Merry Christmas Darling

Blue you are the ultimate storymaster - this has had me riveted all the way through.
Am I still jealous of your lifestyle after reading everything so far - hell yes!!
Would I take your place - in a flash, yes!!
The last bit of the story is so facinating, I know you have gone through a lot and I am sure all your readers would like to say a big thank you for relating everything in such great detail

Tanya xx

Tanya, thank you. It's not been easy to get it all 'on paper' so to speak, but encouragement like yours makes it all worthwhile. Thank you again !

'You may stand slave. Now come closer, I have a job for you, ' my wife instructed me. ' My darling didn't get to cum yet this morning so I want you to help me put that right.'
Michael moved to stand beside me, his impressive manhood already lengthening in anticipation. I couldn't believe I'd been so gullible. I knew what a bitch she could be. I knew how much she had grown to love torturing and teasing me. It was obvious ! Why was I so stupid ? I wanted desperately for her to see how unhappy I was. I wanted to tell her but how could I ? If I could look at her she would see it in my eyes, she would feel sorry for me, her heart would melt, she would change her mind. Unfortunately that would mean breaking one of her rules and my poor feet were still way too sore for me to contemplate that !
So there I stood, staring at the floor, angry, mostly with myself, dissappointed and frustrated. You would think that would be enough but no, my darling wife wanted to add a dash of humiliation to the mix.
'Now slave, take your master's lovely cock in your hand and play with it nice and gently. Keep it pointed at my feet. I want to feel his lovely virile sperm between my toes'.
Shit ! I hated this. I think it was difficult for him too, but he had the benefits of sexual release and my wife's gentle encouragement on his side. What did I have ?
'There now, isn't that nice. My darling having his needs taken care of by my slave. You be careful sissy, make sure you handle that man-sized cock with respect. That's a real cock, not a poor excuse for a toy one like you have'.
I wanted this over as quickly as possible. The feel of that thing in my hand disgusted me. Then again, maybe I should be grateful it was just in my hand.
'Slow down slave,' my mistress scolded me, 'Your master wants to enjoy this. Be gentle. If you are going to be our little girly slave then you have to start acting more feminine'.
'Fuck me ! ' I thought,' I was jerking the guy off ! How could I be more feminine ?
'Use your other hand slave. Play with your master's balls. That's it. Good girl. Now keep it pointed at my feet, make sure you don't miss. I'll be very angry if you do'.
Michael was starting to move his hips. I felt his huge balls jump in my hand as, with a deep animal groan, he started to hose my wife's gorgeous feet. Thick white strings shot out soaking her soles and running over and between her toes as she flexed them and giggled.
Finally he was done and pushing my hands away he took his softening manhood and walked over to the window where, to my horror, he wiped it clean on the curtains. I was disgusted. Who the fuck did he think he was ? Surely my wife would draw the line there ? But she just giggled and held her arms out for him to join her on the bed.
'Ok sissy you may complete your treat now. Clean my feet. And remember, you promised to to be sincere when you thank us both for the priveledge'.
Another milestone on my journey into abject slavery, I thought as I steeled myself. Looking fixedly at the floor I curtsied ,' Thank you sir, thank you maam. Thank you sir for allowing me the priveledge of tasting your wonderful virile sperm. Thank you maam for allowing me the honour of licking your man's sperm from your beautiful feet'.
'Very good slave,' my wife trilled, ' You may continue'.
It took a while to get all that sticky cum from between her toes. She kept giggling and pulling her feet away as it tickled. Once finished I drew back and curtsied again.
'Alright slave, I think that's enough treats for you for now. I hope you enjoyed it. You see how kind I can be ?'
'Yes maam, thank you maam,' I grovelled, still holding on to a last vestige of hope that she was just testing me, pushing my limits. That she had planned all along to give in and allow me relief once she had her fun. No way could I believe that my darling wife would end it here !
'You may continue with your housework. Get into unform first though. I won't have you wandering aroung looking untidy. Move you useless piece of shit, before I change my mind and decide to ask Michael to get back yo work on your soles ! And put your stilletoe boots on too. Just because you feet are a little sore doesn't mean you should be taking liberties. Now move !'
So much for my stupid ideas about what my once faithful wife would or would not do. I didn't know her any more. I didn't know anything any more.
I spent the rest of the day dabbing my eyes, wiping away tears of frustration and humiliation as I toiled at my chores. At seven I was sent to bed. My wife said she was sick of looking at my pathetic crybaby face. Not for the first time or, I suspected, the last, I cried myself to sleep. I dreamed that she came to me in the middle of the night. That she sat on my bed, brushing the hair from my damp forehead, soothing my pain, my fears. Telling me it was all part of her plan. That she was doing it for us. That I mustn't be afraid. That she just needed me to show how much I loved her.
The next morning I found a pair of her worn knickers on my pillow. I wondered if it really was a dream ?

I was really down for the next few days. I was beginning to think that I might be in over my head. I'd put up with so much in order to please her and help her. After all, she was doing this to fulfil my fantasies wasn't she ? I was still pretty sure it had started out that way, but now ? The physical pain of beatings at her hands and the hands of her friends and lovers had been beyond anything I had envisaged, but still enjoyable. I had been pushed beyond my limits but on a higher level had revelled in it. The worst bits though where where she subjected me to anything remotely homosexual. That had never been my thing and still wasn't. Licking up another man's semen, touching another man's cock ! Urgh ! Just the thought sickened me ! But I'd done it. I'd found a way to endure unendurable physical pain, unbearable humiliation, raging jealousy, even heartbreak. Why ? Because I loved her. Because I wanted to make our game, the game I had insisted we play, work. After all her efforts I did not want to be the one to ruin it. I wanted to prove how grateful I was, how well she had played her role and how much I loved her for it.
Every time I thought things had reached a peak she just raised the bar. Her imagination staggered me. Her ability as an actress was astounding. So astounding I could not help wondering if she had crossed a line somewhere along the way. I hated the uncertainty more than anything. But I knew that without it the games we played would be worthless. Talk about a catch twenty two situation !
Anyway, my wife must have noticed my change of mood. One morning as I presented my doggy bowl of scraps to her for her permission to eat, as I was bound to by the new rules she told me that she had another treat for me. She would be taking off my chatity tube that day. Just for a few hours then it would go back on. I have to admit, bearing in mind previous dissappointments, I was not overly enthusiastic. I thanked her, of course and begged permission to eat my breakfast. She spat into the bowl and told me to go ahead. As I rose to leave for the garage where I normally ate she stopped me. 'You may eat here slave, at my feet. It will remind you how grateful you should be to me for allowing you the scraps from my table. So, as I knelt there, face in dog bowl, hands in leather cuffs at my side lapping up my food like a good dog, I began to come around.
My wife had noticed my mood. That meant that she was still taking notice of me. She was taking steps to improve my mood, therefore she still cared. All was not lost ! She still loved me. She was still doing this for me. As I felt her foot on the back of my head pushing my face further into the bowl as she laughed I felt like laughing myself, I was so relieved.

