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humanchair Member 51	# Posted: 11 Mar 2008 18:12:05 Reply  I'm loving these daily updates!!
blue179 Member 440	# Posted: 17 Mar 2008 17:32:41 Reply  I got no sleep at all that night. My head was filled with images of my sexy wife. Every time I managed to force my thoughts onto more mundane subjects she would sense it, or maybe could tell from the reduction in movement from my slipper covered dick, and would whisper in my ear whilst stroking my thighs. ' I'm going to have lots of big cocks. I love big cocks. You'll never be allowed to put yours inside me ever again.' That would do it, I'd be up and quivering again ! On a couple of occassions after she had dropped off I managed to fall into an uneasy sleep myself, only to be woken as my erotic dreams sent fruitless messages to my aching cock. When morning finally arrived I was informed by my wife as she removed her soft furry slipper from my still hard cock that I had passed all her tests with flying clours. All that is except one. There was just one final task she wanted me to complete. 'I know you're tiered slave and you must be desperate to get out of that hot sweaty sac and get that nasty mask off so that you can breath properly. The thing is I have to be absolutely sure that you really do want to be my slave forever. I need to make sure you want that more than anything else.' What I wanted was for this to be over. She was right, I was tiered. Also thirsty, hungry and, oh yea, how could I have forgotten, desperate for relief. Any relief would do, any at all ! 'I bet you'd like to come too wouldn't you sweetheart ? It's been a while hasn't it ?' She could say that again ! 'Well maybe I'll see what I can do, that is, if you pass my final test.' She promised. I heard her leaving the room and lay wondering what the hell this final test could be. She was back after a few minutes and I groaned in shock and dissappointment as I felt her drop a bag of ice onto my groin. 'Gotta have you caged first slave, then we can begin.' The ice did its job and soon the cold unyielding metal tube was carressing my sensation starved member. Next I felt her lift my rubber masked face and heard the rustle of plastic as she pulled a large bag over my head. A cord was fed around my neck and pulled tight. 'There you go slave, all done. Now listen carefully, time is running out.' Time running out ? What time ? How was it running out ? My breathing, already restricted by the two small holes in the rubber mask, came faster as I began to panic.
blue179 Member 440	# Posted: 17 Mar 2008 18:03:43 Reply  'Calm down slave,' she scolded, 'You need to listen carefully. It's a big bag so there's plenty of air provided you do as I say.' That was easy for her to say ! ' I have been trying to think of a way to make sure you really want to be my slave permanently. Also, to be honest, I sort of feel sorry for you. You've been through so much haven't you. Although, it should be remembered that this whole thing started as your idea. Didn't it slave ?' I nodded my head, trying to focus on slowing my breathing. 'So,' she continued, 'I decided on this. You wanted the chance to come, well now you have it. I'm giving you permission to cum. Provided that you can do it with the cage on and before your air runs out. There is just one rule. You must not move a muscle. I don't want to see even a twitch from you until I take off the bag, is that clear?' Oh fuck, I really thought I had a chance there. I thought she was going to let me cum. How could I do it with no stimulation at all ? And enclosed in that fucking cage ! I couldn't even get hard much less achieve orgasm. Or could I ? I was desperate, frustrated, so horny it was unreal. I had waited so long. When I felt my darling wife's delicate fingers tracing patterns over my latex covered thighs I almost thought it might be possible. My cock was fighting against the unyielding walls of its prison. My thighs ached to thrust upward in an instinctive effort to force my groin toward her. But she had told me not to move. Then she was lieing beside me, kissing my forehead. I could feel the burning heat of her lips even through the rubber and plastic that encased my head. She was whispering, ' Come on little slave, cum for your mistress. Show me how much you love me. Show me what a good slave you are. Let me see you gasping through your pathetic little cum. I want to see your filthy slave slime leaking weakly from the holes of your cage. Do it for me slave, for your mistress.' Fuck I was going to. Just the sound of her beautiful voice. Her teasing comments. Her delicate touch, up one thigh, over the metal tube and down the other thigh. Fuck ! I never would have believed it was possible. I was going to cum ! 'No moving slave,' she warned me. 'If you dissobey me I'll have to leave with John. He's waiting downstairs you know. Hoping you fail this last test so that he can wisk me away. You don't want me to go do you slave?' Of course I didn't. But I couldn't stand it. I had to move to buck my hips. For fuck sake it wasn't much to ask was it? I couldn't even get a hard on. Now I was expected to lie still ! Then suddenly I became aware that my air was running out. I was breathing hard. Harder all the time as each breath I drew through the tiny holes in my rubber mask contained less and less oxygen. 'No moving slave. Tossing your head from side to side would constitute movement and therefore failure. Be carefull !' Shit, she had really thought this one through. How could I not move ? I couldn't fucking breath and shit, oh fuck, shit I was coming. Not a full blown orgasm. Not even close. Just a slight release of pressure. Almost like a long needed piss. Warmth trickling over my thigh, then relief and.....dissapointment. Was that it ? After waiting so long . Shit I neede air NOW ! RIGHT NOW !
