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# Posted: 7 Mar 2008 14:35:21
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'You are a silly little slave aren't you ?' she taunted. ' You know what it means if you cum don't you. Your days as a sissy chastised slave would be over for good and I don't think you really want that do you ? More importantly, I don't want it. I intend to have a lot more fun with you yet. You wouldn't want to spoil that for me would you?'
'No maam,' I managed to spit out, as she pulled her socks from my mouth.
'I should think not. Now get your filthy pathetic slave mouth busy and suck my toes. If you do a good job I'l tell you about one of the things I have in mind for you.'
Licking and sucking slavishly, I did my best as my once more deprived and deserted cock continued stupidly and futilely to perform its dance of passion with only empty air to urge it on.
'You are such a baby aren't you slave. I think you should be treated like one. The next time your wife goes out with a real man I'm going to come over and look after you. I'll be your baby sitter. While your wife gets ready for her date I'm going to undress you and put a diaper on you with plastic pants too. Maybe I'll get some adult baby clothes from one of those internet sites. I'll dress you up so cute, give you a baby bottle of milk so suck on and sit you at my feet. What do you think your darling wife's reaction will be when she comes down stairs and sees you ?'
Fuck ! Even the thought of it was making me blush bright red !
'While she's out I'll feed you lots of milk in your little bottle. Of course you'll be forbidden to use the toilet so eventually the inevitable will happen. And when it does I'll probably get really angry with you. You'll go over my knee for spanks ! Babies have to learn not to dirty their nappies doing pee pees in them.'
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# Posted: 7 Mar 2008 14:59:41
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I'd never been into the adult baby thing but the way M Julie was describing it was driving me nuts. She should have left the bag of ice in my lap. I was beginning to think I was going to need it. Then she spun round again and reached down to pull off the three condoms that M Shirley had placed on my cock in an effort to reduce its sensitivity. The feeling as M Julie's toes tickled at the sides of my bare cock was beyond words !
' After your well deserved spanking it will probably be bed time for baby. If I can persuade your wife and mistress to get a baby cot for you I'll put you to bed in that. You can suck your dummy while you wait for your wife, or should I say mommy to come home. When she does she'll come quietly into the room and tuck you in, maybe give you a little kiss on your baby forhead before she joins her lover in her big comfortable bed in the next room.'
Oh Fuck ! Here we go again ! Please don't do this to me ! Please let me come .
'Please maam, oh fuck ! Please , please I'm cumming, I'm sorry, I need, I need to.... Oh fuuuuuck!'
Cold ice in my lap and the sound of girlish laughter as she climbs off me and walks barefoot out of the room.
Fuck, I hated that bitch ! So why was I twisting round desperately to lick the cute little shoes she had left either side of my head?
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# Posted: 9 Mar 2008 01:58:45
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"Fuck, I hated that bitch ! So why was I twisting round desperately to lick the cute little shoes she had left either side of my head? "
haha i love this story! i am addicted and i don't know what i'll do when it ends lol. Please continue with more
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# Posted: 9 Mar 2008 17:57:26
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I had no time to recover before my gorgeous wife entered the bedroom hand in hand with her lover John. He was completely naked while she wore only a pair of flesh coloured nylons held up by a white suspender belt. From the state of my wife's hair and the satisfied grins on each of their faces it was obvious that they had just made love. As they got closer I could smell it too.
'Help me turn him over sweetheart,' she asked him.
I was quickly manhandled until I lay face down on the bed. John then seated himself above my head with his back to the head board. Shit, I hated being so close to him, especially in his naked state. I wondered desperately what they had in mind for me as I heard my wife reminding me, 'Remember slave, the slightest sign of dissobedience and you will never see me again.'
With that she manouvered herself into position sitting above my head, her back resting against her lover and her legs stretched out either side of me. Grabbing my hair she pulled my head up before shuffling down the bed and releasing it to lie on her stomache. 'I think you deserve a treat for being such a good slave so far,' she said graciously, ' John and I just had some fantastic goodbye sex and, since it will be a long time before I can trust anyone else enough to take me bareback like he does, I thought you might like a nice warm cream pie.'
Actually, I didn't. I had never cared for the idea but had always put on a brave face to please her, not to mention to earn points toward a long overdue orgasm ! I hated the taste like I hated the guy who put it there. I also hated the fact that he could so freely partake of something that was so strictly and heartlessly denied to me. Fuck, I hated having to belittle myself in front of him ! So why, as I thanked my mistress for her kindness and bent to my task, was my cock digging so hard into the matress ?
As the thick salty slime flowed freely onto my tongue the realisation that my cock had been left free hit me. What was more, I had the oportunity of enough friction from the matress to do the trick. I could cum !
'Don't even think about it slave, ' my wife warned, 'If I see the slightest movement from your girly thighs I'll get Julie in here to remind you what she likes to do with a cane. Now get on with it, lick me. Lick your master's spunk from your mistress's pussy. After today you will find that , as my servant, such pleasures will seldom be available to you. Access to my pussy will have to be earned as a rare treat. Now show me some gratitude or I might just leave you anyway !'
'Please no, ' I thought, as I licked with gusto, sucking and teasing her clit, seeking to please her any way I could. I couldn't loose her. Not now. Not after all I had been through. I loved her more than ever. I was nothing without her . Nothing !
