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# Posted: 27 Jun 2008 11:45:37
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great story blue..I look forward to reading more! Thank you!
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# Posted: 28 Jun 2008 19:04:56
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Mr Hudson proved a devoted teacher with a fanatical love of corporal punishment. No matter what I did or how well I did it there would always be the lecture on my poor behaviour, the stories of his past carreer as woodwork and metalwork teacher in a grama school for boys and then finally, the inevitable slippering.
One day he told me he had a surprise for me and had me follow him into his garage. Once there he proudly showed me his most recent projects. One was a large wooden x-shaped cross with thick leather straps atatched. Its purpose was obvious as he secured me to it face forward. Expecting the slipper to apear any time soon I steeled myself and tried to relax. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt the searing sting of a bamboo cane bite into the tops of my thighs. I was told to shut up and given a lump of leather to bite down on. My punishment was to be twelve of the best. Any noise from me would result in the offending strike being repeated. Twice I failed to hold in my scream, so fourteen was the eventual result. I was left shaking and sweating as Mr Hudson fixed himself a stiff drink. His reward for a job well done, as he put it.
His second project was a steel barred cage which was bolted to the floor. When he told me to get into it I thought he must have miscalculated, it was tiny. He insisted though and eventually I managed to force myself inside. The door was slammed shut and padlocked.
'I hope your comfortable boy. I'm going to be doing some entertaining so you can expect to be in there for some time. Here is some paper and a pencil, I want you to write out in your best handwriting, one thousand times - I am very sorry for not coming up to the high standards that Mr Hudson demands of me and promise to try much harder in future'.
I had to reach my hands through the bars and rest the paper on the concrete garage floor. I had filled just over a page when I heard the door bell. Shortly after Mr Hudson walked into the garage with my wife.
'Yes Tom,' she said to him, smiling at my predicament, 'Here will be perfect'.
He was carrying a large quilt which he laid on the floor. My wife knelt on it to take a close look at what I was writing. She laughed and told Mr Hudson he was a hard taskmaster. Then, to my astonishment, she stood and stripped off her clothes. Draping her jeans and blouse over my cage she stood there hands on hips, watching Mr Hudson do the same.
'No way !' I thought. 'No way was she going to do anything with him. He was a fat old man ! It was disgusting !'
She lay down on the soft quilt and waggled her finger for him to join her. 'Come and get it big boy !' She laughed.
He didn't need telling twice ! In a shot he was beside her. His hairy overweight body made a startling contrast to her smooth slim curves. I watched spellbound as he kissed her, his shaggy beard covering the bottom half of her face. Soon she turned over and laid face down. 'Its all yours Headmaster.' She told him.
He had to get up to retrieve a bottle of baby lotion from the pocket of his discarded trousers. His erection bobbed from the mass of tightly curled pubic hair below his distended belly. I wondered perversely how he was going to get close enogh to penetrate her with that huge belly in the way.
The answer came as my darling conservative wife raised herself into doggy position and presented her rear to this old pervert. I watched in horror and jealousy as he lubricated her tight little ass hole with lotion before doing the same to his straining knobbly cock. Then, positioning himself behind her he guided his old cock into my beautiful wife's most secret place. She groaned in obvious pleasure as he penetrated her and I watched her toes curl inside her cute fluffy sports socks, the only item of clothing she wore.
His rhythm was slow and tentative to begin but soon increased in both tempo and strength. Her moans joined with his to fill the room. Tears filled my eyes as my desperate cock filled its tubular prison. The woman I loved, my soulmate, my darling, taken roughly like some beast in a field. I should have hated her for doing this but I didn't. I felt sorry for her. In her quest to tease and deny me, to torture me with her sluttish behaviour, to convince me she could and would give herself to any and all men she chose except me, she was even prepared to do it with him, a fat old man. I loved her even more for sacrificing herself for me, for the sake of our game.
Dropping my tightly clasped pencil I reached out my hand and found that I could just reach her foot. Her beautiful white socked foot. I needed to touch her, to let her know I knew what she was doing, that she was doing it for me.
I was heartbroken when she immediately kicked my hand away,' Get off me you fucking wimp !' She cried. 'How dare you touch me ?'
On hearing her, Mr Hudson stopped his thrusting and turned to me, a look of shear anger on his face, 'Young man, I suggest you mind your manners. When your betters are enjoying themselves you stay out of the way until you are needed. Drawing my attention to you is not a good idea, as you should know by now. Now get on with those lines. I will be checking them just as soon as I'm finished savouring the delights of your Mistress's beautiful little behind'.
