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peakmb
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# Posted: 8 Jan 2008 03:16:41
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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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tiny tom
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# Posted: 8 Jan 2008 09:28:37
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A really well written and enjoyable story. Thanks .... and please continue.
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humanchair
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# Posted: 8 Jan 2008 17:21:53
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peakmb, you must never have been deeply in love with someone....Even if the person you love treats you terrible and won't even acknowledge your existence you still can love them and adore them despite the abuse and ignoring.
Please, continue with this! this is pretty much all I have to look forward to in my dull life lol.
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peakmb
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# Posted: 9 Jan 2008 00:06:22
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Humanchair, I don't think you are right with the first bit but you are the second person (after Blue) to say it could happen so I have to believe that you think it's possible. I'll give him the benefit of the doubt and see where it goes.
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humanchair
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# Posted: 9 Jan 2008 05:05:44
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ok cool no hard feelings meant by the first one...but I am seriously addicted to this story and can't wait till Blue posts more!
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blue179
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# Posted: 9 Jan 2008 15:42:48
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Interesting discussion guys - thank you. I would like to be able to spend more time writing this but I have few oportunities now - as you will understand soon - so I just have to do my best. Here is a little more, hope you enjoy.
It had been a while since my last teasing session. Although I could not cum until the end of the two year period imposed by my wife, she did promise that the chastity cage would be removed so that I could be teased about once every two months. It was well over two months since my last tease and so I decided to risk reminding my wife. Her lover's rules forbid me to aproach her directly so I built up the courage to ask him for permission to speak to her.
It was incredibly embarrassing to be kneeling in front of the man who was not only fucking my wife, but living with her, asking in the most humble and polite terms I could think of, for permission to speak to her. He insisted on knowing what I wanted to ask her and when I told him he just laughed and said he would think about asking her when and if he could be bothered. Then, for my trouble, he gave me a slap across my face before demanding I lick his boots all over, including the soles. I then had to thank him for allowing me to speak to him before I was dismissed to clean the bathroom.
I don't know how long it was before he mentioned it to my wife but it was a couple of weeks later when she walked into the kitchen where I was loading the dish washer. I dared not look up from her sexy platform sandals as she informed me that, since Mistress Shirley was now taking care of most of my training and my punishments, she should be the one to handle my teasing sessions. If I had a request to make then I should make it to her. Great, I thought, all that embarrssment and no further forward.
I waited until M Shirley appeared to be in a good mood. She had made no complaints about my housework one day and I had produced quite a good piece of embroidery - even if I say so myself. So, stuttering and red faced, I told her what my wife had said. I was not sure how to take her smile as she told me to kneel at her side. She was wearing denim jeans tucked into soft black leather boots that encased her slim legs up to the knee.
'Lift your skirts sissy and shuffle forward until your shiny little cage touches my leg.'
More than eager to comply I gushed my thanks as I shuffled into position.
'Now be a good girl and show your mistress how you like to hump her leg.'
Oh shit ! The humiliation !
'I won't ask you twice,' Mistress Shirley warned, a cruel edge creeping into her voice.
So I began to rub my caged cock against those glorious boots. There was no sensation at all for my throbbing cock but just to be able to move my hips like that and so close to this beautiful and magestic woman was heaven.
'I know that's not exactly what you had in mind slave but I'm sure you are feeling very privaledged anyway aren't you ?'
'Yes maam, thank you maam.'
'Good. If you continue to please me then perhaps one day I might allow you to do that with the cage off,' she teased as she caressed the side of my face with the back of her hand.
In rash desperation I blurted out, 'Please maam, please when will that be maam ?'
'That my pet, will be up to you, but showing such impertinance as to question me will certainly not hasten the moment I can assure you.'
Realising my mistake I gasped,' I'm sorry maam, I didn't mean to upset you. I'm just so desperate. I won't question you again maam, I promise.'
'I know you're desperate you silly slave. That's what makes you worth having around. Your desperation amuses me as it does your sexy little slut of a wife. Now stop that disgusting humping. You're not a dog. A dog would be more useful and would probably have more self respect, not to mention being more obedient. Now go and get me a towel quickly and bring some cable ties from the garage.'
Returning to the lounge I was told to spread the towel on the floor before my hands were tied behind me with the cable tie and I was instructed to lie on my back with my head on the towel.
'Do you know what a jeans smother is slave ?' M Shirley asked coyly.
'I'm not sure maam,' I answered, although I had a good idea.
'I'm going to leave my jeans on and I'm going to sit on your pathetic ugly face until you make me cum. Any questions?'
