Merry Christmas Darling

As my wife's young lover slumped back onto her bed breathing heavily I pulled my hand quickly away from his cock. Looking down I saw my other hand still hopelessly carressing the hard shiny front of my chastity belt. Without concious thought I had been trying futilely to stimulate my own poor neglected cock even as I gently rubbed his. What did that mean ? Was I turning gay ? Or was I just so desperate for stimulation that anything sexual would do. From any source, male or female ?
No, I couldn't accept that either. The fact surely was that, unable to obtain any stimulation at all for my so long denied cock, I was living Michael's. I was feeding from his pleasure, his arousal. Then mixing that with the offense of performing such a disgusting act on a man who was, by his own admission, in love with my wife. Seeing him using her clothes, lieing in her bed, obtaining such blessed relief from the closeness of her belongings,her smell. Faced with the mind blowing possibility that I might never get to make love to my own wife again, perhaps, if Michael got his way, never be allowed to even touch her,it was everything I yearned so desperately to do. And here he was, taking even that away from me.
I was stirred from my sad reverie when he jumped up and sliding down my wife's knickers, leaving them lieing on the carpet, quickly dressed. He seemed even more embarrassed than I was by our brief encounter.
'Bring me a cane quickly,' he said quietly. I retrieved one from a drawer in my wife's closet and handed it to him.
'Bend over and don't move. If you stay still and make no sound it will be over quickly. Bend now !'
I was trembling as I touched my toes. When Master John flogged me I was usually tied down. I was far from sure that I had the resilience to take a caning without being fully restrained. SLASH ! SLASH ! SLASH ! Three cutting blows in quick succession confirmed my fears. I bolted upright crying out and thrusting my hands back to protect my rear. I fully expected to be screamed at to bend back over but, as I looked around, he was gone. The cane was lieing on the bed where he had thrown it.
I heard his footsteps decending the stairs then his voice as he called back, 'I'll be sure to let your wife know about the state in which you had her bedroom when I see her slave.'
Completely unfair, but hardly unexpected. And the caning ? Far lighter and shorter than I'd feared. Obviously, from his quick and embarrassed departure, this whole episode had not been any more comfortable for him than it had been for me. Perhaps this was not going to work. If my wife was insisting he be more cruel and demanding in his treatment of me but he found he could not do it, what then ?
Perhaps, I thought, in a moment of ridiculous madness, I should encourage him, sing his praises to my wife. Or rather make it clear to her that he was a very cruel master to me. That way maybe he wouls stay and she would accept him. Then, best of all, I would not be so badly treated or beaten. Certainly he would be much easier to cope with than Master John ! Perhaps I could even persuade him to feel sorry for me, put a word in for me with my wife ? Possibilities ? Yes . Or so I thought.

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I was up before dawn on the day of my wife's return from holiday. I had checked and double checked everything yesterday but now I did it again. I wanted so much for everything to be perfect for her return. She had always had very high standards with regard to our home and I wanted to show her that I had worked really hard while she was away. I could not have her affection in the normal ways a husband might expect so I sought her aproval as a slave. Somehow the most important thing in the world to me had become to please her. I couldn't do it as a man, not now that she had experienced such incredible sex from other men, so I had to try to do it as a servant.
Finally sure that everything was perfect, I left for the airport. My black rubber maids outfit was hidden beneath a track suit and I wore my only pair of male shoes, black trainers. I was early at the airport and her flight was delayed. By the time it landed I was frantic with nerves. I had missed her so much ! When she finally emerged from arrivals I couldn't swallow for the huge lump in my throat and my vision was blurred by tears. I rushed toward her, realising that she was alone.
'Hello slave,' was her greeting. Then seeing me looking for John she explained. 'Master John sends his regards. He caught a connecting flight straight back to Scotland.'
'Yes !' I thought, reaching for the large wheeled suitcase at her side.
'Erm, excuse me, is that how a slave greets his mistress ?' A stern look covered her beautiful features as she pushed one foot toward me. I looked down at her dainty toes as they peeked from the end of her high heeled silver sandal, then glanced nervously around at the crowd of people meeting and greeting my wife's fellow passengers.
'I'm waiting,' she reminded me coldly.
