Merry Christmas Darling

I just want to tell that while your story is sometimes a little too much for me, it has given me a lot of entertainment over the past year.

Thank you

I look forward to hearing how you finally end it.

Timmy

Blue179

I have to agree with Timmy27.

I have never left a comment on your story because I am not a big fan of "real" stories. Now that you are nearing the end I want to thankyou.

At times your story has overwhelmed me and some of it was a little silly to me (but I am certain there are people who feel that way about my stories as well)

But I will say that everytime during the last year that I have come to this site I checked your story. You have entertained us all year long.

I will also say that no one describes the anguish of the masochistic submissive cuckold as well as you do.

Thank you very much for creating this story and I also look forward to seeing how you end it.

GH

Mr Hudson looked exhausted as Michael released Missy and told him to help his guest to dress.
'Thank you my dear,' he said to me as he turned to leave. 'Michael you're a lucky young man'.
'Thank you,' Michael smiled before telling Missy to see the gentleman to the door. I could hear Mr Hudson telling Missy he should think himself lucky that Michael and I let him stay with us as our maid. He went on to say how much he had enjoyed Missy's squeeled encouragements as he took his ass. 'I shall expect the same vocal enthusiasm every time I avail myself of your sissy slave ass in future boy,' he demanded.Then with a final threat that if he did not behave himself in an exemplary fashion he would answer to him, Mr Hudson was gone.
Back in the lounge Michael had Missy lick his cock clean of his and my juices before ordering him to do the same with my ass. His smooth tongue felt good on my poor abused ass and I was dissappointed when he finally stopped. 'Right slave, upstairs to the bathroom,' Michael ordered.
'You, my little slut, can stay there until I decide to release you. Maybe I'll just leave you there while I go to bed.'
'Darling,' I pleaded. 'I need you. I need to be in your arms in our bed. Please babe. I'll be a good girl I promise'. I knew hearing me talk like that would drive hubby mad with jealousy!
'We'll see later. Now you, fuck wit, upstairs now'.
I heard from my hubby later that Michael had stepped into the shower and then had Missy join him to wash him all over, concentrating on his cock and his ass, taunting him all the while. He called him a pathetic looser who couldn't satisfy his own wife. A pervert who got off on watching real men fuck her.
The taunting continued as Missy dried Michael. He called Missy a faggot while making him dry his cock carefully. He made hubby admit he envied Michael for being such a man and having such power over me. He asked Missy if he enjoyed taking Mr Hudson's cock in his ass. 'I can't decide who likes it the most you or your slut wife. Yes I did say slut wife. That's what she is isn't it? She admits it herself. Don't you like me saying it faggot? What are you going to do about it? I don't think you could make a very convincing claim to her while you're standing there fondling my cock like a faggot, with some neighbour's spunk dripping from your ass. do you, you sad sissy arsehole?' So it went on until Michael eventually had Missy lie over his knee while he spanked his ass black and blue.
Missy was still shedding tears when he came back into the lounge. He untied me and took me to the shower where he carefully and gently washed and dried me all over. Then he pulled back the bed covers allowing me to crawl in beside my lover. Tucking me in he went to the bottom of the bed lifted the covers and kissed my feet and Michael's as we entwined our tired bodies.
'That's enough looser,' Michael sighed. 'Sleep in the garage. I don't want you in our house. You make me sick'.
'Me too,' I giggled. 'Fuck off looser! We don't want you. We only want each other don't we baby?'
'Mmmm,' Michael sighed as I ran my fingers through his hair. 'Who does your wife love looser?'
'My wife loves you sir,' he answered from the doorway.
'Who does she fuck slave?'
'My wife fucks you sir.'
'What about you sissy boy? How does she feel about you?'
'Nothing sir. She feels nothing. I am her slave, nothing more. She's been waiting for you all her married life sir. Now she has you she doesn't need me'.
'Good boy. Now tell her how you feel about her then fuck off'.
'I love you Maam, I always will. I love you more than any slave has ever loved his mistress'.
'Am I supposed to care looser?' I asked.
'I have all I need right here in my bed. You are nothing to me now. Just do your best to stay out of my way and maybe I'll let you earn your keep. Maybe.... for a while anyway'.
Michael and I laughed and he whispered, 'Surprising how well he learns his lines and his place when he gets a little encouragement from your hairbrush isn't it?'
I had a lovely sleep and when I woke Michael was gone. Now for the finale. Boy was I looking forward to this!!!

