Merry Christmas Darling

Kneeling there, lips pressed firmly against the soles of her sexy slippers, eyes glued to the vibrating dildo as she thrust it in and out between the swollen lips of her moist pussy, I felt such love and devotion for my Mistress. I was honoured to be granted permission to watch as this godess pleasured herself. I'd had my chance to give her that pleasure and failed miserably. Now I could only kneel there watching a plastic cock do what I couldn't.
My own cock seemed to be mocking me as it strained desperately against the unyielding confines of its stainless steel primister. Why couldn't it have done that earlier?
As I tore my eyes from my darling Mistress I looked down as if in a trance. My fingers were sqeezing the tube of glue, sending the epoxy resin deep into the internal workings of the lock. It was strange. I felt like I was watching someone elses hand. I hadn't decided to do this had I?
'Mmmmmm,' I looked up to see my Mistress sitting up and watching me. 'That's a good girl,' she smiled. 'I'm going to treat you like a girl now. A girl slave that's what you are. Now come here and tell me what you are.'
'I'm your slavegirl Maam,' I mumred as I crawled forward to wards her.
'Yes you are aren't you? Now your Mistress has a dirty dildo doesn't she? What are you going to do about it slavegirl. Yes that's right, open up your girly little mouth so I can clean my plastic cock in there. That's a good girl'.
Her taunting words mixed with the heady smell of her perfume had me on the verge of passing out with desire for her. Then it began to sink in. What had I done? I would never make love to my darling wife ever again. I would never even feel her tiny fingers work their magic on my pathetic straining manhood. For fuck's sake, I would never even be able to jerk myself off! Not now, not ever!
Fear and regret wrestled with love and devotion for my Mistress as I sucked and licked her presious juices from the dildo. Finally, she pulled it from my devoted mouth and told me to listen very carefully.
'Michael will be home soon,' she began. Home? This used to be my home, our home. Now it was theirs, my wife's and her lover's.
'Before he gets here I want to get a few details sorted out. We've come a long way and it hasn't been an easy journey for either of us. In fact, we might never have made it to the wonderful place we have without the help of certain friends. I think it's only fair that those friends should have the oportunity the reap the rewards of all their hard work, don't you slavegirl?'
'Yes Maam, of course,'I answered, having not the slightest idea what she was driving at. I've discussed it with everyone and we've come up with a system, a kind of rota if you like. Here's how it's going to work'.

'Julie has a new flat just a couple of miles away and a new boyfriend who works on the rigs, two weeks on, two weeks off. The first week he is away she wants you over at her place. She's going to keep you as a big baby. She seems to really get off on that thing does'nt she? Not my cup of tea but I guess we all have our little perversions don't we slave? Anyway, she says she wants to explore the possibilities, push the boundaries, as she put it. At least it will be a break from housework for you won't it? It will give Michael and I some time alone together too, which I know he's really looking forward to. Poor guy, he's really very good with you but I think long term you might get on his nerves. So some time with you away will be good for everyone concerned.'
Not for me, I thought. The offense and embarrassment of being treated as a baby paled into insignificance against the thought of being away from my Mistress wife. Leaving her for a whole week with another man! My stomache churned at the thought.
'Now,' she continued,'For week two Julie will be coming back here with you.She wants to get you into that latex suit and girly mask. You remember those don't you. We got them to take away your identity. You walk around looking calm and peaceful as an atractive little maid while inside that suffocating suit you are sweating and crying. Shit I love that! I hope Michael gets back soon, I'm getting hot just thinking about seeing you like that again. Julie will relax in the guest bedroom and you will be her permisteral maid. No doubt she will have you cleaning house for all of us but you will be under her jurisdiction and consequently subject to her authority. I expect you to obey her completely and accept with gratitude any punishment she might see fit to bestoy upon you. Do I make myself clear?'
'Yes Maam.'
'Understand me slave, I will not tolerate the tinyest missbehaviour from you. I owe my friends a great deal, as do you. I will not have my reward to them tarnished by any pathetic attempts by you to suddenly try and be a man. You are not a man. You never will be a man. Nobody is going to treat you or consider you as a man. You exist for the amusement and convenience of me and my friends. You would do well to remember that'.
'Yes Maam, I will'.

Blue, It just gets better and better. Keep up the great work!!!!