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# Posted: 9 Mar 2008 18:27:40
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Even over the sounds of my slurping lips and tongue I could hear them kissing. Straining my neck to look up I could see his hands roughly fondling her gorgeous breasts as she moaned her pleasure into his mouth. Her hips began to buck as I felt her hands grab my head, fingers entwining my hair forcing my face into her soaking pussy.
'Oh darling ! Yesssssss, Ohh yesssss. YES ...YES.....YEEEEEEEESSSSSSS!!!!!!'
How I longed for those words, that outpouring of passion to be for me ! Maybe it was, at least partly right ?
'Oh John darling, I love you! I am going to miss you so much ! My handsome lover, my darling, my love !'
Ok maybe not, I conceeded.
'That was a lovely going away present babe,' she informed him happily as she climbed from the bed. 'Now it's your turn. Turn around and make yourself comfortable on my slave's chest babe.'
Plonking his ass unceramoniously down on my chest he folded his legs under him and sat lsmirking down at me. I knew that whatever this treat my wife had in mind for her lover was, it was not likely to be much fun for me.
'Ok now inch forward just a lttle darling,' she coaxed him. 'Slave open your mouth.'
Oh shit, I thought, not good, NOT GOOD ! His previously semi erect cock was growing quickly in anticipation as fast as mine was shrinking.
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# Posted: 9 Mar 2008 19:16:42
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'Listen carefully slave and remember the rules,' she warned.' You will take your master's precious balls into your mouth. Holding them there gently and respectfully, you will use your worthless tongue to bathe and tease them.'
Oh fuck ! No way ! I couldn't do this, I couldn't ! I closed my mouth like a trap.
'Of course,' my wife interupted my paniced thoughts, ' If it's a problem, if you don't respect me enough to want to please me, if you don't love me enough to allow me to use you as I see fit....... just say so. No hard feelings. I'll leave with John now.'
I couldn't believe I had gotten myself into this. I would do anything for her, but come on ! Why was she doing this ? Did she want me to refuse ? Was she just looking for an excuse to leave me ?
'Now come on sweetheart,' she coaxed me gently, smoothing my troubled brow with her cool hand. 'This is for me. I want to give John the besy blow job he ever had, or ever will have. A going away present. So he won't ever forget me. But I need your help. It's ok. You'll be fine. Trust me. I love you but if I'm going to own you I have to know, I have to be sure that you are mine totally, body and soul. You have to show me there is nothing you won't do to make me happy. I need to be sure that you will never dissobey me.
Oh fuck get me out of here, make this be over please ! Looking into those bright sexy green eyes I was lost and I knew it. She knew it too. She smiled as I opened my mouth wide. John's heavy balls were too big. I stretched as wide as I could but my wife still had to gently manhandle them one at a time into my waiting mouth. Once they were in I could close my jaw slightly to ease the strain. The taste was awfull. The feeling disgusting. Worst of all though was the view. Looking up I found myself staring between his buttocks. Mercifully, as soon as my wife bent and slid her soft red lips over his proudly bobbing organ of flesh, he dropped his weight squashing my features into his buttocks and cutting off all light.
Remembering my duties I steeled myself and began swirling my tongue in the limited space left by his heavy balls. I could hear him groaning loudly and admonishing my wife to, 'Suck it bitch ! Oh yea thats it . Fuck I'm gonna miss you too !'
Mercifully it was only minutes before his hips began to pump, sliding his cheeks over my sweating face. I felt his balls lift against the back of my teeth as he raised up to push his pulsing cock further down my wife's eager throat.
'Fuck yea come on ! Fucking bitch ! I'll give you a load to remember me by ! Fucking cumming down your throat while your fucking wimp husband sucks my balls ! OHHHHHH FUUUUCKKKKKK !!!!!!!
Pulling his disgusting balls carefully from my mouth John slid from the bed to embrace my wife. He went to kiss her but she stopped him. Going to the set of drawers near the bed she took from the top the rubber mask. Opening it she spat out John's substantial offering then closed the neck and smoothed out the mask spreading his cum evenly around the inside.
'That's for you babe,' she smiled at me, ' for the next part of the test.
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# Posted: 10 Mar 2008 17:30:47
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John put his clothes back on but my wife just slipped into her fluffy pink dressing gown before leaving the room together. 'Won't be long slave, just going to see John out,' she called over her shoulder. She was gone a while and I thought I heard her coming back but it was M Julie.
'Hi there again slavey. Still lieing around doing nothing I see. Well you won't have such an easy life when I'm baby sitting I can assure you. Now where are my shoes?'
She found them at the side of the bed and, picking them up went to leave. 'Oh I almost forgot again !' Going over to the drawers she picked up the rubber mask and opened the neck. 'Oh shit ! That is disgusting ! You are one sick little pervert wanting to stick your head in there ! Oh well, each to his own I suppose.' With that she bent forward and spat five times into the mask. 'Don't know if you'll be able to taste my spit in there sissy but its the thought that counts right?' Laughing she put the mask down and went to leave just as my wife came in.
'Just getting my shoes,' Julie explained.
'That's ok sweetheart, no need to explain. If you're going to be looking after my slave sometimes then I have to trust you. Which I do. Anything you decide to do to my sissy excuse for a slave is ok with me. '
'Ok thanks, I'll remember that,' answered Julie.
'Just so long as it's either really painfull, really frustrating or really humiliating,' my wife added.
'Of course, ' laughed Julie, ' That goes without saying. See you tomorrow night.'
