Merry Christmas Darling

That was the best part yet! Can't wait for the wedding!

'That's a good slave,' she cooed,' Now for your treat'. She laid down on the bed and told me to show her how much my tongue loved her. I started at her tiny toes and licked every inch of her delicious skin. I don't know if it was my imagination but she seemed to taste different. I loved her more than ever but it was as if she was a stranger to me. I didn't feel like I was licking my wife. I felt like she was someone elses. Nevertheless, my desperate cock made its usual feeble attempts to break from the confines of its cage. I considered asking her if I might be allowed some freedom, on this special occassion. Her scent, her taste, the sight of her pert tits sticking proudly up, the nipples growing as a result, I hoped, of my devoted efforts.
'Make the best of it slave. You will never be able to do this again. It wouldn't be right. I'm a married woman, or I will be after tommorrow. I'm going to be the perfect wife for new husband. I want to keep him forever. Mmmm! Lick the insides of my legs. It's been a long week without him. I'm used to making love at least twice a day you know. It's a bit of a come down for me having to put up with your pathetic efforts isn't it?'
I couldn't answer, I was shaking too much!
'You can put that worthless tongue of yours in my pussy slave. I need to cum. If I don't get some relief right now I won't make it through the ceremony tomorrow. I'll end up dragging Michael onto the floor the moment I see him. Be warned though, you're already going to be in big trouble when Michael hears you've broken his rules again and touched me. Imagine what he'll do to you when I tell him you dared lick his new wife's pussy. Mmmmm yesssss, good boy. Lick it! Suck me ! Oh shit I love betraying you, I love it!'

Eventually she calmed down and left go of my hair. I was told to continue with tongue so as she laid there in the afterglow of her orgasm I continued upward. My frustration as I licked around her gorgeous breasts was almost too much to bear. I felt proud too, even as she raised her arms signaling that I should lick devotedly at her warm armpits, it felt good to know that I could still make her cum.
As I reached her neck I had a moment of stupid hope that I might actually be allowed to kiss her lips. She was my wife after all. Or had been until that stupid divorse ceremony next door. After all those months of denial, frustration and humiliation I was entitled to a kiss. Even if it was just a tease to let me see what I was missing. But no. Just as I reached her ears she sighed and turned over. 'Kiss my ass slave. All over. Every inch. Then I want your little slave tongue inside me. Make sure I'm nice and clean for my wedding. You're my liitle enema boy now. My douche and enema boy. Make the best of it because after tonight you'll be back to cleaning my shoes and underwear. That's as close as Michael will ever let you get to me'.
I did make the best of it. I lavished my love and devotion on her. I wanted her to know how grateful I was for her hard work in making all my fantasies come true. Even the ones that I'd maybe rather hadn't come true. I couldn't complain though. I'd asked her to go all out and that's exactly what she'd done. Big time !
She came again as I speared her ass with my tongue. I cringed as she squeeled her lover's name. I was the one doing all the work, making her cum, while he got all the credit. Such was my life now I supposed.
As she lay panting and letting out soft sighs of satisfaction I lovingly kissed the bottoms of her feet. Just as I thought she might drift off to sleep she jumped up and skipped into the bathroom. 'I need a shower and a pee slave,' she shouted over her shoulder. 'Don't make me tell Michael you wouldn't help me.'
She was in the shower cubicle when I got there. 'Come on then stupid. Strip off and come and wash your mistress'. I didn't need asking twice. Even having to kneel in front of her as she gigglingly pissed in my mouth and over my face was a small price to pay for the honour of worshiping her beautiful figure with a soapy sponge.
Afterwards, as I dried her with a soft towel she told me how excited she was about the next day. She wanted everything to be perfect. She really was like a first time bride. I even found myself wondering if she had been this excited on the night before I married her all those years ago.
Before climbing into bed she pulled a transarent latex one-piece suit from a drawer. I though it was for me so I was surprised when she ordered me to help her put it on. It was a little bit big for her but that, as I learned, was for a reason. 'I hope you apreciate this slave,' she said. 'I am going to absolutely cook in this thing! I'll be suffering from dehydration by morning'.
The suit was smooth to the touch and smelled incredible. 'This is for you to wear tomorrow, under your dress. You'll be slipping around inside it in my sweat. You'll love that won't you. You little pervert'.
Dress? What dress ?
'I want you to wear my old wedding dress. I'll be wearing a new one. New dress for new husband. Old dress for old husband. You see ?' I was beginning to. I'd lost some weight since we started this game. Partly through anxiety and partly through only being fed my wife and her lover's leftovers. But still, the dress wouldn't fit. I would just look silly. Apart from that, it would be covered in stains, spunk stains, from the last time she wore it for John, Michael's uncle.
'Julie has been working on it, letting it out, so it won't be too bad a fit. I told her not to clean it though. I think it's more apropriate for you to wear it with the stains, don't you?'
I tucked her into bed and stood waiting to be dismissed. 'Tomorrow is going to be so much fun slave. Me in my new dress, the blushing bride. And you in my old one, the blushing slave. At least there'll be no confusion over who the groom is !' she laughed.
'Ok you can go now. Michael isn't hear so I'll let you sleep in the spare room. You can take a pair of my fluffy slippers to cuddle. Wake me at seven. We have a big day ahead.' As I went to leave I heard her finish sleepily, ' I hope you enjoyed tonight slave. From tomorrow things are going to change. Our lives are changing. It'll be fun, you'll see. '
'Yes maam,' I answered quietly. 'Thank you for tonight, it was marvelous. Good night maam'.
As I slipped out and pulled the door closed behind me her soft voice drifted through the gap, ' I still love you'.
What? Did I imagine that? Wishful thinking ?
I stood for five minutes or more listening for more. I almost went back in there. But if I did imagine it she would laugh at me. The feeling of elation I had right now would be destroyed. Better to have the illusion. If that's what it was. I kissed and cuddled her fluffy slippers extra hard that night as I drifted in and out of sleep.