'Now then, week three. For the third week in your schedule you will be under Mr Hudmister's wing. He wants you to stay over there.'
'Oh fuck!' I thought. 'Great news!'
'You've already sampled the little cage in his garage haven't you, and the whipping cross? Well I think you will be having a few relaxless nights cramped into that cage if I read his intentions correctly. I think he has a couple of new things he's built for you too. Make sure you show your gratitude. Wear your pink rubber maid's outfit with the high heeled boots, he'll love that I'm sure.You will be entirely under his authority whilst you are over there and he has carte blanche to do as he pleases with you. I know you're not entirely comfortable with some of his, shall we say excentrisities? But thats tough. We owe him a great deal. Show your respect and your gratitude at all times, and remember, whatever you are asked to do, you are doing it for me. Understood?'
'Yes Maam,' I mumred.
'Excuse me?'
'Sorry Maam, of course I'll do my best,' I promised, with more confidence in my voice than I felt.
'I think I'll have that again and this time you'll mean it. A smile would be nice too I think. Or are you forgetting who all this is for? Perhaps you don't apreciate all the time and effort I've put into making your wildest fantasies come true?'
'Sorry Maam, I do apreciate everything you've done, honestly. It's just.....'
'Yes?'
'Nothing Maam. Thank you for everything. I really will try my best to make you proud of me,'I smiled.
'We'll see,' she answered.
'Now then, we come to week four, the last week of your schedule. For that week you will be back here as maid to Michael and I. You will be dressed at all times as a victorian maid. Make sure you wear the corsett, stockings, pettycoats and so on. A wig and full makeup will be required at all times. Julie will be giving you some lesmisters in a applying it, make sure you pay attention. I want you looking the part. You will act like a scared young servant girl, terrified of her master or Mistress's displeasure. Make sure you look like a scared young girl, not like a stupid sissy pervert sad excuse for a man in a dress, do you understand?'
How was I supposed to do that? 'Yes Maam,' I answered anyway. She was hardly in the mood for questions!
'Make sure you carry yourself with humility, behave with the utmost respect at all times. Never look your master or I in the face, never answer back, never speak unless you are spoken to. Never turn your back on either of us. When you enter a room where we are you curtsy, when you leave you walk backwards curtsying as you go. Your duties will include washing our clothes, keeping our house spottless, preparing our meals and generally being at out beck and call twenty four hours a day. You will eat only the leftovers from our meals so as not to be a financial burden on us'.
Financial burden! They were living on my hard earned money!
You will relax in the garage. You can make up a little bed for yourself under the workbench. Slaves should not be allowed in the house after we have gone to bed'.
'So, that's your life in a nutshell. You will have no contact whatsoever with anyone outside of the schedule I just explained. You will confine yourself to a devotion to all of us, but especially to me. Don't look so worried, there will be an oportunity for you to gain a reward at the end of each four weeks if you work really hard. Not that you should need any reward beyond serving me, but I am, as always, too soft on you. So this is what we will do....'

'Each of us who take charge of you will keep a diary in which we record any plus or minus points in your behaviour. For example, failing to smile and thank Mr Hudmister for slippering your bare ass may cause him to give you one or more minus points. On the other hand, thanking your Master Michael for pissing in your doggy bowl of food scraps might please him enough to give you a plus mark.'
'On the last day of your four week schedule I'll get the diaries together and total up your points. Then Master Michael will take you out to the garage and string you up. For every minus point he will give you one lash of his belt. For every plus point I will give you one whack of my crop. Then the fun really begins'.
'I know how much you used to love me zipping you up in your rubber relax sac, then teasing your little tail while you struggled away so futilely, so...... I did some research and bought you a couple of presents. When your lovely beating is over you're going into the sac and then we'll tie you down onto the big wooden bench in the garage. Before I zip you up though, I'll be attatching some leads from my new tenns unit'.
'What unit?' I thought.
'Silly slave, its a little electric box that delivers controlled electric shocks to pads placed onto various parts of your body. Depending on your score you might recieve just a gentle buzz, which I read can be quite stimulating, or, if you've been naughty, I'll have to turn it up. I'll also be making a decision on how long the shocks go on for, how long I give you between them and, of course how long I leave you in the sac. Don't look so worried slave. It's in your hands. If you have to go through hours of *** it will be because you brought it on yourself. It really is in your hands. Well, in mine too if I decide to cheat I suppose,' she laughed.
'Oh, and also, as a really very special treat, if you are a very very good little slavegirl for everyone, I bought another little gadget. We'll have to take off your chastity shield to use it but obviously your tube will stay on. Not much I can do about that now even if I wanted to, which I don't. Anyway, this other gift I have for you is an elastic ring which slides over your tube and vibrates. It's connected to a control box so I can vary it the same way I can vary your shocks. So pain or pleasure. A little of one and a lot of the other or vice versa. It's up to you. I'm really excited about using them both aren't you?'
'Yes Maam, thank you Maam'.
'Who knows, with some really exemplary behaviour you might catch me in very gereous mood. I might just allow you enough vibration to have you leaking your little dribble of slave slime. Not an orgasm as such, you won't even be able to get hard, but I'm sure beggars can't be choosers now can they?'
'No Maam'.
'Good, I'm glad that's all settled. Now Michael will be here any minute. He's going to take you over to Juilie's so you can start your first week. And slave,'
'Yes Maam,'
'Smile. It's not the end of the world......Well it is for you kind of, ha ha ha ha!'

