over. I felt cool cream being gently applied to my tortured rear. It was bliss !
'There there, that's enough. No more crying now baby. Mommy's going to be home soon. We don't want her to see how naughty you've been do we?'
I was shaking my head like an idiot.
'Let's have you on your back now so Aunty Julie can put a clan nappy on you.'
So it was that when a car drew up outside in the early hours of the morning I was woken from a restfull sleep. The dummy was still in place, my hands cuffed behind me now and attatched to my trussed ankles. It wasn't the most comfortable position I'd ever slept in but it meant that I fitted into the cot. The side had been raised and I stared through the bars at the dim shape of my baby sitter, my Aunty Julie, as she slept soundly in my bed.
The hall light went on and spilled into the room as my wife tip toed in. Closing my eyes I pretended to be asleep. How could I face her like this ?
I smelt her perfume as she leaned over and placed her gorgeous full lips to my cheek, kissing me like a proud mother.
Nite nite little baby,' she whispered. 'Mommy is going to bed with the big strong man now.' Big strong man ? He was a boy ! But then compared to me right then I guess he was a man.
As she left the room she closed the door quietly behind her. A single hot tear traced over my cheek running over the place where I had recieved her blessed kiss. I loved her so much. I yearned for her so much I felt like I would die ! And here I was, a teased and denied, cruelly tortured and punished baby. Lying in my cot, dummy in my mouth while my darling wife joined her man in bed.
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# Posted: 21 Apr 2008 13:16:16
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keep going blue, i always enjoy reading.
there are some parts of the story that i am not into but it all adds to the overall feel. i think its just a case of morbid fascination with the depravity of the main character's situation. you really to have a very vivid and dirty imagination, and i enjoy reading about it even if i wouldn't enjoy doing most of the things.
cheers,
mark.
P.S. Mistress Julie is my favourite character.
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blue179
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# Posted: 21 Apr 2008 21:13:17
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A couple of weeks later my wife sent me to the train station to collect John. I met in the carpark and drove him home. He asked me a lot of questions. Had my wife missed him, was I behaving myself, and so on. I gave him all the answers I thought he wanted.
When we arrived home he told me to bring his case while he went into the house. I entered to find him glued to my wife. Apart from black hold up stockings and patent leather stilletoes she was completely naked. I made to take his case upstairs but he stopped me.
'Where the fuck do you think you're going faggot ?'
'Sir, I'm just taking...'
'You're just taking a fucking liberty is what you're just taking,' he interupted. 'The big man is home now shithead. I'm here to re-claim my woman. When I'm here she belongs to me. That means her house does too and I don't want a sissy faggot in my house. So fuck off out !'
'Please sir, where do you want me to go?' I hated this. I hated him. He was even more obnoxious than I remembered.
'You can borrow my garden shed. Stay there till I say otherwise.'
I looked at my wife hoping she might intercede on my behalf. He couldn't come here and take over like this. Or maybe he could. She smiled cruelly at me then turned to him with her bottom lip sticking out like a spoilt child.
'Oh darling, aren't you gonna belt him for me. You know how it turns me on.'
'Later maybe babe,' he promised her. 'Right now I gotta get some of your pussy before I explode ! It's been a while and I've been saving it for you.'
'Oh thats nice baby. I hope it's not just my pussy you missed though,' she teased him. 'Don't forget my ass,' she laughed.
'How could I,' he smiled. Then arm in arm they ascended the stairs. Without even turning to look at me he growled, ' You better get moving faggot. I'll be out later to sort you out. Now fuck off.'
As I turned to leave I caught the sound of my wife's reply, ' Darling, I have so missed having you around !'
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# Posted: 21 Apr 2008 21:47:29
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It must have been two or three hours later when I was shouted back into the house. I was dresding what might be coming next. There was no sign of my wife. John was standing in the dining room aranging some cable ties on the table.
'Get in here slave. Strip off and sit in that chair.'
Nervously I obeyed him. In seconds he had my legs tied to the chair legs and then he went on to use more cable ties to secure my forearms and hands, palm up, to the stout arms of the carver dining chair. When he left the room I experimented trying to find some slack in the ties. There was none at all.
'Sit still you fucking sad bastard,' he snarled as he came back into the room from behind me. I heard a rustle of polythene and then suddenly a clear plastic bag was pulled over my head. Another large cable tie was quickly and efficiently deployed to provide an air tight seal around my neck. I panicked for a moment afraid he might strangle me with the tie but he was careful not to overtighten it.
'Right sissy boy. I understand from your mistress that your behaviour hasn't been all it should be since I left.'
I didn't try to argue, what would be the point. I concentrated instead on trying to slow my breathing and so conserve my air. It was a loosing battle though as I felt the panic begin to rise in me.
'So, a short sharp lesson is in order I think. Feel free to scream, plead, beg, whatever. In fact I think your wife is listening for it so don't dissapoint her, make it nice and loud.'
With that he picked up a thin bamboo rod from the table and slashed it down lengthways along my left thigh. Then without a pause the same thing to my right thigh. My legs felt like they'd been cut off with a hot knife. I screamed as he altered his position to bring that vicious implement swishing down across my left palm, then my right. He took a moment to savour my helpless thrashing and garbled entreaties before he performed the cycle again.
Once, twice, three times. The plastic bag was steaming up, moisture causing it to stick to my sweating face as I heaved in all the air I could to produce my screamed entreaties. Surely my wife would hear. She would be able to tell the bastard had gone too far. He was fucking killing me. But no, she remained absent as he went around again, thighs then hands, four, five, six times.
It took a while for me to realise he had stopped hitting me. The air inside the bag had quickly grown stail and I struggled to see through the fogged up plastic. Had he gone ? Was he preparing to hit me again ? Fuck ! I couldn't stand this ! Panic was rising, washing over me ! I wrenched at my bonds crying, begging for release, promising anything, everything. Just please please let me out, let me breath !
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# Posted: 21 Apr 2008 21:57:15
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I felt someone grab the plastic bag and watched as a pencil was shoved through and withdrawn. Twice more it happened as I heaved in feeling the cool wisps of fresh air on my sweating face. It wasn't enough, I needed more. Then I heard a now familiar sound. It was the sound my darling wife made when she was penetrated by the hard thrusting cock of another man. The mist on the inside of the bag had cleared a little and I could just make out her womanly form. She was lieing on the table as John stood at the side between her legs fucking her unfaithful pussy, driving groans of animal lust from deep within her. Her legs were clasped tightly around his waist as he pounded her. There pace was frantic, desperate even as they both turned to look at me as I heard myself crying out how I loved her, how I would do anything for her, how I was her slave forever. My pathetic cries drove them on until their mouths crushed together and they came, profusely, earth movingly, violently, they came together.