Turning to me my wife teased, 'Julie's taking me clubbing tomorrow night. She's going to make sure I get fixed up with a young stud. Isn't that nice of her slave?'
'Yes maam,' I answered dutifully. Though actually I thought it was anything but. The thought of working hard at my chores while my gorgeous sexy wife cavorted around nightclubs with that little slut filled me with jealousy and dread. The thought of them both being chatted up as two such beauties were bound to be gave me a real sinking feeling in my stomache but had my still desperate cock bobbing like mad, a fact that did not go unnoticed by my wife.
'Woh boy ! Calm down ! You'll be too busy with your chores to think about what I'll be doing with some lucky stud. More importantly you'll have your cage back on so try not to get too excited,' she laughed.
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# Posted: 11 Mar 2008 15:45:49
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'Now, it's late and we've both had a long day. How about I curl up beside you and we get some sleep. Since you've behaved yourself I'll even leave your cage off.'
Yes ! It had been hell but now I would get to cum lieing beside my gorgeous wife.
'Don't get any silly ideas slave,' she warned as she retrieved the rubber mask from the top of the drawers where M Julie had left it. 'This goes on and stays on until I say otherwise.' She spat several times into the mask before straddling my chest and pulling it over my head. The slimy interior was cold against my burning face. My wife laughed at the disgusting squelching sounds emanating from the mask as she pulled and smoothed it into place, inflating the built in penis shaped gag. I had a moment of panic as my breathing was restricted but with an effort I managed to control it. It was going to be a long night if I was panicing already !
I felt my wife lie down beside me her head on my chest. She was laughing quietly to herself. 'That is so funny slave. Your little cocklet is bobbing furiously. It looks so funny.'
It wasn't funny from where I was lieing.
'Shall I cuddle it for you slave ?' she asked innocently.
I nodded my head quickly, grunting around the penis gag.
'Do you deserve to have your mistress cuddle your little thing slave?' she asked more sternly. A trick question I was sure. I shook my head in the negative. 'Good then we're agreed.In fact lets get it covered up then you can get to sleep.' Taking one of her blue fluffy slippers from her dainty foot she slid it onto my straining cock. The soft feel and gentle heat of the slipper coupled with the thought of it carressing her lovely foot served only to make my poor cock bob even harder! 'Enjoy these cuddles slave they are to remind you what you have lost,' she reminded me. 'I'm going to use the other slipper to tan your backside when I release you from your sac tomorrow. Do you know why?' I shook my head again. 'Because I can you stupid little sissy slave. Now I need some sleep. Keep bobbing my slipper while I nod off, I like it. Sweet dreams slave.'
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# Posted: 11 Mar 2008 18:12:05
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 I'm loving these daily updates!!
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blue179
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# Posted: 17 Mar 2008 17:32:41
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I got no sleep at all that night. My head was filled with images of my sexy wife. Every time I managed to force my thoughts onto more mundane subjects she would sense it, or maybe could tell from the reduction in movement from my slipper covered dick, and would whisper in my ear whilst stroking my thighs. ' I'm going to have lots of big cocks. I love big cocks. You'll never be allowed to put yours inside me ever again.'
That would do it, I'd be up and quivering again !
On a couple of occassions after she had dropped off I managed to fall into an uneasy sleep myself, only to be woken as my erotic dreams sent fruitless messages to my aching cock.
When morning finally arrived I was informed by my wife as she removed her soft furry slipper from my still hard cock that I had passed all her tests with flying clours. All that is except one. There was just one final task she wanted me to complete.
'I know you're tiered slave and you must be desperate to get out of that hot sweaty sac and get that nasty mask off so that you can breath properly. The thing is I have to be absolutely sure that you really do want to be my slave forever. I need to make sure you want that more than anything else.'
What I wanted was for this to be over. She was right, I was tiered. Also thirsty, hungry and, oh yea, how could I have forgotten, desperate for relief. Any relief would do, any at all !
'I bet you'd like to come too wouldn't you sweetheart ? It's been a while hasn't it ?'
She could say that again !
'Well maybe I'll see what I can do, that is, if you pass my final test.' She promised.
I heard her leaving the room and lay wondering what the hell this final test could be. She was back after a few minutes and I groaned in shock and dissappointment as I felt her drop a bag of ice onto my groin. 'Gotta have you caged first slave, then we can begin.'
The ice did its job and soon the cold unyielding metal tube was carressing my sensation starved member. Next I felt her lift my rubber masked face and heard the rustle of plastic as she pulled a large bag over my head. A cord was fed around my neck and pulled tight. 'There you go slave, all done. Now listen carefully, time is running out.'
Time running out ? What time ? How was it running out ? My breathing, already restricted by the two small holes in the rubber mask, came faster as I began to panic.
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# Posted: 17 Mar 2008 18:03:43
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'Calm down slave,' she scolded, 'You need to listen carefully. It's a big bag so there's plenty of air provided you do as I say.'
That was easy for her to say !
' I have been trying to think of a way to make sure you really want to be my slave permanently. Also, to be honest, I sort of feel sorry for you. You've been through so much haven't you. Although, it should be remembered that this whole thing started as your idea. Didn't it slave ?'
I nodded my head, trying to focus on slowing my breathing.