If I had questions there was no time to ask them as my face was suddenly engulfed in denim. I could smell her arousal growing as she rubbed her clothed pussy over my reddening face. I had to take the oportunity to breath when I could as my nose was sqashed painfully into her groin. Her moans of pleasure grew in volume until I was shocked to hear her tell me, ' Oh shit that feels good. There's nothing feels quite as good as grinding a helpless piece of shit like you beneath my gorgeous pussy. I'm not your wife. I don't love you. I don't even fucking like you. You are pathetic. Not even a man. Just a fucking sad sissy slave whose wife gets off on fucking real men while she keeps his little tiny cock locked away denying him even the priveledge of jerking off ! You fucking sad bastard. I should piss on you right now. Cover your sad little face in my piss till your girly makeup runs all over. Oh yes I need that ! I'm gonna fucking cum and piss at the same time oh fuck yes!'
It was hard to breath anyway but it was even harder when her warm fluid began to seep into the denim. The smell filled my nostrils as I tried to suck in air. Opening my mouth in desperation I was rewarded with the taste of it, fresh and ripe, salty and strong. My head was engulfed in piss soaked denim as Mistress Shirley screamed her release and rode out her pleasure on my face.
I spent that night in the cold lonely police cell. M Shirley said I had not behaved well enough to earn the privaledge of sleeping in the 'Barbie Bedroom'. So there I was, wrists still tied but now ankles too. Laid on the thin cold matress, still in my girly dress. Mistress Shirley had removed her soaked jeans and pulled them over my head, tieing the legs around my neck. Every breath I took was filtered through piss and cum soaked denim as I lay shivering, my useless cock, as ever, swollen to the limits of its unyielding cage.
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humanchair
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# Posted: 9 Jan 2008 20:50:39
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another exciting installment to your story! thank you! that must have felt awful having jeans rubbed into your face, ouch...but very erotic at the same time just to be receiving that kind of attention
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wiferunsaround
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# Posted: 10 Jan 2008 12:49:11
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Awsome story! Very hard to belive it is all true but I'm enjoying ever minute of it.
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humanchair
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# Posted: 11 Jan 2008 05:17:27
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i'm sad...you did not post a new chapter to this masterpiece today lol
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tanyahowes
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# Posted: 11 Jan 2008 10:56:59
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It has taken me ages but I have now read all of your story from begining to end. All I can say is wow, wow, wow. I agree with the other respondents it does twist and turn but it has only made it even more interesting and for me certainly wanting more. Do I wish I could be in your place - hell yes. Do I think I could manage it as well as you have - hell no! Fantastic storywriting blue, all I can is I am glad my wife doesnt read the same stuff as me.
Your mistress is one in a million and to be so creative in your management puts her high above everyone else.
Cant wait to read more ... Tanya x
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humanchair
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# Posted: 12 Jan 2008 07:07:17
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Hello! I've been constantly checking back to this thread for updates...just thought I'd let you know  )
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blue179
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# Posted: 12 Jan 2008 14:42:40
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Wow guys thanks for the encouragement. It can be kind of lonley writing your story, especially when, like mine it really comes from the heart, and not knowing if anyone is interested or moved by your tale. I've had 17 people vote for my story and so far it gets a five ! If you voted thanks, if not please do. If you haven't posted a comment please take the time to do so as it means a lot to the writer to get some feedback and to know that someone is interested in what he has to say. If you have already voted or posted a comment then thank you, please keep doing so, the remainder of my story is for you, I hope you enjoy it.
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# Posted: 12 Jan 2008 15:33:06
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Very exciting story, would be so hot if the cuck winds up being a whore for John and he is the pimp... Just a thought, but I love reading this and it makes me so hot!!!!
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blue179
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# Posted: 12 Jan 2008 16:03:10
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My embroidery skills improved to the extent that M Shirley decided I should make a gift for my wife and her lover. It took me many hours of painstaking needlework with even the tiniest errors being instantly spotted by M Shirley as she stood over me. Punishment was swift and severe but I was urged on by her promise that satisfactory completion might result in my being allowed the priveledge of humping her gorgeous leg without the damnable cage between my bursting cock and her expensive silk stocking. Not much of a priveledge to most men perhaps, but then most men would not have gone eighteen months without cumming !
The day arrived when I was to present my gift to my wife and her lover. I was up most of the night making sure that every inch of M Shirley's house was immaculate for their visit. When they arrived I greeted them on my knees dressed in a new sissy girl pink dress with a built in corset that restricted my breathing to tiny gasps but pleased M Shirley with the girl - like figure it gace me. The bottom of the dress consisted of layer after layer of frilly peticoats. I wore white tights and cute little pink socks with bows at the back. My shoes were white stilletoes with six inch heels and straps that padlocked them onto my aching feet.
It was a real effort to bend forward far enough to kiss my wife's feet but I would not have missed the chance to touch her for the world. Her brown leather boots were soft against my lips and my head spun as I inhaled their scent. As they walked away to join M Shirley in the lounge it took me several graceless attempts to regain my feet and I shuffled carefully of to the kitchen to prepare drinks.
After serving the drinks I stood to one side awaiting further instructions as my beautiful wife conversed with M Shirley and John kept looking over at me and smirking openly as he took in my girly appearance.
