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benjamin13
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# Posted: 23 Aug 2008 17:23:34
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Come on Blue, we can't wait any longer !
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droppinby
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# Posted: 24 Aug 2008 14:57:08
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looking forward to the next part of your story blue. or have you run out of inspiration for your next chapter? i'm sure people could offer ideas if your struggling to think of something.
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blue179
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# Posted: 24 Aug 2008 15:53:53
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Don't worry guys, I've just been away for a while. Catch up later.
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humanchair
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# Posted: 30 Aug 2008 01:08:22
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please blue...i am dying to read more of this masterpiece.
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blue179
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# Posted: 30 Aug 2008 17:26:39
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Looking guitily over at my wife I was relieved to see she had not noticed. She was far too engrosed in her new young husband to worry about me. They lay for a long time slowly recovering from their bout of hot lovemaking. Eventually I could tell from the soft, even rhythm of their breathing that they were asleep. I was very tiered myself but there was no way I could sleep. I kept re-running my Mistress's threats through my mind. What she would do if I allowed myself to cum. She would find out I was sure. She would see the evedence when I undressed. The sperm would be there under my silicone body suit. Even if she missed that she would see it in my eyes. Shit what was I going to do?
I was relieved when M. Julie came in and collected me, having me follow her to the spare bedroom. I knew from the smell as she opened the door that she had put rubber sheets on the bed. The cruel bitch knew very well how much that smell turned me on. I was told to undress in front of her. I tried to turn away to hide the wetness at my groin but she insisted I face her. I just hoped that my sperm would be lost in the sweat that had soaked me head to toe. 'What's this slave?' she cried. 'If I'm not mistaken you've been a very naughty girl!' She ran a finger through the thick stickyness at my groin before forcing it into my mouth.
'Please maam, ' I pleaded. 'I didn't mean to ! I'm sorry ! Please don't tell her, please!'
'We'll have to see about that slave. Go and take a shower, you're disgusting. Then get back here. In fact, take this with you.' She handed me a metal cock cage. It was even smaller than my usual one. Surely I would never fit? 'You'd better make it a cold shower shit head. Even your tiny thing is going to be a sqeeze in this one.' She laughed. 'And be quick. If you keep me waiting too long I might get bored and decide to go and tell your Mistress what you've done.'
I showered and had the tiny tube in place in record time. Fear worked as well as the cold water to shrink my cock to a state where I could just manage to squeeze it into the tube before setting the interior spike through my piercing and clicking the integrated lock shut.
I spent the rest of the night worshipping M. Julie's body. I licked every inch of her, slurrped her soaking pussy to three orgasms and delved my aching tongue into her ass over and over. She had me plead with her not to tell. I had to promise to obey her in everything forever. I had to amuse her by telling her how much I loved and worshipped my Mistress and how it hurt me when she made love to Michael. Finally, as it was getting light outside, she fell asleep with most of her dainty right foot in my mouth.
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blue179
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# Posted: 31 Aug 2008 12:48:12
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I laid there at the bottom of her bed sweating profusely between the rubber sheets sucking the sweat from her feet while she slept. Eventually I dared to slip from the bed and take a shower. I dressed in my maids outfit and quickly did the tidying up downstairs.
At 9.45 I changed into my wife's old bridal gown and slipped next door. Mr Hudson had left a list of housework chores on the kitchen bench so I got to work on them hoping that M Julie and my Mistress and her lover would sleep in long enough for me to get finished. If they woke they would want tea and maybe breakfast and if I wasn't there to provide it I would be in trouble. The fact that Mr Hudson had ordered me to his house would not be considered a valid excuse I knew.
After about an hour Mr Hudson called me into his study. I took him a cup of tea and then stood while he drank it, staring over the cup at my stained white dress. Putting his cup down he addressed me, 'Now then slave, as to the matter of your behaviour yesterday. As head of ceremonies I feel it is my duty to see that you are suitably punished for your lack of attention. It seems you would rather stare at your Mistress's legs than listen to what anyone is saying to you. Hardly the sort of behaviour to be encouraged in a slave I think.'
'No sir, I'm sorry but.....'
'Did I give you permission to speak?'
Dropping my gaze to the floor I stood silent.
'That's better. You see, you do have the makings of a reasonably useful servant, we just need to whip you into shape don't we?'
In silence I curtsied respectfully.
'Good. Now remove your knickers and bend over my desk.'
Hoping to get my punishment over as quickly as possible I obeyed. This had become the regular ritual for punishments from Mr Hudson. I was surprised though when I felt my ankles being strapped to the desk's sturdy wooden legs. My hands were pulled forward and thin ropes used to pull them taught before being secured to the legs on the desk's opposite side. No gag was offered which gave me some hope that my beating might not be too severe. My dress was lifted at the bottom and thrown up over my back.
'You may thank me after each stroke slave.'
Ah, that was why no gag.
CRACK ! the heavy rubber soled slipper swatted my behind. 'Thank you sir.' CRACK ! again. After three strokes I was desperate to plead for mercy but I held my tongue knowing that to do so would only madden Mr Hudson and cause me further suffering. After six strokes tears were flowing freely over my cheeks. My voice shook as I thanked him. After ten I was openly sobbing.
