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humanchair
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# Posted: 24 Jan 2008 02:26:31
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oh so humiliating you lucky guy! haha
Please continue!!!!
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blue179
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# Posted: 24 Jan 2008 11:23:44
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The pain was just too much to bear and I fell to the floor screaming entreaties to this bitch Julie, to M Shirley, to my wife, to anyone who would listen. Sadly, all that came out was a a garbled nonsense muffled by the fake rubber mouth which was moulded so tightly inside mine.
'Get up ! ' M Shirley scolded, ' Get up this instant and stop embarrassing me in front of my guests.'
With no idea where I found the strength, I rose slowly onto my shaking legs, the sound of Julie's heartless laughter filling my ears. CRACK ! Oh shit please ! CRACK ! CRACK ! giggle , CRACK ! I was down again.
'Julie dear,' I heard M Shirley say through my tears, ' I think perhaps that might be enough for now. I have a few more tasks for sissy so I need her in one piece.'
'Oh ok,' Julie replied uncertainly, ' Could I have another go later please ?'
'We'll see dear, we'll see. Now have seat and sissy will fill your wine glass. I'm sure you must be thirsty after all that exercise.'
My hand shook visibly as I poured wine into Julie's glass and handed it to her with a curtsy which brought a fresh stab of fire to my tortured ass. I did not dare look at her. This seemingly shy little thing that had taken such savage enjoyment in reducing me to a snivelling wreck in front of all these ladies.
Calling me to one side M Shirley gave me more raffle tickets and showed me a new sign before hanging it around my neck. It read - ' Excuse me ladies. Please may I sell you a raffle ticket. The prize for the winner is to sit on my sissy slave face to your hearts content.'
The ladies took great interest in reading my sign and Julie asked, ' Aunt Shirley, why would we want to sit on his face ?'
'Slave, show Julie your party trick,' ordered M Shirley. So I pushed my tongue forward and out of my mouth popped the fake latex tongue, much larger and longer than my own. 'And yes he does know how to use it girls. I gave him lots of practice last night.' The ladies found that very funny, even Julie who was bright red with embarrassment.
The winning ticket was bought by M Shirley's next door neighbour, a tall well built lady I had heard the others call Beverley. The thought of Beverley's substantial wieght on my face worried me as M Shirley told me to show the lady to my bedroom and ' see that she enjoys her prize'.
M Beverley laughed when she saw the Barbie bedroom but said nothing as I laid down face up on the bed. Kicking off her shoes and hitching up her skirt she climbed up onto my chest before shuffling forward to plonk her knicker covered pussy onto my face. After grinding herself on my nose for a while she pulled her panties to one side and demanded, 'Get busy faggot. I want to cum. Do a good job and maybe I'll let you breath now and again.'
Thinking back to lessons learned the previous night with M Shirley, I tried hard to give this no nonsence woman the pleasure she sought. I was sweating inside my rubber skin, my poor ass was still on fire and now I was struggling to breathe. After cumming once with a deep gutteral groan I thought she was climbing off me but I was wrong. She turned around to face my feet and insisted, 'Again slave, this time my ass, and make it good or I'll ask Shirley to give you back to little Julie,' she laughed, uncurling her legs to lay them along my chest so her full weight pressed my rubber enshrouded head into the mattress.
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blue179
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# Posted: 24 Jan 2008 12:05:43
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As I lay gasping for breath, the sweat running off my skin in rivers to lie trapped inside my rubber cocoon, M Beverley climbed off the bed, straightened her clothes and slipped her feet into her shoes. With a quick glance in the mirror to check her hair she was gone. I felt used and degraded, nothing new for me but somehow worse that it was done by someone who was a complete stranger to me. I had been loaned out, given away like an inconsequential object. Now I knew how my wife must have felt at the poker game. It was embarrassing, humiliating on a whole new level, and yet, incredibly hot! As I stood to return to the lounge part of me hoped that it was over and the guests would be leaving. Another part though, wanted more, wanted ro revel in abject humiliation in front of those women, wanted my wife to see what I had become, for her.
Back in the lounge M Beverley was fielding questions on her experience with 'the sissy slave '. As I entered M Shirley clapped her hands and asked for a moment to explain the next game.
'Ladies it's time for the finale ! As some of you know, it's been a little over two years since sissy has been allowed to dribble her worthless slime. As you may imagine she is quite desperate to do so,' everyone laughed at that. 'I thought it might amuse you all if we let her do it now in front of you all.'
Oh shit, yes ! I was gonna cum ! Fuck YES ! But in front of all these ladies !? What would their reaction be ? Could I perform under such scrutiny ? My bursting cock was already answering that one !
'Having thought long and hard , two things our sissy slave here knows very little about,' squeals of laughter as I looked at the floor in sheer embarrassment. 'I thought we could play a game, one where we could all join in. So ladies, if you can all take a seat so that we make a rough circle. Julie dear would you go into the kitchen and fetch me the bag of pink rubber washing up gloves . Give one pair to each guest and put one on yourself.I will select some suitable music and stay by the stereo to control the volume. I think you've all played 'musical chairs' before, well this is musical masterbation.' More raucous laughter.
'The rules are simple ladies. I will remove the slave's chastity cage and while the music plays he will walk around the circle to show off his little thing. When the music stops the closest lady will take the slave's tiny excuse for a cock and play with it as she sees fit until the music starts again.'
As M Shirley used her key to remove my cage she warned me, ' You behave now sissy. This is your one and only chance to cum. After today you have three years to wait till your next oportunity. It would be a shame if you messed things up and lost your chance to cum today wouldn't it ?'
'Yes maam. I'll do whatever you say maam,' I tried to say. I meant it, anything to cum, anything!
'Turn around. I'll put these handcuffs on you to help you. That way there's no chance you might try to shall we say, take matters into your own hands. Now be a good slave. Stop and start immediately with the music. You can cum anytime you like but you must move on when you hear the music. If you dare dissappoint me you will regret it. I'll make it six years instead of three to your next opportunity, and I'll have Julie visit you with her paddle every day for the full six fucking years , understand ?'
