Merry Christmas Darling

It was a couple of months later when I discovered something about my wife that shocked me. You might think that would be difficult after all that had gone on over the previous year, but it seemed she still had a few surprises in store for me.
I was still struggling to come to terms with our new situation. The thought of waiting two years before being allowed to cum simply filled me with despair. To be fair to my wife she did work incredibly hard to ensure I was in a constant state of sexual excitement. Every one of my fantasies came to life in her s*******ful hands, even the ones I had never really wanted to become reality. I was her devoted slave and could think of nothing but pleasing her. I did not understand it then and I still don't. The more she used me, scorned me, humiliated me and teased me - the more I loved and worshipped her. It was probably my inability to focus on anything but her that lost me my job. I had been with the same firm for many years and so the pill was sweetened with a nice fat redundancy cheque and a pension. Hence we would not be badly off. In fact it would be nice to have more time available to spend with her. I had no idea how far she wanted to go with our adventure or how long she wanted it to last but perhaps, with more time available, I thought, we could speed things up, intensify the game still further, take it to its zenith then get back together and be a couple again. That's what we always did. In fact the getting back together was the best bit. After such a long and intense game it would be incredible, amazing, mind blowing this time!
I arrived at our house as per schedule wearing a track suit over my maids outfit. I was hoping my wife would let me give her the news of my redundancy before setting me at my housework. The first surprise came when she opened the door wearing almost an exact copy of my uniform. Unlike me, however, she looked amazing.
'Don't look so shocked slave,' she said as I followed her into the lounge unable to tear my eyes from her cute little silk panties and black nylon stocking tops.
'In case you have any silly ideas,' she warned,' I will not be helping you with your housework. This outfit is for John's benefit. Come here and kneel in front of me and I will tell you why he likes it.'
I obeyed instantly, kneeling and looking down at her cute little feet balanced pricariously in patent leather stilletoes with viciously thin pointed heels. She lifted one leg and placed her foot on the couch telling me to look up. I was not normally allowed to look higher than her knees and so eagerly lifted my gaze intending to take in the fragile beauty of her face. Unfortunately my gaze became rivetted on the black silk panties moulded tight to her forbidden pussy.
Laughing at my discomfort she continued, ' John likes to play a game. It's kind of a role play thing. You understand how sexy role play games can be don't you cucky?'
My mouth was so dry that my reply was still stuck in my throat as she continued. 'He likes to pretend he is the master of the house and I am the new servant girl. I need the job desperately and he is happy to take advantage of that.'
The fact that my darling wife was prepared to play sex games to please another man was heart breaking for me but more was to come.
'He pretends to find fault with my work and threatens to fire me. I act all panicked and terified. I desperately need the job so I beg him to reconsider. Eventually he offers me the alternative. I must go over his knee for a sound spanking to teach me the error of my ways. That was the biggest shock. We had tried such games only a couple of times early in our marriage. They had never worked. I could never quite play the dominant role convincingly enough and she made it very clear that she was way too dominant to ever belittle herself to me. It seemed though that she had no such problems performing such a role for her lover!

blue179: I am touched by your story so far. This is sent upon my reading of your October 29 presentation. you should know that i am incorporating some of your wife's ideas for psychological conditioning into my own relationship with my sissy. One slight difference, at least so far, is that I have him shave me, and he may touch me in my intimate places, but only for that purpose and not for his pleasure. you express your love of agony very well, and you have captured the idea that unless drastic measures are taken by the domme, the sub controls the relationship, as the domme must satisfy the sub in order to keep the sub's interest in continuing the relationship. your wife has obviously gone past that point. I congratulate you for recognizing what you have both done. I look forward to reading more of your presentation. Ginger.
Ginger23

Thank you Ginger for you insightful comments. My wife says that you sound like an interesting permister and has instructed me to ask if you would like to discuss ideas and experiences here within the forum, perhaps in a seperate thread ? Thanks again and hope you continue to enjoy my tale.

To my amazement my wife continued, ' After my spanking I stand in front of my master with tears in my eyes rubbing my burning backside. Although it hurts to begin with the heat eventually reaches my pussy and I actually start to get turned on by the pain. Its a pitty you never had the balls to drag me over your knee and smack my ass, maybe things would have turned out differently, ' she mused. 'Anyway, as I stand there I notice the bulge in the front of my master's trousers and , seeing me looking, he begins to massage it. I pretend to be shocked, playing the shy little virgin. I turn to run away but he jumps up, grabs my hand and pulls me back, powering himself on me, crushing my lips with his, pushing his wet tongue between my lips. I cry out and he slaps me across my face. Shocked into silence I stand sobbing as he runs his hands over my breasts squeezing them painfully. Laughing at my pain and embarrassment he informs me that I have a choice. I can submit to his demands and do exactly as he says or I can get out of his house. Without a refference there is no way I will get another job and so I submit, going to my knees as instructed and unzipping his flies to pull out his engorged manhood. Slapping my cheeks with his cock he demands I open my mouth before powering his cock into my throat. I gag and fetish begging for mercy, pretending to be disgusted by him whilst all the while my need for him grows. Its something a sissy cuckold like you would never understand,' she smiles down at me. I understand more than she thinks as the thought of my gorgeous wife allowing another man to mistreat her like that disgusts and saddens me deeply while, at the same time maddens me with lust. I only wish I might be allowed to watch this action take place instead of just hearing about it from her.
'Growing frustrated with my virgin-like attempts at fellatio,' she went on,'he throws me to the floor demanding I kneel on all fours. Lifting my skirt he pulls aside my knickers and in one swift movement, plunges his rampant cock into my virgin pussy. I scream and beg for mercy as he takes my virginity, laughing as he takes his cruel pleasure, smacking my ass with one hand as he pulls my hair with the other. After a while he withdraws and turns me onto my back. Tearing off my knickers he plunges into me once more. He demands I wrap my legs around him and slaps my face once more telling me to shut the fuck up! As I lie there I have to remember to look completely passive. I yearn to hold him and kiss him but my role demands that I maintain an air of disgust and despair. Even when I cum I must try to hold back and not show it. Finally, as my cruel master's strokes quicken I beg him not to release his seed inside me, telling him I am not protected. I beg him not to make me pregnant but he just laughs and ploughs away all the harder. As he cums he spits in my face calling me a slut and a whore. I whimper and plead with him as I feel his heavy load of baby making juice hose my virgin womb.'