I thought it was over when he threw the slipper down on the desk. He moved to the side into my line of vision so that I could see him rubbing the soft silk of my discarded knickers between the fingers of his right hand.
'Now that's out of the way, there is the matter of your lines.'
Oh fuck no ! I thought he'd forgotten about that. It was ages ago. I didn't think he'd even read them. My wife had made me write them. Why was he bringing it up now?
Bringing his left hand into view he showed me the lines I'd written whilst locked in the tiny cage in his garage. My wife had changed what he had ordered me to write and made me express the wish to be taken anally by him. The thought was completely repulsive. I'd done it to keep my wife happy. I didn't fucking mean it!
'So you relish the idea of getting a little of what I gave your sweet wife do you slave?'
'Sir, you don't understand, it was....'
'I understand very well boy, I can assure you.'
Shit ! What now? Another slippering? A caning?
'I don't normally agree with slaves being allowed to choose their rewards. ' He announced. 'However, I know things have been far from easy for you recently and, despite your many failings, I know you have tried hard to make your wife happy. Therefore, on this occassion only, I will grant your wish.'
The feel of cold lubricating jelly on my ass was a shock. I jumped and pleaded, 'Please sir!'
'I know, I know.' He answered. 'You are desperate to feel my manly cock inside your sissy ass, but first of all I want to give you this.' He placed a framed photo on the desk in front of my face. It was a picture taken yesterday of my gorgeous mistress in her sexy wedding dress, kissing her young lover as he slipped the ring on her finger.
'You can take it home with you and keep it beside your bed to remind you of that wonderful day. For now though, perhaps you would like to stare at it while I plunder your virgin slave ass.'
The weight of his fat stomache as he rested it on my back was matched only by the weight of my shame as I felt his hard cock slip past the initial resistance and into my private place. I felt violated, raped. I had given up so much in the name of our game, felt such shame and embarrassment, but this was the worst. Did she know? I stared at her face in the picture tortured by the thought that she was, even now lieing in what used to be my bed with her young lover, now husband, laughing about my predicament.
'There you go. Are you happy now slave? Now you've got a nice hard cock in your ass. Now you know how your Mistress felt when I gave it to her. I think you're even tighter than she was. Relax boy. Enjoy it while you can. If I read your wife correctly, this is the only sex life you're ever gonna have now. Still, if it's good enough for your sexy Mistress then it's good enough for scum like you right? Right!?'
'Yes sir.' I sobbed.
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cuck4U
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# Posted: 1 Sep 2008 00:01:15
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Blue, I for one am very happy that You are back and titillating us once again with Your incredibly lucky lifestyle! Thanks!
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blue179
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# Posted: 6 Sep 2008 13:04:58
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All I could think of was - does she know? Did my Mistress wife tell him to do this to me? Surely not. She knows I have no homosexual desires at all. But then maybe that would be reason enough. She had shown me over and over again just how cruel she could be. Wasn't this just another step in her total mastery of me?
His hairy legs rubbed up against the back of my stockinged thighs as he began to slowly thrust against me. His pubic hair felt like wire wool against my recently thrashed buttocks. His weight pressed me down onto the desk till I could barely manage to suck air into my lungs. Then I realised - despite all that - it felt good. His cock pushed up against my prostate causing intensely pleasurable ripples of sensation to crawl along my imprisoned cock. My overfilled ball ached as they cried out for release. If my hands had been free I would surely have reached down to yank at the cold unfeeling fattness of my chastity shield. Instead all I could do was cry out as the frustration and shame overwhelmed me.
'Ah, so you like it do you?' He teased. 'Lets see you moving that ass then shall we. Lets see if your as good a fuck as your wife. Or rather your Mistress. Come on slut, shake it!'
Tears of shame flowed down my cheeks as I found myself doing just that. His weight and my tied hands and ankles prevented anything but the tinyest of movements but I was desperate for more sensation. I needed him deeper! I needed him touching the sides. Fuck I needed him to spear me, tear my ass, anything I didn't care, I needed to cum!
His thrusting speeded up suddenly then the remaining air was forced from my lungs as he used all his weight to force me into the desk. With a loud below of triumph and release he filled my pulsing ass with his seed. It scolded me as it hosed my insides and I groaned too in frustation. I needed longer. I needed more. Don't stop, please don't stop!
As he peeled his sweating torso off my back I felt a stab of pain then a desperately empty sensation in my ass. He wiped his cock on my shivering cheeks before stumbling away to get himself a glass of whiskey from the cabinet.
He returned to stand behind me, one hand holding his glass, the other carressing my red and swollen ass cheeks. I felt his cum leaking out and running down my legs as he told me that this would be our little secret. He wouldn't tell my wife if I didn't. So she didn't know! Somehow I felt better about that. Then again, I had enjoyed it hadn't I?
Mr Hudson made me thank him for his time before releasing me. Then I had to kneel and kiss his shoes while he told me he had enjoyed taking my virgin ass. 'Not as good as your Mistress but you'll have to do now that she's married I suppose. Now go home and be a good slave, or you'll answer to me.'
'Yes sir, thank you sir,' I sputtered as I hurried to pull on my knickers and smooth down my dress. I curtsied and turned to leave, his deep throated laughter following me as I stumbled bandy legged along the hallway and out the door.
