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peakmb
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# Posted: 23 Dec 2007 00:30:54
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Still looking like The Bitchy Tease, Blue. But good with it. At this point I can't see how either can contunue. She loves John, he knows that whatever he does now, its going to be at least two years. For another ruined orgasm.
The thing is, I really want to see how you get out of that ..
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blue179
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# Posted: 23 Dec 2007 12:14:35
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Stick with it peakmb there is so much more. The hardest part is deciding which bits to tell. If I told everything it would go on forever. Hope none of you who read this are getting bored wth it. There are some interesting twists to come I promise you !!!!!!
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droppinby
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# Posted: 23 Dec 2007 13:41:27
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keep going but give us more, i know time may be an issue but i for one would like to hear as much as possible.
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blue179
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# Posted: 28 Dec 2007 18:48:22
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It was a couple of months later when I discovered something about my wife that shocked me. You might think that would be difficult after all that had gone on over the previous year, but it seemed she still had a few surprises in store for me.
I was still struggling to come to terms with our new situation. The thought of waiting two years before being allowed to cum simply filled me with despair. To be fair to my wife she did work incredibly hard to ensure I was in a constant state of sexual excitement. Every one of my fantasies came to life in her skillful hands, even the ones I had never really wanted to become reality. I was her devoted slave and could think of nothing but pleasing her. I did not understand it then and I still don't. The more she abused me, scorned me, humiliated me and teased me - the more I loved and worshipped her. It was probably my inability to focus on anything but her that lost me my job. I had been with the same firm for many years and so the pill was sweetened with a nice fat redundancy cheque and a pension. Hence we would not be badly off. In fact it would be nice to have more time available to spend with her. I had no idea how far she wanted to go with our adventure or how long she wanted it to last but perhaps, with more time available, I thought, we could speed things up, intensify the game still further, take it to its zenith then get back together and be a couple again. That's what we always did. In fact the getting back together was the best bit. After such a long and intense game it would be incredible, amazing, mind blowing this time!
I arrived at our house as per schedule wearing a track suit over my maids outfit. I was hoping my wife would let me give her the news of my redundancy before setting me at my housework. The first surprise came when she opened the door wearing almost an exact copy of my uniform. Unlike me, however, she looked amazing.
'Don't look so shocked slave,' she said as I followed her into the lounge unable to tear my eyes from her cute little silk panties and black nylon stocking tops.
'In case you have any silly ideas,' she warned,' I will not be helping you with your housework. This outfit is for John's benefit. Come here and kneel in front of me and I will tell you why he likes it.'
I obeyed instantly, kneeling and looking down at her cute little feet balanced pricariously in patent leather stilletoes with viciously thin pointed heels. She lifted one leg and placed her foot on the couch telling me to look up. I was not normally allowed to look higher than her knees and so eagerly lifted my gaze intending to take in the fragile beauty of her face. Unfortunately my gaze became rivetted on the black silk panties moulded tight to her forbidden pussy.
Laughing at my discomfort she continued, ' John likes to play a game. It's kind of a role play thing. You understand how sexy role play games can be don't you cucky?'
My mouth was so dry that my reply was still stuck in my throat as she continued. 'He likes to pretend he is the master of the house and I am the new servant girl. I need the job desperately and he is happy to take advantage of that.'
The fact that my darling wife was prepared to play sex games to please another man was heart breaking for me but more was to come.
'He pretends to find fault with my work and threatens to fire me. I act all panicked and terified. I desperately need the job so I beg him to reconsider. Eventually he offers me the alternative. I must go over his knee for a sound spanking to teach me the error of my ways. That was the biggest shock. We had tried such games only a couple of times early in our marriage. They had never worked. I could never quite play the dominant role convincingly enough and she made it very clear that she was way too dominant to ever belittle herself to me. It seemed though that she had no such problems performing such a role for her lover!
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Ginger23
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# Posted: 29 Dec 2007 00:10:51
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blue179: I am touched by your story so far. This is sent upon my reading of your October 29 submission. you should know that i am incorporating some of your wife's ideas for psychological conditioning into my own relationship with my sissy. One slight difference, at least so far, is that I have him shave me, and he may touch me in my intimate places, but only for that purpose and not for his pleasure. you express your love of agony very well, and you have captured the idea that unless drastic measures are taken by the domme, the sub controls the relationship, as the domme must satisfy the sub in order to keep the sub's interest in continuing the relationship. your wife has obviously gone past that point. I congratulate you for recognizing what you have both done. I look forward to reading more of your submission. Ginger.
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blue179
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# Posted: 29 Dec 2007 13:04:15
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Thank you Ginger for you insightful comments. My wife says that you sound like an interesting person and has instructed me to ask if you would like to discuss ideas and experiences here within the forum, perhaps in a seperate thread ? Thanks again and hope you continue to enjoy my tale.
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blue179
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# Posted: 29 Dec 2007 13:35:20
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To my amazement my wife continued, ' After my spanking I stand in front of my master with tears in my eyes rubbing my burning backside. Although it hurts to begin with the heat eventually reaches my pussy and I actually start to get turned on by the pain. Its a pitty you never had the balls to drag me over your knee and smack my ass, maybe things would have turned out differently, ' she mused. 'Anyway, as I stand there I notice the bulge in the front of my master's trousers and , seeing me looking, he begins to massage it. I pretend to be shocked, playing the shy little virgin. I turn to run away but he jumps up, grabs my hand and pulls me back, forcing himself on me, crushing my lips with his, pushing his wet tongue between my lips. I cry out and he slaps me across my face. Shocked into silence I stand sobbing as he runs his hands over my breasts squeezing them painfully. Laughing at my pain and embarrassment he informs me that I have a choice. I can submit to his demands and do exactly as he says or I can get out of his house. Without a refference there is no way I will get another job and so I submit, going to my knees as instructed and unzipping his flies to pull out his engorged manhood. Slapping my cheeks with his cock he demands I open my mouth before forcing his cock into my throat. I gag and choke begging for mercy, pretending to be disgusted by him whilst all the while my need for him grows. Its something a sissy cuckold like you would never understand,' she smiles down at me. I understand more than she thinks as the thought of my gorgeous wife allowing another man to mistreat her like that disgusts and saddens me deeply while, at the same time maddens me with lust. I only wish I might be allowed to watch this action take place instead of just hearing about it from her.