What a well written story

The mental pain & anguish truly make it powerful, while the Mistress's cruel & cutting remarks linger on in ones mind

Well done blue. I for one hope it continues

Alana

So, such is now my life. After all I'd been through it was an unpleasant surprise to find I could still be induced into cringing red faced embarrassment. Well wouldn't you? Sat on a baby quilt in the middle of the lounge wearing a big diaper, plastic pants and a little fluffy pink baby dress with matching booties, hat and mits. Forced to play with little dolls and call a beautiful girl half my age 'mama'.
Mr Hudmister's is even worse. How sad does a man have to be when the only sexual pleasure he gets is when a pompous, fat, hairy old man shoves his cock in and out of his ass? I hate it! Yet, at the same time I can't help yearning for it. Then hating myself for yearning for it! Worse still, he has informed me that an old buddy of his is coming to stay with him. He wants me to meet him, not as a man or as a neighbour but in my usual role wearing my usual outfit.
I want to tell my Mistress and ask her to intervene but what if she already knows? She made it very clear I was to do anything Mr Hudmister told me to do!
So, I spend two out of every four weeks away from my Mistress. I miss her dreadfully. Then, when I am back she pretty much ignores me which is even worse! I find myself longing for what she calls 'Judgement Day' at the end of the four weeks just so that she will acknowledge me, even if it's only to scold and punish me.
Then there is the sac. The tight confines, the heavy scent of rubber, the vibrations on my poor sensation starved cock! The need to cum overwhelms me completely! I cry out, scream, beg and plead. All to no avail. It's never enough. Then come the dreaded shocks. I hate them. I'd do anything to avoid them. I work my ass off to get good reports from everyone but there is always something they complain about. I end up needing the sac and dreading it in equal measure. Which I guess was my Mistress's plan all along. Fuck I love her!!!
My life is a dream, a perverts dream. Probably a lot of guys would give anything to be in my position. But be warned, fantasy is not the same as reality!
Would I change things? Would I like my life and my wife back? Shit yes, of course I would! The trouble is, I know and she knows that a few days after going back I would be fantasising again, yearning to be her slave. My life is a mixture of pain and pleasure, yearning and frustration. But then, isn't everyone's. But not everyone gets to have their wildest fantasies become reality. I did, so I can't complain. Who would listen anyway?

Thanks for reading guys and girls. It's been almost exactly a year I've been writting. I hope you enjoyed it. I'm off now to find out what my special reward is for reaching 100,000 views. My Mistress told me that it is something that will go on for several days and she will write about it on here if anyone is interested. So please let her know if you are. Once again, thanks for your interest. Wish me luck with my reward. I think I've earned it !!!

One year and 15 pages, a story that drifted between love, cuckoldry, use and the improbable. I am so tempted to say that she should now leave you alone for a while, her time with you has simply gone on too long. I don't think your tale really belongs on this site, it drifted into hardcore FemDom quite some time back and her 'last chance test' doesn't really recover that.

And yet ... I have to admit that (like the classic 'Bitchy Tease') your story has always had the occasional flash of sheer brilliance. Your imagination transends the improbable just enough to make me finish it and be positive on balance. No doubt the Femdom fans will mourn its end and plead for more. I suspect its end will free you to write the separate stories you have been aching to write for some time.

For what its worth, and in keeping with the story, your Mistress should take you to a specialist locksmith and get your tube removed, for good. She should still restrict your ability to orgasm of course, perhaps by chemical means for a while. She should also re-grow your little soldier (there are means). How frustrating would that be. To have a large, available dick again, and still be unable to use it. To fuck perhaps, but never to come.

Merry Christmas Blue.

Good Luck Blue, and of course we all want to hear from Your Mistress, You lucky cuck you!

the greatest story ever told....thanks blue,,,high heels forever ohhhh yeah !!!

Great ending to a fantastic story. (Although I do hope to hear some more of this "reward". ;) )

Interested - hook line and sinker - still the best story read, always wanting more. Cannot wait for your wife to post her bit!