I am looking forward to this story each and every day! You usually update on the weekends so I was surprised to see an update today.

This is the thing I look forward to the most in my life, the best story I have ever read before.

Thank you so very much!

Missy was up well before me attending to his duties. I had him serve me breakfast in the kitchen. It's such a nice start to the day sitting with a slice of toast and cup of coffee reading the newspaper while your slave husband kneels under the table sucking your toes and telling you how beautiful you are.
Unfortunately I couldn't spend too long on that, I had things to do. So, leaving Missy a long list of chores, I left to go into town. I told him I was meeting up with Michael. I wasn't because Michael had left for good but I needed to keep the illusion live for just a little longer. I bought myself a new sexy little black dress and some stunning long black leather boots with deadly heels. Then I spent the rest of the day at the beauty parlour. I had a lovely relaxing facial, a manicure and, to top it all off, a completely new hairstyle.
When I got home I handed my shopping to Missy to take upstairs. I noticed the look on his face when he saw my hair. I think he was a little upset. In the past I would always discuss it with him before I changed my hair, to make sure he would like it. Now I was making it clear that his opinion was of no consequence.
After a nice coffee and a massage for my saw feet I had Missy follow me over to Mr Hudson's. He must have suspected that he was in for some punishment and must have been sure of it when Mr Hudson made him strip off his maid's uniform and tied him to the wooden cross in the garage. I think he must have been a little puzzled though as to why he was tied facing outover towards us.
'Stop panicking slave,' I soothed him. 'Although I haven't seen it for quite a while, I'm sure that little thing of yours must be about the size of a pea by now. So I have a new smaller tube for you. Not only is it smaller but it has some nasty litle spikes inside to help you control any innappropriate little attempts at an erection you might be foolish enough to make. First though, we have to get this one off'. I unlocked the chastity shield and removed it before taking the warm steel tube encasing his long suffering cock in my hand. Looking down I examined it, turning it from side to side, aware of his grimmacing face as just my closeness and the fact that his Mistress had deemed to touch him there had his cock straining against the cruel confines of its prison.
'We made a good job of glueing the lock didn't we slave? Lucky for us that we have an ex metalwork teacher for our neighbour isn't it? I'm warning you though, you need to stay very still. One move from you, one little twitch at the wrong time and we might eliminate the need for a chastity tube altogether,' I laughed.
I blinfolded Missy and stepped back to watch him sweating in fear as Mr Hudson used a small electric cutting tool to slice through the protruding part of the lock. Then it was just a pair of pliers to grasp and pull out the steel pin that went through the tube and through Missy's piercing. After that it just dropped off his fear shrivelled cock. To make sure it stayed that way I taped a bag of ice over his groin bringing a gasp of surprise from him.
Unknown to him I didn't really have another cage. I needed his cock free for the last part of our little adventure, but I didn't want him to know that.
I pretended to fiddle with a new tube for a while, getting angry and eventually swearing in frustration because there was a part missing. I took Mr Hudson to one side and we pretended to discuss matters quietly. Finally, I aproached my worried slave.
'Unfortunately slave, this new tube is not going to work. There is a part missing. I'm not sure how long it will take to get a replacement but, by the looks of it we don't need to worry too much. I think the tablets are doing their job. Your little thing seems to be behaving very well.'
Actually, I knew that was a combination of the fear of being cut by Mr Hudsons tool and the extreme cold of the ice pack.
'I'm going to allow you the extreme priveledge of having your little clitty free for a while. Just until we get the new part. Mr Hudson knows someone who might be able to make the bit we need so we should be able to get you secured away tommorrow. Until then I'm going to be watching you very carefully. Believe me when I say slave, you do not want to let me down. Any sign of excitement from that little thing will be severely punished and I do mean severely ! And don't even think about touching it my girl. You would not survive what I'd do to you if you did ! Just enjoy your last taste of freedom. When the new tube goes on it goes on for a long long time. Personally I'd like it locked away forever, but I'm prepared to be fair and allow you the hope that one day you might actually reach sush a state of servitude and devotion that I might choose to reward you. You'd like that wouldn't you? Well don't hold your breath my little slave girl because you have a long long way to go yet'.