When M Shirley mentioned my new bedroom my wife asked if she could see it and I then had to tackle the stairs on my precarious heels to escort my wife to my Barbie bedroom. 'Oh isn't it gorgeous,' she thrilled, 'and it's so you ! You are such a lucky little slave girl aren't you sweetheart ?'
'Yes maam, ' I curtsied.
Back downstairs I was instructed by M Shirley to fetch my gift for my wife and her lover. I handed the carefully wrapped package to my smiling spouse as I resited my carefully practiced script. 'Please maam, ' curtsy, 'Please sir,' curtsy, 'I wanted to thank you both for helping me to become the sissy cuckolded slave I was always meant to be. I am very grateful to you for placing me in the care of Mistress Shirley who has taught me a great deal and without whose help I would not be the sissy wimp you see before you. I worship you both and hope that I can serve you as your slave for many years to come. As a sign of my gratitude, my respect and my love I would like to present you with this small gift. I hope you will like it and that every time you look at it you will think of the pathetic excuse for a man I used to be and the respectful humble slave I have become. Thank you maam,' curtsy, 'Thank you sir.'
Tearing open the wrapping, my wife revealed a framed piece of embroidery in the shape of a heart with hers and Johns names inside.
My wife and John finally gave up their struggle to remain straight faced and burst out laughing. I had never felt so humiliated as I stood there red faced with fresh tears forming in my eyes.
'Come here slave,' said M Shirley. If I hoped for some escape from my abject humiliation I was to be dissapointed. 'Lift your skirts, quickly girl !'
Before I knew it my cage was off ! Oh shit ! Freedom ! That felt so good !
I was told to kneel at M Shirley's side as she informed her guests of her promise to let me make love to her leg with my naked manhood.
The laughter turned to hysterics and even M Shirley was struggling to remain straight faced as I began to hump and grind at her stockinged calf. My shame was made all the greater by the knowledge that even in such shameful circumstances I could not control my ardure. Perhaps even because those circumstances were so humiliating I knew, as I glanced over at my laughing jeering wife, that I had never been more turned on in my life. M Shirley stopped me every half dozen or so strokes to prevent what she termed 'an unfortunate accident'. I was shaking and crying uncontrolably by the time she tired of the game and had me fetch ice to reduce my desperate but doomed hard on before quickly refitting the cage. My wife, not wishing to pass up the oportunity to add to my torment, commented that my 'little thing' seemed even smaller than the last time she had seen it !
As I was sent to fetch more drinks I heard them discussing the possibility of obtaining a yet smaller cage for me. M Shirley advised that it might be necessary to switch to a different type of restraint, consisting of a tube which locked onto the penis through a piercing. The idea appalled me and I was terified to hear my wife agree !
When I returned John had left and the two ladies carried on their conversation as if I wasn't there. I was surprised to hear M Shirley talking about her ex husband who aparantly had also been her cuckold slave. That explained her in depth knowledge and her obvious experience in such matters.
Later after my wife had left with my kisses of devotion still wet on both her boots I found myself naked and tied face down to the metal bed in the cold police cell. M Shirley showed me the pre cum stain on her otherwise immaculate stocking and invited me to scream as loudly as I liked while she caned my defenceless rear for daring to leave my worthless slave slime on her person. Sure enough my screams and futile entreaties for mercy rang out loud and clear within the confines of the white tiled cell but failed to penetrate beyond its reinforced concrete walls.
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tiny tom
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# Posted: 12 Jan 2008 19:50:00
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Just wonderful, Blue. i also often go for extended periods of time without cumming so i know just how real the desperation you describe is. We sissy slaves can get to the point where no indignity or humiliation is too great to bear for even the slightest possibility of some sexual relief.
Please keep up the good work, Blue.
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blue179
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# Posted: 13 Jan 2008 13:41:12
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It was a Saturday night and I had been working all day to make sure everything was ready for a poker night that my wife's lover had arranged with a couple of his budies. I was very jealous as I helped my wife dress in a new outfit which John had bought her for the occassion. It was a white pvc nurse uniform consisting of short dress revealing the tops of white hold up stockings, white thigh length platform boots and even a cute little nurses cap. John joked that when the guys saw her they would need all the medical care they could get. For myself I marvelled that my sophisticated slightly stuck up wife seemed perfectly happy at the thought of having a couple of guys she had never even met see her like that.
I had assumed that I would be banished to the spare room before anyone arrived so I was very concerned as John warned me to be on my best behaviour and to make sure his guests had all the drinks and snacks they wanted. In desperation I pleaded to at least be allowed to dress normally but John would have none of it. 'These guys are old friends from way back. They don't live locally and they are sworn to secrecy anyway. Don't worry, they have a big incentive to keep there mouths shut.' I wondered what he meant by that as I rushed around checking for the third time that everything was in place before checking my own uniform in the mirror. With my full length victorian maids outfit, full makeup and wig I suposed that the guys would never recognise me again anyway if they ever saw me in 'normal' mode.