'So,' she continued, 'I decided on this. You wanted the chance to come, well now you have it. I'm giving you permission to cum. Provided that you can do it with the cage on and before your air runs out. There is just one rule. You must not move a muscle. I don't want to see even a twitch from you until I take off the bag, is that clear?'
Oh fuck, I really thought I had a chance there. I thought she was going to let me cum. How could I do it with no stimulation at all ? And enclosed in that fucking cage ! I couldn't even get hard much less achieve orgasm.
Or could I ?
I was desperate, frustrated, so horny it was unreal. I had waited so long. When I felt my darling wife's delicate fingers tracing patterns over my latex covered thighs I almost thought it might be possible. My cock was fighting against the unyielding walls of its prison. My thighs ached to thrust upward in an instinctive effort to force my groin toward her. But she had told me not to move. Then she was lieing beside me, kissing my forehead. I could feel the burning heat of her lips even through the rubber and plastic that encased my head.
She was whispering, ' Come on little slave, cum for your mistress. Show me how much you love me. Show me what a good slave you are. Let me see you gasping through your pathetic little cum. I want to see your filthy slave slime leaking weakly from the holes of your cage. Do it for me slave, for your mistress.'
Fuck I was going to. Just the sound of her beautiful voice. Her teasing comments. Her delicate touch, up one thigh, over the metal tube and down the other thigh. Fuck ! I never would have believed it was possible. I was going to cum !
'No moving slave,' she warned me. 'If you dissobey me I'll have to leave with John. He's waiting downstairs you know. Hoping you fail this last test so that he can wisk me away. You don't want me to go do you slave?'
Of course I didn't. But I couldn't stand it. I had to move to buck my hips. For fuck sake it wasn't much to ask was it? I couldn't even get a hard on. Now I was expected to lie still !
Then suddenly I became aware that my air was running out. I was breathing hard. Harder all the time as each breath I drew through the tiny holes in my rubber mask contained less and less oxygen.
'No moving slave. Tossing your head from side to side would constitute movement and therefore failure. Be carefull !'
Shit, she had really thought this one through. How could I not move ? I couldn't fucking breath and shit, oh fuck, shit I was coming. Not a full blown orgasm. Not even close. Just a slight release of pressure. Almost like a long needed piss. Warmth trickling over my thigh, then relief and.....dissapointment. Was that it ? After waiting so long . Shit I neede air NOW ! RIGHT NOW !
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# Posted: 18 Mar 2008 15:56:17
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Hey what happened ? No feedback. Did all you guys get bored with my story or what ? Should I continue ? It's nearly finished now, is there anyone out there who would like to hear the end ???????
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# Posted: 18 Mar 2008 16:36:51
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Hands pulling at the cord around my neck then suddenly cool air. More ! I needed more. The holes in the rubber mask were too small. Yes ! Thank you ! She was pulling off the mask. Fresh air !
After a few minutes my breathing had slowed. I looked up at my wife as she stood over me. Please don't let her have any more tests for me , I thought. I've had enough !
'Well that's it. No more tests,' she confirmed, much to my relief. 'It's a shame after all you went through.'
Shame ? What was a shame ?
'I really thought you were going to make it,' she sighed. ' You moved your hips when your little thing started to dribble then you moved your head when you started to panic for air. That's a definite fail in my book. You can't say I didn't warn you. Oh well, I guess there isn't really anything more to say. Except goodbye.'
No ! I couldn't help it ! I didn't mean to move ! I didn't even realise I had !
'I didn't mean to, ' I shouted. 'It was a mistake. I'm sorry. You can't go ! I mean I don't want you to go. Please !'
'That's enough now slave !' she scolded me. 'If you have no respect for yourself, at least have some for me. Don't make this any harder than it is. I really thought we were going to make it. I thought it was what you wanted. I guess it just wasn't meant to be. I'm going now.'
'Oh fuck no ! Please maam, I'm sorry, really sorry. Please just give me another chance I'll do anything. Please maam ! Plea......'
She silenced my pathetic pleading with a dainty finger over my lips. Then retrieving the plastic bag she pulled it back over my head placing the cord around my neck but not tieing it.
'Mistress Julie will untie you once we are gone. Well.... I presume she will.....eventually. If I know her she'll want to play with you a while first.'
I burst into tears as my hot breath misted the inside of the loose plastic bag blurring her perfect image.
'She'll like those tears too I imagine. Don't expect to get any information out of her. Just be thankfull if she lets you go in one piece.... eventually. Now, for the last time my ex husband and ex slave, goodbye.'
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# Posted: 18 Mar 2008 16:37:35
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If anyone wants to know what happened next please let me know. Thanks.
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# Posted: 18 Mar 2008 19:16:07
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of course need more
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# Posted: 18 Mar 2008 20:20:03 · Edited by: Lisaandmikey
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About two weeks ago now I was out on a date. It was a week night, so I made Ron, the guy I've been dating lately get me home early.
I walked into our house just after 10:30. I expected my husband Michael would be watching Letterman. That's what he usually does when I'm out with another man. Michael is a very good boy. He always waits up for me when I'm out on a date. I rarely stay out all night and when I do, I’m always careful to call him and let him know. I care about my husband.
When I walked into the den I found Michael glued to the computer monitor. When he saw me he got up, kissed me and then pulled a chair over for me.
He told me that I had to read this story on Cuckoldplace. It was this story. He told me that he thought it had to be a satire on the cuckold femdom lifestyle. We stayed up until after 1:00 AM reading the story.