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blue179
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# Posted: 24 Jan 2008 13:49:02
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So there I was enclosed head to foot in flesh coloured latex, dressed in a girly pink rubber maids outfit, the front of which was pulled up and tucked into the belt of my pinny to leave my straining, bobbing cock on show. The handcuffs bit into my wrists as I stood, head down awaiting the start of the music. 'Oh dear,' someone laughed, ' you poor thing.' I thought she was sympathising with me but she was talking to my wife. 'You mean to say you've had to put up with that for all those years dear?'
'Well, to be fair,' my wife answered,' it was a little bigger. Being locked in a cage all the time seems to have shrunk it. That's the second cage he's had. The first one is too big now. It's still shrinking too. I'm sure. Which is why Michele is here.'
'What did she mean,' I wondered. Then, suddenly the music started. I began to walk around the circle.
'Oh come on slave look like you're enjoying yourself,' shouted my wife, 'Dance round for us. Come on faggot, dance!'
Trying not to think about what a pathetic sight I must make I danced around the circle until the music stopped and M Beverley reached up her pink rubber covered hand to grasp my desperate cock. Two light pulls and the music started again.
So it went on. There was never enough time, never enough contact to get me over the edge. So close, so fucking close! It took more and more will power to force myself to move on when the music started. The lady playing with me would immediately leave go and I would fight back the urge to throw myself against her and hump at her face, her body, her leg, anything !
Fortunately I found the strength. Thoughts of six years of chastity helped as did my recollection of Julie's vicious enjoyment of the paddle, but it was still touch and go.
Eventually it was the turn of young Julie and despite her shyness she seemed enthralled by my torture. In fact M Shirley had to laughingly admonish her for moving seats several times trying to get further turns at torturing my desperate pre cum weeping cock.
Sweating like never before, legs buckling under me, tears of frustration flooding down my latex covered cheeks, I skipped on, no longer making any attempt to dance in time to the music, indeed past being able to hear it above the calls and laughter of the gathered women.
Finally, as my wife was given just the couple of extra seconds needed to perform one more tug I was cumming ! Oh fuckkkkkkk ! Oh shittttttttt! Then her hand was gone and I was being pushed away. The music was playing again as I staggered round the circle, my poor neglected manhood spurting once, twice, then dribbling its pent up load down its length to drench my surging balls. Then suddenly the music stopped again and young Julie was hesitantly grasping me. I spurted again as I looked down at her cute little face, her lips smiling , her eyes as cold as ice. Again the music. Again I stumbled forward. Music stopped, a gorgeous blonde lady, one of M Shirley's friends from work, Michele , cupping my balls in one hand, kneading them as her other hand milked me dry.
As I collapsed to my knees the ladies cheered and clapped. The blonde lady, the Michele my wife had refered to mysteriously earlier, pulled my head onto her lap and whispered into my ear, 'There now little slave boy. That should keep you soft for a while. Long enough for me to do my job.'
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doorstopper
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# Posted: 24 Jan 2008 15:56:47
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Superb tale Blue
John
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peakmb
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# Posted: 25 Jan 2008 01:13:24
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OK Blue, I'm still with you, but I have to say this is quickly becoming the Harry Potter of the cuck world. A superb flight of fancy. Really, quite superb. What next, I wonder for our hero.
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# Posted: 25 Jan 2008 15:13:27
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Shortly after I found myself on my knees using my rubber covered lips to kiss the feet of each lady as she left. Mistress Shirley stood beside me to say goodbye to her guests. While she was talking to Julie's mother I pressed my lips to Julie's leather boots. She knelt down to whisper in my ear, 'Don't worry fag boy, I'll be back. Aunty Shirl has promised me I can look after you one day while she is out. Boy am I gonna have some fun ! See you soon.'
The only people left in the lounge as I tidied away glasses and cups were M Shirley, her friend Michele and my wife. As soon as I was finished I was ordered downstairs to my cell. Following behind me M Shirley had me lie down on my cot face up and she used leather cuffs to bind my wrists and ankles to the steel frame of the bed. She was just finishing fixing two wide leather straps, one over my chest, the other over my hips, when we were joined by Michele and my wife. Michele was carrying what looked like a black jewelry box which she placed on the floor and opened up. I was still wearing the latex body suit and the wide leather collar so my vision was very restricted, unlike my mind which was racing with ideas about what was going on. After a decidedly unrelieving orgasm, my still free manhood was equally curious, straining upward in search of solid stimulation.
I jumped as a plastic bag of ice was dropped over my groin. 'I take it he does know about this,' queried Michele.
'He will soon,' laughed M Shirley. Now I really was worried. I felt the ice bag being removed and my shrunken cock being handled, the foreskin pulled back and wet cloth used to wipe the head.
'I can't do this without consent Shirley, even if his wife asks me to. It would be unethical not to mention illegal.
'Thats ok,' my wife soothed, ' I'll sort it.' Her gorgeous face entered my field of vision as I detected a whif of anticeptic. 'Listen babe,' she smiled down as she carressed my hair, well my wig actually, but I wasn't complaining. ' That little thing of yours keeps getting smaller. It's not your fault, its just your body responding to a lack of use. The thing is, its becoming too small for your cage and Shirley is worried you might slip out. That would be a big temptation for you and you could land yourself in some very serious trouble. John says he could get another cage made for you, an even smaller one, but I really don't think it would work. You're just getting too small. The only way we can be sure you stay locked up until I or Shirley let you out is to fit a chastity tube. We have one here,' I srared as she held up a small stainless steel tube. One end was open, the other closed off with a fine mesh. It looked so small even in her dainty hand. ' The thing is babe, for this to work I need to have you pierced.'
No way no way, I was shaking my head and grunting through my mask.
'With a nice little piercing we can lock this on and theirs no way it could ever come off without the key. Isn't that sexy honey?'
'Not really,' I thought.
'Now don't be a baby, Shirley would you go upstairs and get my jacket please? Now you just behave yourself. Tell the lady it's ok then we can get it over with. Otherwise I'm going to be very dissapointed with you. You do love me don't you?'
I nodded as M Shirley returned with my wife's leather jacket. 'Tell Michele it's ok and I'll let you borrow my jacket. You can have it over your head so you can smell me and the lovely leather.' Leaning down to whisper in my ear,' You do want my sexy jacket don't you sweetheart?'
I nodded vigorously as I felt life returning to my previously frozen cock.