The rutting continued as I tried to blot it from my awareness and concentrate on my writting. It was impossible. He was like a huge wild boar raping a young virgin. A virgin who yelled and screamed encouragement. I was glad when they eventually collapsed in a heaving sweating mound. I hoped he hadn't crushed her under him, all I could see was her long silky legs sticking out. I was relieved when he rolled off her and she got up to get dressed. He lay watching her till she was ready then got up to show her out.
Now that the show had ended my attention could turn to my unbearably uncomfortable positon. Muscle screamed for relief, one leg had gone to sleep, even breathing was difficult. I was glad it was over. Getting out of that tiny cage would be such a relief!
I was surprised when my wife ran back into the garage. Taking the pencil and paper from me she wrote on the page.
'I'm changing the wording a little slave,' she explained, 'You will copy this now however many times you need to in order to reach your total'.
'Yes maam,' I answered as she placed the paper back in front of me.
'The Headmaster and I are going to have a nice cup of tea while I rest my sore ass. So you should have plenty of time to finish. While you are writing think about your cute little wife taking big old hairy headmasters cocks'.
As she skipped out I looked down at what she had given me to copy. It read, 'I very much enjoyed watching Mr Hudson take my Mistress's ass and I hope he will do the same to me soon'.
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# Posted: 29 Jun 2008 13:31:06
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I wrote the lines, all of them. When he collected them he just glanced at them and walked out, switching the light off behind him. I spent the most uncomfortable night of my life squashed inside that cage fretting over his reaction when he read what my wife had made me write. It was never mentioned. Not the next day when he released me or any of the times afterwards when I did his housework. The lectures went on as did the punishments. Sometimes he made use of the wooden cross and occassionaly the metal cage. If my wife let him have her again I never saw it. He always spoke highly of her and seemed to really get angry that I never proved myself worthy of her.
Otherwise, my life as a slave continued. Some days my Mistress ignored me completely. Other days she was like a woman possessed. Nothing I did was good enough. She screamed and yelled at me, called me names andslapped my face. For example, one Sunday I spent all day washing and ironing clothes, both hers and her lovers. They spent the morning in bed while I was up and busy at 6am. Once they were up they pestered me with demands for food and drinks as they lounged around watching movies. Despite their interuptions I had everything done and was carrying a huge pile of freshly ironed clothes upstairs to put them away. I didn't see her coming down the stairs and got in her way. Flying into a rage she threw the clothes all over the stairs and kicked them all over, stamping on them and calling me a useless faggot. I could only kneel submissively and watch, waiting for her to finish. Eventually she walked over to me and told me to do the lot again before spitting in my face.
Still, attention is attention. I was so starved of it that I preffered her anger and abuse to being ignored. So why did I put up with it ? There were times, rare ones its true, but times when she was just so sexy. She would give me looks as she paraded in front of me wearing the most sexy things. She would whisper comments about her lover and how good he was in bed. She would have me beg her for relief in front of him then laugh in my face before leading him off to her bedroom. The atmosphere on those occassions was just so thick with lust !
Even so, I was beginning to wonder, after all that time, just when she was going to bring this game to an end. Surely we had gone about as far as we could. What else was there ? I'd suffered every possible tease and torment. Surely it had to end soon ?
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# Posted: 2 Jul 2008 15:21:00 · Edited by: benjamin13
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Please more !
I can't wait for sequels !
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# Posted: 8 Jul 2008 10:33:41
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high heel devotion love it. !!!! thanks for all you have shared.
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blue179
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# Posted: 8 Jul 2008 21:51:04
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More to cum guys, as soon as I get time !
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# Posted: 12 Jul 2008 17:04:17
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THE REVELATION :-
She had trailed me around shops all day, making me watch as she tried on several sexy outfits. Then I had to sit in the car and wait while she visited the hairdressers. I wondered what the special occassion was.
Once we were home she dissappeared into her bedroom and I heard the bath running. It was two hours later when she walked into the lounge. I was polishing the coffee table, dressed as usual in my maids uniform, leg cuffs in place. I could not fit the wrist cuffs myself and had not dared to ask her to do them. It was obvious she had not wanted to be disturbed.
'Why are you improperly dressed slave,' she asked. 'You know the rules. Bring me your wrist cuffs immediately.'