blue179 Member 440	# Posted: 18 Mar 2008 15:56:17 Reply  Hey what happened ? No feedback. Did all you guys get bored with my story or what ? Should I continue ? It's nearly finished now, is there anyone out there who would like to hear the end ???????
blue179 Member 440	# Posted: 18 Mar 2008 16:36:51 Reply  Hands pulling at the cord around my neck then suddenly cool air. More ! I needed more. The holes in the rubber mask were too small. Yes ! Thank you ! She was pulling off the mask. Fresh air ! After a few minutes my breathing had slowed. I looked up at my wife as she stood over me. Please don't let her have any more tests for me , I thought. I've had enough ! 'Well that's it. No more tests,' she confirmed, much to my relief. 'It's a shame after all you went through.' Shame ? What was a shame ? 'I really thought you were going to make it,' she sighed. ' You moved your hips when your little thing started to dribble then you moved your head when you started to panic for air. That's a definite fail in my book. You can't say I didn't warn you. Oh well, I guess there isn't really anything more to say. Except goodbye.' No ! I couldn't help it ! I didn't mean to move ! I didn't even realise I had ! 'I didn't mean to, ' I shouted. 'It was a mistake. I'm sorry. You can't go ! I mean I don't want you to go. Please !' 'That's enough now slave !' she scolded me. 'If you have no respect for yourself, at least have some for me. Don't make this any harder than it is. I really thought we were going to make it. I thought it was what you wanted. I guess it just wasn't meant to be. I'm going now.' 'Oh fuck no ! Please maam, I'm sorry, really sorry. Please just give me another chance I'll do anything. Please maam ! Plea......' She silenced my pathetic pleading with a dainty finger over my lips. Then retrieving the plastic bag she pulled it back over my head placing the cord around my neck but not tieing it. 'Mistress Julie will untie you once we are gone. Well.... I presume she will.....eventually. If I know her she'll want to play with you a while first.' I burst into tears as my hot breath misted the inside of the loose plastic bag blurring her perfect image. 'She'll like those tears too I imagine. Don't expect to get any information out of her. Just be thankfull if she lets you go in one piece.... eventually. Now, for the last time my ex husband and ex slave, goodbye.'
blue179 Member 440	# Posted: 18 Mar 2008 16:37:35 Reply  If anyone wants to know what happened next please let me know. Thanks.
kernelsan Member 3	# Posted: 18 Mar 2008 19:16:07 Reply  of course need more
Lisaandmikey Member 123	# Posted: 18 Mar 2008 20:20:03 · Edited by: Lisaandmikey Reply  About two weeks ago now I was out on a date. It was a week night, so I made Ron, the guy I've been dating lately get me home early. I walked into our house just after 10:30. I expected my husband Michael would be watching Letterman. That's what he usually does when I'm out with another man. Michael is a very good boy. He always waits up for me when I'm out on a date. I rarely stay out all night and when I do, I’m always careful to call him and let him know. I care about my husband. When I walked into the den I found Michael glued to the computer monitor. When he saw me he got up, kissed me and then pulled a chair over for me. He told me that I had to read this story on Cuckoldplace. It was this story. He told me that he thought it had to be a satire on the cuckold femdom lifestyle. We stayed up until after 1:00 AM reading the story. Now you are coming to the end of the story. Michael and I have been following it faithfully since we found it. I will admit that both of us have at times found parts of it to be delightfully steamy (maybe raunchy would be a better word). The one thing that ruins the story for us is your insistence that it's true. Please understand, that assertion weakens your story. As an over the top fantasy it is wonderful. As a true story it is frightening and creepy. We're not talking about the parts where John makes you lick his pee up from the kitchen floor. That's just fun stuff. We're talking about the segments where you're left chained in the shed overnight, or you're left to shiver all night in a bathtub full of cold urine or your beaten senseless because you made eye contact with your wife. Sweetheart, Amnesty International works overtime trying to keep totalitarian countries from treating political prisoners the way you contend your wife treated you. If you talk to any experienced Dom she will tell you that her number one concern is always the mental health of her slave. The long term mental torture that you claim your wife put you through would have destroyed you as a human being. Our number one objection is your wife’s threat to leave you for another man. In a solid femdom relationship, that idea is beyond consideration. We believe that a slave must always feel secure that his dominant wife loves him and cares about him. That care and love is what gives her license to freely abuse and humiliate her husband. You created a very hot story. There have been several evenings when I made Michael kneel between my legs and lick my pussy while I read your story to him. But please leave it as a fantasy. The story is not credible as fact. In real life, mothers generally do not participate in the domination and humiliation of their sons married girlfriend's husband. In our culture parents generally try to avoid getting actively involved in their children's sex lives. We agree that softer stories do become more exciting with the assertion that they are true, but not this story. This story becomes icky if its true. This is a good example of what we're trying to say. This is a direct quote from your story. 'Maybe I should let you hang there for the rest of the night,' she whispered into my ear. 'Would you like that?' 'The rope is so tight,' she said, running her fingers around the noose. ' I wonder how much longer you can last. Not too long I suspect.' The lack of air, the sheer exhaustion, coupled with the heady proximity of my darling wife were combining to float me away. 'Would you like to die for me babe.? Would you like me to watch while you give me your very life. Then I could turn around and go back to my lover. We could make love while you hang there slowly going cold.' That's over the edge for a fantasy and if it's real, it's horrifying. Honey, Michael and I loved "The Lord of the Rings" but neither of us wanted Sauron and the tortures of Mordor to be real. xoxoxoxo Lisa
morphism Member 29	# Posted: 18 Mar 2008 22:52:58 Reply  I definitely love all the directions you have taken this story, and would love to see its conclusion.