Now you are coming to the end of the story. Michael and I have been following it faithfully since we found it. I will admit that both of us have at times found parts of it to be delightfully steamy (maybe raunchy would be a better word).
The one thing that ruins the story for us is your insistence that it's true. Please understand, that assertion weakens your story. As an over the top fantasy it is wonderful. As a true story it is frightening and creepy.
We're not talking about the parts where John makes you lick his pee up from the kitchen floor. That's just fun stuff. We're talking about the segments where you're left chained in the shed overnight, or you're left to shiver all night in a bathtub full of cold urine or your beaten senseless because you made eye contact with your wife. Sweetheart, Amnesty International works overtime trying to keep totalitarian countries from treating political prisoners the way you contend your wife treated you.
If you talk to any experienced Dom she will tell you that her number one concern is always the mental health of her slave. The long term mental torture that you claim your wife put you through would have destroyed you as a human being.
Our number one objection is your wife’s threat to leave you for another man. In a solid femdom relationship, that idea is beyond consideration. We believe that a slave must always feel secure that his dominant wife loves him and cares about him. That care and love is what gives her license to freely abuse and humiliate her husband.
You created a very hot story. There have been several evenings when I made Michael kneel between my legs and lick my pussy while I read your story to him.
But please leave it as a fantasy. The story is not credible as fact. In real life, mothers generally do not participate in the domination and humiliation of their sons married girlfriend's husband. In our culture parents generally try to avoid getting actively involved in their children's sex lives.
We agree that softer stories do become more exciting with the assertion that they are true, but not this story. This story becomes icky if its true.
This is a good example of what we're trying to say. This is a direct quote from your story.
'Maybe I should let you hang there for the rest of the night,' she whispered into my ear. 'Would you like that?'
'The rope is so tight,' she said, running her fingers around the noose. ' I wonder how much longer you can last. Not too long I suspect.'
The lack of air, the sheer exhaustion, coupled with the heady proximity of my darling wife were combining to float me away.
'Would you like to die for me babe.? Would you like me to watch while you give me your very life. Then I could turn around and go back to my lover. We could make love while you hang there slowly going cold.'
That's over the edge for a fantasy and if it's real, it's horrifying.
Honey, Michael and I loved "The Lord of the Rings" but neither of us wanted Sauron and the tortures of Mordor to be real.
xoxoxoxo
Lisa
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# Posted: 18 Mar 2008 22:52:58
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I definitely love all the directions you have taken this story, and would love to see its conclusion.
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# Posted: 19 Mar 2008 01:31:01
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it is torture waiting in anticipation for more of this story. please continue
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blue179
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# Posted: 19 Mar 2008 12:19:35
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Thank you for taking the time to comment guys, I really apreciate it. As for whether it is or ever could be real ? I'll leave that for you to decide. Suffice to say that I have read a lot of stuff on the fem dom and cuckold life style. Some of it fits well with my own experiences, some does not. Parts of my story really turn me on, other parts sicken me. Why would I write stuff that sickens me if its not true? Anyway, as I said, its up to you to decide. The main thing for me is to get it off my chest. The main thing for you is to enjoy ! Happy reading.
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# Posted: 19 Mar 2008 12:45:58
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Shit ! What could I do. Cocooned in the rubber sac I could maybe struggle to the edge of the bed and off the side. Maybe I could eventually wriggle myself to the closed bedroom door. Then what? I was still pondering desperately when the door opened. I tried to resign myself to the taunting and teasing that I knew I would get from M Julie. I would grin and bear it hoping she would loose interest quickly. Once released I would figure out a way to find my wife. If I could just talk to her, get her to listen, we could sort things out, make it ok again. Whatever it took to get her back, anything !
Imagine my surprise then when my darling wife came back into the room. She stood at the side of the bed smiling down at me. Fresh tears of joy and longing sprang from my eyes as she spoke.
'Are you sorry slave,' she asked. 'Do you want to beg me to forgive you. Would you like one more chance to prove you can cut it as my slave ?'
'Yes maam, please, I'll do anything you say, I swear.'
'Very well then, but this is your last chance, I mean it this time. If you screw up its over, clear?'
'Yes maam, I won't screw up I promise. I love you maam. I just want to be with you. I'll be a good slave I promise.'
'Stop blabbering and listen,' she demanded coldly. 'You will apologise. You will be totally sincere. You will convince everyone that you deserve to be my slave.'
Everyone, I wondered ?
'You will apologise and beg for forgivness from M Shirley, M Julie, Master John and finally me. If just one of us is unconvinced then I will be leaving immediately.'
But I had nothing to apologise to them for, I thought. This was crazy !
'Do you accept your final oportunity to please me or shall I go now!'
'Please maam, its just that...'
'Answer the question you worthless piece of shit !'
'Yes maam, I accept.......thank you.'
'Good. Now the bag stays on. As an extra incentive shall we say ? If any of us is not happy with your apology we will simply tighten the cord and leave you to the mercy of whoever is next in line. So I suggest you think very carefully about what you are going to say.'
She was gone to be replaced moments later by M Shirley who pulled a dressing table chair over to the bed and sat, crossing her nylon sheathed legs and looking at me expectantly.
It was frustrating having to speak ernestly to someone when my breath kept fogging their image through the loose plastic bag but I did my level best.