The two guys arrived together and I showed them to the lounge. Tony, as I came to know him, looked about thirty years old and was greatly overweight, his huge belly entering the room well before the rest of him did. Charley was older, much older, I guessed about sixty, though he was trim and looked in better shape than Tony. I was later informed by John that Charley was sixty five and could still give guys half his age a run for their money.
As the guys and John took seats at the card table I asked for their drink order. 'Fuck me John, I hope this isn't the slut you promised us tonight,' Tony exclaimed, looking me up and down.
'Relax,' laughed John, 'This is just the maid. The main atraction will be with us soon.'
My mind spun with questions. What was my darling wife's role here and did she know?
When I returned with the drinks John was in the process of showing off his woman, his slut ? my wife, my gorgeous darling wife, to his eager slavering mates.
'Ok guys, just to remind you of the rules. The winner of each hand gets a blow job from the nurse here.'
Loud cheers from the two guys.
'The blow job continues until either you cum in her mouth or the next hand is won.'
'Its gonna be a bit of a distraction having her blowing me while I'm trying to concentrate on the cards John,' smiled Charley.
'Precisely mate. That means the other two get a better chance to win,' answered John.
'So are we ready?' the guys nodded, their greedy gazes crawling over my stunning wife as she stood at John's side smiling shyly.'What about you sweetheart, you ready?' he asked her as he slid his hand up her dress to cup the cheek of her ass.
'Yes darling,' she nodded.
I couldn't believe this! This was my wife, not a cheap fucking whore. She always tried to avoid sucking me, only doing it on rare occassions when I guess she felt sorry for me. Now ! Now ? Now she was about to suck the cocks of complete strangers just to please her lover !
When she turned her head and winked at me I realised I was staring at her with my mouth hanging open.
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# Posted: 13 Jan 2008 14:28:49
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The game started and amid cat calls and jovial accusations of cheating, the first hand went to my wife's lover John. I watched spell bound, ashamed and humiliated as my darling wife dropped to her knees to crawl under the table where she unzipped John's trousers and took his rapidly expanding length into her warm wet mouth.
The next hand went quickly and John had managed to hold on without cumming till fat Tony reached under the table to undo his own trousers and enjoy his reward. He was far less equiped to resist my wife's skills and virtually ignored his cards as he used one hand to pull back his belly and the other to force my beautiful wife's head further onto his cock until, with a deep groan he released himself into her welcoming throat.
John won the next two hands and my wife took full advantage of the extra time to work him into a state where even he could not resist blowing his thick wad of spunk over her tonsils.
Fat Tony was next, much to the annoyance of Charley. I thought he might take longer this time having had the edge taken off his ardure but in fact, he was even quicker, wrapping his hands in my wife's long silked hair and smothering her head with his engorged belly as he emptied his high fat load between her lipstick covered lips.
'I've had enough of this!' Charley exclaimed as he watched Tony's face soften in the afterglow of his latest orgasm.' My luck has totally deserted me, tonight of all nights! I can't sit here any longer watching you two pumping your loads into that bitch!'
'Chill out mate,' laughed John.' You luck is about to change. 'Get out from there bitch!'
I cringed as I listened to him talk to my wife like that. I hated it. I hated him. But, as my darling wife was always so keen to point out, that's what made it such fun for her.
'Charley my old friend, you are tonight's winner of the consellation prize.' Charley was smiling now a little uncertainly, waiting for the punch line, wondering if it would be at his expence.
'Loose the knickers and bend over the table so the gentleman can collect his prize whore.'
I watched shaking with emotion as my wife eagerly obeyed and Charley stood to loosen his trousers allowing them to drop to the floor and shuffling forward, hardening manhood in hand and pointed straight at my wife's unfaithful pussy.
Charley looked at his friends and laughed out loud as he rubbed his impressive old cock up and down my wife's slit.' She's fucking soaked boys. I recon this bitch is real keen to feel old Charley boys cock inside that warm soft pussy.'
'Yea Charley!' cheered Tony,' fucking give the bitch a fuck she'll remember for the rest of her life!'
As Charley slid into the warm welcoming embrace of my darling wife's most intimate place he slapped her ass and her groan changed to a sqeel.
'Thats righr bitch,' he panted as he thrust his stomache slowly and rhythmikly against her tight little ass,' You got old Charley in you now. You gonna know what fucking's all about now.'
I had to tear myself away to fetch more drinks as ordered by John and it wasn't until I returned and saw that old bastard thrusting like a rutting bull at my fragile petite little wife, that I realised he had not put on a rubber. I wanted to protest, but who would listen? Fortunately my fears about the possibility of infection were largely allayed when I tuned in once more to their discussion.
'Hey Charley,' queried fat Tony, 'When's the last time you got your rocks off?'
'Boy,' he laughed, ' I haven't had a woman since my wife died nearly six years ago. So this little filly here better realise what she's in for.'