'Growing frustrated with my virgin-like attempts at fellatio,' she went on,'he throws me to the floor demanding I kneel on all fours. Lifting my skirt he pulls aside my knickers and in one swift movement, plunges his rampant cock into my virgin pussy. I scream and beg for mercy as he takes my virginity, laughing as he takes his cruel pleasure, smacking my ass with one hand as he pulls my hair with the other. After a while he withdraws and turns me onto my back. Tearing off my knickers he plunges into me once more. He demands I wrap my legs around him and slaps my face once more telling me to shut the fuck up! As I lie there I have to remember to look completely passive. I yearn to hold him and kiss him but my role demands that I maintain an air of disgust and despair. Even when I cum I must try to hold back and not show it. Finally, as my cruel master's strokes quicken I beg him not to release his seed inside me, telling him I am not protected. I beg him not to make me pregnant but he just laughs and ploughs away all the harder. As he cums he spits in my face calling me a slut and a whore. I whimper and plead with him as I feel his heavy load of baby making juice hose my virgin womb.'
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blue179
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# Posted: 30 Dec 2007 12:52:40
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As she related her tale my wife had begun lightly stroking her nylon covered pussy. I guess her thoughts turned her on as much as they did me but unfortunately there was no way I could stimulate my caged cock even if I had dared to try.
Snapping out of her day dream, my wife dropped her raised leg to the floor and slapped me hard across my face. 'Get on with your work slave. Your master will be home soon and I doubt very much if he will be impressed to find you gawking at my pussy instead of doing your housework.'
Scrambling to my feet I made for the lounge door to begin my chores in the kitchen. I was loading the washing machine when I heard John, my wife's live in lover coming in the back door. As he entered the kitchen my wife came in from the lounge. I expected her to greet him with a hug and a passionate kiss as I had seen her do many times previously. Instead she curtsied then stood to attention, hands clasped in front looking down at the floor. A wide grin spread across John's face as he took in her uniform. 'Where's my other slave?' he asked. Getting quickly to my feet I tried to copy my wife's curtsy and her submissive posture.
John looked me up and down before walking over to my wife. Taking her chin he raised her face to his but she kept her eyes down. 'Please sir,' I heard her murmer. I had never seen her like this. It was mind blowing to find my dominant wife could be so submissive. I would never have guessed that this other side of her nature existed. Was this for real, was it just for his benefit or did she really enjoy it herself. Was it to tease me?
'Have my little slaves been busy,' he asked her.
'Yes sir,' my wife answered with another curtsy.
'Well I'd better have a check round and make sure everything has been done properly hadn't I ? You know you are already on your final warning don't you?'
'Yes sir, please sir, I'm trying really hard honestly sir.' Such acting! I could actually see tears forming in her eyes!
'As for you,' he said, turning to me, 'I want you out. Go home. I want some time alone with your fellow servant. Shall we say I need to focus on her training without any distractions,' he sneared. 'Go on, get dressed and fuck off. Now !'
I pulled my tracksuit on over my maids uniform and changed my shoes. As I hurried off down the drive I realised I had forgotten to tell my wife about my redundancy.
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# Posted: 30 Dec 2007 13:20:04
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It was several weeks later when I got another indication of how little I knew about my own wife's sexuality.
I arrived at the hotel as instructed and found the room number that had been texted to me. The door was opened by her boyfriend John. 'Get in here sissy,' he smiled. I was told to undress and kneel in front of him as her lounged in an easy chair beside the bed. As I knelt there wearing only my new smaller cock cage lokking down at his shoes I could hear the sounds of water splashing in the bathroom and assumed it was my wife. I imagined what she looked like, her gorgeous nude body carressed by the overflowing bubbles. My cock srtuggled yet again in its utterly futile attempts to find any room at all to grow inside its cruel metal prison.
I was jerked back from my wandering thoughts by John's voice.' There is a party taking place here at the hotel tonight slave. It's an eighteenth birthday party for my nephew Michael. After a great deal of thought about what I could give him for his birthday I have made a decision. He is a very shy lad, good looking and quite popular but scared stiff of girls it seems. According to his best friend he's still a virgin, hence my idea for his gift. I have decided to give him your wife.'
The shock on my face must have been comical as he laughed at me.
'Eyes down slave,' he ordered,' unless you want a reminder of your place. I brought a cane with me in case such a lesson proved necessary. Well ?'
'Sorry sir,' I whimpered pathetically. This was ridiculous. He had no right. What did my wife think about this?
'That's better. Now, you will be pleased to know that Michael will not be the only one getting a special treat tonight. Your wife has persuaded me to allow you certain privaledges, but only if you behave yourself. So what's it to be? Are you going to behave in a manner befitting a cuckolded slave or would you like to leave now?'
No contest ! I had to see this. I had to know what was going on. And then there was the treat. What was that to be? I was so pathetically starved of my wife's attentions, so sexually frustrated, there was not much I would not do in return for even the smallest improvement in either area.
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blue179
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# Posted: 30 Dec 2007 13:32:25
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'Please sir, I'll do whatever you say.'
'Good. Your first task will be to help your mistress with her bath. Then you can dry her and help her to get ready. Remember though, the penalty for stepping over the mark will be extremely severe. You will treat my woman with the utmost respect at all times. You will make no attempt to speak to her and you will keep your dirty little pervert thoughts to yourself. Do I make myself clear slave?'
'Yes sir, very clear. Thank you sir.'
'Right. When she is ready you may crawl under the bed and lie there for the duration of my nephew's visit. You will remain still and silent no matter what. You will not come out from under there until I return and tell you to. Understood?'
'Yes sir.'
