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blue179 Member 439	# Posted: 27 Apr 2008 11:35:32 Reply  Two days into my wife's week away with her lover Mistress Julie paid me a visit. I was spring cleaning the bedrooms but had not gotten very far because going into the master bedroom was so difficult for me. I could smell my wife in there. I could feel her presence. I kissed her pillow, rubbed her hairbrush against my cheek, took out all her shoes and licked them adoringly. I even opened her knicker drawer and buried my face in her sexy undies. I knew she would be angry with me if she found out but I also knew that if she asked me I would admit it. I loved her. I was in love with her. More now than ever before. If this was the only way I could show my love then so be it. I would accept whatever punishment she saw fit to dish out.
blue179 Member 439	# Posted: 27 Apr 2008 11:57:45 Reply  The doorbell startled me and I rushed to the window to look out. Shit ! It was Mistress Julie. When she saw all my wife's things out she would know what I'd been doing and she would rat on me for sure. But if I kept her waiting......? I opened the door and stepped back with a curtsy. She slapped my face for keeping her waiting and told me to go upstairs and change. She was here to baby sit. I quickly stripped off the black plastic maids outfit I was wearing and got out the baby clothes M. Julie had left here last time. When I was ready I shuffled downstairs then got on all fours to crawl into the lounge where she was waiting. 'Oh there she is !' she cried. 'There's my wittle babykins. Come here baby, let aunty Julie have a good look at you'. I knelt in front of her, nappy bulging under plastic pants. Pink frilly baby dress, pink woolen booties and matching mits completing my outfit. 'Aunty Julie has a present for baby,' she smiled as she took from her bag an oversized pink baby bonnet. 'But we need baby's dummy in first don't we ? So were is it baby ?' Shit ! I'd forgotten it ! 'Baby had better go and get it right now !' she shouted, 'Unless baby wants to feel aunty Julie's hand on her bottom !' As I turned to crawl back out she changed her mind. 'Come back here right now. I have a better idea for baby'. She carefully arranged the bonnet on my head and tied the ribbons under my chin. Then she had me climb onto her lap. My eyes nearly popped out of my head when she began loosening the buttons on her blouse. She was not wearing a bra and I was immediately mesmerised by her small perfect breasts. 'Is baby hungry ?' she asked. 'Come on then let aunty Julie give you some nice milkies'. Gently at first because I feared one of her unpredictable changes of mood, I began suckling. As I relaxed and suckled harder biting gently then rubbing my tongue over her hard pink nipples she closed her eyes and let out a long sigh. Then rummaging in her handbag she withdrew something I couldn't see from my positon burried in her chest. I knew it was a vibrator when I heard it buzz and felt her slide it up her skirt. Another sigh, deeper and longer. Then a gutteral groan as I redoubled my effoerts on her breasts, switching from one to the other and back. 'Oh what a naughty baby you are. Aunty Julie will have to punish you very severely for this. You bad bad little girl. Oh fuuuuuuck, baby, baby baby, BAAAAAAAABYYYYYY !!!!
blue179 Member 439	# Posted: 27 Apr 2008 16:52:13 Reply  I spent that night curled up in the baby cot. She made me drink three bottles of warm milk and one bottle of her salty pee. Twice I was put over her knee for a sound spanking. The first time was for doing rude things to my baby sitter. The second time was after she inspected the house and found my wife's shoes and some of her knickers lieing on the bed. She really got mad about that and promised to tell my wife as soon as she got back. So there I lay, in a soaking wet nappy, arms tied behind me, sucking on my dummy. I had to suck it really loudly for her. I made the mistake of stopping once before she was asleep. She dropped the side of the cot and pulled down my plastic pants and nappy. Then she coated my sore ass with deep heat cream. That kept me awake and sucking loudly on the dummy for a long time I can tell you !
blue179 Member 439	# Posted: 27 Apr 2008 17:19:59 Reply  Later in the week I had a visit from Michael, my wife's eighteen year old lover and Master John's nephew. It was really awkward with my wife not there. I wasn't sure how to treat him or address him. He was a little nervous too. He told me he was missing my wife and looking forward to her return. Then he said he wanted me to know that he was in love with her ! What the fuck was I supposed to say to that ? He sat at the kitchen table while I stood near the sink dressed, as my wife had told me I must every day she was away, in a sissy maids outfit. I had several now and this was a pink rubber one. The stilletto boots which went with it were torture to wear but I proudly wore them as a sign of my devotion to my adulterous spouse and mistress. How was I supposed to feel as this boy had the nerve to admit to my face that he was in love with my wife. Aparantly he had already told her and she had suggested he tell me to my face. He didn't want to but she insisted, telling him that if he wanted to be her main man then he would need to take a more active roll in punishing and humiliating her slave. He was quite frank that he had no idea what I got out of my situation. Sometimes, he said, he felt sorry for me. Other times just disgusted by me. Nevertheless, he was prepared to do whatever was necessary in order to please her and make her his. She had been the first woman he had ever slept with and he had no desire for there to ever be any other. He wanted her and her alone. So there I stood dressed as a sissy maid listening to this boy proffess his love for my darling wife. I should have been shouting at him, punching him, throwing him out of my house. I did none of those things. I just stood, head down staring at the floor, helplessly imprisoned penis battering futilely against the cruel unyielding steel of its prison. I was actually being turned on by the fact that another man was in love with my wife. The humiliation was intense but it went off the scale when he told me he wanted my blessing. He wanted my assurance that I would not try to stand in his way. That in fact I would do everything I could to promote and facilitate their illicit union. He wanted me to show my agreement by getting on my knees and kissing his shoes, right now. What choice did I have? This was incredibly erotic to me and yet so painful I felt like bursting into tears. Instead I dropped to the floor and crawled over to kiss this boy's shoes. 'Ask me nicely to seduce your wife,' he ordered. 'Beg me to make her mine, to sweep her off her feet. To make her love me as I love her.' So I did, three times before he was satisfied. Then, without him asking, I kissed his shoes again. 'Good slave,' he said. Good slave ! An eighteen year old boy was telling me I was a good slave ! Worse still, I was pleased that he thought so ! Truly I was my mistress's slave. Her servant. Her sissy maid.