humanchair Member 51	# Posted: 19 Mar 2008 01:31:01 Reply  it is torture waiting in anticipation for more of this story. please continue
blue179 Member 440	# Posted: 19 Mar 2008 12:19:35 Reply  Thank you for taking the time to comment guys, I really apreciate it. As for whether it is or ever could be real ? I'll leave that for you to decide. Suffice to say that I have read a lot of stuff on the fem dom and cuckold life style. Some of it fits well with my own experiences, some does not. Parts of my story really turn me on, other parts sicken me. Why would I write stuff that sickens me if its not true? Anyway, as I said, its up to you to decide. The main thing for me is to get it off my chest. The main thing for you is to enjoy ! Happy reading.
blue179 Member 440	# Posted: 19 Mar 2008 12:45:58 Reply  Shit ! What could I do. Cocooned in the rubber sac I could maybe struggle to the edge of the bed and off the side. Maybe I could eventually wriggle myself to the closed bedroom door. Then what? I was still pondering desperately when the door opened. I tried to resign myself to the taunting and teasing that I knew I would get from M Julie. I would grin and bear it hoping she would loose interest quickly. Once released I would figure out a way to find my wife. If I could just talk to her, get her to listen, we could sort things out, make it ok again. Whatever it took to get her back, anything ! Imagine my surprise then when my darling wife came back into the room. She stood at the side of the bed smiling down at me. Fresh tears of joy and longing sprang from my eyes as she spoke. 'Are you sorry slave,' she asked. 'Do you want to beg me to forgive you. Would you like one more chance to prove you can cut it as my slave ?' 'Yes maam, please, I'll do anything you say, I swear.' 'Very well then, but this is your last chance, I mean it this time. If you screw up its over, clear?' 'Yes maam, I won't screw up I promise. I love you maam. I just want to be with you. I'll be a good slave I promise.' 'Stop blabbering and listen,' she demanded coldly. 'You will apologise. You will be totally sincere. You will convince everyone that you deserve to be my slave.' Everyone, I wondered ? 'You will apologise and beg for forgivness from M Shirley, M Julie, Master John and finally me. If just one of us is unconvinced then I will be leaving immediately.' But I had nothing to apologise to them for, I thought. This was crazy ! 'Do you accept your final oportunity to please me or shall I go now!' 'Please maam, its just that...' 'Answer the question you worthless piece of shit !' 'Yes maam, I accept.......thank you.' 'Good. Now the bag stays on. As an extra incentive shall we say ? If any of us is not happy with your apology we will simply tighten the cord and leave you to the mercy of whoever is next in line. So I suggest you think very carefully about what you are going to say.' She was gone to be replaced moments later by M Shirley who pulled a dressing table chair over to the bed and sat, crossing her nylon sheathed legs and looking at me expectantly. It was frustrating having to speak ernestly to someone when my breath kept fogging their image through the loose plastic bag but I did my level best. Please M Shirley, may I apologise for being as worthless as a slave as I am as a man.' I had to lay this on thick. It was really humiliating but, like I said, anything to stop my wife leaving with him. 'I know you worked really hard to train me and make me worthy of being my wife's slave. I'm sorry I have been such a poor pupil for you and I promise to work much harder. I love my wife so much ! She is very lucky to have met such a beautiful, kind and knowledgeable lady as yourself. She is very unlucky to have such a wimp as me for her husband. Please forgive me. I beg you M Shirley. I will do anything to stay with my wife. I'll make you proud to be my trainer, I swear.' Still smiling M Shirley leaned over me and her hands moved to the cord around my neck. Oh no ! I'd failed ! Fallen at the first fucking fence!
