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# Posted: 18 May 2008 16:40:21
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It came as a surprise to both my wife and me when Michael told her to stand up. In answer to her query he told her, 'If I'm going to be master of this house then I'm going to do it properly. That means no questions from either you or your slave. Now get up.'
Lifting my head from her lap, my wife quietly obeyed her young lover. 'Good girl,' he patronised her. 'Now bend over and touch your toes'.
'Darling ?' she questioned him.
'Your slave boy needs to know who is in charge here and you need to understand that I will not tolerate anything but total respect from him. I may have to prove that I can master the wimp but you have to prove that you accept my mastery of him. With that in mind I'm going to give you a little taste of what you can expect if you ever allow him to show the slightest disresect to me. At the same time, I want him to see you submit to me. He has to realise that I own his wife. I suspect that's not an easy thing to accept, so we have to make sure that everyone knows there place right from the start'.
I had wriggled my head around till I managed to be able to see from one eye through the leg holes of the knickers my wife had wrapped around my face. It was obvious that she had not been expecting this and when she saw looking at her she gave me a cold nasty look as if it was my fault she was about to get her cute little ass tanned.
Lifting her skirt Michael spanked her six times with the flat of his hand. My wife cried out each time but managed not to jump up. I got a real revenge kick out of watching but at the same time, I hated him for treating her like that. I was jealous as hell too. She would never have let me do that to her.
As he pulled her head up by her hair I saw her eyes were filled with tears. He saw it too and gently kissed them away. Wrapping her arms around his neck she gasped,' I know who I belong to, I'm yours. I'll always be yours'.
'Good,' he smiled, 'Then lets make sure your slave is as sure as you are'.
Lifting my head she slipped under me, pulling the dirty knickers back into place to block my view. Leaning forward I heard her whisper, ' Don't worry slave, I'll get you for causing me to get spanked like that'.
How the fuck was it my fault I was wondering until the first blow landed. The cane sliced into the soles of my feet. Despite my bonds, I think my whole body lifted into the air as I screamed into my knicker gag. Again, then again. I couldn't breath for the pain ! 'Make sure your slave understands his position babe,' he instructed my wife.
'Oh I think he understands just fine don't you slave ?'
I nodded emphatically.
'Why don't you take over while I get us a bottle of champers from the fridge,' he suggested.
'Ok babe good idea,' my wife answered as she pushed my head off her lap to stand up. 'What are we celebrating ?'
'How about everyone knowing their place,' he suggested.
'Ok by me,' she laughed.
The next strike was lighter but, coming on top of Michael's earlier heavy ones, it was agony. Again, then again.
'Hurts does it slave,' my unfaithful wife laughed. 'Just think what will happen if you really piss him off. I used to love watching his uncle John punish you. It was always such a turn on. So much so that it went a little too far sometimes. There were a couple of occassions we got a little too near the edge weren't there ? That's another reason why Michael is going to be so good for us. He doesn't have his uncles nasty streak. He has to work quite hard to hurt you when I ask him to you know.'
Fuck ! Was I supposed to feel sorry for the guy ?
'In future your punishments are going to lean more to the psychological rather than the physical. But don't expect to get away with anything. Michael is completely determined to ingratiate himself with me and he knows that to do that he must master my slave. You just make sure that you work equally hard to help him. Show total respect for him as you do for me and you'll be fine. Now where was I ? Oh yes...'
Whack ! Whack ! Whack !
I was imencely glad when Michael came back and she threw down the cane to take a chilled glass of bubbly from him.
'Are you enjoying yourself ?' he asked her.
'Yes but I'm afraid there's just no way I can hit as hard as you darling. Will you take over again for me ?'
'No problem.'
Shit, not again !
'And no crying slave, ' she insisted. 'Have some shred of self respect. Take your punishment like a man'.
My head in her lap once more she stroked my face through her dirty knickers while the blows rained down on my sore defenceless feet once more. Stupidly I tried not to cry. I actually wanted to prove to her that I was still a man, not a snivelling sissy.I had no where to go though, escape was no more an option than was pity from from my unfaithful wife and her determined young lover. Nevertheless, I tried. Wrenching at my bonds I screamed and pleaded. Tossing my head from side to side I tried to find a leg hole in the knickers over my face. If I could make eye contact with my wife then surely I could make her see my pain, make her take pity on me. Unfortunately she took hold of my thrashing head and held it still while instructing her lover. 'Harder babe ! Again ! Oh yes I think he really felt that one ! Do it again. Now three quick ones. Oh yes I love it when you make him scream. He's starting to cry too, I can feel him sobbing.Listen to him begging through his gag. It's pathetic isn't it ? He knows now my darling. He knows who's in charge. He knows who I belong to.'
