black mailed

Don pulled into his driveway, another normal day, anxious to hit the computer to see if anyone had answered his emails about his wife. He loved the fantasy of being a cuck, watching his wife used, her master depriving him of the woman who'd sworn to be faithful and devoted. It's a normal fantasy, and nothing wrong with it in fantasy as long as it doesn't impede on your normal life. Jen had always gone along with it and played the game to an extent, just to pacify her husband. Everyone fantasizes. Fantasy is healthy.

Getting out of his car, Don grabbed the mail and began walking toward his front door. That's when he saw the man leaned against the doorway with a couple of file folders in hand, smiling politely at him.

“Can I help you?” Don asked cautiously.
“Hi Don, how are you?” he answered.

He was a tall man, in his forties, a goatee and very short buzzed haircut. He didn't look like a process server, or a rep from Publisher's Clearinghouse with a big check in his hands.

“Do I know you?” Don asked him.
“Yes and no.” he answered, holding out a file folder to him.

Don took it and opened it up, and his heart fell into the pit of his stomach. There were several nude photos of Jen. And not just any nude photos, but photos that Don had permisterally sent to a man he knew only as “Sir”.

“Oh my God.” he said, “What are you doing here?”
“I'm here to fuck your wife.” he said with a light, but wicked grin on his lips.
“You can't be serious!” Don told him, “None of that was real. It was just fantasy.”
“Relax Don.” he answered calmly, “It'll all work out..”
“No, ...it won't.” Don told him angrily, “My wife will never go for it.”

“Sir” was incredibly calm and reassured for a complete stranger who'd just showed up completely unannounced, expecting to fuck Don's wife, based solely on a few emails she really knew nothing about.

“Don?” he began, an authoritative tone to his voice, “I'm going to have a talk with Jen, and I'm going to tell her everything. When I'm done, your wife will make the conscious, and voluntary decision to submit to me.”
“No, … she won't.” he answered angrily, “She'll call the cops on you, and then divorce me.”
“We'll see.” Sir answered, obviously not about to back down.

Don scanned through all the emails and pictures they'd exchanged, and contemplated calling the police himself. Of course, if he did, his own actions would come to light.
“Please don't do this?” he begged.
“Trust me Don, it'll be okay. I promise.”

His stomach was churning as he studied the confident determination on Sir's face. This wasn't fantasy. This was real, and Don knew that this man actually owned him at this moment.

“Come inside.” he said nervously, unlocking the door and walking in without looking back.

Sir followed him in and looked around, studying the layout of their house. “Nice place you have here, Don.”

“Look.” he answered, knowing Jen would be home any time, “This is going to end my marriage. You're not going to get laid, because I know that Jen would never go for this in a million years. PLEASE let me be the one to tell her? At least give me a chance to explain what's going on.”
“Sure.” he answered, as if he were doing him some kind of favor.

Don glanced out the window and saw his wife pulling into the driveway. His heart pounded in his chest as the end of his marriage drew closer by the second.

“Please go in the kitchen and wait.” he asked quietly, “Give me time to break it to her gently.”

Sir grinned and walked into the kitchen out of sight. The front door opened and Don's wife walked in, a happy smile on her face, having no clue what devastation awaited her.

“Hey Baby.” she said, kissing him gently as he contemplated that it might be the last time it ever happened.

She saw the look of terror in his eyes. “What's wrong?” she asked nervously.
“I have to tell you something.” he told her nervously, “Please sit down?”
“No, just tell me.” she answered, terrified by the look in her husband's eyes.
“You know the emails and stories I do with people... the whole cuckold thing?” he began.
“Oh God,” she answered, her fear turning to anger, “What happened?”
“One of them found us.” he told her, “I...”
“YOU SON OF A BITCH!” she screamed at him, “One of those fuckers knows who I am? They have my pictures, and know all the cuckolds brownie you want them to do to me? I CAN NOT FUCKING...”

Jen stopped in mid sentence as she looked beyond Don toward the kitchen, and her face went pale. A look of unexpected guilt came across her face as she looked toward the floor.

“Yeah, I thought you'd know better.” Sir told her, “Have a seat... both of you.”

To Don's surprise, Jen didn't argue. Jen didn't make a sound. Jen grabbed Don's shirt and dragged him quietly and powerfully to the couch, a look of shock and guilt in her eyes as she stared at the floor after sitting down obediently.

Sir opened another folder and plopped it down on the coffee table in front of them. Don saw pictures of his wife that he knew nothing about.

“You see Jen, it was not Don that I contacted first.” he began, “And by the way Don, your wife has quite a mouth on her when she's playing in the chat rooms. Her fantasies aren't that far off from your own.
Jen, we talked at length about your fantasies, and even had webcam sex. You wanted to be treated like a whore, … remember? You told me everything about yourself, and Don's fantasies of being a cuck, and even admitted to me that you'd do it in a second if I showed up here. Well, … here I am. You see, you weren't smart enough to disable the geotags on your cell when you sent me those pictures from your bathroom. I'm here because I actually live pretty close. This is completely doable.”

Don looked at the pictures in front of him, and recognized his wife's spread pussy in the photo, and his own bathroom in the background of the picture. He looked at the printed cell phone picture of his wife deep throating her dildo for a complete stranger.

“Jen,” he began again calmly, “I found Don based on the information you gave me. I played him up and found out his fantasies, and discussed them at length with him. He didn't lead me to you... you lead me to him. I'm here to take my property.”

“You think you're going to blackmail me into sex?” Jen laughed nervously, “It's ******* she told him.

“I'm not blackmailing you into anything.” Sir answered her, grinning, “I won't make you do anything you don't want to do. And it wouldn't be ****. Read the emails, … you're both in for this... clearly.”

Don knew exactly what he'd written, and judging by the look on his wife's face, she didn't need to read the emails either.

“What if I say no?” she asked him.

Sir was silent for a moment as he studied her. Confident... in complete control of the situation... seemingly knowing every possible outcome of their decision.

“If you say no, I leave.” he told her.

“What about the pictures and emails?” Jen asked him nervously.

Sir simply smiled and picked up the folders of all the evidence. Closing them quietly as he prepared to leave.

“Wait!” Jen yelled quickly, nearly in tears.

“Yes?” Sir answered, already knowing what would happen.

“Can we have some time to talk about this?” she begged him.

He paused and contemplated his answer for what seemed to be an eternity. “I'll be at Applebee's at eight o'clock. I expect the both of you to be there to give me your answer. Don, you will sit at the table across from me. Jen, I'll take your answer according to which one of us you choose to sit with. If your answer is no, then sit with your husband. If you accept, then you'll sit with me. The choice is your's... voluntary. There's no blackmail, no ****... Jen, both of you have asked me to come and dominate you sexually. I have the photos and emails to back it up in court. What you are feeling now is simply your fear, and I'll give you until eight o'clock to decide. You both can accept this and make the fantasy a reality, or you both can choose to refuse me and continue fighting your own urges. I am simply here to do exactly what I have been asked to do... by both of you.”