humanchair Member 51	# Posted: 29 Apr 2008 04:14:35 Reply  good stuff...please continue! You are getting the kind of attention from a beautiful Mistress for free, which we would have to pay $200/hour with a pro dom ! you are one lucky slave!
blue179 Member 439	# Posted: 4 May 2008 13:08:59 Reply  As he got up from his seat he told me to carry on with my housework while he made an inspection of the rest of the house. He said my wife had asked him to check and make sure I was not slacking in my duties just because she wasn't there. After a while he called me upstairs. I was trembling with embarrassment and trepidation over what he might want me for. If he had found fault with my work what would he do about it ? Could I accept his authority to judge me ? To punish me ? He was just a boy. I was a grown man. How could I take punishment from a boy ? Then again, how could I not ? What would my wife say ? This was obviously her idea. She was forcing me further into submission, pushing the boundaries, stretching my limits. How could I dissappoint her ? I found him in my wife's bedroom. I stood in the doorway in shock. He had pulled back the covers and was lieing naked on her bed. Well, not completely naked. He had on a pair of my wife's silk knickers, his obviously arroused cock making an impressive tent in their front. Draped over his face was my wife's silk nighty. What the fuck ? 'I can smell her in here slave,' he informed me through the soft silk covering his face. 'In the room, on this bed, through this nighty. I feel almost like she's right here.' 'Sir, please.' I began. 'Bring me a pair of her boots slave,' he interupted. 'Now !' he added as I hesitated. I retrieved one of my wife's many pairs of sexy boots from her closet and brought them to him. 'Pull them onto my hands,' he instructed, holding out his arms. I did as he asked and he sighed apreciatively as he dropped his hands to his sides. 'Now sit on the bed beside me,' he quietly suggested. My mind raced as I tried to think of a way out, an excuse. One that would not land me in trouble with my wife. What the hell did he have in mind ? Did my wife even know about this ? If she did, what did she have in mind ? I might be my wife's slave, her cuckold husband, her sissy even. I might do some pretty digusting things in an attempt to prove my loyalty and devotion to her. I might even accept another man's ownership of her and that man's superiority to me. But hey, I wasn't gay ! I had absolutely no inclinations that way. Yes I had held Master John's cock once while he came on my wife's stockinged legs, and I had consumed some heavy loads of spunk from him and a couple of others. But it was always from her pussy or ass or from a condom. Most importantly it was always in her presence, at her order. It was always to humiliate and torture me because she knew how I hated it. This ? This was way different. She wasn't even here. I couldn't do anything with another man, no way ! 'It's alright slave, I won't bite. Now sit. Or shall I telephone your wife and interupt her holiday to let her know how dissobedient her slave is. She's probably in the middle of a fuck right now. How do you think she's going to react when her mobile rings ? So, I sat, staring at the huge unatural bulge in the front of my darling wife's soft silk french knickers. I was only gratefull that he had covered his face. I suspected it was to hide his own embarrassment, but it meant I did not have to look him in the face when he told me to rub it. 'Go head slave. Be gentle, I want to imagine its your wife's hand. Her dainty soft, sexy little hand. Not the hand of her sissy faggot slave. Do it. Now ! I won't ask again' My hand was visibly shaking as I reached over. The silken bulge was surprisingly warm to the touch and twitched as I touched it. 'Mmmm, yea. That's it. Oh fuck I miss her. I'm going to spend every minute I can with her when she gets back. I'm going to make her mine. She's going to love me as much as I love her. And you're gonna help aren't you sissy boy?' 'Yes sir, of course.' I placated him. 'That's it, just one finger nice and lightly, right on the old million dollar spot. Good boy. You just keep that up and maybe I'll let you off without a caning.' 'Oh great,' I thought, 'Now I was to be caned by him. How much humiliation did my darling wife think I could stand ?' 'Just because you're never gonna get to cum again for the rest of your miserable life doesn't mean you can't make a contribution to a real man's orgasm does it slave ?' 'No sir'. 'Oh yea ! You have no idea how good this feels slave. I can smell her. I can feel her. Through her nighty. Inside her boots. Inside these little panties. Oh fuck yea ! You'll never feel this, never ! I'll make sure you never touch her again, you know that don't you boy ?' 'Yes sir I know'. And in that moment I did. ''Oh shit I'm fucking coming for her ! Aaaagh ! Umphhhhh! Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhh! I can smell her, I can fucking smell her ! Fuccccccccccccccck !' His hips bucked and I had to work hard to keep my finger on his bulging cock. I watched enthralled as a huge wet patch appeared through the front of my darling wife's previously immacculate knickers.