Finally he stopped. 'I think that should do the trick,' I heard him gasp. I could hear the excitement in his voice. He was breathing nearly as hard as I was !
'Oh babe ,' my wife moaned, 'Don't stop yet. I was really enjoying that. Five more. Give him five really good ones. No. Five each foot, thats ten. Give the little shit ten of the best.'
'Alright, why not,' he sighed. He was trying as hard as I was to impress her. We both loved her, both wanted her to love us. Unfortunately for me, I had no chance. She didn't want bravardo or manliness from me. She wanted surrender. Complete and absolute surrender.
I felt her lean forward to kiss my forhead with her gorgeous full lips. I felt the heat of those lips even through the several layers if silk she held tight around my face.
'It's ok slave,' she whispered. You can cry now. Let it out, let it all out. You are not a man, you don't have to try to act like one. Cry slave. Cry your heart out for me.'
I was sobbing uncontrollably before the first strike landed. It was as if her words, spoken so softly, so cruel and yet the closest thing to compassion she had shown me for so long, had opened a flood gate. It all came pouring out. I was lost. Reality blurred. The pain in my feet. The cruelty of my darling wife. Her soft embrace as she held me to her soothing my forehead while, at the same time, encouraging her young lover to hit me harder. I felt like I was floating away. I'd never felt more helpless. I'd never been more in love with her. Through my sobbs, floating toward me on waves of emotion I became aware of her words, 'You have no idea how turned on I am right now my sissy cuckolded chastified excuse for a husband. I think I'm going to cum right here and now. Right here and...ohhhhhhhhhhh !'
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humanchair
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# Posted: 19 May 2008 09:10:19
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hot...very hot 
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blue179
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# Posted: 22 May 2008 18:44:11
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I intended to bring this tale to an end but lots of things have been happening that I think you guys would like to know. I'm going to be very busy this weekend, more of that later, but I will make a real effort to get some writing done after that. That is if there is still enough interest in my story ?????
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benjamin13
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# Posted: 22 May 2008 19:55:00
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Yeah, I'm still waiting for the next part !
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without
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# Posted: 23 May 2008 06:26:20
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Plenty of interest here blue. Your story has me going up and down like a yo yo..LOL
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humanchair
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# Posted: 23 May 2008 07:29:32
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yes! please let us know everything! we are very interested in reading more.
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wimpcuckneedsowner
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# Posted: 23 May 2008 20:25:37
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must..... have...... more..... , need.... more...
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blue179
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# Posted: 28 May 2008 13:46:28
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As her orgasm subsided my wife realised that I was still sobbing and crying out for her mercy. Michael was still beating my swollen feet. 'It's ok sweetheart,' she told him, 'You can stop now. I think we showed him who's in charge around here'.
As the blows stopped I gasped and heved to draw enough air into my lungs to thank her over and over again. The fact that she was responsible for the beating in the first place was gone from my head. All I knew right then was that she had stopped it. She had stopped the pain and I loved her for it. My sore throat burned as I tried to tell her how much I loved her.
Ignoring my grateful adoration she pushed my head off her lap and stood up on visibly shaky legs. Michael held her as she kissed him, thanking him for disciplining her slave. Going into the bathroom she returned with a towel and what looked like a funnel. She pulled the dirty knickers from my face and mouth before lifting my head and placing the towel under it. I thought she was making some small consession to my comfort and I began crying again, this time in pathetic gratitude. I soon found I was mistaken.
Placing the end of the funnel in my mouth she then stood looking down at me. Leaning back into her lovers chest as his arms came around her, she carressed the side of my face with her foot. 'Oh there there slave,' she soothed, 'Don't cry. It's over.......for now. How long it is before your master beats you again depends on how well behaved you are. If you learn quickly and accept things for how they are, it might be.....oh minutes, or even a few hours.' They both laughed as she used her tiny perfect toes to wipe away my tears.
'Now listen carefully sissy boy,' she went on, 'We've decided to let you have the honour of spending the night in our bedroom, with us. But.....only if you make yourself useful. You do want to be useful to me don't you slave?'
'Yes maam,' I mumbled around the sides of the funnel and nodded.