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blue179
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# Posted: 6 Sep 2008 16:45:22
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As I entered my own house through the back door my mind was buzzing with the knowledge of how low I'd sunk. My Mistress wife had me so desperate that I was not only prepared but eager to take it in the ass from a fat old man! No way was I going to let her find out. What would she think of me?
If I could just get to the shower and get cleaned up before anyone saw me. I crept through the kitchen, the slippery feel of spunk between my cheeks and the front of my knickers soaked with the pre cum that was still leaking from my caged cock. As I passed the lounge door I jumped as my Mistress called me. She was waiting in there for me! Shit!
'Please maam,' I stammered, may I shower first? I'm all dirty from doing Mr Hudson's housework.'
'No you may not slave, now come here at once'. Quickly I curtsied and walked over to kneel at her feet as she sat cross legged in an arm chair.
'Your master and mistress Julie have gone out, without breakfast, I might add. I dare say they will be speaking to you about that later'.
'But I had to go, I mean Mr Hudson, he told me...'
'Shut up! How dare you speak without permission?'
'I'm sorry maam'. As I hung my head I was suddenly overcome with the trauma of my experience. I began to cry. When my gorgeous Mistress slapped my face and told me to stop bubbling like a baby I just got worse. Eventually she asked me what was wrong. I told her. I told her everything despite my intention not to. I'd never hidden anything from her in all our years together. To do so now would be so wrong. It was probably all I had left of our relationship. So I told her. Everything except how turned on I had gotten by it.
Grabbing a handfull of my hair she asked me if I thought I was better than her. 'Of course not!' I protested.
'Then if Mr Hudson's cock is good enough for me it is surely more than good enough for you, isn't it?'
'Yes maam, of course but....' She was missing the point!
'Now listen to me boy,' she demanded. 'There is nothing I can't do to you. Similarly there is nothing my friends can't do to you. Do you understand? Julie and Mr Hudson have been so marvelous for us both. If you have to do something in return then you should regard that as a priveledge and an honour. Do I make myself clear? Now go and get cleaned up then report back here to me, naked. And don't you ever dare critisize or complain about any of my friends ever again. You are a slave. You are nothing to me or to them but a convenience, an amusement. You have no rights. The sooner you accept that the easier your life is going to be. Now go!'
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blue179
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# Posted: 7 Sep 2008 13:11:27
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I showered as quickly as possible focussing on getting rid of the cum that was still pouring from my sore ass. After drying off made my way downstairs, naked except for my cock tube and its stainless steel cover plate.
My Mistress wife was waiting for me seated in the lounge. She was wearing her purple silk robe and I stood transfixed for a moment by her beauty. As she crossed her legs the sound of her white stockinged legs rubbing together had my desperate cock straining futilely against its cruel confinement. Dropping to my knees I crawled to her and knelt staring in awe at her sexy purple mules. They had a fluffy purple feather on the strap that crossed the top of each foot and her tiny nylon encased toes poked out from underneath it, beconing to me, teasing me, calling for my devotion.
She was so beautiful, so perfect, so goddess-like. And I, I was such a low life. Less than a man, certainly not worthy to consider myself her husband. A few minutes ago I had been bent over a desk and but fucked by our neighbour. Her perfection just made me feel all the more disgusted with myself. How could she even bear to look at me?
'Did you enjoy the wedding slave?' She asked.
'Yes Maam, you looked incredible in your wedding dress'.
'Thank you slave. You looked very interesting in yours too'. She smiled.
'What about seeing Michael make love to me, how was that?'
'It was incredible Maam. You were so beautiful.' I answered truthfully.
'Yes, I must admit, I quite enjoyed having you there myself. I wanted you to see how we are together now. Michael and I. Your face was a picture. I could see all the emotions there. Jealousy, lust, love, frustration. Make no mistake, Michael gives me the most incredible orgasms anyway, but seeing you like that, It was so intense, I can't begin to explain it to you!'
'I'm glad I could play some role in your pleasure Maam'. I meant it too!
'Yes, but what about your pleasure slave? I hope you obeyed me and refrained from any disgusting little slavey orgasms. Well?'
Shit, I thought we'd got past this. I thought I'd gotten away with it. Had M. Julie said something to her? She was looking at me like she could see it written on my forehead. Before I could stop myself I was saying, 'Please Maam, I didn't mean to, I couldn't help it, you were so beautiful and I love you so much, I.....' Shit what had I done ?!
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blue179
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# Posted: 7 Sep 2008 13:31:57
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Taking my chin in her delicate hand she raised my face so that I was looking her in the eye. 'You know what I warned you would happen slave.'
'Please Maam, I'm sorry I just....'
'Quiet! You can think yourself very lucky that I'm in a good mood. If you had lied to me you would be in a whole word of pain right now slave. And then we'd be over, you and I. However, since you told the truth I'm going to be lenient with you. I'm going to stretch your punishment out for a very long time. I'm going to torture you for the rest of your misersble life in fact. Do you understand?'
'Yes Maam, thank you Maam'.
'Don't ever lie to me slave. Not ever. When I ask you a question you tell me the truth. You tell me everything. That way I can use the information to torture, humiliate and frustrate you all the more, can't I?'