'It will be a rare priveledge for you to listen as your mistress gives herself as a gift to someone of my choosing. I expect some apreciation from you. If you behave properly then I may have another treat for you afterwards. Now I'm going downstairs to the party. I'll see you after your slut wife has been royally fucked by a boy less than half your age. Oh, and since he's a virgin there's no need for any condoms. Your wife gets to feel some virile eighteen year old's spunk swimming inside her womb tonight. How do you think she's going to like that?'
Laughing at my tortured expression he left closing the door quietly behind him.
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blue179
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# Posted: 30 Dec 2007 14:16:45
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Knocking lightly on the bathroom door I entered to find my wife just as I had imagined in a bath of bubbles. 'Get the sponge and wash me slave boy,' she ordered coldly. 'Just you be careful slave. One wrong move and I'll have to tell your master you disrespected his woman. I don't think you'd want that would you?' Remembering my instructions not to speak I shook my head and aplied myself to my task. It was utter torture. To be so close to her naked body. It had been so long. She was even more beautiful than I remembered. The thought that all that beauty was denied to me was so painful. The thought that it would shortly be given freely to some undeserving youngster was heart breaking.
As I knelt to dry her she laughed at my obvious discomfort. I helped her dress in a sexy but sophisticated black basque with seemed silk stockings and six inch black stilletoes. Finally a short silk robe completed her outfit. As I lovingly brushed and dried her long dark hair she teased me about how excited she was at the prospect of being fucked by such a young guy, and a virgin too! She would be his first. The woman who introduced him to sex!
When she was ready she went to her suitcase to retrieve some items. Giving them to me she had me fit them. One was a leather ankle restraint the other a pair of leather wrist restraints that she had to help me with, securing my wrists behind me. 'Right now under the bed cucky and be quick. He'll be here any minute.'
She was right. I was still adjusting my position under the bed, trying to get comfortable, when there was a knock at the door. I could see nothing but I could hear very clearly as my wife invited him in. He sounded nervous as they chatted and opened a bottle of champaign. I knew she had removed the robe as I actually heard him exclaim,' Fucking hell !!!!' Then he apologised for swearing. My wife shushed him and asked if he wanted he liked his birthday present.
To cut a long story short, there first fuck was short and desperate. He came after just a couple of minutes and I sympathised with him entirely, knowing for sure that I would not even have lasted that long! Second time around was more relaxed. He even took the time to undress this time! I listened in an agony of frusration as this boy fucked my darling wife long and slow till I heard her cum, calling his name and urging him on.
The third time was not long in coming and I marvelled at his youthful stamina. At her suggestion he took her from behind as she stood at the side of the bed leaning forward to rest on a pillow. I had a perfect view of her cute little nylon encased toes when they curled in extasy as this youth pounded her unfaithful pussy like his life depended on it.
When, a short time later, he wanted to go again, my wife complained of being sore and consoled him with a noisy slurping blow job. Another new experience for him and one he much apreciated judging by his moans of exstacy. It was deeply hurtful when finally he did what she had never allowed me to do in twenty odd years of marriage. He came in her mouth!
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triptix
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# Posted: 30 Dec 2007 17:51:36
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Excellent story so far although like the others I feel a little sorry for you. I can understand why you don't want it to end but I couldn't do it.
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Ginger23
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# Posted: 31 Dec 2007 08:17:02
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blue: I'd be honored to communicate with Your Wife, and you, about this lifestyle, either here or in a separate thread. I don't know a lot about threads and such, so I'll need directions on how to do that. by the way, iIhave had hubby read your submission, and his cock has not gone down yet. i don't have him caged on a permanent basis yet, but do restrain him for varying periods of time, the length of which he never knows in advance. give Your Wife my warmest regards. Ginger
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blue179
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# Posted: 31 Dec 2007 10:47:03
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Ginger, thanks for the reply. To start a new thread you go to the section you want to put it in eg cuckold stories, then click on new topic at the top. You must be both so excited to be starting out on this road ! I wish you luck with it. I may not be allowed to comunicate with you, it will be my wife who speaks to you - she may not want me to see what she says - hence the suggestion of a new topic. Hope you enjoy chatting. Thanks. ps to talk in private you can click on private messages if you preffer.
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blue179
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# Posted: 31 Dec 2007 11:14:47
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After that it all went quiet but my own torture continued as I imagined my darling wife cosily wrapped in the arms of her young lover a few inches above me. I assumed he must be staying the night when she got out of bed and turned off the lights before removing her stockings and kicking them under the bed. I reached for them and held them to my nose inhaling her deliciously heady scent.
I slept little until next morning when I heard them going into the bathroom together. I heard the shower running and imagined the two of them together soaping each others intimate places. Any thoughts that my wife might have had some reluctance in playing the part of a gift from John to his young nephew had long since been dispelled. I was hurt but also desperately excited by this new wanton side of my wife's character. Her submissiveness to John seemed to have no boundaries. He could take her as he pleased, slap her, verbally abuse her, even spit in her face and she gave every impression she loved it. Now, it seemed, she was more than eager to sleep with anyone her lover suggested.
I was so horny and so desperate to see my wife I was about to slide out from under the bed and sneak to the bathroom door. Maybe I could catch a glimpse of her through the steam. Just then there was a knock at the door. After a while and a second knock my wife came out of the bathroom. She answered the door to her boyfriend John.
'Well how did it go ? Did my nephew enjoy his gift ?' he asked.
'Why don't you ask him,' replied my wife. 'Michael babe, your uncle John is here,' she called.
Coming out of the bathroom Michael said, 'Hi,' in a very nervous voice. John soon put him at ease, sending my wife back into the bathroom to finish getting ready before teasing Michael about his exploits. 'She is some fuck isn't she ?' John asked.
'Amazing,' Michael replied. 'It was the best birthday present ever. Thanks uncle John.'
'My pleasure son, I know she was your first so I wanted it to be special. Only trouble is that now you've had a woman like that you're gonna struggle to find another one that won't be a let down,' he laughed.
'So, if you don't mind me asking, who is she ?' Michael asked.