blue179 Member 440	# Posted: 19 Mar 2008 13:25:13 Reply  Just a minute. Yes ! She was raising the bag off my face, leaning closer, smiling. 'You're forgiven slave,' she whispered. 'Don't let me down.' She spat in my face before lowering the bag back in place, thankfully leaving it untied as she walked out. I was still congratulating myself on my success when M Julie's face appeared over me. She sat in the seat left by M Shirley, leaning forward, her mouth smiling while her eyes, as always, remained cold as a reptile's. 'Please may I speak maam.' I asked respectfully. She nodded so I began. 'Please M Julie, I would like to apologise to you. You are a very beautiful young lady and a pathetic wimp like me should be overjoyed that you would take the time to punish and humiliate me. I may have had difficulty in the past in repecting you fully because of your age but I have learned my lesson now. I worship the ground you walk on and if I can just be fortunate enough to remain as my wife's devoted slave I would be honoured to serve you too at any time in any way you please. I will happily beg you to hurt and humiliate me. I would be deeply honoured to serve as your baby when you baby sit me for my wife. Please maam, I love my wife so much. I will do anything you say. I will serve you in any way you please with the deepest respect. If I can just persuade her to stay and not leave with Master John. Thank you for listening to me and I apologise again with abject humility if I have ever failed to obey you or serve you properly as a beautiful woman like you deserves to be served by a worthless sissy like me.' It had been really difficult to concentrate as I watched her giggling behind her raised hand. Now she was openly laughing at me. Fuck ! What a bitch I thought as I tried desperately not to let my feelings show on my face. I waited, holding my breath , as she stood. Crack ! she slapped my face. Crack ! the other side. Lifting the edge of the bag she leaned in close. 'Oh look, tears. Are they sissy slave tears wimp ?' 'Yes maam.' I answered, my face burning red. After all I'd been through how was it possible for this little bitch to embarrass me so deeply, so easily ? 'Do sissy slave tears matter wimp ?' 'No maam, not at all.' 'Good. Then let me show them the respect they deserve.' She spat in my eyes, left one then right. 'You are a very lucky slave.....for now. But I'll be watching you wimp. Upset me once if you dare. Fail to show your wife the respect she desrves from a sissy fucking wimp like you and I'll be waiting.' With that she was gone.
blue179 Member 440	# Posted: 19 Mar 2008 16:45:28 Reply  I was really dreading the appearance of my next visitor. He wasted no time on pleasantries as he sat on the chair. 'Alright faggot I'm here but I warn you now you're wasting your time. I don't give a fuck how hard you apologise I want your wife and there's nothing you can say that will change that. Blinking salty sweat and M Julie's spit from my eyes I tried anyway. 'Please sir, I know I can never compete with you. You are a real man and I am just a worthless excuse for one. I just wanted to thank you for taking such good care of my wife and for making her so happy. She could not have chosen anyone better to join our game. I know she fancies you. I know she loves your cock and can't get enough of it. Please sir, she's my wife and I love her more than I can tell you. You deserve her much more than I do and she desrves to have a real man like you in her bed. That's why I hope you will visit us often. I will of course stay out of your way, unless I can be of service to you. I will obey you completely as my absolute master I swear. I know I have been a little reticent, I guess it's just that I've been so jealous of you. I wish my wife would look at me the way she looks at you. But I guess there's not much chance of that. What I'm trying to say is that I acknowledge your superiority as a man. I am nothing compared to you. Please though, please I beg you sir, please don't take my wife away from me. I love her so much.....' 'Rubbish !' he snorted. 'You don't love her at all. If you did you would want what's best for her and you know what that means don't you faggot ?' He got up to leave and then turned back, 'Oh yea, I almost forgot.' Reaching toward me he took the ends of the cord around my neck, tied them into a knot and pulled them tight. 'Apology not fucking accepted !' he stated flatly and was gone.
blue179 Member 440	# Posted: 22 Mar 2008 10:24:38 Reply  Shit, shit, shit ! This wasn't funny. I was lying here completely exhausted mentally and physically. I was dehidrated but swimming in sweat inside the rubber sac. I had the beginnings of a headache, and now I didn't know which to panic about first, loosing my wife or running out of air ! After a few minutes of trying to get the last dregs of oxygen from the stale air inside the plastic bag the latter worry was definitely winning. The plastic was sticking to my sweet soaked face so I had to stick out my tongue to push it away from my mouth, then heave desperately with my tired lungs. Faster and faster I breathed as my overloaded brain demanded more life giving oxygen and the only response my body could give was to suck even faster and harder at the little remaining dead air. 'OOf !' Suddenly a weight on my chest. My wife was lying on me. As she began to caress my face through the plastic I lost it completely. Using whatever air I could muster I screamed her name. I felt her hands grasp the plastic which clung to my face. Her nails dug in, one of them scratching my face as she tore a hole in the bag. Air ! My mind screamed. As I went to gasp in the cool life giving gas my lips were crushed, my mouth covered by my wife's as she kissed me deeply. Her soft pink tongue explored my teeth before plunging between them to wrestle with mine. I was gasping, heaving, trying desperately to satisfy my starved lungs. Each inward breath carried her scent. I breathed her. I inhaled my wife's essence. I wanted to push her away, to free my mouth to better draw in the air my body demanded. At the same time though, I wanted to draw her tighter to me, to feed my emotionally starved brain with her carress, to engulf her soft sweet lips, to swallow her darting tongue, to inhale her very essence, to drown myself in her body, to be united with her, a part of her. I needed to give up my individuality, to become a part of her, with her, within her, for always. Not a man, not her husband, not even her slave.....simply a part of her. To be used and enjoyed as she might see fit. Then, just as suddenly as she arrived, she was gone. I lay panting, trying to get some form of grip on reality. That,s when I felt a new warm wetness on my thigh and knew that, for the second time, I had cum within the confines of my cruel chastity tube. Fuck ! Was this my life now ? Would I never know the exstacy of shooting my load from an unhindered cock ? Was I destined to be frustrated for month after month, slavishly devoting myself to my beautiful wife only to be rewarded with these pathetic parrodies of orgasm ?