Sinking resignedly to my knees I bent forward and lovingly kissed each perfect toe. Changing over her feet she smiled proudly down at me as I repeated my devotions. As I stood and took the handle of her case I was accutely aware of the stares from passers by. Some of them were openly laughing and one even complimented my wife on 'knowing how to treat a man'. My face burned as I headed quickly for the exit. My mistress had to tell me twice to slow down so that she could 'enjoy my shame'.
During the car journey home my wife talked insessantly from the back seat, singing the praises of her lover and making sure I understood what a marvelous time she had had. I should have been hurt but I smiled and went right on grinning the whole way home. She was back. My darling wife was home. I had my mistress back. I loved her completely. I was nothing when she wasn't around. She had gone away for a week. It had seemed like a year to me. I had worried every day about the possibility of her not returning, of running away with John. But here she was. Full of praise for him, full of admiration, even of love. I would never hear her talk about me that way I knew. But even that gut wrenching realisation could not dampen my spirits. She was back. My wife, my Mistress ! She was home.

As I pulled the car into the drive I noticed Michael's car was already in there. 'Shit !' I thought. What does a guy have to do to get some time alone with his wife ? He got out of his car as we drew up and my faithless wife jumped out of the car and ran to him. Jumping into his arms she planted a big wet kiss on his lips. As I opened the boot to get her suitcase I glanced furtively around hoping there were no neighbours watching.
I followed them into the house but by the time I got inside they had gone upstairs. My wife had kicked off her shoes on her way to the stairs and I picked them up, holding them reverently to my face. I kissed them gently before sniffing their heady scent and pushing out my tongue to lap devotedly at the inside that had been so honoured to cradle her soft and dainty soles.
Later I went to empty her suitcase and begin sorting her dirty holiday clothes for washing but the case was locked. Disturbing her wasn't an option so I sat cuddling her discarded shoes listening to the faint sounds of her passion seeping through the walls and floor, marvelling at her insatiable sex drive. A whole week away screwing one guy and as soon as she gets back she jumps into bed with another ! I wished I was in a position to benefit from her newly revived libido but that was not going to happen. Probably just as well. How the hell could I cope with a woman like her ?
After a couple of hours I heard her calling me. I curtsied as I entered her formally immaculate bedroom. Clothes were brownietered on the floor, bedcovers strewn around and the air was heavy with the smell of raw natural sex. He was in the en suit bathroom and she was laid across the bed covered by a single white sheet, face glowing and relaxed in the afterglow.
'Bring me my suitcase slave, quickly,' she instructed.
When I returned with it she was sitting on the bed dressed in Michael's shirt. 'Here's the key, open it and take out half the clothes. Then strip off your uniform.'
I quickly obeyed, glancing up as Michael came back into the room. His impressive manhood mocked me as it swayed in time to his steps till he sat down beside my wife.
'Right, now get in there.'
What ? 'Please maam, I don't understand'.
'There's nothing to understand cuckolds brownie for brains. Curl yourself up and lie down in the case.'
'Please maam, I don't think.......'
'That's right you don't,' yelled Michael, 'Now do as you 're fucking told'.
I jumped at his voice. I'd never heard him talk like that. To be honest I didn't think he had it in him.
Curling into a tight ball I managed to fit within the confines of the case. My wife then picked up the items of dirty clothes I had removed and stuffed them back in over and around me. Then she had her young lover pull down the lid so that she could zip it closed. The first bit zipped ok but he had to sit on top of me and press down hard to allow her to close the last few inches of zip. A feeling of panic came over me as I realised how stifflingly enclosed I was. Was it airtight ? Fuck I needed out ! Now !
'I hope you're comfortable slave,' I heard my treacherous spouse laugh as she undid the zip a couple of inches to peer inside. 'Michael and I have a lot of catching up to do and some important issues to discuss. That means we need you out of the way. So you just lie there among my dirty washing. Breath it all in. I kept it all just for you. My purfume, my sweat and, not forgetting John's lovely spunk. There must be at least a couple of pints soaked into my dirty knickers. Enjoy yourself slave, I'll see you later. Much later '.
Before I could protest the zip was closed and I felt my cloustraphobic primister being pushed along the floor and under my wife's bed.