'Good, because if you stop being useful to me I just might have to throw you out of my house, and you wouldn't want that would you?'
'No maam, please maam, I'll be very useful,' I promised in garbled fashion.
'Good. So, the thing is, your master and I are very tiered now. It's such a long way for us to walk to the bathroom, even though it is en-suite,' she laughed. 'That's why we thought that maybe you could help out. If either of us gets caught short, instead of that long walk to the toilet, we could use you. After all, you are our slave, aren't you ?'
I nodded my head resignedly.
'And......if you are a good slave and don't spill a single drop on my towel, I will give you a little reward.'
'Oh shit, here it comes,' I thought, knowing how cruel she could be.
Imagine my surprise then when she continued.
'How about,' she paused dramatically,' How about, I let you splatter my gorgeous feet with cum ?'
'What ?' Were my ears deceiving me ?
'Don't look so shocked slave. It's been a steep learning curve for you and I know it hasn't been easy. I thought maybe some positive reinforcement might be a good idea. And I know how much you love my feet. So what do you think?'
Fuck ! What did I think ? Fuck !
'There is just one little condition though slave,' she added.
'Oh now,' I thought, 'Here it comes !' But I was wrong again.
'If I let you spurt cum all over my sexy little feet you have to lick it up and thank both me and Michael for the priveledge.'
I was nodding like mad. No problem ! I even forgot the pain in my own brutalised feet.
'And you have to mean it,' she added, 'You have to be completely sincere when you thank us. If either of us doubts you....well, I'm sure Michael's caning arm will be well rested by then.'
Still nodding, smiling, blubbering my promises and thanks like the pathetic excuse for a man I'd become. My long imprisoned cock was battering at the steel walls of its prison as my purple nused balls ached with renewed frustration. Despite all that I wanted to laugh out loud with relief. Finally ! I loved her ! I wanted so desperately for her to know how much.
'Alright calm down silly. Remember you have a job to do first. I'm sure you'll do your best won't you slave. Now we are going to get into bed. You just make sure you don't let me down. You are my toilet tonight, nothing more. Remember that. Now goodnight slave'.
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# Posted: 28 May 2008 18:51:29
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They both fell asleep quite quickly and after a while my jaw was aching from holding the funnel. i was beginning to think that I would get away with not having to deal with drinking their piss when I heard someone get out of bed. In the dim moonlight penetrating the curtains I could see it was my wife. That was a relief. Given the choice I would far rather drink my own wife's offering than her lover's.
Without a word she knelt over my face, her thighs just touching the rim of the funnel. Tightening the seal of my lips round the end tube of the funnel I waited. Eventually there was a short spurt and the dry salty taste of urine hit my tongue. I swallowed as another spurt hit the plastic and funneled down into my throat. Then, with a sgh of release my mistress released what felt like a torrent. I swallowed as quickly as possible, pressing my tongue against the end of the tube to halt the flow whilst I took quick breaths of air before releasing another mouthful and repeating the process. Eventually she was finished and rose to wander sleepily back to bed and into the warm embrace of her lover.
I was still swallowing the last of her deposit when I heard him stirring. My wife's trip to relieve herself must have woken him and now he felt the same need to empty his bladder. As her stood over me I realised that from the height he would be pissing it was inevitable that some would splash out of the funnel and onto the towel. In a panic my mind raced to think of some way to warn him or persuade him to kneel down. Fortunately, I need not have worried. He knelt at the top of my head and aimed his flaccid but still impressive organ at the funnel in my mouth. The funnel still wet from his woman's earlier visit. My stomache grumbled in disgust as I contemplated my fate. I had to think hard to convince myself I could do this. It would be worth it many times over for the reward I would soon receive from my darling wife.
Unlike his lover, Michael's release was immediate. Like a fire hose he let loose into the funnel. I was panicing so much that the funnel was going to overflow that I nearly let it slip from my lips. Catching it just in time, I swallowed like my life depended on it ! Over and over again. Twice, to my temporary relief, he stopped. Each time though, he started again. By the time he stood to go back to bed, my stomache felt bloated and, for the first time, I began to worry about what would happen when I needed to piss. Surely that would not be long now.
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# Posted: 28 May 2008 19:02:10
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By the time my wife and her lover were stirring I was desperate. I needed to pee, desperately ! I knew though that pissing all over her bedroom floor was not going to put my wife in the mood to grant me my reward. So I held it.