Tanya x

Yes, a fantastic story, although some of it seems hard to believe

Yet masochism & sadism feed off each other & some "normal" people do take it to an advanced level, so I have no reamister to doubt blue. He's even admitted he's taken the liberty of adding embellishments to enhance the story, so the majority of it seems valid. I just have to wonder what you two do when your grown youngren come over LOL

What amazes me about this particular story is the intense psychological masochistic & sadistic needs of the two main participants. Talk about a perfect study. A book should be written about you two

What makes this even more intense is it's not your usual Mistress/Master/slave relationship. Not your usual "submissive serves" story. It involves all that to be sure, yet the emotions of love, marriage, soul mates, partners & cuckolding are there too, adding a powerful twist to an already powerful story

Trust me, being a bisexual submissive female, I understand the power of offense. I understand the need. But this, this is beyond anything I've done or could do, because it involves losing the core principal of what it means being a partner, a soul mate, a loved one. It involves losing the one thing you yearn for, the thing that you live for.....
the woman you love with all your heart & soul

The mental masochism involved here is simply stunning. You'll actually give up holding her again, kissing her, confiding in her? You'll never lay with her again, cuddle, hug or feel the warmth of her body next to yours? All this while living under the same roof, seeing her all the time too? Wow, & I thought I was a masochist

Then we have your wifes situation. She goes from a loving & caring wife to a cruel, sadistic bitch (no insult intended) in no time flat? Her cruelty is stunning & the way in which she relishes her role is utterly amazing. This is one woman I'd like to meet LOL

Your story is such that even though it's exciting to read of all your exploits, I cannot help but hope you two eventually go back to your "normal" lives & become the loving couple yet once again. It has that human element to it


I cannot wait to hear your wifes side. As honest as you've been blue, it would be simply amazing to hear her honest opinions on you, what she gets out of it (although that seems obvious LOL) & how she feels regarding this entire relationship as it stands now

Anyway, thanks for the story blue. It's an amazing story of masochism, sadism & the outrageous levels some will partake in to reach their nirvana

Brilliant story, as said previously by others, parts of it a little unbelieveable..
Looking forward to hear what your Mistress has to say

MISTRESS SPEAKS !

Sorry about the dramatic title boys and girls. I just wanted to make it clear that it will be me writing on here from now on. I'll call myself N if that's ok. I have to be discreet for obvious reamisters. I'll call my cuckold slave husband Missy because, well, that's his name now. He is not allowed computer access now, he has far more important things to do, so he won't get to read any of this. That will allow me to be more open and candid about things, the idea being to give those who are interested an insight into our little game from my point of view. Please feel free to comment or ask questions as we go along. I've never posted on a site before so you'll have to forgive me if I'm a little unproffessional.
So, you'll remember I promised Missy a reward for getting 100,000 views of our story. I was amazed there was so much interest. And yes, those who doubted it, it is true, well almost all of it is. He did exagerate a couple of things but the rest happened just as he described it. I don't blame him for stretching the truth a little bit. In fact it's actually quite usefull to me because it gives me a real insight into what turns him on the most about our situation. That, in turn, gives me ideas on how to proceed. You have to understand, it hasn't been easy for me. We've messed around with mistress slave games, bondage and cuckolding for years. We always enjoyed it but his one abiding critisism was always that it ended too soon, it did not go far enough, I always gave in too easily. Well, not anymore. This time I was determined that there was no way he was going to be able to make that critisism! I hope you'll agree I succeeded?
So, unlike my sissy husband, I will be telling you exactly what happened for his reward. No exageration, no poetic license, just what happened and how I felt about it. I hope you enjoy.
N.

I wanted my slave husband's reward to be overwhelming for him in terms of both pain and pleasure. I needed to hurt and humiliate him deeply but also to keep him at the very peak of frustration. Also, I decided that everything should revolve around the number 100 because of his 100,000 views.
His face as he knelt in front of me was so cute. His eyes pleaded for some show of mercy as his lips smiled with love and devotion. 'Are you ready for your reward Missy?' I asked him casually.
'Yyy Yy Yes Mmmmaam.' He was so excited he could hardly speak the poor baby.
'Very well. But, you must give me your solemn word that you will obey my every command. I cannot have the slightest show of disrespect or ingratitude. Do I make myself clear?'
'Yes Maam, of course Maam. I'll do whatever you say. And thank you for this Maam. I know I don't deserve your attention. I'm really very very grateful'.
Oh he was laying it on thick wasn't he? I guess that's what being denied a proper orgasm for so long does to a man. He was putty in my hands. I almost felt sorry for him. I had to steel myself though. Any show of weakness on my part would spoil the enjoyment for both of us. It's surprisingly difficult being a complete bitch for long periods of time. It takes more strength than you would imagine. Sometimes it's fun but other times I just want so much to hold him, to be like we were. He's been my husband for so long, my soulmate, my best friend. I miss him sometimes. Oh well, maybe one day soon, but not yet. Not while I still have a few tricks up my sleeve. I had to stay strong, to keep my promise to him.
'Go to the garage slave. Strip off your uniform and wait for me'. I smiled as I watched him curtsy and back away from me, eyes cast down at the floor. Being in charge of a devoted sissy slave had its upside too. Oh yes! His frilly knickered ass bobbed cutely as he turned and hurried to obey me.
I waited for about half an hour, letting the tension build before I asked my young stud Michael to go tie Missy's wrists to the wooden truss that runs through the garage roof. Also I wanted his ankles fixed to a spreader bar.
About an hour later I strolled casually into he garage from the kitchen side door. Michael had done an excellent job. Missy was spread tightly up and out like a starfish pinned to a wall. I was wearing my black leather dress, thigh length leather boots over black stockings and long kid skin gloves that reached my upper arms. My heels clicked across the concrete floor till I stood behind him. I reached around and lightly stroked his chest, down to his steel encased groin then on to his thighs. He was shivering in uncontrollable lust by the time I stepped back. Michael brought me a nice chilled glass of wine as I stood in front of my slave. His eyes were out on stalks as he took in my outfit.
'Eyes down slave,' I warned him. 'You don't want to spoil your surprise by making me angry do you?'
He dropped his head and appologised as I opened a cupboard and took out the items I'd plced there earlier. A wide leather belt belonging to Michael, my old riding crop and a brand new leather cat of nine tails I'd picked up on the internet.
'There are several parts to your reward Missy. You must pass each one like a test before I allow you to go on to the next. Each part will revolve around the number 100. This first part will consist of 100 blows from instruments of my choice. To begin with I choose my lover's belt'.
There is something desperately sexual about having your lover beat your husband's ass with his belt and I felt myself becoming arroused as I handed it to Michael. 'Twenty five please my darling, as hard as you like. Show me what a big strong boy you are.'