Please M Shirley, may I apologise for being as worthless as a slave as I am as a man.' I had to lay this on thick. It was really humiliating but, like I said, anything to stop my wife leaving with him.
'I know you worked really hard to train me and make me worthy of being my wife's slave. I'm sorry I have been such a poor pupil for you and I promise to work much harder. I love my wife so much ! She is very lucky to have met such a beautiful, kind and knowledgeable lady as yourself. She is very unlucky to have such a wimp as me for her husband. Please forgive me. I beg you M Shirley. I will do anything to stay with my wife. I'll make you proud to be my trainer, I swear.'
Still smiling M Shirley leaned over me and her hands moved to the cord around my neck. Oh no ! I'd failed ! Fallen at the first fucking fence!
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# Posted: 19 Mar 2008 13:25:13
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Just a minute. Yes ! She was raising the bag off my face, leaning closer, smiling. 'You're forgiven slave,' she whispered. 'Don't let me down.' She spat in my face before lowering the bag back in place, thankfully leaving it untied as she walked out.
I was still congratulating myself on my success when M Julie's face appeared over me. She sat in the seat left by M Shirley, leaning forward, her mouth smiling while her eyes, as always, remained cold as a reptile's.
'Please may I speak maam.' I asked respectfully.
She nodded so I began.
'Please M Julie, I would like to apologise to you. You are a very beautiful young lady and a pathetic wimp like me should be overjoyed that you would take the time to punish and humiliate me. I may have had difficulty in the past in repecting you fully because of your age but I have learned my lesson now. I worship the ground you walk on and if I can just be fortunate enough to remain as my wife's devoted slave I would be honoured to serve you too at any time in any way you please. I will happily beg you to hurt and humiliate me. I would be deeply honoured to serve as your baby when you baby sit me for my wife. Please maam, I love my wife so much. I will do anything you say. I will serve you in any way you please with the deepest respect. If I can just persuade her to stay and not leave with Master John. Thank you for listening to me and I apologise again with abject humility if I have ever failed to obey you or serve you properly as a beautiful woman like you deserves to be served by a worthless sissy like me.'
It had been really difficult to concentrate as I watched her giggling behind her raised hand. Now she was openly laughing at me. Fuck ! What a bitch I thought as I tried desperately not to let my feelings show on my face.
I waited, holding my breath , as she stood.
Crack ! she slapped my face. Crack ! the other side. Lifting the edge of the bag she leaned in close.
'Oh look, tears. Are they sissy slave tears wimp ?'
'Yes maam.' I answered, my face burning red. After all I'd been through how was it possible for this little bitch to embarrass me so deeply, so easily ?
'Do sissy slave tears matter wimp ?'
'No maam, not at all.'
'Good. Then let me show them the respect they deserve.' She spat in my eyes, left one then right.
'You are a very lucky slave.....for now. But I'll be watching you wimp. Upset me once if you dare. Fail to show your wife the respect she desrves from a sissy fucking wimp like you and I'll be waiting.'
With that she was gone.
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# Posted: 19 Mar 2008 16:45:28
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I was really dreading the appearance of my next visitor. He wasted no time on pleasantries as he sat on the chair. 'Alright faggot I'm here but I warn you now you're wasting your time. I don't give a fuck how hard you apologise I want your wife and there's nothing you can say that will change that.
Blinking salty sweat and M Julie's spit from my eyes I tried anyway. 'Please sir, I know I can never compete with you. You are a real man and I am just a worthless excuse for one. I just wanted to thank you for taking such good care of my wife and for making her so happy. She could not have chosen anyone better to join our game. I know she fancies you. I know she loves your cock and can't get enough of it. Please sir, she's my wife and I love her more than I can tell you. You deserve her much more than I do and she desrves to have a real man like you in her bed. That's why I hope you will visit us often. I will of course stay out of your way, unless I can be of service to you. I will obey you completely as my absolute master I swear. I know I have been a little reticent, I guess it's just that I've been so jealous of you. I wish my wife would look at me the way she looks at you. But I guess there's not much chance of that. What I'm trying to say is that I acknowledge your superiority as a man. I am nothing compared to you. Please though, please I beg you sir, please don't take my wife away from me. I love her so much.....'
'Rubbish !' he snorted. 'You don't love her at all. If you did you would want what's best for her and you know what that means don't you faggot ?'
He got up to leave and then turned back, 'Oh yea, I almost forgot.' Reaching toward me he took the ends of the cord around my neck, tied them into a knot and pulled them tight. 'Apology not fucking accepted !' he stated flatly and was gone.
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# Posted: 22 Mar 2008 10:24:38
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Shit, shit, shit ! This wasn't funny. I was lying here completely exhausted mentally and physically. I was dehidrated but swimming in sweat inside the rubber sac. I had the beginnings of a headache, and now I didn't know which to panic about first, loosing my wife or running out of air !
After a few minutes of trying to get the last dregs of oxygen from the stale air inside the plastic bag the latter worry was definitely winning. The plastic was sticking to my sweet soaked face so I had to stick out my tongue to push it away from my mouth, then heave desperately with my tired lungs. Faster and faster I breathed as my overloaded brain demanded more life giving oxygen and the only response my body could give was to suck even faster and harder at the little remaining dead air.
