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tanyahowes
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# Posted: 9 Oct 2008 08:07:48
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Interested - hook line and sinker - still the best story read, always wanting more. Cannot wait for your wife to post her bit!
Tanya x
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alanh75
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# Posted: 14 Oct 2008 05:03:17
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Yes, a fantastic story, although some of it seems hard to believe
Yet masochism & sadism feed off each other & some "normal" people do take it to an advanced level, so I have no reason to doubt blue. He's even admitted he's taken the liberty of adding embellishments to enhance the story, so the majority of it seems valid. I just have to wonder what you two do when your grown children come over LOL
What amazes me about this particular story is the intense psychological masochistic & sadistic needs of the two main participants. Talk about a perfect study. A book should be written about you two
What makes this even more intense is it's not your usual Mistress/Master/slave relationship. Not your usual "submissive serves" story. It involves all that to be sure, yet the emotions of love, marriage, soul mates, partners & cuckolding are there too, adding a powerful twist to an already powerful story
Trust me, being a bisexual submissive female, I understand the power of humiliation. I understand the need. But this, this is beyond anything I've done or could do, because it involves losing the core principal of what it means being a partner, a soul mate, a loved one. It involves losing the one thing you yearn for, the thing that you live for.....
the woman you love with all your heart & soul
The mental masochism involved here is simply stunning. You'll actually give up holding her again, kissing her, confiding in her? You'll never lay with her again, cuddle, hug or feel the warmth of her body next to yours? All this while living under the same roof, seeing her all the time too? Wow, & I thought I was a masochist
Then we have your wifes situation. She goes from a loving & caring wife to a cruel, sadistic bitch (no insult intended) in no time flat? Her cruelty is stunning & the way in which she relishes her role is utterly amazing. This is one woman I'd like to meet LOL
Your story is such that even though it's exciting to read of all your exploits, I cannot help but hope you two eventually go back to your "normal" lives & become the loving couple yet once again. It has that human element to it
I cannot wait to hear your wifes side. As honest as you've been blue, it would be simply amazing to hear her honest opinions on you, what she gets out of it (although that seems obvious LOL) & how she feels regarding this entire relationship as it stands now
Anyway, thanks for the story blue. It's an amazing story of masochism, sadism & the outrageous levels some will partake in to reach their nirvana
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erevan
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# Posted: 16 Oct 2008 23:58:38
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Brilliant story, as said previously by others, parts of it a little unbelieveable..
Looking forward to hear what your Mistress has to say
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blue179
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# Posted: 18 Oct 2008 11:01:21
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MISTRESS SPEAKS !
Sorry about the dramatic title boys and girls. I just wanted to make it clear that it will be me writing on here from now on. I'll call myself N if that's ok. I have to be discreet for obvious reasons. I'll call my cuckold slave husband Missy because, well, that's his name now. He is not allowed computer access now, he has far more important things to do, so he won't get to read any of this. That will allow me to be more open and candid about things, the idea being to give those who are interested an insight into our little game from my point of view. Please feel free to comment or ask questions as we go along. I've never posted on a site before so you'll have to forgive me if I'm a little unproffessional.
So, you'll remember I promised Missy a reward for getting 100,000 views of our story. I was amazed there was so much interest. And yes, those who doubted it, it is true, well almost all of it is. He did exagerate a couple of things but the rest happened just as he described it. I don't blame him for stretching the truth a little bit. In fact it's actually quite usefull to me because it gives me a real insight into what turns him on the most about our situation. That, in turn, gives me ideas on how to proceed. You have to understand, it hasn't been easy for me. We've messed around with mistress slave games, bondage and cuckolding for years. We always enjoyed it but his one abiding critisism was always that it ended too soon, it did not go far enough, I always gave in too easily. Well, not anymore. This time I was determined that there was no way he was going to be able to make that critisism! I hope you'll agree I succeeded?
So, unlike my sissy husband, I will be telling you exactly what happened for his reward. No exageration, no poetic license, just what happened and how I felt about it. I hope you enjoy.
N.
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blue179
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# Posted: 18 Oct 2008 18:17:40
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I wanted my slave husband's reward to be overwhelming for him in terms of both pain and pleasure. I needed to hurt and humiliate him deeply but also to keep him at the very peak of frustration. Also, I decided that everything should revolve around the number 100 because of his 100,000 views.
His face as he knelt in front of me was so cute. His eyes pleaded for some show of mercy as his lips smiled with love and devotion. 'Are you ready for your reward Missy?' I asked him casually.
'Yyy Yy Yes Mmmmaam.' He was so excited he could hardly speak the poor baby.
'Very well. But, you must give me your solemn word that you will obey my every command. I cannot have the slightest show of disrespect or ingratitude. Do I make myself clear?'
'Yes Maam, of course Maam. I'll do whatever you say. And thank you for this Maam. I know I don't deserve your attention. I'm really very very grateful'.