blue179 Member 440	# Posted: 22 Mar 2008 10:46:55 Reply  As my breathing slowed, so my head cleared and I remembered my predicament. John had refused my apology ! My wife would be leaving with him ! I was still wrestling with my thoughts when she came back to sit at my side. Looking up at her I remembered John's words. He was right. If I really loved her I would let her go. Wouldn't I ? As much as that thought hurt there was a masochistic part that found the idea of my beautiful, gorgeous wife leaving me permanently for another man an incredible turn on ! Also, I couldn't help thinking, the cage would come off. It would have to, the game would be over. I'd be free to cum for real, as many times as I liked, whenever I liked ! But my wife ! My darling wife ! How could I live without her ? 'Please maam,' I had made my decision, ' I know I failed the test. I'm sorry I couldn't convince Master John, but it's ok. I understand why you have to go. I only want you to be happy. If you need to be with him to be happy then I wouldn't stop you even if I could. I love you so much. I would do anything for you, be anything for you. I'll always love you and I'll always wait for you, just in case one day you want to come back. I'll be here as your husband or as your slave whichever you want.' 'That's very nice sweetheart but he's gone,' she smiled. What ? 'I was never going to leave you silly. I was testing you, breaking you down, making sure that you felt just as strongly as I do that we belong together, that we are made for each other. I was born to be your mistress and you to be my slave. After all we've been through lately that is proved beyond all doubt don't you think ?' 'Yes maam !' I couldn't help smiling. She was staying ! She was mine ! My wife, my mistress ! 'You should know my darling husband, we can never go back now. You are my slave forever. I intend to use you and abuse you as I see fit without any regard whatsoever for your needs, wishes or feelings. But never doubt this, you are mine forever, I will never leave you, never let you go.' Those words might have sounded pretty scary, even crazy to anyone else. But to me, right then, they were everything I could ever wish for. 'Now, before we get you out of that nasty rubber sac, Master John left you a going away present. I've been keeping it warm for you. Guess where ?' she laughed as she stood, slipped off her nickers and stradled my chest once more, this time facing my feet.
humanchair Member 51	# Posted: 23 Mar 2008 10:58:10 Reply  This story continues to amaze me! I am so relieved that your wife did not leave you...I am very interested in finding out how she is going to use you in the future...I love this story
humanchair Member 51	# Posted: 23 Mar 2008 11:01:22 Reply  When I was reading this update I was so mesmerized that I was lost in the moment...I was truly frightened that your wife would leave you. Now that I think about it I remember you posting a while ago that you get your wife's permission before posting each update. I should have known she didn't end up leaving you forever, but who has time to think when you have done such a great job at capturing our attention from update to update. Please continue on!
blue179 Member 440	# Posted: 23 Mar 2008 15:12:43 Reply  Ok probably not most men's idea of an ideal way to spend time with their wife. My face crushed under her soft round cheeks, nose pushed into the valley between, tongue stretched to its limit boring into her most secret place, but there I was. Master John's thick white spunk coated my lips as I worked to time my breathing the increasing tempo of her movements. I was happy ! Happier than I had been for a long time. I was where I wanted to be, with my gorgeous sexy wife. No, scratch that, UNDER my gorgeous sexy wife. Serving her, pleasing her, being used by her. Even my own desperate need for satisfaction was secondary. I would cum when and where she chose in whatever way she desired. That was it. That was all I had and all I wanted.
blue179 Member 440	# Posted: 23 Mar 2008 15:16:25 Reply  Humanchair I'd like to thank you for your comments and support. You have been more than kind. Thank you for reading my story. Thank you for taking the time to post so many comments, all of them so possitive. There is not much more to go now, I hope you enjoy it. In fact, I would like to dedicate the last part to you. Enjoy. p.s. It will probably take me a few sittings but I will try to get through it asap.
blue179 Member 440	# Posted: 23 Mar 2008 15:39:21 Reply  Finally satisfied my wife climbed off me. Unzipping the rubber sac she told me to take a shower then clean and put away the sac and mask. 'After that you can get dressed and run me a nice bath. I think I'd like you in the Victorian maid's outfit. I haven't seen it for a while. I'll help you with it. Then, while I relax in my bath I want you to pick out some nice undies for me. Something really sexy, maybe in white. I had a call from Jason this morning. He's home for a few days so I've invited him over this afternoon. I thought it might cheer me up, help me get over John's leaving.' Shit ! She didn't waste any time did she ? Now that John was off the scene I was hoping for a bit of a breather, some time and attention for me before she started seeing other guys. Oh well, I guess I was going to have to get used to being my wife's permanent slave real quickly. No gentle break in period for me ! I'd forgotten how heavy and uncomfortable the victorian maids outfit was. The corset was torture, I had to breath in short shallow little breaths. My shower had been very refreshing and it felt incredibly good to be away from the confines of the sac but my freedom was short lived and I was soon sweating again. I picked out a pretty silk slip with matching french knickers and laid them on the bed. As I did I heard her call from the bathroom ,' Whatever you choose had better be very sexy slave. If it's not I'll be taking it out on your ass !' I took the precaution of adding some white hold up stockings. 'That's very good slave,' she beamed when she came into the bedroom wearing just a soft pink bathtowel. 'You do have good taste don't you. I think I'll let you dress me for my lovers more often.' 'Thank you maam,' I curtsied as she smiled at me. 'Now, before you go, you'll remember earlier when I was kind enough to let you feel the inside of my fluffy little slipper with you tiny pee pee ?' 'Yes maam,' I remembered, in fact I was pretty sure I would never forget. Funny how such small inconsequential things could become so important to someone in my position ! 'Well then you'll recall that I also promised you I would be using the other one to tan your hide, correct ?'