'Did you hear that bitch?' sneared Tony, ' The man has six years of fucking to catch up on. I hope you're grateful for the priveledge of being the slut he gets to unload six years of backed up spunk into.'
'She's grateful,' smiled John,' She's real grateful aren't you whore. Tell the man how grateful you are.'
Turning her head round to look back at Charley my wife managed to speak through her orgasm, 'Oh fuckkkkkkkk! Thank youuuuu! Thank youuuuuuuu! '
That was the last straw for Charley as with a final hard thrust her froze grimacing at the ceiling as six years of pent up sexual longing erupted from his old loins and charged headlong into my wife's accepting whomb.
An exhausted Charlie accepted the congratulations of his friends before taking a cold beer from me and dropping back into his seat at the table. My wife lay unmoving as the men laughed and joked and the old man's thick spunk began to dribble from between her swolen lips and run down to soak the tops of her white hold up stockings.
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# Posted: 14 Jan 2008 14:22:13
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How was that humanchair ?
Tiny tom - a man who understands ! Thank you
pp bbb12 sorry man that never happened - no scratch that - I'm not sorry at all !
tanyahowes thanks for your honesty. I think though that you give me too much credit. From day one I haven't been managing anything I've just been going with the flow, trusting my wife to do all the managing - that is a big part of the thrill for me.
Just a few more sections to go guys then my tale will be up to the present day. Hope you all enjoy.
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humanchair
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# Posted: 14 Jan 2008 19:39:52
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I just figured out how to vote/rate and gave you a 5 for excellent
I am excited for more!
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blue179
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# Posted: 16 Jan 2008 13:34:46
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It was my wife's lover's birthday. I had been cleaning the house all day in preparation for him coming back. He was out having a celebration drink with some friends. My wife had been out shopping for presents for him on the morning and had then had a bath and retired to her bedroom to, as she put it, 'make herself especially beautiful for her man'.
I was lighting scented candles and drawing curtains when my wife/mistress shouted of me. Entering her bedroom my head spun as the smell of her perfume hit me. The room was lit by several more candles and soft music was playing on the stereo.
As I performed one of the curtsies that had now become second nature to me I looked up to see her lounging on the king size bed. I know I'm biased because she is my wife and I love her totally but, even so, I was shocked by her beauty! Her hair had been restyled, presumably to please him, I thought as my stomache cramped in jealousy. Her makeup looked proffessional, enhancing her already stunningly beautiful face. She wore an outfit I had not seen before which I presumed she had bought for him. It was incredibly sexy yet sophisticated and tasteful too. A pin striped dark blue basque. Flesh coloured stockings with tops to match her basque. New shoes, black patent leather with three narrow straps and incredibly high heels. These shoes were not designed for walking in!
She smiled as she watched me struggling to take in her beauty. I was stunned by her. The woman I had been married to for twenty five years! As I stared open mouthed marvelling that this beautiful creature was my wife I was suddenly hit by the realisation that all that beauty was beyond my reach now. She was out of bounds. She belonged to someone else.
At first I was jealous, painfully, gut wrenchingly jealous. I wanted her back! I wanted her to be mine again. But then I was hit by the realisation that I was not worthy of her. Maybe my conditioning over the past months was responsible for my feelings. I felt inadequate, out of my depth. This woman was on a whole different level to me now. I could never hope to be worthy of her. It was right that she belong to someone else. Someone on her level who could master her, satisfy her in the way she deserved. If she was mine I would want only to place her on a pedestal and worship her. That might satisfy some of her desires and probably amuse her too, but it would never be enough for her. It was better this way. I could worship her as my mistress and she could have all her womanly needs met by a man better equiped than me.
As she watched the obvious flow of emotions over my face I wondered how much of what I felt she understood. I suspected probably everything. She had always understood me so well and seemed able to read my thoughts, my deepest desires at will.
'You can put your eyes back in now slave,' she breathed huskily. ' Is my house ready for my lover's return ?'
'Yes maam,' I answered quietly so as not to disturb the room's softly erotic atmosphere.
'When he arrives I want you busy with your vacuum cleaner. I know you have already done it, ' she continued, anticipating my protest. ' While John is in here with me enjoying how I've made myself look for him and opening his presents I want us both to be able to here you vacuuming in the background. I want you both to understand your place, your role in my life. John as my lover gets my full attention, the gifts I've carefully and lovingly chosen for him and me looking like this to do with as he pleases. You, as my cuckold slave husband get the honour of doing my housework knowing that you wife and mistress is happy and being well taken care of by a real man.'
'Yes maam,' I said, with another curtsy that I hoped would please her and assure her that I understood, not just her requirements but her reasons for them.
'When he takes me, when he can't stand to wait any longer and drives that big beautiful cock into my eager pussy I'll be listening and thinking about you, my faithful slave. The man who used to be my husband but who now realises his place is always at my feet. John will be listening too, I'm sure and when we finally cum together in the shared rapture of two souls united in love and lust, you can be sure that your abject submission to us both will add to our passion driving us both to hights of exstacy you could never dream of.'