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# Posted: 23 Apr 2008 20:30:04
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For about ten minutes it was hard to tell which one of us was breathing the hardest. Eventually they were able to get their breath back but I was still struggling unti he came over and used a pair of wire cutters to snip the cable tie around my neck before pulling off the plastic bag. My hair was drenched and sweat was running down my face. My eyes were stinging with it.
'Wow,' gasped my wife, 'I think slavy worked up even more of a sweat than you did babe !'
'Yea, well give me a minute, I'm not finished yet,' John laughed.
Arms around each other's waists they dissappeared into the kitchen and I heard them getting cold drinks out of the fridge. I could really have used a drink myself but I knew better than to hope they might bring me one. My wife was a deliberate bitch to me at the best of times but when he was around she seemed to go into overdrive. It was really a bit scary.
When they returned my wife was leading her lover by his once more hardening manhood. She sat up on the dinning table near to my chair and he stood in front of her. I watched her lovingly fondle his cock as they kissed deeply. She moved further back on the table after a while and brought her legs up, kicking off her shoes to begin wanking him between her gorgeous dainty feet. I could soon see pre-cum oozing from the end of his cock and running down to soak into the black nylon of her stocking feet.
After a few minutes of this she lifted her right foot to my mouth and demanded I clean it. As I did the heady scent of her perfume mixed with the leather of her shoes assailed my nostrils. The warm taste of her on my tongue was mind blowing !
'There's a good little cucky,' she cooed,' He loves to clean his mistress's gorgeous feet in his worthless mouth don't you cucky ?'
'Yes maam, very much !' I answered truthfully.
Master John whispered something in her ear and she laughed as he helped her to slide off the table. Picking her shoes from the floor she stood over me as Master John retrieved a large roll of duct tape from the kitchen. As my darling wife held one of her shoes over my mouth and nose he secured it in place by wrapping the tape over it and around my head. Then she unlocked the shield which covered my tube encased cock and tossed it onto the floor. Carefully she placed her other black stilleto over my tube. My already desperate cock tried even harder to expand as I breathed in the gorgeous smell of her shoe and imagined that my cock could actually feel the warmth and texture inside the other one. Happy with her preparations she then turned to bend forward over the table. As her lover took up position behind her, weighty cock in hand, she turned to me and smiled. 'This is what I need from a man, slave. This is half of what it's all for. My pleasure, my enjoyment, my lust for real men. The other half is about denying and humiliating you. So you see slave, despite how it looks, you are actually very important to me. I need to hurt you almost as much as I need to make love to John. Fortunately I can do both at the same time.
'For your master John it used to be all about making love to me, but now, it seems he's developed rather a nasty taste for hurting sissy wimps too. Haven't you babe ?' she asked him.
'I believe so,' he smirked.
'Why don't we take care of part one darling, then, if you have enough energy, you can impress on our littls sissy slave, how much you've come to enjoy part two.'
Shit what did she mean by that ? Fuck ! My normally blue balls must be a deep shade of purple by now ! The sight of that bastard taking my wife's tight little butt. The way she was encouraging him, urging him on, telling him with her sighs, her little squeals of pleasure, how much she wanted this. Wriggling her ass on his long powerful cock. The smirk on his face as he looked at me and took a handfull of her beautiful long hair to pull her head back as he slapped her ass with the other hand.
All this added to the smell of her shoe. My imagination running riot immagining what my cock would feel like right now, without the damned steel tube. The warmth of the leather stilleto around it. My hips began to thrust involuntarily as I thought about where the shoe had been a few minutes before. My tongue extended and I feverishly licked the inside of the shoe over my face.
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blue179
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# Posted: 26 Apr 2008 13:21:02
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'Look darling,' my wife told her lover, ' Our slave is humping fresh air. Isn't she cute ?'
'Yea real cute,' he snarled back. 'But not as cute as his mistress's ass.'
'Oh baby,' she laughed. 'You say the nicest things when you're making love to me. Oh it feels so good ! You inside me, taking me like a man. I love this feeling. I love it even more when you do it in front of him. Show him baby ! Show him who I belong to ! Cum in me, cum in my ass ! Oh fuck ! I'm gonna cum ! Watch me you fucking wimp, watch me fucking cum ! You never did this to me you fucking looser ! Oh fuck Jouhn, my darling, my big cocked stud ! Fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!'
With a series of animal grunts he speared my darling wife's ass, spewing his virile sperm into her depths as she squeeled and thrashed under him.
When it was over he lifted off her and wiped his softening cock on her ass. She grinned and turned to kiss him deeply.
'That was amazing, as always,' she complimented him. Then turning to me she asked, 'And how was it for you my fine specimen of a husband ?'
I remained silent, eyes down, panting in frustration into her little shoe.
'I'll take that back now if you don't mind,' she smirked as she pulled her other shoe from my cock tube.
'Oh that's didgusting !' she yelled. 'Look what this dirty little pervert did in my shoe darling,' she said to her lover.
Without the benefit of any sensation whatsoever I had been unable to cum but my imagination, together with the sight of him taking her so masterfully and the smell of her shoe, had resulted in a large amount of precum leaking from my imprisoned cock. Running out of the hole in the tube it had pooled in her shoe. I tried to apologise, 'I'm sorry maam, I didn't know. Please maam, I'm sorry, I....'
'You fucking will be slave,' she snarled.'Darling, tip him back would you? I need my pussy and my ass cleaning out and this piece of shit needs another hiding. Would you do the honours please?'
'No problem,' he smirked as he tipped my chair back until I was on my back on the floor, still tied securely to its arms and legs. My wife stood over me for a minute as her lover removed the shoe from my face. The duct tape was stuck to my hair and I cried out in pain as he ripped it off.
'Crying already slave ?' she taunted me. 'Boy are you in for a treat if you think that hurt'.
As she bent her legs a glob of semen leaked from her unfaithful married pussy and dropped onto my cheek. Her weight dropped onto my chest and I looked into her gorgeous eyes as she sat there hands on hips.
'Just so you know slave,' she began, 'This is not a treat. I am not rewarding you with my pussy. I'm simply using you like I would use a rag to clean myself. You are nothing to me. Now get busy and just hope I remember to let you breath occassionaly.