Aaaaaaaaaaahhh don't stop now Mrs Blue !!!!!

Thank you so very much for this update. I am addicted to this forum because of your outstanding posts. I can not go a day without checking this forum for an update. please continue.

Leaving Missy tied to the wooden cross in Mr Hudson's garage I went back home to get ready. At about 7pm I phoned Mr Hudson and asked him to release my hubby and send him home. When he walked into the lounge I was on the phone booking a table for two at a lovely posh restaraunt. I knew Missy would assume it was for Michael and I.
As I sat on the leather couch I was sporting a new sexy little black dress with long black leather boots and my new hairstyle. Missy was trying hard not to stare. As I put down the phone I slowly crossed my legs hitching my dress up to reveal the dark tops of my stockings.
'Put your eyes back in slave,' I scolded him. 'Come here and kneel in front of me. I take it you like my new outfit?'
'Yes Maam, you look incredible,' he answered. I wondered why he grimaced as he knelt then I saw the red and purple stripes running across the front of both of his thighs.
'Have you been a naughty girl for Mr Hudson?' I asked him.
'Please Maam,' he whispered, red faced. 'He said he was helping me to keep my mind off inapropriate thoughts'.
'Oh I see,' I smiled. I'd informed Mr Hudson that tonight may mark the end of our little game. I guess he had just wanted a last bit of enjoyment making my little slave squirm and beg. I couldn't blame him really.
'Well, I'm glad you like my outfit slave. Michael chose it for me. The boots too. What is it about men and boots? Oh dear, why am I asking you? Silly me. What about my hair, do you like that?'
'Yes Maam,' he said, looking up at me.
'Eyes down slave, unless you want me to tell your Master how you were staring at me?'
'Sorry Maam.'
'He chose my hairstyle too you know. I think he's deliberately changing me to emphasise that I belong to him now and not you. Now tell me, how did you enjoy your reward?'
'It was amazing Maam, thank you.'
'Was it humiliating and frustrating enough for you?'
'Yes Maam'.
'Or do you think you could take more? More humiliation, more frustration, more pain even?'
'I, I, I don't know Maam. I don't think so'.
'Well let's find out shall we?' I smiled.
'Oh oh ! What is that?!' I cried as I pointed to his erection poking out from his knickers and tenting the front of his pink rubber dress.
'Sorry Maam, Sorry!' he pleaded.
'Well I suppose that answers my question doesn't it? You may not be ready for more but your pathetic little excuse for a cock certainly is. I think we are going to have to increase the doseage on your tablets aren't we?'
You'll remember I'd been giving him what I said were chemical castration tablets for a few weeks now, along with my birth control pills. Actually the castration pills were cod liver oil and the birth control pills were artificial sweetners!
'Please Maam,' he whispered, staring at my boots. 'I don't want to become a woman'.
'Well it's a bit late for that isn't it?' I laughed. 'Besides which, since when has what you do or don't want been of any interest to me?'
He looked to beaten and deflated as I said that, I almost wanted to give in and cuddle him. Then I noticed again the desperate bulge under his dress twitching and bobbing, betraying his deepest desires.
'I tell you what slave,' I relented. 'Michael will be home soon to take me out to celebrate. While I wait why don't you amuse me by playing with your little clitty'.
That got his attention big time!
'Please Maam, really? I mean....may I please?'
'I just said so didn't I? Boy did I luck out with my husband. Ugly AND fucking stupid!'
'I'm sorry Maam'.
'So am I,' I answered. 'I'm sorry I didn't make you my slave and start sleeping with real men years ago. I'm sorry I even married you at all you fucking useless wanker. Now get on with it before I change my mind. Let's see you do the only thing you've ever been any good at. Make sure you tell me though....if you are getting close to letting that little thing dribble its worthless watery slime. When I say stop you put your hands behind your back pronto! Understand shit head?'
'Yes Maam, thank you Maam'. he stammered.
'Make sure you do slave. If you fuck this up I'll make you wish you'd never been born!'
'I won't Maam, I promise. I'll be careful. Thank you Maam, thank you'.
'I mean it scumbag, one little dribble and you are history, out of my life for good. But not before I have Michael beat you to within an inch of your sad little life. Then I'll secure you in the rubber sleep sac and leave you there for a couple of days before I dump you at the local tip, still wrapped up in there. Mark my words slave,' I spoke quietly, taking his chin and lifting his face so I could look into his eyes. 'I mean every fucking word'.
'Yes Maam, I'll be really careful I promise,' he babbled, nearly crying now in desperation. He was so close to feeling the first stimulation on his poor deprived cock in months and months.
I spat in his face then sat back to watch.
'Get on with it then. No. Right hand behind your back. You use your left. Middle finger only. Let me see you rubbing your little clit like the sex starved slut you are. Slowly now! Gently, that's it'.