Sir tucked the folders under his arm and smiled at them, knowing he owned them. Without another word, he walked out the door and disappeared.

Jen collapsed into tears and buried her face in her hands. Don didn't know whether to comfort her or walk away. He loved his wife, and always would. Gently, quietly, he placed his hand on her shoulder and rubbed her back.

“I don't know what to do!” she cried, “I can't believe this is happening!”
“It's okay.” Don reassured her quietly, “We'll get through this. I'm not going to let him do anything. I'll go meet him tonight and tell him the answer is no, and whatever happens, we'll deal with it.”
“I have to do it!” Jen cried harder, “I can't let this get out.”
“No you don't.” Don told her, “It's not like we're not politicians or actors. Nobody cares about us. It's not the end of the world. We've got one pervert with a few naked pictures and emails that nobody would believe anyway. We just accept the embarrassment of the naked stuff, and deny everything else. Hell, he'll probably disappear if we tell him no and threaten to call the cops on him.”

Jen leaned back into her husband's arms and cried as he wrapped his arms around her and held her closely. She cried for a half hour as she thought about the embarrassment of what had occurred just a short time earlier. Don consoled his wife as much as he could, but wondered what had happened in the emails she had exchanged with him. When she finally calmed down, he felt compelled to ask her about what had happened.

“Jen, what exactly happened between you two. I know he said you two had webcam sex, … but what else happened?”
“I gave in to everything you wanted me to do in your fantasies.” she began, “I played the 'used wife' with him and did everything he told me. It was just a fantasy!”
“Then you don't have anything to worry about.” he reassured her, “I'll take the blame for all of it. I'll say I pushed you in to it, and you were just doing it for me. Emails can be faked. We just say that none of that was what actually happened, and he made it all up.”
“It's... not that easy.” she told him, “One of those pictures was from a webcam session I did with him. I carried the laptop into the bedroom and showed him my husband arelax in the bed. I confessed everything after showing him that. All the stuff you're into, ...I figured out that it turned me on... somewhat.”

Don realized that Jen had gone much further with Sir than he had. He knew everything he had discussed with him, but it was painfully obvious that Jen had completely opened herself up for this.

“Honey, I am SO sorry.” she told him.
“We'll get through it.” he said, “You don't have to do anything you don't want to do.”
“I don't think I have a choice.” she said, almost calmly.
“There's always a choice.” he answered nervously.
“What if I did it?” she asked.
“That's not an op...” he began.
“Wait...” she stopped him, “I know we have a choice, but which is the lesser of two evils? We say no and we get exposed as a couple of sick perverts, and everyone sees me naked. There's no erasing that knowledge. He knows he already owns us... He's got the fucking pictures and videos to back everything up. If we say yes, then... we're giving him exactly what we asked him to do. If I fuck him, maybe he'll go away.”
“He won't go away.” Don told her, “If he holds this over us, he'll always own us.”

They sat quietly, neither of them able to take their eyes off the clock as it ticked closer to eight. Not a word was said between them, and Don had no intention of letting Sir use his wife for real. At seven thirty, Don knew he had to leave to go to the confrontation.
“I'll be back shortly.” he told Jen quietly.
“I'm going with you.” she told him, “I think we should be there together for this.”

They climbed into the car and drove to Applebees. They could see him through the window, sitting alone at a table, looking at his iphone as he flipped through something on the screen. He was wearing a dark and distinguishing suit, and from the smile on his face, he was enjoying whatever it was he was looking at, and they could only assume it was more nude photos of Jen. Looking at his watch, he slipped his iphone into his pocket and leaned back in his chair, taking a sip from his glass and setting it back on the table. As if he knew they were there watching, he raised his hand and waved his finger for them to come inside without ever looking in their direction.

“Oh my God.” Jen said nervously.
“It's okay.” Don reassured her, We'll get through this.”

They walked through the door and over to Sir's table. Don sat across from him as he was supposed to, and waited for Jen to sit by his side. Surprisingly, she stood there nervously, contemplating the lesser of the evils.

Jen was actually contemplating it.

“Don,” she began nervously.

Sir interrupted her as he placed a shopping bag on the table and slid it across to Don.

“Don,” he said, “I would like you to hand this to your wife and instruct her to go to the restroom.”

Jen reached for the bag, but Sir stopped her, never breaking eye contact with her husband.

“Don,” he said calmly, and determined, “We all know how everyone feels in this. I understand the conflict you two are experiencing. On one hand, this isn't fantasy, and isn't acceptable. On the other hand, it is exactly what you've each asked for. You're going to love your wife regardless of what happens, but the fact that she hasn't sat down is evidence that she hasn't made her choice yet. Now as far as what I expect of you, this is your fantasy as well. We've discussed in length how you want to see her fucked, and dominated. You want the offense and degradation. You want to see me fucking your wife while you sit helplessly by and watch her spread her legs for another man. And as she well knows, ...when I'm done, you secretly want to climb between her legs and savor the mess I left behind. “

Don was silent, his words true, though the conflict with reality was harsh. Still, the cold hard truth staring him in the face was still appealing.

“Let's get back to the fantasy for a moment.” Sir continued, “Regardless of what happens, are you still going to love your wife?”

“Of course!” he answered.

“And if you weren't in this position right now, would that fantasy ever be fulfilled?”

“No.” Don answered.

“Then we've come this far.” Sir continued, “This is an opportunity.”

Turning to Jen, Sir grinned pleasantly. “Same questions. Would you still love him? Would this ever happen otherwise?”

“Of course I would still love him.” Jen answered without hesitation, “And no, it would not happen otherwise.”

“Jen,” he continued, “I have already used you several times on camera. And Don, I've already dominated you just as many times in our emails. This has already begun, and you've already experienced me. The relationship is already established. You two have just never been on the same page at the same time. I'm the common denominator of this fantasy, not the two of you. Don't you think it's time to get on the same page?”

Don and Jen looked at each other and Don could see the terror in Jen's eyes. He wondered what Sir had already done with his wife, and it was true that he'd enjoyed Sir's domination in the email. The relationship was established, and now it had become a reality. Don couldn't ask his wife to do this. It had to be her choice, but she had to know that he would support her regardless of her decision.

“Don, would you please hand your wife my gift so that she may take it to the restroom and put it on. I prefer to have a properly dressed pet for takes. What she's wearing is not acceptable.”

Don picked up the bag and his hand was shaking. If he handed it to her he was giving Sir permission to use his wife. If she accepted it, and returned from the restroom wearing it, then she was agreeing to become what Sir had often referred to her as... his fuck toy. Don knew that handing it to her relinquished all control, and that whatever was inside, no matter how slutty or degrading, would be a complete surrender. He could also tell that Jen was ready to accept it if he handed it to her. If her husband made the conscious decision to hand her this bag, then she would comply with it regardless of what was inside. Whatever happened, it would not be either of their fault. They began this together, and they would have to go through it together. The guilt of this moment was equally shared between them.