'OOf !' Suddenly a weight on my chest. My wife was lying on me. As she began to caress my face through the plastic I lost it completely. Using whatever air I could muster I screamed her name. I felt her hands grasp the plastic which clung to my face. Her nails dug in, one of them scratching my face as she tore a hole in the bag. Air ! My mind screamed. As I went to gasp in the cool life giving gas my lips were crushed, my mouth covered by my wife's as she kissed me deeply. Her soft pink tongue explored my teeth before plunging between them to wrestle with mine. I was gasping, heaving, trying desperately to satisfy my starved lungs. Each inward breath carried her scent. I breathed her. I inhaled my wife's essence. I wanted to push her away, to free my mouth to better draw in the air my body demanded. At the same time though, I wanted to draw her tighter to me, to feed my emotionally starved brain with her carress, to engulf her soft sweet lips, to swallow her darting tongue, to inhale her very essence, to drown myself in her body, to be united with her, a part of her. I needed to give up my individuality, to become a part of her, with her, within her, for always. Not a man, not her husband, not even her slave.....simply a part of her. To be used and enjoyed as she might see fit.
Then, just as suddenly as she arrived, she was gone. I lay panting, trying to get some form of grip on reality. That,s when I felt a new warm wetness on my thigh and knew that, for the second time, I had cum within the confines of my cruel chastity tube. Fuck ! Was this my life now ? Would I never know the exstacy of shooting my load from an unhindered cock ? Was I destined to be frustrated for month after month, slavishly devoting myself to my beautiful wife only to be rewarded with these pathetic parrodies of orgasm ?
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# Posted: 22 Mar 2008 10:46:55
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As my breathing slowed, so my head cleared and I remembered my predicament. John had refused my apology ! My wife would be leaving with him !
I was still wrestling with my thoughts when she came back to sit at my side. Looking up at her I remembered John's words. He was right. If I really loved her I would let her go. Wouldn't I ? As much as that thought hurt there was a masochistic part that found the idea of my beautiful, gorgeous wife leaving me permanently for another man an incredible turn on ! Also, I couldn't help thinking, the cage would come off. It would have to, the game would be over. I'd be free to cum for real, as many times as I liked, whenever I liked ! But my wife ! My darling wife ! How could I live without her ?
'Please maam,' I had made my decision, ' I know I failed the test. I'm sorry I couldn't convince Master John, but it's ok. I understand why you have to go. I only want you to be happy. If you need to be with him to be happy then I wouldn't stop you even if I could. I love you so much. I would do anything for you, be anything for you. I'll always love you and I'll always wait for you, just in case one day you want to come back. I'll be here as your husband or as your slave whichever you want.'
'That's very nice sweetheart but he's gone,' she smiled.
What ?
'I was never going to leave you silly. I was testing you, breaking you down, making sure that you felt just as strongly as I do that we belong together, that we are made for each other. I was born to be your mistress and you to be my slave. After all we've been through lately that is proved beyond all doubt don't you think ?'
'Yes maam !' I couldn't help smiling. She was staying ! She was mine ! My wife, my mistress !
'You should know my darling husband, we can never go back now. You are my slave forever. I intend to use you and abuse you as I see fit without any regard whatsoever for your needs, wishes or feelings. But never doubt this, you are mine forever, I will never leave you, never let you go.'
Those words might have sounded pretty scary, even crazy to anyone else. But to me, right then, they were everything I could ever wish for.
'Now, before we get you out of that nasty rubber sac, Master John left you a going away present. I've been keeping it warm for you. Guess where ?' she laughed as she stood, slipped off her nickers and stradled my chest once more, this time facing my feet.
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# Posted: 23 Mar 2008 10:58:10
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This story continues to amaze me!
I am so relieved that your wife did not leave you...I am very interested in finding out how she is going to use you in the future...I love this story
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# Posted: 23 Mar 2008 11:01:22
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When I was reading this update I was so mesmerized that I was lost in the moment...I was truly frightened that your wife would leave you. Now that I think about it I remember you posting a while ago that you get your wife's permission before posting each update. I should have known she didn't end up leaving you forever, but who has time to think when you have done such a great job at capturing our attention from update to update. Please continue on!
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# Posted: 23 Mar 2008 15:12:43
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Ok probably not most men's idea of an ideal way to spend time with their wife. My face crushed under her soft round cheeks, nose pushed into the valley between, tongue stretched to its limit boring into her most secret place, but there I was. Master John's thick white spunk coated my lips as I worked to time my breathing the increasing tempo of her movements. I was happy ! Happier than I had been for a long time. I was where I wanted to be, with my gorgeous sexy wife. No, scratch that, UNDER my gorgeous sexy wife. Serving her, pleasing her, being used by her. Even my own desperate need for satisfaction was secondary. I would cum when and where she chose in whatever way she desired. That was it. That was all I had and all I wanted.
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# Posted: 23 Mar 2008 15:16:25
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Humanchair I'd like to thank you for your comments and support. You have been more than kind. Thank you for reading my story. Thank you for taking the time to post so many comments, all of them so possitive. There is not much more to go now, I hope you enjoy it. In fact, I would like to dedicate the last part to you. Enjoy.
p.s. It will probably take me a few sittings but I will try to get through it asap.
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# Posted: 23 Mar 2008 15:39:21
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Finally satisfied my wife climbed off me. Unzipping the rubber sac she told me to take a shower then clean and put away the sac and mask. 'After that you can get dressed and run me a nice bath. I think I'd like you in the Victorian maid's outfit. I haven't seen it for a while. I'll help you with it. Then, while I relax in my bath I want you to pick out some nice undies for me. Something really sexy, maybe in white. I had a call from Jason this morning. He's home for a few days so I've invited him over this afternoon. I thought it might cheer me up, help me get over John's leaving.'