'That's good enough for me.' I heard Michele say, then STAB ! a hot pain shot through my now shrivelling manhood.
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humanchair
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# Posted: 26 Jan 2008 07:50:56
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WOW this is getting better and better!!! It's rather sad you got the piercing and all you got was to smell her leather jacket. lol it was in the heat of the moment. I love this story!
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humanchair
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# Posted: 27 Jan 2008 07:01:43
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Congratulations on having the most replies on the cuckold stories forum!!! Please continue! I am dying from the suspense! This story is a masterpiece and should be published!
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blue179
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# Posted: 28 Jan 2008 14:49:05
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Here is a pis for those of you who might have thought the part about the rubber skin was a little far fetched. It is real, available on many sites and, I understand quite popular.
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blue179
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# Posted: 28 Jan 2008 14:50:40
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You're too kind humanchair. Comments like yours really make me feel like carrying on baring my soul. More coming soon.
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doorstopper
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# Posted: 28 Jan 2008 21:37:39
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Please keep this posting up "Blue" it's the best so far
John
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tanyahowes
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# Posted: 30 Jan 2008 07:17:08
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Still with you blue - as with all your other devoted readers just cannot wait until the next episode!!
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blue179
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# Posted: 30 Jan 2008 12:15:06
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The pain was not as bad as I had anticipated and I felt remarkably calm as I lay breathing in the heady scent from my wife's leather jacket. There was a stinging sensation from below as I felt a cold anticeptic spray being liberally aplied. M Shirley asked how long it would take to heal.
'I would reccommend you leave the little tube off for a month,' answered Michele. 'Let the air get to it and keep it clean. I'll leave you some anticeptic wipes, use them at least twice a day.'
'Right,' answered M Shirley. 'I'll have to make sure I don't let him out of my sight during the day. I can tie him down at night or if I need to go out.'
'He'll be too sore to manage any naughty fiddling for a while,' continued Michelle, ' And it might help to try not to get him excited, if you know what I mean. Cold showers or ice packs should do the trick.'
'Yes,' my wife joined in,' He'll be staying with Shirley, I don't want him seeing me for a while. He always gets a little stiffy as soon as he sees me, don't you sweetheart,' she laughed as she stroked my face through the leather coat.
'By the second month you should be able to remove the ring and fit the tube,' Michelle went on,' leave it on all day then take it off at night when you can secure his wandering hands. He'll probably be healed enough by then to be feeling naughty urges again. Especially under the circumstances.'
'So when can it be fitted and left on permanently ?' queried my wife.
What did she mean by permanently I wondered?
'Oh by month three you should be able to leave it on for maybe seven days at a time. Then, if there are no problems lock it up for as long as you like. It's a really clever design. Stainless steel so it won't rust. A pin that goes through the piercing and clicks into an intergrated lock. No way could it be removed without the key. Unless you wanted to risk using a metal cutting grinder, then one tiny slip and its goodbye little dick !' Laughter from all three women. 'Its really clever too that the designers have included a nipple for you to attatch a little hose to pump water in there and keep it clean without having to remove the cage.'
'Yea, and all the necessary equipment was included in the price,' pointed out my gorgeous wife, ' Together with some other interesting extras that we'll keep for later'.
'Looks like your slave is going to be in for a long dry spell,' laughed Michelle, as she packed away her gear.
'Oh you have no idea !' replied my wife.
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blue179
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# Posted: 30 Jan 2008 14:02:21
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Just over three months had passed when M Shirley told me that I would be having a visitor that night. I lay on the thin plasic covered matress in my cell, wrists and ankles tied to the metal frame of the bed. I had become used to sleeping like this over the two months where I did not have to wear the chastity tube over night. Now, however, it was firmly in place and had not been removed at all for three weeks. Memories of the piercing had faded and the absence of any pain left my libedo free to return with a vengeance. Who would my visitor be ? I still had nearly two years of abstinance to look forward to but I was long overdue for a teasing session. Thoughts and ideas, memories of past adventures all flooded my mind as blood tried to flood my securely encased cock. There was no room at all for even a millimeter of expansion and the feeling quickly became uncomfortable and then painfull as I tried futilely to focus my mind on something else, anything that would take the edge off that burning, all encompassing desire.
'Hello baby.' It was her, my wife ! I had not even laid eyes on her for months ! Oh fuck she looked good, even more beautiful than I remembered. She wore a bright red blouse, clearly pure silk, with a knee length black skirt, also silk. Black stockings and cute little stillettoes with straps across the front. Sexy but sophisticated, that was her, that was my wife, my darling, my mistress.
'Have you missed me?' she smiled as she walked towards me. A lump filled my throat preventing me from replying as hot tears escaped from my eyes.
'Oh don't cry silly slave. I brought you a present. A very special present. One that will allow you to make love to your darling wife. You'd like that wouldn't you?'
'Yes maam,' I croaked.
'Sitting on the edge of my cot she held up a long thick flesh coloured dildo. As she turned it I could see it was hollow.
'Here it is. Do you like it? It came with your little chastity tube. It slides over your useless little cock and fixes to the tube. The site I bought it from said it was designed to allow the chastised male to make love to his owner giving her hours of pleasure whilst being denied any pleasure or stimulation himself. What do you think ? Shall we give it a try?'
YES YES YES !!!! I nodded vigorously. Years ! Not just weeks or even months ! Years I had gone without being able to make love to her, to hold her to feel her breath on my face, to kiss her lips to......
'Don't get too excited slave. Those hands and feet are staying tied. Remember who you are. You are my slave. Your needs are of no concern. This is for me, for my pleasure. I want to ride this big hard cock while I look down at your face. I want to see all the tortured desire there. I want to bask in your love, your adoration for me while I take my pleasure whilst denying you yours. Thats how it works slave, you should know that by now,' she smiled as she slid the hollow artificial cock into place. Then standing up she slid her red silk french knickers down her shapely silk covered legs. Pulling her skirt up she straddled my hips to grasp my sudo cock and sink herself down onto it with a deep sigh.
'Mmmmm, that feels good. I don't remember you ever feeling that good before slave. I think chastity must agree with you. Perhaps I should keep you locked up forever, what do you think?' she smiled, cocking her head cutely to one side and dangling her knickers over my sweating face.