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Don, it's time to make the decision. Are you going to slide the bag back to me and risk the consequences, or are you going to surrender your wife to me? She's already reached for it and I stopped her, so you know she'll be compliant. Maybe she's doing it because she feels she has to. Maybe she's doing it because I'm right, and she feels the overwhelming desire beyond the momentary terror of something new. There's no real way for you to know, and she would never admit it if she actually desired it. For all you know, she does. You already know she played along on webcam without your knowledge.

It all comes down to you. Regardless of her actual reamister, I will dominate you both, and fuck your wife in front of you if you hand her that bag. Regardless of her reamister, Jen has volunteered to spread her legs for me.

The bag is now in your hand, and this is the turning point. Will you turn me away, or will you send your wife to the restroom to change for her new owner?

Make your choice and hand the bag to one of us.

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Jen takes the bag from your hand and looks at you. You expect a condescending look that you're actually going to allow her to go through with it, but the expression in her eyes is one of asking forgiveness. Your wife is giving you no choice in this because her mind is already made up. It's her body, and her sexuality. She promised it to you, but now she's making the choice, for whatever reamister, to give her body to someone else.

Now as she walks away to change, I want to make something clear to you. I don't like sharing my toys, and that is what you and your wife have just become. I would never let my pet be seen in such a family oriented establishment in such a sluttly looking dress. I would not run in to someone I know and have them thinking that I've hired a hooker for the night. Do NOT EVER try to make my prized thoroughbred into a cheap half-breed mule again. This is what was in the bag. I chose something elegant so that her embarassment is derived from feeling "over dressed" in a place like this. It's form fitting, so she knows that people are watching her curves, and keep their eyes on HER as she sits with ME. The halter around the back of her neck is a collar, because she knows that I'm the one that put it on her. She can feel the air conditioner on her exposed back and it makes her feel naked. And it is thin enough that if I choose to place my hand on her leg under the table, she will feel very little between my hand, and her flesh. And most importantly, as I sit there in my suit, and her in her cocktail dress, people are looking at the three of us, and you both know that you are the one that is underdressed for the occasion. Everyone who looks at her sitting there knows, and thinks nothing of the fact that if she spreads her legs for someone, it will be me.

That dress that YOU suggested is better suited to have her swinging on a pole in a strip joint. If I CHOOSE to take her to "Amateur Night", I'll let you know how to dress her for me. Don't ever dress her for public view unless I tell you to. When you send me pictures, they are private. When you send me pictures, they are gifts to make your owner happy. I expect you to send me pictures so that your owner always has a permisteral reminder of why his pet makes him happy, and why you have value in this relationship.

Now... Jen is in the restroom changing. You'll wait until she comes back out, and we will continue from there. Until then, you contemplate what you should be doing to keep me interested in your wife. You think about what you should be doing to keep me happy. Your reward is not "saving your wife" from her owner. That can't be done. Your only hope of reward is that after I've used her as I see fit, I'll tell her to spread her legs so that you can fulfill your desire to submit. I can just as easily order her to go take a shower and deprive you of what little reward you actually get.

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Don felt Sir’s grip around his wrist as he held his hand between Jen’s legs, powering him to feel how another man’s dominance affected his wife. Her pussy was hot and wet, and her state of arousal had nothing to do with her husband. It was about Sir. She had kissed him. She had raised her dress for him. She had allowed him to remove her panties without argument. Her breath quivered at his touch, and Don found himself being powerd to exam his wife’s wet pussy after only a few moments with another man. It was a side he’d never seen in Jen.



“I’m going to step away and give you two a moment.” Sir told them.



Jen said nothing. She remained pressed against the car, still biting her lip, and refusing to look at either of them.



“Jen, I would like you to submit to me.” He continued, “I would like you to… of your own free will… allow yourself to open up to me and accept that which I’ve been giving you online. You know me; you both do. You know what to expect, and this is simply the next level.



Now, I would like the two of you to discuss this and come to an agreement. In a few moments, Jen, I would like for you to walk over to me and show me an act of presentation. I would like you to give me some, small, … token… without regard for your husband that you’ve been faithful to for so long. Your husband already belongs to me, and I would like you to join him in service to me.”



Jen didn’t move… didn’t answer… She was silent and stuck in that moment. Sir slipped his hand up through her hair, and Don watched as the bulge of his fist appeared under her hair. He grabbed her by the hair and raised her head gently from the roof of the car, a submissive smile appearing on her lips as she was powerd to move.



“Talk to your husband.” He whispered in her ear.



Releasing his grip, he walked a few feet away and stood with his back to them, looking out into the parking lot.



“Are you enjoying this?” Don asked her nervously, concerned that her actions didn’t match the events that were happening to her.

“Is this what you want?” she asked, “Is this what you enjoy?”

“I like the fantasy.” He answered, “But this isn’t fantasy.”

“Did you enjoy watching him do that to me?”

“A part of me, … yes.” Don told her, “But it looks like you enjoyed it too.”

“Do you want me to do this?” she asked him seriously without addressing his comment.

“Do you want to do it?” he asked her.

“If I do this, you can never hold it against me.” She told him, “You’re stuck with your decision. He controls me, and you’ll be letting him. If he fucks me and you get jealous or pissed off, it’s your own fucking fault. I’m doing it because you told me to.”



Don looked into his wife’s face. Her hair was a mess, and as sexy as she looked, he was seeing the beginnings of a submissive, cheating wife beginning to form. If he agreed at this moment, he would be forfeiting control of his wife to Sir. This other man would be able to do as he pleased with his wife, and Don would have to sit by and watch it happen. His wife would become Sir’s slut, doing his bidding without regard for her husband’s feelings.



“You tell me to be his slut, or you figure out how to end this and take me home.” She told him, “I can be your faithful wife, or his slave, but not both. Now you make the decision right now which is more important…”

Wow, very good.

Don looked at his wife and contemplated everything he’d just witnessed; the presentation, the wetness, the biting of the lip and the quivering of her breath as she did what he told her and permitted his *** despite her better judgment.



“Jen , I love you so much.” Don began, “I feel like I can not please you the way he already has. You seem more turned on now than you have ever with me. Please Jen, let’s both go and enjoy serving together. Lets be his toys for him to use as he wishes. Please Jen, be his slave.

Please don’t hate me.”



He could see the look of disgust in her eyes, and the anger that he would give her away so easily. She gulped painfully as she realized what she truly was to him.



“Okay.” She said, “You just remember this moment… I love you, and I’m going to do it, but you owe me… He’s going to cuck you, and I’m going to let him, and I will let him fuck me and I will get off on it just HOPING that it fucking eats you alive. Don’t you EVER say a fucking word about it, because …YOU asked for it.”



Jen resisted the urge to slap him, and instead, angrily smiled and turned away from him.

“Sir?” she called to him.



Sir turned and smiled at her, hearing hatred in her voice that wasn’t directed at him anymore. He returned to them and looked at Don, seeing the humred look in his eyes that his wife had just made a decision she didn’t want to make.



“Yes Jen?” he asked her.

“I’m yours, Sir.” She said calmly, “And I’m going to let you use me any way you want. He wants to be a cuck, then I’ll let him be a cuck… but he has to take everything that goes with it. If I give you my loyalty, will you support me on this?”