As she related her tale my wife had begun lightly stroking her nylon covered pussy. I guess her thoughts turned her on as much as they did me but unfortunately there was no way I could stimulate my caged cock even if I had dared to try.
Snapping out of her day dream, my wife dropped her raised leg to the floor and slapped me hard across my face. 'Get on with your work slave. Your master will be home soon and I doubt very much if he will be impressed to find you gawking at my pussy instead of doing your housework.'
Scrambling to my feet I made for the lounge door to begin my chores in the kitchen. I was loading the washing machine when I heard John, my wife's live in lover coming in the back door. As he entered the kitchen my wife came in from the lounge. I expected her to greet him with a hug and a passionate kiss as I had seen her do many times previously. Instead she curtsied then stood to attention, hands clasped in front looking down at the floor. A wide grin spread across John's face as he took in her uniform. 'Where's my other slave?' he asked. Getting quickly to my feet I tried to copy my wife's curtsy and her submissive posture.
John looked me up and down before walking over to my wife. Taking her chin he raised her face to his but she kept her eyes down. 'Please sir,' I heard her murmer. I had never seen her like this. It was mind blowing to find my dominant wife could be so submissive. I would never have guessed that this other side of her nature existed. Was this for real, was it just for his benefit or did she really enjoy it herself. Was it to tease me?
'Have my little slaves been busy,' he asked her.
'Yes sir,' my wife answered with another curtsy.
'Well I'd better have a check round and make sure everything has been done properly hadn't I ? You know you are already on your final warning don't you?'
'Yes sir, please sir, I'm trying really hard honestly sir.' Such acting! I could actually see tears forming in her eyes!
'As for you,' he said, turning to me, 'I want you out. Go home. I want some time alone with your fellow servant. Shall we say I need to focus on her training without any distractions,' he sneared. 'Go on, get dressed and fuck off. Now !'
I pulled my tracksuit on over my maids uniform and changed my shoes. As I hurried off down the drive I realised I had forgotten to tell my wife about my redundancy.

Thanks for the encouraging feedback guys. My tale continues......
It turned out that Mistress Shirley, the atractive lady of my wife's lover, lived just a short bus journey away in what used to be the village policeman's house. It had various alterations done to it over the years but one feature which remained untouched was the primister cell. This was located below ground level and consisted of a cold white tiled room about four meters by three meters. It had no window just a single covered light bulb and a heavy steel door with a peephole and a small hatch to slide food through. It had been used as a handy store room until my arrival when my first job was to clean it out as that would be where I would relax when staying with Mistress Shirley.
My days there were divided roughly into three parts. Part one consisted of housework , part two of lesmisters in knitting, sewing and other 'ladies pursuits' and part three of trying to relax in that cold forbidding cell.
I thought my wife was strict about housework but M Shirley was even worse, finding the tinyest faults in everything I did, shouting at me and threatening to inform my wife of my failings before making me do the work again over and over. Many times I was ready to just walk out but then she would remind me of the promise I had made to my wife that I would do my very best to make her proud and would not fail her no matter what. So I bided my time and hoped for the oportunity to inform my wife how ridiculously unfair M Shirley was being.
The knitting and sewing were a complete mystery to me and it took endless repetitions before I got even the most basic elements half right. At the end of the first week I had to present Mistress Shirley's written report to my wife then kneel in front of her whilst she read it. Basically it said I was lazy and inatentive, *** to learn and poorly behaved. I tried to explain my side of things but my wife would have none of it. She tied me over the dining table and flogged me with a riding crop. Then when John, her lover came home she informed him of my behaviour as reported by his lady and I got a caning into the bargain. On top of that I was informed that until my reports improved greatly there would be no chance of any sexual relief for me and even my teasing sessions every two months or so would be cancelled. Already starved of my wife's time and affections I was further ***d as she refused to even acknowledge my existence until I proved my devotion to her by trying harder to please Mistress Shirley.

Interesting discussion guys - thank you. I would like to be able to spend more time writing this but I have few oportunities now - as you will understand soon - so I just have to do my best. Here is a little more, hope you enjoy.