blue179 Member 439	# Posted: 4 May 2008 18:53:47 Reply  As my wife's young lover slumped back onto her bed breathing heavily I pulled my hand quickly away from his cock. Looking down I saw my other hand still hopelessly carressing the hard shiny front of my chastity belt. Without concious thought I had been trying futilely to stimulate my own poor neglected cock even as I gently rubbed his. What did that mean ? Was I turning gay ? Or was I just so desperate for stimulation that anything sexual would do. From any source, male or female ? No, I couldn't accept that either. The fact surely was that, unable to obtain any stimulation at all for my so long denied cock, I was living Michael's. I was feeding from his pleasure, his arousal. Then mixing that with the humiliation of performing such a disgusting act on a man who was, by his own admission, in love with my wife. Seeing him using her clothes, lieing in her bed, obtaining such blessed relief from the closeness of her belongings,her smell. Faced with the mind blowing possibility that I might never get to make love to my own wife again, perhaps, if Michael got his way, never be allowed to even touch her,it was everything I yearned so desperately to do. And here he was, taking even that away from me. I was stirred from my sad reverie when he jumped up and sliding down my wife's knickers, leaving them lieing on the carpet, quickly dressed. He seemed even more embarrassed than I was by our brief encounter. 'Bring me a cane quickly,' he said quietly. I retrieved one from a drawer in my wife's closet and handed it to him. 'Bend over and don't move. If you stay still and make no sound it will be over quickly. Bend now !' I was trembling as I touched my toes. When Master John flogged me I was usually tied down. I was far from sure that I had the resilience to take a caning without being fully restrained. SLASH ! SLASH ! SLASH ! Three cutting blows in quick succession confirmed my fears. I bolted upright crying out and thrusting my hands back to protect my rear. I fully expected to be screamed at to bend back over but, as I looked around, he was gone. The cane was lieing on the bed where he had thrown it. I heard his footsteps decending the stairs then his voice as he called back, 'I'll be sure to let your wife know about the state in which you had her bedroom when I see her slave.' Completely unfair, but hardly unexpected. And the caning ? Far lighter and shorter than I'd feared. Obviously, from his quick and embarrassed departure, this whole episode had not been any more comfortable for him than it had been for me. Perhaps this was not going to work. If my wife was insisting he be more cruel and demanding in his treatment of me but he found he could not do it, what then ? Perhaps, I thought, in a moment of ridiculous madness, I should encourage him, sing his praises to my wife. Or rather make it clear to her that he was a very cruel master to me. That way maybe he wouls stay and she would accept him. Then, best of all, I would not be so badly treated or beaten. Certainly he would be much easier to cope with than Master John ! Perhaps I could even persuade him to feel sorry for me, put a word in for me with my wife ? Possibilities ? Yes . Or so I thought.
wimpcuckneedsowner Member 5	# Posted: 7 May 2008 05:15:48 Reply  keep it coming, love it, more more more
droppinby Member 103	# Posted: 7 May 2008 11:27:30 Reply  yes please keep going blue.
humanchair Member 51	# Posted: 10 May 2008 22:39:28 Reply  interesting twist...please update..i'm getting desperate to read more
humanchair Member 51	# Posted: 12 May 2008 04:29:14 Reply  aww shucks! I was looking forward to an update this weekend
blue179 Member 439	# Posted: 12 May 2008 20:18:13 Reply  I was up before dawn on the day of my wife's return from holiday. I had checked and double checked everything yesterday but now I did it again. I wanted so much for everything to be perfect for her return. She had always had very high standards with regard to our home and I wanted to show her that I had worked really hard while she was away. I could not have her affection in the normal ways a husband might expect so I sought her aproval as a slave. Somehow the most important thing in the world to me had become to please her. I couldn't do it as a man, not now that she had experienced such incredible sex from other men, so I had to try to do it as a servant. Finally sure that everything was perfect, I left for the airport. My black rubber maids outfit was hidden beneath a track suit and I wore my only pair of male shoes, black trainers. I was early at the airport and her flight was delayed. By the time it landed I was frantic with nerves. I had missed her so much ! When she finally emerged from arrivals I couldn't swallow for the huge lump in my throat and my vision was blurred by tears. I rushed toward her, realising that she was alone. 'Hello slave,' was her greeting. Then seeing me looking for John she explained. 'Master John sends his regards. He caught a connecting flight straight back to Scotland.' 'Yes !' I thought, reaching for the large wheeled suitcase at her side. 'Erm, excuse me, is that how a slave greets his mistress ?' A stern look covered her beautiful features as she pushed one foot toward me. I looked down at her dainty toes as they peeked from the end of her high heeled silver sandal, then glanced nervously around at the crowd of people meeting and greeting my wife's fellow passengers. 'I'm waiting,' she reminded me coldly. Sinking resignedly to my knees I bent forward and lovingly kissed each perfect toe. Changing over her feet she smiled proudly down at me as I repeated my devotions. As I stood and took the handle of her case I was accutely aware of the stares from passers by. Some of them were openly laughing and one even complimented my wife on 'knowing how to treat a man'. My face burned as I headed quickly for the exit. My mistress had to tell me twice to slow down so that she could 'enjoy my shame'. During the car journey home my wife talked insessantly from the back seat, singing the praises of her lover and making sure I understood what a marvelous time she had had. I should have been hurt but I smiled and went right on grinning the whole way home. She was back. My darling wife was home. I had my mistress back. I loved her completely. I was nothing when she wasn't around. She had gone away for a week. It had seemed like a year to me. I had worried every day about the possibility of her not returning, of running away with John. But here she was. Full of praise for him, full of admiration, even of love. I would never hear her talk about me that way I knew. But even that gut wrenching realisation could not dampen my spirits. She was back. My wife, my Mistress ! She was home.