'Yes Maam'.
'Good boy,' She soothed, stroking my face and wiping a tear from my cheek.
'Now then, Michael is out for the day so..... how would you like a little reminder of what you've given up?'
What was she talking about?
'You know I've taken away your husbandhood don't you. Not to mention your manhood. Some might even say your humanhood. Or should that be humanity? Anyway, you know what I mean. You have nothing now. No rights, no priveledges, nothing except the scraps I see fit to throw you from my table. Isn't that right slave?'
'Yes Maam, of course, but I don't care, I just want to love you, to serve you in any way you see fit'.
'I know that silly, but what if you forget? Can you even remember now what your life used to be like? Do you recall what it meant to be a man, to be my husband?'
It sounded like a trick question. Did she want me to remember?
'The thing is slave, if you forget all that then it won't hurt anymore. I'm afraid you'll just become so absorbed in your role as my slave that you won't be jealous any more. You won't ache for me, you won't desire me as a man. If that were to happen then I wouldn't want to do this any more. What would be the point?'
Where the hell was she going with this?
'How would you like to go to bed with me?'
WHAT !?
'Come on,' she took my hand and stood up. In a complete daze I stood too and she led me from the room and up the stairs. 'I want to show you what you are missing,' she laughed, as she noted my shocked expression.
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humanchair
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# Posted: 12 Sep 2008 03:06:52
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congratulations on over 100,000 views! Please continue this masterpiece
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blue179
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# Posted: 14 Sep 2008 14:55:41
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Once inside the, what I'd now come to think of as my Mistess's bedroom, she left go of my hand and searched her handbag. 'Ah, here we are,' she smiled as she held up the key to my chastity belt.
I looked nervously around the room expecting to see Michael, her lover, now husband. As my wife unlocked and removed the metal shield over my tube I just kept thinking, 'What's the catch? There has to be a catch!'
Her closeness and the smell of her perfume had me itching to take her in my arms but I was too afraid. If this was real and I made a wrong move that ruined it I would be devastated. So instread I just stood there, cock twitching inside its metal tube, thinking over and over to myself, 'Don't get too excited. Don't get your hopes up. This is a trick, another one of my Mistress Wife's cruel jokes, it has to be!'
She had trouble removing the tube from my desperately inflated cock and couldn't help giggling as she eventually freed it and it sprang to attention. It was so sensitive I swear I could feel currents of air drifting over it as she turned away from me and walked to her side of the bed. I gulped in awe as she loosened her silk robe and let it slip off her delicate shoulders and drop to the floor. The bedcovers were still messed from her wedding night of passion with her new 'husband' Michael.
Laying down on her back she crooked her finger to becon me over. In a trance I went to what used to be my side of her bed and climbed into bed beside her. Lying on my side facing her I was concious of the smell of Michael's aftershave on my pillow. Turning to face me, her hand carressed my face as she whispered, 'Poor baby. You've been through so much lately. I wonder if you had known all the things that would happen, would you still have been so keen for us to play this game?'
'Yes,' I answered. 'I've hated and loved it in equal measure I think. But seeing you with other men, watching you make love, enduring your scorne, I love you even more. You are like a goddess to me, beautiful beyond measure but forever out of my reach'.
'Not right now I'm not baby,' she smiled, brushing my lips with hers.'Right now I'm well within your reach. Come and see what you've been missing, what I'm going to be denying you for a very very long time, come.'
As I shuffled over to take her in my arms I felt the electric touch of her nylon enshrouded legs on mine. The fluffy feathers of one of her sexy little mules brushed the bottom of my foot as I raised my leg to take up position above her. The silken touch of her short little nightdress carressed my chest as I reached down between us to grasp my cock and guid it to her long forbidden entrance.
Fuck! I couldn't believe it. It must be nerves, the shock of it all happening so unexpectedly. I was soft. Completely limp! No, please, don't do this to me!
'What's wrong baby,' she smiled up at me. 'It's ok, go ahead, show me what a hard little cock you have, give it to me'.
That was just making me worse. How was I supposed to compete with what she was used to now? For fuck's sake, I couldn't even get a hard on!
I tried desperately to relax, take my mind off the problem, let it happen naturally. I kissed my wife hard on the lips for the first time. I should be enjoying this. When would I get this chance again? What would she think of me?
My panic must have been obvious to her as, smiling sweetly she reached down to replace my hand with hers. 'Let me see if I can work my old magic shall I?'
The feel of her soft little fingers was exqisite and suddenly I was coming! As soon as she realised, she removed her hand and, in my desperation I ground my semi-limp dick into her silk covered stomache. I groaned, more in shame than in release as the involuntary thrusts of my hips drew to a close and I lay there on top of my completely unsatisfied wife.
Fearing her anger I quickly slipped off her and rolled away, apologising, unable to look her in the face.
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blue179
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# Posted: 14 Sep 2008 20:09:28
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OVER 100,000 VIEWS - WOW !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DO STORIES ON HERE NORMALLY HAVE THAT KIND OF FOLLOWING ?????
YOU MAY REMEMBER MISTRESS PROMISED ME A VERY SPECIAL TREAT IF I REACHED THAT FIGURE !!!!