Oh he was laying it on thick wasn't he? I guess that's what being denied a proper orgasm for so long does to a man. He was putty in my hands. I almost felt sorry for him. I had to steel myself though. Any show of weakness on my part would spoil the enjoyment for both of us. It's surprisingly difficult being a complete bitch for long periods of time. It takes more strength than you would imagine. Sometimes it's fun but other times I just want so much to hold him, to be like we were. He's been my husband for so long, my soulmate, my best friend. I miss him sometimes. Oh well, maybe one day soon, but not yet. Not while I still have a few tricks up my sleeve. I had to stay strong, to keep my promise to him.
'Go to the garage slave. Strip off your uniform and wait for me'. I smiled as I watched him curtsy and back away from me, eyes cast down at the floor. Being in charge of a devoted sissy slave had its upside too. Oh yes! His frilly knickered ass bobbed cutely as he turned and hurried to obey me.
I waited for about half an hour, letting the tension build before I asked my young stud Michael to go tie Missy's wrists to the wooden truss that runs through the garage roof. Also I wanted his ankles fixed to a spreader bar.
About an hour later I strolled casually into he garage from the kitchen side door. Michael had done an excellent job. Missy was spread tightly up and out like a starfish pinned to a wall. I was wearing my black leather dress, thigh length leather boots over black stockings and long kid skin gloves that reached my upper arms. My heels clicked across the concrete floor till I stood behind him. I reached around and lightly stroked his chest, down to his steel encased groin then on to his thighs. He was shivering in uncontrollable lust by the time I stepped back. Michael brought me a nice chilled glass of wine as I stood in front of my slave. His eyes were out on stalks as he took in my outfit.
'Eyes down slave,' I warned him. 'You don't want to spoil your surprise by making me angry do you?'
He dropped his head and appologised as I opened a cupboard and took out the items I'd plced there earlier. A wide leather belt belonging to Michael, my old riding crop and a brand new leather cat of nine tails I'd picked up on the internet.
'There are several parts to your reward Missy. You must pass each one like a test before I allow you to go on to the next. Each part will revolve around the number 100. This first part will consist of 100 blows from instruments of my choice. To begin with I choose my lover's belt'.
There is something desperately sexual about having your lover beat your husband's ass with his belt and I felt myself becoming arroused as I handed it to Michael. 'Twenty five please my darling, as hard as you like. Show me what a big strong boy you are.'
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alanh75
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# Posted: 19 Oct 2008 01:27:27
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Well hello Mistress. It's great to finally hear from the woman herself
I'm truly fascinated by the psychological dynamics of this incredible story. Being a submissive masochist myself, I've done exhaustive research on the subject in order to find insight on my own feelings. While I understand the vast underpinnings of the masochistic mind, ie, where the need comes from, it rarely, if ever, is undertaken at the expense of the loss of ones soul mate, life partner & love of their life
Don't get me wrong. I'm aware that you're still with him, in a sense, & have no idea what your true intentions are. But as this "game" has unfolded, it's in every sense of the word his loss. The loss of his wife, her affections, her touch & her love
That is what makes this story unique
I have many questions for you, but will wait until you delve further into your perspective
Thank you so much for honoring us with your postings
Alana
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blue179
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# Posted: 19 Oct 2008 16:36:45
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Alana, thank you for your comments and your patience. You are very insightful. I hope that my tale continues to interest you and that I may provide adequate answers to your many questions in due course.
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blue179
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# Posted: 19 Oct 2008 17:18:15
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M stood behind my slave husband smiling at me as he raised his arm. CRACK ! I thought Missy was going to jump out of his skin. He knew it was coming but I guess there are some things you just can't prepare yourself for. 'Not a sound Missy', I warned him. CRACK ! I sipped my wine pretending indifference whilst all the while the heat in my groin grew. Michael has really warmed to his role lately and I couldn't ask for a better Master for my little cucky. Missy's face contorted in agony as he tried desperately to please me.
By the third stroke it was obvious that Missy was not going to be able to stay silent. I had no worries about Mr Hudson hearing him cry out but what if some passer-by should hear? I pulled down my black silk knickers and stuffed them into Missy's mouth. He always loves to be gagged like that. Then I retrieved a roll of cling film from the kitchen, wrapping it tightly around his head. I left his nose free to breath but completely mummyfied the rest of his head. He has a serious fetish for plastic so that should help take his mind off the pain.
As soon as the twenty fifth stroke landed I grabbed Michael's hand and dragged him from the garage. Part of me really felt sorry for my poor chastised hubby but there was a much stronger part that revelled in his suffering, fed on it, ached for it. Shit what was I becoming?
Once in the kitchen Michael tried to pick me up to carry me to the bedroom but I couldn't wait. My lips crushed his as I struggled with the zip of his jeans. Falling to my knees I freed his straining weapon and engulfed it with my warm wet mouth. Within second we were rutting like rabbits right there on my kitchen floor. There was no foreplay, no finess, we were both too turned on for that. We just fucked and fucked until we collapsed in a sweaty heap gasping for breath. I said a silent thank you to my unwitting slave husband for affording me such exquisite sexual euphoria.