'That's a long story son,' John replied. 'She's married but she belongs to me. Her husband is a little dicked sissy who can't satisfy her so she comes to me.'
I was going bright red just hearing this. Little did I know it was about to get a lot worse!
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blue179
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# Posted: 1 Jan 2008 13:21:18
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'In fact,' John continued, 'why don't I introduce you.' I froze in fear at his words. Surely he wouldn't ?
'Get out here sissy,' he called.' Come and meet the boy who's been giving your wife what you can't.' I couldn't move. The embarrassment !
'Don't make me drag you out boy. Move now you fucking spineless wimp !'
Being dragged out would be even worse, so, with difficulty, I shuffled my way out. I had another struggle to get to my feet and eventually stood there, ankles still bound and wrists tied behind my back, naked except for my shiny metal chastity cage.
John was sitting in an arm chair grinning smuggly. The young guy Michael was stood staring at me, mouth open. He looked as embarrassed as I felt. My wife must have noticed how uncomfortable we both were and it hurt so deeply when she chose to comfort, not me her husband, but her most recent lover. Moving beside him she took his hand in hers laying her head against his arm and smiling sweetly at me as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth.
'You see Michael,' John explained, ' Last night served two purposes. You got to loose your virginity with a very sexy lady and sissy boy here got a lesson in who owns his wife. I'm sorry I couldn't tell you about it earlier but I didn't want to put you off. I hope it hasn't spoiled things for you.'
Smiling at my wife Michael answered, 'Well it is a bit weird but I guess anything that goes on between consenting adults is ok. And,' he added, 'It was definitely worth it from my point of view.' Reaching up on tip toe my wife kissed him.
'That's my boy .' John laughed.
'Still though,' Michael frowned, 'I don't really see what he gets out of it.'
'The husband you mean ?' asked John,' the sissy little slave, the fucking dickless looser ?' If I could have crawled back under the bed I would have done.
'That's a good question and since you ask, let me show you.' John stood as he said this and walked over to me. I immediately dropped my gaze to stare at the carpet between us. ' I think I promised you a little treat if you behaved yourself didn't I slave ?'
'Yes sir,' I mumbled. No more embarrassment please - I thought desperately !
'How would you like to take off that little cage and get a sample of some pussy boy?'
Suddenly I was interested. The only pussy in the room was my wife's!
'Do you think your husband desrves some pussy ?' John asked my wife.
' Why not,' she answered, ' he must be ready for some by now.'
'Yea, I think you're right. Tell Michael how long it's been since you came slave then tell him how long since you came inside a hot pussy.'
'Well I think....' Crack! John swiped me across the face.
'Is that how you adress the guy who just spent the night giving your wife what you can't ? You better show some fucking respect boy !'
Now redder still and cringing with embarrassment I started again. 'Please sir, it's nearly a year since my last orgasm, and that was a ruined one. I think it's over two years since I could come in my wife's pussy.'
'Who said anything about your wife looser. This is your pussy,' John smiled as he walked to the wardrobe and took from inside a fully inflated rubber sex doll. Well actually, it wasn't rubber. It was plastic. A really cheap and unrealistic model.
'There you go lover boy she's all yours,' he laughed as he threw the doll onto the bed still rumpled from my wife and her young lover's night of passion.
'Shall we say ten minutes ? That should be enough I think.'
Shit, this was awful. It was a nightmare. I couldn't do this. No way ! My cock though, wasn't listening. Any port in a storm ! It would be incredibly embarrassing but also unbelievably erotic. Fucking a plastic doll while my darling wife watched, laughing at my desperate humping while she stood cuddling her lover. Better yet, I would be lieing on her bed sheets. I would be able to smell her on them and imagine the pathetic doll was her. It was as close as I was going to get.
I looked at John, turning slightly to show him my wrist cuffs, 'Please sir,' I asked.
He walked over and released my ankles then, taking a key from his pocket, he removed my cock cage.' The wrist cuffs stay on. Now get on with it. You have eight minutes left. Oh and you might want to use some of that time to, shall we say, give her a little oral. I forgot to bring the lubricant.'
So there I was in front of my wife, her young lover and her boyfriend, licking desperately at the pussy of an inflateable doll. Hoping I had managed to push sufficient saliva inside the doll I raised up and lay on top of it. That was when I realised how difficult this was going to be. With my hands tied behind me I could not guid my bursting cock into the doll's pussy. Every time I tried the doll slipped from under me. Eventually it fell off the side of the bed, much to everyone's amusement. Past all careing now, I followed it but the floor was no better. Worse still I was sweating profusely which just made the damned thing more slippy.
Finally I managed to wedge its head against the wall and felt my long denied cock slide inside. I almost passed out from the sheer pleasure ! It was like nothing I had ever felt. My cock was so sensitised ! Even this cheap rubbishy doll's pussy felt like the finest velvet.
I wanted to make it last, to stretch out this mind boggling pleasure but I knew my time must be running out and I expected no mercy from my wife's cruel lover. I began to pound the doll with every ounce of strength in my body. In seconds I could feel my orgasm aproach. I was there ! Nothing else existed in that moment, I was about to shoot !
The sound of rushing air broke my trance and then suddenly the tight pussy wasn't so tight anymore. I turned my head to see John holding the valve open as he knelt laughing at me. 'Time's up lover boy.'
'Fuck no!' I screamed. Then remembering my position, 'Please I need......'
'Maybe next time,' John laughed as he pulled me up by my hair. 'Don't worry, we'll keep her for you for next time won't we guys ?'
'Yes but how long it is till next time depends on your behaviour,' answered my wife.
'Better listen boy, your wife knows best,' smiled John.
'Don't just stand there slave,' John suddenly shouted,' say your thank yous then go and get a cold shower so we can get that little thing put away.'
Walking toward my wife and Michael I heard John remind me, 'On your knees and do it properly mind.'
So I knelt and thanked my wife and her young lover for their kindness before doing the same for her boyfriend John. Then I went into the bathroom where my wife joined me. Turning on the shower she had me stand under it until my enraged cock had shrunk right down.