It had been a while since my last teasing session. Although I could not cum until the end of the two year period imposed by my wife, she did promise that the chastity cage would be removed so that I could be teased about once every two months. It was well over two months since my last tease and so I decided to risk reminding my wife. Her lover's rules forbid me to aproach her directly so I built up the courage to ask him for permission to speak to her.
It was incredibly embarrassing to be kneeling in front of the man who was not only fucking my wife, but living with her, asking in the most humble and polite terms I could think of, for permission to speak to her. He insisted on knowing what I wanted to ask her and when I told him he just laughed and said he would think about asking her when and if he could be bothered. Then, for my trouble, he gave me a slap across my face before demanding I lick his boots all over, including the soles. I then had to thank him for allowing me to speak to him before I was dismissed to clean the bathroom.
I don't know how long it was before he mentioned it to my wife but it was a couple of weeks later when she walked into the kitchen where I was loading the dish washer. I dared not look up from her sexy platform sandals as she informed me that, since Mistress Shirley was now taking care of most of my training and my punishments, she should be the one to handle my teasing sessions. If I had a request to make then I should make it to her. Great, I thought, all that embarrssment and no further forward.
I waited until M Shirley appeared to be in a good mood. She had made no complaints about my housework one day and I had produced quite a good piece of embroidery - even if I say so myself. So, stuttering and red faced, I told her what my wife had said. I was not sure how to take her smile as she told me to kneel at her side. She was wearing denim jeans tucked into soft black leather boots that encased her slim legs up to the knee.
'Lift your skirts sissy and shuffle forward until your shiny little cage touches my leg.'
More than eager to comply I gushed my thanks as I shuffled into position.
'Now be a good girl and show your mistress how you like to hump her leg.'
Oh cuckolds brownie ! The offense !
'I won't ask you twice,' Mistress Shirley warned, a cruel edge creeping into her voice.
So I began to rub my caged cock against those glorious boots. There was no sensation at all for my throbbing cock but just to be able to move my hips like that and so close to this beautiful and magestic woman was heaven.
'I know that's not exactly what you had in mind slave but I'm sure you are feeling very privaledged anyway aren't you ?'
'Yes maam, thank you maam.'
'Good. If you continue to please me then perhaps one day I might allow you to do that with the cage off,' she teased as she caressed the side of my face with the back of her hand.
In rash desperation I blurted out, 'Please maam, please when will that be maam ?'
'That my pet, will be up to you, but showing such impertinance as to question me will certainly not hasten the moment I can assure you.'
Realising my mistake I gasped,' I'm sorry maam, I didn't mean to upset you. I'm just so desperate. I won't question you again maam, I promise.'
'I know you're desperate you silly slave. That's what makes you worth having around. Your desperation amuses me as it does your sexy little slut of a wife. Now stop that disgusting humping. You're not a dog. A dog would be more useful and would probably have more self respect, not to mention being more obedient. Now go and get me a towel quickly and bring some cable ties from the garage.'
Returning to the lounge I was told to spread the towel on the floor before my hands were tied behind me with the cable tie and I was instructed to lie on my back with my head on the towel.
'Do you know what a jeans slady is slave ?' M Shirley asked coyly.
'I'm not sure maam,' I answered, although I had a good idea.
'I'm going to leave my jeans on and I'm going to sit on your pathetic ugly face until you make me cum. Any questions?'
If I had questions there was no time to ask them as my face was suddenly engulfed in denim. I could smell her arousal growing as she rubbed her clothed pussy over my reddening face. I had to take the oportunity to breath when I could as my nose was sqashed painfully into her groin. Her moans of pleasure grew in volume until I was shocked to hear her tell me, ' Oh cuckolds brownie that feels good. There's nothing feels quite as good as grinding a helpless piece of cuckolds brownie like you beneath my gorgeous pussy. I'm not your wife. I don't love you. I don't even fucking like you. You are pathetic. Not even a man. Just a fucking sad sissy slave whose wife gets off on fucking real men while she keeps his little tiny cock locked away denying him even the priveledge of jerking off ! You fucking sad bastard. I should piss on you right now. Cover your sad little face in my piss till your girly makeup runs all over. Oh yes I need that ! I'm gonna fucking cum and piss at the same time oh fuck yes!'
It was hard to breath anyway but it was even harder when her warm fluid began to seep into the denim. The smell filled my nostrils as I tried to suck in air. Opening my mouth in desperation I was rewarded with the taste of it, fresh and ripe, salty and strong. My head was engulfed in piss soaked denim as Mistress Shirley screamed her release and rode out her pleasure on my face.
I spent that night in the cold lonely police cell. M Shirley said I had not behaved well enough to earn the privaledge of relaxing in the 'Barbie Bedroom'. So there I was, wrists still tied but now ankles too. Laid on the thin cold matress, still in my girly dress. Mistress Shirley had removed her soaked jeans and pulled them over my head, tieing the legs around my neck. Every breath I took was filtered through piss and cum soaked denim as I lay shivering, my useless cock, as ever, swollen to the limits of its unyielding cage.