Eventually I found the strength to get back to the garage. I unwrapped the sweaty cling film from Missy's face, removed the knickers from his mouth and used them to wipe Michaels cum from my overflowed pussy. He grimaced as I replaced them in his mouth and rewound the cling film, making him nice and cozy. Then I stood right up behind him and gave him a cuddle, kissing the side of his plastic encased face and telling him what a good boy he was. Raising my hands I slipped one arm around his neck pulling him tight into me while, with the fingers of my other hand I pinched his nose closed. Tied as he was he was copletely at my mercy. After a bit of struggling I let him take a couple of breaths and made him beg me to do it again. So I did, ten times. Well, I didn't have time for a hundred.
Collecting my trust old crop I laid into his thighs without further ado. I told him I was very dissappointed that he was not more enthusiastic about my smothering him. I'm not as strong as Michael but I soon had those thighs so red and welted that I had to switch to the backs of his legs to finish the twenty five. I don't want him permanently marked so I have to be careful. After stroke number twenty five I placed my crop between the cheeks of his quivering backside and told him to hold it there. 'If you drop it before I remove it we start again slave!' He was shaking and sobbing through his nose as I left and closed the door behind me.
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blue179
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# Posted: 19 Oct 2008 17:34:08
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After changing into a light summer dress and my white wedge sandals I made a light lunch which Michael and I enjoyed in the garden with a glass of wine. I was a little tipsy by the time I made it back to the garage but I still noticed the crop lying on the floor. 'Oh dear, I see my slave has decided he needs his Mistress to beat him some more.
'Mmmm mmmm!' He begged.
'Too late for apologies slave,' I said as I unwrapped his head and removed my sopping knickers from his mouth. 'We'd better gag you properly hadn't we?' I quickly fitted a large ball gag in place and secured the various straps around his head. I could tell from his stare that he was still in good enough shape to apreciate my outfit.
'This seems like just the oportunity I've been waiting for to try out my new toy'. I smiled as I carressed the leather thongs of the cat. His eyes widened when he saw that !
'Not exactly the reward you were hoping for slave? You should know by now. The only pleasure you are permitted it to be a witness to my pleasure, or, on rare and hallowed occassions, to be allowed to contribute to it. You exist for my enjoyment slave. Your pain and frustration delight me. You do want me to be happy don't you slave?'
He nodded enthusiastically, a good enough sign for me to continue. SWISH ! Wow that did the trick ! I hadn't even put much force into the blow but the effect was amazing. Missy gasped and writhed at at his bonds like a man possessed.!
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triptix
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# Posted: 19 Oct 2008 21:17:40
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I have been following this story for a number of months and have enjoyed the highs and lows. I can't wait to hear your side mistress and appreciate the time both of you have put in to this.
Thank you for sharing.
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triptix
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# Posted: 19 Oct 2008 21:18:34
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I have been following this story for a number of months and have enjoyed the highs and lows. I can't wait to hear your side mistress and appreciate the time both of you have put in to this.
Thank you for sharing.
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alanh75
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# Posted: 19 Oct 2008 21:55:53 · Edited by: alanh75
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"It's surprisingly difficult being a complete bitch for long periods of time. It takes more strength than you would imagine"
That right there is something few people realize
A few have commented on the amount of cruelty & overall extremeness of the Mistress's actions. Yet that is the way they chose to "play". Her husband obviously wants & needs this degree of intensity
While it's a human trait within us to feel compassion for blue & understand how hard it must be to endure this kind of treatment, most of us dismiss the other side
Yes, the dominant partner receives the "fringe benefits" of her role & generally leads a life of leisure, but I don't think many understand the amount of work that goes into said role
Unless you're of Elizabeth Bathory's ilk, it's hard being heartless, conniving & cruel 24/7. It takes an incredible amount of mental toughness & dedication to consistently play the role to the hilt
Let's give the Mistress credit where credit is due. She's done an amazing job
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peakmb
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# Posted: 20 Oct 2008 01:39:23
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Twilight Zone again ...
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blue179
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# Posted: 20 Oct 2008 21:07:55
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Thank you Alana. It is a great relief to know there is someone out there who can understand my feelings, and perhaps even those of my husband. I look forward to talking more with you.
Peakmb, so little imagination. And yet you keep coming back. Thank you for that and for taking time to comment. I know, as does my husband what has and is happening in our relationship. You can only guess. Try to keep an open mind. Although I've no doubt, the majority of people on this sight and others like it have very little, if any, real experience, there are some, like my husband and I, who have pushed beyond the usual boundaries. Isn't that how progress happens?
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humanchair
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# Posted: 21 Oct 2008 04:18:33
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This is the best cuckold story i have ever read, actually it's the best story i have ever read...please continue with this masterpiece. i am loving every minute of it, reading this story is the highlight to my week.