“Yes, I will.” Sir told her.



Jen reached back and grabbed Don by the shirt, pulling him closer. She leaned in as if she were going to kiss him, but then stopped and grinned angrily. “You watch this closely.”



Jen pulled him down to his knees as she dropped to her’s, and powerd him to witness what she was about to do. She unzipped Sir’s pants and rubbed his cock, and Don studied the smile on his wife’s face as she reached in and pulled out Sir’s hard cock. She looked up to her new master, and smiled, and then began to lick the shaft of his cock pleasantly as she watched his face for approval.



Don reached to put his hand on her leg, but as soon as he touched her, she angrily looked at his hand and slapped it away. “Don’t touch me.” She said, “I’m his.”



Jen returned her gaze to Sir’s eyes, and slowly began to slide the length of his cock into her mouth. Don watched as she lovingly worshipped his cock, tasting his flesh, and closing her eyes warmly as she took as much of it as she could as far into her mouth as possible. She began to gag slightly as it reached the back of her throat, but she pressed her hand against him as she dutifully fought the reflex, and waited for it to pass.



Slowly, Jen’s head began to move back and forth as she sucked her master’s cock for the first time, and Don knew she was doing it just hoping to piss him off.



“Mmmm.” She cooed as she savored the taste, making sure it was loud enough for her husband to hear it clearly, and she chose to enjoy it to the fullest, punishment for the husband that asked her to be another man’s whore.



Don watched his wife’s lips wrapped around Sir’s cock, his shaft sliding in and out of her mouth like a thick piston. Her breathing was deep and steady, and there was a look of warmth in her eyes as she looked sexily up to her new master’s face, hoping for his approval.



Her hands slid around his legs and felt his ass, and she pulled him closer to fuck her mouth deeper. Sir slipped his fingers into her hair and guided her gently, but only for a moment.



Slowly, he began to push her back until she found herself pinned against the car. He held her hair with his large hand, and began to fuck her mouth. Jen had nowhere that she could go, and rather than pushing back against him, she relinquished and grabbed his pants legs to brace for whatever he desired to do to her mouth. She was determined to accept it, and enjoy it, and most of all, power her husband to watch her do it.



Harder… faster… Sir fucked her mouth. Her breathing became quicker, and she sucked harder, trying to give him everything he wanted of her.

“Mmmm Hmmm?” she whimpered pleasurably, the only sound she was capable of making.



Don looked away from her mouth, up to her eyes, and rather than seeing his wife’s eyes closed, savoring the cock, she was staring at him, deriving her pleasure from the look on his face. There was anger in her eyes, but he could tell that her anger was directed at him. This was revenge for what he had asked her to do, and she was willingly accepting the cock being powerd into her mouth, passively allowing herself to be a hole for Sir to fuck.



Sir’s breath became harder and faster, and Don knew that he was about to fill Jen’s mouth with his hot cum. Jen’s eyes raced back up to his face to watch him cum, and the anger turned to pleasure as her focus was given to him.



“Ohhh fuck!” he gasped as he came in Jen’s mouth, and she grabbed his ass, holding her face on his cock to receive every drop he had to give her.



The cum dribred from her lips as he plunged in and out of it, running down her chin and dripping onto her chest, disappearing beneath the fabric of her dress between her breasts. Her mascara was running from her eyes watering, taking so much more than she expected, and more quickly than she could handle.



When he was done, Don watched as his wife licked Sir’s cock clean, never bothering to wipe his cum from her lips and chin. She carefully used both hands to gently wipe the wetness from his shaft, and then returned his cock to his pants, zipping him up like a proper slave would do.



“Thank you Sir.” She said lovingly, “I hope I pleased you.”

“You did very well Jen.” He told her calmly.

“Sir, may I be pissed at my husband now?”

“I’ll allow it.” He told her.



Jen looked angrily at Don as she wiped the cum from her chin. Grabbing him by the shirt, she pushed him back, and slammed her cum covered hand over his mouth, powering him to take it. She powerd him to take her kiss, and he could smell the cock and cum on his wife’s mouth.



“Take it asshole!” she demanded, “This is what you wanted, so you fucking take it.”



Jen powerd her husband to kiss her, powering him to take the cum whether he wanted it or not. She gave him no choice, and she had waited to do this since the second she dropped to her knees and placed her fingers on Sir’s zipper.



Finally deciding she had punished him enough, she backed away from him and stood up, looking at her husband still laying on the ground.



“You are fucking pathetic.” She told him as she wiped the remaining cum from her mouth.



“Jennifer?” Sir said.

“Yes Sir?” she answered him dutifully, a hint of anger still in her voice as she returned to her new owner.

“Follow me please?” he asked.



Don watched as his wife walked away with Sir, and followed him a couple aisles over to his car. They spoke for a moment, and Don could see the light inside his car turn on. He remained where he was, not having been invited to the conversation between his wife and the man whom had just fucked her mouth. Finally, he saw his wife walking back through the dark parking lot carrying a dark box, and he could tell that it was heavy.



“Get your ass up.” Jen told him.



Climbing to his feet, Jen thrust the heavy metal box into his arms, and Don discovered that she had been given a small safe with a push button combination pad on the front.



“I don’t know what’s in it.” She told him angrily, “But ‘OUR’ master will be calling at nine o’clock tomorrow night to have us open it.”

“What did he say?” Don asked, concerned over what was happening.

“Once we open it, we’ll have fifteen minutes to prepare for his arrival.” She told him.

“Are you okay?” he asked her softly.
“I’m fine… You’re not.” She said, “You just remember what you started tonight.” She finished with a vengeful grin.

Don realized at that moment that he was no longer married to a loving wife who was devoted to him. Now, she was a vengeful woman, committed to a different man, but remaining with him for the sole purpose of ramming his fantasy down his throat. From this moment on, Don was a servant, there to clean up the messes left behind by his wife's master.

This is looking good very good

Jen fought to make her anger toward Don stronger than her fear of Sir’s arrival. Last night, she had done things she would never do, but she did them because of the choice her husband made. She was angry at herself that she would drop to her knees so easily to suck a stranger’s cock, and now that Don, the man who should be keeping her under control, had asked her to relinquish all control, Jen was determined to make him pay for his misdeeds. She would do exactly what her “loving husband” had asked her to do, and she had every intention of making him regret it.


There had not been two words between them in twenty four hours that Jen’s tone was not hateful. Don sat quietly by himself, deprived of all affection from his wife. At the moment, she was upstairs preparing herself for nine fifteen when their master would arrive. Before then however, there was still the matter of the safe.


Always separately, even when sitting in the same room, they spent the majority of their time quietly staring at the ominous steel box. Eight inches tall, and twenty four inches across, the safe weighed nearly forty pounds, its secrets kept safely locked behind the combination panel. These safes always had mounting holes in the back, but the holes on this safe had been covered by an inner steel plate to prevent the contents from being viewed by prying eyes… like Don. He had fingered the hole, and knew that the plate rotated, but never enough to give him a peek inside.