It has taken me ages but I have now read all of your story from begining to end. All I can say is wow, wow, wow. I agree with the other respondents it does twist and turn but it has only made it even more interesting and for me certainly wanting more. Do I wish I could be in your place - hell yes. Do I think I could manage it as well as you have - hell no! Fantastic storywriting blue, all I can is I am glad my wife doesnt read the same stuff as me.
Your mistress is one in a million and to be so creative in your management puts her high above everyone else.
Cant wait to read more ... Tanya x

I just figured out how to vote/rate and gave you a 5 for excellent

I am excited for more!

oh so humiliating you lucky guy! haha


Please continue!!!!

interesting twistttt...this weekend has been so boring and uneventful! please blue, make something happen

I've read about women purring like cats...but I could not imagine a woman barking like a dog...very creative!

please carry on blue.

As I walked home I worried over my wife's safety and over the punishment John had promised me for daring to speak to my wife. I needed to speak to him, even if it made my punishment even worse. I had to make sure my darling wife was going to be ok. I arrived back home to find John had gone out. Fortunately I had a key which I normally used to gain access to do housework when my wife and her lover were out. Entering the kitchen I noticed a note pinned to the notice board.
'I guess that must have come as a bit of a shock to you sissy boy. Good, it was meant to show you once again that I own your wife. I can give her to anyone I please and it's fuck all to do with you. She loves it. She craves being used and dominated only she never had anyone to fulfill those cravings till I came along. Don't worry, I told Jamal no marks, at least no permanent ones. He's clean too. The primister checks for std's before they release inmates now. So, now your mind is set at ease you can get on with your housework. I want this place fucking spotless ready for your wife, my slut, coming home tomorrow. We'll save your punishment for then. I'm sure your wife would like to watch'.
The following afternoon saw me back on the bus eagerly anticipating being reunited with my gorgeous wife but, at the same time, dreading what I might find or be put through when I arrived at Jamal's disgusting abode. I had to knock three times before he opened the door. He was naked and I couldn't help my nervous gaze being drawn down to his impressive manhood as it swung free between his legs. My wife was on her hands and knees at his side, belt in place around her neck. He tugged on it and told her to get out. I watched ashamed for her, wanting so much to take her in my arms and lift her up, to protect her from this natural. I was worried though what he might do if I interfered. I wondered too what she might do. After all, according to John she wanted to be treated like this, enjoyed it, even craved it. So I stood silent as my beautiful bride crawled over the doorstep and turned to face her master, still on her knees.
'Give me the fucking belt bitch'.
She loosened it and handed it to him.
'Ok now fuck off both of you !'
As she stood up wobbling in her spikey black stilletoes I quickly removed her long black leather coat from the bag I had carried it in and held it while she slid her arms into its sleeves and shrugged it onto her shoulders.
'Just a minute,' Jamal interupted. Shit, I knew this had been too easy.
'I think some gratitude is in order here. Kneel both of you. Now you fucking white trash !' My wife knelt quickly looking up at her master as I hesitantly joined her. I heard a door slam to my right and was mortified to notice in my periferal vision, two more black guys walking toward us. They shouted a greeting to Jamal who smiled and apologised for the scum littering the passageway, nodding at my wife and I.
'Just gotta put this white trash in its place,' he smirked. 'Now what you got to say to me bitch ?' he addressed my spouse.
'Thank you sir. Thank you for filling my worthless white cunt with your gorgeous black seed.' She was smiling ! John was right, she fucking loved this !
'What about you white boy ?' he asked, turning his mocking gaze on me.
'Ermmmm, please sir, I ermmm, I mean, thank you for using my wife.'
'Thank you for what ?' he pushed.
'Thank you for fucking my wife's married pussy sir,' I was rallying. Anything to get us out of here quickly ! 'I can see she has been very satisfied by your superior black cock sir'.
'I don't give a fuck whether she's satisfied or not you fucking wimp. I used that slut as a fucking cum dump cos thats exactly what she is. Now both of you, get your fucking mouths open and heads back. I got a little going away present for you'.
I could here the other two guys, just youths I could see now, laughing as Jamal took his formidable black weapon in hand and let out a deep sigh releasing a pungent stream of yellow piss all over my beautiful wife's face. She blinked rapidly to clear the stinging liquid from her eyes as he switched his aim to her hair then down the front of her body, pissing through the gap in her unfastened coat to cover her still firm and inviting breasts. I felt apalled and degraded for her and was even grateful when her turned to give me the same treatment. I hated it but preffered he cover me in his piss rather than my gorgeous and helpless wife.
As he finally ran dry I turned to look at my wife and was shocked by her proud smile. I was hit by the realisation that my own wife was a stranger to me. My shy demure spouse was revelling in her use, loving it. I wondered then how I could ever get her back. She seemed like a stranger. So alien to me. I loved her no less, maybe even more, but I despared of ever being able to reach her again as her husband.
Jamal invited the two giggling youths into his house and slammed the door without another word to us. I helped her stand and we walked down the litter strewn passageway to the stairs. The smell of piss in the stairway didn't bother me now. We smelt worse. I hoped the warm breeze would dry us before we reached the bus stop.