'There that's better. We don't want you wandering around thinking you can compete with real men like John and Michael do we sweetheart. Put your cage on and I'll let you kiss me.'
The cage was quickly in place and the lock snapped shut. My gorgeous wife sat on the side of the bath as I got my kiss. Her feet of course. What else. 'You can lick them if you like. Good behaviour in slaves should be rewarded. Go ahead it's ok.'
So I did. I licked and sucked her darling little toes with relish, belittling myself showing my utter devotion to her - my darling wife - my mistress.
Eventually John came in and, removing the leather wrist cuffs, told me to dress quickly.
As I waited at the door John cuddled my wife and told her,' The room is booked until 2pm. I'm sure you and young Michael here can think of something to do till then,' he said winking at my wife's young lover.
'Thanks uncle John,' he replied,' for everything.'
'My pleasure son. See you later. And I'll take this out of your way.' he laughed nodding in my direction.
Leaving John told me to follow him. As we walked down the hotel corridor he whispered ominously,' We are going home and I'm going to explain to you why you should never presume to touch my property without my permission, even to kiss her feet.'
Stopping at the lift he continued,' I own your wife boy. That means I own you. I will do what I please with my property. You are nothing. A fucking joke. A sissyfied maid who can't for his wife to finish fucking some other guy so he can lick her toes. You desrve everything you've had so far and everything you get from here on.'
All I could do was keep my gave on the floor as we entered the lift.
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blue179
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# Posted: 2 Jan 2008 18:46:15
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It was my birthday and the one year aniversary since my last orgasm - which you will remember was ruined by my wife leaving go just as I began to spurt. I arrived at our house to find John, my wife's boyfriend/husband waiting for me.
'You're five minutes late slave,' was his greeting.
'Sorry sir, the bus was...'
'Shut up and strip off your clothes now,' he interupted. Moving quickly to obey I took off my tracksuit then the plastic maids outfit it concealed.
'Over here quickly. Move !'
I rushed over to him as he stood beside one of the heavy wooden carver chairs that stand either end of the dining table. Producing some heavy cable ties John quickly had my legs secured to the back legs of the chair. I was then told to bend over the back of the chair and my forearms were tightly fastened to the chair arms, palm side up. I found that I could move my head and open and close my fists, otherwise I was pretty much imobile. I trembled as I wondered what he had in mind. Today was my birthday so I had been entertaining small tentative hopes that my wife might have arranged something special for me. However, judging by John's mood that somethng was looking less and less atractive.
'Right slave open up. I've got some washing here for you that you might as well make a start on.' With that he proceeded to stuff my mouth with two pairs of my wife's silky french knickers and two pairs of her black stockings. As John wrapped insulating tape around and around my head pushing the sexy underware tightly into my gaping mouth I could taste their combined juices mingled with my wife's perfume.
'That should keep you quiet while I lay out the ground rules. I know it's your birthday and frankly I don't give a shit. Unfortunately your mistress doesn't feel quite the same way. Consequently you will shortly be allowed to go into our bedroom to see her. She wants to show you something and have a chat. Before I allow that I want to make sure you understand a few things.'
A cold shiver ran through me as he tossed a thin vicious looking bamboo cane onto the table. 'Be afraid sissy boy, be very afraid. You do not even think about touching her. You don't speak except to answer her questions. You show total and utter respect for my woman. In short, you remember who's running this fucking show !'
His face was right up against mine as he finished his warning. I felt a few drops of his spittle hit the side of my face as I shut my eyes dreading what was coming next. He hadn't tied me down like this just to give me a verbal warning.
'Now slave, just so you are not under any illusions about the consequences of breaking my rules, I am going to give you a little reminder'
My fists were clenched as tightly closed as my eyes when he said,' Open your hands wimp. I'm gonna make sure they don't decide to do anything inapropriate. Shit, I thought, that cane would slice my fingers off!
'Its up to you lover boy. One on the palm with your co operation or six on the ass without it. Make up your mind.'
Without opening my eyes I hesitantly opened my right hand. Slash ! I screached into my gag. My hand was on fire. The pain was white hot shooting up my arm.
'Other hand sissy boy.'
No way! No way, I couldn't open my fist, No way !
I opened my eyes hoping to plead with them. I would do anything he said. I would remember. I wouldn't put a foot wrong. Please. Unfortunately he was already behind me and I screamed and went on screaming as he laid in quick succession six brands of fire across my rear, starting just above my knees with the first and travelling up a couple of inches with each one. I wanted to breath but could find no air and no power in my lungs to draw it in.
'I'll ask once more slave. Left hand open or next time its twelve strokes on your pathetic behind.'
Blinded by tears I somehow found the strength to open my hand. The pain was unbearable but I bore it anyway, not once but three times to each hand. I couldn't stand it! I hoped desperately to pass out, anything to escape that agony. I must have come close as next thing I knew he was grasping my hair and shaking my head asking, 'Do we understand each other ?'
Having been released I walked to my wife's bedroom and knocked. I must have been a state as I entered, my eyes red and puffy, face streaked with tears, still naked except for the ever present chastity cage and holding my still burning hands protectively to my chest.
'Oh dear,' my wife gasped, 'What happened to you?'
I couldn't answer as the tears welled up and started again. If I hoped for sympathy I was to be greatly dissapointed. 'You've been annoying John again haven't you. How many times have I warned you? You know he won't tolerate any mischief from you don't you? It's your own fault.'
My wife's lack of sympathy just upset me more and I sobbed uncontrollably until I was jerked out of my sorrows by her stern voice, 'Now come on stop being silly. We don't have all day. If you want your treat you'll have to hurry up. Go in the bathroom and dry your eyes then get back here. Hurry up or you'll have me annoyed with you too.'
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# Posted: 2 Jan 2008 19:21:11
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Returning to the bedroom I sat in a chair as instructed as my gorgeous wife reclined in her underware on what used to be our marrital bed.
'That's better. Now watch.'