Later that morning I was told we were going out. I was to prepare a picnic for two and get the car ready. I was very relieved when my wife told me I did not have to wear a uniform. I could put on a track suit and trainers, the only male clothes I had left.
As my master and mistress sat in the back of the car I drove as instructed to a nearby forest. In the past my wife and I had enjoyed many walks and picnics there and had found a few remote area where nobody else seemed to go. It was a very beatiful place with a small river running through. It felt good to get some fresh air after so llong being mainly confined to indoors, apart from trips to the shops. However, I was feeling a little betrayed that my wife would take her lover to a place that we had always regarded as so special to us. She was twisting the knife again I knew. Pushing the limits of my humiliation. It was hugely erotic and, once more, I was staggered by her ability to push me far beyond what I would have believed I could desire or even cope with.
After driving up a deserted track we stopped beside the river and all got out. Michael retrieved a length of thin rope from the boot of the car and tossed it to me. I then had to follow at a respectful distance as they strolled like lovers through the trees, holding hands, chatting, laughing at little private jokes and stopping occassionally to kiss.
Eventually we stopped in a small clearing where I was told to undress. I looked around nervously hoping there were no hikers around. It was unlikely but I was still very warey. My wife told me to back up against a tree and stand still while Michael used the rope to tie my hands behind me. He then went on to wrap the rope around and around pulling me solidly against the unyielding trunk. When I was fully imobile he came back around in front of me and, taking my gorgeous wife in his arms, began kissing her deeply.
My cock was trying desperately to expand inside its steel prison and the constant ache in my overfull balls had become a sharp pain by the time they paused and looked at me. He whispered to her and they both laughed. Then she produced a key from a pocket of her summer dress. Smiling sweetly she unlocked the steel cover plate and then, with some difficulty, removed the tube from my grateful cock.
The feeling was beyond description and I closed my eyes in extacy as I felt my poor deprived cock take advantage of such long denied freedom. I could hear my wife and her lover laughing at me but I cared not at all ! I could feel the gentle breeze against the sensitive skin of my cock. It felt like the softest velvet. I was in such rapture that I was afraid to open my eyes. I thought if I saw my darling wife in her cute summer dress and sexy platform sandals I might have an accident. I knew that to do so without permission would lead to a great deal of pain for me but, more important still, I wanted to savour this feeling. I was so close to the edge, so close !
A sharp slap across my face brought me back, at least partly, to reality. Michael gave me another slap before informing me, 'We are going for a walk now slave, to find a nice spot to make love. We were going to do it right here in front of you but, by the look of you, I think that might be more than you could cope with. So, we'll see you later. Don't go wandering off now will you'. They both laughed and walked away into the trees hand in hand.
After what seemed an age I heard noises behind me. I was panicking by the time they came around in front and I could see it was my wife and her young lover. He was grinning in a superior manner and she had a dreamy just fucked look in her eyes. Her lipstick was smudged and her hair ruffled. I guessed they must have managed to find a suitable place. My heart ached with jealousy. I would have given anything to have been him. To be free to make love to her. This was crazy ! She was my wife but I could not touch her. He could have her any time he liked. I hated him for that. I envied him too. Shit I envied him !
Being careful not to look either of them in the face I was puzzled when I noticed what I thought at first was a bunch of flowers in Michael's hand. I wondered why he had a glove on the hand he was holding them in. Then I realised ! They were not flowers. They were stinging nettles !
As they both walked right up to me I kept my eyes down. I was shivering in fear at what might be coming next. 'Hello slave,' he greeted me. 'Are you enjoying your day in the forest ?'
'Yes sir,' I answered, staring at those lush green leaves with their serated edges.
'We brought you a present,' my wife said happily. 'I know how you like to prove how much you love me so I thought these would give you an ideal opportunity. You do want to show me how much you love me don't you slave ?'
What could I say ? Either way I was fucked ! 'Yes maam'.
'That's a good slave. It will make a nice change from the cane or your masters belt won't it ? And it's such a warm day. You can't expect him to waste his energy giving you a hiding. Not when he needs that energy for more important things,' she laughed and kissed him.
'Now not too much noise slave. We don't want an audience do we ? Now what do you say to Michael ?'
'Thank you sir, ' I mumbled between trembling lips.
The first sting was such a shock I screamed. As he ran the nettles up one leg from shin to thigh I cried out again, straining futilely against my bonds.
'Ssh !' my wife scolded. ' Don't be such a softy !'
I couldn't help it ! As the nettles brushed up my other leg I screamed again. Then, as Michael stood there smiling cruelly, I gasped for air and begged them to stop.
'Oh come on sissy,' my wife cooed. 'You don't really want us to stop. If you did then that wouldn't be doing its little dance would it ?' she asked, looking down at my cock. She was right. I had never been so hard ! What the fuck ?
'I think you'd better keep him quiet for the next bit sweetheart, ' Michael advised my wife. She stepped behind my tree and brought her hands around to cover my mouth. As I contemplated what I knew was coming next I gabbled madly into her hands, begging for mercy.
'Give him a minute,' Michael suggested. 'Lets hear what he has to say before I sting the little sissy unconscious !'
As my wife removed her hands I tried desperately to calm my thoughts, to think of some means of persuading them. I was scared shitless ! So why was I still so hard ! I cursed my treacherous libido as I launched into a salvo of pleading entreaties. I promised obedience, love, worship, anything ! I congratulated, praised, swore allegence and obedience !
'Ok that's enough.' My wife's dainty hands closed once more over my mouth and I had a fleeting second to relish their smooth touch before the pain hit. It was exquizit ! So painful it was pleasurable ! So intensely pleasurable it was unbearably painful ! If the ropes had not held me up I would have dropped to the ground. As it was I could do nothing but absorb it .
I must have feinted because I opened my eyes to see my wife being roughly shagged from behind by her young lover. She was laid over a fallen tree dress thrown up over her head as he ravished her. Their grunts and groans, cries and sqeals must have been almost a match for my earlier ones as they reached their sexual peak almost simultaniously.
It took a while for them to recover. Eventually I was released from the tree. Still naked, my hands were tied behind my back then a rope lead placed around my neck. My wife and her lover walked back to the car pulling me along behind, aching and naked, staring in horror at my swollen red groin.

When we got back to the car I was told to lay out a blanket on the river bank and serve the picnic. I was starving after my ordeal but, as usual, they ignored my needs as they sat together sipping wine and enjoying the food.
My groin and legs were driving me insane and I was incredibly relieved when they got tired of my moaning and scratching and sent me into the river. I was ordered to turn and face them and sit down in the freezing water. Oh the relief ! As I sat there shivering from the cold they began kissing and fondling each other again. The irony was not lost on me. Here was the erotic spectacle of my wife making love to another man, just a few feet in front of me and I was free of the chastity cage. My cock should have been raging hard but the ice cold water made that impossible.
As I gazed in abject longing at the soles of my darling wife's feet bobbing up and down, digging into his thighs to urge him on I heard her shout to me, 'You hands are free slave. You have my permission to play with your little cock. You can even cum if you want to. But you better not stand up !'
Once again she was showing me there were no limits. She was enjoying herself so much and had no intention of giving me the tiniest break. I existed for her pleasure and convenience. What that cost me either physically or emotionally was of no consequence. My choices were gone. This was my life. If I wanted her then this was the price. As she squeeled her lover's name I lifted my hand from the water and blew her a kiss. She was the best. I could not have found any other woman who could have come close to her. We were meant for each other. I loved her. That's all.
After they finished I was called from the water and told to lie in the wet patch on their blanket while she refitted my cage. I wondered how I would cope when my shrivelled penis warmed up and returned to its normal size. Where in the strict confines of the metal tube would it find space to swell as the pain of the stings came back? How long would it be before the swelling went down and the pain stopped ?
I had plenty of time to ponder these things as I was sent back into the woods to retrieve my clothes from the clearing. When I returned they were gone. With a sigh of resignation and a grimace of pain as feeling returned to my abused organ, I set out for the ten mile walk home.

Wow! I think you came into your own on this one! Just keeps getting better, thank you..


Fantastic, no pun intended!