I was up before 6am cleaning the already sparkling house. I took my Mistress Wife a cup of tea at seven. She looked so cute lieing there. Her lustrous dark brown hair fanned over her pillow, her lips slightly parted as if inviting a lover's kiss. She opened her eyes and smiled and my heart melted. As she pushed the duvet away I marvelled as if for the first time at her gorgeous body tightly encased in transparent latex. There was condensation inside it and when she stood up I could hear her feet sloshing in the acumulated perspiration as it ran down inside the suit to pool in the feet. I followed her to the bathroom where I was told to remove my maids outfit and get into the shower with her. I helped her slip out of the latex body suit as she told me to be careful not to spill any of her sweat. Then uor roles were reversed as she helped me to slip my legs into the soaking legs of the suit. Before I pulled up the top half I had to step out of the shower and retrieve a key from my mistress's bedside cabinet. She quickly unlocked my chastity sleeve and the tube that encased my cock. It had been so long! I felt so naked and vulnerable without it.
'Let's get one thing straight slave,' she addressed me as she helped me slide my arms into the suit and then did up the zip at rhe back. 'You may be out of the cage but that doesn't mean you are not my slave. If you make any attempt at all or if I even get the feeling you may be considering making your pathetic little thing spit its slime, I will beat you within an inch of your life. Then I'll have Mistress Julie beat you then I'll give you to Michael. Then slave,' she scowled as she lifted my chin and spat in my face,' Then we'll take you for a long ride and dump you naked at the side of the road. By the time you find your way back here I'll have e-mailed a hundred of the most embarrassing pictures I have of you to everyone you ever knew. Finally, I'll divorse you. I'll make it real messy. Pictures in the paper along with my tearful confession of how you abused your poor little wife and forced her to indulge in sordid sex games with other men. Am I getting through to you scumbag?'
'Yes maam, I won't do anything wrong maam, I promise'. What was I saying. How would my cumming after all I'd been through be wrong? I was a grown man. A married man. She had me so mixed up I was regarding my most basic rights as something illegal for fuck's sake!
'That's a good boy. Now get your head over the toilet I need to pee.Go get your pills from my bedside cabinet first. I'll give you something to wash them down with. Julie will be hear soon. She wants to get you ready first then you can both help me'.
The latex suit was tighter on me than it had been on her. It squeeked as my thighs rubbed together. It was incredibly warm. The only part of my body exposed to the air was my head so the sweat was running freely down my face as I made my Mistress her breakfast. The fact that I was swimming in my gorgeous wife's sweet perspiration had me feeling faint with desire. My cock was rock hard and rubbing helplessly against the slippery inside of the suit. Any movement on my part had me on the verge of cumming. Several times I had to stop moving and try to think totally unerotic thoughts. I found myself wishing those damned pills would start working. I was better off in the chastity cage. How I could possibly stand this all day was beyond me!

Just after 8am Mistress Julie arrived. She laughed at my suit and ran her finger over my clearly visible engorged cock. I had to pull away sharply or I would have cum right there. Unfortunately that was not considered an excuse for being rude. I had to fetch the cane and bend over while M. Julie administered six sharp reminders of my place. At least it made my cock shrink down for a few minutes!
The ladies laughed and talked excitedly as I stood waiting. Eventually M. Julie took me into the spare bedroom and dressed me. My wife's dirty white stockings and knickers. A white silk corset that she put her foot in my back and laced so tight I could not draw breath. Then, over my head, the wedding dress. M. Julie had done a good job. It fitted reasonably well. It was clearly dirty though. The stains were immediately obvious and my face flushed with embarrssment as M. Julie laughed and pointed at them.
'Don't look so upset slave. You weren't upset when those stains were put there were you? From what I hear it was a fantasy come true for you. Well now you wife gets her fantasy. To see her cuckold sissy husband sporting signs of her adultery right there at her wedding. Wear your dress proudly slave. Lets face it, you don't have anything else to be proud of do you?'
I sat patiently as she did my hair and makeup. She even painted my nails slut red. Finally she helped me into a pair of white stilleto boots with deadly looking six inch heels. As I stood up M.Julie walked me to a mirror and showed me what I'd become. I thought I'd laugh or be ashamed but I wasn't. She had done a great job but I was still a man in a dress. Well, not much of a man actually. But then that was the point I guessed. The contrast. I was the rejected sissy cuckold. Michael would be the strong masculine groom. I was what my wife wanted me to be. I would be proud. I would show her and everyone who came to this wedding. I was my Mistress's slave and proud to be that.
I was just getting a handle on things, just beginning to believe I could get through this, when my wife walked in.
'Oh Julie you are incredible. Look what you've done to my ex husband'.
'I just let out what's already there babe, what's always been there,' Julie replied , obviously pleased with my wife's reaction.
I could only stare at the floor as my Mistress circled me and gave little gasps of pleasure. A tear rolled down my face. Why was I feeling so emotional? Maybe it was those damned tablets. Julie quickly wiped it away and warned me of the consequences of ruining her hard work.
'Right my turn now,' my wife cried,' You can help M. Julie slave but before I put on my dress you have to leave the room. I don't want you to see me before Michael. It wouldn't be right. M. Julie can fit your ankle hobbles and we have a new collar for you. It's nice and wide and stiff. A bit like my new husband's cock in fact'. They both cracked up at that.
'The collar will help with your posture slave, and it has hooks so we can fix your wrists to it. That will keep those naughty hands from straying anywhere near your little clit'.M. Julie giggled again at that. 'You know you're right, ' she laughed, 'It is more like a clit than a cock. Come on little clit boy lets get your Mistress ready for her wedding'.

Excellent update!