Well hello Mistress. It's great to finally hear from the woman herself

I'm truly fascinated by the psychological dynamics of this incredible story. Being a submissive masochist myself, I've done exhaustive research on the subject in order to find insight on my own feelings. While I understand the vast underpinnings of the masochistic mind, ie, where the need comes from, it rarely, if ever, is undertaken at the expense of the loss of ones soul mate, life partner & love of their life

Don't get me wrong. I'm aware that you're still with him, in a sense, & have no idea what your true intentions are. But as this "game" has unfolded, it's in every sense of the word his loss. The loss of his wife, her affections, her touch & her love

That is what makes this story unique

I have many questions for you, but will wait until you delve further into your perspective

Thank you so much for honoring us with your postings

Alana

Alana, thank you for your comments and your patience. You are very insightful. I hope that my tale continues to interest you and that I may provide adequate answers to your many questions in due course.

M stood behind my slave husband smiling at me as he raised his arm. CRACK ! I thought Missy was going to jump out of his skin. He knew it was coming but I guess there are some things you just can't prepare yourself for. 'Not a sound Missy', I warned him. CRACK ! I sipped my wine pretending indifference whilst all the while the heat in my groin grew. Michael has really warmed to his role lately and I couldn't ask for a better Master for my little cucky. Missy's face contorted in agony as he tried desperately to please me.
By the third stroke it was obvious that Missy was not going to be able to stay silent. I had no worries about Mr Hudmister hearing him cry out but what if some passer-by should hear? I pulled down my black silk knickers and stuffed them into Missy's mouth. He always loves to be gagged like that. Then I retrieved a roll of cling film from the kitchen, wrapping it tightly around his head. I left his nose free to breath but completely mummyfied the rest of his head. He has a serious fetish for plastic so that should help take his mind off the pain.
As soon as the twenty fifth stroke landed I grabbed Michael's hand and dragged him from the garage. Part of me really felt sorry for my poor chastised hubby but there was a much stronger part that revelled in his suffering, fed on it, ached for it. Shit what was I becoming?
Once in the kitchen Michael tried to pick me up to carry me to the bedroom but I couldn't wait. My lips crushed his as I struggled with the zip of his jeans. Falling to my knees I freed his straining weapon and engulfed it with my warm wet mouth. Within second we were rutting like rabbits right there on my kitchen floor. There was no foreplay, no finess, we were both too turned on for that. We just fucked and fucked until we collapsed in a sweaty heap gasping for breath. I said a silent thank you to my unwitting slave husband for affording me such exquisite sexual euphoria.
Eventually I found the strength to get back to the garage. I unwrapped the sweaty cling film from Missy's face, removed the knickers from his mouth and used them to wipe Michaels cum from my overflowed pussy. He grimaced as I replaced them in his mouth and rewound the cling film, making him nice and cozy. Then I stood right up behind him and gave him a cuddle, kissing the side of his plastic encased face and telling him what a good boy he was. Raising my hands I slipped one arm around his neck pulling him tight into me while, with the fingers of my other hand I pinched his nose closed. Tied as he was he was copletely at my mercy. After a bit of struggling I let him take a couple of breaths and made him beg me to do it again. So I did, ten times. Well, I didn't have time for a hundred.
Collecting my trust old crop I laid into his thighs without further ado. I told him I was very dissappointed that he was not more enthusiastic about my sladying him. I'm not as strong as Michael but I soon had those thighs so red and welted that I had to switch to the backs of his legs to finish the twenty five. I don't want him permanently marked so I have to be careful. After stroke number twenty five I placed my crop between the cheeks of his quivering backside and told him to hold it there. 'If you drop it before I remove it we start again slave!' He was shaking and sobbing through his nose as I left and closed the door behind me.