'Please maam, I love you,' I couldn't think of anything else to say. I loved her. Totally. Completely. Without question. Without conditions. I loved her.
'I guess that answers my question pretty well slave,' she moaned as she began to rise and fall in an erotic dance which captivated me entirely.
Soon she leant forward and I smelt her expensive perfume. Her teeth were white in the dimly lit room, her breath warm, her full red lips so inviting.
'Would you like to kiss me slave. Would you like to kiss your mistress?'
'Yes maam, please!'
'Sorry babe, these lips are not for you. You should have taken more time to enjoy them when you could, when I was just your wife, your shy demure little wife. Now I'm your mistress and slaves don't get to kiss their mistresses. Well not their lips anyway,' she laughed, sitting back up to resume her ride.
'Would you like to see your mistress cum slave?'
'Yes please maam, very much. If it's what you want,' I responded, slipping fully into the role she had designed for me, the role in which, increasingly, I knew I belonged.
'If I cum for you it's instead of your teasing session. Do you understand? You stay locked up until another three months is up. Then maybe, if you've been good, M Shirley will take off your little tube and let you show her how big you can make that little thing, before she freezes it and locks it back up'.
'Yes maam, I understand. Please may I see you cum.I love you so much, I just want to see you happy,' I pleaded.
'Very well slave, watch your mistress cum, see how happy I am.'
With that her pace doubled and her eyes closed. I wondered who or what she was thinking about as her lips parted to allow her groans of pleasure to escape. Then, throwing back her head she squealed at the ceiling digging her long polished nails into the flesh of my stomache causing me to squeal with her. As her orgasm subsided she flopped forward in exhaustion, her long silken hair covering my face. I was in rapture. My aching blue balls shot pain pangs into my groin but I was beyond caring as I turned my head to nuzzle her face.
'What the fuck are you doing ! ?' she screamed as she sat bolt upright. What could I say ? 'Please maam..' I stammered.
'Shut the fuck up slave. I should have known better. I made the mistake of feeling sorry for you. Believe me it won't happen again,' she promised as she lifted off me and stood to pull down her skirt.
I wanted so much to cry after her as she left but dared not risk making things even worse. When, after five minutes, she returned I was overjoyed.
'Here's the other part of your gift you ungrateful little sissy. I don't think you will like this bit quite as much'.
It was a stainless steel reinforced plasic chastity belt. She untied my feet and slid the devise up my legs. I had to lift my ass from the mattress to allow her to get everything into place. The hollow fake cock was removed and shoved firmly into my mouth. 'Make yourself useful, clean my cock,' she demanded. My cock tube clicked into place inside the pouchlike groin plate and everything was pulled tight. I heard a lock click and looked down to see my entire groin enclosed in shiny steel. The tube had completely prevented my getting hard and orgasm was impossible but now I could not even touch my balls or tap the tube to gain a tiny bit of desperately desired stimulation.
'There we are,' my wife said, satisfaction in her voice. 'Access denied. I have one key to the cover plate and M Shirley has another. There is only one key for the tube and that is going into my safe deposit box at the bank. I may deside to remove it every three months or so for your teasing sessions, or I may decide never to remove it. Right now because you could not remember your place, I'm leaning toward the latter'.
I said nothing. With her in this mood it was the best thing to do.
'I don't know sissy,' she sighed as she sat next to me. 'One of these days you will learn your place. The sooner you do the better it will be for everyone, especially you. Now before I go, I've been thinking how we can move your training forward. You obviously are desperately in need of further training so I'm going to make sure you get it. I've subjected you to lots of different tortures to help you learn to be a good slave, but there is one I hav'nt used yet. I've decided to ignore you. You will continue to perform your duties here and at my house as normal. However, I will not speak to you, look at you or in any way acknowledge your existence. If I know you that will be far more painful for you than any beating I could give you. Isn't that so?'
I nodded my head and the hollow dong, still sticking obscenely from my mouth, bobbed with it. It was true. Being denied even her scorn, her mockery. To be without the tiniest acknowledgement from her, it would be unbearable! My eyes filled with tears as she stood.
'We'll give it till the end of this year's chastity, till your birthday. If you've made all the required improvements I'll consider paying some attention to you again. In the mean time you keep that cock in your mouth till M Shirley removes it in the morning. Here, you can have these too,' she said as she slid her red silk knickers over the protruding dong allowing them to slide down its length to rest on my face. 'Smell your mistress. Ache for me, lust for me, desire nothing more in your life than to serve me as my slave. Think of me and despair. Despair that I will ever take sufficiant pitty on you to acknowledge that you exist'.
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peakmb
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# Posted: 30 Jan 2008 16:48:53
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Voldemort has risen again. I still can't believe that love can survive in this atmosphere of abuse and neglect but boy, does it make good reading. Your imagination truly deserves a gold star for this one Blue. Well done.
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blue179
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# Posted: 31 Jan 2008 12:38:42
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Being ignored by my wife, the woman I love, the woman I have always loved, the gorgeous creature I always will love, was worse than anything physical she could have done to me. Worse than a caning, worse than being humiliated in front of a group of women, worse even than watching her make love to another man.
My duties continued as normal. I saw her at our house and occassionaly at M Shirley's. I stole glances at her face when I could. She even caught me a few times, but there was nothing there. She looked right through me like I didn't exist. I loved her. I was in love with her. I had been denied her touch, her soft carress for so long ! Now I was denied even the privaledge of existing for her. I loved her so completely. How could she love me if I did not even exist for her. Why was she doing this ?
I thought about it long and hard and came to the conclusion that it was just another step along the path of her teasing me. She had denied me her body, then her affections and now her acknowledgement. Two questions haunted me, how long would this go on for and, when it ended, what next?
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blue179
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# Posted: 31 Jan 2008 13:07:42
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It was about three months later and Master John had called me from the kitchen where I was carefully hand washing my wife's underware, into the lounge where he stood with my wife. She was wearing a long leather coat and looked ready to go out .
'Slave,' he addressed me, 'I have a little job for you. A good friend of mine was released from prison on parole yesterday. He has to wear an electronic tag which means he cannot leave the house. He's been sending out for dvd rentals and take away meals. I thought it might be nice if he could send out for a woman too. Not some cheap prostitute, a real woman. So I've decided to loan him mine.'