I sat spellbound as my wife and mistress sat up and removed her bra. It had been some time since I'd seen those cute, firm bossoms, even longer since she had shown them off to only me. I held my breath then as she slid off her black silk french knickers and threw them to me.'Go ahead, smell me, while they are still warm.' As I inhaled her heady scent my cruelly imprisoned cock threatened to birst its steel enclosure apart! I stared longingly as she opened her legs briefly to give me just a glimpse of what had once been mine and only mine. Then reaching down she undid the straps on her platform shoes and threw those to me as well. 'Lick them. Outside then the inside. Worship your mistresses footware like a good slave. She did not have to ask twice as I gorged myself on her sexy shoes made so precious because she had worn them for me.
'Do you love me slave?' The question came as a surprise and I dropped the shoes to my lap to answer, 'Yes Maam.'
'Even after all we've been through? After all I've done to you. All I've had John do to you. You still love me?'
'Yes maam.'
'As much as you used to?'
'More.' I answered.
'More? You love me more after I've teased and denied you. Punished you. Cheated on you with other men. Taken one man as my lover, even as my husband. Still you say you love me more?'
'Yes maam. More than I can say.'
'So if all I've put you through for the past two years has served only to make you love me more.......then to keep that love alive and even to make it grow stronger still..... all I have to do is continue. I have to tease you more. Deny you and humiliate you more. Punish you more. Sleep with more men. Give myself more to John. Is that what you are saying?'
'I suppose so maam. I want you so much. I ache to touch you, hold you. I would do anything to have you back as my wife. As mine alone. But, if you choose to continue this I can't help myself. I will just go on loving you more.'
'So when you see these gorgeous sexy legs wrapped around John's back it makes you want me more? When you see me making love to him and telling him I love him it only serves to make you love me more?'
'Yes maam it does. I can't help it.'
'What if I told you now that I love him more than you? Would that stop you loving me?'
'No maam nothing would.'
'So if I want to keep you forever all I have to do it keep on mistreating, humiliating and abusing you more everyday.'
What could I say. I couldn't explain it but I knew it was true.
'I do love you.' she said as I looked up in surprise. 'Funny, its the same for me. The more you give in, the more you belittle yourself to me and to John or any other man who fucks me, the more I love you. You will always be my number one. I've had an incredible time for the last two years. I've loved every minute and had the most incredible sex imaginable. But it hasn't been so incredible just because of who I've done it with. The biggest turn on for me is the way you allow it to happen. You take all that abuse, all that pain and humiliation for me. That's what makes me cum so hard. That's what makes me love you more every day. I guess you couls say it works both ways. If you want to keep me forever, loving you more every day, all you have to do is keep on being my slave. Keep giving yourself mind and body to me. Or through those I appoint, to me. Kind of an unusual marriage don't you think? But hey, who wants normal?'
I had never felt so happy! My wife still loved me. Loved me even more than before. I was light headed with joy as I raised her shoes to my lips once more and kissed and licked them with renewed devotion.
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# Posted: 2 Jan 2008 20:11:26
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Well Blue, you've done it again. Another brilliant section and I'm still hooked and confused in equal parts. I suppose you either get it or you don't. I can understand that you crave this. Me, I'd have taken a pickaxe handle to John by now, whatever my wife thought of it. Devotion I can understand, abuse I just can't. So why am I still hooked. I don't know.
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# Posted: 2 Jan 2008 20:15:24
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After a few minutes of watching me with a loving smile on her face my wife asked for her things back then told me to lie face down on her bed. This was a rare treat and I eagerly burried my face in her pillow drawing in her scent like a drowning man drawing in air. I felt her grasp my ankles and then wrists tieing them to the corners of the bed frame. 'Now since I've spent so much time with you slave, I need to go and spend time with John. You know how jealous he gets don't you. You stay there and have a nice nap. You're going to need your strength. With that she was gone.
Maybe an hour later she returned and, climbing onto the bed she knelt above my head, facing my ass. As I lifted my face to look at her she shoved her sopping wet pussy in my face. Without needing to be told I began to lick her. Soon she began to gyrate her hips pushing her clit against my nose.With a high pitched squeel she came, suffocating me with her warm pussy.
'Now that's enough treats for one day slave. I think a little discipline is in order,' she said sternly as she climbed off the bed. I heard a swish and turned my head to see that she had brought John's cane with her. My heart sank. I had been so happy, so content after our chat.
'Listen carefully slave. I intend to cause you a great deal of pain with this cane. After all, you did say yourself that the more I hurt you the more you love me, isn't that correct?'
'Yes maam,' I trembled. Suddenly I wasn't so sure. The memory of her abuse was one thing, the reality was another.
'Good then I expect you to thank me properly after each stroke. Otherwise you will remain completely silent. No matter how much I hurt you the only sound you will make is to swear your undieing love for me and your grateful thanks for your punishment. Lets begin on the soles of your feet then we can continue upwards as the fancy takes us. Be brave for me slave. Make your mistress proud.'
And so it began. I tried. I tried like never before. I swore my love, my devotion. I thanked my mistress for beating me as the blows rained down relentlassly. Eventually I could take no more. I begged and pleaded but that served only to make her angry so that the blows fell harder and faster. I was being driven mad with pain while my beloved wife laughed and mocked me.
Finally she stopped and I opened my pain filled eyes to see her deeply kissing her lover as they embraced. She had not stopped for my sake but to indulge her man. After a few minutes of this John ordered my wife to lie face up on top of me. She seemed taken by surprise and hesitated till he slapped her ass and shouted at her to hurry up. I felt her warm weight on my tortured skin as she lay on top of me and I was pressed down into the mattress. I was surprised as, I think was she, when John tied her wrists then her ankles to mine. Taking up the cane he stood looking down drinking in my wife's mature beauty.
'Now I think it's time for a little discipline to come your way bitch,' he said quietly.
'Darling,' my wife pleaded,' What are you doing?'
'I'm going to put my slut in her place, what else?'
'But babe,' she wined,' Not in front of him. I'm his mistress.'
'Yes you are,' he agreed,' And I am your master as well as his. You are both my property to do with as I please. Is that not so?'