After changing into a light summer dress and my white wedge sandals I made a light lunch which Michael and I enjoyed in the garden with a glass of wine. I was a little tipsy by the time I made it back to the garage but I still noticed the crop lying on the floor. 'Oh dear, I see my slave has decided he needs his Mistress to beat him some more.
'Mmmm mmmm!' He begged.
'Too late for apologies slave,' I said as I unwrapped his head and removed my sopping knickers from his mouth. 'We'd better gag you properly hadn't we?' I quickly fitted a large ball gag in place and secured the various straps around his head. I could tell from his stare that he was still in good enough shape to apreciate my outfit.
'This seems like just the oportunity I've been waiting for to try out my new toy'. I smiled as I carressed the leather thongs of the cat. His eyes widened when he saw that !
'Not exactly the reward you were hoping for slave? You should know by now. The only pleasure you are permitted it to be a witness to my pleasure, or, on rare and hallowed occassions, to be allowed to contribute to it. You exist for my enjoyment slave. Your pain and frustration delight me. You do want me to be happy don't you slave?'
He nodded enthusiastically, a good enough sign for me to continue. SWISH ! Wow that did the trick ! I hadn't even put much power into the blow but the effect was amazing. Missy gasped and writhed at at his bonds like a man possessed.!

I have been following this story for a number of months and have enjoyed the highs and lows. I can't wait to hear your side mistress and appreciate the time both of you have put in to this.

Thank you for sharing.

I have been following this story for a number of months and have enjoyed the highs and lows. I can't wait to hear your side mistress and appreciate the time both of you have put in to this.

Thank you for sharing.

"It's surprisingly difficult being a complete bitch for long periods of time. It takes more strength than you would imagine"

That right there is something few people realize

A few have commented on the amount of cruelty & overall extremeness of the Mistress's actions. Yet that is the way they chose to "play". Her husband obviously wants & needs this degree of intensity

While it's a human trait within us to feel compassion for blue & understand how hard it must be to endure this kind of treatment, most of us dismiss the other side

Yes, the dominant partner receives the "fringe benefits" of her role & generally leads a life of leisure, but I don't think many understand the amount of work that goes into said role

Unless you're of Elizabeth Bathory's ilk, it's hard being heartless, conniving & cruel 24/7. It takes an incredible amount of mental toughness & dedication to consistently play the role to the hilt

Let's give the Mistress credit where credit is due. She's done an amazing job

Twilight Zone again ...

Thank you Alana. It is a great relief to know there is someone out there who can understand my feelings, and perhaps even those of my husband. I look forward to talking more with you.
Peakmb, so little imagination. And yet you keep coming back. Thank you for that and for taking time to comment. I know, as does my husband what has and is happening in our relationship. You can only guess. Try to keep an open mind. Although I've no doubt, the majority of people on this sight and others like it have very little, if any, real experience, there are some, like my husband and I, who have pushed beyond the usual boundaries. Isn't that how progress happens?

This is the best cuckold story i have ever read, actually it's the best story i have ever read...please continue with this masterpiece. i am loving every minute of it, reading this story is the highlight to my week.

I too love this story humanchair, as do many, many others. Over 100,000 views is certainly nothing to sneeze at. That's quite an accomplishment

No matter what your feelings regarding the validity of this story, I just wish others would comment more. Writing is a chore, & these two people are working hard to bring their story to us. Everyone keeping up with this story should show their appreciation by commenting. Regardless if your opinions are pro or con, it's always nice to know others are enjoying your work

At least they know, through the vast number of views, that many are enjoying their story & their hard work isn't in vain

I rarely frequent "sex" related sites. I'm much to busy in my real life & live with my significant other, who's not into BDSM. I'm not into photo's or video's all that much, as I prefer the real thing

Besides, the entire "cuckold" thing has nothing to do with me really. I'm female, bisexual & prefer serving females only. From what I gather, it's pretty much a male submissive "thing", although I'm aware that many females are into it too, but for obviously different reamisters

My interest lies in the incredible acts of love denied, betrayal, toying with emotions & the delicious cruelty shown to a "loved" one

Women are supposed to be demure, passive & stand behind their man, right? LOL, yeah right. Sorry fellows, the Mistress is a woman who knows what she wants & isn't afraid to go get it

Watch out what you wish for. Although her husband asked for this, she's taking advantage of it, & why shouldn't she? Yes, it's a "game", but is said game simply for the males enjoyment? She's the one who puts all the work into it. Why shouldn't she enjoy it & get as much or more out of it? More power to her. The male mind is much more active regarding fantasies than the female mind. They want this, they want that. Well, don't bitch when you get exactly what you asked for

As the Mistress stated, I'd guess very few people on this board have any actual experience in the many varieties of "kink" related here. I have quite a bit & understand the levels some will take it to in order to reach their utopia, to reach that feeling of bliss

So don't judge the story, enjoy it. Enjoy the words coming from an intelligent, modern woman who strives to understand her husbands kink & actively works to bring it to life. How many males here can say they've ever met a woman who would invest so much time & effort in order to learn what makes her husband tick?