My stomache sank through the floor at the thought of my beautiful darling being handed over to some disgusting con for him to have his filthy way with. I wanted to look up at her to see if I could gage her feelings on this. Surely she could not be happy about this. John had given her to a couple of his friends before but at least that was done here in safe surroundings and they were not criminals. Unfortunately, I dared not break John's rules about looking above my wife's ankles. I decided to bide my time and ask her on the journey if I got a chance.
'His name, as far as you are concerned is Master Jamal and he lives in the high rise flats near the canal'. Shit ! The roughest part of the city, I thought. This guy must be a real diamond.
'You will escort my property to Jamal and give him my regards. Tell him I hope he enjoys my gift. Shit,' John laughed, 'He fucking should after being locked up twenty two hours a day with only his hand for company for the past three years ! You and him have a lot in common actually, except you don't even get to cum by wanking for that three years do you slave?'
'No sir,' I answered still staring at the floor. He was laughing but I had not heard my wife's familiar laugh. She seemed nervous and again I wondered how keen she was to be doing this.
'Right, get a move on. You can wear your tracksuit over your uniform and a pair of trainers instead of those pink boots. Otherwise you won't make it to Jamal's place,' he sniggered. 'And take the bus, your wife has some money. I don't want to risk my car being parked around there'.
His car ! It used to be my car. But then it used to be my wife too !
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blue179
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# Posted: 31 Jan 2008 13:20:41
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I walked respectfully behind my wife as we left the house in case John was looking. When we got to the deserted bus stop I took my chance and asked her if she was ok. Ignoring me she took a mobile phone from her pocket and dialled John's number before handing the phone to me.
'You just couldn't resist could you ? You know the rules. You know you can't speak to her. You know she's ignoring you'.
'Please sir,' I explained, 'I have to know she's ok with this I....'
'Shut the fuck up and listen to me sissy boy. Your slut of a wife will do whatever I tell her to and like it. Why ? For the same reasons you do whatever she tells you to. Now get my whore delivered and get back here. You've got a real bitch of a flogging due'.
I couldn't even sit beside her on the bus, because she deliberately sat next to someone else. I sat behind my mind in turmoil. My shy demure wife had become someone elses whore. I had become a cellibate slave that she ignored and, to top it all off, I had a beating in store for me at the hands of my wife's lover ! I hated all of it, really I did. So why was I shuffling around trying to ease the pain in my helplessly imprisoned futilely struggling cock ?
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blue179
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# Posted: 31 Jan 2008 13:57:58
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Fortunately the bus dropped us off just across the road from the flats. We past a burned out car with some teenage kids playing on it. They shouted lewd comments to my wife as we hurried along. Predictably the lift was broken. The stairway stank of piss as we made our way to the fifth floor and walked along the litter strewn corridor to find the door number John had given me.
I knocked on the door and waited nervously for an answer. Maybe he wouldn't answer and we could leave ? No such luck. A cloud of dope smoke wafted out as the door was opened and I looked up at a huge black guy. He was at least six feet six tall and would have struggled to get his shoulders through the doorway.
'Well...... what the fuck you want boy ?' he demanded in a deep voice carrying a slight jamaican lilt.
'Excuse me, I'm looking for Jamal.......Er I mean Master Jamal,' I stammered.
'Well,' he sniggered, 'you found him. You must be John's boy. Where's my fucking whore?'
I did not have time to answer before my wife stepped forward, 'I'm your whore sir,' she said shyly.
'Not bad, not bad at all,' he smiled, looking her up and down and licking his lips like a fox that just found its way into the chicken coup.
'Loose the fucking coat !' he snapped.
I looked around nervously. Couldn't we go inside for this ?
My wife obediently unbuttoned her coat and slipped it off. Apart from black hold up stockings and her shoes she was completely naked.
'Good slut. I see John taught you well,' Jamal laughed as he undid his belt.
What the fuck now, I wondered. Was he gonna do my wife out here in the corridoor?
Jamal stepped forward and slid the belt around my wife's neck before pulling her roughly toward him and forcing his thick tongue between her brightly painted lips. 'Now,' he sneered as he pulled his face back,' on your knees slut. Any whore wants to get into Jamal's place gotta show some respect. You gonna crawl in slut, just like a dog. When I'm done with you you gonna crawl right back out again'.
It was incredible for me to see this ! She was so dominant with me, so alloof. She didn't even allow me, her husband, to touch her or even look at her above the ankles. But for this fucking scum she was a total slave !
'Come on doggy,' he encouraged, as she went to all fours and crawled at his side toward his door. 'Let me hear you bark doggy,' he teased.
'Woof,' she replied.
Fuck this was unreal !
'Again whore. Bark bye bye to your stupid fucking excuse for a husband'.
'Woof woof'. she answered obediently, not looking back at me.
As they went through the door I remembered my message and quickly blurted out, 'Please sir, Master John said to tell you to ring him when you are finished with her.'
'Yea, well you tell John by the time I'm finished with this fucking cock hungry slut she aint gonna be much use to him for a while'. he replied as they went through the doorway.
Once inside he pulled on the belt to halt her before slapping her face, 'Lets start how we mean to go on here bitch. Get your hands up here and release the snake. After three years I got a burning desire to fuck your pretty little face right off !'
Slam ! The door shut in my face. As I wandered in a dream back down the stairs I realised I had no money for a bus home.
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# Posted: 3 Feb 2008 21:58:59
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interesting twistttt...this weekend has been so boring and uneventful! please blue, make something happen
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# Posted: 3 Feb 2008 22:00:10 · Edited by: humanchair
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I've read about women purring like cats...but I could not imagine a woman barking like a dog...very creative!
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# Posted: 4 Feb 2008 01:54:56
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please carry on blue.
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# Posted: 6 Feb 2008 13:04:22
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As I walked home I worried over my wife's safety and over the punishment John had promised me for daring to speak to my wife. I needed to speak to him, even if it made my punishment even worse. I had to make sure my darling wife was going to be ok. I arrived back home to find John had gone out. Fortunately I had a key which I normally used to gain access to do housework when my wife and her lover were out. Entering the kitchen I noticed a note pinned to the notice board.