Beads of sweat stood out on his forehead as he pulled aside his knickers to extract the swollen purple focus of his desire. Staring in lust at my boots he began to slowly and lightly tease the underside of his twitching cock with the middle finger of his left hand. In just a few seconds I heard him plead, 'Please Maam, I'm close!'
'Stop then, stupid. Hands behind your back. That didn't take long did it you little pervert. How do you suppose you could ever satisfy me or any other woman when you can't control yourself for more than a few seconds?'
I had him lie down on his back so that I could rest one leather boot on his face while I teased his straining cock with the other.
'Please Maam, I think you should stop'.
'And why should I give a fuck what you think you pathetic little wimp?'
'Please Maam, I can't stop it!'
''You'd better stop it boy or I'll make sure you regret it for the rest of your miserable life!'
Another couple of strokes of my boot with him writhing and gasping then I felt sorry for him and stopped. My boot was dripping pre-cum which I ordered him to lick off. Then I had him back up on his knees, right arm behind him, left middle finger teasing away.
By the time we'd been through the sequence three times he was bright red and dripping sweat. He tried to beg but I told him to shut up. Then, checking my watch I said, 'Oh well, nearly time for me to go out with my darling. You'll be going back over to Mr Hudson's while I'm out. It's for your own good. I doubt if you'd be able to resist finishing yourself off now would you slave?'
'I don't know Maam,' he sobbed in defeat.
'Oh, I nearly forgot. Before I send you over there, I have some wonderful news for you'.
I crossed my legs and sat forward making sure I had his full attention. He looked a little dazed from the shear strength of sexual energy being held back over and over. I needed to make sure I got through to him with this.

'Shuffle forward a little slave and put your hands on your head. That's it. A little more. I'm giving you the privelege of resting your little clitty on my boot'.
He was staring in facination at his cock as it twitched and swelled even further against the luxurious leather of my new boot. I wondered what effect my news would have.
'Listen carefully slave. Everyone one else concerned already knows. You, as my slave have no right to know anything. However, since you are also my husband, at least in name,' I laughed, ' I will tell you the news too. Just remember, I wanted you to be the last to know. I'm pregnant'.
I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head!
'Get your eyes down girl ! How dare you look me in the face!'
Dropping his gaze immediately he started shaking his head, I guess in disbelief.
'You know I've been giving you my birth control pills for a while to see if we can make you look more like the sissy girl you are. Well, that stud of a man, Michael didn't waste any time. He's put me in the club straight away. I'm having his baby!'
I was watching Missy's cock very carefully while I dropped this bombshell. I felt really guilty for lying to him about something so important but I needed a big finish. Judging by his twitching, dancing cock we were still ok. I guess he was just so frustrated and desperate that his libido was ruling everything. Good, I was relying on it.
'You can move back a little now slave. I'll let you play with your clitty again while I tell you our plans'.
He jumped to obey. I don't know how I kept a straight face as he knelt there in front of me, one hand on his head, the other back to his cock, still staring lustfully at my sexy boots as I told him the details of my plans with my lover and our baby.