blue179 Member 439	# Posted: 13 May 2008 22:00:44 Reply  As I pulled the car into the drive I noticed Michael's car was already in there. 'Shit !' I thought. What does a guy have to do to get some time alone with his wife ? He got out of his car as we drew up and my faithless wife jumped out of the car and ran to him. Jumping into his arms she planted a big wet kiss on his lips. As I opened the boot to get her suitcase I glanced furtively around hoping there were no neighbours watching. I followed them into the house but by the time I got inside they had gone upstairs. My wife had kicked off her shoes on her way to the stairs and I picked them up, holding them reverently to my face. I kissed them gently before sniffing their heady scent and pushing out my tongue to lap devotedly at the inside that had been so honoured to cradle her soft and dainty soles. Later I went to empty her suitcase and begin sorting her dirty holiday clothes for washing but the case was locked. Disturbing her wasn't an option so I sat cuddling her discarded shoes listening to the faint sounds of her passion seeping through the walls and floor, marvelling at her insatiable sex drive. A whole week away screwing one guy and as soon as she gets back she jumps into bed with another ! I wished I was in a position to benefit from her newly revived libido but that was not going to happen. Probably just as well. How the hell could I cope with a woman like her ? After a couple of hours I heard her calling me. I curtsied as I entered her formally immaculate bedroom. Clothes were scattered on the floor, bedcovers strewn around and the air was heavy with the smell of raw animal sex. He was in the en suit bathroom and she was laid across the bed covered by a single white sheet, face glowing and relaxed in the afterglow. 'Bring me my suitcase slave, quickly,' she instructed. When I returned with it she was sitting on the bed dressed in Michael's shirt. 'Here's the key, open it and take out half the clothes. Then strip off your uniform.' I quickly obeyed, glancing up as Michael came back into the room. His impressive manhood mocked me as it swayed in time to his steps till he sat down beside my wife. 'Right, now get in there.' What ? 'Please maam, I don't understand'. 'There's nothing to understand shit for brains. Curl yourself up and lie down in the case.' 'Please maam, I don't think.......' 'That's right you don't,' yelled Michael, 'Now do as you 're fucking told'. I jumped at his voice. I'd never heard him talk like that. To be honest I didn't think he had it in him. Curling into a tight ball I managed to fit within the confines of the case. My wife then picked up the items of dirty clothes I had removed and stuffed them back in over and around me. Then she had her young lover pull down the lid so that she could zip it closed. The first bit zipped ok but he had to sit on top of me and press down hard to allow her to close the last few inches of zip. A feeling of panic came over me as I realised how stifflingly enclosed I was. Was it airtight ? Fuck I needed out ! Now ! 'I hope you're comfortable slave,' I heard my treacherous spouse laugh as she undid the zip a couple of inches to peer inside. 'Michael and I have a lot of catching up to do and some important issues to discuss. That means we need you out of the way. So you just lie there among my dirty washing. Breath it all in. I kept it all just for you. My purfume, my sweat and, not forgetting John's lovely spunk. There must be at least a couple of pints soaked into my dirty knickers. Enjoy yourself slave, I'll see you later. Much later '. Before I could protest the zip was closed and I felt my cloustraphobic prison being pushed along the floor and under my wife's bed.
humanchair Member 51	# Posted: 14 May 2008 10:09:00 Reply  I really like how your previous update ended! Your Mistress is brilliant at coming up with new ideas.
blue179 Member 439	# Posted: 15 May 2008 20:07:48 Reply  It was a real struggle not to panic. The air inside the case soon became hot and stale. The smell of my wife which permeated her clothes had my cock straining futilely against its prison. There was also the definite tang of stale spunk coming from the various pairs of panties stuffed into the case around me. The caes itself could not have been a better fit holding me completely imobile, and I wondered if my wife had had this in mind when she bought it. I was getting pins and needles and my legs were going into cramps. I struggled to calm my breathing, trying to concentrate on the sexyness of the situation. It heped when the sounds of their lovemaking began to penetrate my prison. She was squeeling like a banshee and he was grunting in time with his thrusts. I managed to wrangle one hand under me to touch the impassive steel of my chastity belt. I stroked it then tapped at it trying desperately to gain some sensation for my useless cock. The whole situation was incredibly erotic but I could do nothing to benefit from it. Soon frustration began to turn to panic once more as the hoplessness of my predicament overwhelmed me. I struggled not to cry out, hoping my good behaviour might melt some of the ice from my Mistress wife's heart so that she could take pity on me and set me free. I was on the point of giving up and screaming for her when their grunts and groans reached a peak before silence eventually fell. A couple of minutes later I felt my suitcase cocoon being pulled out from under the bed. The sound of their mixed laughter became clearer when the zip was opened a few inches. Sencing freedom I opened my mouth wide to draw in the fresh cool air that bled through the gap. Suddenly my chin was prodded then more laughter came fro outside as I realised that Michael was shoving his now relaxed penis through the hole in the zip. 'Open wide boy,' I heard him laugh. 'Get this cleaned up.' He must have been lieing down beside the suitcase making his groin at just the right level. I could smell them both and feel their mixed juices as he waved his cock around, prodding my cheeks searching for my mouth. 'If you want to get out of there any time soon you'd better do as I say slave,' he warned. I had to get out. I couldn't stand it any longer. Closing my eyes and grimacing in disgust I opened wide and felt him find his target. Closing my lips I licked and sucked clean the cock of my wife's young lover. The warmth of my mouth soon drew a responce and I felt him begin to harden. Thankfully he withdrew and I forced myself to be calm as I awaited my iminent release. I knew it was going to take a little longer than I thought when I heard more laughter and felt my wife's shapely thighs rest on top of the case. Pushing her sodden pussy lips against the gap in the zip she laid back and drummed her heels into the top of the case. 'Get that tongue out here slave,' she ordered. 'My pussy needs cleaning.' I had a real struggle to force my face against the inside of the case and stretch my tongue through the hole. Only the very tip of my tongue could reach but I used it to my best ability, curling it to scoop her lover's warm goo directly from her unfaithful pussy. As soon as I paused in my ministrations to rest my aching tongue she drummed her heels harder causing me to cry out in pain as I was completely unable to defend myself. Thanfully, she eventually tiered of her game and stood up. 'If that's the best you can do to welcome your mistress home then I think you need a little more time to consider your options slave.' she scolded me as she stamped her foot down on the top of the case in time with her words. I cried out for mercy but she ignored me, asking Michael to do up the zip before slipping her delicate little feet back into her high heeled sandals and climbing on top of the suitcase. Once there she stamped around like she was crushing insects before calling to her lover to hold her hands so that she could balance well enough to jump up and down driving her dagger - like heels into my side. Without the material of the case between us she would have stabbed me to death. As it was I just felt like she was doing it. I cried and screamed, begged for mercy, promised her anything and everything. I was drowning in despair as my heartfelt please were met with her giggles and sqeels of pleasure. With no means of escape and no way to protect myself I was at her mercy and she knew it. I was ready to pass out from the combination of pain, panic, stale air and heat by the time she finally stopped. I felt tears of joy pour from my eyes as I heard the zip being undone. Those tears became ones of bitter defeat when the zip stopped at just a few inches. 'That was fun wasn't it slave ? I think we should do that more often. You have no idea what a turn on it is, and guess wh gets the benefit of that ? So it's out of the way for sissy slaves. Just be gratefull I let you stay under my bed and listen.' 'Oh and afterwards Michael and I have a lot of catching up to do and some important things to discuss. If I still have the energy I might let you out when we're finished'. No ! No ! I have to get out ! The zip was pulled closed and I felt the case being pushed back under the bed. That's when I broke down. I cried out in desperate frustration, in panic, in fear ! I began to sob and beg pittyfully. 'Shut up,' Michael scolded. 'No darling, it's ok,' I heard my wife's now muffled voice soothe him. 'I quite like it. What could be more sexy than a hot unfaithful wife screwing her young lover's brains out while she listens to her poor slave husband scream and beg ?'