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It was a real struggle not to panic. The air inside the case soon became hot and stale. The smell of my wife which permeated her clothes had my cock straining futilely against its primister. There was also the definite tang of stale spunk coming from the various pairs of panties stuffed into the case around me. The caes itself could not have been a better fit holding me completely imobile, and I wondered if my wife had had this in mind when she bought it.
I was getting pins and needles and my legs were going into cramps. I struggled to calm my breathing, trying to concentrate on the sexyness of the situation. It heped when the sounds of their lovemaking began to penetrate my primister. She was squeeling like a banshee and he was grunting in time with his thrusts. I managed to wrangle one hand under me to touch the impassive steel of my chastity belt. I stroked it then tapped at it trying desperately to gain some sensation for my useless cock. The whole situation was incredibly erotic but I could do nothing to benefit from it. Soon frustration began to turn to panic once more as the hoplessness of my predicament overwhelmed me. I struggled not to cry out, hoping my good behaviour might melt some of the ice from my Mistress wife's heart so that she could take pity on me and set me free.
I was on the point of giving up and screaming for her when their grunts and groans reached a peak before silence eventually fell. A couple of minutes later I felt my suitcase cocoon being pulled out from under the bed.
The sound of their mixed laughter became clearer when the zip was opened a few inches. Sencing freedom I opened my mouth wide to draw in the fresh cool air that red through the gap. Suddenly my chin was prodded then more laughter came fro outside as I realised that Michael was shoving his now relaxed penis through the hole in the zip.
'Open wide boy,' I heard him laugh. 'Get this cleaned up.'
He must have been lieing down beside the suitcase making his groin at just the right level. I could smell them both and feel their mixed juices as he waved his cock around, prodding my cheeks searching for my mouth.
'If you want to get out of there any time soon you'd better do as I say slave,' he warned. I had to get out. I couldn't stand it any longer. Closing my eyes and grimacing in disgust I opened wide and felt him find his target. Closing my lips I licked and sucked clean the cock of my wife's young lover. The warmth of my mouth soon drew a responce and I felt him begin to harden. Thankfully he withdrew and I powerd myself to be calm as I awaited my iminent release.
I knew it was going to take a little longer than I thought when I heard more laughter and felt my wife's shapely thighs rest on top of the case. Pushing her sodden pussy lips against the gap in the zip she laid back and drummed her heels into the top of the case.
'Get that tongue out here slave,' she ordered. 'My pussy needs cleaning.'
I had a real struggle to power my face against the inside of the case and stretch my tongue through the hole. Only the very tip of my tongue could reach but I used it to my best ability, curling it to scoop her lover's warm goo directly from her unfaithful pussy. As soon as I paused in my ministrations to rest my aching tongue she drummed her heels harder causing me to cry out in pain as I was completely unable to defend myself.
Thanfully, she eventually tiered of her game and stood up. 'If that's the best you can do to welcome your mistress home then I think you need a little more time to consider your options slave.' she scolded me as she stamped her foot down on the top of the case in time with her words. I cried out for mercy but she ignored me, asking Michael to do up the zip before slipping her delicate little feet back into her high heeled sandals and climbing on top of the suitcase. Once there she stamped around like she was crushing insects before calling to her lover to hold her hands so that she could balance well enough to jump up and down driving her dagger - like heels into my side. Without the material of the case between us she would have stabbed me to death. As it was I just felt like she was doing it. I cried and screamed, begged for mercy, promised her anything and everything. I was drowning in despair as my heartfelt please were met with her giggles and sqeels of pleasure.
With no means of escape and no way to protect myself I was at her mercy and she knew it. I was ready to pass out from the combination of pain, panic, stale air and heat by the time she finally stopped. I felt tears of joy pour from my eyes as I heard the zip being undone. Those tears became ones of bitter defeat when the zip stopped at just a few inches.
'That was fun wasn't it slave ? I think we should do that more often. You have no idea what a turn on it is, and guess wh gets the benefit of that ? So it's out of the way for sissy slaves. Just be gratefull I let you stay under my bed and listen.'
'Oh and afterwards Michael and I have a lot of catching up to do and some important things to discuss. If I still have the energy I might let you out when we're finished'.