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alanh75
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# Posted: 21 Oct 2008 05:38:27
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I too love this story humanchair, as do many, many others. Over 100,000 views is certainly nothing to sneeze at. That's quite an accomplishment
No matter what your feelings regarding the validity of this story, I just wish others would comment more. Writing is a chore, & these two people are working hard to bring their story to us. Everyone keeping up with this story should show their appreciation by commenting. Regardless if your opinions are pro or con, it's always nice to know others are enjoying your work
At least they know, through the vast number of views, that many are enjoying their story & their hard work isn't in vain
I rarely frequent "sex" related sites. I'm much to busy in my real life & live with my significant other, who's not into BDSM. I'm not into photo's or video's all that much, as I prefer the real thing
Besides, the entire "cuckold" thing has nothing to do with me really. I'm female, bisexual & prefer serving females only. From what I gather, it's pretty much a male submissive "thing", although I'm aware that many females are into it too, but for obviously different reasons
My interest lies in the incredible acts of love denied, betrayal, toying with emotions & the delicious cruelty shown to a "loved" one
Women are supposed to be demure, passive & stand behind their man, right? LOL, yeah right. Sorry fellows, the Mistress is a woman who knows what she wants & isn't afraid to go get it
Watch out what you wish for. Although her husband asked for this, she's taking advantage of it, & why shouldn't she? Yes, it's a "game", but is said game simply for the males enjoyment? She's the one who puts all the work into it. Why shouldn't she enjoy it & get as much or more out of it? More power to her. The male mind is much more active regarding fantasies than the female mind. They want this, they want that. Well, don't bitch when you get exactly what you asked for
As the Mistress stated, I'd guess very few people on this board have any actual experience in the many varieties of "kink" related here. I have quite a bit & understand the levels some will take it to in order to reach their utopia, to reach that feeling of bliss
So don't judge the story, enjoy it. Enjoy the words coming from an intelligent, modern woman who strives to understand her husbands kink & actively works to bring it to life. How many males here can say they've ever met a woman who would invest so much time & effort in order to learn what makes her husband tick?
She's absolutely amazing
Anyway, again, it's the elements within the story that keeps bringing me back
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emberlyn
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# Posted: 21 Oct 2008 05:52:20
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I have been follow the story from the start and look forward to new installments each day.
I follow with interest being a submissive transgender person and
know my ex wife would never accept any part of the cockold life style as she did no0t accept my transition.
keep up the great work i like that now you have your chance to share your feelings and thoughts.
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blue179
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# Posted: 25 Oct 2008 19:29:39
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'I thought you said you wanted to make me happy slave?' I demanded.
'Mmmm, Mmmmm !' He nodded emphatically.
'Then let's see you dance for me some more!' SWISH, SWISH, SWISH.
Wow, he was going to look like a cooked lobster soon. His squeeling brought Michael to the garage to see what was going on. I didn't want him to take over the cat from me, it was bad enough just me using it. So I hurried through the rest of the allotted twenty five strokes. Missy looked like he was connected to the mains as he danced like a puppet on the end of his strings, crying and begging me to stop. I wanted to give him the chance to breath but dared not give Michael the chance to take over. It was for his own good but I still felt like a complete bitch.
Sending Michael to get my fluffy blue dressing gown, I threw down my new toy and grabbed my slave trying to calm him. He was still writhing and sceaming even though I'd stopped.
'Ssh, ssh,' I soothed him. 'It's over baby, it's ok, it's over.' Eventually he calmed down and I wiped his sweating face with a towel. He was crying and saliver was running out of him mouth around the ball of his gag. I undid it and wiped his mouth. I was on the verge of calling it a day. I'd gone too far. Then he spoke.
'Please Maam, ' he gasped, still out of breath. 'That was the worst beating you've ever given me. I hated it! I knew I couldn't stand another second. But you knew different. It was incredible. I can't explain it but I just felt so broken to you, so in awe of your beauty and the power you have over me. I love you so much Maam. I'll do anything you say, I promise, anything. I love you Mmmmmaaaam'.
He was suddenly really sobbing. I wanted so much to hold him but he'd just told me he didn't want that. We'd crossed a barrier. We both knew it. I thought we'd gone too far and he must have sensed my feelings. He'd sought, through his pain and tears to reassure me. He wanted me to know that he wanted this. There really were no limits to the power he wanted me to have over him. Alright, I thought, fair enough.
The last thing I should do after that revelation was to weaken. I had to reassert myself, show him I was still calling the shots. I did not need the permission of my slave to beat him.
'Shut the fuck up!' I screamed. I was really angry. I'd felt sorry for him and he'd basically pushed away my pity, refused it. Very well then.
'I am so sick of your wining fucking voice! Shut your mouth and keep it shut. The next time you speak wihout my permission we start again from the beginning. Do you understand you ungrateful piece of shit?'
He nodded quickly, staring down at my feet.
'We still have another twenty five to go I think, so let's get right onto it shall we?'
Michael came back just as I picked up a long bamboo cane from a shelf to one side of the garage. 'Wrap it round his pathetic slave face would you darling? It should muffle his screams, not to mention relieving me of having to look at his ugly fucking face'.
Hiding his face was deliberate. If I couldn't see his eyes I would find it much easier to go on hurting him without the pangs of guilt. I was just preparing myself, measuring the distance for my swing, when Michael piped in, 'What about this?'