With that she hitched forward and covered my sweating face with her soaking pussy. I did my best to suck her lover's slimy deposit from in and around her pussy. After a couple of minutes she lifted to allow me a quick breath before adjusting her position to mash my face into her ass. As I extended my tongue into her private I heard her say, 'Now darling, do it now, and don't hold back. I want him to remember this.'
SLASH ! the cane sliced into my right thigh. SLASH ! the left. SLASH ! SLASH ! My hands ! My poor fucking hands ! I screamed into my darling wife's ass. I wrenched at my bonds. I cried and pleaded away the last of my air while my goddess sat there unmoving. I imagined she was probably smiling.
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blue179
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# Posted: 26 Apr 2008 19:45:07
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It was late next morning before I was released from the chair. After spending all night tied tightly to it tipped onto my back I was aching everywhere. My face was covered in the dried juices of my wife and her lover, my thighs were covered in angry looking red weals and my poor hands were swollen like puddings.
After he cut off the plastic ties binding me to the chair Master John warned me, 'You are definitely on thin ice with your mistress slave. I think you'd better apologise to her.' Me apologise ? For what ? But I knew better than to ask. 'In fact,' he continued, 'Why don't you get some paper and a pen and write her a letter. Pour your heart out, tell her how sorry you are and how much you adore her. You'll be taking us to the airport this afternoon so you won't see her for a week. I don't think you want to part on a sour note do you slave ?'
'No sir, I'll write it straight away.'
It was a long torturous process because of my swollen hands. Just holding the pen was a major task. Eventually I finished it and after a shower I felt a little better. I dressed in a clean rubber maids outfit and wore the too small high heeled boots with it hoping to impress my wife with my willingness to suffer for her.
I presented her with the letter I'd written so carefully but she just threw it on her bed and told me to start her packing. 'And make sure you include my sexiest bikinis and some hot evening wear. I want to look stunning for my man. And hurry up !' she yelled. 'If you didn't waste time on stupid letters you would have more time to attend to your duties you useless little shit !'
As I drove them to the airport they sat in the back and read my letter. My wife read sections of it out loud and they both laughed heartily. I sat red faced feeling humiliated and cheated by her. 'Listen to this bit babe,' she encouraged him. 'My darling mistress I love you and worship the very ground you walk on. Well why don't you try harder to please me then ?' she sneered at me.
'Here's a good bit,' she went on. 'Master John is a great lover for you and pleases you more than I ever did. It breaks my heart that you give yourself to him so completely but I am happy that you have a real man you can do that with. I know I am no longer a man in your eyes. Ha ! You got that right sissy boy !' They both laughed.
'Here's the last bit, listen darling. I am so sorry that I upset you maam and I would do anything to make it up to you. Master John hurt me so much last night but that pain is nothing compared to the pain of upsetting my darling mistress. Oh isn't that nice ? On the other hand, it does suggest that you didn't hit him hard enough last night.'
'Yea it does doesn't it,' he snarled. 'Well I'll have to make sure I hit harder next time won't I ?'
Thankfully we arrived at the airport at that point. They got out of the car and walked inside while I struggled with their cases. Inside they took the cases and checked in while I stood to one side. I was cracking up inside at the thought of being without her for a whole week. She would be with him, totally with him, in every sence of the word. She would be his woman and he would be her man. Me , I'd be nothing. She probably wouldn't even give me a thought. Oh shit ! Why was she doing this to me?
'Follow slave,' she shouted to me. Two guys walking past turned to look at her as they caught her words then looked at me. I went bright red as I caught their mocking grins.
I followed them to a quiet corner and stood in front of them as they held hands. 'Listen carefully slave. You may get a visit from Julie while I'm away. I asked her to check up on you. Michael may pop in too. You will obey them both as you do me. Is that clear ?'
'Yes maam,' I answered, dreading the though of what Julie might decide to do to me without there being anyone around to interfere for a whole week !
'Good. Now we are going to the departure lounge for a drink to start our holiday. You can piss off home and get on with your housework. '
'Yes maam, thank you maam.' I mumbled grumpily.
'Cheer up slave,' she ordered. 'You should be happy that your mistress is going to have such a wonderful time being looked after by such a hunk. In fact I think you'd better thank your Master John for taking me.'
'Yes maam. Thank you sir for taking my mistress on holiday.'
'Now get down and kiss his shoes to show you accept his right to take me from you any time he pleases.'
What ? We were in a fairly quiet corner but still, people would notice, a man grovelling on the floor kissing another man's shoes !
'Don't make me say it twice slave.' She said it quietly but I felt the venum in her tone. Looking around I knelt and quickly kissed his shoes.
'And what about mine?' she smiled as I went to get up.
'Right, now you can get up and fuck off you sad looser.'
They both laughed in my face. I had never been so humiliated and yet I knew, I had never felt more love and yearning for her either.
As I walked quickly across the lobby to the door I could fee the mocking stares of everyone who had witnessed my humiliation.
I cried most of the way home, wiping my eyes repeatedly to see the road ahead. I missed her already. How was I going to survive for a week ?
When I got home I noticed the smell as soon as I walked into the kitchen. Master John had been the last one out of the house as we'd left. In fact my wife and I had waited about five minutes for him to come out. Now I knew why. The kitchen floor was awash in piss. A parting gift, a sign of his respect.
He had done this before and had made me clean it up with my tongue. At least this time I could use a cloth or a mop. As I reached under the sink for a bucket I paused. Was I only a slave when she was here ? No, this was full time now. Permanent she said. I had agreed. I had wanted to be her slave for ever. So ? So I should behave a all times as if she were here watching me. She would never know, but I would. Somehow that mattered a lot.
I put the bucket away and knelt to begin licking my mistress's lover's cold piss from the floor.
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# Posted: 27 Apr 2008 05:10:41
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great updates!! I look forward to reading about the friends of your Mistress visiting you again.
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# Posted: 27 Apr 2008 11:35:32
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Two days into my wife's week away with her lover Mistress Julie paid me a visit. I was spring cleaning the bedrooms but had not gotten very far because going into the master bedroom was so difficult for me. I could smell my wife in there. I could feel her presence. I kissed her pillow, rubbed her hairbrush against my cheek, took out all her shoes and licked them adoringly. I even opened her knicker drawer and buried my face in her sexy undies. I knew she would be angry with me if she found out but I also knew that if she asked me I would admit it. I loved her. I was in love with her. More now than ever before. If this was the only way I could show my love then so be it. I would accept whatever punishment she saw fit to dish out.