When we got home John was waiting for us. My wife made as if to embrace him but he stepped away wrinkling his nose.
'Slave, take my woman upstairs and clean her thoroughly. I want every inch of her body licked clean with your worthless tongue. Make sure her slut pussy is empty too, and don't you ever dare present her to me in this state again, now go !'
Obediently I followed my darling wife to the bathroom, removed her coat and helped her lie down on some fluffy towels. Beginning at her dainty feet I licked and sucked her wriggling toes before moving on to the rest of her feet and begining my journey up her staturesque legs. She ignored me completely until I reached the red and swollen lips of her unfaithful pussy.
'Be careful you stupid slave, I'm really sore down there'.
Gently and carefully I continued my work, not wanting my upcoming punishment from master John to be made any worse by failing to clean his woman properly. My gentle and loving carresses soon resulted in an almost painful sounding orgasm from my wife which resulted in more salty sperm being ejected from her over worked sex. Pleased with my accomplishment I moved on up her body, the taste of Jamal's piss becoming stronger on her skin. If not for that revolting taste I would have been in heaven, glorifying in the sheer joy of being allowed such access to my darling wife's hallowed body.
All too soon for me I was finished and my wife took a shower while I left the bathroom to check if M John required anything. If I hoped my devotion to duty might earn me a reprieve I was dissappointed.
'Listen up slave. I have not forgotten your impertinance. Rest assured you will be suitably punished. When my woman gets down here I'm going to reclaim my teritory and fuck her brains out. Here is the interesting bit. For every minute it takes before I shoot my spunk into her you will recieve one stroke of the cane on your worthless ass. In order to reduce your suffering you may encourage me as much as you wish. In other words you may want to plead and beg for me to cum in her. In fact I insist on it. It will turn me on to hear the pathetic please of the husband of the woman I'm fucking. So much so that I might be unable to hold off and end up shooting much earlier than I would otherwise do. Do you understand slave ?'
'Yes sir,' I answered feebly.
'Of course she will know nothing of our little agreement. Your wife is going to think you are really keen to see me fill her. That's probably going to turn her on too, don't you think?'
A little later, after I had showered I returned to the lounge naked as instructed. My only concession to modesty the bright stainless shield enclosing my groin. My wife came downstairs looking radient and fragilely beautiful in a silk wrap which just covered the top half of her tight smooth buttocks, white stockings and clear platform soled slippers. She had been a naughty girl, I thought, and now she was presenting herself, clean and virginal once more, to her lover.
They embraced and kissed deeply, hands exploring, caressing. When he reached her pussy she gasped and flinched. She explained to him how sore she had been made by Jamal's beastly attentions. Unperturbed John turned her and said he would settle for her ass. This brought an unexpected burst of tears from my wife as she explained that her ass, the one part of her body meant to be kept only for him, had been taken forcably by Jamal.
'I tried to tell him babe, I tried to stop him but he was just too strong. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry my darling,' she sobbed.
'Did you cum?' he asked quietly.
'What ?'
'Did you cum with Jamal's big black cock shoved up your ass. Tell me the truth. I'll know if you lie'.
Looking deeply into her lover's eyes, arms around his kneck, she answered in a whisper, ' Yes, I'm sorry'.
'Don't be,' he laughed, ' Who do you think gave him permission to take your ass ? I wanted you to experience being really taken by power. I was sure you would enjoy it. Well ? Did you ?'
'Yes, yes I did, while it was happening. But afterwards I felt so sad that I had let you down.'
'That's my girl. Now are you sore there too?'
'No, not so much.'
'Good. I'll have a nice blow job by way of appology for your unfaithfulness then I'll have me a piece of that cute little ass you're so keen on handing round to my friends'.
Laughing she dropped to her knees and unzipped him.