She meant it too. As I watched spellbound by her empassioned speach I saw her hand slide across the front of her basque and down over her knicker covered pussy. She was getting hot just thinking of being with her lover while her husband toiled faithfully at his menial duties.
'Now get out slave,' she spat, seeming to pull herself reluctantly back to the present.
As I went to leave she had one last thought.
'Slave, put the champagne in a bucket with ice and bring it here quickly.'
When I returned and stood the bucket on the floor beside the bed I was treated to yet one more of her twisted desires. 'Your master is bound to need to visit the bathroom after drinking this champaign, especially since he will already be full of bear. When he does I want you to make sure that you are in there cleaning the toilet. When he goes to use it I want you to make sure that you are especially subserviant. I want you to cringe in fear, to cower in the presence of the magnifisant male who has taken such masterful possesion of your wife! Lie on the floor, bow your head, kiss the ground where he has walked. You can do that can't you slave? As a special treat for his birthday. To make me happy. You will won't you husband?'
'Yes maam, I'll try,' I answered, dreading having to act in such a way to that pig.
'Good, now get out.'
To cut a long story short, he came home, I did my vacuum cleaning. I even managed to time it, by listening at their bedroom door a couple of times, so that I was busy in the bathroom when he decided to visit it. I did cringe, I laid flat, kissed where he had walked and tried hard to visibly cower as he stood naked and proud over the toilet bowl. My shame was complete as I heard him laugh as he turned to face my prostrate form and began to let loose a huge well of stored piss onto the back of my head.
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humanchair
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# Posted: 19 Jan 2008 04:16:15
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Thank you for the update! This story is getting better and better. I am usually out of my mind after reading your updates so I don't always have the clear-mind to actually post anything... Once again, this story is a true inspiration and I will not forget about it for years to come! Thanks again!
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# Posted: 19 Jan 2008 17:27:18
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I"ve read every word of this twisted spellbinding story and I Love it. You do such a great job of bringing all those feelings and emotions to life.
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humanchair
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# Posted: 20 Jan 2008 23:59:51
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please!
blue!
more!
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blue179
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# Posted: 21 Jan 2008 11:08:46
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It had been my birthday the previous week. After two years of being teased and denied orgasm I had hoped to finally be allowed release. To my horror the day came and went without anyone mentioning it or even acknowledging it was my birthday. I spent the day cleaning Mistress Shirley's shoe collection and rearranging her wardrobe to her exacting standards. I dared not mention that the day was my birthday and therefore the day I had been promised by my wife that I would be allowed to cum. I thought perhaps I was being tested and so, with great difficulty, I remained silent. When I was sent to bed that night without having even seen or heard from my wife, I cried myself to sleep.
A couple of days later I was overjoyed, if a little aprehensive, when M Shirley announced that, if I was especially good and obeyed her every instruction without hesitation then I would be allowed an orgasm the following Friday. I cried again and kissed her feet. It's pathetic I know, but I was just so grateful !
On the Tuesday I was called into M Shirley's bedroom and presented with the outfit I would be required to wear on the day of my desperately needed orgasm. 'We need to check the fit and then you will need some time to get used to it,' she explained. After I stripped off my maid's outfit she held it up for me to see. It appeared to be a flesh coloured rubber suit. A completely enclosing silicone sheeth, complete with artificial breasts. I had to cover my shaking naked body in a light lubricant before sliding my legs into the cold rubber. Then to my delight, M Shirley produced a key and removed my chastity cage. My cock, already trying to swell inside its steel prison due to the stimulating smell of rubber, was literally jumping for joy as M Shirley slid her elegant hands into latex gloves before squeezing my neglected manhood through a hole in the front of the suit. Arms next then I needed M Shirley's help to pull things into place and close the zip at the back. It was at that point I noticed the attatched hood. I only got a glimpse of it before it was pulled over my head and zipped into place. I started to panic as rubber was forced into my mouth until I realised that I could breath quite easily through holes in the nose. Exploring the mouth piece with my tongue I discovered, as M Shirley adjusted it from the outside, that it was designed to fill my mouth, covering my teeth and allowing my tongue to slide inside. It was an artificial mouth.
'Now lets get this put away before you embarrass yourself any further,' she scolded and I jumped as a cold ice pack was thrust against my straining cock. My latex enclosed head hung in sheer dissapointment as I felt her deftly replace the hated cage.
M Shirley smiled as she told me to walk around and get used to the feel of my new skin. The rubber warmed quickly and I began to perspire as I picked my way hesitantly around the room. My visual field was much reduced already but was made worse when M Shirley had me pause while she fitted a wide stiff leather collar around my neck. Now I could not look down at all and held my arms out in front afraid of falling over something as she pushed me forward. I was told to put my rubber maid's uniform back on. I had to bend at the waist to look down then found it difficult to pick up the slippery items as my rubber covered fingers allowed me no sensation of touch. My frustrating efforts were cause for much amusement to M Shirley as she watched me. 'You are going to need a lot of practice slave,'' she chortled, ' I intend for you to wear that outfit on Friday and then most days afterward whilst performing your duties. Let me warn you, I do not consider your wearing that suit to be an excuse for a drop in standards. Do I make myself clear ?'