M. Julie was very proffessional in getting my wife ready. As they chatted and laughed, drinking the glasses of chilled wine I brought them, my wife had her hair done, makeup, nails, the lot. Her underware was very much like mine, although she didn't need the corset! I was treated like a stupid apretice, fetching, carrying, holding and helping. All the while trying to move as little as possible for fear of exploding months worth of backed up sperm all over the inside of my latex body suit. I tried not to take any notice of how beautiful my wife was. I tried not to smell her perfume. Most of all, I tried not to think about her giving herself to another man, to be his wife.
After a while M. Julie fixed my ankle straps in place and secured the collar around my neck. My head was forced up as the white leather bit into the underside of my chin. My hands were left free for now.
When the doorbell rang I was sent to answer it and told not to go back into the bedroom. It took me ages to hobble to the door with my mincing little steps. Mr Hudson at the door, not very pleased at the delay and as I let him in Michael arrived. He grinned widely as he took in my appearance. Blushing deep red I gave the gentlemen drinks and made myself busy arranging flowers and moving furniture and chairs into place as I'd been instructed to do by my wife. It was very slow work hobbled as I was but neither guest offered any help. They just stood watching and grinning at me. It seemed ages before there was a knock on the lounge door and M. Julie entered. She walked over to the sterio and pressed play. As the traditional wedding march played I hurried as quickly as I could over to the half open door. M. Julie followed me and fixed my hands to my collar as I stood facing into the room. My wife walked past me and I got my first glimpse of her dress. It was pure white and made of silk and lace. It seemed very feminine and classy from my view of the back as I hobbled after her.
Mr Hudson stood and moved to stand in the centre of the room. M.Julie remained behind me as I caught up with my wife and stood beside her. As I knelt down I saw the front of her dress. It had a large opening in front which showed off the top of her proud brests and the skirt was shaped upover to reveal the tops of her white silk stockings. As I dropped my gaze I took in the shiny patent leather of her white platform shoes. She was a total wet dream of a bride.
M. Julie moved to switch off the music and Mr Hudson coughed into his hand before beginning.
'Ladies, Gentlemen, and even...slave, we are here today to witness the marriage of this beautiful lady and her handsome young man'. Michael was stood at my other side. I looked up to see him smiling at my wife.
'Who is giving this gorgeous lady away today?' Mr Hudson asked.
'Excuse me sir,' I mumbled. 'I am'.
'He certainly is!' M. Julie added from behind me and everyone laughed loudly.
'Very well then, you may step back and make room for your worthy replacement'.
I shuffled backwards awkwardly and watched as Michael stood beside my wife and took her hand.
At Mr Hudson's direction they each swore their love for each other. Then my wife or should I say now, my Mistress removed the engagement ring John had given her and passed it to M. Julie. Michael placed a new wedding ring on her finger and they kissed deeply.
'Ah, young love!' Mr Hudson exclaimed.
'My dear, it has been a pleasure to get to really know both you and your former husband, now slave, over the past months. I have enjoyed our times together immensely. I am so happy that you have found a real man to care for you, to hold you and love you, to satisfy you as you deserve. I'm pleased too that your ex has seen his true place in your life and has accepted it so well. I look forward to contiuing to aid you in his training and discipline. It is an honour and a pleasure to declare you, to all intents and purposes. man and wife'.

Hey blue,

This is the first time I've posted on this site and I gotta say - wow - that's one hell of a story so far.

You've got me wondering about that female body suit/mask thing and I gotta say I was wondering what your take is on it?

I've never been a big fan of the TV thing (for myself that is) however the concept of losing identity like that and just becoming a doll like this is very interesting. What's it been like so far for either physically wearing it and emotionally?

Also zooming in on that picture you posted earlier I was able to make out the url for this site:

The hyperlink is visible to registered members only!

and by searching around came across these sites that are either about these outfits or that sell them:

The hyperlink is visible to registered members only!
The hyperlink is visible to registered members only!
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Do you know of any other sites or forums (esp ones in english)

Thanks for any info

Thanks for your comments sosniagara. Nice to talk to someone who understands the 'loss of identity thing'. That was my wife's intention, and still is. Not to force me into being something else, but to force me into being nothing, being of no consequence to her at all. Please read on for more.

'Now I believe some speaches are in order for such a fine occassion'. Mr Hudson continued. 'Julie, perhaps you could start?'
'Thank you Mr Hudson'. Julie moved to stand in Mr Hudson's place as everyone took a seat. I served glasses of champaign then knelt at one side.
'It feels now as if I've known you guys for ever, but actually its really not that long since we met. I just want to say what a pleasure it's been for me. I've seen what seemed to be an ordinary relationship grow and develop into something quite amazing. The effect on him has been facinating to watch, not to mention very funny at times. My relationship with N (as I'll call my Mistress) has grown to the point where I really regard her as my sister. We've had such incredible conversations, hatched plans together, encouraged each other and generally just had an amazing time. To see it come to this point is just mind blowing. I've played a very enjoyable role as friend to N and as mistress to her slave and I hope to continue as both for a long time to come. Michael is a very nice guy and I don't think N could have made a better choice. I wish them both every happiness and I wish their slave every torture and humiliation. To the three of you - cheers!'
'Thank you Julie,' said Mr Hudson. 'Michael, perhaps you would like to take the floor?'
'Thank you. Erm, to begin with I'd like to thank Mr Hudson for officiating today and for taking some photographs which I'm sure we will treasure for many years. Thanks to Julie for all the hard work she's put in. My wife, ' he paused and smiled as everyone clapped and cheered, ' looks amazing and you've done an excellent job of dressing our slave. Thank you'.
'When I first met N she was given to me by my uncle John as a birthday present. I was madly in lust with her from the moment I set eyes on her. It's embarrassing when I think back to that night. I was so eager to impress her. I never stopped thinking about her afterwards. Every night I dreamt of being with her again. I couldn't really understand the slave husband thing, I couldn't see what he got out of it at all. To be honest I still don't fully understand. But hey! What do I care? Iget to have this beautiful woman as my own, all day every day. I just feel so lucky. Ok there are a few complications but I think I'm beginning to see the upside of that. I have a home now, plenty of money, I don't have to lift a finger. I'm waited on hand and foot. Best of all I get to be with a lady I've fallen madly in love with. If keeping her means beating her slave's ass now and again then so be it, I can manage that. We've talked long and hard, my bride and I, and we've decided that I can live by her rules so long as her slave lives by mine. So ladies and gentlemen, a toast to the person, if that's the right word, who made it possible for me to be with the sexiest most gorgeous woman on the planet, to our slave'.
'To slave!' they all repeated as I kept my red face pointed down at the floor.
'And last but by no means least, to my beautiful bride. N, I love you. I don't care about the age difference. I don't care about the baggage that comes with you. You are mine forever and God help anyone who ever tries to come between us. To N !'
'To N!' everyone repeated.
I had to refil the glasses as Mr Hudson called my Mistress to speak.