Three updates today ! Hope I'm not spoiling you guys ?!

Near the end now. Thanks for your continued support. Hope you enjoy.

Can't wait to see how this finishes!

That's why Michael and I are going out to cellebrate tonight, our new baby. I wonder if it will be a boy or a girl? Either way it will be a constant reminder of how we met and fell in love. I think Michael will make a wonderfull father don't you slave?'
'Yes Maam. Please Maam, may I beg Maam?'
'What do you want to beg for sweety?'
'Please Maam, may I cum, please Maam, PLEASE?'
'I think you already are begging aren't you?'
'Yes Maam. I'm sorry, but I can't help it. Please may I Maam, please. I'll do anything you say, I swear. I'll never complain and never dissobey you I promise'.
'But you wouldn't dare complain or dissobey me anyway would you?'
'No Maam'.
'Then what do I have to gain by letting you cum silly?'
'Oh please Maam, Ican't stop, I'm sorry I can't'.
'Hands on head right now!' I gave him a quite viscious slap across the face to get through to him. Tears of frustration flowed down his cheeks as he slowly raised his left hand to meet the right one still on his head. This was working even better than I hoped. And, I was enjoying myself again.
'I'm dissappointed in you slave. I had considered allowing you to be our nursery nurse. However, that would be a position of trust and clearly I cannot trust you'.
'I'm sorry Maam. Please let me be a nurse for your baby. I'll do anything you say. I didn't mean to dissobey you. It's just that you look so beautiful and I've waited so long. Please Maam, please give me another chance!'
'I'm not sure you could handle it. I would require you to continue with your normal duties as my slave but, in addition, I would need some special care as an expectant mother for the next nine months. Then I'd need you to look after our baby when he or she is born. I really don't see why I should be stuck with changing dirty diapers or getting up in the middle of the night to warm feeding bottles. I need my beauty sleep to stay sexy for Michael. Do you really think you could handle all that slave?'
'Please Maam, you know I'll do anything to make you happy. I don't care what it costs me anymore. I just want to be near you and see you happy'.
'Nice speach slave. Now show me you mean it. Amuse me. I want to tease you some more. Start playing with that little thing again. I want to see the despair in your face as you do it. Hoping against hope that I'll relent but knowing all along that it's never going to happen. I need you for that too you know. To torture and humiliate. To frustrate and tease. I guess it's in my nature. Our little game just brought it out. I hope you're glad you persuaded me to start it are you?'
'Yes Maam. I'm just glad I can do something, anything that makes you happy'.
'Go ahead then Slowly and gently, that's it. Good girl. Now I need to be sure, before Michael gets here, that you fully understand. Then I can discuss the final details with him over dinner. I am prepared to keep you on as my maid and as my baby's nurse. Obviously, for obvious reasons, I will be divorsing you and marrying Michael properly'.
That got through to him. He even paused in his rubbing but didn't look up.
'Did I tell you to stop slave? Now where was I? Oh yes. We will need to increase your medications and possibly arrange some laser treatments. We have to get rid of any lingering maleness once and for all. We'll be moving away to start a new life where nobody knows us, so I need to be able to pass you off as a real woman. It shouldn't be that difficult, you don't have very far to go do you?'
'No Maam. Please Maam, I'm there again!'
'Ok you may stop, hands on head. You know the drill. With a stronger dose of hormones, smooth hairless skin, longer head hair in a nice style, maybe some makeup tattooed on your face? I think we might pull it off. A corsett should take care of your figure. We'll need to work on your voice, get it higher and more girly. Eventually we may arrange a little operation for you, get rid of that sad little thing bobbying away between your legs. But we can sort that later. For the moment the new smaller tube will suffice'.
He was crying softly now, I could see his shoulders bounce as he tried to sob quietly. He didn't hesitate though when I told him to continue teasing himself.
'Make the best of it slave, you won't be getting out of the new cage for a long time. In fact, I have an idea. I'm spoiling you I know but I'm in such a good mood because of my baby. So why don't we say that, if you work really hard at being a perfect slave for me for nine months or so, then make a really impressive effort to be an excellent nurse for the baby for, say three months or so, just to show you can do it. Then, I'll consider letting you have an orgasm. How would that be?'
'Oh please Maam. Please, I need it, I NEED!'
'Oh dear, are we back to being obsessed with what you need. I thought we'd sorted that'.
'I'm sorry Maam, please, I'll do what you say I promise. I'll do anything. Can I please cum now though? Please. I can't wait any longer, I can't!'
'You want me to let you cum now?'
'Yes please Maam! I'm begging you. I can't go on any longer, please!'