'I guess that must have come as a bit of a shock to you sissy boy. Good, it was meant to show you once again that I own your wife. I can give her to anyone I please and it's fuck all to do with you. She loves it. She craves being used and dominated only she never had anyone to fulfill those cravings till I came along. Don't worry, I told Jamal no marks, at least no permanent ones. He's clean too. The prison checks for std's before they release inmates now. So, now your mind is set at ease you can get on with your housework. I want this place fucking spotless ready for your wife, my slut, coming home tomorrow. We'll save your punishment for then. I'm sure your wife would like to watch'.
The following afternoon saw me back on the bus eagerly anticipating being reunited with my gorgeous wife but, at the same time, dreading what I might find or be put through when I arrived at Jamal's disgusting abode. I had to knock three times before he opened the door. He was naked and I couldn't help my nervous gaze being drawn down to his impressive manhood as it swung free between his legs. My wife was on her hands and knees at his side, belt in place around her neck. He tugged on it and told her to get out. I watched ashamed for her, wanting so much to take her in my arms and lift her up, to protect her from this animal. I was worried though what he might do if I interfered. I wondered too what she might do. After all, according to John she wanted to be treated like this, enjoyed it, even craved it. So I stood silent as my beautiful bride crawled over the doorstep and turned to face her master, still on her knees.
'Give me the fucking belt bitch'.
She loosened it and handed it to him.
'Ok now fuck off both of you !'
As she stood up wobbling in her spikey black stilletoes I quickly removed her long black leather coat from the bag I had carried it in and held it while she slid her arms into its sleeves and shrugged it onto her shoulders.
'Just a minute,' Jamal interupted. Shit, I knew this had been too easy.
'I think some gratitude is in order here. Kneel both of you. Now you fucking white trash !' My wife knelt quickly looking up at her master as I hesitantly joined her. I heard a door slam to my right and was mortified to notice in my periferal vision, two more black guys walking toward us. They shouted a greeting to Jamal who smiled and apologised for the scum littering the passageway, nodding at my wife and I.
'Just gotta put this white trash in its place,' he smirked. 'Now what you got to say to me bitch ?' he addressed my spouse.
'Thank you sir. Thank you for filling my worthless white cunt with your gorgeous black seed.' She was smiling ! John was right, she fucking loved this !
'What about you white boy ?' he asked, turning his mocking gaze on me.
'Ermmmm, please sir, I ermmm, I mean, thank you for using my wife.'
'Thank you for what ?' he pushed.
'Thank you for fucking my wife's married pussy sir,' I was rallying. Anything to get us out of here quickly ! 'I can see she has been very satisfied by your superior black cock sir'.
'I don't give a fuck whether she's satisfied or not you fucking wimp. I used that slut as a fucking cum dump cos thats exactly what she is. Now both of you, get your fucking mouths open and heads back. I got a little going away present for you'.
I could here the other two guys, just youths I could see now, laughing as Jamal took his formidable black weapon in hand and let out a deep sigh releasing a pungent stream of yellow piss all over my beautiful wife's face. She blinked rapidly to clear the stinging liquid from her eyes as he switched his aim to her hair then down the front of her body, pissing through the gap in her unfastened coat to cover her still firm and inviting breasts. I felt apalled and degraded for her and was even grateful when her turned to give me the same treatment. I hated it but preffered he cover me in his piss rather than my gorgeous and helpless wife.
As he finally ran dry I turned to look at my wife and was shocked by her proud smile. I was hit by the realisation that my own wife was a stranger to me. My shy demure spouse was revelling in her abuse, loving it. I wondered then how I could ever get her back. She seemed like a stranger. So alien to me. I loved her no less, maybe even more, but I despared of ever being able to reach her again as her husband.
Jamal invited the two giggling youths into his house and slammed the door without another word to us. I helped her stand and we walked down the litter strewn passageway to the stairs. The smell of piss in the stairway didn't bother me now. We smelt worse. I hoped the warm breeze would dry us before we reached the bus stop.
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# Posted: 6 Feb 2008 14:20:07
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When we got home John was waiting for us. My wife made as if to embrace him but he stepped away wrinkling his nose.
'Slave, take my woman upstairs and clean her thoroughly. I want every inch of her body licked clean with your worthless tongue. Make sure her slut pussy is empty too, and don't you ever dare present her to me in this state again, now go !'
Obediently I followed my darling wife to the bathroom, removed her coat and helped her lie down on some fluffy towels. Beginning at her dainty feet I licked and sucked her wriggling toes before moving on to the rest of her feet and begining my journey up her staturesque legs. She ignored me completely until I reached the red and swollen lips of her unfaithful pussy.
'Be careful you stupid slave, I'm really sore down there'.
Gently and carefully I continued my work, not wanting my upcoming punishment from master John to be made any worse by failing to clean his woman properly. My gentle and loving carresses soon resulted in an almost painful sounding orgasm from my wife which resulted in more salty sperm being ejected from her over worked sex. Pleased with my accomplishment I moved on up her body, the taste of Jamal's piss becoming stronger on her skin. If not for that revolting taste I would have been in heaven, glorifying in the sheer joy of being allowed such access to my darling wife's hallowed body.
All too soon for me I was finished and my wife took a shower while I left the bathroom to check if M John required anything. If I hoped my devotion to duty might earn me a reprieve I was dissappointed.
'Listen up slave. I have not forgotten your impertinance. Rest assured you will be suitably punished. When my woman gets down here I'm going to reclaim my teritory and fuck her brains out. Here is the interesting bit. For every minute it takes before I shoot my spunk into her you will recieve one stroke of the cane on your worthless ass. In order to reduce your suffering you may encourage me as much as you wish. In other words you may want to plead and beg for me to cum in her. In fact I insist on it. It will turn me on to hear the pathetic please of the husband of the woman I'm fucking. So much so that I might be unable to hold off and end up shooting much earlier than I would otherwise do. Do you understand slave ?'
'Yes sir,' I answered feebly.
'Of course she will know nothing of our little agreement. Your wife is going to think you are really keen to see me fill her. That's probably going to turn her on too, don't you think?'
A little later, after I had showered I returned to the lounge naked as instructed. My only concession to modesty the bright stainless shield enclosing my groin. My wife came downstairs looking radient and fragilely beautiful in a silk wrap which just covered the top half of her tight smooth buttocks, white stockings and clear platform soled slippers. She had been a naughty girl, I thought, and now she was presenting herself, clean and virginal once more, to her lover.