She soon had them fitted and adjusted both them and my ankle cuffs till I had very little free movement left. How was I supposed to perform my duties to the exacting standards she demanded when I could only move around in tiny shuffling baby steps and could not raise my hands beyond chest level ? I knew better than to ask though.
'There now. I know they are very short but that's your punishment for not wearing them,' she stated. 'Of course I'll also have to inform your master about your dissobedence. I'm sure he will be dealing with you in his own way when we get out of bed tommorrow. Now come here.'
I shuffled after my wife as quickly as I could. Now that she had hr back to me I dared to raise my eyes to take in her full appearance. She was gorgeous! Her hair was immaculate in its new sexy style. The new dress clung to all the right curves. Her long legs were exquisitely shown off through the thin silk of her stockings. Her high heeled sandals made her taller than me until she sat gracefully on the leather couch. Not wanting to offend her by having my head higher than hers I immediately knelt, staring down humbly at her red painted toes visible through the darkened reinforced toe ends of her stockings. They were perfect and so feminine. She was perfect. Oh and the smell of her perfume !
'Snap out of it pervert,' she scolded. 'Michael will be here soon. We are going out to cellebrate. At least I hope we'll be cellebrating. That's why I had to make the extra effort. I need to bait the hook. I intend to land my catch tonight, once and for all'.
What was she talking about I wondered?
'If everything goes well tonight I will be telling Michael that I love him'.
Yea, I thought. So what? You've done that tease before.
'Understand me slave,' she went on, 'This is not a pretence to tease you. I have actually fallen in love with him. For real. I'm telling you because.....well, despite everything, you are still, technically, my husband. So, I guess you should know when your wife is in love wth another man'.
To say I was stunned would be an understatement! I had a cold feeling in the pit of my stomache. Every hair on my body was standing up. My heart was pounding fit to burst from my chest. She was joking she had to be!
'If I get the reaction from him that I'm hoping for, I'm going to ask him to move in too.It will save him having to travell to see me. We can spend much more time together. Don't look so shocked slave. You must have known this was coming. Its the natural next step for all of us. You know how much I love having him around. He makes me so happy. And I want to prove to him that you are really my full time slave. I think he wonders if I let you go back to being my husband when he's not around. I can't blame him really. Who would believe that any man would accept living the life you do, taking all that abuse, all that frustration, full time. But you do don't you sweety?'
She leaned forward as she spoke and slid her perfectly manicured hand up my stockinged leg. Meeting the impenetrable wall of my chastity shield she tapped it with her long nails.
'I bet it turns you on. I bet that useless little clitty of yours is bursting to get out right now. I bet the idea of me loving Michael and moving him in here to permanently take your place has you just about passing out with lust doesn't it?'
I couldn't argue with that. She knew me too well.
'Think how intence this is going to get for you now slave. Twenty four hours a day of teasing and frustration. Twice the work for you to do. Two demanding owners to abuse and punish you. No let up. No rest. Full time slavery. Full time teasing. Full time sexual hell on earth. You're going to love it aren't you?'
'Yes maam,' I answered, wondering how the hell I was going to cope with this.
'Oh, and one other thing before he gets here. I did mention to Michael once before about him moving in. He might have been joking but I don't think so....He said he would only move in if I had you castrated'.
WHAT !!!!!!!!
'I think it's a confidence thing. You know he's only young. I think it would help him realise that there is only going to be one man in the house and that's him. He needs to be sure that you could never challenge him for my affections. You can see why he might feel that way can't you?'
WHAT !!! NO I FUCKING COULDN'T ACTUALLY ! I just knelt there though - a stupid fucking look on my face !
'Don't worry,' she soothed, removing her hand from my leg and brushing a speck of fluff from her dress. 'I'm not going to cut it off with a rusty knife or anything'.
Well that was a fucking relief!
'No silly. That's too old fashioned. I can get the necessary medicines from the internet. Probably just a little pill for you take once a day. We could all watch your little thing shrivel up completely. Let's face it, it's not much use to anyone anyway, is it?'
Finally I found my tongue, 'But maam, I thought....'
'Sh now silly. Don't you dare spoil my mood and make me angry. I've been very pleased with your efforts lately. You are really starting to show signs of becoming a worthwhile slave. I'm proud of you. More proud than I was of you as a man or a husband that's for sure'.
OUCH !