'Thank you Mr Hudson. And thank you my darling for those lovely comments'. My cock twitched inside the latex suit as she took Michael's face in her hands and kissed him deeply.
'You know its really amazing to think back over the years to how my then husband and I started on the journey that has lead us to today. We began by playing around with bondage and a little mild c.p. then to add a little spice I would pretend to fancy some other guy. That led to me actually taking a guy around the back of a pub and snogging him silly when I was out with friends. They thought I'd gone home. It's funny now but at the time I was so nervous, wondering what my husband's reaction would be. You loved it though, didn't you slave?'
'Yes maam,' I muttered. I should have been annoyed that she was revealing so much of our personal and private history but I was too busy staring at her nylon encased legs. The tops of her legs where the white of her stockings gave way to the tanned flesh of her thighs was mesmerising.
'Then on our little weekends away I started letting guys chat me up in night clubs didn't I. He would come back from the bar with a drink for me to find me snogging some guy in the middle of the dancefloor. Then back at the hotel I'd wrap my little husband in cling film and tease his poor straining cock while I talked about what a great kisser the guy was. That led to my husband urging me to advertise on a swingers site, which led eventually to him enjoying the sight of me half naked on the back seat of the car with a young guy. He had his fingers burried in my pussy while I undid his flies and burrowed my hand inside his trousers to grasp his impressive cock. I threw one leg over the front seat so you could kiss my boots while I kissed my young lover isn't that right slave?'
'Yes maam,' I answered again. Her ankles now had me hypnotised. They were so dainty and those white patent shoes with their platform soles. All I could think of was how they would smell, how they would taste when she pulled her tiny feet out of them.
'Finally, with a great deal of encouragement I agreed to make my husband's fantasy come true. We arranged a weekend away with my young lover to be staying in the same hotel. I'll never forget the look on your face as I gazed at you over his shoulder while he slid his cock inside my married pussy. Then later, when I left you to go to his room. I tied you to a chair and told you I didn't want to be disturbed. I told you this time is just for me. I felt so sexy, so powerful!
'The next time I left you at home didn't I slave? I'd never spent a single night away from you in twenty years of marriage. Suddenly I was going away with my lover, leaving you at home to do my housework. That happened twice I think before, on the third occassion, I telephoned you and told you to drive to the hotel so I could give you a surprise. It was your birthday and you thought I'd forgotten. I'd deliberately arranged to go away with another man and leave you on your birthday. Now that was hot!'
'You got to the hotel in record time,' she laughed. 'I met you in reception and took you to our room. I told you not to speak, just to do as I said. Once in the room I had you stand like a chstised little boy in the middle of the room while my young lover and I sat together on the couch. I tld him right in front of you how pathetic you were in bed. You took it. You just stood there red faced while I talked about your little limp dick and your pathetic attempts to satisfy me. Then I asked my lover to punish you for being a wimp and a sissy. I had you drop your trousers and stand between my knees facing sideways. You had to pull up your shirt to expose your behind to my lover's belt. While he berated you for being such a sad excuse for a husband I reached up and fondled your rock hard little cock didn't I? It must have been about two seconds before you started thrusting your hips! But I stopped didn't I? Just as you were about to cum. Then I started again. How many times? It must have been at least four or five before I finally allowed you to cum. You had to beg me for permission first didn't you? And then you had to apologise to my lover for being such a wimp. That was quite a squirt though wasn't it slave. It shot right across the room.I think that's when I really knew. A normal relationship was not right for us. You needed something more and I wanted to give it to you.'
'And so began our present game. Except it's not a game anymore. I had a wonderful time with John and I learned so much, about myself and about my slave husband. Unfortunately there were problems and it had to end. That's where my darling Michael comes in. You were not an obvious choice. Young, inexperienced. It would never work. But it has. Oh boy, it has! There have been times when I wanted to quit, times when I know did too slave. I guess we've both shed more than a few tears along the way. I had to hide mine from you. I had to be strong for you. Poor Julie got the brunt of my tears and frustrations, my sadness and uncertainty. She was my rock, my confident, my advisor, and I will always love her for that.'
'So here we are, looking forward to the future. I have a young, handsome lover. Someone I can hold and love. And I have a devoted servant. A provider. An amusement. What woman could ask for more? I love you Michael. I love you too slave. But I'm in love with Michael. I don't know what the future holds for us but right now I am the happiest I've ever been. I want to share my happiness by proving to you Michael my darling, that I love you and I'm yours completely. Then I want to share my happiness with you my devoted slave, by taking you to the very depths of humiliation, frustration and despare, because that, I now understand, is what you want and need. Don't you?'
I was miles away. Day dreaming stupid thoughts about being small enough to slip inside one of her shoes. To be in the tight leather confines sqashed between the leather of her shoe and the silk of her stocking!
'It seems you slave is too busy having inapropriate thought about his mistress to pay attention when she is speaking to him'. Thundered Mr Hudson. I jerked out of my revery and quickly apologised. 'On your feet and fill these glasses while I take some photographs boy,' he ordered. 'And see me afterwards!'
'Yes sir, thank you sir!' I stammered as I shuffled as quickly as my ankle fetters would allow, to get more champaign from the refidgerator.

Great stuff so far. Can't wait to see how things unfold now that the two of them are married and how you'll fit into their lives.

Has your wife or her friends or anyone spoken to you indepth about why they want to erase your personality and just turn you into an object or has it been more of a "matter of cact" type thing where they haven't really shared much/any of the thoughts of it with you?

Sosniagara, my wife and I used to talk about everything. We would plan our adventures in every detail, often with me doing most of the work. Then afterwards we would have kind of a de-briefing session. I think I needed that the most because I always felt a little unsure of things. She would appear to be such a bitch to me and so into her man of the moment that I needed to be assured afterwards that it was just a game. The trouble was that it kind of killed off the excitement. It got too climical, too safe, if you know what I mean. So eventually I agreed to give her full control and have no say in anything before hand and no right to ask questions afterwards. It wasn't easy but it worked out much more effectively. She was always pretty good about guaging my needs and desires and after all those years of being very honest with her, well I guess she had all she needed.