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# Posted: 27 Apr 2008 11:57:45
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The doorbell startled me and I rushed to the window to look out. Shit ! It was Mistress Julie. When she saw all my wife's things out she would know what I'd been doing and she would rat on me for sure. But if I kept her waiting......?
I opened the door and stepped back with a curtsy. She slapped my face for keeping her waiting and told me to go upstairs and change. She was here to baby sit.
I quickly stripped off the black plastic maids outfit I was wearing and got out the baby clothes M. Julie had left here last time. When I was ready I shuffled downstairs then got on all fours to crawl into the lounge where she was waiting.
'Oh there she is !' she cried. 'There's my wittle babykins. Come here baby, let aunty Julie have a good look at you'.
I knelt in front of her, nappy bulging under plastic pants. Pink frilly baby dress, pink woolen booties and matching mits completing my outfit.
'Aunty Julie has a present for baby,' she smiled as she took from her bag an oversized pink baby bonnet. 'But we need baby's dummy in first don't we ? So were is it baby ?'
Shit ! I'd forgotten it !
'Baby had better go and get it right now !' she shouted, 'Unless baby wants to feel aunty Julie's hand on her bottom !'
As I turned to crawl back out she changed her mind. 'Come back here right now. I have a better idea for baby'.
She carefully arranged the bonnet on my head and tied the ribbons under my chin. Then she had me climb onto her lap. My eyes nearly popped out of my head when she began loosening the buttons on her blouse. She was not wearing a bra and I was immediately mesmerised by her small perfect breasts.
'Is baby hungry ?' she asked. 'Come on then let aunty Julie give you some nice milkies'.
Gently at first because I feared one of her unpredictable changes of mood, I began suckling. As I relaxed and suckled harder biting gently then rubbing my tongue over her hard pink nipples she closed her eyes and let out a long sigh. Then rummaging in her handbag she withdrew something I couldn't see from my positon burried in her chest. I knew it was a vibrator when I heard it buzz and felt her slide it up her skirt. Another sigh, deeper and longer. Then a gutteral groan as I redoubled my effoerts on her breasts, switching from one to the other and back.
'Oh what a naughty baby you are. Aunty Julie will have to punish you very severely for this. You bad bad little girl. Oh fuuuuuuck, baby, baby baby, BAAAAAAAABYYYYYY !!!!
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# Posted: 27 Apr 2008 16:52:13
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I spent that night curled up in the baby cot. She made me drink three bottles of warm milk and one bottle of her salty pee. Twice I was put over her knee for a sound spanking. The first time was for doing rude things to my baby sitter. The second time was after she inspected the house and found my wife's shoes and some of her knickers lieing on the bed. She really got mad about that and promised to tell my wife as soon as she got back.
So there I lay, in a soaking wet nappy, arms tied behind me, sucking on my dummy. I had to suck it really loudly for her. I made the mistake of stopping once before she was asleep. She dropped the side of the cot and pulled down my plastic pants and nappy. Then she coated my sore ass with deep heat cream. That kept me awake and sucking loudly on the dummy for a long time I can tell you !
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blue179
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# Posted: 27 Apr 2008 17:19:59
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Later in the week I had a visit from Michael, my wife's eighteen year old lover and Master John's nephew. It was really awkward with my wife not there. I wasn't sure how to treat him or address him. He was a little nervous too. He told me he was missing my wife and looking forward to her return. Then he said he wanted me to know that he was in love with her ! What the fuck was I supposed to say to that ?
He sat at the kitchen table while I stood near the sink dressed, as my wife had told me I must every day she was away, in a sissy maids outfit. I had several now and this was a pink rubber one. The stilletto boots which went with it were torture to wear but I proudly wore them as a sign of my devotion to my adulterous spouse and mistress.
How was I supposed to feel as this boy had the nerve to admit to my face that he was in love with my wife. Aparantly he had already told her and she had suggested he tell me to my face. He didn't want to but she insisted, telling him that if he wanted to be her main man then he would need to take a more active roll in punishing and humiliating her slave. He was quite frank that he had no idea what I got out of my situation. Sometimes, he said, he felt sorry for me. Other times just disgusted by me. Nevertheless, he was prepared to do whatever was necessary in order to please her and make her his. She had been the first woman he had ever slept with and he had no desire for there to ever be any other. He wanted her and her alone.
So there I stood dressed as a sissy maid listening to this boy proffess his love for my darling wife. I should have been shouting at him, punching him, throwing him out of my house. I did none of those things. I just stood, head down staring at the floor, helplessly imprisoned penis battering futilely against the cruel unyielding steel of its prison. I was actually being turned on by the fact that another man was in love with my wife. The humiliation was intense but it went off the scale when he told me he wanted my blessing. He wanted my assurance that I would not try to stand in his way. That in fact I would do everything I could to promote and facilitate their illicit union. He wanted me to show my agreement by getting on my knees and kissing his shoes, right now.
What choice did I have? This was incredibly erotic to me and yet so painful I felt like bursting into tears. Instead I dropped to the floor and crawled over to kiss this boy's shoes.
'Ask me nicely to seduce your wife,' he ordered. 'Beg me to make her mine, to sweep her off her feet. To make her love me as I love her.'
So I did, three times before he was satisfied. Then, without him asking, I kissed his shoes again.
'Good slave,' he said. Good slave ! An eighteen year old boy was telling me I was a good slave ! Worse still, I was pleased that he thought so ! Truly I was my mistress's slave. Her servant. Her sissy maid.
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# Posted: 29 Apr 2008 04:14:35
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good stuff...please continue!
You are getting the kind of attention from a beautiful Mistress for free, which we would have to pay $200/hour with a pro dom ! you are one lucky slave!
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# Posted: 4 May 2008 13:08:59
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As he got up from his seat he told me to carry on with my housework while he made an inspection of the rest of the house. He said my wife had asked him to check and make sure I was not slacking in my duties just because she wasn't there.
After a while he called me upstairs. I was trembling with embarrassment and trepidation over what he might want me for. If he had found fault with my work what would he do about it ? Could I accept his authority to judge me ? To punish me ? He was just a boy. I was a grown man. How could I take punishment from a boy ? Then again, how could I not ? What would my wife say ? This was obviously her idea. She was forcing me further into submission, pushing the boundaries, stretching my limits. How could I dissappoint her ?
I found him in my wife's bedroom. I stood in the doorway in shock. He had pulled back the covers and was lieing naked on her bed. Well, not completely naked. He had on a pair of my wife's silk knickers, his obviously arroused cock making an impressive tent in their front. Draped over his face was my wife's silk nighty. What the fuck ?