Remembering my instructions and dreading the thought of becoming reaquainted with the wickedly flexible garden cane M John had laid ready on the mantlepiece I too got to my knees and pleaded, ' Please sir, fuck my wife's mouth. Drive your big hard cock down her throat. Cum on her tongue. Please sir, please fill her belly with your vrile seed.'
Turning her surprised face to me my wife paused before shrugging her shoulders and returning to her task.
Fifteen minutes had gone by. That mean fifteen strokes of that hellish cane. Soon though, it would be soon, I could tell. He was groaning and calling my wife an unfaithful slut and a whore, grabbing fistfulls of her hair and driving himself ever deeper. I could see her throat bulging as he drove onward towards his satisfaction. Then suddenly he pushed her away.
'Turn around bitch, get that fucking arse in the air.'
Eagerly she complied and I watched his cock, still wet with my wife's saliva, spear between her upturned cheeks. I was sure he would not long be able to resist the added tightness he found there and tried my best to push him over the edge with my comments.
'Yes fuck her master, fuck my wife, fuck your woman. She loves you sir. She loves your big fat cock. Take her sir, please take my wife's ass. It belongs to you. She belongs to you'.
It went on another twenty minutes. Every time he was close he would stop and turn to smile at me, showing his prowess, his mastery of my gasping pleading slut of a wife. Taunting me, asking me the time.
Finally, after forty two minutes he exploded into my sobbing wife. Collapsing under the powerful onslort of his thrusting hips she lay pinned down beneath him, crying and begging as he unfeelingly took what was rightfully his.
Some time later he climbed off her and sent me to their bedroom. The pulley was still attatched to the ceiling and in a very short time I was secured standing at the bottom of what was once my marrital bed. legs strapped wide to bed feet, arms lashed together behind my back and pulled up by the pulley powering me to bend forwards until my head rested on the bed, my arms reached up painfully toward the ceiling and my quivering backside presented itself to my betters.
'Forty two slave,' M John announced from behind me as my wife climbed onto the bed, resting her back against the headboard.
'Forty two reminders that you do not break my rules.' Swish - Slash !
Fuck !!!!! My ass was on fire. Swish - Slash ! OH Fuck No ! I couldn't stand this, no way ! Again, Swish - Slash ! I screamed, I begged, wrenching at my bonds. Swish - Slash ! Please I can't stand this!
'I'm sorry !' I screamed. 'I'll never do it again. I'm sorry. Please sir ! Please maam , I'm sorry !'
Swish - Slash ! it went on. Ten, eleven, twelve. That meant thirty more to go, my mind screamed in protest.
Then it stopped. My head was lifted as my wife slipped her legs under to lay my face on her lap. 'Shhhhhh,' she soothed. 'You have to be good now. You've been a very bad boy so you have to be punished.' Stuffing a pair of her used knickers into my mouth she tied a stocking around my head to hold them in place. 'We're not even half way yet slave. You have to accept your punishment'.
Swish - Slash ! It began again. Tears flowed from my eyes to soak into my wife's silk robe. 'It's ok baby, you can cry as much as you like,' Swish - Slash ! 'Cry it out. Cry all that naughtyness right out. I want you to remember this beating as the day you realised who you are. You are my cuckold sissy slave. You have no rights only obligations. You exist to serve me, and my lovers. Especially my favourite lover who owns my ass.' she cooed before blowing John a kiss.
Swish - Slash ! No , no more please, I'm dyeing, you're *******ing me ! I tried to scream at her, at him at anyone. But it just came out a gurggled, muffled scream.
I lost count completely after twenty or so agonising welts. My wife stroked my face tenderly as she encouraged her lover, 'Again darling, harder this time. He has to learn.'
Eventually I ****** from the pain. I woke to the painful but soothing feeling of my wife applying cream to my blistered behind. The gag had been removed and I pleaded with her to let me go. My arms felt like they were being wrenched from their sockets, my legs were shaking and going into cramp. My head ached and my ass was a ball of shear agony.
'Oh no sweetheart. I can't let you go yet. I want you to stay and watch me use my mouth to give my darling a nice big reward for teaching my naughty slave a lesmister. I might even ignore the pain and give him my pussy too. You have no idea how wet I am right now after watching him treat you like that ! He'll be back soon. He just went to get us a bottle of champers from the fridge. He bought it for me to welcome me home. Isn't he sweet ? Then, in the morning when I'm all rested, I'll use that lovely long cane to give you my forty two wacks.'

haha the long await update has come!!!
I'm printing it off as I type this and can't wait to read it! Thanks!

What a night that was ! The back of my legs and ass on fire, my legs shaking from exhaustion, my arms feeling like they were being wrenched out of their sockets. Not to mention my imprimistered cock's futile attempts to expand inside its unyielding metal tube as my wife did her best to scream the place down as her lover fucked her long and hard. Her one concession to my comfort ? Her long black leather coat soiled with spunk and piss from her adventure with Jamal, the ex con, wrapped tightly around my head to, as she put it, 'Remind me that she was free to seek her sexual pleasure with real men'.
So much for my teasing session. That was the third time this year I had been 'rewarded' with the oportunity to serve my mistress wife instead of having the damnable cage removed and my terminally desperate manhood ( slavehood ? ) , teased. I hated the three monthly *** because I knew that for three years at least, it would end , not in orgasm, but in denial. Despite that I could not help yearning for it, for any contact with my wife at all.

Excellent update!

Not so many comments lately. I hope you guys aren't getting bored. Do you want me to go on?

She was trying to get me even more arroused at the thought of John being between her gorgeous legs, driving his cock over and over into her delicate pussy as the sounds of my struggling death carry them both to the highest level of sexual bliss. It was a bizarre perverted image but effective none the less. So much so that I began to worry seriously if it was really possible for a cock to burst because if it was, then I might be in serious trouble !
Leaving go of my over inflated manhood, my wife left the closet for a couple of minutes and returned carrying a foot long wooden ruler. There was a cruel smirk on her face as she moved to my side and struck me hard across my thigh with it. As I frowned in pain and frustration she took careful aim and wacked the head of my cock. Squeeling through my ball gag like a stuck pig I lifted one knee in an automatic attempt to protect my privates. That left me balanced precariously on the balls of one foot as my infuriated wife screamed, 'Get your leg down now ! How dare you interfere ? I'll fix you, you fucking dissobedient sissy bitch !'
Left alone again I could here my wife opening a drawer in the bedroom before she returned carrying a spreader bar. Quickly she fixed the leather cuff at one end of the bar around my left ankle. 'Spread you legs slave, now !'
I couldn't, not without putting more strain on my already constricted neck. Unfortunately I had no choice as she grabbed my free ankle and pulled with both hands, fastening the cuff as soon as my legs were far enough apart. My chest heaved desperately as I gasped like a severe asphmatic. The rope was cutting painfully into my skin. My head was throbbing with my pulse.
'There, that's better. Now where was I ? Oh yes, I'm going to beat your little excuse for a cock until John gets here. You'd better hope he isn't long slave.'

Keep going, it's a very good story !
It's way to extrem for me so I wouldn't like to live it, but... Now I read it more like a good story than like an erotic story. It keeps turning me on but what interest me the most is to know the next steps. I find this story fascinating because it always seems that we've reached the worst, and each new part of it is way more extrem. That's amazing.