'Ugh aag,' speaking round the mouth insert was completely impossible.
Helping me dress M Shirley then guided my to a seat at her dressing table. I stared in shock at the large mirror in front of me. Staring back was a bald female face. The mask was painted with eye makeup and luscious red lipstick. As M Shirley produced a long black wig and proceeded to stick it in place a cold shiver ran through my sweating body. I was gone. Me. My identity. There was nothing of me left. An atractive, if slightly artificial looking face stared back at me coldly but seductively. My own true expression was hidden behind the face of a whore. Yes, that's what I looked like, a whore !
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blue179
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# Posted: 21 Jan 2008 11:29:47
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'So how do you like the new you ?' enquired M Shirley. I found the suit on the internet. Aparently there is quite an interest in 'rubber dollies'. They have get togethers, parties and so on. It's a growing fetish apparently. I bet it's a bit scarey though when you see yourself like that for the first time is it ?' Smoothing my hair into place and pulling a wrinkle out of the latex at the top of my arm she went on with her explanation.
'You see slave, I want more than to take away your manhood. I want to take away your very existance as a person. When people see you they will see only a thing. A doll, if you like. Not a person, certainly not a man. No personality, no emotion, no feelings. Just an inanimate object. Look at yourself. How do you think your wife will feel when she sees you?'
I was already wondering exactly that.
' Just think, you could be crying your eyes out inside there, tears streaming down your face, eyes pleading helplessly for mercy. But to anyone looking at you, there will be nothing. Just a blank guilless expression. People will no longer react to you, to your exprssions. Even your wife will be unable to tell what is going on inside that stupid slave head of yours. Eventually she won't even try. You will cease to exist as a person. To your wife, to me, to anyone who encounters you like that, you will be of no greater importance or consequence that a barbie doll. A cute little toy. An amusement. Something to use then cast aside until such time as it is required again.'
She was right. Looking at myself in the mirror, even I was confused. I felt like I was loosing myself, becoming something that I had no connection with. It was a powerful feeling of dread and confusion. At the same time though, so relaxing. Like being freed of the weight of identity. All ties, all restrictions were gone.
'Yes slave,' M Shirley purred in my ear, ' You are free to be the perfect slave.'
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# Posted: 21 Jan 2008 12:02:30
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For the next couple of days I was dressed in the rubber skin from waking until bed time. It was very difficult learning to do my housework. Even walking became a real challenge demanding all my consentration when stilleto boots were added to the equation. M Shirley was patient though demanding and I retired late each night exhausted from my efforts and crying tears of frustration and pain from the aplication of her cane to my rear once the suit was removed.
On the Thursday night, as I lay sobbing still wearing my new latex identity, M Shirley sat beside me on my bed in the cold cell. 'Shhh,' she comforted, 'If you do well tomorrow I may let you sleep upstairs in your little Barbie bed. Maybe I'll let you keep your suit on, then you will be a cute little Barbie doll in her cute little Barbie bed won't you slave ?' Somehow I wasn't comforted.
'Now shush, listen carefully,' she scolded, all business now. 'Tomorrow I will be having a coffee morning. I've invited a few close friends, all ladies, including your darling wife by the way. You will serve us wearing your new, shall we say identity. I shall expect exemplary service from you and instant obedience to me or any of my guests. You need not worry, they are all familiar with your situation and I trust them to be completely discreet. Apart from which, those who haven't seen you before will not be able to identify you anyway. Another advantage of you outfit which I'm sure you're very grateful for. Now, as well as your normal duties I will expect you to comply with a few little games. We will be having three raffles. The winner of the first one will have the privaledge of bending you over a stool and flogging you backside to their hearts content. You will not be tied down so expect you to behave yourself. Your rubber skin will give you a little protection after all, although we will be using the wooden paddle so I wouldn't count on it being entirely painless, ' she laughed as I shuddered.
'The winner of the second raffle will take you upstairs to your Barbie room where you will offer her the pleasure of your latex slave tongue. Yes, that is why the mask has an artificial mouth complete with extedable tongue. I understand it can be very pleasurable for a man's cock although you will be using it on this occassion to pleasure a lady.'
'The final raffle will, if you have been good, involve an oportunity for you to have the pathetic excuse for an orgasm that you have been yearning for over the past two years.'
Finally some good news. At what cost to my self esteem though ! At least my embarrassment would not be visible to anyone who witnessed it, I thought, and if I knew M Shirley that would be everyone at the coffee morning!