'I can smell her in here slave,' he informed me through the soft silk covering his face. 'In the room, on this bed, through this nighty. I feel almost like she's right here.'
'Sir, please.' I began.
'Bring me a pair of her boots slave,' he interupted. 'Now !' he added as I hesitated.
I retrieved one of my wife's many pairs of sexy boots from her closet and brought them to him.
'Pull them onto my hands,' he instructed, holding out his arms.
I did as he asked and he sighed apreciatively as he dropped his hands to his sides.
'Now sit on the bed beside me,' he quietly suggested.
My mind raced as I tried to think of a way out, an excuse. One that would not land me in trouble with my wife. What the hell did he have in mind ? Did my wife even know about this ? If she did, what did she have in mind ? I might be my wife's slave, her cuckold husband, her sissy even. I might do some pretty digusting things in an attempt to prove my loyalty and devotion to her. I might even accept another man's ownership of her and that man's superiority to me. But hey, I wasn't gay ! I had absolutely no inclinations that way. Yes I had held Master John's cock once while he came on my wife's stockinged legs, and I had consumed some heavy loads of spunk from him and a couple of others. But it was always from her pussy or ass or from a condom. Most importantly it was always in her presence, at her order. It was always to humiliate and torture me because she knew how I hated it.
This ? This was way different. She wasn't even here. I couldn't do anything with another man, no way !
'It's alright slave, I won't bite. Now sit. Or shall I telephone your wife and interupt her holiday to let her know how dissobedient her slave is. She's probably in the middle of a fuck right now. How do you think she's going to react when her mobile rings ?
So, I sat, staring at the huge unatural bulge in the front of my darling wife's soft silk french knickers. I was only gratefull that he had covered his face. I suspected it was to hide his own embarrassment, but it meant I did not have to look him in the face when he told me to rub it.
'Go head slave. Be gentle, I want to imagine its your wife's hand. Her dainty soft, sexy little hand. Not the hand of her sissy faggot slave. Do it. Now ! I won't ask again'
My hand was visibly shaking as I reached over. The silken bulge was surprisingly warm to the touch and twitched as I touched it.
'Mmmm, yea. That's it. Oh fuck I miss her. I'm going to spend every minute I can with her when she gets back. I'm going to make her mine. She's going to love me as much as I love her. And you're gonna help aren't you sissy boy?'
'Yes sir, of course.' I placated him.
'That's it, just one finger nice and lightly, right on the old million dollar spot. Good boy. You just keep that up and maybe I'll let you off without a caning.'
'Oh great,' I thought, 'Now I was to be caned by him. How much humiliation did my darling wife think I could stand ?'
'Just because you're never gonna get to cum again for the rest of your miserable life doesn't mean you can't make a contribution to a real man's orgasm does it slave ?'
'No sir'.
'Oh yea ! You have no idea how good this feels slave. I can smell her. I can feel her. Through her nighty. Inside her boots. Inside these little panties. Oh fuck yea ! You'll never feel this, never ! I'll make sure you never touch her again, you know that don't you boy ?'
'Yes sir I know'. And in that moment I did.
''Oh shit I'm fucking coming for her ! Aaaagh ! Umphhhhh! Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhh! I can smell her, I can fucking smell her ! Fuccccccccccccccck !'
His hips bucked and I had to work hard to keep my finger on his bulging cock. I watched enthralled as a huge wet patch appeared through the front of my darling wife's previously immacculate knickers.
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# Posted: 4 May 2008 18:53:47
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As my wife's young lover slumped back onto her bed breathing heavily I pulled my hand quickly away from his cock. Looking down I saw my other hand still hopelessly carressing the hard shiny front of my chastity belt. Without concious thought I had been trying futilely to stimulate my own poor neglected cock even as I gently rubbed his. What did that mean ? Was I turning gay ? Or was I just so desperate for stimulation that anything sexual would do. From any source, male or female ?
No, I couldn't accept that either. The fact surely was that, unable to obtain any stimulation at all for my so long denied cock, I was living Michael's. I was feeding from his pleasure, his arousal. Then mixing that with the humiliation of performing such a disgusting act on a man who was, by his own admission, in love with my wife. Seeing him using her clothes, lieing in her bed, obtaining such blessed relief from the closeness of her belongings,her smell. Faced with the mind blowing possibility that I might never get to make love to my own wife again, perhaps, if Michael got his way, never be allowed to even touch her,it was everything I yearned so desperately to do. And here he was, taking even that away from me.
I was stirred from my sad reverie when he jumped up and sliding down my wife's knickers, leaving them lieing on the carpet, quickly dressed. He seemed even more embarrassed than I was by our brief encounter.
'Bring me a cane quickly,' he said quietly. I retrieved one from a drawer in my wife's closet and handed it to him.
'Bend over and don't move. If you stay still and make no sound it will be over quickly. Bend now !'
I was trembling as I touched my toes. When Master John flogged me I was usually tied down. I was far from sure that I had the resilience to take a caning without being fully restrained. SLASH ! SLASH ! SLASH ! Three cutting blows in quick succession confirmed my fears. I bolted upright crying out and thrusting my hands back to protect my rear. I fully expected to be screamed at to bend back over but, as I looked around, he was gone. The cane was lieing on the bed where he had thrown it.
I heard his footsteps decending the stairs then his voice as he called back, 'I'll be sure to let your wife know about the state in which you had her bedroom when I see her slave.'
Completely unfair, but hardly unexpected. And the caning ? Far lighter and shorter than I'd feared. Obviously, from his quick and embarrassed departure, this whole episode had not been any more comfortable for him than it had been for me. Perhaps this was not going to work. If my wife was insisting he be more cruel and demanding in his treatment of me but he found he could not do it, what then ?
Perhaps, I thought, in a moment of ridiculous madness, I should encourage him, sing his praises to my wife. Or rather make it clear to her that he was a very cruel master to me. That way maybe he wouls stay and she would accept him. Then, best of all, I would not be so badly treated or beaten. Certainly he would be much easier to cope with than Master John ! Perhaps I could even persuade him to feel sorry for me, put a word in for me with my wife ? Possibilities ? Yes . Or so I thought.
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# Posted: 7 May 2008 05:15:48
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keep it coming, love it, more more more
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# Posted: 7 May 2008 11:27:30
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yes please keep going blue.