Shit ! She didn't waste any time did she ? Now that John was off the scene I was hoping for a bit of a breather, some time and attention for me before she started seeing other guys. Oh well, I guess I was going to have to get used to being my wife's permanent slave real quickly. No gentle break in period for me !
I'd forgotten how heavy and uncomfortable the victorian maids outfit was. The corset was torture, I had to breath in short shallow little breaths. My shower had been very refreshing and it felt incredibly good to be away from the confines of the sac but my freedom was short lived and I was soon sweating again.
I picked out a pretty silk slip with matching french knickers and laid them on the bed. As I did I heard her call from the bathroom ,' Whatever you choose had better be very sexy slave. If it's not I'll be taking it out on your ass !' I took the precaution of adding some white hold up stockings.
'That's very good slave,' she beamed when she came into the bedroom wearing just a soft pink bathtowel. 'You do have good taste don't you. I think I'll let you dress me for my lovers more often.'
'Thank you maam,' I curtsied as she smiled at me.
'Now, before you go, you'll remember earlier when I was kind enough to let you feel the inside of my fluffy little slipper with you tiny pee pee ?'
'Yes maam,' I remembered, in fact I was pretty sure I would never forget. Funny how such small inconsequential things could become so important to someone in my position !
'Well then you'll recall that I also promised you I would be using the other one to tan your hide, correct ?'
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# Posted: 23 Mar 2008 16:43:18
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'Yes maam,' I answered respectfully.
'Right over you go then, touch your toes.'
As I did so my wife lifted my heavy skirts and threw them forward over my head to expose my victorian knickered ass.
'Where is your belt slave ?' my wife exclaimed. I was confined inside the cruel chastity tube but my wife had not thought to refit the shield and belt that went over it, locking in place to further restict any access to my deprived cock and even my balls. It was hardly my fault she had forgotten to fit it.
'In future slave I want the belt on and locked at all times except when I remove it so that you can wash.'
'Yes maam, sorry maam,' I mumbled from under my skirts.
My cock was imprisoned inside the small steel tube and would, barring a medical emergency, remain that way. However, you may remember that the tube came with a shield that locked over the tube and belted around my waist. Its purpose to further remove any chance of me gaining access to my cock but also making it impossible for me to touch my balls, tap on the tube or tug at it, all of which I had considered in my desperation. The shield locked in place with a key and was removed only for washing. The tube which I mention again, partly to make sure my possition is understood and partly to help me come to terms with it myself, was non removeable. Which is why it had a small nozzle to which an accessory could be attatched. This was then fixed to a shower hose allowing cleansing water to be flushed around inside.
'Beating first and then I want it fitted. I was going to beat you simply for my amusement slave, but it seems that you are never happy unless you are giving me a reason to punish you. Well, so be it.'
The striking of her slipper stung my ass cheeks but was nothing compared to what I had previously endured. After about thirty strokes my wife bent down beside my head, 'Look at me slave.' I turned to look at her, careful to avoid eye contact. I wasn't sure if that was to be allowed now. Many of the rules governing my behaviour as a slave were instigated by Master John. Now that he was gone I wasn't sure quite where I stood in those respects.
'Yes you'd better keep your eyes averted slave,' she advised,' No tears though. That's a shame. Jason will be here soon and I want him to see tears in your eyes when you greet him at the door. What do you suggest my sissy slave ?'
'I I I I'm not sure maam,' I stammered.
'Really, ' she smirked cruely, 'I am.'
I heard a drawer open and close and then SWISH CRACK the thin bamboo of a cane sliced into my warm red glowing cheeks. After just three strokes my eyes were filled with tears. After six I was crying, sobbing, trying not to cry out. Thankfully, satisfied my wife had me stand. My knickers were dropped to allow the fitting of the shield belt and then swiftly pulled up.
'Go and kneel at the front door sissy. When Jason arrives let him in. Make sure you give him a little curtsy and make him welcome. bear in mind he is here at your mistresses invitation. Unlike you he is a real man. I need him in my bed giving me what you can't. He is your superior in every way, remember that. I want you to show him the same respect you do me. That's something you will have to get used to slave. When I choose to have a man make love to me that means I hold him in much higher regard as a man than I do you. Therefore he is desrving of your utmost respect. If you ever dare to show the tinyest sign of dissrespect to any man I choose as a lover or even a prospective lover, I will make you regret it deeply. Am I making myself clear?'
'Yes maam, very clear. I will do whatever you say maa. I am your slave. I will do anything to please you.'
'Good. Keep that attitude and you will get along just fine. Now go wait at the door. And slave,'
'Yes maam,'
'Keep those tears flowing. I want you to suffer the embarrassment of showing a real man to my bedroom with tears rolling down your cheeks. Jason will no doubt wonder why you are crying. Perhaps he will pity you. Perhaps he will be disgusted by you. Whichever, he will certainly find it very hard to respect you won't he?'
'Yes maam. '
'You don't deserve respect and you can be sure you won't be getting any. Not if I can help it. Do you think you can manage to live without respect slave?'
'Please maam,' I answered, fresh tears rolling down my cheeks as I kept my eyes on her tiny feet, 'I can live without anything but you.'
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