blue179 Member 440	# Posted: 23 Mar 2008 16:43:18 Reply  'Yes maam,' I answered respectfully. 'Right over you go then, touch your toes.' As I did so my wife lifted my heavy skirts and threw them forward over my head to expose my victorian knickered ass. 'Where is your belt slave ?' my wife exclaimed. I was confined inside the cruel chastity tube but my wife had not thought to refit the shield and belt that went over it, locking in place to further restict any access to my deprived cock and even my balls. It was hardly my fault she had forgotten to fit it. 'In future slave I want the belt on and locked at all times except when I remove it so that you can wash.' 'Yes maam, sorry maam,' I mumbled from under my skirts. My cock was imprisoned inside the small steel tube and would, barring a medical emergency, remain that way. However, you may remember that the tube came with a shield that locked over the tube and belted around my waist. Its purpose to further remove any chance of me gaining access to my cock but also making it impossible for me to touch my balls, tap on the tube or tug at it, all of which I had considered in my desperation. The shield locked in place with a key and was removed only for washing. The tube which I mention again, partly to make sure my possition is understood and partly to help me come to terms with it myself, was non removeable. Which is why it had a small nozzle to which an accessory could be attatched. This was then fixed to a shower hose allowing cleansing water to be flushed around inside. 'Beating first and then I want it fitted. I was going to beat you simply for my amusement slave, but it seems that you are never happy unless you are giving me a reason to punish you. Well, so be it.' The striking of her slipper stung my ass cheeks but was nothing compared to what I had previously endured. After about thirty strokes my wife bent down beside my head, 'Look at me slave.' I turned to look at her, careful to avoid eye contact. I wasn't sure if that was to be allowed now. Many of the rules governing my behaviour as a slave were instigated by Master John. Now that he was gone I wasn't sure quite where I stood in those respects. 'Yes you'd better keep your eyes averted slave,' she advised,' No tears though. That's a shame. Jason will be here soon and I want him to see tears in your eyes when you greet him at the door. What do you suggest my sissy slave ?' 'I I I I'm not sure maam,' I stammered. 'Really, ' she smirked cruely, 'I am.' I heard a drawer open and close and then SWISH CRACK the thin bamboo of a cane sliced into my warm red glowing cheeks. After just three strokes my eyes were filled with tears. After six I was crying, sobbing, trying not to cry out. Thankfully, satisfied my wife had me stand. My knickers were dropped to allow the fitting of the shield belt and then swiftly pulled up. 'Go and kneel at the front door sissy. When Jason arrives let him in. Make sure you give him a little curtsy and make him welcome. bear in mind he is here at your mistresses invitation. Unlike you he is a real man. I need him in my bed giving me what you can't. He is your superior in every way, remember that. I want you to show him the same respect you do me. That's something you will have to get used to slave. When I choose to have a man make love to me that means I hold him in much higher regard as a man than I do you. Therefore he is desrving of your utmost respect. If you ever dare to show the tinyest sign of dissrespect to any man I choose as a lover or even a prospective lover, I will make you regret it deeply. Am I making myself clear?' 'Yes maam, very clear. I will do whatever you say maa. I am your slave. I will do anything to please you.' 'Good. Keep that attitude and you will get along just fine. Now go wait at the door. And slave,' 'Yes maam,' 'Keep those tears flowing. I want you to suffer the embarrassment of showing a real man to my bedroom with tears rolling down your cheeks. Jason will no doubt wonder why you are crying. Perhaps he will pity you. Perhaps he will be disgusted by you. Whichever, he will certainly find it very hard to respect you won't he?' 'Yes maam. ' 'You don't deserve respect and you can be sure you won't be getting any. Not if I can help it. Do you think you can manage to live without respect slave?' 'Please maam,' I answered, fresh tears rolling down my cheeks as I kept my eyes on her tiny feet, 'I can live without anything but you.'
benjamin13 Member 24	# Posted: 24 Mar 2008 08:58:27 Reply  I don't post very often (because my english isn't very good), but I still enjoy your story a lot. If the end is coming soon, I really hope it will be very intense. And I think it will be. When the story will be complete, I think I'll print the entire text and keep it somewhere by me. It's my favorite erotic story, for now. Thanks and please continue !