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humanchair
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# Posted: 10 May 2008 22:39:28
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interesting twist...please update..i'm getting desperate to read more 
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humanchair
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# Posted: 12 May 2008 04:29:14
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aww shucks! I was looking forward to an update this weekend 
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# Posted: 12 May 2008 20:18:13
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I was up before dawn on the day of my wife's return from holiday. I had checked and double checked everything yesterday but now I did it again. I wanted so much for everything to be perfect for her return. She had always had very high standards with regard to our home and I wanted to show her that I had worked really hard while she was away. I could not have her affection in the normal ways a husband might expect so I sought her aproval as a slave. Somehow the most important thing in the world to me had become to please her. I couldn't do it as a man, not now that she had experienced such incredible sex from other men, so I had to try to do it as a servant.
Finally sure that everything was perfect, I left for the airport. My black rubber maids outfit was hidden beneath a track suit and I wore my only pair of male shoes, black trainers. I was early at the airport and her flight was delayed. By the time it landed I was frantic with nerves. I had missed her so much ! When she finally emerged from arrivals I couldn't swallow for the huge lump in my throat and my vision was blurred by tears. I rushed toward her, realising that she was alone.
'Hello slave,' was her greeting. Then seeing me looking for John she explained. 'Master John sends his regards. He caught a connecting flight straight back to Scotland.'
'Yes !' I thought, reaching for the large wheeled suitcase at her side.
'Erm, excuse me, is that how a slave greets his mistress ?' A stern look covered her beautiful features as she pushed one foot toward me. I looked down at her dainty toes as they peeked from the end of her high heeled silver sandal, then glanced nervously around at the crowd of people meeting and greeting my wife's fellow passengers.
'I'm waiting,' she reminded me coldly.
Sinking resignedly to my knees I bent forward and lovingly kissed each perfect toe. Changing over her feet she smiled proudly down at me as I repeated my devotions. As I stood and took the handle of her case I was accutely aware of the stares from passers by. Some of them were openly laughing and one even complimented my wife on 'knowing how to treat a man'. My face burned as I headed quickly for the exit. My mistress had to tell me twice to slow down so that she could 'enjoy my shame'.
During the car journey home my wife talked insessantly from the back seat, singing the praises of her lover and making sure I understood what a marvelous time she had had. I should have been hurt but I smiled and went right on grinning the whole way home. She was back. My darling wife was home. I had my mistress back. I loved her completely. I was nothing when she wasn't around. She had gone away for a week. It had seemed like a year to me. I had worried every day about the possibility of her not returning, of running away with John. But here she was. Full of praise for him, full of admiration, even of love. I would never hear her talk about me that way I knew. But even that gut wrenching realisation could not dampen my spirits. She was back. My wife, my Mistress ! She was home.
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# Posted: 13 May 2008 22:00:44
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As I pulled the car into the drive I noticed Michael's car was already in there. 'Shit !' I thought. What does a guy have to do to get some time alone with his wife ? He got out of his car as we drew up and my faithless wife jumped out of the car and ran to him. Jumping into his arms she planted a big wet kiss on his lips. As I opened the boot to get her suitcase I glanced furtively around hoping there were no neighbours watching.
I followed them into the house but by the time I got inside they had gone upstairs. My wife had kicked off her shoes on her way to the stairs and I picked them up, holding them reverently to my face. I kissed them gently before sniffing their heady scent and pushing out my tongue to lap devotedly at the inside that had been so honoured to cradle her soft and dainty soles.
Later I went to empty her suitcase and begin sorting her dirty holiday clothes for washing but the case was locked. Disturbing her wasn't an option so I sat cuddling her discarded shoes listening to the faint sounds of her passion seeping through the walls and floor, marvelling at her insatiable sex drive. A whole week away screwing one guy and as soon as she gets back she jumps into bed with another ! I wished I was in a position to benefit from her newly revived libido but that was not going to happen. Probably just as well. How the hell could I cope with a woman like her ?
After a couple of hours I heard her calling me. I curtsied as I entered her formally immaculate bedroom. Clothes were scattered on the floor, bedcovers strewn around and the air was heavy with the smell of raw animal sex. He was in the en suit bathroom and she was laid across the bed covered by a single white sheet, face glowing and relaxed in the afterglow.
'Bring me my suitcase slave, quickly,' she instructed.
When I returned with it she was sitting on the bed dressed in Michael's shirt. 'Here's the key, open it and take out half the clothes. Then strip off your uniform.'
I quickly obeyed, glancing up as Michael came back into the room. His impressive manhood mocked me as it swayed in time to his steps till he sat down beside my wife.
'Right, now get in there.'
What ? 'Please maam, I don't understand'.
'There's nothing to understand shit for brains. Curl yourself up and lie down in the case.'
'Please maam, I don't think.......'
'That's right you don't,' yelled Michael, 'Now do as you 're fucking told'.
I jumped at his voice. I'd never heard him talk like that. To be honest I didn't think he had it in him.
Curling into a tight ball I managed to fit within the confines of the case. My wife then picked up the items of dirty clothes I had removed and stuffed them back in over and around me. Then she had her young lover pull down the lid so that she could zip it closed. The first bit zipped ok but he had to sit on top of me and press down hard to allow her to close the last few inches of zip. A feeling of panic came over me as I realised how stifflingly enclosed I was. Was it airtight ? Fuck I needed out ! Now !
'I hope you're comfortable slave,' I heard my treacherous spouse laugh as she undid the zip a couple of inches to peer inside. 'Michael and I have a lot of catching up to do and some important issues to discuss. That means we need you out of the way. So you just lie there among my dirty washing. Breath it all in. I kept it all just for you. My purfume, my sweat and, not forgetting John's lovely spunk. There must be at least a couple of pints soaked into my dirty knickers. Enjoy yourself slave, I'll see you later. Much later '.
Before I could protest the zip was closed and I felt my cloustraphobic prison being pushed along the floor and under my wife's bed.
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# Posted: 14 May 2008 10:09:00
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I really like how your previous update ended! Your Mistress is brilliant at coming up with new ideas.
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blue179
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# Posted: 15 May 2008 20:07:48
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It was a real struggle not to panic. The air inside the case soon became hot and stale. The smell of my wife which permeated her clothes had my cock straining futilely against its prison. There was also the definite tang of stale spunk coming from the various pairs of panties stuffed into the case around me. The caes itself could not have been a better fit holding me completely imobile, and I wondered if my wife had had this in mind when she bought it.