Jen walked into the living room where Don sat quietly, wearing a bathrobe only. Her hair and makeup was flawless, and he knew she only did it this way on very rare occasions.


“Are you going out tonight?” he asked her, assuming Sir had told her, and left him in the dark.

“I have no idea.” She answered coldly, “I’ll either find out when we open the safe, or when Sir gets here.”

“I assumed you might know since you’re fixed up that way.” He said, “You never do that unless it’s a special occasion.”

“I usually don’t have… a reamister… to do it.” She answered, tilting her head mockingly to emphasize that he wasn’t worthy. “My master will be here to fuck me tonight, so I thought I would look nice to make him happy. I don’t mind doing it for him.”

“Have you talked to him since last night?” he asked carefully.

“Yes.” She answered, grinning.

“And?” he pushed.

Jen grinned before answering. “What business is it of yours what ‘my owner’ and I talk about?”

“This is just a fantasy, Jen.” He told her, “It’s not our real life.”

“It became our real life last night when you told me to do it.” She said, “It became our real life when I dropped to my knees in a parking lot in a town where lots of people know us, and sucked his dick while my husband sat there and let me do it like a fucking wimpy assed pussy.”

“I’m sorry.” he said.

“Don’t be.” She told him, “You wanted it, you got it. And I’m going to enjoy it to the fullest. You know that old saying ‘be careful what you ask for’? Well, this is it. This is what you asked for.”

I have enjoyed this and am looking for more installments.

very hot merci

Great so far. Keep me cumming

excellent! more please

Jen’s cell phone beeped, and Don immediately looked at the clock. It was nine o’clock on the dot. Jen flipped it open and read the text, and then slid the safe over in front of her where Don wouldn’t see the combination.


Punching several buttons, Don heard the bolts clank as it unlocked, and listened to the sound of Jen turning the latch for the first time. The heavy steel door opened, and Jen’s hand disappeared inside. She pulled out a very thick manila envelope, and read the note that was taped to it. Standing up, she grinned wickedly at Don.


“Get up.” She demanded.


Don stood up as Jen walked to the opposite side of the coffee table from him. She pulled the entire table back four feet, and then waved for Don to come to her.


“What’s going on?” he asked, only to be answered by a cold stare that he had not complied yet.


He walked around the coffee table to where Jen had instructed, and she immediately began powerfully undressing him. He accepted his fate, and allowed his wife to strip him without question. Once naked, she grabbed the manila envelope from the table and shook her head with an angry grin.


Ripping it open, she dumped the contents on the table, and it was something Don knew very well. It was a men’s chastity restraint, but with a slight alteration. This one had a chain affixed to the end.


Jen dropped to her knees and began stuffing her husband’s cock inside the restraint. Normally he loved it, but he wasn’t sure if he trusted her this time. None the less, he accepted whatever was planned, and allowed her to bind him as she had been ordered.


She wrapped the strap around his testicles, and drew it tight, nearly making the restraint too tight for his comfort. Placing the shaft of the lock through the hole, she clicked it closed, and ensured that his dick would not be accessible tonight.


“Get on your knees.” She ordered.


Don dropped to his knees and waited for whatever was next. What he found was her foot pushing him closer to the table that she had moved out from the couch. He complied, and moved where ever her foot kicked him to.


Jen picked up the open safe and placed it in front of him, placing the back of it so close that he could nearly feel the cold steel against his stomach. She reached inside, and Don realized how the steel plate worked. It rotated open, and he watched the holes become uncovered, catching a glimpse of a metal hook on the side of the plate.


Jen reached and took the chain that was attached to his restraint, and fed it through the hole in the back of the safe. Don watched as it disappeared through the hole, and then felt his cock pulled closer, pinning the tip of the restraint directly to the metal. Jen shut the cover, pinning the metal clip through one of the chain links. It clicked, and Don found himself with a forty pound safe locked to his genitals.


Jen removed another manila envelope from the safe and laid it on top where he could see it. Then she pulled out a pair of black high heeled shoes and sat them on the table next to it. Without breaking eye contact, she showed Don the key to the lock on his restraint, and then smiled as she tossed it into the safe and slammed the door shut and locked it. He felt the clang of the metal surge through the safe, and into his cock, and it did nothing except stir the butterflies that were already going nuts in his stomach.


Jen leaned close and looked Don squarely in the eyes. She grinned evilly as she came just close enough to be teasing.


“I have no idea what the fuck he plans on doing tonight, but you’ve got five minutes before he walks through that door.” She whispered, “And you’re the only one here with his dick bolted to a forty pound safe. It kind of makes it… impossible… to do anything. You had better hope he doesn’t show up with a dildo in his hand.”


It was almost like a death sentence as she gathered her shoes and envelope and walked away to open it alone. He assumed it would be what she was wearing for him tonight, but it was too bulky to contain only cloth.


As he knelt at the table, chained to a safe, Don wondered what would be happening to him tonight. He wondered what his wife was doing in the bedroom alone, and he wondered how he would handle it when Sir walked into his living room unannounced and found him naked and submissive, with no way to cover himself.


He heard the front door open, and looked at the clock. It was nine fifteen. Sir stepped inside and stopped, studying the naked cuck knelt down in presentation. He grinned slightly as Don looked at him, sending waves of offense through his body.


Sir walked across the room and sat on the couch opposite the table, six full feet separating them.


“Good evening Don.” He said calmly.

“Hello.” Don answered.

Sir glared at him silently, letting him know he had done something wrong.

“Uh, good evening Sir.” He rephrased, changing it to something more acceptable… and submissive.


“Do you know why you’re there, exactly like that?” Sir asked him.

“Because you wish it.” Don answered.

“Well, true,” he answered, “but I don’t do anything without specific reamister.

You see Don, tonight… you will experience things the way I designed them. You are specifically in that place in the room so that you may view everything I do with Jen tonight. You will see precisely what I allow you to see, and be denied what you would expect to see. You will be able to see how wet Jen’s pussy get’s and be close enough to smell it, yet it will always be just out of your reach. You’re not allowed to touch it.


You will see things tonight you’ve always fantasized about, because at a later time, you will be denied participation while I fuck her in your bed with the door shut and locked, and these images running through your mind as you hear everything I’m doing to her from the other side of the door.


But there’s one… most important reamister you are there like that.


The chastity device is too small for your erect cock. If you get an erection, there won’t be enough room to accommodate it. It’ll be painful until the squeeze powers your erection under control. You have to maintain control tonight or experience that pain. You have to watch me with your wife tonight, and keep your own horniness under control. If successful, you will be rewarded by seeing everything you have ever wanted to see tonight without losing focus, and without pain.


But there’s also a catch 22 involved… you’re watching a woman who wants to punish you for placing her in this position. She knows that if she gives you an erection, it will hurt. And as of a couple of minutes ago, she also discovered that she can power you to have an erection.”


The safe began to vibrate, and Don could feel it remisterating through the chain and into his cock. He felt it begin to swell, and looked up to find Jen holding a small remote control. She was wearing nothing but a lace mask across her eyes, and a thin felt fetishr around her neck. She grinned at him evilly as he felt his cock getting hard inside the restraint. He also noticed that she seemed to be incredibly aroused at his suffering.