No ! No ! I have to get out !
The zip was pulled closed and I felt the case being pushed back under the bed. That's when I broke down. I cried out in desperate frustration, in panic, in fear ! I began to sob and beg pittyfully.
'Shut up,' Michael scolded.
'No darling, it's ok,' I heard my wife's now muffled voice soothe him. 'I quite like it. What could be more sexy than a hot unfaithful wife screwing her young lover's brains out while she listens to her poor slave husband scream and beg ?'

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So scream I did. Till my throat was sore, my head ached and my body lay twitching in muscle spasms and dripping in sweat. Eventually I either ****** or fell arelax, I'm not sure which. I was woken by the suitcase being pulled out from under the bed once more. The zip was pulled open a couple of inches as I lay shivering, dreading what I was sure was coming next. I started to cry and beg once more for pity.
My wife's voice surprised me, 'If you want me to let you out of there any time soon slave, I suggest you shut up and listen. I can very easily have Michael shove you back under the bed and leave you there for the night.'
That got my attention and, with a supreme effort of will, I managed to quiet my sobbing.
'That's better,' she soothed, 'Now I want you to listen very carefully. Michael and I have had a nice long talk while you've been napping. I had a wonderful holiday with John but unfortunately it was kind of a finale. He's found himself another woman and is getting engaged. I didn't want to tell you about it before the holiday because I knew it would have spoilt the experience for you. Anyway, the fact is, I've decided that I need a man, a real man to take care of me. I can get sex, lots of sex from lots of guys but, the fact is that it's not enough. It's not enough for me because I need to be loved and I need to love. I need emotion in my sex sometimes. I need to make love, not just fuck. It's not enough for you because I know how much me screwing other guys hurts and humiliates you but turns you on too. I also know that the effect is magnified many times over if you think I'm in love with the guy who's screwing me. That's where Michael comes in. He's been telling me every time we meet that he's in love with me. I was his first and so I thought that was all it was. The thing is, he hasn't had any other woman since that night on his eighteenth birthday party and he says he doesn't want any other woman. That's why I decided to let him have me bareback. It's so much more intimate that way. He loves me. He's IN love with me. That's a nice feeling but, as I've explained to him, there are some problems. There's the age gap for a start. He say's he doesn't care though so why should I ? After all I'd have to be crazy to refuse the love of such a gorgeous young hunk, don't you think?'
The only thing I was thinking was that I needed out, now ! Whatever it took, I had to get out !
'There is another problem though. If I'm going to invest my love in another man then I have to consider you too. You may have given up all rights as my husband but you are still my slave. We come as a package. That means that he needs to learn to treat you in an apropriate way. He has to be able to get over his shyness and learn to treat you as I do, with the contempt you deserve. I need a lover who can help me discipline my slave. A lover who will hurt and humiliate you for my amusement. That can't be easy for him'.
'Not easy for HIM ! ?' I thought.
'So I want to ask you to help him slave. In fact I've decided that, if you want to remain as my slave you must work especially hard to ensure he really takes to his role as your master. Of course, it will be good for you too. Think how humiliating it will be for you. A grown middle aged man being teased, humiliated and punished by a boy less than half his age !'
Right then I didn't care, I just wanted out !
'So, to help you Michael and I have come up with a set of rules. If you want to get out of your little suitcase you better agree to each one. If you refuse or even hesitate to agree, then it's goodnight. You stay where you are and we discuss this again in the morning. I'm sure that by then you'll be more keen to co-operate.'
'Please maam,' I cried, 'I'll co-operate now, I promise ! Please let me out, I'll do whatever you say !'
'What I want you to do slave is shut up and listen'.

As soon as the zip was loosened I tried to spring up. Unfortunately my legs failed me. I fell over and groaned in agony from the pins and needles in my limbs.
I was allowed only a couple of minutes relief before my *** was resumed.
'Right slave,' Master Michael spoke sternly, 'Get over to the end of the bed. I want you on your back, legs stretched out against the bed end, now !'
I crawled over lay on my back and pushed my legs straight up. My feet just reached the top of the ornamental metal bed end. Master Michael quickly tied them together before securing them to the metal frame. My Mistress meanwhile was fastening my wrists to the bottom of the bed frame legs.