THANKS TO YOU GUYS I AM IN FOR THE EXPERIENCE OF A LIFETIME SHE SAYS !!!???
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# Posted: 15 Sep 2008 05:48:55
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Great story Blue! Here's hoping the "experience of a lifetime" is not what I think it might be..
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blue179
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# Posted: 20 Sep 2008 12:34:45
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My Wife/Mistress says I must finish my 'memoires' , as she calls them, before I get my reward. Also, she said she might even write on here herself and tell you all about it. I can't wait!
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blue179
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# Posted: 20 Sep 2008 13:08:24
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I lay there panting and cringing fully expecting her to go to town on me. I deserved it, I was a complete idiot! I could have had her for fuck's sake!
To my surprise she said nothing for a while then turned her pretty face to me, 'It's ok sweetheart, you could hardly expect anything else really. After all this time and everything I've put you through'.
What? She wasn't angry? She actually felt sorry for me! Moving closer she kissed my forhead. Tears welled from my eyes. I felt so ashamed. She was my wife and I couldn't even manage to make love to her. Worse still she felt sorry for me. I would have preffered her anger to her pity. She wiped a tear from my cheek as she went on, 'Don't cry baby, I'm not mad, really. I knew this would happen, or at least I suspected it would. I wanted you to see, to understand how much things have changed and why we can never go back to how we were. You understand that don't you?'
How could I argue?
'We have a new life now. We play different roles. I'm not your wife anymore and your not my husband. It was meant to be this way. I'm happier now than I've ever been in my life, thanks to you. You'll be happy too if you just accept things as they really are. My sex life is beyond my wildest dreams and that's down to you. Not just because you let me take a lover but because of how you make me feel when I think of you, cleaning the floor while I make love, washing the windows while I go shopping for sexy underware with Michael, cleaning the bathroom while I cuddle up to my young stud on the couch with a glass of wine. Even more erotic, seeing the look on your face when I walk past you in my underware, watching you sob and appologise to Michael as he belts your ass, placing my foot on the back of your head as you eat from your doggy bowl on the kitchen floor, the scraps Michael and I have left from our meal, scrapps I've spit and pissed on. All that and more is why I need you now more than ever. I'll never let you go, never'.
'I don't want to go Maam,' I snivelled. 'I love you so much. I'm sorry I can't compete with Michael'.
'Not just Michael, slave, any man. You'll never compete with any man. That's gone now. Accept it and you'll be fine. Better than fine, you'll be happy. You're not my husband. You're not a man, are you?'
'No maam, I'm sorry'.
'Don't be sorry. Be proud. Be the best slave you can be, Be my slave'.
'Yes Maam, I will, I promise'.
'Good boy. Just relax, accept your role in my life. Without your manhood you would be nothing if I didn't take you as my slave. Your life as a husband and even as a man, is over. When you accept that fully then your life as my slave can begin. Can you do that for me sweetheart? Do you love me that much?'
'Yes Maam, of course I do'.
'Ok that's my good little slave. Now use your mouth to clean this mess off my nighty, quickly before Michael comes back and sees it'.
As I licked up my own slime from her silk nighty she ruffled my hair as if I was a favourite dog. 'Good boy. You will get there I know you will, and, to help you I've decided to lock that useless little tail of your away for good'.
What?!
'I've just shown you why it will never be of any use in pleasuring a woman haven't I? And I don't want you wasting time, energy and concentration on worrying over when you'll be allowed to play with it for your own pleasure. That would never do would it? You are my slave. Your only sourse of pleasure should be from serving me. I want your full attention on me and my needs. That's the only way I will accept you as my slave. Any other half measures would not give me the intensity of pleasure I demand from you. Do you understand?'
'Yes Maam,' I answered, not sure if I did at all.
'Good. Then go down stairs and get the brown paper bag from the top of the fridge. We'll get this sorted once and for all then we can both get on with our new lives'.
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blue179
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# Posted: 20 Sep 2008 15:26:39
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Grabbing the paper bag I ran back upstairs. My Mistress had pulled the duvet over herself and lay there looking gorgeous, her long dark hair poured over the white cotton pillow. I handed her the bag and she told me to fit my chastity tube back on. As soon as I tried my pathetic cock betrayed me by growing too large for the tiny tube. I couldn't help it, she looked so gorgeous, so innocent. She laughed and sent me for a cold shower, giving me exactly five minutes to be back kneeling at her side, cock tube in place.
I only just made it in time. 'Now slave take this and knead the tube between your fingers'. It was a tube of strong epoxy resin. The tube was in two parts hence her insrtuctions to press it between my fingers, breaking the seal and mixing the contents.
'Thats it, make sure it's well mixed. The man in the store said it will harden in a couple of minutes when exposed to air, so listen carefully. I have my vibrator under here. I'm going to use it to give myself what you couldn't. While I do that you are going to lift the duvet and worship my sexy feet. You may start now'.
Lifting the duvet I saw her gorgeous tiny feet still encased in white nylon. Her cute little slippers were still on. She knew how much those things blew me away.I hated and loved her for that.
'You may kiss the bottom of my slippers only slave. We can't have you taking liberties. I'm going to lie here playing with my plastic friend watching you show your devotion until I cum. When I do I want you to help me have a really huge orgasm, the best you,ve ever given me. The only kind you can give me now. I want you to do that by squiting that glue into the lock of your chastity cage.Can you do that slave?'