'That's why chemical castration is such a good idea silly. I know how difficult it is for you seeing me with Michael, watching us loving each other, knowing how much incredible sex we are having while you get none at all. Well, think how much worse its going to be when he moves in. It will be just unbearable for you sweety. With the chemicals working your sex drive will reduce until it becomes non existant. You won't have to face every day longing for something you can't have. It's a ay out for you baby. The only way out. Of course you'll still love me and be jealous of Michael. You'll still be used and abused by us. But the desperate frustration will be gone, leaving just your desire to serve us, to please me. You understand don't you sweetheart'.
My eyes were streaming hot tears as she spoke. I felt her hand on my cheek as she smiled and brushed one away.
'Neither of us could have known where this would end baby. If we had would we still have done it? I don't know. I think I would. Probably you would too wouldn't you?'
I shrugged my shoulders. Not this. Not castration. What next? What else was this woman going to take from me?
'Cheer up silly. I won't be doing anything you don't want me to. In fact, if you decide.....no, scratch that. when you decide that you can't take the frustration a minute longer you can come to me and beg me to give you the tablets. Maybe I'll ignore you, let you suffer a little longer before I give in. Then, eventually I'll let you have one. Then, the next day and every day after, you can beg me to give you another tablet to take away your manhood. What's left of it that is.'
That gave me some small relief. No way was I ever going to ask her to chemically catrate me, no way! She obviously thought otherwise though.
'On that day, the day I start giving you those tablets.... I'm going to give you one more. My birth control pills. You can take them instead of me. They will make sure any last vestiges of mailness are done away with. Maybe you might even grow some little breasts to fill out your uniform.'
She was laughing. She was fucking laughing. What about pregnancy risk? Was she going to make Michael start using condoms again? Anyway, it didn't matter. I would never ask, never.
'I want to give Michael the ultimate gift. Once he knows I love him, that my love is real, that I never want you to touch me ever again, that I'm really his for ever, then I want to have his baby. I know he loves kids. If I don't give him one he might end up leaving me for someone who will. So I want to do it. I want to be the mother of his child. We'll make a beautiful chld I know we will'.
I was horrified. How could she seriously think about this? How could she even joke about it? As forgot the rules and loked up into her adorable green eyes she stared back at me.'
'It would be so final,so absolute wouldn't it slave. You would have no doubt then where you stood would you. And neither would my darling Michael.'
How pathetic I must have looked right then. Kneeling in front of my darling wife of over twenty years as she spoke of her devotion to another man whilst the tears poured down my face, my shoulders heaved as I sobbed quietly and my hips bucked uselessly at thin air in a pathetic vain attempt to gain some relief from my sexually frustrated hell. Maybe I should ask her for those pills. Maybe it was all I had left to me.
Even then in those appalling circumstances my love for her shone through. I was her devoted slave...always.....no matter what. I loved her more than I ever had. Quietly I mumbled my request. I begged her permission to kiss her gorgeous feet. To revel in my pathetic abject devotion. To give myself to her, body and soul.
'Don't be ridiculous,' she snapped. 'Do you think I spent all day making myself perfect just to let a useless excuse for a slave slaver all over me? Forget it.'
A car horn sounded outside and she stood to leave.
'Of course I will be mentioning to your master that you tried to have me break his rules. You tried to touch me and you looked me in the face. If I were you I wouldn't count on being able to sit down for a long time after he deals with you tomorrow.'
The horn sounded again. Who did he think he was expecting her to drop everything and rush out there to him? What was I thinking? She was his now. No doubt existed. I'd lost her.
As she walked to the door she told me to be a good boy and make sure her bed was turned down, soft lights on and champaign in an ice bucket beside her bed before I retired to my sleeping bag in the garage.
For a long while I stayed there, kneeling, staring at the place where she had sat to bloww me away with her revelations. Eventually I leaned forward and kissed the leather of the settee. I lay my face against it, feeling the warmth left behind by her cute little ass, the ass that used to be mine and mine alone. My tears wet the leather as my hips once more began their dance of frustrated love and my hands beat uselessly against my infernal chastity shield.
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# Posted: 14 Jul 2008 06:59:23
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What another great twist! I am excited to read more!