I was getting pins and needles and my legs were going into cramps. I struggled to calm my breathing, trying to concentrate on the sexyness of the situation. It heped when the sounds of their lovemaking began to penetrate my prison. She was squeeling like a banshee and he was grunting in time with his thrusts. I managed to wrangle one hand under me to touch the impassive steel of my chastity belt. I stroked it then tapped at it trying desperately to gain some sensation for my useless cock. The whole situation was incredibly erotic but I could do nothing to benefit from it. Soon frustration began to turn to panic once more as the hoplessness of my predicament overwhelmed me. I struggled not to cry out, hoping my good behaviour might melt some of the ice from my Mistress wife's heart so that she could take pity on me and set me free.
I was on the point of giving up and screaming for her when their grunts and groans reached a peak before silence eventually fell. A couple of minutes later I felt my suitcase cocoon being pulled out from under the bed.
The sound of their mixed laughter became clearer when the zip was opened a few inches. Sencing freedom I opened my mouth wide to draw in the fresh cool air that bled through the gap. Suddenly my chin was prodded then more laughter came fro outside as I realised that Michael was shoving his now relaxed penis through the hole in the zip.
'Open wide boy,' I heard him laugh. 'Get this cleaned up.'
He must have been lieing down beside the suitcase making his groin at just the right level. I could smell them both and feel their mixed juices as he waved his cock around, prodding my cheeks searching for my mouth.
'If you want to get out of there any time soon you'd better do as I say slave,' he warned. I had to get out. I couldn't stand it any longer. Closing my eyes and grimacing in disgust I opened wide and felt him find his target. Closing my lips I licked and sucked clean the cock of my wife's young lover. The warmth of my mouth soon drew a responce and I felt him begin to harden. Thankfully he withdrew and I forced myself to be calm as I awaited my iminent release.
I knew it was going to take a little longer than I thought when I heard more laughter and felt my wife's shapely thighs rest on top of the case. Pushing her sodden pussy lips against the gap in the zip she laid back and drummed her heels into the top of the case.
'Get that tongue out here slave,' she ordered. 'My pussy needs cleaning.'
I had a real struggle to force my face against the inside of the case and stretch my tongue through the hole. Only the very tip of my tongue could reach but I used it to my best ability, curling it to scoop her lover's warm goo directly from her unfaithful pussy. As soon as I paused in my ministrations to rest my aching tongue she drummed her heels harder causing me to cry out in pain as I was completely unable to defend myself.
Thanfully, she eventually tiered of her game and stood up. 'If that's the best you can do to welcome your mistress home then I think you need a little more time to consider your options slave.' she scolded me as she stamped her foot down on the top of the case in time with her words. I cried out for mercy but she ignored me, asking Michael to do up the zip before slipping her delicate little feet back into her high heeled sandals and climbing on top of the suitcase. Once there she stamped around like she was crushing insects before calling to her lover to hold her hands so that she could balance well enough to jump up and down driving her dagger - like heels into my side. Without the material of the case between us she would have stabbed me to death. As it was I just felt like she was doing it. I cried and screamed, begged for mercy, promised her anything and everything. I was drowning in despair as my heartfelt please were met with her giggles and sqeels of pleasure.
With no means of escape and no way to protect myself I was at her mercy and she knew it. I was ready to pass out from the combination of pain, panic, stale air and heat by the time she finally stopped. I felt tears of joy pour from my eyes as I heard the zip being undone. Those tears became ones of bitter defeat when the zip stopped at just a few inches.
'That was fun wasn't it slave ? I think we should do that more often. You have no idea what a turn on it is, and guess wh gets the benefit of that ? So it's out of the way for sissy slaves. Just be gratefull I let you stay under my bed and listen.'
'Oh and afterwards Michael and I have a lot of catching up to do and some important things to discuss. If I still have the energy I might let you out when we're finished'.
No ! No ! I have to get out !
The zip was pulled closed and I felt the case being pushed back under the bed. That's when I broke down. I cried out in desperate frustration, in panic, in fear ! I began to sob and beg pittyfully.
'Shut up,' Michael scolded.
'No darling, it's ok,' I heard my wife's now muffled voice soothe him. 'I quite like it. What could be more sexy than a hot unfaithful wife screwing her young lover's brains out while she listens to her poor slave husband scream and beg ?'
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# Posted: 15 May 2008 23:14:33
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Excellent update. You are a true artist!
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# Posted: 15 May 2008 23:32:46
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That last part was just amazing...
Please keep going on !
Your story is perfect
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# Posted: 16 May 2008 18:59:04
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So scream I did. Till my throat was sore, my head ached and my body lay twitching in muscle spasms and dripping in sweat. Eventually I either passed out or fell asleep, I'm not sure which. I was woken by the suitcase being pulled out from under the bed once more. The zip was pulled open a couple of inches as I lay shivering, dreading what I was sure was coming next. I started to cry and beg once more for pity.
My wife's voice surprised me, 'If you want me to let you out of there any time soon slave, I suggest you shut up and listen. I can very easily have Michael shove you back under the bed and leave you there for the night.'
That got my attention and, with a supreme effort of will, I managed to quiet my sobbing.
'That's better,' she soothed, 'Now I want you to listen very carefully. Michael and I have had a nice long talk while you've been napping. I had a wonderful holiday with John but unfortunately it was kind of a finale. He's found himself another woman and is getting engaged. I didn't want to tell you about it before the holiday because I knew it would have spoilt the experience for you. Anyway, the fact is, I've decided that I need a man, a real man to take care of me. I can get sex, lots of sex from lots of guys but, the fact is that it's not enough. It's not enough for me because I need to be loved and I need to love. I need emotion in my sex sometimes. I need to make love, not just fuck. It's not enough for you because I know how much me screwing other guys hurts and humiliates you but turns you on too. I also know that the effect is magnified many times over if you think I'm in love with the guy who's screwing me. That's where Michael comes in. He's been telling me every time we meet that he's in love with me. I was his first and so I thought that was all it was. The thing is, he hasn't had any other woman since that night on his eighteenth birthday party and he says he doesn't want any other woman. That's why I decided to let him have me bareback. It's so much more intimate that way. He loves me. He's IN love with me. That's a nice feeling but, as I've explained to him, there are some problems. There's the age gap for a start. He say's he doesn't care though so why should I ? After all I'd have to be crazy to refuse the love of such a gorgeous young hunk, don't you think?'
The only thing I was thinking was that I needed out, now ! Whatever it took, I had to get out !
'There is another problem though. If I'm going to invest my love in another man then I have to consider you too. You may have given up all rights as my husband but you are still my slave. We come as a package. That means that he needs to learn to treat you in an apropriate way. He has to be able to get over his shyness and learn to treat you as I do, with the contempt you deserve. I need a lover who can help me discipline my slave. A lover who will hurt and humiliate you for my amusement. That can't be easy for him'.