He'd found an old cricket bat on the same shelf as the bamboo canes. I hadn't considered it but actually it might be quite effective. 'How clever you are baby,' I congratulated him. 'Why don't you try it?'
Squaring himself up behind missy he swung as if he were hitting a six for England. What a crack! Right on his sissy ass! Missy got such a shock he couldn't get enough air into his lungs to scream! I took advantage of the moment to lash the cane across the front of his thighs. That freed some air! I wondered if he was still enjoying his punishment. Or rather his reward. I doubted he would be so magnanimous now.
I was enjoying myself again, even getting turned on. Power is such an aphrodisiac! My slave wanted me to have absolute power over him. What's more he wanted me to abuse that power. To disregard him, treat him as nothing more than an amusement, a convenience. Therin lay the real reward for him. Despite the cost in pain, humiliation and frustration, it's what he wanted, what he needed. This was the ultimate enjoyment for him. The only thing that could improve it further, make it absolutely perfect.....was if I could enjoy it too. No, not just enjoy it, need it, ache for it as much as he did. Well, why not? We'd come this far.
The rest of the blows fell quickly in a haze of emotion for me. I don't even remember if we counted twenty five. Michael and I watched each other, each revelling in the shear power and cruelty of the other. My slave husband had become exactly what he yearned to be. A means to an end. A tool to be used for my enjoyment. I wasn't even considering him anymore. I was fixated on my lover. I wanted him in the worst way. I was like a bitch in heat. Throwing down my cane I wrapped myself around him and we fell to the cold concrete floor. I could have fainted with desire when he literally ripped my dress off me. We both tore at the waist of his jeans freeing his rock hard manhood. I think I screamed as he impalled me. I grasped him to me with arms and legs oblivious of our surroundings as I was transorted into the most powerfull orgasm of my life. I remember staring up at my slave as he hung in his bonds struggling to breath through the perfumed layers of my fluffy dressing gown. Then I passed out.
The next thing I knew was Michael gently slapping my face to bring me round. He was obviously well impressed with the result his prowess had had on his woman. We both burst out laughing like naughty school kids.
Still giggling we picked ourselves up. I sent Michael ahead to have a stiff drink and meet me under a hot shower. I stood looking at my slave, listening to him breath through the soft thick material of my dressing gown. Running my hands over the weals and bruises that covered his body, I told him. 'I understand now slave. I really do. I won't make any more mistakes. From now on you are really my property. You'll never be anything more. I hope you're glad you got what you wished for'.
With that I grabbed his head holding him to me. He shook as I held him, his whole body shivering in exhaustion. I could release you now if I wanted to. I'm sure that's what you'd like isn't it?'
I felt him nod against my shoulder.
'Pity it's not what I want.' I sighed, leaving go of his head and stepping back. 'I'm tiered so I'm going to join my lover in lovely hot relaxing shower. Then we'll retire to our bed. We'll probably make slow gentle love and fall asleep in each other's arms. Best of all, I doubt if I'll even give you a second thought. Stuck here in this cold garage. Desperately uncomfortable, aching, muscles screaming for relief. Well, then again, now that I think about it, maybe I will think about you. As I drift off, warm and snug. Happy in my lovers arms. Happy in the knowledge of my slave's suffering. Goodnight Missy. Sweet dreams'.
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blue179
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# Posted: 26 Oct 2008 14:41:48
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Thenext morning I was tired so I asked Michael to go to the garage to rlease Missy. He could take a shower and dress in his maids outfit before making us breakfast, then we could discuss the next part of his reward. I fell back to sleep and knew no more until Michael woke me about two hours later. He said he had a confession to make. Seeing my husband hanging there all red and bruised moaning about his aching limbs brought out the caveman in him. He wanted to show Missy who was in charge. I guess he wanted to show me too, that he could take the initiative and deal with our slave without any input from me. He had slipped out and gone for a quick walk into the woods at the bottom of our garden, returning with a binbag full of fresh stinging nettles.
Missy had a taste of these once before but this time was worse. Much worse. After wrapping my heavy winter coat around Missy's head, over the top of the fluffy dressing gown so as to quieten his cries and avoid waking me, Michael had used some heavy gauntlets to handle the nettles. Using the rest of the cling film he had wrapped Missy's entire body in nettles! He said it really woke him up big time!
I was pleased that Michael was enjoying getting involved but I was also worried about my poor slave husband. We'd really broken him last night, then he had all night tied in considerable discomfort. Now this. I pretended not to hurry as I slipped on my dressing gown and padded in my slippers to the garage.
Missy was trying desperately to stay still. Even the slightest movement must have resulted in more stings. I thought about cuddling him. What a double edged pleasure that would be for him. Instead though I hurried to unwrap him and loosened his bonds. I had to shout and kick him to get him off the floor and away to the shower. He cried quietly while I soothed his skin with lotion.
'Come along now Missy, you can stop crying now. I know that was hard on you, especially the nettles, but that's just too bad. Michael and I enjoyed it immensely and that's all that matters. Now, since you've been good we will start the second part of your reward tommorrow. You can sleep the rest of today so you have plenty of energy'.