They embraced and kissed deeply, hands exploring, caressing. When he reached her pussy she gasped and flinched. She explained to him how sore she had been made by Jamal's beastly attentions. Unperturbed John turned her and said he would settle for her ass. This brought an unexpected burst of tears from my wife as she explained that her ass, the one part of her body meant to be kept only for him, had been taken forcably by Jamal.
'I tried to tell him babe, I tried to stop him but he was just too strong. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry my darling,' she sobbed.
'Did you cum?' he asked quietly.
'What ?'
'Did you cum with Jamal's big black cock shoved up your ass. Tell me the truth. I'll know if you lie'.
Looking deeply into her lover's eyes, arms around his kneck, she answered in a whisper, ' Yes, I'm sorry'.
'Don't be,' he laughed, ' Who do you think gave him permission to take your ass ? I wanted you to experience being really taken by force. I was sure you would enjoy it. Well ? Did you ?'
'Yes, yes I did, while it was happening. But afterwards I felt so sad that I had let you down.'
'That's my girl. Now are you sore there too?'
'No, not so much.'
'Good. I'll have a nice blow job by way of appology for your unfaithfulness then I'll have me a piece of that cute little ass you're so keen on handing round to my friends'.
Laughing she dropped to her knees and unzipped him.
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# Posted: 6 Feb 2008 15:23:20
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Remembering my instructions and dreading the thought of becoming reaquainted with the wickedly flexible garden cane M John had laid ready on the mantlepiece I too got to my knees and pleaded, ' Please sir, fuck my wife's mouth. Drive your big hard cock down her throat. Cum on her tongue. Please sir, please fill her belly with your vrile seed.'
Turning her surprised face to me my wife paused before shrugging her shoulders and returning to her task.
Fifteen minutes had gone by. That mean fifteen strokes of that hellish cane. Soon though, it would be soon, I could tell. He was groaning and calling my wife an unfaithful slut and a whore, grabbing fistfulls of her hair and driving himself ever deeper. I could see her throat bulging as he drove onward towards his satisfaction. Then suddenly he pushed her away.
'Turn around bitch, get that fucking arse in the air.'
Eagerly she complied and I watched his cock, still wet with my wife's saliva, spear between her upturned cheeks. I was sure he would not long be able to resist the added tightness he found there and tried my best to push him over the edge with my comments.
'Yes fuck her master, fuck my wife, fuck your woman. She loves you sir. She loves your big fat cock. Take her sir, please take my wife's ass. It belongs to you. She belongs to you'.
It went on another twenty minutes. Every time he was close he would stop and turn to smile at me, showing his prowess, his mastery of my gasping pleading slut of a wife. Taunting me, asking me the time.
Finally, after forty two minutes he exploded into my sobbing wife. Collapsing under the powerful onslort of his thrusting hips she lay pinned down beneath him, crying and begging as he unfeelingly took what was rightfully his.
Some time later he climbed off her and sent me to their bedroom. The pulley was still attatched to the ceiling and in a very short time I was secured standing at the bottom of what was once my marrital bed. legs strapped wide to bed feet, arms lashed together behind my back and pulled up by the pulley forcing me to bend forwards until my head rested on the bed, my arms reached up painfully toward the ceiling and my quivering backside presented itself to my betters.
'Forty two slave,' M John announced from behind me as my wife climbed onto the bed, resting her back against the headboard.
'Forty two reminders that you do not break my rules.' Swish - Slash !
Fuck !!!!! My ass was on fire. Swish - Slash ! OH Fuck No ! I couldn't stand this, no way ! Again, Swish - Slash ! I screamed, I begged, wrenching at my bonds. Swish - Slash ! Please I can't stand this!
'I'm sorry !' I screamed. 'I'll never do it again. I'm sorry. Please sir ! Please maam , I'm sorry !'
Swish - Slash ! it went on. Ten, eleven, twelve. That meant thirty more to go, my mind screamed in protest.
Then it stopped. My head was lifted as my wife slipped her legs under to lay my face on her lap. 'Shhhhhh,' she soothed. 'You have to be good now. You've been a very bad boy so you have to be punished.' Stuffing a pair of her used knickers into my mouth she tied a stocking around my head to hold them in place. 'We're not even half way yet slave. You have to accept your punishment'.
Swish - Slash ! It began again. Tears flowed from my eyes to soak into my wife's silk robe. 'It's ok baby, you can cry as much as you like,' Swish - Slash ! 'Cry it out. Cry all that naughtyness right out. I want you to remember this beating as the day you realised who you are. You are my cuckold sissy slave. You have no rights only obligations. You exist to serve me, and my lovers. Especially my favourite lover who owns my ass.' she cooed before blowing John a kiss.
Swish - Slash ! No , no more please, I'm dyeing, you're killing me ! I tried to scream at her, at him at anyone. But it just came out a gurggled, muffled scream.
I lost count completely after twenty or so agonising welts. My wife stroked my face tenderly as she encouraged her lover, 'Again darling, harder this time. He has to learn.'
Eventually I passed out from the pain. I woke to the painful but soothing feeling of my wife applying cream to my blistered behind. The gag had been removed and I pleaded with her to let me go. My arms felt like they were being wrenched from their sockets, my legs were shaking and going into cramp. My head ached and my ass was a ball of shear agony.
'Oh no sweetheart. I can't let you go yet. I want you to stay and watch me use my mouth to give my darling a nice big reward for teaching my naughty slave a lesson. I might even ignore the pain and give him my pussy too. You have no idea how wet I am right now after watching him treat you like that ! He'll be back soon. He just went to get us a bottle of champers from the fridge. He bought it for me to welcome me home. Isn't he sweet ? Then, in the morning when I'm all rested, I'll use that lovely long cane to give you my forty two wacks.'
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# Posted: 6 Feb 2008 22:48:55
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haha the long await update has come!!!
I'm printing it off as I type this and can't wait to read it! Thanks!