Well Blue, That was a trip and a half!... Thank you so much... I have just married a Russian woman, and she has agreed to be my Mistress Wife, so many of the things you have described have been part of my fantasies, I have to say many of them were way over the mark too! but I am due to go to Russia in 9 weeks time and she is going to take me to her mothers country home, way out in the wilderness, she has told me that they have a small building an acre from the main building, which is used as a sauna, she says it is very much a dungeon style building, sparse and basic. It is here that she intends to have a 'ceremony of Devotion' a second wedding, only this one will confirm her ownership of me. She intends to spank me mercilessly until tears flow and i beg her to stop, and then some! She has also explained that they have lots of natural birch in the forrest and she will show me how to make a real birch flogger, then use it on me! She assures me that they also have plenty of stinging nettles and I should expect to travel back to England with a very sore cock and balls.
I absolutely love and adore my new wife, we only married here last month, and she will not move here until October. But she knows that in order to control me from afar, she needs to prove she is capable of being the absolute essence of a bitch towards me in real time.
I have wanted this for years, I have always shied away from it with previous women, and I thank god she came into my life. I genuinely believe our marriage will be enhanced by having her dominate and own me 100% The striking resemblences with your story are amazing, I think an intelligent Mistress with a creative mind is the most wonderful person you could ever ever want. In so many ways I hope she does not take me as far as your Mistress Wife has taken you, we have discussed her having sex with other men and it excites us both, for me especially if he was black and had a big cock, which they mostly do I hear. But im not into creampie and any gay stuff or even sissyfication, and that along with the extreme brutality of your Mistress is what frightens me as I/we begin our journey down this path...pushing the limits, especially with a creative and intelligent Mistress can I guess be a leap of faith, as is giving yourself so completely to another to the extent of ownership... how can I give myself to her, ask her to by my Mistress Wife, Own me, and then expect to have any say in how far she goes. Of course the gift of my submission is one thing, and clearly no one dominates without being given that right in our world, at least not in the beginning. I wonder if one day she will not want to or indeed be able to go back to how we were/are at present. I want this, I know I do, infact I think I need it... I have never been severly punished before and I dont know if I will be able to submit to the severity of the pain I fear she will inflict on me physically, mentally, humiliation wise and mind games these drive me wild and I can cope with them at any extreme, but im not a real pain freak, but would like to learn to tolerate more... can you help at all Blue, can you explain what it feels like to be caned and paddled, at what point does the pain become pleasureable, how much would you say you needed 'warming up' before you could take harder spankings etc I am aware of codewords, but if she is to own me, and this is to be our lifestyle, surely I cant restrict her right to abuse me? ... I am apprehensive but incredibly excited I know that she is too, and is looking forward to putting into practice all the things she has threatened and promised.
Listen Blue, im also from NW England, Your story is extreme, but extremely well written too. I actually believe at least 80% of what you write has happened. If my Mistress Wife and I get anywhere near half way
to that I think I will be in seventh heaven!... Once again, I bow to you blue 179... Thank you... i will print your entire story off and take it to Moscow with me, you can be sure your Mistress Wife will inspire Mine, I just hope she doesnt think I am ready to start where you left off!!!! lol!
Regards, Lenascuck
wk

Well Blue, That was a trip and a half!... Thank you so much... I have just married a Russian woman, and she has agreed to be my Mistress Wife, so many of the things you have described have been part of my fantasies, I have to say many of them were way over the mark too! but I am due to go to Russia in 9 weeks time and she is going to take me to her mothers country home, way out in the wilderness, she has told me that they have a small building an acre from the main building, which is used as a sauna, she says it is very much a dungeon style building, sparse and basic. It is here that she intends to have a 'ceremony of Devotion' a second wedding, only this one will confirm her ownership of me. She intends to spank me mercilessly until tears flow and i beg her to stop, and then some! She has also explained that they have lots of natural birch in the forrest and she will show me how to make a real birch flogger, then use it on me! She assures me that they also have plenty of stinging nettles and I should expect to travel back to England with a very sore cock and balls.
I absolutely love and adore my new wife, we only married here last month, and she will not move here until October. But she knows that in order to control me from afar, she needs to prove she is capable of being the absolute essence of a bitch towards me in real time.
I have wanted this for years, I have always shied away from it with previous women, and I thank god she came into my life. I genuinely believe our marriage will be enhanced by having her dominate and own me 100% The striking resemblences with your story are amazing, I think an intelligent Mistress with a creative mind is the most wonderful person you could ever ever want. In so many ways I hope she does not take me as far as your Mistress Wife has taken you, we have discussed her having sex with other men and it excites us both, for me especially if he was black and had a big cock, which they mostly do I hear. But im not into creampie and any gay stuff or even sissyfication, and that along with the extreme brutality of your Mistress is what frightens me as I/we begin our journey down this path...pushing the limits, especially with a creative and intelligent Mistress can I guess be a leap of faith, as is giving yourself so completely to another to the extent of ownership... how can I give myself to her, ask her to by my Mistress Wife, Own me, and then expect to have any say in how far she goes. Of course the gift of my submission is one thing, and clearly no one dominates without being given that right in our world, at least not in the beginning. I wonder if one day she will not want to or indeed be able to go back to how we were/are at present. I want this, I know I do, infact I think I need it... I have never been severly punished before and I dont know if I will be able to submit to the severity of the pain I fear she will inflict on me physically, mentally, humiliation wise and mind games these drive me wild and I can cope with them at any extreme, but im not a real pain freak, but would like to learn to tolerate more... can you help at all Blue, can you explain what it feels like to be caned and paddled, at what point does the pain become pleasureable, how much would you say you needed 'warming up' before you could take harder spankings etc I am aware of codewords, but if she is to own me, and this is to be our lifestyle, surely I cant restrict her right to abuse me? ... I am apprehensive but incredibly excited I know that she is too, and is looking forward to putting into practice all the things she has threatened and promised.
Listen Blue, im also from NW England, Your story is extreme, but extremely well written too. I actually believe at least 80% of what you write has happened. If my Mistress Wife and I get anywhere near half way
to that I think I will be in seventh heaven!... Once again, I bow to you blue 179... Thank you... i will print your entire story off and take it to Moscow with me, you can be sure your Mistress Wife will inspire Mine, I just hope she doesnt think I am ready to start where you left off!!!! lol!
Regards, Lenascuck
wk

Lenascuck, thank you for taking the trouble to write. You are a lucky man to be just starting out on your journey of submission. What can I say to help you ?
Don't rush things. I was married to my wife for years before we even began to experiment with domination games. Our advantage was that we had lots of time to grow to trust each other. Your situation seems a little different. Perhaps you should agree to start with safe words and then build from there. Believe me, the fantasy of a severe beating is one thing, the reality is another. While it is happening I would do anything to stop it, I hate it. But either side of the actual beating it is incredibly erotic. Putting yourself entirely at the mercy of someone else, knowing that your only reward will be the enjoyment you see on their face as they put you through hell ! Now that takes a special kind of love and devotion !
Above all, keep talking. Take time outs to discuss each others feelings. Try to remember, it may be your fantasy but she has to get something out of it too. If she really loves you it will take time for you to convince her that you really want this. Be patient. Good luck. Please let me know how you get on.

Back to the story. When I eventually arrived at my doorstep I saw an envelope with my name on it pinned to the front door. Inside was a note and the key to my cage. Any anger and frustration I was feeling vanished in an instant. I had the key, I had the fucking key !
My hands trembled as I read the note. 'Welcome home cucky boy. The garage door is open, you can sleep in there tonight so you don't disturb your master and I. Before you go to sleep I want you to use the vise and a hacksaw to cut up the key. Don't worry it's the spare one. There is still the one I sealed in the jar, in the unlikely event it's ever needed. Ha Ha ! When you have cut up the key put the pieces in the envelope and post it through the letterbox. Do it now before you are tempted to use it to unlock yourself. I know it must be tempting ! I'm trusting you to obey me and put my wishes before your own selfish needs. Don't let me down slave. Signed Your Wonderful Mistress.'
My heart sank, my stomache heaved. When would I ever learn ?
Inside the garage my head span with indecision. I could do it ! I could open the lock. In my frustrated state it would probably only take a few seconds for me to cum. Think of the relief ! Oh the blessed relief !
What if she was waiting though ? She could have heard me go into the garage. What if I took too long ? She would know I'd betrayed her. How would I face her, look her in the eye ? Not that even that was permitted now ! But I would be letting her down. Even if she didn't find out, I would know. I would know. It would cheapen things. After all the work we'd both put in. After all I'd been through. It couldn't end like that. I wanted my orgasm to be with her knowledge, with her permission. At her order even.
Before I could think any more I quickly cut the key into three pieces, dropped them into the envelope and pushed it through the letterbox. As I heard it hit the floor I wondered if I'd done the right thing.