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# Posted: 19 Jul 2008 14:57:32
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THE WEDDING :-
He had only been living with us three weeks when she told me she wanted to marry him! She told me not to panic - who was panicing ? You hear that kind of thing every day right ? - she would not be divorsing me. She would keep her promise. She would never leave me and never divorse me, unless I asked her to. What she wanted was to be able to make a formal commitment, to demonstrate to her lover that she really was choosing him over me, that he could rest assured that he was her man now. Also she wanted to make it clear to me that this was not a game anymore. It had gone way past that. She would never betray me. Everything had to be with my consent. Her ultimate loyalty rested as always with me, her husband, but that did not mean she could not fall in love with another man, make me her slave and take him as her number one. It sounds strange, even wierd, but that was where we were. I loved her even more for treating me that way. I loved seeing her take full advantage of the freedom I had granted her. I loved her treating me like a slave, an amusement, a convenience. She was a goddess. To be her utterly devoted slave was all I needed and everything I had ever wanted. I needed to put her on a pedestal, to worship her. I could never be worthy of her. I could only wait patiently for those occassions when she saw fit to notice me and then bathe in the sweetness of her contempt. I loved her even more for insisting on my aproval and I took great pride in being able to grant it.
The wedding had to be done properly, or as properly as was possible. We needed someone to officiate, witnesses, a wedding dress, ceremony, honeymoon, the works. First though, we needed a divorce. This was carried out next door at Mr Hudson's house. As an ex-headmaster he was as near as we had to a judge or a registrar. He sat behind his desk. My wife sat in a chair in front of the desk to tell him that I had failed her as a husband. I was unable to perform my marital duties and had forced her into the arms of another man. Mistress Julie gave evidence to confirm my staus as a complete wimp. She went on to tell 'the judge' what a wonderful person my wife was and how she deserved to be happy, with a real man. My wife went on to explain to 'the judge' what a pervert I was and how I got off on wearing her clothes and being spanked. Mr Hudson feined disgust and kept giving me looks of contempt and disgust as I knelt at my wife's side naked except for my chastity tube and cover plate, hands and legs cuffed, ball gag in place. I was given no oportunity to respond. Mr Hudson simply decreed that, under the circumstances he was happy to grant my poor wife a divorse on condition that she spend the rest of her life enjoying everything I had denied her. Then, turning to me he told me what a pathetic excuse for a man I was. He said that I deserved to be locked up and the key thrown away for the way I had treated my gorgeous wife. However, my wife had asked him to be lenient and so he was prepared to reduce my sentence. I would serve a life sentence as my former wife's slave. She would have complete authority over me, even to the point of life and death. I would accept whatever she did to me and thank her for it.
After I had agred I was instructed to serve refreshments as they chatted and laughed about their little scene. When my wife and M. Julie went to leave I was called back by Mr Hudson and told that the other condition to my reduced sentence was a severe flogging, to be carried out immedietly. My wife laughed and just left me. M. Julie asked to stay as a witness to my punishment. She was not a witness for long as she soon joined in and the pair of them beat me without mercy as I squeeled and struggled against the straps that held me to the wooden cross in Mr Hudson's garage. Eventually M. Julie slipped off her knickers and tights and used them to gag me before laughingly continuing my torment. 'No wife to protect you now boy,' she teased. 'All alone aren't you slave. I could go on beating you till you pass out from the pain. I could kill you if I wanted to and nobody would give a shit would they. Don't worry though, I'm not going to. Not yet anyway. That would be too easy for you. I have a feeling you'll wish I had pretty soon though, slave boy'.
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# Posted: 20 Jul 2008 18:29:03
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When they finally grew tierd of me M. Julie and Mr Hudson untied me and threw me out. Naked, I limped quickly next door. My wife, or should I say, my ex-wife was on the phone to her lover Michael when I entered the kitchen. Seeing my tearful expression she just turned away and continued her conversation. It had been decided that the wedding ceremony would take place seven days after the divorce. To add to the excitement my Mistress and her lover had decided not to see each other for those seven days. It was obvious that they missed each other terribly.The phone calls were long and frequent, full of promises and exclamations of love and lust. Since he moved in Michael had been fucking my willing wife several times a day and she had gotten used to it. Now that he was out of her reach she was going crazy with frustrated lust. How did she think I felt!
Things were getting way too serious. I wasn't sure if my wife even remembered our game. I could not see how we could possibly go back to our old life now. I was depressed, frustrated and angry. The beating after the divorce was the last straw. I'd decided to call her bluff and ask her for the pills to begin my chemical castration. Either it would shock her back to reality or she would carry out her threat. Either way my frustation would be over. The constant aches in my balls and in my heart were more than I could stand another day.
As soon as she put down the phone I knelt in front of her,'Please Maam,' I began.
'Fuck off slave!' she spat and walked away.