'Ok,' I smiled.
'What? I mean.... thank you Maam, THANK YOU! Oh shit! Thank you!'




'Ooooh wait up! Stop, stop right now. You silly thing. I meant - ok you can stop. Not ok you can cum'.
'Oh no, no please!'
He stopped though, despite his protestations. I think maybe part of him knew there would be a catch. I'd proved to him what a bitch I was. Proved it and proved it again. No way was I going to give him a break now, and he knew it.
'So, can I take it that you accept my terms in full slave?'
'Yes Maam, anything you say. I give in. You win'.
'Of course I do. It could never have been otherwise. Now, just to be absolutely clear - you'll sign the divorse papers and spend the rest of your miseable life serving me as my slave, serving my new husband as his slave and looking after our baby - correct?'
'Yes Maam'.
'Play with it again. I just love watching you and it's going to be a long time before I get the chance again'.
'You'll become a woman for me. A female slave. Totally, and permanently?'
'Yes Maam, I will.'
'And you're happy with your life. You're glad we began our little game. You're grateful for everything I've done, everything I've made you do. It's all just made you love and worship me more. You're mine. I own you. You are nothing without your Mistress. You have no complaints and no regrets. You live only to serve me. Right?'
'Yes Maam, I just want to serve you as your slave as anything you want me to be. Part of me wishes we could go back but its too late now, I know that. If this is what you need to be happy then so be it. I love you more than ever, more than anyone ever loved anyone. I'm yours to do with as you please'.
'That's nice slave. A little silly though. You can't possibly love me as much as Michael does. You can't do anything anywhere near as well as he does. Now can you?'
'No Maam, of corse not'. He sighed.
'Please Maam, I'm there again. Please I've promised everything. I'll do anything I swear. Please Maam. Just once. Just one cum, please. Then I'll never ask again I swear!'
'I really think it's better for us to wait slave,' I laughed. 'After another twelve months of chemical castration tablets you probably won't be able to get a hard on much less have an orgasm. But don't worry. The increased female hormones I'm going to give you will probably take away the desire anyway. Which is a good thing actually. I need my maid and my nursery nurse to be concentrating on her duties not on her sick perverted desires.'
'Please Maam, anything, anything, just please, its killing me!'
'Ok, maybe you're right. Maybe we should just get it over with. Then we can get you locked away tommorrow for good can't we? You can start coming to terms with your womanhood and your slavehood. You can put all that silly male stuff behind you once and for all. You were never very good at it anyway were you?'
'No Maam. Sorry Maam. Please I'm there Maam, I can't stop, please I can't!'