morphism Member 29	# Posted: 15 May 2008 23:14:33 Reply  Excellent update. You are a true artist!
benjamin13 Member 24	# Posted: 15 May 2008 23:32:46 Reply  That last part was just amazing... Please keep going on ! Your story is perfect
blue179 Member 439	# Posted: 16 May 2008 18:59:04 Reply  So scream I did. Till my throat was sore, my head ached and my body lay twitching in muscle spasms and dripping in sweat. Eventually I either passed out or fell asleep, I'm not sure which. I was woken by the suitcase being pulled out from under the bed once more. The zip was pulled open a couple of inches as I lay shivering, dreading what I was sure was coming next. I started to cry and beg once more for pity. My wife's voice surprised me, 'If you want me to let you out of there any time soon slave, I suggest you shut up and listen. I can very easily have Michael shove you back under the bed and leave you there for the night.' That got my attention and, with a supreme effort of will, I managed to quiet my sobbing. 'That's better,' she soothed, 'Now I want you to listen very carefully. Michael and I have had a nice long talk while you've been napping. I had a wonderful holiday with John but unfortunately it was kind of a finale. He's found himself another woman and is getting engaged. I didn't want to tell you about it before the holiday because I knew it would have spoilt the experience for you. Anyway, the fact is, I've decided that I need a man, a real man to take care of me. I can get sex, lots of sex from lots of guys but, the fact is that it's not enough. It's not enough for me because I need to be loved and I need to love. I need emotion in my sex sometimes. I need to make love, not just fuck. It's not enough for you because I know how much me screwing other guys hurts and humiliates you but turns you on too. I also know that the effect is magnified many times over if you think I'm in love with the guy who's screwing me. That's where Michael comes in. He's been telling me every time we meet that he's in love with me. I was his first and so I thought that was all it was. The thing is, he hasn't had any other woman since that night on his eighteenth birthday party and he says he doesn't want any other woman. That's why I decided to let him have me bareback. It's so much more intimate that way. He loves me. He's IN love with me. That's a nice feeling but, as I've explained to him, there are some problems. There's the age gap for a start. He say's he doesn't care though so why should I ? After all I'd have to be crazy to refuse the love of such a gorgeous young hunk, don't you think?' The only thing I was thinking was that I needed out, now ! Whatever it took, I had to get out ! 'There is another problem though. If I'm going to invest my love in another man then I have to consider you too. You may have given up all rights as my husband but you are still my slave. We come as a package. That means that he needs to learn to treat you in an apropriate way. He has to be able to get over his shyness and learn to treat you as I do, with the contempt you deserve. I need a lover who can help me discipline my slave. A lover who will hurt and humiliate you for my amusement. That can't be easy for him'. 'Not easy for HIM ! ?' I thought. 'So I want to ask you to help him slave. In fact I've decided that, if you want to remain as my slave you must work especially hard to ensure he really takes to his role as your master. Of course, it will be good for you too. Think how humiliating it will be for you. A grown middle aged man being teased, humiliated and punished by a boy less than half his age !' Right then I didn't care, I just wanted out ! 'So, to help you Michael and I have come up with a set of rules. If you want to get out of your little suitcase you better agree to each one. If you refuse or even hesitate to agree, then it's goodnight. You stay where you are and we discuss this again in the morning. I'm sure that by then you'll be more keen to co-operate.' 'Please maam,' I cried, 'I'll co-operate now, I promise ! Please let me out, I'll do whatever you say !' 'What I want you to do slave is shut up and listen'.