It was about a week before my wife's birthday. In the past I had always made a big thing of her birthdays, buying her presents and taking her away for romantic weekends. This time was obviously going to be different. Taking her away was not an option and buying her a present would be difficult now that I had no access to money. I thought of asking her for some but that seemed like a stupid idea, asking someone for money to buy them a present! Then I thought of asking Michael her lover. The money would probably still be coming from my wife as she seemed to be financing everything else for him, but maybe he would keep it quiet so that I could surprise her. Somehow it was very important to do this thing, to hold on to a tiny piece of normality. To do something for her as a man, as her husband instead of as her slave. Hopefully, when I presented her with her gift it would break through the barrier she had erected between us. Even if it was just for a few minutes, it would reassure me that she was still mine, that this was still a game, that it would end soon and we could be together again. If I had that reassurance then I thought I could relax and enjoy the rest of our adventure.
It was deeply embarrassing asking my wife's young lover for money. He laughed when I told him what it was for. I was pleasantly surprised though when he asked me how much I needed and said he would think about it.
Five days later he presnted me with the money. I had to thank him on my knees, kissing his boots. My wife walked in and laughinly asked what was going on. He told her he was just allowing their slave the honour of demonstrating his devotion before he took me into the garage and flogged me for buring his toast that morning. I hadn't burnt any toast but he flogged me anyway, telling me that we had to make it look good or she would be onto us.
My tracksuit rubbed painfully against my burning cheeks that afternoon as I walked into town to do the regulat grocery shop. I rushed round quickly to allow time to buy her presnts before Michael picked me up. I'd bought her a stunning pair of platforn shoes, a bunch of roses and some perfume. When we arrived home I was once more touched by Michael's offer to allow me to leave the presents in his car until the next day so that my wife would not see them. I thanked him for his kindness as he once more secured my wrists to a beam in the garage before whipping my already bruised rear with his belt for keeping him waiting in the car for two whole minutes.
The next morning I was called into my wife's bedroom. As I knocked and entered she was prancing sexily up and down wearing just a cute little silk baby doll nighty and......the shoes! I was frozen half way through curtsying when I saw them. A glance at Michael as he lay naked and grinning on my wife's bed, propped against some pillows answered my obvious question.
'Look at my new shoes slave,' my wife ordered. ' Aren't they beautifull ? Michael bought them for me. And he got me my favourite perfume too, and these lovely flowers. He's so thoughtful isn't he ? And so clever. He knows my taste so well.'
'Yea, of course he fucking does !' I seethed, not daring to look at him for fear I might strangle him !
'Take these and put them in water slave,' she instructed. 'Then make us a nice breakfast. Your master is taking me out for the day aren't you honey?'

As they prepared to go out the door my darling wife dropped another bombshell. 'We are having a little party tonight slave. It's so nice outside lets make it a garden party. Make sure the house is spotless for my guests and prepare plenty of food. Sort out the drink and have everything ready for six. Chow for now sissy !'
I laboured hard all day, dreading the party itself. Who was coming? How was she going to play this. I really did not want to go public with our relationship.
Although I felt deeply hurt to be excluded from my wife's birthday party, it was also kind of a relief when, after checking my preparations, she told me to go to the garage and go to bed.
Of course I couldn't possibly sleep? Who was coming ? Would they ask about me ? How was she going to behave with Michael in front of everyone?
As I watched from the darkened garage window the guests began to arrive. I had a good view of the patio and could hear the music and voices of the guests. There were not as many as I'd feared. A couple of guys Michael's age, obviously friends of his, Mistrss Julie with a guy I guessed was her boyfriend, another couple about Michael's age, the woman having a definite family resmblance to Michael, his sister maybe? Then, just as I was beginning to relax, our neighbour arrived.
We only have one neighbour, a guy in his sixties who lives alone. Aparantly he was a retired headmaster. Quiet tall, balding with a bit of a paunch. He'd always been pleasant enough, but nothing beyond saying good morning and mentioning the weather, that sort of thing. Now why was he here ? Why now ?
Watching them all enjoy themselves, hearing the laughter as they joked, watching my wife and her young lover behave like a real couple was deeply hurtful but incredibly erotic. The best bit was when they sneaked away from the others and came to stand right outside the garage window. She must have known I'd be looking as she engaged her boyfriend in a deep kiss, running her fingers through his hair before sticking two off them up at me. She was showing me she wanted him not me. Like I didn't already know that !
I pressed my hands against the glass then my lips, desperate in my longing for her ! My imprisoned cock twitched and pulsed as I bore witness to her betrayal.
Finally, they stopped to come up for air. Laughing they waved at me and, hand in hand went back to the party.

As the party drew to a close and the guests began to leave I went to my cot under the workbench and lay down to sleep. I could not keep my mind off the sight of her with him. Standing there in the moonlight, on her birthday, wearing the shoes I so carefully picked for her, kissing him, showing him her love, her affection, sharing her birthday with him. My heart ached, my stomache churned, but my cock was ready to explode ! I couldn't help dry humping my sleeping bag in vain attempt to gain some relief. I felt like I was going to explode with pent up sexual tention. She had done this to me. My beloved wife. When was she going to take pity on me ? Let me come. End this game. I couldn't take it any longer !

I was startled out of my fever as the side door to the kitchen opened and the garage light came on. I stared through passion filled eyes at my beautiful darling wife as she stood looking over at me. The sound of her new shoes clicking across the concrete garage floor sent ripples of pleasure through me.
'Did you enjoy watching my party slave ?' I could tell from her voice that she was a little drunk.
'It was so sexy being the hostess with my young stud as host. He is really something you know. It's amazing how much he's matured. When I think of the shy fumbling teenager he was when I first met him, I can't believe he's the same person. He's so confident, so strong, so handsome ! I am so luck to have him. I can't tell you how proud I feel to have him as my man'.
I was wrong. I could take more. I could get more desperate. I could be more frustrated. I was powerless to stop my thrusting hips betraying me as I stared in longing at her gorgeous little painted toes peeping through the ends of her new shoes. I was mesmerised !
'Cucky, cucky ! You're not listening to me. I said I brought you a reward for being so good. For helping me to understand what I want, what I need. I know you have not had it easy, so......here you are'.
Crash ! The sound of breaking glass ! I jumped in surprise. I almost broke the rules and looked at her face. Then I saw it. In the middle of the broken glass pieces at her feet......a key. Not just any key, my key. The key to my chastity cage. She had dropped the little glass jar that held it prisoner. Was it an accident ? No, she was walking away !
As she reached the doorway she kicked off her shoes. 'Enjoy yourself slave. Be careful not to cut yourself'. She was gone, the door closed behind her.
For several minutes I could not move. I stared at the key, then at her shoes, then back to the key. What was the catch ?
Finally I forced myself to move. Carefully I swept up the broken glass and examined the key. It looked like the right one. I tried to get it into the lock of the groin shield but my hands were shaking too much. Taking a deep breath I tried again. It wouldn't turn ! It wouldn't fucking ........click! It opened. Grabbing the steel tube that had held my manhood prisoner for so long I slipped in the key and wrenched it off, nearly castrating myself in the process !
Oh shit ! That felt good. As I stood to retrieve my darlings sexy shoes I felt light headed. The blood was rushing to my long denied cock. I had never been this hard, never !
Picking up her shoes I carried them reverantly back to my humble cot where I knelt to kiss them. I could still feel the warmth of her feet as I held them to my face, eagerly licking them inside and out. I could smell her, taste her ! Fuck ! Fuck ! Fuck ! I loved her ! I loved her !
As I held one shoe to my face with my left hand I dropped the other to my groin and stuffed my grossly swollen member inside it with my right. I cannot describe the feeling of utter contentment that washed over me ! I was in her shoes. Licking them, smelling them, fucking them ! Showing my love, my devotion, my wife, my darling beautiful mistress !
Wild horses would not have stopped me cumming right then. But he did. Michael. He opened the door and stood laughing at me. I suppose I did make a pretty pathetic spectacle. Kneeling there wanking my cock inside my wife's shoe, licking desperately at the other one. I should have carried on. What did I have to loose ? Unfortunately I still had some small capacity for embarrassment left. My cock immediately went soft. I shut my eyes, trying the blank him out, trying to get back that feeling. I heard the door close and opened my eyes. He was gone. I redoubled my efforts. It was no good. It was gone. The moment was lost. Instead of lust I just felt sadness. If I came now it would be over. I would not feel the same about our game. I could not possibly go on. After such an epic beginning the whole thing would be an anti climax. I wanted to cum for her, with her permission but in front of her. I wanted her to see how much I loved her. Like this, how would she know. It was just too seedy. It was disgusting. How had I even considered it ?
Dropping the shoes to my bed I stood and retrieved my cock tube and shield. I knew what I had to do. Now, quickly before I changed my mind. I secured my devastated penis inside its tube and locked on the shield. Going quietly into the kitchen I found another glass jar and placed the key inside, superglueing the lid in place. Finally I cleaned my mistress's shoes. First with my tongue and then a cloth. Creeping upstairs I placed the shoes and the jar on the floor outside her bedroom door. Careful in the darkness I found my way back to the garage and went quickly to sleep dreaming of my wife's reaction to my heartfelt act of devotion. Now she would see. She would know beyond all doubt that I loved her. Then I would have my reward. A fitting reward. A monumental reward to top off a monumental adventure.