I tried again and again but the most I got was her threat that she would be keeping Master Michael advised of my repeated breaking of the rules by daring to even speak to her.
M.Julie was a regular visitor and I overheard them many times talking about wedding dresses, rings and other preparations. The whole week my wife ignored me completely while M. Julie gave me knowing smirks. One night they both got slightly drunk and, after being granted the honour of serving M. Julie's beautiful pussy with my unworthy tongue, I spent the rest of the night running between bedrooms allowing them to use my mouth as a toilet. I was so terrified that one of them would start to pee before I could respond to her call that I actually ended up pissing myself, much to their drunken amusement.
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# Posted: 20 Jul 2008 18:48:33
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On the eve of the wedding ceremony I was called to my wife's bedroom. She was lieing naked on the bed and I stood red faced trying my best not to look at her. She was stunning. I'd forgotten just how beautiful she was. 'Last time slave,' she smiled. 'Last time you ever get to touch. How would you like to lick me? All over, every inch. Between my toes, under my arms, between my ass cheeks, even my pussy. The pussy I give to another man tomorrow. The pussy you loose tomorrow. Forever'.
'Yes maam, thank you. It would be an honour maam,'I sputtered.
'Of course it would. But first I think there's something you want to ask me. You'd better do it now. I don't know if your master will ever let you speak to me again after tomorrow. You know how possessive he is. So come here. Kneel at my bedside and beg like the good slave you're going to be for me and my new husband'.
'Please maam,'I whispered.
'Head up boy. I want to see your eyes when you ask'.
Lifting my head and gazing self conciously into the deep pools of her gorgeous eyes I gave my wife the last thing I had left to give. @please maam, please will you castrate me. Please .'
Tears were rolling down my face as she smiled sweetly.
'Are you offering my what's left of your manhood slave ? As a wedding present?'
'Yes maam. I can't stand it any longer. I give up. I'm yours to do with as you please'.
'You silly slave,' she laughed, 'You always were. Now the tablets are in my drawer. Bring one here and let me see you take it. And bring my birth control pills too. I can't wait to tell your master I'm going to give him a baby.'
I put both pills in my dry mouth but just couldn't swallow. She had me open my mouth and then spat three times into my throat. I swallowed. My castation was begun.
So much for calling her bluff! To hell with it then. If this was real, if this was what she really wanted, then I was better off without my sexual urges. The frusration was unbearable. The thought of it never ending was too much to bear. If the pills took that pain away then so be it. I would go on serving her as best I could for as long as se would have me. I loved her still. No matter what she did to me or took from me. I loved her completely. I would spend the rest of my life proving it. Not as a man. That option was closed to me now. Whatever happened I could never be a man to her again that was obvious. As her slave I would prove it. Whatever the cost.
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# Posted: 21 Jul 2008 12:29:26
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That was the best part yet! Can't wait for the wedding!
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blue179
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# Posted: 24 Jul 2008 19:40:08
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'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!'
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# Posted: 27 Jul 2008 19:52:41
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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.
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# Posted: 28 Jul 2008 21:36:09
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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!
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# Posted: 28 Jul 2008 22:03:04
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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'.
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# Posted: 28 Jul 2008 23:19:23
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Excellent update!
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# Posted: 29 Jul 2008 20:09:34
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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'.
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# Posted: 31 Jul 2008 14:51:16
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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:
http://www.real-rubberdoll.com/
and by searching around came across these sites that are either about these outfits or that sell them:
http://www.maskon.com/
http://www.femskin.com/
http://www.gummipuppen.de
http://www.gummipuppen.de/forum/
Do you know of any other sites or forums (esp ones in english)
Thanks for any info
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# Posted: 2 Aug 2008 15:27:54
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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.
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# Posted: 2 Aug 2008 15:56:31
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'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.
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# Posted: 3 Aug 2008 12:50:02
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'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.
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# Posted: 4 Aug 2008 22:57:52
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Quoting: blue179 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.
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?
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# Posted: 6 Aug 2008 19:42:43
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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.
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# Posted: 6 Aug 2008 20:19:20
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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.
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# Posted: 7 Aug 2008 19:33:38
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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!
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blue179
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# Posted: 7 Aug 2008 19:57:56
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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).
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blue179
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# Posted: 8 Aug 2008 19:34:03
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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!
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cuck4U
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# Posted: 11 Aug 2008 09:45:42
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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!
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morphism
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# Posted: 20 Aug 2008 04:08:06
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Can't wait for the next installment of this legendary saga. 
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