tanyahowes Member 111 Pictures: 1	# Posted: 24 Mar 2008 10:57:44 Reply  Still with you blue, right to the end - you have kept me raptured for many hours and always look forward to the next twist and turn. Thank you and your wife for such erotic stuff! Tanya x
humanchair Member 51	# Posted: 25 Mar 2008 20:46:58 Reply  thank you for the dedication! please continue
humanchair Member 51	# Posted: 27 Mar 2008 21:21:22 Reply  blue...i'm dying to read more! I have this page set as my homepage so I'll know right away when an update is posted lol
blue179 Member 440	# Posted: 30 Mar 2008 13:07:41 Reply  I only had to wait a few minutes before the doorbell rang. I checked through the spyhole first then opened the door. Jason smiled when he saw my outfit and, having closed the door I knelt red faced in front of him. Staring at the carpet with full realisation that I was a married man in the prime of my life and was knealing in submission to a kid less than half my age I respectfully welcomed him to my mistress's home. 'Thank you for visiting my Mistress Sir. I know she is very excited to see you. She told me I should ask you to go straight up to her bedroom.' Laughing at me he bent his legs to bring his face level with mine so that he could whisper in my ear. ' You are one sad fuck, you know that don't you ? I used to watch your wife going by and think you were one lucky bastard to be fucking that. The thing is, you weren't fucking her at all were you. At least not properly, not like she needs it. You weren't fucking capable of it were you? If you were she wouldn't be messing around with guys like me and you wouldn't be making a complete wanker of yourself swanning around in sissy maids outfits showing real men to her bedroom. You know she laughs at you don't you ? We all do. You're a fucking joke man. The only thing you have going for you is that you have a gorgeous fucking slut of a wife who can't get enough cock. You can't blame her for that though can you ? She's been starved of it for so long, she needs to make up for it. But don't worry sissy, I'm gonna do my bit. I'm gonna fuck your pretty little slut wife's brains out every chance I get. Ok ?' 'Yes sir, thank you sir,' I stammered, my face burning as I stared hard at the floor.
blue179 Member 440	# Posted: 30 Mar 2008 13:56:49 Reply  About an hour later I heard my wife calling me. Knocking at the door I heard her tell me to come in. Keeping my eyes down as I entered I curtsied respectfully and waited. 'Jason wants a beer and I'll have a glass of wine. ' I waited but that was it. Turning to leave I realised I'd never felt more like a mere servant to her. Then, remembering the rules I turned and quickly curtsied again before leaving. On my return I knocked again but there was no answer. Then I heard a high pitched squeal and I knew he was inside her again. I stood, tray of drinks in hand, listening to the incredible sounds of a man making love to my wife. I can't begin to describe how that felt. I'd heard it before, many times by then, but its power never fades. My stomache churned, my head swam and my poor imprisoned cock rebelled futilely against its life sentance. When it finally went quiet I waited a couple of minutes before daring to knock again. I heard his voice this time and entered, carefully balancing the tray. The smell of sex had my already straining cock battering against the walls of its steel prison as I curtsied. 'Don't just stand there you idiot,' chided my wife. Trying not to look up I walked to the side of the bed to offer the drinks. I could not resist the temptation to look up. The contrast of his deep ebony skin against the white sheet was startling. My wife was still wearing the white camisole top and stockings I had selected for her but her french knickers were hanging from the bed post. She was snuggled against him as he sat with his back against the headboard, her hand idly tracing patterns on his thigh. I couldn't help noticing his now flacid cock, still encased in a condom. I was once again awed by its size as it lay across his thigh and onto hers. The sound of her voice paniced me into casting my eyes quickly downward. 'Since you're here slave you might as well make yourself usefull. Jason has been kind enough to make wonderful love to me twice already. That's more than you used to manage in a week if I remember rightly,' she laughed. ' Anyway, he has to leave soon and I'd like him to see what a good slave you've become and how much you respect him.' 'Oh shit !' I thought. This was not going to be good. Not for me anyway. 'Put that tray down and kneel,' she comanded. 'Now, for obvious reasons, now that your Master John has gone, there are going to be a number of condoms used in this house. There is a certain way I would like those condoms dealt with. Before they are disposed of they need to be treated in such a way that allows you, my slave, to show your respect to their contents. After all, what is inside each rubber is the result of an act of passion and perhaps, as with Jason, even of love. As my slave it is your duty, and should be your pleasure to see that those contents are not wastefully flushed down a toilet but are treated with the respect they deserve. ' I must have looked puzzled as she explained, ' Let me make it simple so that even a stupid little sissy failed husband can understand.' That hurt ! Even after all I had endured she could still hurt me so easily. 'After I have been with a man I will present you with his used condoms. You will respectfully empty these into your worthless slave mouth where you will savour the flavour and think about how they got so full. You will wonder at the masculinity and prowess of the stud who's spunk you are worshiping. Then, finally, you will marvel at the beauty and sheer sexuality of your beloved mistress. You will immerse yourself in abject devotion to me and mentally renew your sacred vow to worship and serve me forever as you slowly swallow.' There was a long pause and I wondered if she was waiting for me to protest. I wanted to. I really did. But to do that I would have had to tear my eyes away from her cute little white stockinged foot as it slid seductively up and down Jasons shin. 'Jason has to go soon so let's get on with it. You can do that one first.' Looking up I could see she was pointing to the top of the bedside cabinet where a very full looking condom lay, knotted at one end.