Please continue !

I have no idea how many times my wife struck me with the ruler. The blows became faster and harder as time went on but I never lost my erection. Maybe the nylon stocking tied tightly around the base of my cock cutting off my circulation had something to do with that. Whatever the reamister, my poor used cock jutted forward eagerly awaiting each blow from my giggling mistress.
We were so carried away in our different ways that neither of us heard John come in until he spoke, 'Having fun you two ?'
'Oh hi darling,' my wife enthused, dropping the cursed ruler to throw both arms around her lover's neck as she glued her lips to his. 'He wants to see us fuck.'
'Is that a rope around his neck ?' John queried staring into the gloomy closet.
'Yes, I thoght it would be fun,' she answered.
'Not for him by the look of it,' he answered. 'I thought you wanted me to fix the hook up there to tie his hands to.'
'Well I did......to start with. Then I got a better idea,' my wife smiled.
'Fuck !' he muttered. 'You are one crazy bitch !'
'You better believe it honey,' she laughed.
'What if he strangles to death? We could get done for ***.'
'Probably,' she answered.' I am so wet just thinking about it !'
'Fuck !' John said again.
'Come here.' my wife said as she slipped off her jacket and undid her blouse. John licked his lips with desire as he reached out to grasp her breasts through her bra. Unhooking her skirt my wife groaned as he mashed his lips to hers. Taking over from her John finished undressing my wife, never once pausing in his aural assault. Their hips ground together as the sexual energy grew. Tearing of her lover's clothes my wife finally broke their kiss to demand he fuck her.
'On the bed?' he queried.
'No,' she answered, 'Right here on the floor in front of my sissy husband. I want him to see what its like when I'm fucked by a real man. I want to watch him suffer while I cum on your big cock.'
'You are so fucking bad !'
'I know,' she smiled.
John backed out of the closet and lay down on the thick piled bedroom carpet, pulling my eager wife with him. On his knees he moved between her stockinged legs.
'Oh yes my darling,' she groaned,' Push it it.'
His powerful entry caused her to let out more groans of pleasure and she brought her legs back so that he could penetrate her even more deeply before wrapping them around his lower back keeping him in place as his body began to move urgently back and forth. My bulging eyes followed the rise and fall of his buttocks, knowing that on each downward motion he was filling my wife's precious pussy, satisying her in ways I had never managed and now never would.
The speed of his thrusting buttocks increased as he drove his formidable weapon harder into my darling wife. Lowering his head he kissed her on the lips, playfully biting the top one. She placed her arms around his shoulders, pulling his body all the way down to hers. They kissed again and moaned and fucked as if there were no tomorrow. I saw my wife look at me from over his shoulder. Her eyes were filled with passion and I knew her orgasm was close. Giving me a knowing smile she whispered to him, loud enough for me to hear, 'Cum inside me.'
That was all he needed to hear as, arching his back he drove his penis repeatedly into her loving unfaithful wetness, groaning her name as he ejaculated his seed deep inside the dark corridors of her womb. His release triggered her own orgasm and she gripped him tightly with arms and legs, meeting his final thrusts with an urgent desperation, crying out from the ripples of pleasure flooding through her body.

You sure are wringing the neck of this story Blue. Still at Hogworts, still got me though.

Same here blue still hanging on! Waiting for more exciting stuff to come!!!
Tanya x

Long minutes past with just the sound of their heavy breathing, barely audible over my own rasping, wheezing attempts to feed my starving lungs.
'Fuck that was good !' John smiled.
'Our slave certainly got a good show,' replied my wife as she lovingly stroked his hair.
'Is he still alive ?' John asked, looking worriedly up at me.
'Of course he is silly,' my wife soothed. 'The sad little sissy will die when I decide and not before.'
'Shit woman, I am so glad I'm your lover and not your husband,' he said seriously, before rising to go to the bathroom.
Rising from the carpet my wife walked over to me hips swaying provocatively. 'You like being my husband don't you babe ? And you like being my sissy slave even more don't you ?'
Unable to nod I blinked to acknowledge her. I would agree to anything just to get that fucking rope off my neck !
'Good boy,' she soothed, ' you look thirsty though. Here let me help you.' As she lifted her hand to my face I could see their combined juices coating her fingers. Pressing them to my lips she smoothed the sticky fluid over my lips and around the ball gag.
John appeared behind her asking, ' So what's next ?'
'Well,' my wife smiled as she turned from me to join her lover in the closet doorway, ' For a start, I think he's seen enough for now.' Then she waved and winked at me before closing the door, the pair of them laughing at the expression on my face as I was engulfed in darkness.
Time stretched as I hung there alone with my thoughts. The scent of my darling wife's expensive perfume filled the enclosed space, leaking from the clothes I could barely make out hanging around me.It lured me with its secret promises and made me long for her in ways I could only dream about. The sound of distant voices speaking softly to each other in the outer bedroom drifted in through the louvred door. I couldn't make out the words but it was undoubtedly the sound of two lovers whispering tenderly , expressing feelings of joy, passion and heartfelt lust. I suspected my wife and her lover were lying on the bed, arms around each other as they contemplated the possibilities of another bout of earth shattering sex. John would be ready to fuck again and the next act of consumation would last much longer than the previous one. This time he would want to prolong the sexual tension, gradually carrying my beautiful wife to new heights of sexual arousal and excitement, fucking her slow and easy, penetrating deeply into her moist womanhood, each forward thrust of his long hard cock making her cry out for release.
As for me, I was hanging by the neck in a darkened closet listening to the sounds of my darling wife being fucked by another man. It was agony but also it was one of the hottest experiences I'd ever had in my life.
I could hear my wife grunting loudly and passionately now but what had started as a hugely exciting and erotic experience was rapidly reaching the point where it was no longer fun. The cramps in my legs were causing me so much pain ! I was really struggling to breath and the rope was burning my neck. I didn't know how much longer I would be able to stand without strangling to death. I tried to lower my heels a little to ease the pressure on my ankles but the rope would not allow me any slack. Even my jaw was starting to cramp from having the ball gag stuffed inside my mouth for so long.
The minutes ticked slowly by until suddenly I heard John grunting loudly and heavily and I realised he was ejaculating inside my wife, filling her once more with his copious amounts of semen.
After a while the sounds of my unfaithful wife and her lover talking gradually drifted into the closet. I was surprised and angry that she hadn't checked on me after John's orgasm. I was on the verge of passing out and I knew, if that happened, I'd be dead within minutes.
Suddenly light flooded my tiny world as the closet door swung open and my wife strode in. Still wearing her black stockings and stillettoes she studied me, head cocked to one side.
'Are you ok slave ?' she asked with apparently genuine concern.
I did not even have the breath to muster a grunt.
'Your legs are shaking,' she obseved coldly, 'Would you like me to let you down ?'
Walking over to me she grabbed my cock which, even now was betraying me with its hardness. Pressing up against me she kissed the tip of my nose before slowly licking a tear from my cheek.
'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.'
Her words seemed to be echoing down a long corridoor. My vision was closing in. With my last strength I wanted to tell her I loved her but it was impossible. Too late.......too late.