'You'll stop when I fucking well tell you to slave!' I snapped.
'Oh fuck, please Maam! No, please I can't, please Maam, I have to stop now or I won't be able..... oh FUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKK!'
A jet of pent up spunk shot out of the swollen purple head of his cock and splattered the underside of his chin.
'Hands on head now you fucking wimp, NOW I SAID!!!'
I had to hit him across the face twice but I finally got through. I guess all that conditioning was paying off. I really had broken him to my will. His hands rested on his head, fingers curling into his hair, wrenching his head down even as his hips bounced thrusting his long denied cock into the air like it was fucking the world's best pussy.
He was crying, groaning, screaming my name, appologising, swearing his love for me. I just sat there, keeping my face impassive. Eventually I leaned forward so my face was inches from his as he looked up.
'Oh dear,' I sighed. 'Wait till I tell Michael about this'.
That brought another gut wrenching groan from him as a freash wave of flying spunk spattered my pristine black leather boots. Hie eyes rolled back in his head as he screamed at the ceiling, 'I love you Maam !'
'Fuck off looser!' I screamed back before spitting in his face.
As he fell onto his side I thought he'd passed out. I quickly knelt beside him cradling his head, stroking his hair until his tightly screwed shut eyes finally opened and focussed on me.
'There, there, baby. It's all over now. I love you too. Now get up. You need a shower. Our table is booked for 8pm'.



THE END - Or Maybe The Beginning ?

Wow, just wow. What a story. The greatest erotic story I've ever read

It's been going on what, almost a year now? Many thanks to the Mistress & blue for all of their hard work in bringing this tale to us

It had it all. No element was left out. Love, lust, deceit, betrayal, cruelty, cuckoldry, etc. The emotional roller coaster was flabbergasting

Could blue, obviously being an extreme masochist, have ever hoped for more? He got what he wanted & needed in spades. And the Mistress? What an incredible woman. Playing the role of "super bitch" to the hilt, to a loved one at that. It certainly takes a special woman to do what she did

And it certainly takes a special love on both their parts to pull it off. Quite a journey Id say

Yet now, after all is said & done, I have to question the validity of being able to go back to normal. Surely the emotional abuse that blue has been through has changed him. How could it not? As for the Mistress, surely her new found superiority & absolute authority has changed her. Again, how could it not?

Although it was just a "game", certain boundaries have been crossed. The constraints of social norms, or proper relationship etiquette if you will, have been turned upside down. This wasn't some "dominant wife" spanking her husband to give him a thrill. This was in your face reality. The reality of contempt, insults & humiliation

The simple act of spitting in the face & mouth of someone has profound implications on the person receiving the spit & the "spittee". The masochist sees the person doing the spitting as his or her true superior, just as the person spitting cannot help but feel contempt for the person they're spitting on

Again, even though the spitting is part of the overall "game", it has emotional consequences that linger in the minds of all involved. The same holds true for the verbal abuse, the urinating on the face & in the mouth of blue, etc.

So much emotional strife has taken place in blues mind that I just cannot see how he can simply return to the life you once had

As for the Mistress, even though I'm aware that she did all of these things out of love for her husband, can she now just turn it off & become the dutiful housewife? Somehow I cannot picture her scrubbing floors or doing laundry. Having a personal slave around waiting on her hand & foot for a year is easy to get used to

And what of her incredible sex life & her enormous sexual appetite? Can she be happy just sleeping with blue again?

Now don't get me wrong. Ever since I started reading this story I've hoped against hope they would again become the loving couple they once were. That's simple human emotion, wanting to see the love again

But they have both opened up to each other to such an extent, showed each other their most primal & deviant sides, that a return to normal seems far fetched

Blue will always be an extreme masochist & will always lust after his wifes dominant nature. Trust me, I know. He'll love her as his wife, lover & best friend, but he'll never lose what was instilled upon him during this "game", that is, she's his superior, his true "master"

He may cuddle with her on the couch while they watch TV & love it, but he'll always long to kneel before her & kiss her feet. He may lie with her in bed & feel secure in the knowledge that all is well, yet he'll always feel that he shouldn't really be there, that he belongs on the floor

Such is the elaborate workings of the masochistic mindset

I wish them all the luck in the world & truly hope they find happiness no matter what direction their relationship takes. I would hope the Mistress keeps us informed with updates. It would also be nice to hear what the main "man "blue" thinks

But again, thanks you two. Thank you for sharing this amazing story & for all your hard work. And you never know Mistress, if I ever make it over the "pond" again, you may hear a knock on your door & look out to see an attractive & slim bi female submissive standing there, begging to be allowed to serve you. That would be me LOL

I agree, many thanks you two for chronicling the amazing journey.