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Next morning my wife came into the garage where I was loading the washing machine. I had my mouth stuffed with two pairs of her stockings which I was carefully sucking clean before I washed them by hand in a plastic basin of warm scented water. She stood smiling as she asked me how I'd enjoyed her gift. I had to remove the dirty stockings to explain what I'd done. I wanted to tell her why but I didn't get the chance. She sprang at me red faced calling me an ungrateful piece of shit as she slapped my face repeatedly with one hand and then the other. She was hitting me so hard I would have raised my hands to protect myself if they had not been manacled to my bondage belt. Maybe that was a good thing as it would only have angered her even more if I'd dared to interfere with her harsh treatment of me. As it was I rocked backwards on my high heeled uniform boots. As per Master Michael's rules my ankles were also manacled, forcing my to move around with tiny dainty steps. That meant that I could not step one foot back to regain my balance so instead I fell backwards. Her anger unabated, my gorgeous wife ran forward to start lauching kicks at me. I yelped and pleaded for her to stop but she was like a woman possessed.
'You ungrateful bastard !' she screamed. 'To think I actually felt sorry for you ! Well I won't be making that mistake again !'
She was so angry she was crying when her lover came to see what all the noise was about. She ran and burried her face in his chest as he took her in his arms. His look at me turned my blood to ice. I'd upset his woman, now I'd pay the price.
'We'll sort this out later slave,' he said coldly. Then drawing my weeping wife into the house he cast a last look over his shoulder. 'Get on with your housework then report to me when you're finished'.

An hour later I couldn't stop shaking as I knelt in front of my wife and her lover. I listened staring at her gorgeous feet in their sexy platform sandals as she told me how dissappointed I had made her. Who did I think I was refusing her permission to cum on the one occassion it was granted ? Did I not want to cum ? Had I lost interest ? Well she would just have to step things up a gear to regain my attention then !
I was given no oportunity to speak or explain the reasons for my behaviour. How difficult the decision had been, how I'd done it to prove my love and devotion. I just knelt there hoping for an oportunity that did not come. Eventually she turned to her young lover , 'Darling this pig has really upset me. I'd like you to deal with it. After all, he's also shown a total lack of respect for you too hasn't he ?'
'Right you,' he said, standing up,' Garage now! I'm gonna show you what happens to sissy faggots when they upset my woman'.
Still shaking, I stood and turned to shuffle out.
'Darling,' I heard my wife call as he followed me. ' He really has upset me - a lot. Hurt him for me. Hurt him properly my darling. I'll be waiting for you in bed. Take your time'.

After that day my wife was definitely colder toward me. The only time she spoke to me was to instruct me on my housework or complain that I hadn't done it properly.
One morning she told me she had a job for me. She said I needed to work harder for my keep. She said that she wanted me to go next door to help Mr Hudson with his housekeeping. I was staggered. He was the ex-headmaster I'd seen at the party. My horror must have been aparant as my wife consoled me, 'Don't worry he knows all about our arrangement, well, some of it anyway. You can put your tracksuit over your uniform and where a pair of trainers. He's expecting you so off you go'.
The memory of how upset she'd been with me about refusing her ofer to let me cum was too fresh in my mind for me to risk her wrath again. Nervously I crossed the drive and knocked on his door. Smilling he let me in and I stood feeling like a complete idiot as he showed me into the kitchen and informed me of how he wanted the housework done. The house was already very clean and tidy and I wondered why he had asked my wife for my services. Or had she suggested it I wondered.
I tried not to think too much as I went about the work. There were a lot of ornaments to dust and I was very careful not to break any. Imagine my surprise then when I took him a cp of tea in the lounge and reported that I was finished.
'No you're not,' he answered. ' Not until we discuss your clumsiness'.
'What ?' I wondered.
He reached to the side of his arm chair and produced a china horse minus its head !
'I didn't......' I stammered.
'Lies will only make things worse boy,' He warned me. 'It's fortunate that I have some experience of punishing clumsy boys. Now over to my desk and bend over'.
I looked over at the large antique oak desk then back at him. I couldn't believe this !
'Quickly boy,'he roared. 'Or would you rather I speak to your wife?'
'No please, I'm in enough trouble already. You don't understand...'
'I understand more than you think boy. Now drop those trousers and lean on my desk'.
Opening a drawer he took out a huge plimsole and stood tapping its sole against his thigh waiting for me to do as he said. I had no choice. I bent over the desk.
'Trousers boy, I won't tell you again'.
Bright red with shame and embarrassment I pulled my tracksuit bottoms to my ankles revealing the bottom of my maids outfit and black sockings. I trembled and shut my eyes tight as I heard him take up position behind me. CRACK ! CRACK ! 'Get your head down boy !' CRACK ! CRACK ! 'I can see I'm going to have quite a job with you boy. You've been spoiled. Taking advantage of the good nature of that beautiful wife of yours I think. Well, not any more. I'll soon have you licked into shape'. CRACK !
Eventually I heard the slipper being dropped back into the drawer and the drawer slam shut. I rose up, hands going automatically to my tortured rear.
'I'd forgotten how much I enjoyed that,' he smiled. 'You can come back twice a week, Tuesday and Friday, nine o'clock sharp. And don't bother with the tracksuit next time. Oh and I understand you normally wear wrist and leg fetters. Put them on too. No reason that your Master's rules can't apply here too. In fact I think it's essential. You can go now. Tell that gorgeous wife of yours, or should I say your Mistress, that I'm prepared to take you under my wing, teach you the proper way for a servant to behave. Now off you go'.
I complained bitterly to my wife when she saw my red backside and asked how I'd enjoyed my afternoon at the neighbours. She just laughed and informed me that I had no say in the matter. As her property I should accept whatever she chose to do to me or with me and the matter was closed.
She had me write a letter thanking Mr Hudson for his time and expertise and promising him my best efforts. I had to show it to her lover then take it and post it through Mr Hudson's letter box.