Wow...
Simply amazing...

It's a real nightmare ! Love that :p

Cold ! Freezing ! Water up my nose ! Coughing. I came to lying on my back in the bath. My hands were still cuffed behind me but thankfully the metal cuffs had been replaced with soft leather ones. My ass was up against the end of the bath, my legs straight up resting against the cold tiled wall, feet tied together and hung from the shower head bracket. The shower was turned on and cold water was spraying all over me taking my breath away.
'There you are slave,' I heard my wife cry. 'I thought we lost you back there. You will need to say a big thank you to Master John for helping me lift you up and get the noose from round your neck. I couldn't have done it without him.'
As she turned off the shower John's face loomed over me. 'Th th thank y y y you s s sir.' I shivered.
'That's alright slave. I didn't do it for you. I did it for me. I don't want to be the centre of a *** enquiry. Oh, and for your wife as well. Aparently she hasn't finished with you yet.' He laughed as he left the bathroom. My gorgeous wife was standing looking down at me, her hands on her hips. John's right baby. I'll tell you when you can die, ok ?'
'Y yy yes m maam.' A little while ago I had been sweating buckets, now I was absolutely freezing !
'Dear me, ' laughed my wife. 'I think your little thing is going to dissappear soon. It's smaller than my clit ,' she giggled.
Raising my head and looking down I could see that I was still without the dastardly tube. However, there was something else there....
'If you're wondering what that is slave its called an iron maiden. I found it on the web, on one of those sites you used to visit. It's a double metal ring which fits around the top of your little clit and balls and secures with a padlock. The second smaller ring goes around your little thing. It's meant to discourage erections. You see it has little spikes all around the inside of the cock ring so if you start to get hard they dig in painfully. Unfortunately, judging by your current state, it's not going to work. You have to at least start to get an erection first,' she laughed.
'P ppp please m m maam, it's f f fff freezing,' I pleaded.
'Are you cold baby ? Let me see if I can help you. John darling come here.'
'John baby, my slave is cold. Do you think you can manage a piss?'
'Actually I was just about to use the toilet downstairs,' he replied.
'Let me help you,' my wife smiled, 'We can ******* two birds with one stone.'
Loosening John's zip, she delved inside his trousers and drew out his cock. As she held him over the bath he immediately began pissing. Strong yellow piss hosed my face then down my chest to my groin. It was definitely warm I had to give him that. Once finished he winked at me as he put away his cock and kissed my wife before turning to leave.
'I trust you're comfortable slave ?'
When I did not answer immediately her tone changed. 'Perhaps you would prefer to go back in the closet. The noose is still there waiting for you,' she warned.
'No maam,' I hurriedly exclaimed. 'I am very comfortable, thank you.'
'Good, then I'll say goodnight and sweetdreams my little plaything. Oh, but not erotic ones. Not unless you are eager to feel those nice sharp pins skewering that little clit of yours.'

This stopped being cuckolding a long time ago Blue. Your wife has morphed into a phycopath and you into a .. well, nothing really, a cypher for your story. I liked it better when it was real. It truly has become 'Bitchy Tease 2'. Unlike Rambo, whilst the first was a classic of its genre, this is too close to it now to be considered thus. She will either ******* you by persuading you to committ suicide (so she isn't implicated) or you will wake up and it will all have been a dream. I think I'm finally out. It was a good run.

I still love this story, especially since you keep ramping up the levels of isolation/suffering while still keeping the characters believable.