Well Blue, I suppose the ending to such a titanic tale deserves a comment equal to the tale. I call on none other than T.S. Eliot, a nobel prize winning poet and a one time countryman of ours (so he ate turkey at the right time). His famous poem, "The Hollow Men" ends thus :

This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper

Couldn't have said it better myself. Good evening.

I'd like to thank you too. It will be strange not to look down here if there is the next part of this story !

I think when I'll have some time, I'll copy it all in a clean document, and print it. This was the best erotic story I've ever read. Sometimes just too extreme for me, but I was always aroused anyway.

Thanks for everything, this was just marvelous ! I can't count the number of times I had orgasms reading this story

Good work !

I, for one, and hoping to hear more! How the dinner went, what he was made to eat, and how it turned out. SHE can not just let this go as She has become used to having a slave, slut, sissy, servant in Her life. I will keep my fingers crossed for more continued abuse and love shown to poor (and lucky) blue179.

Blue

You've been writing for over a year. I know how demanding that is. You found a good way to end this story. Leave it there. You entertained us. We all enjoyed it. Now take a break. You've earned it and you deserve it.

Read some other stories, spend time with your wife, enjoy life, relax.

At some point you're going to feel rejuvenated. When you do, you will start to formulate another story in your head. You're a creative man. It will come and when it does we will be eagerly awaiting it.

GH

Just a quick note to say thankyou to everyone for their kind comments and encouragement. We have both been very busy getting back to 'normal'. After so long playing our roles it hasn't been easy. That first night after our meal, for example, we just went home and cuddled up in bed. My husband said he kept expexting me to suddenly change and reject him again. Maybe even punish him for daring to touch me! LOL.
Anyway, we both agreed that it was an amazing experience about which neither of us had any regrets.
The best part for me was the heady feeling of power I got from abusing the man who loves me so much. The worst thing was trying not to show any pity no matter what. He said the best parts for him were seeing me reject him totally in favour of someone else. It was especially intense when my lover would flog him and the pain would be overwhelming. His only hope was that I would take pity on him and stop the flogging. To see me smile and encourage my lover to carry on or go even further was mind blowing for him. His least favourite bits were where he was made to take another man in his mouth. He found that especially difficult.
So where do we go from here? I don't think we will ever play for so long again but we both feel that we have something very special going on and we don't want to leave it behind. So the games will continue as and when the oportunities present themselves and catch us in the right mood. Maybe, if anyone is interested one of us will write to let you know what we get up to. Bye for now.

Thank you very much for all your effort and dedication that you put into this story. I hope more people are able to read it and enjoy it. Thank you for ending this at an appropriate time (the beginning of the new year). It makes it slightly less depressing because I have a new year to look forward to. This is truly my favorite story of all time.

Almost 126,000 views - WOW !!! Please look out for my other stories.

127,000 views. Here it is again for anyone who missed it. Hope you enjoy.

I've said it before & I'll say it again. This is by far the best story on this board & one of the best erotic "love" stories I've ever read

The emotional roller coaster involved is extraordinary. Truly a saga of epic proportions regarding love, denial, betrayal & the entire realm of the BDSM/cuckold experience

Each segment leaves you panting for more

For those of you who haven't read it, do yourselves a favor & read it. It may not be everyones cup of tea, but it is by far the best description of what it means to be a cuckold to a truly dominant woman

After reading this story, some of you may have second thoughts about your own cuckold fantasies LOL

Alana

x-mas comming

Blue 179 and Mr Big cuck

WOW, first Blue; I am so gald that Mr Big resurected this story. It will take me few days to read and digest it but I am very excited about it. Very Sesonal!

Mr Big thanks so much for bing it back to light!!

Meijer

absolutly the very best story on the web....thanks.....high heels forever

ACTUAL NOW

Blue, this is truly fabulous. I can please ask that there is more focus on your hot sweaty nylon feet with hubby sniffing and worshipping them. Please. Wish you both a Happy Christmas. Schultz