When I returned with the champaign they were all posing for photographs. I stayed out of the way as much as possible hoping not to be noticed. I really did not want my picture taken dressed in my wife's soiled wedding dress!
Unfortunately Julie noticed me and commented that I was the only one who had not made a speach.Michael said 'So what? What can he say that's of any interest?' But my wife put her finger across his lips and shushed him saying that it might be a laugh to hear what I had to say at my wife's wedding.
So there I was kneeling red faced and looking at the floor. 'Sir's and Ladies,' I began, 'I loved my wife very much. I love my Mistress even more! I'm not sure how it came to this but I am very happy to see her so happy. I would like to thank Mr Hudson and Mistress Julie for helping me to learn to be a better slave to my Mistress. I would like to thank Master Michael for making her so happy and fullfilling her needs in ways I could only dream of. Finally, I would like to thank my Mistress for supporting me, encouraging me and, were necessary, forcing me, to continue my journey into abject slavery to the most beautiful and sexy woman who ever lived. I am amazed at what she has put me through and cannot even begin to guess what she will put me through in future. All I know is hard my useless slave cock is and how I feel like I am going to explode with pent up sexual frustration. I cannot stand living like this but I could never live without it now. '.
Mistress Julie stood in front of me as I spoke and lifting the front of her dress forced my mouth to her silk knickered pussy.'Carry on slave,' she ordered.
With a muffled voice I continued, 'Thank you everyone for making this experience possible for my Mistress and I. Thank you Mistress for allowing me to serve you. I worship you and love you forever. I will do anything and pay any price to keep the happiness I can see you feel today.My best wishes to the happy coupmmmmm.'
Julie pushed my face into her groin and I inhaled her heady scent. My head swam and my cock pulsed dangerously close to expelling its pent up load. Suddenly the dress was raised and I knelt there blinking in the bright light. Mistress Julie stood over me smiling as I realised that we were alone. Everyone else had gone into the kitchen to enjoy the snacks I'd earlier prepared. Julie knelt next to me,' You are going to have to get used to being ignored slave,' she smirked. I made the mistake of looking directly into her cold blue eyes and she spat in face, once, twice, three times. 'Now get up and go earn your keep you fucking looser!'
Rising unsteadily to my feet, I shuffled into the kitchen, spit dripping from my nose and chin. I knew better than to attempt to wipe it off.

Fodd was consumed and the champagne flowed until eventually Mr Hudson said he was going home. He said it was time the newly-weds were left alone to consumate their love. I showed him to the door where he instructed me, 'Report to my house at ten in the morning. That should give you time to clean up here. I want to discuss the small matter of your lack of attention when your Mistress sees fit to lower herself to addressing you'.
'Yes sir,' I answered.
'And there is also the matter of your lines. I haven't forgotten what you wrote when you were in the cage in my garage that day'.
Oh shit! I didn't think he'd read them. My wife made me write it but how could I explain that without seeming to be disrespecting her?
'Oh and one more thing,' He smiled as he stepped outside. 'Wear that dress, I like it'.
'Sir,' I curtsied and closed the door.
On my way back to the kitchen M. Julie caught me. She undid my ankle fetters so that I could walk upstairs. We went into my Mistress's bedroom and prepared it. Candles, insense, soft music, bed turned down. M. Julie even scattered rose petals on the white silk sheets.
She removed my posture collar,much to my relief and had me bring a chair from the dining room. I set it beside the bed and she used stockings and tights from my Mistress's drawer to secure me to it. Finally, she raised her skirt and slid down her knickers. She stuffed them into my mouth, following it with a hastily removed stocking. The other stocking she used to secure my gag, wrapping it tightly around my head. My mouth was filled with her taste and my nose drew in her scent as she leaned over me.
'I want you to know slave, this is not my idea. I don't think you deserve this but your Mistress has taken pity on you for some reason. Don't worry I'm sure you'll pay for this priveledge later. In fact, I'm staying the night so I'll come and collect you later and we'll redress the balance a little ok?'
I nodded, my cock being about to burst! I was going to see my darling wife consumate her marriage!
'Remember though, no cumming. You remember what she said she would do if you don't control yourself?'
I nodded again. Shit this was going to be impossible!

I heard giggling in the hallway then Michael entered carrying my Mistress, his bride. He threw her onto the bed and they both giggled more as they struggled with their clothes. She lifted her dress and slipped off her tiny g string, throwing it at me. It hit my face and slid down into my lap as he tore off his shirt and dropped his trousers. His eyes never left sight of her as he struggled out of his boxers. She burst out laughing as his turgid cock caught in the material and he struggled to free it.
Not even bothering to remove his socks, he was on her. I saw her eyes fly wide open as he penetrated her swiftly and forcefully in one lunge.
'Oh baby!' she cooed.
'I've waited a full week for this!' he yelled. 'Seven fucking days thinking about this moment. You are gonna get it now girl!'
'Oh I hope so baby, I seriously hope so!' My Mistress answered as she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. They kissed deeply while her moved slowly in and out of her rapidly moistening pussy. I was so close I could see her juices coating his shaft as he pulled back.
'Fuck this!' He cried. 'No time for being subtle.'
With that he slid his elbows under her knees to raise her legs up and back till her knees were touching her chest and her ankles were wrapped around his neck. I didn't even know she could do that!
He wasted no time, pounding her delicate pussy, grunting like an animal as he took his pleasure. Far from being upset, she seemed flattered by his desperation, encouraging him with her own squeels and whimpers.
After just a few minutes he groaned, 'It's coming baby. You want it huh? You want it all inside you?'
'Always baby, oh always, always, alwaaaaaaaa!'
Her eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth hung open, a deep groan emanating from the core of her body as he stiffened and thrust harder and more brutally, once twice, ten times. I could see her pussy overflowing as her face reddened, veins standing out on her neck. I think she must have passed out at around thrust five but he just went right on driving into her deepest regions, spraying his scent into her, claiming his property once more.
Eventually he collapsed on top of her breathing hard, a sheen of sweat covering his body. With gentle kisses he brought her round before turning to me. 'I just came in my new wife man,' he smiled.'And she fucking loved it. Didn'y ya baby?'
'Mmmmm,' my Mistress confirmed as she opened her eyes and looked over at me. I caught her wink as she sighed, 'I love you my darling,' before turning to wrap her arms around his neck and slide her soft pink tongue into his mouth. 'I really (kiss) really (kiss) love (kiss) you (kiiiiiiiiissssssss).