'Please Maam, please can you tell me what the next part is. I can't stand any more....'
'You will stand whatever I fucking well tell you to stand. Or would you rather stop right now and forget about your reward. It's up to you. You're the one who's waited all this time. Well?'
'I'm sorry Maam. Please can we go on. I know whatever it is will be marvelous'.
'That's better. Now off to bed slave. Here, you can take my slippers to cuddle. Make sure you give them lots of loving kisses.'
When I checked in on him later he was sound asleep in the spare room, my fluffy slippers clutched tightly in his hands, pressed against his face. Looking down at him I almost felt sorry for him. But this was what he wanted. How could I denie him the finale he'd waited for so long?'
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blue179
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# Posted: 26 Oct 2008 15:02:32
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Next morning I had Missy eat his breakfast of leftovers from a doggy bowl on the kitchen floor. Then I put a collar and lead on him. He had to walk at my side around the kitchen and into the longe. I kept bringing him to heel and making him sit on command. Then I lead him to the garage.
You will remember from a previous post that Missy's most feared punishment, at least until our recent events, had been the sac, with electrodes attatched to various points on his body. He had endured a full two hours one day when I was feeling particularly wicked.
This time I attatched the electrodes to stomache, thighs front and back, calfs and feet. Then I removed his chastity shield leaving just the metal tube in place - which you will remember is now permanently affixed. I slid the vibration ring over the outside of the tube, attached the last two electrodes to it then secured everything in place with elastic straps.
Once inside the confines of the rubber sleep sac I used ratched straps to secure him to the big work bench. He knew what was coming so he didn't look too happy as I slid the rubber mask over his face and inflated the rubber cock gag. He didn't know the half of it though.
I secured his head with the last ratchet strap and leaned in close to whisper in his ear.
' You know what happens now don't you slave? What you don't know is how long for. You remember I told you how everything has to revolve around one hundred? Well that's how long you've got. One hundred hours of torture. You stay wrapped in there unable to move an inch while the machine gives you lovely little shocks. Randon intensities at random times for random durations. And, just to keep you interested, during the gaps the ring round your cage will give you some lovely vibrations. Not long or strong enough for you to cum, I hope, but almost. Then just as you begin to enjoy yourself, zapp! Another shock!'
Actually it was pure guesswork on the vibrations. I just had to hope I got it right.
'Don't worry, I'm going to keep checking you and I have a video camera here that Michael has linked to the tv upstairs so we can watch you from there. Make sure you make lots of noise for me won't you? Every ten hours or so I'll let you out for food and water and probably a shower. You're going to be working up quite a sweat I recon. Then it's back in for another ten hours. Now isn't that a nice surprise?'
'Ugh.' he responded.
'Ok here we go. I think I have the settings just right but you be sure to let me know if they are too much won't you slave?'
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# Posted: 26 Oct 2008 15:53:45
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Simply amazing
The slave had an out if he wanted it, yet his Mistress's intense cruelty has become an aphrodisiac he cannot live without. Her biting words, along with her harsh ministrations, obviously feed his voracious masochistic lust
But now, now he's stepped over a threshold. He was offered, to an extent, an olive branch of pity, which he's rejected. It was a benevolent gesture from his tormentress, which he's unlikely to see again
The Mistress can now let go of any feelings of concern for her property, since he's scorned her compassion. Free from her inhibitions of concern, it seems she free to indulge her most wicked fantasies
This story just continues to get better
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# Posted: 29 Oct 2008 20:58:25
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I won't go into every detail of every long hour of that mammoth session. Suffice to say it was quite an experience for both Missy and I. It was also incredibly tiering. I felt that for safety reasons I needed to keep a close eye on him. His breathing was restricted by the rubber mask, he was recieving mild electric shocks and being subjected to sensory deprivation after all.
Michael rigged up a video camera for me that connected to the tv in the lounge so I could watch him from there but I still spent a lot of time in the garage with him. I would stand stroking my long nails over his rubber cocooned body, watching him squirm desperately under the influence of the vibrating ring around his cock tube. Then he would suddenly crie out around his gag as another electric shock hit him. Even though he had to have known it was coming it still seemed to surprise him every time. It must have been a complete nightmare, lying there knowing the shock was coming but having no way to predict when or where it would hit or how strong it would be or even how long it would last. Hour after hour of that. No way to sleep or even relax for the tinyest moment. I felt sorry for him.
I did what I could to take his mind off the enormity of his situation, fearing he might really not be able to cope. I would sit at his head, stroking his face through the rubber mask, whispering to him.I teased him about Michael. How big and hard his cock was. How much her turned me on. How I wished we had started this game years ago. I took my time explaining in the finest detail how we made love and enjoyed each other's bodies. I reminded him over and over that he would never again have those freedoms.
I described items of sexy clothes, things of mine that I knew he loved. Then I'd tell him how when I wore them now it was for Michael not for him. I told him about Michael wanting me to wear a pair of long black sexy boots for bed and how he'd held the spikey heels in his hands as he stared down at me pounding me with that huge weapon of his.