'Now how would you like an oportunity to try out your new tongue ? Turn onto your back so I can get comfortable on your face. I want a top class performance from you tomorrow for the lucky raffle winner and you haven't had a chance to practice. I'm going to score you 1 to 10. Before I let you undress and go to sleep tonight I want at least a 9. Now get busy Barbie !'
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# Posted: 22 Jan 2008 11:49:38
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The next morning I was allowed to remove the chastity cage and take a cold shower. The cage was then refitted and M Shirley set about getting me zipped into the latex suit and dressed in my pink rubber maids outfit. With the stiff leather collar in place I could not even see my stilleto boots much less fasten them so she had to help me with that too. Once ready I had to stand at the front door to await the arrival of M Shirley's guests. I was feeling really nervous. In a way I was gratefull for the annonimity the suit and mask afforded me but I was also very worried about people's reaction to me, especially my wife's. I wondered if she knew about this. Would she laugh at me ? Would she be disgusted ? Would my predicament turn her on ?
I did not have to wait long to find out. My wife was the first to arrive. I was not allowed to answer the door - what if it was the postman ?! I stood in the hallway ready to curtsy in welcome and take coats atc.
'Oh Shirl !' my wife exclamed when she saw me. 'You've really outdone yourself this time.'
'Do you like it ?' M Shirley asked.
'I love it,' my wife answered. 'It's just so, whats the word? So humiliating, so dehumanising.'
'I knew you would understand,' thrilled M Shirley as she took my wife's coat and handed it to me before leading her into the lounge. Before hanging up my wife's coat I held it up to my rubber covered face and inhaled deeply, relishing her unmistakable scent mixed with the leather of the coat.
As other guests arrived I was introduced as 'the maid ' to M Shirley's older sister and her daughter, two friends of M Shirley from her place of work and the next door neighbour, who, I later learned, used to regularly visit to help M Shirley to train her ex-husband. Although they varied in age, all the ladies were atractive and well dressed. Their various perfumes tormented my heightened sence of smell causing my neglected manhood to twitch and jump painfully within the tight confines of its unyielding prison as I went about my duties, serving wine, coffee and nibbles.
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blue179
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# Posted: 22 Jan 2008 12:23:25
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As the party warmed up M Shirley called me to one side to hang a sign around my neck and give me a book of raffle tickets with a bowl to put money in. The sign read, ' Excuse me maam. Would you like to buy a raffle ticket ? The winner gets to pound my silly slave ass with a wooden paddle to her hearts content. '
There was much laughter as I walked around the ladies, curtsying to thank them for their generosity. They all bought tickets and eventually M Shirley called for silence and I was told to pick a ticket out of a black bag. It was difficult to pick up a single paper ticket with my latex shrouded fingers and impossible to read out the number through the artificial rubber mouth, so M Shirley came to my aid and the winner was announced as my wife. There had been much discussion among the ladies regarding my identity and they were very amused and very curious to find that my wife was one of them. Consequently there were good natured calls of 'fix !' at the result. Taking it in good part my wife asked for another ticket to be drawn. I was a little dissapointed that my beating would not be administered by my darling wife. I was so desperate to have contact with her that even a cruel hiding from her was more appealing than nothing !
The new winner was Julie, the daughter of M Shirley's sister. She was very cute with a long dark pony tail and tight jeans which emphasised her slim figure. I think she was almost as embarrassed as I was as M Shirley had me bend forward to lean on a wooden stool before handing a long wooden paddle to her. Amid cries of encouragement to 'give the fucking sissy pervert a good beating !' she positioned herself behind me and I closed my eyes, trying to prepare myself. The first blow was a great dissapointment to the audience and further encouragement and advice failed to improve Julie's second shot at my ass. I was beginning to think I might actually get off lightly when my wife stood and took the paddle from Julie to 'show her how its done '.
CRACK ! I reared up in agony before dropping back down trying desperately to get myself under control. The last thing I wanted to do was to give M Shirley an excuse to cancel the orgasm she had promised me.
CRACK ! Cheers from the assembled ladies. CRACK ! Please no more ! Please !
There was a pause while my wife handed the paddle back to Julie with instructions to let herself go and ' give it to the sissy bastard !'
CRACK ! She was a fast learner. Not quite as hard as my wife's blow but close, real close ! I could feel the bruise rising on my poor ass. CRACK ! CRACK ! CRACK ! No pauses between, I couldn't breath ! CRACK ! CRACK ! CRACK ! I collapsed onto the floor. 'Get up you fucking freak !' I heard Julie scream. It didn't take long for her to loose her shyness I thought as I struggled back up into position. This couldn't go on. M Shirley would stop her. My wife would...... CRACK ! Oh shit please ! Every muscle in my body tensed as I cried out.
'I think you need to hit him harder dear. His face is still quite impassive ,' advised Julie's mother, much to everyone's amusement.
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# Posted: 22 Jan 2008 18:58:37
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GREAT STORY...PLEASE CONTINUE
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# Posted: 22 Jan 2008 23:29:29
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