blue179 Member 439	# Posted: 16 May 2008 19:40:06 Reply  'Here are the rules slave. I will still occassionally sleep with other men. I think it's important that I retain that freedom in order to be able to humiliate you to maximum effect. I still want you to have to watch me get picked up and seduced. I still want to make you dress me for my first dates with new guys and then sit at home fretting over what I'm getting up to. However, the only man that will be allowed inside me without protection is Michael. The only man that I'll tell I love is Michael. The only man that will have full rights to me as my lover and to you as his slave, is Michael.' I heard kissing and soft sighs from outside my tiny prison then she continued ' You will address Michael as Sir or Mr Jones at all times. You will address me as Mistress, maam or Mrs Jones.' Oh yea ! That hurt ! Even in my paniced fatigue that really hurt ! 'All your male clothes will be disposed of except for a track suit you can wear to do outside chores or go to the shops'. 'You will keep your disgusting slave body hair free except for your head. You will grow your hair long and style it in a feminine fashion. You will wear full make up at all times except when you retire for the night'. 'You will dress as a female maid at all times complete with high heels. We will, because we are a benevolent master and mistress, get you some stilletto boots that fit.' Well thank goodness for small mercies, I thought ! 'You will be responsible for all housework and any other duties assigned to you by Michael or me. You will carry out your tasks in a cheerful manner and always smile and curtsy when we speak to you'. 'Michael wants you to be restrained at all times. You will wear ankle and knee cuffs that will restrict you to tiny steps. Wrist cuffs attatched to a belt around your waste will restrict the use of your arms. The amount of movement we grant you will depend on the tasks you are told to perform at the time. During punishment your wrists may be pulled right in to prevent you being able to protect yourself'. 'Whenever you enter a room where I or Michael are you will curtsy. When you leave you will not turn your back on us. You will walk out, or should I say, shuffle out, backwards and curtsy again'. 'At no time will you allow your head to be higher than either of ours'. 'You will not lift your eyes any higher than my knees. Michael needs to know I belong to him and you have no rights to my beaty, isn't that right babe ?' 'That's right doll,' I heard him agree. Fucking hell, I thought. This was getting ridiculous. What exactly was I going to be left with ? She was my wife for fucks sake ! 'You will speak only when spoken to. If you have a serious problem you may ask Michael for permission to speak to me, but otherwise you keep your sissy mouth shut'. 'You will sign all finances over to me. I own you. You are nothing. You should have nothing. I know that means a lot of trust on your part but if you don't trust me now you never will and , if that's the case I don't want you in my life, understood ?' 'Yes maam,' I mumbled from inside the damned suitcase. 'Since you no longer work and bring a wage into the house and, since after you sign everything over to me, you will not have a penny to your name, we can't have you being a drain on this household. The only food you will eat is the left overs from mine and Michael's plates which you will scrape into a dog bowl. After presenting the bowl to me and asking for my permission to eat you will place the bowl on the floor in the garage, get on your knees and eat up using only your mouth like a good doggy. If you are lucky and I am feeling pleased with you I may spit on it first or, if you're really good, I might do you the honour of pissing on it'. 'Now I know we have tried some of these things previously with John when he moved in but this time it will be different. Michael will be around a lot but he won't be living here. When he is here you will not be allowed to sleep in the house. You will have to make do with the garage. A couple as in love as we are and as passionate about each other as we are need our privacy. We also need your full co operation, so the rules will be enforced this time and rest asuured, they are permanent'. 'Now slave, I will ask you this only once. Do you agree to our rules ? Will you obey the rules and obey us at all times without exception ? Will you accept Master Michael as my love, my darling and your master ?' Out ! I had to get out ! 'Yes maam,' I shouted. 'And for your master ?' 'Yes sir, I agree '.
blue179 Member 439	# Posted: 16 May 2008 20:00:15 Reply  As soon as the zip was loosened I tried to spring up. Unfortunately my legs failed me. I fell over and groaned in agony from the pins and needles in my limbs. I was allowed only a couple of minutes relief before my torture was resumed. 'Right slave,' Master Michael spoke sternly, 'Get over to the end of the bed. I want you on your back, legs stretched out against the bed end, now !' I crawled over lay on my back and pushed my legs straight up. My feet just reached the top of the ornamental metal bed end. Master Michael quickly tied them together before securing them to the metal frame. My Mistress meanwhile was fastening my wrists to the bottom of the bed frame legs. Once they were finished I was completely helpless. One wrist secured to each bed leg, feet straight up, legs against the cold metal frame. Going to the dreaded suitcase my wife retrieved a hand full of her dirty knickers and began stuffing them into my mouth. Once it was full she secured them in place with two stockings wrapped tightly around my head, forcing the balled up knickers into the back of my throat. More pairs of dirty knickers were placed over my head, the crotches carefully placed over my nose and mouth. 'Now slave I want you to behave,' I heard her say. I turned my head and looked over to see her handing a bamboo cane to her young lover. She kissed him deeply, running her delicate fingers over his chest before turning back to me. 'Your master needs some practice in administering discipline and you need to get used to accepting it. This is going to hurt you a lot but that's ok, I want it to. I need Michael to see that he has a free hand and does not need to worry about my interfering in his disciplining of you. He needs confidence and you need to understand that he is your master. If he wants to hurt you then he can hurt you. I will just love him all the more and you my pet will just worship and obey him all the more. Why ? Because I wish it'. With that she sat down beside me and lifted my head shuffling forward to rest it on her knee. Leaning forward she kissed my forhead before turning to her lover. 'Punish my slave for me darling, I want him to understand who owns him'. She adjusted the knickers over my face so that I could not see him aproach. I wondered desperately where the first blow would land.