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Mr Hudson proved a devoted teacher with a fanatical love of corporal punishment. No matter what I did or how well I did it there would always be the lecture on my poor behaviour, the stories of his past carreer as woodwork and metalwork teacher in a grama school for boys and then finally, the inevitable slippering.
One day he told me he had a surprise for me and had me follow him into his garage. Once there he proudly showed me his most recent projects. One was a large wooden x-shaped cross with thick leather straps atatched. Its purpose was obvious as he secured me to it face forward. Expecting the slipper to apear any time soon I steeled myself and tried to relax. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt the searing sting of a bamboo cane bite into the tops of my thighs. I was told to shut up and given a lump of leather to bite down on. My punishment was to be twelve of the best. Any noise from me would result in the offending strike being repeated. Twice I failed to hold in my scream, so fourteen was the eventual result. I was left shaking and sweating as Mr Hudson fixed himself a stiff drink. His reward for a job well done, as he put it.
His second project was a steel barred cage which was bolted to the floor. When he told me to get into it I thought he must have miscalculated, it was tiny. He insisted though and eventually I managed to force myself inside. The door was slammed shut and padlocked.
'I hope your comfortable boy. I'm going to be doing some entertaining so you can expect to be in there for some time. Here is some paper and a pencil, I want you to write out in your best handwriting, one thousand times - I am very sorry for not coming up to the high standards that Mr Hudson demands of me and promise to try much harder in future'.
I had to reach my hands through the bars and rest the paper on the concrete garage floor. I had filled just over a page when I heard the door bell. Shortly after Mr Hudson walked into the garage with my wife.
'Yes Tom,' she said to him, smiling at my predicament, 'Here will be perfect'.
He was carrying a large quilt which he laid on the floor. My wife knelt on it to take a close look at what I was writing. She laughed and told Mr Hudson he was a hard taskmaster. Then, to my astonishment, she stood and stripped off her clothes. Draping her jeans and blouse over my cage she stood there hands on hips, watching Mr Hudson do the same.
'No way !' I thought. 'No way was she going to do anything with him. He was a fat old man ! It was disgusting !'
She lay down on the soft quilt and waggled her finger for him to join her. 'Come and get it big boy !' She laughed.
He didn't need telling twice ! In a shot he was beside her. His hairy overweight body made a startling contrast to her smooth slim curves. I watched spellbound as he kissed her, his shaggy beard covering the bottom half of her face. Soon she turned over and laid face down. 'Its all yours Headmaster.' She told him.
He had to get up to retrieve a bottle of baby lotion from the pocket of his discarded trousers. His erection bobbed from the mass of tightly curled pubic hair below his distended belly. I wondered perversely how he was going to get close enogh to penetrate her with that huge belly in the way.
The answer came as my darling conservative wife raised herself into doggy position and presented her rear to this old pervert. I watched in horror and jealousy as he lubricated her tight little ass hole with lotion before doing the same to his straining knobbly cock. Then, positioning himself behind her he guided his old cock into my beautiful wife's most secret place. She groaned in obvious pleasure as he penetrated her and I watched her toes curl inside her cute fluffy sports socks, the only item of clothing she wore.
His rhythm was slow and tentative to begin but soon increased in both tempo and strength. Her moans joined with his to fill the room. Tears filled my eyes as my desperate cock filled its tubular prison. The woman I loved, my soulmate, my darling, taken roughly like some beast in a field. I should have hated her for doing this but I didn't. I felt sorry for her. In her quest to tease and deny me, to torture me with her sluttish behaviour, to convince me she could and would give herself to any and all men she chose except me, she was even prepared to do it with him, a fat old man. I loved her even more for sacrificing herself for me, for the sake of our game.
Dropping my tightly clasped pencil I reached out my hand and found that I could just reach her foot. Her beautiful white socked foot. I needed to touch her, to let her know I knew what she was doing, that she was doing it for me.
I was heartbroken when she immediately kicked my hand away,' Get off me you fucking wimp !' She cried. 'How dare you touch me ?'
On hearing her, Mr Hudson stopped his thrusting and turned to me, a look of shear anger on his face, 'Young man, I suggest you mind your manners. When your betters are enjoying themselves you stay out of the way until you are needed. Drawing my attention to you is not a good idea, as you should know by now. Now get on with those lines. I will be checking them just as soon as I'm finished savouring the delights of your Mistress's beautiful little behind'.
The rutting continued as I tried to blot it from my awareness and concentrate on my writting. It was impossible. He was like a huge wild boar raping a young virgin. A virgin who yelled and screamed encouragement. I was glad when they eventually collapsed in a heaving sweating mound. I hoped he hadn't crushed her under him, all I could see was her long silky legs sticking out. I was relieved when he rolled off her and she got up to get dressed. He lay watching her till she was ready then got up to show her out.
Now that the show had ended my attention could turn to my unbearably uncomfortable positon. Muscle screamed for relief, one leg had gone to sleep, even breathing was difficult. I was glad it was over. Getting out of that tiny cage would be such a relief!
I was surprised when my wife ran back into the garage. Taking the pencil and paper from me she wrote on the page.
'I'm changing the wording a little slave,' she explained, 'You will copy this now however many times you need to in order to reach your total'.
'Yes maam,' I answered as she placed the paper back in front of me.
'The Headmaster and I are going to have a nice cup of tea while I rest my sore ass. So you should have plenty of time to finish. While you are writing think about your cute little wife taking big old hairy headmasters cocks'.
As she skipped out I looked down at what she had given me to copy. It read, 'I very much enjoyed watching Mr Hudson take my Mistress's ass and I hope he will do the same to me soon'.

I wrote the lines, all of them. When he collected them he just glanced at them and walked out, switching the light off behind him. I spent the most uncomfortable night of my life squashed inside that cage fretting over his reaction when he read what my wife had made me write. It was never mentioned. Not the next day when he released me or any of the times afterwards when I did his housework. The lectures went on as did the punishments. Sometimes he made use of the wooden cross and occassionaly the metal cage. If my wife let him have her again I never saw it. He always spoke highly of her and seemed to really get angry that I never proved myself worthy of her.
Otherwise, my life as a slave continued. Some days my Mistress ignored me completely. Other days she was like a woman possessed. Nothing I did was good enough. She screamed and yelled at me, called me names andslapped my face. For example, one Sunday I spent all day washing and ironing clothes, both hers and her lovers. They spent the morning in bed while I was up and busy at 6am. Once they were up they pestered me with demands for food and drinks as they lounged around watching movies. Despite their interuptions I had everything done and was carrying a huge pile of freshly ironed clothes upstairs to put them away. I didn't see her coming down the stairs and got in her way. Flying into a rage she threw the clothes all over the stairs and kicked them all over, stamping on them and calling me a useless faggot. I could only kneel submissively and watch, waiting for her to finish. Eventually she walked over to me and told me to do the lot again before spitting in my face.
Still, attention is attention. I was so starved of it that I preffered her anger and abuse to being ignored. So why did I put up with it ? There were times, rare ones its true, but times when she was just so sexy. She would give me looks as she paraded in front of me wearing the most sexy things. She would whisper comments about her lover and how good he was in bed. She would have me beg her for relief in front of him then laugh in my face before leading him off to her bedroom. The atmosphere on those occassions was just so thick with lust !
Even so, I was beginning to wonder, after all that time, just when she was going to bring this game to an end. Surely we had gone about as far as we could. What else was there ? I'd suffered every possible tease and torment. Surely it had to end soon ?