I speculated to him about changing my hairstyle for Michael, or going shopping with him so that he could choose new sexy clothes he wanted to see me in. Laughingly I told him he would probably only see them when he had to wash them!
Telling every detail of how Michael liked his cock sucked and licked and how it drove me wild when he penetrated my ass helped to while away the time but it was also an oportunity not to be missed. There was my slave husband, nowhere to run, no way to escape my taunting and teasing, nothing to take his mind off it until another dreaded shock sent his heaving, sweating body straining uselessly against that rubber cocoon and those unyielding ratchet straps.
I tried to keep him off balance by varying my approach. Sometimes I was deliberately cold and heartless. Telling him in no uncertain terms how he disgusted me and how pathetic I thought he was. I insisted that sex with him had always been a pathetic dissappointment and he'd never given me an orgasm. I said I'd yearned for years to take a real man to my bed but I hadn't because I felt sorry for him. No more though. I was saving all my affection for Michael now.
None of those things was true. I knew it and I hoped he did too really, but at the same time, I think I managed to create enough doubt to get him really humiliated and frustrated, just how we both wanted him.
Other times I would gently soothe him and say how I missed his arms around me, but knew it could never be like that ever again. I even made out that I was the victim having to go to another man for love and affection because my husband had decided to become a slave. Then I'd be brave and kiss his rubber covered forehead saying I would do my best to help him be a good slave and would get the manly love I needed from Michael.
By the end of the first three ten hour sessions with one hour rests between, I was exhausted. With some reservations I had to ask Michael to cover for me sometimes while I rested. Mostly he just sat in the lounge watching Missy on the tv while reading or flicking through sports channels. A couple of times when he actually went into the garage I watched him on the tv and listened as he taunted my slave hubby. He told Missy how he owned me now and would never give me up. How I loved him and worshipped him and would do absolutely anything for him. He taunted him about how I loved to swallow his cum, something I'd never done for hubby. How crazy I went with his cock inside me, screaming his name as I came. How I clung to him when we were out, holding his hand and planting kisses all over his face at every oportunity. He even told Missy that I'd said I never loved him and thought he was a joke. That wasn't true but I never pulled Michael up about that or anything else. Partly I didn't want him to know I was spying on him, but also because he was really very good at taunting my slave. Hearing those things coming from the man you know is screwing your wife must be devastaing in a quite different wat to when you hear her say them. Besides, it turned me on big time. By the time he got back to the lounge I'd be chomping at the bit and we'd end up shagging like rabbits in front of the tv.
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# Posted: 29 Oct 2008 21:09:39
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I even borrowed another camera and videoed it once. Michael walked into the lounge carrying Missy's leather wrist and ankle cuffs, a big boyish grin on his face. He wanted to put them on me. My first instinct was to refuse, but then I thought it might be fun, especially if Missy could see it. What a tease that would be. Seeing his domineering mistress wife, so aloof and untouchable to him, getting tied up and roughly fucked by some young stud. So I sent Michael next door to borrow Mr Hudson's video camera while I got naked and slipped on some incredible red platform 'fuck me shoes' that Michael had bought me.
Michael strapped my wrists and ankles and had me kneel . He linked the wrist cuffs together behind my back and fed me his pulsing cock. Then he had me go on all fours doggy style while he separated the wrist cuffs and fixed them to the ankle cuffs. I was completely at his mercy but, unexpectedly, so turned on I was quite literally begging him to fuck me. I felt like a complete slut as he shoved unceramoniously into my soaking pussy and slowly took me to the fisrt of three orgasms, the final one of which I enjoyed as we both watched Missy writhing and screaming hopelessly on the tv.
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# Posted: 29 Oct 2008 21:25:54
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In the end we didn't make it to one hunded hours. It was just too much. I was too tiered to keep my eyes open by number seven and Missy was so messed up he didn't know what dat it was. I cut it short, without telling him. He still doesn't know. I convinced him that session eight would be session ten, the last one.I did find the energy to make it special though.
I'd made a recording a few weeks earlier of Michael and I in bed together. On it we were talking about sex and how much we enjoyed each other. There was lots of foreplay then a long noisy session of hot sweaty coupling before it finished with some loving pillow talk at the end. It was about two hours long and I played it through headphones for Missy. I put it on repeat play for the full ten hours. With no distractions and no other sensory input it must have been extremely powerful stuff for him.
I added further to his discomfort with a little surprise. Before fitting his hood for the last session I sat on his chest and held up for him to see some very well used condoms. There were four in total, each knotted to hold safe their respective substantial offerings. I explained to Missy the two were from Michael, one fro Mr Hudson and the last from Julie's boyfriend. She had used a ribbed one to persuade him to provide an excuse for using a condom and had sneaked it into her handbag to give to me later. I poured each one into Missy's rubber mask before pulling it onto his head and smoothing it over his sweating faceThen it was headphones on, shocks turned up a couple of notches and off we go!