Imagine my despair when she once more knelt over my face and smiling sweetly, released her morning deluge into the funnel. The sound of the liquid hitting the plastic funnel nearly beat my concentration. I tried desperately to think of something else. I had to hold on, I had to !
Then, just to improve matters, he knelt in front of her with his dick hanging into the funnel and added his salty offering to hers.
So there I lay, sweating with the strain of holding my own urine whilst frantically swallowing that of my wife and her lover.
As I looked up I could see them kissing. They were ignoring me completely, treating me as a toilet. Wow ! A new low for me then ! Just when I was beginning to think I couldn't possibly get any lower !
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# Posted: 28 May 2008 19:30:22
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As the kissing got more passionate I saw his hand go to her breast to tweek her sensitive nipples. Her hand dropped to his still leaking cock and she swirled it around creating a mini whirlpool of piss within the funnel.
Finally, he was empty and they both rose so that she could lead him by his now swelling manhood, back to the bed.
Fuck ! I didn't have time for them to start this ! I needed to piss. Now !
How I held it I'll never know. Luckily she came very quickly and, for some reason, insisted that she didn't want him to. So the relief when I was finally untied and allowed to crawl to the bathroom was indescribable ! I couldn't stand on my legs as they had gone to sleep. Not that I could have stood the pain of standing on my poor swollen soles anyway. To add to my torment I was not allowed to use thier en-suite either. I had to crawl all the way down the hall to the main bathroom. I actually started pissing as soon as I was through the bathroom door. I couldn't help myself ! Luckily it was a vinyl floor and I managed to wipe it without my wife being any the wiser before I heard her calling me back to the bedroom.
As I entered, still on my knees, I could see her gorgeous naked soles as she lay on the bed resting her feet on the metal bed frame end. Using the same metal frame for support I was able to rise to stand on my painfully throbbing feet. If I had not been so focussed on my upcoming reward I would probably have been panicing that Michael had done permanent damage to me. As it was, I stared fixedly at those beautiful feet. Wriggling her toes teasingly my wife congratulated me, 'I'm very pleased with you slave. You appear to make a much better toilet than you do a man or a husband. Perhaps we've found your true calling.'
'Yes maam, thank you maam,' I mumbled, unable to tear my gaze from those dainty little feet.
'Now, you remember what I promised you as a reward slave ? Let's have a look at that towel'.
Michael held it up, 'Dry as a bone,' he said.
'Phew,' I thought for a minute he might have wet it himself whilst I was in the other bathroom emptying my bladder of their piss. It would be just like him, and definitely just like her. But no, I was in the clear !
'So, what did I promise you slave?'
'Please maam,' I gushed, 'You said I could cum on your feet'.
'Well that's not exactly true is it,' she smiled. 'What I said was that I would let you splatter my feet with cum. I did not say who's cum it would be did I ?'
'Oh no ! Please no! ' The room was spinning as a cold shiver ran up my back. 'Not again please, not again !' I tthought.
'So who's cum do you think most desrves to coat your mistresses gorgeous feet slave ? Who's cum do you think your mistress would like on her feet ?'
I couldn't trust myself to speak.
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# Posted: 30 May 2008 10:50:54
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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
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blue179
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# Posted: 31 May 2008 17:13:07
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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 !
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blue179
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# Posted: 31 May 2008 17:59:20
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'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 ?
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# Posted: 1 Jun 2008 11:53:24
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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.
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# Posted: 1 Jun 2008 13:26:02
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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.
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# Posted: 1 Jun 2008 14:03:03
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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.
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# Posted: 2 Jun 2008 07:37:42
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Wow! I think you came into your own on this one! Just keeps getting better, thank you..
Fantastic, no pun intended!
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# Posted: 10 Jun 2008 03:25:47
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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
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# Posted: 10 Jun 2008 03:25:53
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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
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blue179
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# Posted: 10 Jun 2008 22:29:20
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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.
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# Posted: 10 Jun 2008 22:45:49
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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.
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# Posted: 15 Jun 2008 12:24:42
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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?'
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# Posted: 15 Jun 2008 12:56:12
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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.
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# Posted: 15 Jun 2008 13:11:53
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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 !
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# Posted: 15 Jun 2008 14:04:57
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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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# Posted: 15 Jun 2008 19:04:49
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Fantastic additions! Can't wait to see what happens next.
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# Posted: 22 Jun 2008 14:02:27
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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'.
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# Posted: 22 Jun 2008 15:01:04
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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'.
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# Posted: 22 Jun 2008 15:32:10
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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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