Once they were finished I was completely helpless. One wrist secured to each bed leg, feet straight up, legs against the cold metal frame. Going to the dreaded suitcase my wife retrieved a hand full of her dirty knickers and began stuffing them into my mouth. Once it was full she secured them in place with two stockings wrapped tightly around my head, powering the balled up knickers into the back of my throat. More pairs of dirty knickers were placed over my head, the crotches carefully placed over my nose and mouth.
'Now slave I want you to behave,' I heard her say. I turned my head and looked over to see her handing a bamboo cane to her young lover. She kissed him deeply, running her delicate fingers over his chest before turning back to me.
'Your master needs some practice in administering discipline and you need to get used to accepting it. This is going to hurt you a lot but that's ok, I want it to. I need Michael to see that he has a free hand and does not need to worry about my interfering in his disciplining of you. He needs confidence and you need to understand that he is your master. If he wants to hurt you then he can hurt you. I will just love him all the more and you my pet will just worship and obey him all the more. Why ? Because I wish it'.
With that she sat down beside me and lifted my head shuffling forward to rest it on her knee. Leaning forward she kissed my forhead before turning to her lover. 'Punish my slave for me darling, I want him to understand who owns him'.
She adjusted the knickers over my face so that I could not see him aproach. I wondered desperately where the first blow would land.

It came as a surprise to both my wife and me when Michael told her to stand up. In answer to her query he told her, 'If I'm going to be master of this house then I'm going to do it properly. That means no questions from either you or your slave. Now get up.'
Lifting my head from her lap, my wife quietly obeyed her young lover. 'Good girl,' he patronised her. 'Now bend over and touch your toes'.
'Darling ?' she questioned him.
'Your slave boy needs to know who is in charge here and you need to understand that I will not tolerate anything but total respect from him. I may have to prove that I can master the wimp but you have to prove that you accept my mastery of him. With that in mind I'm going to give you a little taste of what you can expect if you ever allow him to show the slightest disresect to me. At the same time, I want him to see you submit to me. He has to realise that I own his wife. I suspect that's not an easy thing to accept, so we have to make sure that everyone knows there place right from the start'.
I had wriggled my head around till I managed to be able to see from one eye through the leg holes of the knickers my wife had wrapped around my face. It was obvious that she had not been expecting this and when she saw looking at her she gave me a cold nasty look as if it was my fault she was about to get her cute little ass tanned.
Lifting her skirt Michael spanked her six times with the flat of his hand. My wife cried out each time but managed not to jump up. I got a real revenge kick out of watching but at the same time, I hated him for treating her like that. I was jealous as hell too. She would never have let me do that to her.
As he pulled her head up by her hair I saw her eyes were filled with tears. He saw it too and gently kissed them away. Wrapping her arms around his neck she gasped,' I know who I belong to, I'm yours. I'll always be yours'.
'Good,' he smiled, 'Then lets make sure your slave is as sure as you are'.
Lifting my head she slipped under me, pulling the dirty knickers back into place to block my view. Leaning forward I heard her whisper, ' Don't worry slave, I'll get you for causing me to get spanked like that'.
How the fuck was it my fault I was wondering until the first blow landed. The cane sliced into the soles of my feet. Despite my bonds, I think my whole body lifted into the air as I screamed into my knicker gag. Again, then again. I couldn't breath for the pain ! 'Make sure your slave understands his position babe,' he instructed my wife.
'Oh I think he understands just fine don't you slave ?'
I nodded emphatically.
'Why don't you take over while I get us a bottle of champers from the fridge,' he suggested.
'Ok babe good idea,' my wife answered as she pushed my head off her lap to stand up. 'What are we celebrating ?'
'How about everyone knowing their place,' he suggested.
'Ok by me,' she laughed.
The next strike was lighter but, coming on top of Michael's earlier heavy ones, it was agony. Again, then again.
'Hurts does it slave,' my unfaithful wife laughed. 'Just think what will happen if you really piss him off. I used to love watching his uncle John punish you. It was always such a turn on. So much so that it went a little too far sometimes. There were a couple of occassions we got a little too near the edge weren't there ? That's another reamister why Michael is going to be so good for us. He doesn't have his uncles nasty streak. He has to work quite hard to hurt you when I ask him to you know.'