'Please Maam.....'
'No please, no questions, no thoughts or regrets slave. It's simple. Do you love me?'
'Of course Maam'.
'Then show me. Show me you don't need or want anything but the priveledge of serving me, of existing solely for my pleasure. Show me'.
As she spoke I heard the sound of her toy buzzing as it enjoyed a contact with her gorgeous body that I would forever be denied if I squeezed that tube.
'Oh yes, yes slave, I can see all the thoughts all the emotions crossing your face. You do love me don't you. You do. Kiss my slippers slave. Beg me. Beg me for my permission to lock away that worthless excuse for a cock. Beg me to take away your manhood forever'.
So I did. Kissing and licking the soles of her sexy slippers I pushed the end of the nozzle into the keyhole of my cock tube and waited, listening to her moans as she pleasured herself, feeding her lust with my devotion, my humiliation, my frustration. This was what she needed from me. I would not denie her. I could not, not ever.
'Oh fucccccck I'm cummingggggg, squeeze it you fucking pussy, squeeze iiiiittttttt! Ahg, ahg, aaaaaaaaaagh!'
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morphism
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# Posted: 21 Sep 2008 22:31:57
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Beautiful!
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blue179
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# Posted: 27 Sep 2008 18:16:44
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Kneeling there, lips pressed firmly against the soles of her sexy slippers, eyes glued to the vibrating dildo as she thrust it in and out between the swollen lips of her moist pussy, I felt such love and devotion for my Mistress. I was honoured to be granted permission to watch as this godess pleasured herself. I'd had my chance to give her that pleasure and failed miserably. Now I could only kneel there watching a plastic cock do what I couldn't.
My own cock seemed to be mocking me as it strained desperately against the unyielding confines of its stainless steel prison. Why couldn't it have done that earlier?
As I tore my eyes from my darling Mistress I looked down as if in a trance. My fingers were sqeezing the tube of glue, sending the epoxy resin deep into the internal workings of the lock. It was strange. I felt like I was watching someone elses hand. I hadn't decided to do this had I?
'Mmmmmm,' I looked up to see my Mistress sitting up and watching me. 'That's a good girl,' she smiled. 'I'm going to treat you like a girl now. A girl slave that's what you are. Now come here and tell me what you are.'
'I'm your slavegirl Maam,' I mumbled as I crawled forward to wards her.
'Yes you are aren't you? Now your Mistress has a dirty dildo doesn't she? What are you going to do about it slavegirl. Yes that's right, open up your girly little mouth so I can clean my plastic cock in there. That's a good girl'.
Her taunting words mixed with the heady smell of her perfume had me on the verge of passing out with desire for her. Then it began to sink in. What had I done? I would never make love to my darling wife ever again. I would never even feel her tiny fingers work their magic on my pathetic straining manhood. For fuck's sake, I would never even be able to jerk myself off! Not now, not ever!
Fear and regret wrestled with love and devotion for my Mistress as I sucked and licked her presious juices from the dildo. Finally, she pulled it from my devoted mouth and told me to listen very carefully.
'Michael will be home soon,' she began. Home? This used to be my home, our home. Now it was theirs, my wife's and her lover's.
'Before he gets here I want to get a few details sorted out. We've come a long way and it hasn't been an easy journey for either of us. In fact, we might never have made it to the wonderful place we have without the help of certain friends. I think it's only fair that those friends should have the oportunity the reap the rewards of all their hard work, don't you slavegirl?'
'Yes Maam, of course,'I answered, having not the slightest idea what she was driving at. I've discussed it with everyone and we've come up with a system, a kind of rota if you like. Here's how it's going to work'.
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blue179
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# Posted: 28 Sep 2008 10:48:25
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'Julie has a new flat just a couple of miles away and a new boyfriend who works on the rigs, two weeks on, two weeks off. The first week he is away she wants you over at her place. She's going to keep you as a big baby. She seems to really get off on that thing does'nt she? Not my cup of tea but I guess we all have our little perversions don't we slave? Anyway, she says she wants to explore the possibilities, push the boundaries, as she put it. At least it will be a break from housework for you won't it? It will give Michael and I some time alone together too, which I know he's really looking forward to. Poor guy, he's really very good with you but I think long term you might get on his nerves. So some time with you away will be good for everyone concerned.'
Not for me, I thought. The humiliation and embarrassment of being treated as a baby paled into insignificance against the thought of being away from my Mistress wife. Leaving her for a whole week with another man! My stomache churned at the thought.
'Now,' she continued,'For week two Julie will be coming back here with you.She wants to get you into that latex suit and girly mask. You remember those don't you. We got them to take away your identity. You walk around looking calm and peaceful as an atractive little maid while inside that suffocating suit you are sweating and crying. Shit I love that! I hope Michael gets back soon, I'm getting hot just thinking about seeing you like that again. Julie will sleep in the guest bedroom and you will be her personal maid. No doubt she will have you cleaning house for all of us but you will be under her jurisdiction and consequently subject to her authority. I expect you to obey her completely and accept with gratitude any punishment she might see fit to bestoy upon you. Do I make myself clear?'