When he got up to go to the bathroom my Mistress stood up and removed her dress. She dropped it on the floor and came over to me. Taking off one shoe she held it over my nose and mouth telling me to breath deeply 'Cos its as close as you'll ever get to touching me now slave!'
The other shoe followed then she slipped one onto each of my tied hands before jumping back into bed.
When Michael returned they cuddled up and spoke in whispers. Occassionally they laughed and kissed. He idly stroked her breasts as she ran her immaculate nails lightly up and down his thigh causing his cock to erect and twitch away once more. My own cock was just as eager if not more so but lacked the prospect of being well taken care of that his enjoyed.
Soon the kisses became deeper and more lustful. Her hand moved to his cock and I watched her delicate fingers encircle it. My own fingers explored the insides of my Mistress's shoes as I watched.
It was different this time. Unhurried, considered, this was a man and woman making love. I could write their earlier session off as just sex but not this time. They were exploring each other's bodies, coaxing wimpers and moans from each other. He slipped his hand between her legs and brought it away covered in their combined juices. She took his hand to her mouth and looking him straight in the eyes, licked and sucked his fingers clean. That was enough for him as he pushed her down and slid once more inside her welcoming velvet embrace. Slowly their rhyth built. Their mouths parted only to allow them to exchange words of love, promises of fidelity, threats of consequences if either one even considered leaving the other.
She swore she would love him forever. He swore he would kill any man who tried to stand between them. She told him she had never experienced anything like his lovemaking. He told her she was the best fuck in the world.
She begged him to make love to her all day every day. He promised that every drop of spunk his body could produce would be squirted inside her.
As their rhythm increased I marvelled at his control. I was on the very edge of cumming and I was only watcing! I tried to look away, tried to think of something unsexy, but it was impossible. The room was filled with the sight, sounds and smells of two people madly in love and in lust.
She took his face in her hands and told him about her pill. She explained how I had begged her to chemically castrate me. She laughed as she told him I could not stand the frustration and had pleaded with her to help. Then she told him that she had given her birth control pill to me. She said that she would continue to do it for one week. It was unlikely that she would get pregnant as there would still be traces of the pill in her bloodstreem, but it was possible. She said she wanted to encourage him to make love to her as much as possible, to impregnate her, to put his child in her belly.
He asked her if she was sure. A tear rolled down her face as she said 'Yes, very sure'.
He licked up her tear and savoured it like a fine wine before hugging her more tightly to him and beginning to pound her in earnest. She wrapped her legs around his waste and hugged him to her repeating over and over, 'Do it my darling, put your baby in me, put your baby in me!'
'Ah, Ah, Ah Ah, Ohhhhhhhhhh, please, please pleeeeeease!'
I watched her come, thrusting her hips up to meet his, her eyes wide in aparant wonder that she could contain such excuisite pleasure. I watched his hands hold her head, his fingers tangled in her hair, his hips pounding, spasming as he shot his virile seed deep into her bowels.
When they finally stopped I let out a long breath. I hadn't realised I was holding it in. Then I realised something else. I'd cum! I could fell the extra warmth, the additional wetness. I'd been vagely aware of a growing pressure in my cock but in the heat of their passion I'd forgotten to control myself. It had been a poor unstimulated orgasm but an orgasm just the same. If she found out I was dead meat!

Blue, Thanks for all of the orgasms you have caused me!! I swear they are approaching 100 at least!!!!! LOL I check everyday for the next delicious installment!! Keep up the good work!

Can't wait for the next installment of this legendary saga.

Come on Blue, we can't wait any longer !

looking forward to the next part of your story blue. or have you run out of inspiration for your next chapter? i'm sure people could offer ideas if your struggling to think of something.

Don't worry guys, I've just been away for a while. Catch up later.

please blue...i am dying to read more of this masterpiece.

Looking guitily over at my wife I was relieved to see she had not noticed. She was far too engrosed in her new young husband to worry about me. They lay for a long time slowly recovering from their bout of hot lovemaking. Eventually I could tell from the soft, even rhythm of their breathing that they were asleep. I was very tiered myself but there was no way I could sleep. I kept re-running my Mistress's threats through my mind. What she would do if I allowed myself to cum. She would find out I was sure. She would see the evedence when I undressed. The sperm would be there under my silicone body suit. Even if she missed that she would see it in my eyes. Shit what was I going to do?
I was relieved when M. Julie came in and collected me, having me follow her to the spare bedroom. I knew from the smell as she opened the door that she had put rubber sheets on the bed. The cruel bitch knew very well how much that smell turned me on. I was told to undress in front of her. I tried to turn away to hide the wetness at my groin but she insisted I face her. I just hoped that my sperm would be lost in the sweat that had soaked me head to toe. 'What's this slave?' she cried. 'If I'm not mistaken you've been a very naughty girl!' She ran a finger through the thick stickyness at my groin before forcing it into my mouth.
'Please maam, ' I pleaded. 'I didn't mean to ! I'm sorry ! Please don't tell her, please!'
'We'll have to see about that slave. Go and take a shower, you're disgusting. Then get back here. In fact, take this with you.' She handed me a metal cock cage. It was even smaller than my usual one. Surely I would never fit? 'You'd better make it a cold shower shit head. Even your tiny thing is going to be a sqeeze in this one.' She laughed. 'And be quick. If you keep me waiting too long I might get bored and decide to go and tell your Mistress what you've done.'
I showered and had the tiny tube in place in record time. Fear worked as well as the cold water to shrink my cock to a state where I could just manage to squeeze it into the tube before setting the interior spike through my piercing and clicking the integrated lock shut.
I spent the rest of the night worshipping M. Julie's body. I licked every inch of her, slurrped her soaking pussy to three orgasms and delved my aching tongue into her ass over and over. She had me plead with her not to tell. I had to promise to obey her in everything forever. I had to amuse her by telling her how much I loved and worshipped my Mistress and how it hurt me when she made love to Michael. Finally, as it was getting light outside, she fell asleep with most of her dainty right foot in my mouth.