“Shit!” Don yelled as it began to hurt.


Jen released the button and walked to the back of the couch, lightly running her fingers through Sir’s hair as she continued to watch her husband. She leaned over the couch as he tilted his head back, and Jen kissed Sir passionately to welcome him.

“Good evening Sir.” She told him meekly, “I’m glad you’re here, and thank you for the gifts.”


She walked around the couch and stood before Sir, her ass facing her husband, and Don saw something he could not have seen before. There was a thin chain around her waist which held a tail at the top of her ass. Thin black rubber strands that formed a long thin tail danced across her ass as she wiggled for her master, and as they parted during a momentary sway, he could see the small, solid metal wire running between the cheeks of her ass.


“Does this please you?” she asked him.

“May I see the back?” he asked.


Jen turned around and Don was able to see the full view of what Sir had seen first. Her hair was teased out, framing her beautiful face, and he could barely see her eyes through the lace mask, yet she could see clearly from her side of it. Her lipstick was a deep burgundy red, accentuating her full lips, and it drew attention to the thin black fetishr around her neck with the black dog tag dangling from it that said “PROPERTY” in large white letters.


She grinned at Don teasingly, never breaking eye contact with him as she wiggled her ass for her master, letting her husband know that she was punishing him. Her nipples were rock hard, and she was freshly shaved for him. Don could see a light powder on her skin and it became obvious that she had applied makeup to every inch that needed it, so that she looked as perfect as she could be to her owner.


She held out her hand as if to stroke her husbands face lovingly, but then opened it to reveal the remote to the vibrator in the safe in her hand. A chain connected the remote to a bracelet on her wrist. She wiggled the chain to make sure he knew it was always in her hand. As she submitted to Sir, she also controlled Don… completely.


“Don, do you know why she’s showing you that?” Sir asked.

“To let me know that I’m being punished.” He answered.

“More than that.” Sir told him, “Her tail runs down between her legs, and there is a vibrator that the tail holds inside her. It’s like a harness almost. It is also tied to that remote, so every time your vibrator goes off to power you to have an erection, it’s because she’s pleasuring herself. The question will be if she cares enough to tease herself with it without hurting you, or if she’ll go for the full orgasm, and not care that she’s hurting you.


Ultimately, you will know every time she uses her vibrator to add to her own pleasure… and for how long. You’ll know her feelings of you at the time because the less she cares about your comfort, the more pleasure she can have. She has to deprive herself to… not *** you.”


Jen looked back over her shoulder at Sir, and he nodded his head. She returned her gaze to her husband and grinned.

“How are you feeling now, Don?” she asked, “Regretting it yet? You wanted me to be his whore. Should I consider your feelings as well? Would you like to see my cum face first, dear?”


Jen pushed the button, and Don felt the vibration on his cock. He could see the look of ecstasy in her eyes through the lace as she felt the vibration inside her.

“Mmmm.” She moaned in a low sexy groan, sucking her lips inside her mouth as she savored the pleasure.


He could see her body tensing as it rested on her G spot, and she bit her lip at the feeling of the amazing pleasure she was experiencing.

“OWW!” Don yelled as his cock got harder, but Jen continued to hold it for a few more moments.


Finally letting go, Jen opened her eyes and looked into her husband’s face.

“Almost there, but not quite.” She told him, “It’s going to be a long night.”


“Jen, I would like a take.” Sir said.


Her eyes darted away toward her master’s voice before shooting back to her husband, and he could see the evil vengeance in her eyes when she looked back.


Jen rushed quietly to the kitchen, and Don could hear the ice clinking in the glass.


“Don’t worry Don.” Sir told him, “I’m going to make your wife like a wild, rabid, … purely sexual natural tonight, but I won’t let her *** you too much. Behind the mask, she can let go and be someone else. She’s going to take out her aggressions on you, and she’s going to pay you back for the betrayal last night. Luckily, I need her to do just that so that I can train her to obey my commands.


I need that to teach her to obedience.” He said, tapping on the safe, “I need her to fight her own urges so that she’ll learn to obey me. I need to teach her to cum from the tension of presentation rather than the vibration inside her. Orgasms are a reward, not a right.”

um, you posted the same part twice! : (

sorry changed it

I love the story so far but I do have one question. Why does everone assume a man who wants to be a cuck is weak. I think it could show great strength that he can watch his wife recieve pleasure he knows he isnot capable of giving and not totaly lose it

Wanttobe,
There are some great ideas in this story, you must be the first to come up with a vibrating forty pound safe being used as a chastity device ! Of course you must ignore Bekah, who is a sissy and therefore must expect it anyway. These are your characters and I can't wait to see where you go with them.

Jen returned with two glasses in hand. One contained only water, while the other was a large heavy glass similar to his scotch glass from the night before. She placed them both on top of the safe, and Don watched his wife’s bare breasts as she opened the safe, paying no attention to him at all.


She removed a bottle of scotch from inside the safe, and he heard the seal crack and break as she opened it for her lover. She poured some in the glass, and then returned the bottle to the safe, closing it and locking it again.


Standing back up, she delivered Sir his take, leaving the glass of water sitting in front of her husband. He knew his place now.


Sir accepted his take and then patted his lap. Jen sat in his lap and leaned back against his chest, looking back to her husband. They both sat there staring at him for a few moments to let Don soak in the image of his wife, naked, sitting in another man’s lap as he knelt by helplessly.


Sir took a sip of his take and then handed it to Jen. His hand slid across her chest, and delicately grazed back and forth across her nipples as Jen stole a sip from his scotch. She occasionally closed her eyes and embraced the burn of the scotch as she savored her lover’s fingers caressing her breasts. Every few seconds, her eyes relaxily opened to catch another image in her mind of her husband kneeling there, naked, submissive, … powerless.


Jen presented Sir’s glass to him, and he took another sip, handing it back to Jen who always took another sip herself. Sir’s fingers began to caress other places, down her stomach, and then up her legs to her inner thighs. She spread her legs willingly so that he would have free access if he desired, and she occasionally pressed the button on the remote, sending vibrations into Don’s helpless cock, as well as enhancing her own pleasurable sensations.


“Do you like serving me?” Sir asked her.

“More than I expected I would.” Jen answered as she felt his fingers caressing her skin.

“Are you comfortable sitting naked in my lap”

“It makes me happy to submit to you.” Jen confessed, “So yes.”

“Are you still angry at Don?” he asked her.

“Furious.” she said, “I like knowing how much control I have over him right now.”

“He belongs to me.” Sir reminded her.

“Does he pleasure you like I'm going to?” Jen asked her owner.

“No, but he has his purpose. You have to remember that I own you both.” he said, “Now tell me, why do you love having control of him?”

“He gave me away.” she answered, “He values his cock, and his fantasy more than his wife.”she said.

“But it's that fantasy that has put you here. Do you object?” Sir asked her.