'Yes Maam.'
'Understand me slave, I will not tolerate the tinyest missbehaviour from you. I owe my friends a great deal, as do you. I will not have my reward to them tarnished by any pathetic attempts by you to suddenly try and be a man. You are not a man. You never will be a man. Nobody is going to treat you or consider you as a man. You exist for the amusement and convenience of me and my friends. You would do well to remember that'.
'Yes Maam, I will'.
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cuck4U
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# Posted: 28 Sep 2008 12:23:48
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Blue, It just gets better and better. Keep up the great work!!!!
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blue179
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# Posted: 28 Sep 2008 13:34:45
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'Now then, week three. For the third week in your schedule you will be under Mr Hudson's wing. He wants you to stay over there.'
'Oh fuck!' I thought. 'Great news!'
'You've already sampled the little cage in his garage haven't you, and the whipping cross? Well I think you will be having a few sleepless nights cramped into that cage if I read his intentions correctly. I think he has a couple of new things he's built for you too. Make sure you show your gratitude. Wear your pink rubber maid's outfit with the high heeled boots, he'll love that I'm sure.You will be entirely under his authority whilst you are over there and he has carte blanche to do as he pleases with you. I know you're not entirely comfortable with some of his, shall we say excentrisities? But thats tough. We owe him a great deal. Show your respect and your gratitude at all times, and remember, whatever you are asked to do, you are doing it for me. Understood?'
'Yes Maam,' I mumbled.
'Excuse me?'
'Sorry Maam, of course I'll do my best,' I promised, with more confidence in my voice than I felt.
'I think I'll have that again and this time you'll mean it. A smile would be nice too I think. Or are you forgetting who all this is for? Perhaps you don't apreciate all the time and effort I've put into making your wildest fantasies come true?'
'Sorry Maam, I do apreciate everything you've done, honestly. It's just.....'
'Yes?'
'Nothing Maam. Thank you for everything. I really will try my best to make you proud of me,'I smiled.
'We'll see,' she answered.
'Now then, we come to week four, the last week of your schedule. For that week you will be back here as maid to Michael and I. You will be dressed at all times as a victorian maid. Make sure you wear the corsett, stockings, pettycoats and so on. A wig and full makeup will be required at all times. Julie will be giving you some lessons in a applying it, make sure you pay attention. I want you looking the part. You will act like a scared young servant girl, terrified of her master or Mistress's displeasure. Make sure you look like a scared young girl, not like a stupid sissy pervert sad excuse for a man in a dress, do you understand?'
How was I supposed to do that? 'Yes Maam,' I answered anyway. She was hardly in the mood for questions!
'Make sure you carry yourself with humility, behave with the utmost respect at all times. Never look your master or I in the face, never answer back, never speak unless you are spoken to. Never turn your back on either of us. When you enter a room where we are you curtsy, when you leave you walk backwards curtsying as you go. Your duties will include washing our clothes, keeping our house spottless, preparing our meals and generally being at out beck and call twenty four hours a day. You will eat only the leftovers from our meals so as not to be a financial burden on us'.
Financial burden! They were living on my hard earned money!
You will sleep in the garage. You can make up a little bed for yourself under the workbench. Slaves should not be allowed in the house after we have gone to bed'.
'So, that's your life in a nutshell. You will have no contact whatsoever with anyone outside of the schedule I just explained. You will confine yourself to a devotion to all of us, but especially to me. Don't look so worried, there will be an oportunity for you to gain a reward at the end of each four weeks if you work really hard. Not that you should need any reward beyond serving me, but I am, as always, too soft on you. So this is what we will do....'
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# Posted: 28 Sep 2008 18:38:24
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'Each of us who take charge of you will keep a diary in which we record any plus or minus points in your behaviour. For example, failing to smile and thank Mr Hudson for slippering your bare ass may cause him to give you one or more minus points. On the other hand, thanking your Master Michael for pissing in your doggy bowl of food scraps might please him enough to give you a plus mark.'
'On the last day of your four week schedule I'll get the diaries together and total up your points. Then Master Michael will take you out to the garage and string you up. For every minus point he will give you one lash of his belt. For every plus point I will give you one whack of my crop. Then the fun really begins'.
'I know how much you used to love me zipping you up in your rubber sleep sac, then teasing your little tail while you struggled away so futilely, so...... I did some research and bought you a couple of presents. When your lovely beating is over you're going into the sac and then we'll tie you down onto the big wooden bench in the garage. Before I zip you up though, I'll be attatching some leads from my new tenns unit'.
'What unit?' I thought.
'Silly slave, its a little electric box that delivers controlled electric shocks to pads placed onto various parts of your body. Depending on your score you might recieve just a gentle buzz, which I read can be quite stimulating, or, if you've been naughty, I'll have to turn it up. I'll also be making a decision on how long the shocks go on for, how long I give you between them and, of course how long I leave you in the sac. Don't look so worried slave. It's in your hands. If you have to go through hours of torture it will be because you brought it on yourself. It really is in your hands. Well, in mine too if I decide to cheat I suppose,' she laughed.