She's absolutely amazing

Anyway, again, it's the elements within the story that keeps bringing me back

I have been follow the story from the start and look forward to new installments each day.

I follow with interest being a submissive transgender permister and
know my ex wife would never accept any part of the cockold life style as she did no0t accept my transition.

keep up the great work i like that now you have your chance to share your feelings and thoughts.

'I thought you said you wanted to make me happy slave?' I demanded.
'Mmmm, Mmmmm !' He nodded emphatically.
'Then let's see you dance for me some more!' SWISH, SWISH, SWISH.
Wow, he was going to look like a cooked lobster soon. His squeeling brought Michael to the garage to see what was going on. I didn't want him to take over the cat from me, it was bad enough just me using it. So I hurried through the rest of the allotted twenty five strokes. Missy looked like he was connected to the mains as he danced like a puppet on the end of his strings, crying and begging me to stop. I wanted to give him the chance to breath but dared not give Michael the chance to take over. It was for his own good but I still felt like a complete bitch.
Sending Michael to get my fluffy blue dressing gown, I threw down my new toy and grabbed my slave trying to calm him. He was still writhing and sceaming even though I'd stopped.
'Ssh, ssh,' I soothed him. 'It's over baby, it's ok, it's over.' Eventually he calmed down and I wiped his sweating face with a towel. He was crying and saliver was running out of him mouth around the ball of his gag. I undid it and wiped his mouth. I was on the verge of calling it a day. I'd gone too far. Then he spoke.
'Please Maam, ' he gasped, still out of breath. 'That was the worst beating you've ever given me. I hated it! I knew I couldn't stand another second. But you knew different. It was incredible. I can't explain it but I just felt so broken to you, so in awe of your beauty and the power you have over me. I love you so much Maam. I'll do anything you say, I promise, anything. I love you Mmmmmaaaam'.
He was suddenly really sobbing. I wanted so much to hold him but he'd just told me he didn't want that. We'd crossed a barrier. We both knew it. I thought we'd gone too far and he must have sensed my feelings. He'd sought, through his pain and tears to reassure me. He wanted me to know that he wanted this. There really were no limits to the power he wanted me to have over him. Alright, I thought, fair enough.
The last thing I should do after that revelation was to weaken. I had to reassert myself, show him I was still calling the shots. I did not need the permission of my slave to beat him.
'Shut the fuck up!' I screamed. I was really angry. I'd felt sorry for him and he'd basically pushed away my pity, refused it. Very well then.
'I am so sick of your wining fucking voice! Shut your mouth and keep it shut. The next time you speak wihout my permission we start again from the beginning. Do you understand you ungrateful piece of cuckolds brownie?'
He nodded quickly, staring down at my feet.
'We still have another twenty five to go I think, so let's get right onto it shall we?'
Michael came back just as I picked up a long bamboo cane from a shelf to one side of the garage. 'Wrap it round his pathetic slave face would you darling? It should muffle his screams, not to mention relieving me of having to look at his ugly fucking face'.
Hiding his face was deliberate. If I couldn't see his eyes I would find it much easier to go on hurting him without the pangs of guilt. I was just preparing myself, measuring the distance for my swing, when Michael piped in, 'What about this?'
He'd found an old cricket bat on the same shelf as the bamboo canes. I hadn't considered it but actually it might be quite effective. 'How clever you are baby,' I congratulated him. 'Why don't you try it?'
Squaring himself up behind missy he swung as if he were hitting a six for England. What a crack! Right on his sissy ass! Missy got such a shock he couldn't get enough air into his lungs to scream! I took advantage of the moment to lash the cane across the front of his thighs. That freed some air! I wondered if he was still enjoying his punishment. Or rather his reward. I doubted he would be so magnanimous now.
I was enjoying myself again, even getting turned on. Power is such an aphrodisiac! My slave wanted me to have absolute power over him. What's more he wanted me to use that power. To disregard him, treat him as nothing more than an amusement, a convenience. Therin lay the real reward for him. Despite the cost in pain, offense and frustration, it's what he wanted, what he needed. This was the ultimate enjoyment for him. The only thing that could improve it further, make it absolutely perfect.....was if I could enjoy it too. No, not just enjoy it, need it, ache for it as much as he did. Well, why not? We'd come this far.
The rest of the blows fell quickly in a haze of emotion for me. I don't even remember if we counted twenty five. Michael and I watched each other, each revelling in the shear power and cruelty of the other. My slave husband had become exactly what he yearned to be. A means to an end. A tool to be used for my enjoyment. I wasn't even considering him anymore. I was fixated on my lover. I wanted him in the worst way. I was like a bitch in heat. Throwing down my cane I wrapped myself around him and we fell to the cold concrete floor. I could have fainted with desire when he literally ripped my dress off me. We both tore at the waist of his jeans freeing his rock hard manhood. I think I screamed as he impalled me. I grasped him to me with arms and legs oblivious of our surroundings as I was transorted into the most powerfull orgasm of my life. I remember staring up at my slave as he hung in his bonds struggling to breath through the perfumed layers of my fluffy dressing gown. Then I ******.
The next thing I knew was Michael gently slapping my face to bring me round. He was obviously well impressed with the result his prowess had had on his woman. We both burst out laughing like naughty school kids.
Still giggling we picked ourselves up. I sent Michael ahead to have a stiff take and meet me under a hot shower. I stood looking at my slave, listening to him breath through the soft thick material of my dressing gown. Running my hands over the weals and bruises that covered his body, I told him. 'I understand now slave. I really do. I won't make any more mistakes. From now on you are really my property. You'll never be anything more. I hope you're glad you got what you wished for'.
With that I grabbed his head holding him to me. He shook as I held him, his whole body shivering in exhaustion. I could release you now if I wanted to. I'm sure that's what you'd like isn't it?'
I felt him nod against my shoulder.
'Pity it's not what I want.' I sighed, leaving go of his head and stepping back. 'I'm tiered so I'm going to join my lover in lovely hot relaxing shower. Then we'll retire to our bed. We'll probably make slow gentle love and fall arelax in each other's arms. Best of all, I doubt if I'll even give you a second thought. Stuck here in this cold garage. Desperately uncomfortable, aching, muscles screaming for relief. Well, then again, now that I think about it, maybe I will think about you. As I drift off, warm and snug. Happy in my lovers arms. Happy in the knowledge of my slave's suffering. Goodnight Missy. Sweet dreams'.