blue179 Member 440	# Posted: 2 Apr 2008 01:09:46 Reply  I reached over to retrieve the condom and felt it squidge in my hand. I had tasted Jason's cum before when I'd licked it from my wife's feet and from the inside of her shoe. Somehow though, this was worse. Sucking it straight from the condom, and doing it right in front of him, ugh ! 'Bite off the end slave and suck it all out. That's right, hold it up so we can see.' I had a lump in my throat as I fought a feeling of sickness. 'Come on sissy, you can do it. Do it for me, to show me how much you love me.' Closing my eyes I held the knotted end up high and took the teat into my mouth. As I bit down I felt the slimy fluid coat my tongue. 'Don't swallow yet slave, I want to see. Open your mouth.' So there I was mouth open wide showing the woman I love my tongue coated in her lovers sperm. My eyes were still tightly closed till I heard, 'Open those eyes, look at me. I want to see the pain in them. I want to enjoy your humiliation.' As I looked into her eyes I was indeed humiliated, who wouldn't be. Strangely though, it was nothing like as bad as I expected and it was fading. I was my mistress's slave. I was not a man. A man would never let his wife do this to him. If he did he would have every reason to be embarrassed as he would be loosing his manhood in front of his wife. Me, I had none left to loose. I couldn't compete with Jason or anyone else as a man, as a lover. Of course not. So why try? Why be embarrassed ? I had nothing to be embarrassed about. I was what I wanted to be, what my darling wife wanted me to be. Feeling much better, I swallowed. Jason got up and came around the bed to stand at my side. He was holding his latest condom to stop it slipping off his cock. My wife waved her hand to motion me to turn and face him still on my knees. 'I think you'll find this one is a bit fresher boy, in fact I kept it warm for you,' he smiled. I turned to my wife for reasurance and she smiled and nodded. I knew what I had to do. Linking my hands behind my back I stuck out my tongue. As I knelt there, the picture of submission, he pulled off the condom and tipped its contents onto my tongue. Seeking to show my wife that I not only accepted my position but yearned for it, I turned to her and showed her my slime coated tongue before taking it back into my mouth and smiling as I swallowed.
blue179 Member 440	# Posted: 2 Apr 2008 01:39:43 Reply  Jason left soon after and my wife took a shower while I showed him out. Without any prompting at all I knelt in the hallway and kissed his shoes thanking him for making my wife so happy and allowing me the privaledge of drinking the results of their passion. He just laughed at me and left. Back in the bedroom my wife reminded me that she was going out with Mistress Julie. A night of 'manhunting' as she described it. Shit ! The woman was insatiable. How the hell was I going to keep up with this ? Surely she couldn't keep this pace up ! She was in a hurry so I had to help her dress. I was all fingers and thumbs as my head span with images of my wife out with Mistress Julie being hit on by every guy in the place. My clumsyness earned me several cracks of her hand across my face as she scolded me. 'If you can't see to my needs as a husband then for fuck sake at least earn your keep as a slave.' Eventually, as she aplied her makeup I stole downstairs to polish the cute and sexy little mary jane stilletoes she would be waring. Before I cleaned them I kissed and licked them in abject devotion as my stomache did its now familiar cartwheels as I thouht about my gorgeous mistress dancing with another man. Holding hands, talking and laughing while I, her husband toiled at my housework. Their first kiss, his hands on her...... Would she go back to his place ? Or even bring him here? I hoped not. Maybe nobody would aproach her ? Yea right ! I was jerked from my reverie, 'Those shoes had better be perfect slave. I want to look especially hot tonight. Julie is such a hot little babe, I don't want to look like her ugly sister, or worse still, her mother. Then again, I've heard a lot of guys fantasise about taking a mother and daughter together, isn't that right?' Before I could answer she finished,' Oh why am I asking you ? What the fuck would you know about real men's fantasies?' She sat so that I could fit those sexy little shoes to her darling stockinged feet. I wanted to kiss them again but feared marking them. As I stared at them longingly she lifted my chin with her cool delicate hand. ' Don't bother to wait up slave. Get your work done and then you can go to bed. Don't forget to change my sheets. You can put them on your bed. That will be the routine now. After I have a man in my bed you move the sheets to your bed. That way you can smell me as you go to sleep. You'll enjoy that won't you?' 'Yes maam, very much. Thank you.' I meant it too ! No more playing. No more holding back. She wanted a pathetic sissy wimp slave and she was going to get one. For better or worse. It was the only way I was going to be able to deal with this situation mentally. 'Ok, if I decide to stay out I'll text you so you know I'm safe. Oh there's my taxi outside. I'll see you tomorrow.' 'Yes maam. Have a great time maam. I'll be here waiting for you. I love you. I love you so much ! I'm going to try to be a perfect slave for you. I just want to worship you and make you happy.' Looking up to see her reaction I was dissappointed, she was gone. I wondered how much of my hearfelt speach she had caught as I heard the front door slam.

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