'Not easy for HIM ! ?' I thought.
'So I want to ask you to help him slave. In fact I've decided that, if you want to remain as my slave you must work especially hard to ensure he really takes to his role as your master. Of course, it will be good for you too. Think how humiliating it will be for you. A grown middle aged man being teased, humiliated and punished by a boy less than half his age !'
Right then I didn't care, I just wanted out !
'So, to help you Michael and I have come up with a set of rules. If you want to get out of your little suitcase you better agree to each one. If you refuse or even hesitate to agree, then it's goodnight. You stay where you are and we discuss this again in the morning. I'm sure that by then you'll be more keen to co-operate.'
'Please maam,' I cried, 'I'll co-operate now, I promise ! Please let me out, I'll do whatever you say !'
'What I want you to do slave is shut up and listen'.
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# Posted: 16 May 2008 19:40:06
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'Here are the rules slave. I will still occassionally sleep with other men. I think it's important that I retain that freedom in order to be able to humiliate you to maximum effect. I still want you to have to watch me get picked up and seduced. I still want to make you dress me for my first dates with new guys and then sit at home fretting over what I'm getting up to. However, the only man that will be allowed inside me without protection is Michael. The only man that I'll tell I love is Michael. The only man that will have full rights to me as my lover and to you as his slave, is Michael.'
I heard kissing and soft sighs from outside my tiny prison then she continued ' You will address Michael as Sir or Mr Jones at all times. You will address me as Mistress, maam or Mrs Jones.'
Oh yea ! That hurt ! Even in my paniced fatigue that really hurt !
'All your male clothes will be disposed of except for a track suit you can wear to do outside chores or go to the shops'.
'You will keep your disgusting slave body hair free except for your head. You will grow your hair long and style it in a feminine fashion. You will wear full make up at all times except when you retire for the night'.
'You will dress as a female maid at all times complete with high heels. We will, because we are a benevolent master and mistress, get you some stilletto boots that fit.'
Well thank goodness for small mercies, I thought !
'You will be responsible for all housework and any other duties assigned to you by Michael or me. You will carry out your tasks in a cheerful manner and always smile and curtsy when we speak to you'.
'Michael wants you to be restrained at all times. You will wear ankle and knee cuffs that will restrict you to tiny steps. Wrist cuffs attatched to a belt around your waste will restrict the use of your arms. The amount of movement we grant you will depend on the tasks you are told to perform at the time. During punishment your wrists may be pulled right in to prevent you being able to protect yourself'.
'Whenever you enter a room where I or Michael are you will curtsy. When you leave you will not turn your back on us. You will walk out, or should I say, shuffle out, backwards and curtsy again'.
'At no time will you allow your head to be higher than either of ours'.
'You will not lift your eyes any higher than my knees. Michael needs to know I belong to him and you have no rights to my beaty, isn't that right babe ?'
'That's right doll,' I heard him agree.
Fucking hell, I thought. This was getting ridiculous. What exactly was I going to be left with ? She was my wife for fucks sake !
'You will speak only when spoken to. If you have a serious problem you may ask Michael for permission to speak to me, but otherwise you keep your sissy mouth shut'.
'You will sign all finances over to me. I own you. You are nothing. You should have nothing. I know that means a lot of trust on your part but if you don't trust me now you never will and , if that's the case I don't want you in my life, understood ?'
'Yes maam,' I mumbled from inside the damned suitcase.
'Since you no longer work and bring a wage into the house and, since after you sign everything over to me, you will not have a penny to your name, we can't have you being a drain on this household. The only food you will eat is the left overs from mine and Michael's plates which you will scrape into a dog bowl. After presenting the bowl to me and asking for my permission to eat you will place the bowl on the floor in the garage, get on your knees and eat up using only your mouth like a good doggy. If you are lucky and I am feeling pleased with you I may spit on it first or, if you're really good, I might do you the honour of pissing on it'.
'Now I know we have tried some of these things previously with John when he moved in but this time it will be different. Michael will be around a lot but he won't be living here. When he is here you will not be allowed to sleep in the house. You will have to make do with the garage. A couple as in love as we are and as passionate about each other as we are need our privacy. We also need your full co operation, so the rules will be enforced this time and rest asuured, they are permanent'.
'Now slave, I will ask you this only once. Do you agree to our rules ? Will you obey the rules and obey us at all times without exception ? Will you accept Master Michael as my love, my darling and your master ?'
Out ! I had to get out ! 'Yes maam,' I shouted.
'And for your master ?'
'Yes sir, I agree '.
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# Posted: 16 May 2008 20:00:15
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As soon as the zip was loosened I tried to spring up. Unfortunately my legs failed me. I fell over and groaned in agony from the pins and needles in my limbs.
I was allowed only a couple of minutes relief before my torture was resumed.
'Right slave,' Master Michael spoke sternly, 'Get over to the end of the bed. I want you on your back, legs stretched out against the bed end, now !'
I crawled over lay on my back and pushed my legs straight up. My feet just reached the top of the ornamental metal bed end. Master Michael quickly tied them together before securing them to the metal frame. My Mistress meanwhile was fastening my wrists to the bottom of the bed frame legs.
Once they were finished I was completely helpless. One wrist secured to each bed leg, feet straight up, legs against the cold metal frame. Going to the dreaded suitcase my wife retrieved a hand full of her dirty knickers and began stuffing them into my mouth. Once it was full she secured them in place with two stockings wrapped tightly around my head, forcing the balled up knickers into the back of my throat. More pairs of dirty knickers were placed over my head, the crotches carefully placed over my nose and mouth.
'Now slave I want you to behave,' I heard her say. I turned my head and looked over to see her handing a bamboo cane to her young lover. She kissed him deeply, running her delicate fingers over his chest before turning back to me.
'Your master needs some practice in administering discipline and you need to get used to accepting it. This is going to hurt you a lot but that's ok, I want it to. I need Michael to see that he has a free hand and does not need to worry about my interfering in his disciplining of you. He needs confidence and you need to understand that he is your master. If he wants to hurt you then he can hurt you. I will just love him all the more and you my pet will just worship and obey him all the more. Why ? Because I wish it'.
With that she sat down beside me and lifted my head shuffling forward to rest it on her knee. Leaning forward she kissed my forhead before turning to her lover. 'Punish my slave for me darling, I want him to understand who owns him'.
She adjusted the knickers over my face so that I could not see him aproach. I wondered desperately where the first blow would land.
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