Fuck ! Was I supposed to feel sorry for the guy ?
'In future your punishments are going to lean more to the psychological rather than the physical. But don't expect to get away with anything. Michael is completely determined to ingratiate himself with me and he knows that to do that he must master my slave. You just make sure that you work equally hard to help him. Show total respect for him as you do for me and you'll be fine. Now where was I ? Oh yes...'
Whack ! Whack ! Whack !
I was imencely glad when Michael came back and she threw down the cane to take a chilled glass of bubbly from him.
'Are you enjoying yourself ?' he asked her.
'Yes but I'm afraid there's just no way I can hit as hard as you darling. Will you take over again for me ?'
'No problem.'
Shit, not again !
'And no crying slave, ' she insisted. 'Have some shred of self respect. Take your punishment like a man'.
My head in her lap once more she stroked my face through her dirty knickers while the blows rained down on my sore defenceless feet once more. Stupidly I tried not to cry. I actually wanted to prove to her that I was still a man, not a snivelling sissy.I had no where to go though, escape was no more an option than was pity from from my unfaithful wife and her determined young lover. Nevertheless, I tried. Wrenching at my bonds I screamed and pleaded. Tossing my head from side to side I tried to find a leg hole in the knickers over my face. If I could make eye contact with my wife then surely I could make her see my pain, make her take pity on me. Unfortunately she took hold of my thrashing head and held it still while instructing her lover. 'Harder babe ! Again ! Oh yes I think he really felt that one ! Do it again. Now three quick ones. Oh yes I love it when you make him scream. He's starting to cry too, I can feel him sobbing.Listen to him begging through his gag. It's pathetic isn't it ? He knows now my darling. He knows who's in charge. He knows who I belong to.'
Finally he stopped. 'I think that should do the trick,' I heard him gasp. I could hear the excitement in his voice. He was breathing nearly as hard as I was !
'Oh babe ,' my wife moaned, 'Don't stop yet. I was really enjoying that. Five more. Give him five really good ones. No. Five each foot, thats ten. Give the little cuckolds brownie ten of the best.'
'Alright, why not,' he sighed. He was trying as hard as I was to impress her. We both loved her, both wanted her to love us. Unfortunately for me, I had no chance. She didn't want bravardo or manliness from me. She wanted surrender. Complete and absolute surrender.
I felt her lean forward to kiss my forhead with her gorgeous full lips. I felt the heat of those lips even through the several layers if silk she held tight around my face.
'It's ok slave,' she whispered. You can cry now. Let it out, let it all out. You are not a man, you don't have to try to act like one. Cry slave. Cry your heart out for me.'
I was sobbing uncontrollably before the first strike landed. It was as if her words, spoken so softly, so cruel and yet the closest thing to compassion she had shown me for so long, had opened a flood gate. It all came pouring out. I was lost. Reality blurred. The pain in my feet. The cruelty of my darling wife. Her soft embrace as she held me to her soothing my forehead while, at the same time, encouraging her young lover to hit me harder. I felt like I was floating away. I'd never felt more helpless. I'd never been more in love with her. Through my sobbs, floating toward me on waves of emotion I became aware of her words, 'You have no idea how turned on I am right now my sissy cuckolded chastified excuse for a husband. I think I'm going to cum right here and now. Right here and...ohhhhhhhhhhh !'

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I intended to bring this tale to an end but lots of things have been happening that I think you guys would like to know. I'm going to be very busy this weekend, more of that later, but I will make a real effort to get some writing done after that. That is if there is still enough interest in my story ?????

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As her orgasm subsided my wife realised that I was still sobbing and crying out for her mercy. Michael was still beating my swollen feet. 'It's ok sweetheart,' she told him, 'You can stop now. I think we showed him who's in charge around here'.
As the blows stopped I gasped and heved to draw enough air into my lungs to thank her over and over again. The fact that she was responsible for the beating in the first place was gone from my head. All I knew right then was that she had stopped it. She had stopped the pain and I loved her for it. My sore throat burned as I tried to tell her how much I loved her.