blue179 Member 439	# Posted: 18 May 2008 16:40:21 Reply  It came as a surprise to both my wife and me when Michael told her to stand up. In answer to her query he told her, 'If I'm going to be master of this house then I'm going to do it properly. That means no questions from either you or your slave. Now get up.' Lifting my head from her lap, my wife quietly obeyed her young lover. 'Good girl,' he patronised her. 'Now bend over and touch your toes'. 'Darling ?' she questioned him. 'Your slave boy needs to know who is in charge here and you need to understand that I will not tolerate anything but total respect from him. I may have to prove that I can master the wimp but you have to prove that you accept my mastery of him. With that in mind I'm going to give you a little taste of what you can expect if you ever allow him to show the slightest disresect to me. At the same time, I want him to see you submit to me. He has to realise that I own his wife. I suspect that's not an easy thing to accept, so we have to make sure that everyone knows there place right from the start'. I had wriggled my head around till I managed to be able to see from one eye through the leg holes of the knickers my wife had wrapped around my face. It was obvious that she had not been expecting this and when she saw looking at her she gave me a cold nasty look as if it was my fault she was about to get her cute little ass tanned. Lifting her skirt Michael spanked her six times with the flat of his hand. My wife cried out each time but managed not to jump up. I got a real revenge kick out of watching but at the same time, I hated him for treating her like that. I was jealous as hell too. She would never have let me do that to her. As he pulled her head up by her hair I saw her eyes were filled with tears. He saw it too and gently kissed them away. Wrapping her arms around his neck she gasped,' I know who I belong to, I'm yours. I'll always be yours'. 'Good,' he smiled, 'Then lets make sure your slave is as sure as you are'. Lifting my head she slipped under me, pulling the dirty knickers back into place to block my view. Leaning forward I heard her whisper, ' Don't worry slave, I'll get you for causing me to get spanked like that'. How the fuck was it my fault I was wondering until the first blow landed. The cane sliced into the soles of my feet. Despite my bonds, I think my whole body lifted into the air as I screamed into my knicker gag. Again, then again. I couldn't breath for the pain ! 'Make sure your slave understands his position babe,' he instructed my wife. 'Oh I think he understands just fine don't you slave ?' I nodded emphatically. 'Why don't you take over while I get us a bottle of champers from the fridge,' he suggested. 'Ok babe good idea,' my wife answered as she pushed my head off her lap to stand up. 'What are we celebrating ?' 'How about everyone knowing their place,' he suggested. 'Ok by me,' she laughed. The next strike was lighter but, coming on top of Michael's earlier heavy ones, it was agony. Again, then again. 'Hurts does it slave,' my unfaithful wife laughed. 'Just think what will happen if you really piss him off. I used to love watching his uncle John punish you. It was always such a turn on. So much so that it went a little too far sometimes. There were a couple of occassions we got a little too near the edge weren't there ? That's another reason why Michael is going to be so good for us. He doesn't have his uncles nasty streak. He has to work quite hard to hurt you when I ask him to you know.' Fuck ! Was I supposed to feel sorry for the guy ? 'In future your punishments are going to lean more to the psychological rather than the physical. But don't expect to get away with anything. Michael is completely determined to ingratiate himself with me and he knows that to do that he must master my slave. You just make sure that you work equally hard to help him. Show total respect for him as you do for me and you'll be fine. Now where was I ? Oh yes...' Whack ! Whack ! Whack ! I was imencely glad when Michael came back and she threw down the cane to take a chilled glass of bubbly from him. 'Are you enjoying yourself ?' he asked her. 'Yes but I'm afraid there's just no way I can hit as hard as you darling. Will you take over again for me ?' 'No problem.' Shit, not again ! 'And no crying slave, ' she insisted. 'Have some shred of self respect. Take your punishment like a man'. My head in her lap once more she stroked my face through her dirty knickers while the blows rained down on my sore defenceless feet once more. Stupidly I tried not to cry. I actually wanted to prove to her that I was still a man, not a snivelling sissy.I had no where to go though, escape was no more an option than was pity from from my unfaithful wife and her determined young lover. Nevertheless, I tried. Wrenching at my bonds I screamed and pleaded. Tossing my head from side to side I tried to find a leg hole in the knickers over my face. If I could make eye contact with my wife then surely I could make her see my pain, make her take pity on me. Unfortunately she took hold of my thrashing head and held it still while instructing her lover. 'Harder babe ! Again ! Oh yes I think he really felt that one ! Do it again. Now three quick ones. Oh yes I love it when you make him scream. He's starting to cry too, I can feel him sobbing.Listen to him begging through his gag. It's pathetic isn't it ? He knows now my darling. He knows who's in charge. He knows who I belong to.' Finally he stopped. 'I think that should do the trick,' I heard him gasp. I could hear the excitement in his voice. He was breathing nearly as hard as I was ! 'Oh babe ,' my wife moaned, 'Don't stop yet. I was really enjoying that. Five more. Give him five really good ones. No. Five each foot, thats ten. Give the little shit ten of the best.' 'Alright, why not,' he sighed. He was trying as hard as I was to impress her. We both loved her, both wanted her to love us. Unfortunately for me, I had no chance. She didn't want bravardo or manliness from me. She wanted surrender. Complete and absolute surrender. I felt her lean forward to kiss my forhead with her gorgeous full lips. I felt the heat of those lips even through the several layers if silk she held tight around my face. 'It's ok slave,' she whispered. You can cry now. Let it out, let it all out. You are not a man, you don't have to try to act like one. Cry slave. Cry your heart out for me.' I was sobbing uncontrollably before the first strike landed. It was as if her words, spoken so softly, so cruel and yet the closest thing to compassion she had shown me for so long, had opened a flood gate. It all came pouring out. I was lost. Reality blurred. The pain in my feet. The cruelty of my darling wife. Her soft embrace as she held me to her soothing my forehead while, at the same time, encouraging her young lover to hit me harder. I felt like I was floating away. I'd never felt more helpless. I'd never been more in love with her. Through my sobbs, floating toward me on waves of emotion I became aware of her words, 'You have no idea how turned on I am right now my sissy cuckolded chastified excuse for a husband. I think I'm going to cum right here and now. Right here and...ohhhhhhhhhhh !'
humanchair Member 51	# Posted: 19 May 2008 09:10:19 Reply  hot...very hot
blue179 Member 439	# Posted: 22 May 2008 18:44:11 Reply  I intended to bring this tale to an end but lots of things have been happening that I think you guys would like to know. I'm going to be very busy this weekend, more of that later, but I will make a real effort to get some writing done after that. That is if there is still enough interest in my story ?????
benjamin13 Member 24	# Posted: 22 May 2008 19:55:00 Reply  Yeah, I'm still waiting for the next part !
without Member 15	# Posted: 23 May 2008 06:26:20 Reply  Plenty of interest here blue. Your story has me going up and down like a yo yo..LOL
humanchair Member 51	# Posted: 23 May 2008 07:29:32 Reply  yes! please let us know everything! we are very interested in reading more.
wimpcuckneedsowner Member 5	# Posted: 23 May 2008 20:25:37 Reply  must..... have...... more..... , need.... more...