I laid there at the bottom of her bed sweating profusely between the rubber sheets sucking the sweat from her feet while she slept. Eventually I dared to slip from the bed and take a shower. I dressed in my maids outfit and quickly did the tidying up downstairs.
At 9.45 I changed into my wife's old bridal gown and slipped next door. Mr Hudson had left a list of housework chores on the kitchen bench so I got to work on them hoping that M Julie and my Mistress and her lover would sleep in long enough for me to get finished. If they woke they would want tea and maybe breakfast and if I wasn't there to provide it I would be in trouble. The fact that Mr Hudson had ordered me to his house would not be considered a valid excuse I knew.
After about an hour Mr Hudson called me into his study. I took him a cup of tea and then stood while he drank it, staring over the cup at my stained white dress. Putting his cup down he addressed me, 'Now then slave, as to the matter of your behaviour yesterday. As head of ceremonies I feel it is my duty to see that you are suitably punished for your lack of attention. It seems you would rather stare at your Mistress's legs than listen to what anyone is saying to you. Hardly the sort of behaviour to be encouraged in a slave I think.'
'No sir, I'm sorry but.....'
'Did I give you permission to speak?'
Dropping my gaze to the floor I stood silent.
'That's better. You see, you do have the makings of a reasonably useful servant, we just need to whip you into shape don't we?'
In silence I curtsied respectfully.
'Good. Now remove your knickers and bend over my desk.'
Hoping to get my punishment over as quickly as possible I obeyed. This had become the regular ritual for punishments from Mr Hudson. I was surprised though when I felt my ankles being strapped to the desk's sturdy wooden legs. My hands were pulled forward and thin ropes used to pull them taught before being secured to the legs on the desk's opposite side. No gag was offered which gave me some hope that my beating might not be too severe. My dress was lifted at the bottom and thrown up over my back.
'You may thank me after each stroke slave.'
Ah, that was why no gag.
CRACK ! the heavy rubber soled slipper swatted my behind. 'Thank you sir.' CRACK ! again. After three strokes I was desperate to plead for mercy but I held my tongue knowing that to do so would only madden Mr Hudson and cause me further suffering. After six strokes tears were flowing freely over my cheeks. My voice shook as I thanked him. After ten I was openly sobbing.
I thought it was over when he threw the slipper down on the desk. He moved to the side into my line of vision so that I could see him rubbing the soft silk of my discarded knickers between the fingers of his right hand.
'Now that's out of the way, there is the matter of your lines.'
Oh fuck no ! I thought he'd forgotten about that. It was ages ago. I didn't think he'd even read them. My wife had made me write them. Why was he bringing it up now?
Bringing his left hand into view he showed me the lines I'd written whilst locked in the tiny cage in his garage. My wife had changed what he had ordered me to write and made me express the wish to be taken anally by him. The thought was completely repulsive. I'd done it to keep my wife happy. I didn't fucking mean it!
'So you relish the idea of getting a little of what I gave your sweet wife do you slave?'
'Sir, you don't understand, it was....'
'I understand very well boy, I can assure you.'
Shit ! What now? Another slippering? A caning?
'I don't normally agree with slaves being allowed to choose their rewards. ' He announced. 'However, I know things have been far from easy for you recently and, despite your many failings, I know you have tried hard to make your wife happy. Therefore, on this occassion only, I will grant your wish.'
The feel of cold lubricating jelly on my ass was a shock. I jumped and pleaded, 'Please sir!'
'I know, I know.' He answered. 'You are desperate to feel my manly cock inside your sissy ass, but first of all I want to give you this.' He placed a framed photo on the desk in front of my face. It was a picture taken yesterday of my gorgeous mistress in her sexy wedding dress, kissing her young lover as he slipped the ring on her finger.
'You can take it home with you and keep it beside your bed to remind you of that wonderful day. For now though, perhaps you would like to stare at it while I plunder your virgin slave ass.'
The weight of his fat stomache as he rested it on my back was matched only by the weight of my shame as I felt his hard cock slip past the initial resistance and into my private place. I felt violated, raped. I had given up so much in the name of our game, felt such shame and embarrassment, but this was the worst. Did she know? I stared at her face in the picture tortured by the thought that she was, even now lieing in what used to be my bed with her young lover, now husband, laughing about my predicament.
'There you go. Are you happy now slave? Now you've got a nice hard cock in your ass. Now you know how your Mistress felt when I gave it to her. I think you're even tighter than she was. Relax boy. Enjoy it while you can. If I read your wife correctly, this is the only sex life you're ever gonna have now. Still, if it's good enough for your sexy Mistress then it's good enough for scum like you right? Right!?'
'Yes sir.' I sobbed.

Blue, I for one am very happy that You are back and titillating us once again with Your incredibly lucky lifestyle! Thanks!

All I could think of was - does she know? Did my Mistress wife tell him to do this to me? Surely not. She knows I have no homosexual desires at all. But then maybe that would be reason enough. She had shown me over and over again just how cruel she could be. Wasn't this just another step in her total mastery of me?
His hairy legs rubbed up against the back of my stockinged thighs as he began to slowly thrust against me. His pubic hair felt like wire wool against my recently thrashed buttocks. His weight pressed me down onto the desk till I could barely manage to suck air into my lungs. Then I realised - despite all that - it felt good. His cock pushed up against my prostate causing intensely pleasurable ripples of sensation to crawl along my imprisoned cock. My overfilled ball ached as they cried out for release. If my hands had been free I would surely have reached down to yank at the cold unfeeling fattness of my chastity shield. Instead all I could do was cry out as the frustration and shame overwhelmed me.
'Ah, so you like it do you?' He teased. 'Lets see you moving that ass then shall we. Lets see if your as good a fuck as your wife. Or rather your Mistress. Come on slut, shake it!'
Tears of shame flowed down my cheeks as I found myself doing just that. His weight and my tied hands and ankles prevented anything but the tinyest of movements but I was desperate for more sensation. I needed him deeper! I needed him touching the sides. Fuck I needed him to spear me, tear my ass, anything I didn't care, I needed to cum!
His thrusting speeded up suddenly then the remaining air was forced from my lungs as he used all his weight to force me into the desk. With a loud below of triumph and release he filled my pulsing ass with his seed. It scolded me as it hosed my insides and I groaned too in frustation. I needed longer. I needed more. Don't stop, please don't stop!
As he peeled his sweating torso off my back I felt a stab of pain then a desperately empty sensation in my ass. He wiped his cock on my shivering cheeks before stumbling away to get himself a glass of whiskey from the cabinet.
He returned to stand behind me, one hand holding his glass, the other carressing my red and swollen ass cheeks. I felt his cum leaking out and running down my legs as he told me that this would be our little secret. He wouldn't tell my wife if I didn't. So she didn't know! Somehow I felt better about that. Then again, I had enjoyed it hadn't I?
Mr Hudson made me thank him for his time before releasing me. Then I had to kneel and kiss his shoes while he told me he had enjoyed taking my virgin ass. 'Not as good as your Mistress but you'll have to do now that she's married I suppose. Now go home and be a good slave, or you'll answer to me.'
'Yes sir, thank you sir,' I sputtered as I hurried to pull on my knickers and smooth down my dress. I curtsied and turned to leave, his deep throated laughter following me as I stumbled bandy legged along the hallway and out the door.