Jen chose her words very carefully. “No Sir.” she answered coldly as she studied Don, “But now I know where I stand with him. I'm honored to give myself completely to you, but... I'm still furious that he thinks so little of me. That's why I like the idea that he has to sit here and watch me with a real man. He can't even stand up without that safe ripping his dick off. I can do anything I want, and he can't stop it. And if he doesn't like the fantasy he powerd on me, and can't 'rise to the occasion' because he's changed his mind? Well, then tough cuckolds brownie for him. You've given me the power to power him to get hard. And every time I punish him for his pussy nature, I get a little reward myself for it.” she ended with a smirk as she pushed the button on the remote for just a few seconds.


Jen let go of the button and looked away from her husband. She placed her hand against Sir's cheek and gaze into his eyes. “Will you protect me from him, Sir?” she asked him.

“Of course.” he said calmly.

“And I can do everything to please you?” she asked.

“I believe you should work hard to please me.” he answered.

“And you'll make him watch so that I can really torment him?” she asked.

“Not every time, but enough that he never forgets.”

“And do I have to let him lick the taste of you out of me?” she asked him.

“Jen, he has no reamister to be compliant unless I reward him for his presentation.” he said, “Besides, that's his fantasy, and he is half the reamister I'm here. There will also be times that I expect you to perform with him while I watch... I like to watch. When I'm in the mood for that, I expect you to put on a show for my pleasure.”


Jen looked at him hatefully and pushed the button, pointing it at him. He felt the vibration, and his cock growing. It began to swell and hurt.

“Please Sir, that hurts.” Don asked as Jen continued to hold down the button.


Sir took Jen's hand and powerd her finger off the button. She continued to glare angrily at him.”You worthless fuck.” she told him.


Don watched as his wife turned her head and began to kiss her owner. He watched Sir groping her breasts, and squeezing her ass, her flesh being left with the redness of his hand print each time he moved it. He watched his hand disappear between her legs, and Jen began to grind and coo as Sir's fingers slipped inside his wife's wet pussy for the first time.


Sir rubbed Jen's clit, and she spread her legs wider for him to have access. He eventually turned her to face Don, and he watched as Sir spread his wife's legs and began stroking her pussy in front of him. Don could feel his cock getting hard without Jen's button, and he knew that this one was all his responsibility. He tried to cut off his arousal by looking away and taking a sip of his water, and putting his mind elsewhere, like how much his cock hurt right now.


The sound of Jen's moaning drifted into his ears, but he continued to look away, catching the occasional glimpse of his wife writhing naked on another man's lap as she watched him.


“Look at me asshole.” she demanded, “You watch him touch me.”

He couldn't, and felt the vibrator again.

“I said look at me.” she demanded, keeping the vibrator on.


The vibration tickled his balls and cock to the point that they were becoming painfully sensitive. He winced painfully as he tried to cope, but finally the vibration stopped.


Don looked at his wife, and Sir had pulled her hand away, holding it close to her throat as he pulled her hand back, restraining her.


“Do you wish to punish him?” Sir asked her.

“Yes!” she said angrily.

“Stand up and bend over.” he said, “If you can't be merciful, then you'll take punishment with him. You can press that button, but I'm going to spank your ass harder and harder until you decide it's not worth it. We'll see which last longer, your stubbornness, or your pain threshold.”


Jen stood up, and Sir grabbed her by the back of the neck. He powerd her to bend over, just inches from Don's face. “Now look him in the eyes.” Sir commanded.

Jen complied and glared hatefully into her husband's eyes.

“Push the button.” Sir ordered.

Jen grinned, and pressed the button, both of them feeling the vibrations in different ways. But this time, it was accompanied by a loud smack of her master's hand against her ass. She winced and jumped at experiencing the pain, but still held the button, and still kept eye contact.


Another smack, and this time she whimpered when she jumped, but still held the button, staring evilly at Don.


She gritted her teeth as she jumped on the third smack, and Don could tell that it hurt, but Jen defiantly held the button down, powering his erection, and focusing on the discomfort in his eyes.


On the fourth smack, Jen nearly dropped to her knees, and Don could see that it was entirely pain, but Jen remained in her position, holding the button.


Don had been watching his wife’s rage against him, and was surprised when a look of terror entered her eyes as Sir grabbed her by the hair, and her body lurched forward. Sir had grabbed the tail and begun lifting up, powering her ass higher in the air, using the vibrator in her pussy to lift her. She winced in pain as she rose to her toes, and finally let go of the button.


“I’m sorry Sir!” she yelled, immediately being lowered to her bent position.


Don could see a sudden humbleness in her eyes as she looked at him, and he knew that she had just come to realize that she had no real control over him. She had the power in her hand, but was not allowed to use it unless Sir allowed her to have it as a reward.


“Apologize to Don.” He commanded.

“I’m sorry.” she told him angrily, like a bitter young.

“What are you sorry for?” he asked, a warning tone to his voice.

Don could see the aggravation in her face that she couldn’t *** him anymore, but none the less, she did as she was told.

“I’m sorry I ***d your dick.” She said, an obvious smart assed tone in her voice.

“Fucking worthless.” She mouthed to him where her master could not see it.


Don glanced up at Sir, but Jen grabbed his face and refocused his attention to her, warning him to keep his fucking mouth shut about the silent comment. The rage in her face, with the black lace covering her eyes, and the fetishr around her neck, Jen looked evil. She was not the wife he knew.


“Jen.” Sir said calmly, “I think it’s time you eased up on Don. You’ve used the power I gave you, and I don’t think you’re ready for it.”

“But!” she replied, hurt that she was losing her power.


Sir smacked her ass, and she didn’t finish the rest of the argument.


“I’d like you to open the safe and get the key to his restraint.” Sir commanded.


Jen punched in the combination easily and retrieved the key, sneering at her husband as she slammed the door shut, receiving another slap on her ass for it.


“I’d like you to release his cock from the restraint, but leave it connected to his testicles.”


Jen did as she was told and unlocked the restraint. As soon as his cock was free, she reconnected the ends that secured it to his balls and locked it shut again.

“At least you won’t be able to jerk off without busting your knuckles on the safe.” She told him with a smirk.


“You are a tenacious little minx, aren’t you?” Sir said jokingly.


Don could see a change in Jen’s face when she heard the comment. She closed her eyes and smiled warmly, sexily, as if the comment was a reward which aroused her. It had reduced her to a “pet”, which could behave youngishly and be rewarded with sex as long as she pleased him. It removed all responsibility for her to be an adult, and gave her the ability to be an entirely sexual entity.


“Yes, Sir… I am a tenacious… Minx.” She answered him softly with a grin that told Don she was eating it up.


The tone of her voice even took Sir by surprise.


Sir returned to the couch and sat down. Jen stood up and turned away from Don, refocusing all of her attention on Sir. She walked to him sexily and straddled his lap, taking the scotch from his hand and taking a sip for herself before handing it back to him.


“Can I be called Minx?” she asked him.

“And why should I let my pet give herself a new name?” Sir asked.