blue179 Member 439	# Posted: 28 May 2008 13:46:28 Reply  As her orgasm subsided my wife realised that I was still sobbing and crying out for her mercy. Michael was still beating my swollen feet. 'It's ok sweetheart,' she told him, 'You can stop now. I think we showed him who's in charge around here'. As the blows stopped I gasped and heved to draw enough air into my lungs to thank her over and over again. The fact that she was responsible for the beating in the first place was gone from my head. All I knew right then was that she had stopped it. She had stopped the pain and I loved her for it. My sore throat burned as I tried to tell her how much I loved her. Ignoring my grateful adoration she pushed my head off her lap and stood up on visibly shaky legs. Michael held her as she kissed him, thanking him for disciplining her slave. Going into the bathroom she returned with a towel and what looked like a funnel. She pulled the dirty knickers from my face and mouth before lifting my head and placing the towel under it. I thought she was making some small consession to my comfort and I began crying again, this time in pathetic gratitude. I soon found I was mistaken. Placing the end of the funnel in my mouth she then stood looking down at me. Leaning back into her lovers chest as his arms came around her, she carressed the side of my face with her foot. 'Oh there there slave,' she soothed, 'Don't cry. It's over.......for now. How long it is before your master beats you again depends on how well behaved you are. If you learn quickly and accept things for how they are, it might be.....oh minutes, or even a few hours.' They both laughed as she used her tiny perfect toes to wipe away my tears. 'Now listen carefully sissy boy,' she went on, 'We've decided to let you have the honour of spending the night in our bedroom, with us. But.....only if you make yourself useful. You do want to be useful to me don't you slave?' 'Yes maam,' I mumbled around the sides of the funnel and nodded. 'Good, because if you stop being useful to me I just might have to throw you out of my house, and you wouldn't want that would you?' 'No maam, please maam, I'll be very useful,' I promised in garbled fashion. 'Good. So, the thing is, your master and I are very tiered now. It's such a long way for us to walk to the bathroom, even though it is en-suite,' she laughed. 'That's why we thought that maybe you could help out. If either of us gets caught short, instead of that long walk to the toilet, we could use you. After all, you are our slave, aren't you ?' I nodded my head resignedly. 'And......if you are a good slave and don't spill a single drop on my towel, I will give you a little reward.' 'Oh shit, here it comes,' I thought, knowing how cruel she could be. Imagine my surprise then when she continued. 'How about,' she paused dramatically,' How about, I let you splatter my gorgeous feet with cum ?' 'What ?' Were my ears deceiving me ? 'Don't look so shocked slave. It's been a steep learning curve for you and I know it hasn't been easy. I thought maybe some positive reinforcement might be a good idea. And I know how much you love my feet. So what do you think?' Fuck ! What did I think ? Fuck ! 'There is just one little condition though slave,' she added. 'Oh now,' I thought, 'Here it comes !' But I was wrong again. 'If I let you spurt cum all over my sexy little feet you have to lick it up and thank both me and Michael for the priveledge.' I was nodding like mad. No problem ! I even forgot the pain in my own brutalised feet. 'And you have to mean it,' she added, 'You have to be completely sincere when you thank us. If either of us doubts you....well, I'm sure Michael's caning arm will be well rested by then.' Still nodding, smiling, blubbering my promises and thanks like the pathetic excuse for a man I'd become. My long imprisoned cock was battering at the steel walls of its prison as my purple nused balls ached with renewed frustration. Despite all that I wanted to laugh out loud with relief. Finally ! I loved her ! I wanted so desperately for her to know how much. 'Alright calm down silly. Remember you have a job to do first. I'm sure you'll do your best won't you slave. Now we are going to get into bed. You just make sure you don't let me down. You are my toilet tonight, nothing more. Remember that. Now goodnight slave'.
blue179 Member 439	# Posted: 28 May 2008 18:51:29 Reply  They both fell asleep quite quickly and after a while my jaw was aching from holding the funnel. i was beginning to think that I would get away with not having to deal with drinking their piss when I heard someone get out of bed. In the dim moonlight penetrating the curtains I could see it was my wife. That was a relief. Given the choice I would far rather drink my own wife's offering than her lover's. Without a word she knelt over my face, her thighs just touching the rim of the funnel. Tightening the seal of my lips round the end tube of the funnel I waited. Eventually there was a short spurt and the dry salty taste of urine hit my tongue. I swallowed as another spurt hit the plastic and funneled down into my throat. Then, with a sgh of release my mistress released what felt like a torrent. I swallowed as quickly as possible, pressing my tongue against the end of the tube to halt the flow whilst I took quick breaths of air before releasing another mouthful and repeating the process. Eventually she was finished and rose to wander sleepily back to bed and into the warm embrace of her lover. I was still swallowing the last of her deposit when I heard him stirring. My wife's trip to relieve herself must have woken him and now he felt the same need to empty his bladder. As her stood over me I realised that from the height he would be pissing it was inevitable that some would splash out of the funnel and onto the towel. In a panic my mind raced to think of some way to warn him or persuade him to kneel down. Fortunately, I need not have worried. He knelt at the top of my head and aimed his flaccid but still impressive organ at the funnel in my mouth. The funnel still wet from his woman's earlier visit. My stomache grumbled in disgust as I contemplated my fate. I had to think hard to convince myself I could do this. It would be worth it many times over for the reward I would soon receive from my darling wife. Unlike his lover, Michael's release was immediate. Like a fire hose he let loose into the funnel. I was panicing so much that the funnel was going to overflow that I nearly let it slip from my lips. Catching it just in time, I swallowed like my life depended on it ! Over and over again. Twice, to my temporary relief, he stopped. Each time though, he started again. By the time he stood to go back to bed, my stomache felt bloated and, for the first time, I began to worry about what would happen when I needed to piss. Surely that would not be long now.
blue179 Member 439	# Posted: 28 May 2008 19:02:10 Reply  By the time my wife and her lover were stirring I was desperate. I needed to pee, desperately ! I knew though that pissing all over her bedroom floor was not going to put my wife in the mood to grant me my reward. So I held it. Imagine my despair when she once more knelt over my face and smiling sweetly, released her morning deluge into the funnel. The sound of the liquid hitting the plastic funnel nearly beat my concentration. I tried desperately to think of something else. I had to hold on, I had to ! Then, just to improve matters, he knelt in front of her with his dick hanging into the funnel and added his salty offering to hers. So there I lay, sweating with the strain of holding my own urine whilst frantically swallowing that of my wife and her lover. As I looked up I could see them kissing. They were ignoring me completely, treating me as a toilet. Wow ! A new low for me then ! Just when I was beginning to think I couldn't possibly get any lower !

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