Thenext morning I was tired so I asked Michael to go to the garage to rlease Missy. He could take a shower and dress in his maids outfit before making us breakfast, then we could discuss the next part of his reward. I fell back to relax and knew no more until Michael woke me about two hours later. He said he had a confession to make. Seeing my husband hanging there all red and bruised moaning about his aching limbs brought out the caveman in him. He wanted to show Missy who was in charge. I guess he wanted to show me too, that he could take the initiative and deal with our slave without any input from me. He had slipped out and gone for a quick walk into the woods at the bottom of our garden, returning with a binbag full of fresh stinging nettles.
Missy had a taste of these once before but this time was worse. Much worse. After wrapping my heavy winter coat around Missy's head, over the top of the fluffy dressing gown so as to quieten his cries and avoid waking me, Michael had used some heavy gauntlets to handle the nettles. Using the rest of the cling film he had wrapped Missy's entire body in nettles! He said it really woke him up big time!
I was pleased that Michael was enjoying getting involved but I was also worried about my poor slave husband. We'd really broken him last night, then he had all night tied in considerable discomfort. Now this. I pretended not to hurry as I slipped on my dressing gown and padded in my slippers to the garage.
Missy was trying desperately to stay still. Even the slightest movement must have resulted in more stings. I thought about cuddling him. What a double edged pleasure that would be for him. Instead though I hurried to unwrap him and loosened his bonds. I had to shout and kick him to get him off the floor and away to the shower. He cried quietly while I soothed his skin with lotion.
'Come along now Missy, you can stop crying now. I know that was hard on you, especially the nettles, but that's just too bad. Michael and I enjoyed it immensely and that's all that matters. Now, since you've been good we will start the second part of your reward tommorrow. You can relax the rest of today so you have plenty of energy'.
'Please Maam, please can you tell me what the next part is. I can't stand any more....'
'You will stand whatever I fucking well tell you to stand. Or would you rather stop right now and forget about your reward. It's up to you. You're the one who's waited all this time. Well?'
'I'm sorry Maam. Please can we go on. I know whatever it is will be marvelous'.
'That's better. Now off to bed slave. Here, you can take my slippers to cuddle. Make sure you give them lots of loving kisses.'
When I checked in on him later he was sound arelax in the spare room, my fluffy slippers clutched tightly in his hands, pressed against his face. Looking down at him I almost felt sorry for him. But this was what he wanted. How could I denie him the finale he'd waited for so long?'