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# Posted: 11 Feb 2008 14:15:00
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What a night that was ! The back of my legs and ass on fire, my legs shaking from exhaustion, my arms feeling like they were being wrenched out of their sockets. Not to mention my imprisoned cock's futile attempts to expand inside its unyielding metal tube as my wife did her best to scream the place down as her lover fucked her long and hard. Her one concession to my comfort ? Her long black leather coat soiled with spunk and piss from her adventure with Jamal, the ex con, wrapped tightly around my head to, as she put it, 'Remind me that she was free to seek her sexual pleasure with real men'.
So much for my teasing session. That was the third time this year I had been 'rewarded' with the oportunity to serve my mistress wife instead of having the damnable cage removed and my terminally desperate manhood ( slavehood ? ) , teased. I hated the three monthly torture because I knew that for three years at least, it would end , not in orgasm, but in denial. Despite that I could not help yearning for it, for any contact with my wife at all.
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# Posted: 11 Feb 2008 15:33:44
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Imagine my excitement then when M Shirley sent me home just before last Christmas telling me that my wife had a special treat in store for me !
After carrying out my hosework duties and serving my wife drinks and snacks on the patio all morning I was eventually called to her bedroom and instructed to strip. Once I was naked she went behind me to snap a pair of handcuffs onto my wrists. A ball gag was produced and secured in place with my full co operation. I did not want to ruin any chance that I might get this son of a bitch tube off, even for a few minutes.
Taking my elbow my darling wife led me toward the walk in wardrobe and, opening the wooden louvre door, pushed me inside. A small stool with three steps stood in the middle of the wardrobe and I was told to step up onto it and shuffle round until I faced the open door. As I stepped up my attention was caught by the soft white thick nylon rope which hung from a heavy hook screwed into the ceiling. As I turned I realised that the rope was in fact a noose. My pulse quickened and my attention starved cock tried once more to overcome its jailor.
'Now slave, I want you to put your head through the noose,' she instructed calmly.
My breath control fantasies had often included ideas on hanging and strangulation but, faced with the reality, I was having second thoughts. Sensing my doubts my wife took out a key and removed the outer casing of my chastity belt. A second key was used to unlock the tube but it took a few minutes of fumbling before it could eventually be removed from my bursting hard on. Free at last ! It had been so long ! I was light headed to begin with but when my wife pulled on a pair of latex gloves and began to run a finger over and around my overfilled balls, I thought I would surely pass out.
'There now sweetheart,' she cooed, 'Is that nice ?'
'Ugh, ugh, ughhhhhhh,' was my considered reply.
Removing her heavenly finger of pleasure she pulled a nylon stocking from the pocket of her figure hugging business suit jacket and proceeded to wrap it tightly around the top of my scrotum before looping it around the base of my upward thrusting organ. Three times around then tightly knotted in a bow. The blood seemed able to get into my bursting cock but was prevented from leaving by the consticting nylon stocking. The overal effect was agonising as my manhood felt ready to explode from the building pressure. Looking down I could see it bobbing up and down looking blue and angry.
' Now, if you want me to continue you need to put your head through the noose. You can do that for me can't you ? Or would you rather I leave you to think about it?'
Shit ! Shit ! Shit ! I needed her to touch me again. I needed it so bad ! Fuck the noose, fuck everything. If she ended up hanging me so what ? I needed her to touch me ! NOW ! So I slid my head through the loop.
'Good boy ,' she smiled. 'That wasn't so hard now was it ? Now I want you to walk down the steps for me'.
Taking my cock in one latex gloved hand she began to massage it slowly, ever so slowly. 'Would you like to cum slave ?' she teased. 'Right now instead of waiting for another desperately long two years ?'
'Ugh , mmmmmm,' I replied.
'Do you think you desrve to cum slave ?' she asked.
A trick question surely ? ' Oooooo mmmmm.'
'Then we are agreed. I don't think you deserve to either. Nevertheless, it's nearly Christmas, I'm in a generous mood, so who knows what might happen. That is, unless someone spoils my good mood by being dissobedient'.
Legs shaking I descended one step then another, feeling the rope tighten around my neck. I knew the last step to the ground would not improve my ability to breath but what choice did I have ? I would do anything for her and I would do anything for a chance, however slight, to cum.
My wife took a couple of steps back to give me more room. I looked at her as she stood at the entrance to the wardrobe outlined by the bright sunshine entering through the large window to her right. She was stunning. Blue pinstripe suit emphasising her trim size ten figure perched atop those dangerous looking black patent stillettoes. Her white blouse was open to reveal the blue lace of the bra which framed her gorgeous cleavage.
She waited patiently, arms crossed over her generous bossom, one cute little foot tapping the floor. Suddenly I wanted more than ever, to please her and the power of the sensation was frightening. I could see the love in her eyes but I could also see it gradually change to a simmering heat. She was clearly excited by the game we were about to play.
'Do it slave.' she demanded.
Swallowing hard I stepped off the last rung. The rope came fully taught just as the balls of my feet touched the carpet. I couldn't breath. I made to step back onto the bottom rung of the steps but my wife beat me there, closing up the steps and carrying them outside the wardrobe to lean them against the wall. I couldn't afford to panic. Stretching my toes I managed to achieve a tiny measure of relief, but I knew it would not be possible to maintain such an awkward tiring posture for long.
'Don't panic slave,' my wife and mistress laughed,' I won't let anything happen to you. Trust me.'
Stepping toward me I felt the material of her suit against my still bursting erection as she leaned forward to kiss me deeply. Suddenly all worries were gone. I was lost in that one breath taking kiss. As her dainty hands held my head and her moist sweet tongue dipped playfully between my lips I knew I would not have cared if I had died right then.
Suddenly she stepped away and I was left desperately shuffling my feet to find the balance she had taken from me. Crack ! Her hand flashed pain across my face. Crack ! The other hand, other side of my face.
'Are you afraid sissy ? You fucking should be ! John will be back soon. He's always really horny when he's been to the gym. I can just picture his big beautiful cock pounding into me while you hang there, unable to hold your weight on the balls of your feet any longer, slowly strangling.'
Walking round behind me she wrapped her arms around my waist pulling me to her as she thrust her groin against my ass and took my grateful cock once more in a heavenly embrace.
'Does the thought of John fucking me while you choke excite you? Maybe I'll cum at the precise moment you die.'
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# Posted: 12 Feb 2008 12:21:52
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Excellent update!
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