'Yes darling, you know it is but....'
'No buts bitch. All I want to hear from you is gratitude. You may thank me after each stroke.'
Swish - Crack. My wife screamed then catching her breath remembered to thank her master. The beating went on. I heard my wife plead and beg him to stop or at least to spare her breasts, but I don't think he did.
For myself I was rock hard. This disgusting pig of a man whom I hated and whom my wife delighted in telling me she loved, was beating my defenceless wife. I should have been appaled and I was. But it was just so damned sexy. He was owning her using her, in a way I could never have done.
Finally he threw down the cane and tearing off his clothes, climbed onto the bed and mounted her. As he thrust with animal passion against her cruelly beaten body she cried out. At first it was in pain but soon it became passion as she cried out her love for him, swearing her devotion as his slut, begging him to fuck her, to take her, to make her his forever.
Strangely, I slept well that night. Tied face down, listening to my wifes soft breathing as I felt her masters spunk dripping from her beloved pussy to run down the crack of my ass. John had left us saying he would sleep in the spare room and let the happily married couple enjoy sleeping together. Wow I thought, as I drifted off. What a fucking birthday!
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# Posted: 5 Jan 2008 23:39:23
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This is the best cuckold story I have ever read! Thank you! Please continue!
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# Posted: 6 Jan 2008 18:02:15
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When my wife and her lover John had guests to our house it was usually when I was staying at John's flat. On the rare occassions when I was actually present I would hide away in the spare room to avoid any embarrassed explanations being necessary. It came as a surprise then when my wife called me downstairs and into the lounge one night. John's mother had been visiting.I had seen her a couple of times from the bedroom window and judged her a very atractive lady of about fifty years old. You'll remember that John's friends and family who had been at there 'engagement party' were under the impression that my wife and John were 'betrothed'. I assumed she must have left when I heard the front door closing - I was wrong !
It was John who had left. His mother Shirley, was seated on our leather couch talking to my wife who sat oposite her in the lounge chair. I walked in and was half way through curtsying to my wife when I noticed Shirley sat there looking at me like I was something she had stepped in. I was dressed in my pink rubber maids outfit with matching pink stilleto boots. I was wearing a wig and full makeup which my wife had enjoyed applying that morning. My face immediately changed colour till I'm sure it must have been a close match for my bright red lipstick !
'Get us some wine slave,' instructed my wife. Glad to leave the room I quickly obliged. Back in the lounge I poured it with shaking hands as Shirley complimented my wife on my outfit. As I stood to the side awaiting further instructions they went on talking about me as if I wasn't there. My wife laughed at Shirley's expressions as she divulged many of the secrets of our relationship. Shirley seemed facinated and I wondered how much planning had gone into this as she asked the most embarrassing of questions, some of which my wife instructed me to answer, addressing John's mother as Mistress Shirley and performing a respectful curtsy each time.
As the wine was consumed and I brought another bottle their conversation became more intimate and their laughter at my helpless embarrassment became louder. Eventually I was ordered to show Mistress Shirley my chastity cage which facinated and amused her as she fondled it. I stood there red faced holding up my skirt staring at the ceiling as she tapped it, pulled at it and twisted it as if testing it's security. My poor cock tried desperately to inflate as I could not help imagining those same delicate fingers touching me without the damnable cage between us. Forgetting myself I looked over at my wife as she sat watching my torture with interest. Noticing my look she immediately snapped, ' What do you think you are looking at slave?'
'Sorry maam, ' I stammered, but to no avail.
'You know the rule slave. You do not look me in the face, now get over hear. Over my knee now ! I'm sure Shirley will be very interested to see how I keep you in line.'
'Oh yes please,' Shirley thrilled,' I would very much!'
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# Posted: 6 Jan 2008 18:52:54
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So there I was dressed as a maid with a fetish for pink rubber, laid over my wife's knee like a naughty child trying desperately not to add to my embarrassment by crying out as my gorgeous but angry wife beat my ass thoroughly with her bare hand. Being watched by the mother of my wife's lover just made it all very sureal but no less painful. When I was pushed to the floor I knelt up rubbing my sore behind as my wife admonished me for my behaviour. Worse was to cum when I was ordered to apologise to our guest.
'Please maam, I apologise for being a naughty slave,' I mumbled, looking down at Mistress Shirley's expensive looking black leather knee length boots.
'Lift your head up and speak clearly slave,' I was surprised to hear her say. 'Not your eyes fool. Unless you want another spanking you keep those on my boots. Now what did you say?'
Repeating my apology more clearly I could not help realising how incredibly erotic my situation was. Being cruelly dominated by not just one but two beautiful mistresses. It was straight out of a fantasy!
'That's better. Now since you are so facinated by my boots perhaps you wouldn't mind cleaning them with your tongue.'
'Yes maam, thank you maam.' As I aplied my tongue to the soft black leather I wondered how my wife felt seeing my being dominated so efectively by another woman. It seemed that I need not have worried as she chatted casually with Mistress Shirley as if I wasn't there.
My own concerns however, began to grow in a new direction as I picked up the gist of these beautiful ladies discussion. Mistress Shirley was persuading my wife to allow me to attend her home on a regular basis, partly to perform housework duties but also so that she could train me further. Her idea was to further sissify me in various ways including teaching me to knit and sew ! My wife clearly thought this an excellent idea, especially since it would allow John to sell his flat whilst still keeping me fully busy and out from under her feet for most of the week. So the deal was done as I lay on my front tongue worshipping this woman's boots. I was to be her slave / maid / student for five days a week. On my return to my wife on a Saturday morning I would present her with a written progress report from Mistress Shirley. Goor work and effort might then be rewarded and poor work or lack of effort could be punished as my wife felt apropriate. Mistress Shirley warned that there would probably be very little good news to begin with until she succeeded in breaking me to her will. Therefore she should be prepared to be harsh and relentless in her punishments in order to get me over the difficult stages as quickly as possible. My wife assured her that would not be a problem and after thanking Mistress Shirley for her interest I was told to get out.