As I entered my own house through the back door my mind was buzzing with the knowledge of how low I'd sunk. My Mistress wife had me so desperate that I was not only prepared but eager to take it in the ass from a fat old man! No way was I going to let her find out. What would she think of me?
If I could just get to the shower and get cleaned up before anyone saw me. I crept through the kitchen, the slippery feel of spunk between my cheeks and the front of my knickers soaked with the pre cum that was still leaking from my caged cock. As I passed the lounge door I jumped as my Mistress called me. She was waiting in there for me! Shit!
'Please maam,' I stammered, may I shower first? I'm all dirty from doing Mr Hudson's housework.'
'No you may not slave, now come here at once'. Quickly I curtsied and walked over to kneel at her feet as she sat cross legged in an arm chair.
'Your master and mistress Julie have gone out, without breakfast, I might add. I dare say they will be speaking to you about that later'.
'But I had to go, I mean Mr Hudson, he told me...'
'Shut up! How dare you speak without permission?'
'I'm sorry maam'. As I hung my head I was suddenly overcome with the trauma of my experience. I began to cry. When my gorgeous Mistress slapped my face and told me to stop bubbling like a baby I just got worse. Eventually she asked me what was wrong. I told her. I told her everything despite my intention not to. I'd never hidden anything from her in all our years together. To do so now would be so wrong. It was probably all I had left of our relationship. So I told her. Everything except how turned on I had gotten by it.
Grabbing a handfull of my hair she asked me if I thought I was better than her. 'Of course not!' I protested.
'Then if Mr Hudson's cock is good enough for me it is surely more than good enough for you, isn't it?'
'Yes maam, of course but....' She was missing the point!
'Now listen to me boy,' she demanded. 'There is nothing I can't do to you. Similarly there is nothing my friends can't do to you. Do you understand? Julie and Mr Hudson have been so marvelous for us both. If you have to do something in return then you should regard that as a priveledge and an honour. Do I make myself clear? Now go and get cleaned up then report back here to me, naked. And don't you ever dare critisize or complain about any of my friends ever again. You are a slave. You are nothing to me or to them but a convenience, an amusement. You have no rights. The sooner you accept that the easier your life is going to be. Now go!'

I showered as quickly as possible focussing on getting rid of the cum that was still pouring from my sore ass. After drying off made my way downstairs, naked except for my cock tube and its stainless steel cover plate.
My Mistress wife was waiting for me seated in the lounge. She was wearing her purple silk robe and I stood transfixed for a moment by her beauty. As she crossed her legs the sound of her white stockinged legs rubbing together had my desperate cock straining futilely against its cruel confinement. Dropping to my knees I crawled to her and knelt staring in awe at her sexy purple mules. They had a fluffy purple feather on the strap that crossed the top of each foot and her tiny nylon encased toes poked out from underneath it, beconing to me, teasing me, calling for my devotion.
She was so beautiful, so perfect, so goddess-like. And I, I was such a low life. Less than a man, certainly not worthy to consider myself her husband. A few minutes ago I had been bent over a desk and but fucked by our neighbour. Her perfection just made me feel all the more disgusted with myself. How could she even bear to look at me?
'Did you enjoy the wedding slave?' She asked.
'Yes Maam, you looked incredible in your wedding dress'.
'Thank you slave. You looked very interesting in yours too'. She smiled.
'What about seeing Michael make love to me, how was that?'
'It was incredible Maam. You were so beautiful.' I answered truthfully.
'Yes, I must admit, I quite enjoyed having you there myself. I wanted you to see how we are together now. Michael and I. Your face was a picture. I could see all the emotions there. Jealousy, lust, love, frustration. Make no mistake, Michael gives me the most incredible orgasms anyway, but seeing you like that, It was so intense, I can't begin to explain it to you!'
'I'm glad I could play some role in your pleasure Maam'. I meant it too!
'Yes, but what about your pleasure slave? I hope you obeyed me and refrained from any disgusting little slavey orgasms. Well?'
Shit, I thought we'd got past this. I thought I'd gotten away with it. Had M. Julie said something to her? She was looking at me like she could see it written on my forehead. Before I could stop myself I was saying, 'Please Maam, I didn't mean to, I couldn't help it, you were so beautiful and I love you so much, I.....' Shit what had I done ?!

Taking my chin in her delicate hand she raised my face so that I was looking her in the eye. 'You know what I warned you would happen slave.'
'Please Maam, I'm sorry I just....'
'Quiet! You can think yourself very lucky that I'm in a good mood. If you had lied to me you would be in a whole word of pain right now slave. And then we'd be over, you and I. However, since you told the truth I'm going to be lenient with you. I'm going to stretch your punishment out for a very long time. I'm going to torture you for the rest of your misersble life in fact. Do you understand?'
'Yes Maam, thank you Maam'.
'Don't ever lie to me slave. Not ever. When I ask you a question you tell me the truth. You tell me everything. That way I can use the information to torture, humiliate and frustrate you all the more, can't I?'
'Yes Maam'.
'Good boy,' She soothed, stroking my face and wiping a tear from my cheek.
'Now then, Michael is out for the day so..... how would you like a little reminder of what you've given up?'
What was she talking about?
'You know I've taken away your husbandhood don't you. Not to mention your manhood. Some might even say your humanhood. Or should that be humanity? Anyway, you know what I mean. You have nothing now. No rights, no priveledges, nothing except the scraps I see fit to throw you from my table. Isn't that right slave?'
'Yes Maam, of course, but I don't care, I just want to love you, to serve you in any way you see fit'.
'I know that silly, but what if you forget? Can you even remember now what your life used to be like? Do you recall what it meant to be a man, to be my husband?'
It sounded like a trick question. Did she want me to remember?
'The thing is slave, if you forget all that then it won't hurt anymore. I'm afraid you'll just become so absorbed in your role as my slave that you won't be jealous any more. You won't ache for me, you won't desire me as a man. If that were to happen then I wouldn't want to do this any more. What would be the point?'
Where the hell was she going with this?
'How would you like to go to bed with me?'
WHAT !?
'Come on,' she took my hand and stood up. In a complete daze I stood too and she led me from the room and up the stairs. 'I want to show you what you are missing,' she laughed, as she noted my shocked expression.