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THE REVELATION :-

She had trailed me around shops all day, making me watch as she tried on several sexy outfits. Then I had to sit in the car and wait while she visited the hairdressers. I wondered what the special occassion was.
Once we were home she dissappeared into her bedroom and I heard the bath running. It was two hours later when she walked into the lounge. I was polishing the coffee table, dressed as usual in my maids uniform, leg cuffs in place. I could not fit the wrist cuffs myself and had not dared to ask her to do them. It was obvious she had not wanted to be disturbed.
'Why are you improperly dressed slave,' she asked. 'You know the rules. Bring me your wrist cuffs immediately.'
She soon had them fitted and adjusted both them and my ankle cuffs till I had very little free movement left. How was I supposed to perform my duties to the exacting standards she demanded when I could only move around in tiny shuffling baby steps and could not raise my hands beyond chest level ? I knew better than to ask though.
'There now. I know they are very short but that's your punishment for not wearing them,' she stated. 'Of course I'll also have to inform your master about your dissobedence. I'm sure he will be dealing with you in his own way when we get out of bed tommorrow. Now come here.'
I shuffled after my wife as quickly as I could. Now that she had hr back to me I dared to raise my eyes to take in her full appearance. She was gorgeous! Her hair was immaculate in its new sexy style. The new dress clung to all the right curves. Her long legs were exquisitely shown off through the thin silk of her stockings. Her high heeled sandals made her taller than me until she sat gracefully on the leather couch. Not wanting to offend her by having my head higher than hers I immediately knelt, staring down humbly at her red painted toes visible through the darkened reinforced toe ends of her stockings. They were perfect and so feminine. She was perfect. Oh and the smell of her perfume !
'Snap out of it pervert,' she scolded. 'Michael will be here soon. We are going out to cellebrate. At least I hope we'll be cellebrating. That's why I had to make the extra effort. I need to bait the hook. I intend to land my catch tonight, once and for all'.
What was she talking about I wondered?
'If everything goes well tonight I will be telling Michael that I love him'.
Yea, I thought. So what? You've done that tease before.
'Understand me slave,' she went on, 'This is not a pretence to tease you. I have actually fallen in love with him. For real. I'm telling you because.....well, despite everything, you are still, technically, my husband. So, I guess you should know when your wife is in love wth another man'.
To say I was stunned would be an understatement! I had a cold feeling in the pit of my stomache. Every hair on my body was standing up. My heart was pounding fit to burst from my chest. She was joking she had to be!
'If I get the reaction from him that I'm hoping for, I'm going to ask him to move in too.It will save him having to travell to see me. We can spend much more time together. Don't look so shocked slave. You must have known this was coming. Its the natural next step for all of us. You know how much I love having him around. He makes me so happy. And I want to prove to him that you are really my full time slave. I think he wonders if I let you go back to being my husband when he's not around. I can't blame him really. Who would believe that any man would accept living the life you do, taking all that abuse, all that frustration, full time. But you do don't you sweety?'
She leaned forward as she spoke and slid her perfectly manicured hand up my stockinged leg. Meeting the impenetrable wall of my chastity shield she tapped it with her long nails.
'I bet it turns you on. I bet that useless little clitty of yours is bursting to get out right now. I bet the idea of me loving Michael and moving him in here to permanently take your place has you just about passing out with lust doesn't it?'
I couldn't argue with that. She knew me too well.
'Think how intence this is going to get for you now slave. Twenty four hours a day of teasing and frustration. Twice the work for you to do. Two demanding owners to abuse and punish you. No let up. No rest. Full time slavery. Full time teasing. Full time sexual hell on earth. You're going to love it aren't you?'
'Yes maam,' I answered, wondering how the hell I was going to cope with this.
'Oh, and one other thing before he gets here. I did mention to Michael once before about him moving in. He might have been joking but I don't think so....He said he would only move in if I had you castrated'.
WHAT !!!!!!!!
'I think it's a confidence thing. You know he's only young. I think it would help him realise that there is only going to be one man in the house and that's him. He needs to be sure that you could never challenge him for my affections. You can see why he might feel that way can't you?'
WHAT !!! NO I FUCKING COULDN'T ACTUALLY ! I just knelt there though - a stupid fucking look on my face !
'Don't worry,' she soothed, removing her hand from my leg and brushing a speck of fluff from her dress. 'I'm not going to cut it off with a rusty knife or anything'.
Well that was a fucking relief!
'No silly. That's too old fashioned. I can get the necessary medicines from the internet. Probably just a little pill for you take once a day. We could all watch your little thing shrivel up completely. Let's face it, it's not much use to anyone anyway, is it?'
Finally I found my tongue, 'But maam, I thought....'
'Sh now silly. Don't you dare spoil my mood and make me angry. I've been very pleased with your efforts lately. You are really starting to show signs of becoming a worthwhile slave. I'm proud of you. More proud than I was of you as a man or a husband that's for sure'.
OUCH !
'That's why chemical castration is such a good idea silly. I know how difficult it is for you seeing me with Michael, watching us loving each other, knowing how much incredible sex we are having while you get none at all. Well, think how much worse its going to be when he moves in. It will be just unbearable for you sweety. With the chemicals working your sex drive will reduce until it becomes non existant. You won't have to face every day longing for something you can't have. It's a ay out for you baby. The only way out. Of course you'll still love me and be jealous of Michael. You'll still be used and abused by us. But the desperate frustration will be gone, leaving just your desire to serve us, to please me. You understand don't you sweetheart'.
My eyes were streaming hot tears as she spoke. I felt her hand on my cheek as she smiled and brushed one away.
'Neither of us could have known where this would end baby. If we had would we still have done it? I don't know. I think I would. Probably you would too wouldn't you?'
I shrugged my shoulders. Not this. Not castration. What next? What else was this woman going to take from me?
'Cheer up silly. I won't be doing anything you don't want me to. In fact, if you decide.....no, scratch that. when you decide that you can't take the frustration a minute longer you can come to me and beg me to give you the tablets. Maybe I'll ignore you, let you suffer a little longer before I give in. Then, eventually I'll let you have one. Then, the next day and every day after, you can beg me to give you another tablet to take away your manhood. What's left of it that is.'
That gave me some small relief. No way was I ever going to ask her to chemically catrate me, no way! She obviously thought otherwise though.
'On that day, the day I start giving you those tablets.... I'm going to give you one more. My birth control pills. You can take them instead of me. They will make sure any last vestiges of mailness are done away with. Maybe you might even grow some little breasts to fill out your uniform.'
She was laughing. She was fucking laughing. What about pregnancy risk? Was she going to make Michael start using condoms again? Anyway, it didn't matter. I would never ask, never.
'I want to give Michael the ultimate gift. Once he knows I love him, that my love is real, that I never want you to touch me ever again, that I'm really his for ever, then I want to have his baby. I know he loves kids. If I don't give him one he might end up leaving me for someone who will. So I want to do it. I want to be the mother of his child. We'll make a beautiful chld I know we will'.
I was horrified. How could she seriously think about this? How could she even joke about it? As forgot the rules and loked up into her adorable green eyes she stared back at me.'
'It would be so final,so absolute wouldn't it slave. You would have no doubt then where you stood would you. And neither would my darling Michael.'
How pathetic I must have looked right then. Kneeling in front of my darling wife of over twenty years as she spoke of her devotion to another man whilst the tears poured down my face, my shoulders heaved as I sobbed quietly and my hips bucked uselessly at thin air in a pathetic vain attempt to gain some relief from my sexually frustrated hell. Maybe I should ask her for those pills. Maybe it was all I had left to me.
Even then in those appalling circumstances my love for her shone through. I was her devoted slave...always.....no matter what. I loved her more than I ever had. Quietly I mumbled my request. I begged her permission to kiss her gorgeous feet. To revel in my pathetic abject devotion. To give myself to her, body and soul.
'Don't be ridiculous,' she snapped. 'Do you think I spent all day making myself perfect just to let a useless excuse for a slave slaver all over me? Forget it.'
A car horn sounded outside and she stood to leave.
'Of course I will be mentioning to your master that you tried to have me break his rules. You tried to touch me and you looked me in the face. If I were you I wouldn't count on being able to sit down for a long time after he deals with you tomorrow.'
The horn sounded again. Who did he think he was expecting her to drop everything and rush out there to him? What was I thinking? She was his now. No doubt existed. I'd lost her.
As she walked to the door she told me to be a good boy and make sure her bed was turned down, soft lights on and champaign in an ice bucket beside her bed before I retired to my sleeping bag in the garage.
For a long while I stayed there, kneeling, staring at the place where she had sat to bloww me away with her revelations. Eventually I leaned forward and kissed the leather of the settee. I lay my face against it, feeling the warmth left behind by her cute little ass, the ass that used to be mine and mine alone. My tears wet the leather as my hips once more began their dance of frustrated love and my hands beat uselessly against my infernal chastity shield.