'Oh, and also, as a really very special treat, if you are a very very good little slavegirl for everyone, I bought another little gadget. We'll have to take off your chastity shield to use it but obviously your tube will stay on. Not much I can do about that now even if I wanted to, which I don't. Anyway, this other gift I have for you is an elastic ring which slides over your tube and vibrates. It's connected to a control box so I can vary it the same way I can vary your shocks. So pain or pleasure. A little of one and a lot of the other or vice versa. It's up to you. I'm really excited about using them both aren't you?'
'Yes Maam, thank you Maam'.
'Who knows, with some really exemplary behaviour you might catch me in very gereous mood. I might just allow you enough vibration to have you leaking your little dribble of slave slime. Not an orgasm as such, you won't even be able to get hard, but I'm sure beggars can't be choosers now can they?'
'No Maam'.
'Good, I'm glad that's all settled. Now Michael will be here any minute. He's going to take you over to Juilie's so you can start your first week. And slave,'
'Yes Maam,'
'Smile. It's not the end of the world......Well it is for you kind of, ha ha ha ha!'
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alanh75
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# Posted: 29 Sep 2008 20:20:52
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What a well written story
The mental pain & anguish truly make it powerful, while the Mistress's cruel & cutting remarks linger on in ones mind
Well done blue. I for one hope it continues
Alana
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blue179
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# Posted: 29 Sep 2008 20:45:52
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So, such is now my life. After all I'd been through it was an unpleasant surprise to find I could still be induced into cringing red faced embarrassment. Well wouldn't you? Sat on a baby quilt in the middle of the lounge wearing a big diaper, plastic pants and a little fluffy pink baby dress with matching booties, hat and mits. Forced to play with little dolls and call a beautiful girl half my age 'mama'.
Mr Hudson's is even worse. How sad does a man have to be when the only sexual pleasure he gets is when a pompous, fat, hairy old man shoves his cock in and out of his ass? I hate it! Yet, at the same time I can't help yearning for it. Then hating myself for yearning for it! Worse still, he has informed me that an old buddy of his is coming to stay with him. He wants me to meet him, not as a man or as a neighbour but in my usual role wearing my usual outfit.
I want to tell my Mistress and ask her to intervene but what if she already knows? She made it very clear I was to do anything Mr Hudson told me to do!
So, I spend two out of every four weeks away from my Mistress. I miss her dreadfully. Then, when I am back she pretty much ignores me which is even worse! I find myself longing for what she calls 'Judgement Day' at the end of the four weeks just so that she will acknowledge me, even if it's only to scold and punish me.
Then there is the sac. The tight confines, the heavy scent of rubber, the vibrations on my poor sensation starved cock! The need to cum overwhelms me completely! I cry out, scream, beg and plead. All to no avail. It's never enough. Then come the dreaded shocks. I hate them. I'd do anything to avoid them. I work my ass off to get good reports from everyone but there is always something they complain about. I end up needing the sac and dreading it in equal measure. Which I guess was my Mistress's plan all along. Fuck I love her!!!
My life is a dream, a perverts dream. Probably a lot of guys would give anything to be in my position. But be warned, fantasy is not the same as reality!
Would I change things? Would I like my life and my wife back? Shit yes, of course I would! The trouble is, I know and she knows that a few days after going back I would be fantasising again, yearning to be her slave. My life is a mixture of pain and pleasure, yearning and frustration. But then, isn't everyone's. But not everyone gets to have their wildest fantasies become reality. I did, so I can't complain. Who would listen anyway?
Thanks for reading guys and girls. It's been almost exactly a year I've been writting. I hope you enjoyed it. I'm off now to find out what my special reward is for reaching 100,000 views. My Mistress told me that it is something that will go on for several days and she will write about it on here if anyone is interested. So please let her know if you are. Once again, thanks for your interest. Wish me luck with my reward. I think I've earned it !!!
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# Posted: 29 Sep 2008 23:42:06
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One year and 15 pages, a story that drifted between love, cuckoldry, abuse and the improbable. I am so tempted to say that she should now leave you alone for a while, her time with you has simply gone on too long. I don't think your tale really belongs on this site, it drifted into hardcore FemDom quite some time back and her 'last chance test' doesn't really recover that.
And yet ... I have to admit that (like the classic 'Bitchy Tease') your story has always had the occasional flash of sheer brilliance. Your imagination transends the improbable just enough to make me finish it and be positive on balance. No doubt the Femdom fans will mourn its end and plead for more. I suspect its end will free you to write the separate stories you have been aching to write for some time.
For what its worth, and in keeping with the story, your Mistress should take you to a specialist locksmith and get your tube removed, for good. She should still restrict your ability to orgasm of course, perhaps by chemical means for a while. She should also re-grow your little soldier (there are means). How frustrating would that be. To have a large, available dick again, and still be unable to use it. To fuck perhaps, but never to come.
Merry Christmas Blue.
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cuck4U
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# Posted: 1 Oct 2008 04:20:15
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Good Luck Blue, and of course we all want to hear from Your Mistress, You lucky cuck you!
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# Posted: 1 Oct 2008 10:03:34
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the greatest story ever told....thanks blue,,,high heels forever ohhhh yeah !!!
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morphism
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# Posted: 7 Oct 2008 22:04:47
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Great ending to a fantastic story. (Although I do hope to hear some more of this "reward". ;) )
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