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alanh75
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# Posted: 30 Oct 2008 23:26:25
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Nice element of psychological torment
LOL, poor Missy. It must be hell not knowing if this is still just a game or if his wifes words are the unvarnished truth. I have no idea either of course. That in itself makes this story all the more suspenseful
The Mistress has given us hints as to her true feelings, but are they just basic human emotions, as in feeling sorry for a loved one? Or is there more to it? Is she doing this strictly for him? Does she want this to continue?
This "game" has gone on for quite some time. She's actually gone a month or more without even seeing Missy. Then there's the incredible sexual rewards she's reaping from this, not too mention having a personal slave wait on her hand & foot. She obviously enjoys all that & doesn't seem too concerned with being away from him for long periods of time
What does that mean?
Could she ever go back to how it was? Ever go back to a simple husband/wife team, & the vanilla sex that goes with it?
Questions, questions, questions.....
Hopefully, we'll get the answers as she continues
Leave some comments please. Let's let her know we're keeping up with this great story
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# Posted: 6 Nov 2008 14:08:14
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# Posted: 6 Nov 2008 19:25:52
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The long hours had another advantage in that they gave Michael and I time to talk with Missy not around. Things never stay the same in life and we were no exception. Julie was moving away very soon as her boyfriend had landed a job abroad. Michael had been under pressure from his parents to go ti university. He had a position waiting for him in his father's law firm once he had his degree.
To be honest I was surprised it had lasted as long as it did. The age difference was exciting but hardly practical. It's not like I was in love with him, although I'd done everything I could to convince my slave hubby I was. He was always just a means to an end, a tool I used to heat up the game. A very handsome and sexy tool but just a tool all the same. Of course I'd miss him but life goes on. I couldn't stand in the way of his future career. My main concern was to keep it from my slave until we could finish the game in style.
I decided that part three of Missy's reward would involve us spending a night in a hotel. After giving him a couple of days to recover from the sac I told him we were going to stay in the lovely hotel where we'd cellebrated our anniversary three years ago.
Missy drove as Michael and I sat in the back of the car cuddling and kissing. Then we made him carry all the bags to our room. He'd been very dissappointed that it wasn't just him and I going away, but he was even more upset when I gave him the address of another hotel and told him that's where he was staying. He didn't dare say anything but his face said it all. Dissappointment, frustration, jealousy, humiliation. They were all there. 'Excellent !' I thought. Ha !
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# Posted: 6 Nov 2008 19:52:00
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We gave him a couple of hors to walk there and get settled then we paid him a visit. Michael and I were in a five star hotel. Missy's would have struggled to get one star if anyone had ever bothered to classify it.
Once in Missy's room I ordered him to strip while Michael emptied the contents of a sports bag we had brought with us onto the bed. The bed had an old fashioned metal frame, which I'd seen in their add on the internet. It was their sole attraction I think.
We had Missy stand at the bottom of the bed facing the mattress. He had to spread his legs so Michael could tie his ankles to the bed legs.Then he secured his wrists to the top corners of the bed end frame, all using ropes from the assortment he'd tipped onto the bed. Then, while Michael made him jump and cringe by swishing a short length of nylon washing line through the air behind him, I slipped off my shoes and climbed onto the bed. Lifting the front of my long skirt I pulled my slave's face into my silk french knickers. I nodded to Michael who began lashing the backs of Missy's legs. I felt him jump and dropped my skirt over his head so I could use both hands on the back of his head to pull his face in tighter, muffling his cries as I shouted at him to shut the fuck up.
After ten lashes I told Michael I wanted a go. I stepped down from the bed intending to find something to gag my slave with prior to adding more lovely red wheals to his legs and ass. Michael though was way ahead of me. Jumping on the bed to take my place he dropped his trousers and pants. I watched in shock as he stuffed his rock hard cock straight down my slave husbands throat. I know we'd discussed going out with a bang but I never expected that ! Neither did Missy judging by the look of surprise and panic on his face.
'Go on then babe,' he encouraged me. 'Flog the fucking useless faggot while I use his face as a fucking cum dump !'
So, I did. It was strange. I knew I wasn't as strong as Michael but I was really laying into his arse. He should have been screaming the place down, but there was nothing, not a sound. Well, apart from the odd desperate gurgle. Michael must have had that thick cock of his wedged so far down Missy's throat that he couldn't get the air into his lungs to scream.
Finishing my ten lashes I moved to the side to get a look at my slave's face. He was turning blue as tears streamed down his cheeks to soak into Michael's pubic hair. Then Michael pulled out just long enough for my slave husband to choke out a cough before he slammed back in. Faster and faster Michael's hips bucked until finally, with a deep groan of release he unloaded his thick spunk directly into Missy's stomache, tearing at his hair to get every possible last millimeter of cock into my slaves mouth.
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# Posted: 6 Nov 2008 19:53:25
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Ah, great to see the story continue
It's somewhat coming into focus now, as her words are beginning to imply intent. Yet so many things still remain unclear & the suspense hangs over the story like a thick fog
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# Posted: 6 Nov 2008 20:24:42
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You are such a good narator alanh. If this ever becomes a stage show the job is yours! If I ever write a book and need someone to write an intro, you're it !
Thanks for your continued interest babe. xxx N.
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