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THE WEDDING :-

He had only been living with us three weeks when she told me she wanted to marry him! She told me not to panic - who was panicing ? You hear that kind of thing every day right ? - she would not be divorsing me. She would keep her promise. She would never leave me and never divorse me, unless I asked her to. What she wanted was to be able to make a formal commitment, to demonstrate to her lover that she really was choosing him over me, that he could rest assured that he was her man now. Also she wanted to make it clear to me that this was not a game anymore. It had gone way past that. She would never betray me. Everything had to be with my consent. Her ultimate loyalty rested as always with me, her husband, but that did not mean she could not fall in love with another man, make me her slave and take him as her number one. It sounds strange, even wierd, but that was where we were. I loved her even more for treating me that way. I loved seeing her take full advantage of the freedom I had granted her. I loved her treating me like a slave, an amusement, a convenience. She was a goddess. To be her utterly devoted slave was all I needed and everything I had ever wanted. I needed to put her on a pedestal, to worship her. I could never be worthy of her. I could only wait patiently for those occassions when she saw fit to notice me and then bathe in the sweetness of her contempt. I loved her even more for insisting on my aproval and I took great pride in being able to grant it.
The wedding had to be done properly, or as properly as was possible. We needed someone to officiate, witnesses, a wedding dress, ceremony, honeymoon, the works. First though, we needed a divorce. This was carried out next door at Mr Hudson's house. As an ex-headmaster he was as near as we had to a judge or a registrar. He sat behind his desk. My wife sat in a chair in front of the desk to tell him that I had failed her as a husband. I was unable to perform my marital duties and had forced her into the arms of another man. Mistress Julie gave evidence to confirm my staus as a complete wimp. She went on to tell 'the judge' what a wonderful person my wife was and how she deserved to be happy, with a real man. My wife went on to explain to 'the judge' what a pervert I was and how I got off on wearing her clothes and being spanked. Mr Hudson feined disgust and kept giving me looks of contempt and disgust as I knelt at my wife's side naked except for my chastity tube and cover plate, hands and legs cuffed, ball gag in place. I was given no oportunity to respond. Mr Hudson simply decreed that, under the circumstances he was happy to grant my poor wife a divorse on condition that she spend the rest of her life enjoying everything I had denied her. Then, turning to me he told me what a pathetic excuse for a man I was. He said that I deserved to be locked up and the key thrown away for the way I had treated my gorgeous wife. However, my wife had asked him to be lenient and so he was prepared to reduce my sentence. I would serve a life sentence as my former wife's slave. She would have complete authority over me, even to the point of life and death. I would accept whatever she did to me and thank her for it.
After I had agred I was instructed to serve refreshments as they chatted and laughed about their little scene. When my wife and M. Julie went to leave I was called back by Mr Hudson and told that the other condition to my reduced sentence was a severe flogging, to be carried out immedietly. My wife laughed and just left me. M. Julie asked to stay as a witness to my punishment. She was not a witness for long as she soon joined in and the pair of them beat me without mercy as I squeeled and struggled against the straps that held me to the wooden cross in Mr Hudson's garage. Eventually M. Julie slipped off her knickers and tights and used them to gag me before laughingly continuing my torment. 'No wife to protect you now boy,' she teased. 'All alone aren't you slave. I could go on beating you till you pass out from the pain. I could kill you if I wanted to and nobody would give a shit would they. Don't worry though, I'm not going to. Not yet anyway. That would be too easy for you. I have a feeling you'll wish I had pretty soon though, slave boy'.

When they finally grew tierd of me M. Julie and Mr Hudson untied me and threw me out. Naked, I limped quickly next door. My wife, or should I say, my ex-wife was on the phone to her lover Michael when I entered the kitchen. Seeing my tearful expression she just turned away and continued her conversation. It had been decided that the wedding ceremony would take place seven days after the divorce. To add to the excitement my Mistress and her lover had decided not to see each other for those seven days. It was obvious that they missed each other terribly.The phone calls were long and frequent, full of promises and exclamations of love and lust. Since he moved in Michael had been fucking my willing wife several times a day and she had gotten used to it. Now that he was out of her reach she was going crazy with frustrated lust. How did she think I felt!
Things were getting way too serious. I wasn't sure if my wife even remembered our game. I could not see how we could possibly go back to our old life now. I was depressed, frustrated and angry. The beating after the divorce was the last straw. I'd decided to call her bluff and ask her for the pills to begin my chemical castration. Either it would shock her back to reality or she would carry out her threat. Either way my frustation would be over. The constant aches in my balls and in my heart were more than I could stand another day.
As soon as she put down the phone I knelt in front of her,'Please Maam,' I began.
'Fuck off slave!' she spat and walked away.
I tried again and again but the most I got was her threat that she would be keeping Master Michael advised of my repeated breaking of the rules by daring to even speak to her.
M.Julie was a regular visitor and I overheard them many times talking about wedding dresses, rings and other preparations. The whole week my wife ignored me completely while M. Julie gave me knowing smirks. One night they both got slightly drunk and, after being granted the honour of serving M. Julie's beautiful pussy with my unworthy tongue, I spent the rest of the night running between bedrooms allowing them to use my mouth as a toilet. I was so terrified that one of them would start to pee before I could respond to her call that I actually ended up pissing myself, much to their drunken amusement.

On the eve of the wedding ceremony I was called to my wife's bedroom. She was lieing naked on the bed and I stood red faced trying my best not to look at her. She was stunning. I'd forgotten just how beautiful she was. 'Last time slave,' she smiled. 'Last time you ever get to touch. How would you like to lick me? All over, every inch. Between my toes, under my arms, between my ass cheeks, even my pussy. The pussy I give to another man tomorrow. The pussy you loose tomorrow. Forever'.
'Yes maam, thank you. It would be an honour maam,'I sputtered.
'Of course it would. But first I think there's something you want to ask me. You'd better do it now. I don't know if your master will ever let you speak to me again after tomorrow. You know how possessive he is. So come here. Kneel at my bedside and beg like the good slave you're going to be for me and my new husband'.
'Please maam,'I whispered.
'Head up boy. I want to see your eyes when you ask'.
Lifting my head and gazing self conciously into the deep pools of her gorgeous eyes I gave my wife the last thing I had left to give. @please maam, please will you castrate me. Please .'
Tears were rolling down my face as she smiled sweetly.
'Are you offering my what's left of your manhood slave ? As a wedding present?'
'Yes maam. I can't stand it any longer. I give up. I'm yours to do with as you please'.
'You silly slave,' she laughed, 'You always were. Now the tablets are in my drawer. Bring one here and let me see you take it. And bring my birth control pills too. I can't wait to tell your master I'm going to give him a baby.'
I put both pills in my dry mouth but just couldn't swallow. She had me open my mouth and then spat three times into my throat. I swallowed. My castation was begun.
So much for calling her bluff! To hell with it then. If this was real, if this was what she really wanted, then I was better off without my sexual urges. The frusration was unbearable. The thought of it never ending was too much to bear. If the pills took that pain away then so be it. I would go on serving her as best I could for as long as se would have me. I loved her still. No matter what she did to me or took from me. I loved her completely. I would spend the rest of my life proving it. Not as a man. That option was closed to me now. Whatever happened I could never be a man to her again that was obvious. As her slave I would prove it. Whatever the cost.