A little while later I heard Mistress Shirley leave and I was called back into the lounge.
'Get in here you fucking wimp,' she screamed, shocking me with her sudden change of mood. 'Have you any idea how much that turned me on? Lie down quickly.'
She straddled my face and pulled her knickers to one side. As instructed I stiffened my tongue and fucked her soaking pussy with it till she came, collapsing on my sticky face. After a short rest she stood and adjusted her dress before ordering me over her knee once more. This time she used the back of her heavy wooden hair brush. I cried softly as she beat me slowly and methodically. I knew that any please for mercy would fall on deaf ears so I tried to lie still and keep my crying to myself.
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# Posted: 6 Jan 2008 21:30:34
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nice twist, can't wait to see how it turns out.
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# Posted: 7 Jan 2008 05:04:02
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Very nice progression! Can't wait to see what happens next.
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# Posted: 7 Jan 2008 10:03:57
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Fantastic - can't wait for next installment to hear more about treatment by Mistress Shirley. Keep up good work
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# Posted: 7 Jan 2008 15:31:23
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Thanks for the encouraging feedback guys. My tale continues......
It turned out that Mistress Shirley, the atractive mother of my wife's lover, lived just a short bus journey away in what used to be the village policeman's house. It had various alterations done to it over the years but one feature which remained untouched was the prison cell. This was located below ground level and consisted of a cold white tiled room about four meters by three meters. It had no window just a single covered light bulb and a heavy steel door with a peephole and a small hatch to slide food through. It had been used as a handy store room until my arrival when my first job was to clean it out as that would be where I would sleep when staying with Mistress Shirley.
My days there were divided roughly into three parts. Part one consisted of housework , part two of lessons in knitting, sewing and other 'ladies pursuits' and part three of trying to sleep in that cold forbidding cell.
I thought my wife was strict about housework but M Shirley was even worse, finding the tinyest faults in everything I did, shouting at me and threatening to inform my wife of my failings before making me do the work again over and over. Many times I was ready to just walk out but then she would remind me of the promise I had made to my wife that I would do my very best to make her proud and would not fail her no matter what. So I bided my time and hoped for the oportunity to inform my wife how ridiculously unfair M Shirley was being.
The knitting and sewing were a complete mystery to me and it took endless repetitions before I got even the most basic elements half right. At the end of the first week I had to present Mistress Shirley's written report to my wife then kneel in front of her whilst she read it. Basically it said I was lazy and inatentive, unwilling to learn and poorly behaved. I tried to explain my side of things but my wife would have none of it. She tied me over the dining table and flogged me with a riding crop. Then when John, her lover came home she informed him of my behaviour as reported by his mother and I got a caning into the bargain. On top of that I was informed that until my reports improved greatly there would be no chance of any sexual relief for me and even my teasing sessions every two months or so would be cancelled. Already starved of my wife's time and affections I was further tortured as she refused to even acknowledge my existence until I proved my devotion to her by trying harder to please Mistress Shirley.
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# Posted: 7 Jan 2008 16:01:58
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I tried really hard the next week but to no avail. My report was just as bad. It was so unfair. As I broke down in tears my wife suggested that it might be better for Mistress Shirley to handle my punishment. That would mean that the reports would no longer be necessary as Mistress Shirley would have carte blanche to punish me as and when she saw fit. This was written in my report book by my wife and M Shirley's face positively lit up when I showed it to her as my wife instructed. I despared at the knowledge that I would now have even less contact with my wife. Even being beaten by her was better than nothing !
Being at M Shirley's house five days a week meant that her punishments could go on for much longer. I was often tied in excruciatingly uncomfortable positions for hours on end or locked in the lonley cold cell without clothes, blankets or even food. Time stood still in that dark cell and I never knew if my punishment had gone on for hours or days until I was eventually let out.
Finally my mistress began to see some improvements in my work. So much so that punishments began to be replaced by rewards, or at least M Shirley's idea of rewards. At first these were small, I would be allowed to clean her boots with my tongue or take a pair of her worn stockings to bed with me. This progressed to being allowed to massage her feet then even to suck her toes.
One night as she laid face down on a rug in front of the fire I was permitted to move my tongue from her feet up her legs to the backs of her knees then to the soft white flesh above her stockings. Soon she pulled up her skirt and I was instructed to kiss and lick her gorgeous ass. She clearly loved it and urged me on to lap at her ass hole. 'Make your tongue stiff slave and jab it into my ass,' she urged,' That's it, deeper, as deep as you can. Oh yes thats a good slave!' My tongue ached and my forgotten cock was fit to explode as she reached underneath to shove her fingers into her pussy and I felt her girate her ass in my face until she groaned and came long and hard.
Such rewards became more frequent as my work and my demeanure became more pleasing to her. She bought me new outfits to wear at her house. They were specially made for male sissies in cute frilly designs with pettycoats and bows. Some I had to embroider with words like 'sissy' or 'Mistress' slave girl'. Many hours were spent with her dressing me then doing my makeup and even fitting me with cute girly wigs. When ready I had to parade for her and curtsy as she laughed and clapped her hands.
I arrived one Monday morning to find that she had employed a decorator to come in over the weekend. Excitedly Mistress Shirley showed me her spare bedroom which, she informed me, was to be my room - on the days when my behaviour was suitably good. It was decorated as if for a young child, a female child , with pink wallpaper and even a tiny Barbie Doll bed. Oh well, I thought, at least it was more comfortable than the cell !
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# Posted: 8 Jan 2008 01:15:27
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Thank you! I was really excited today to come home and see if there were any updates to this thread. Please keep going! I can't get enough, you are a very talented writer and a lucky cuck!
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peakmb
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# Posted: 8 Jan 2008 03:07:58
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Sorry Blue, this has gone from the sublime to the ridiculous for me. You have stretched the bounds of credibility too far. I really can't see why you stick with your wife if she ignores you to this extent and condones abuse to this level. I have to be honest, a lot of your tale is fascinating and brilliant but not Shirley.
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