“Because Jen is married to that slug over there.” She told him, pointing over her shoulder toward Don without bothering to look at him, “I belong to you. I want to please you while he watches. I want to be your dirty little sex toy who spreads her legs for your pleasure, and ‘Jen’ just wouldn’t do that. ‘Minx’ makes me feel like a submissive little dirty girl.”

“Would ‘Minx’ accept this as her required uniform unless her master is in the mood for something different?” he asked.

“You would find ‘Minx’ on her knees at the door, wearing only what I’m wearing right now, with take in hand, waiting dutifully for her master.” She told him, “And Don would only get Jen. He’d never have the honor of playing with ‘Minx’ unless you wanted me to use him like a dildo… if he could get it up.”

“And would Minx submit to Don cleaning her up after I leave?” he asked.

“If I have to.” She said with an irritated tone, “I guess he could be the lap dog.”


Sir looked over to Don, kneeling at the coffee table. He studied him for a moment and looked at the differences between his two pets.


Sir took his pet’s face in his hand and gently squeezed her cheeks together, powering her to submissively focus her entire attention on him.

“You don’t get to be Minx unless I give you permission.” He warned her, “When you are Jen, you will be the good wife you’ve always been, and you will love your husband. When I give you permission to be Minx, then you can be the sex crazed bitch. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir.” She answered him, in a tone that Don could make out the pleasure despite the fact that he held her lips puckered out.


Sir released her face, and kissed her, and Don watched the back of her head as she returned his kiss passionately. His hands wandered down her back and to her ass, the tail covering the part that would make his wife completely nude to his eyes as she straddled another man.


Sir wrapped his arm around her waist and stood up, “Minx” wrapping her legs around his waist.

“Get down.” He told her.

She submissively dropped and stood before him.


Sir unclasped the chain around her waist, and spread her feet. Don could see the vibrator being slipped from her pussy as Sir removed her tail, and his wife allowed it willingly. He turned her around to face her husband and she smiled wickedly at him. Sir leaned down and began whispering in her ear privately, and the more he said, the hornier she seemed to become. Finally he leaned back up and looked at Don, and she leaned forward, placing the tail on the safe in front of. The vibrator was caked in her warm creamy cum, and she was nearly daring him to attempt to touch it.


Placing her hands on each side of the safe, she leaned close and squared off against her husband.

“He’s going to be getting me a new tag for my fetishr. It will say Minx.” She said, “When I’m not wearing it, I’ll be your loving… devoted wife, and this area of our life is off limits. But when I put it on, … when you see this fetishr around my neck, and the tag that says ‘Minx’, that means he’s coming. Minx get’s to be the spoiled, self absorbed little bitch she wants to be. I may be your wife, but my pussy belongs to him. Minx does as she pleases, and I want to please him. Minx… doesn’t give a cuckolds brownie about you. You only get to be here because I have to let you be here. And my authority over you doesn’t end until this fetishr comes off. When that happens, this part of our life is off limits again, and NOTHING can be held against me. Do you understand?”


“Yes, … Minx.” Don answered.


“I know your sick fucking fantasy.” She continued, “And I’d rather you not be here when I please my owner, but he’s determined to allow it. So as far as I’m concerned, you’re no different than the family dog that sits at the end of the bed and watches us fuck. So when Minx is fucking her master, you do what you’re told and be a good boy, or Minx will beat you with a fucking rolled up newspaper. Your… breed of family fucking dog is called Cuck. You’re a lap dog, and I think you know what I mean.”


“Yes Minx.” He answered.


Jen smiled that Don accepted her as Minx, and the slut, Minx was officially born. She would do as she pleased. She would be an uninhibited bitch, and a spoiled brat, and answer to no one but Sir. And she was allowed to act that way as long as she wore the fetishr, with Sir’s permission.


Minx turned back around, her ass bouncing as she eagerly waited for her master to give her a task. She leaned up and kissed him, and began unbuttoning his shirt, eager to have him completely. Working her way down, she unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock.


Licking the length of his shaft, she looked up submissively into his eyes, treating it as if it were a lollipop she were eager to consume. Don’s cock began to get hard as he watched Minx licking her master’s cock without regard to the cuck still chained to the safe. She did glance over at him occasionally, and grin at him, letting him know that he had no chance of receiving the same treatment. She even pushed the button on the remote a couple of times to fuck with him as he felt the vibrations from the safe remisterating into his subdued balls. “Try not to get your dick stuck in one of those holes back there.” She mocked him.


Sir began to back away from her and returned to the couch. Don now had an unobstructed view of the show as Minx straddled his lap once more and began rubbing her bare pussy over the shaft of his cock. He could see the head of his cock moving around as Minx’s lips slid back and forth over them, wet and glistening with cum as she felt the large cock between her legs.


“Can I put it in me?” she asked.

“Actually,” he said, “I believe I’d like to have a fresh take, and maybe a lap dance.”

“Ohhh, please?” Minx begged him, “I want to fuck.”

Sir looked at her and it was all the response she required.


Climbing off his lap, Minx angrily took his glass and began walking toward the kitchen, but then stopped and returned to Don. She opened the safe and pulled out the scotch, and then released his chain from the back of the safe.

“Go fix him a take.” She ordered.


Don pulled the chain from the hole and finally stood up, his knees sore from being in one position for too long. He watched “Minx” run to the stereo as he made his way to the kitchen, and as he filled the glass with more ice, he heard the stereo come on.


When Don returned to the living room, he found his wife standing between her master’s legs, grinding her naked ass into his groin to the sound of the music playing. She completely ignored Don as he poured the scotch into the glass, and leaned back against Sir’s chest, pulling his hands up to her breasts as Don took him his take.


He stood there watching as his wife rubbed her naked body all over his.

“Go sit down Don.” Sir told him as he accepted the take from him.


Don quietly returned to the other side of the table, behind the safe because it was the best vantage point to see all that slutty Minx would do for her master.


Minx rubbed all over him as she danced seductively to the music, in ways that Don had never seen his wife do. She worked to keep her body as close to his as she rubbed against him, pulling his shirt up so that she could rub her naked breasts against his bare chest. Don could see the man’s cock sliding back and forth between the cheeks of his wife’s ass, and he watched intently as Sir sipped the take that Don had just made him.


Occasionally, Minx would take the take from his hand and take a sip, and then hand it back to him. She had accepted his dominance fully, and loved playing with him.


When she got tired of dancing, Minx slowly climbed down between his legs and took his cock into her mouth. She heard the clink of ice in his empty glass, and felt around for it, taking his glass from his hand, and holding it out for Don. Don stood up and took the glass from her hand, and she never stopped sucking his cock as he filled Sir’s glass.


“Thank you Don.” He told him as he accepted the take and allowed him to watch his wife for a few moments. She sucked his cock passionately, savoring every inch of it in her mouth, completely oblivious to her husband standing there watching it.


Sir took his hand and placed it on the back of her head to make it more real to him. He felt her hair in his hand, and felt her head bobbing up and down on the strange cock, her lips around his shaft seeming so very different than the wife he had been married to for so many years.


“She is an excellent cock sucker.” Sir told him as he allowed him to watch.

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I really would like to see this one continue.
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