Ignoring my grateful adoration she pushed my head off her lap and stood up on visibly shaky legs. Michael held her as she kissed him, thanking him for disciplining her slave. Going into the bathroom she returned with a towel and what looked like a funnel. She pulled the dirty knickers from my face and mouth before lifting my head and placing the towel under it. I thought she was making some small consession to my comfort and I began crying again, this time in pathetic gratitude. I soon found I was mistaken.
Placing the end of the funnel in my mouth she then stood looking down at me. Leaning back into her lovers chest as his arms came around her, she carressed the side of my face with her foot. 'Oh there there slave,' she soothed, 'Don't cry. It's over.......for now. How long it is before your master beats you again depends on how well behaved you are. If you learn quickly and accept things for how they are, it might be.....oh minutes, or even a few hours.' They both laughed as she used her tiny perfect toes to wipe away my tears.
'Now listen carefully sissy boy,' she went on, 'We've decided to let you have the honour of spending the night in our bedroom, with us. But.....only if you make yourself useful. You do want to be useful to me don't you slave?'
'Yes maam,' I mumred around the sides of the funnel and nodded.
'Good, because if you stop being useful to me I just might have to throw you out of my house, and you wouldn't want that would you?'
'No maam, please maam, I'll be very useful,' I promised in garred fashion.
'Good. So, the thing is, your master and I are very tiered now. It's such a long way for us to walk to the bathroom, even though it is en-suite,' she laughed. 'That's why we thought that maybe you could help out. If either of us gets caught short, instead of that long walk to the toilet, we could use you. After all, you are our slave, aren't you ?'
I nodded my head resignedly.
'And......if you are a good slave and don't spill a single drop on my towel, I will give you a little reward.'
'Oh cuckolds brownie, here it comes,' I thought, knowing how cruel she could be.
Imagine my surprise then when she continued.
'How about,' she paused dramatically,' How about, I let you splatter my gorgeous feet with cum ?'
'What ?' Were my ears deceiving me ?
'Don't look so shocked slave. It's been a steep learning curve for you and I know it hasn't been easy. I thought maybe some positive reinpowerment might be a good idea. And I know how much you love my feet. So what do you think?'
Fuck ! What did I think ? Fuck !
'There is just one little condition though slave,' she added.
'Oh now,' I thought, 'Here it comes !' But I was wrong again.
'If I let you spurt cum all over my sexy little feet you have to lick it up and thank both me and Michael for the priveledge.'
I was nodding like mad. No problem ! I even forgot the pain in my own vulgarised feet.
'And you have to mean it,' she added, 'You have to be completely sincere when you thank us. If either of us doubts you....well, I'm sure Michael's caning arm will be well rested by then.'
Still nodding, smiling, blubbering my promises and thanks like the pathetic excuse for a man I'd become. My long imprimistered cock was battering at the steel walls of its primister as my purple nused balls ached with renewed frustration. Despite all that I wanted to laugh out loud with relief. Finally ! I loved her ! I wanted so desperately for her to know how much.
'Alright calm down silly. Remember you have a job to do first. I'm sure you'll do your best won't you slave. Now we are going to get into bed. You just make sure you don't let me down. You are my toilet tonight, nothing more. Remember that. Now goodnight slave'.

They both fell arelax quite quickly and after a while my jaw was aching from holding the funnel. i was beginning to think that I would get away with not having to deal with takeing their piss when I heard someone get out of bed. In the dim moonlight penetrating the curtains I could see it was my wife. That was a relief. Given the choice I would far rather take my own wife's offering than her lover's.
Without a word she knelt over my face, her thighs just touching the rim of the funnel. Tightening the seal of my lips round the end tube of the funnel I waited. Eventually there was a short spurt and the dry salty taste of urine hit my tongue. I swallowed as another spurt hit the plastic and funneled down into my throat. Then, with a sgh of release my mistress released what felt like a torrent. I swallowed as quickly as possible, pressing my tongue against the end of the tube to halt the flow whilst I took quick breaths of air before releasing another mouthful and repeating the process. Eventually she was finished and rose to wander relaxily back to bed and into the warm embrace of her lover.
I was still swallowing the last of her deposit when I heard him stirring. My wife's trip to relieve herself must have woken him and now he felt the same need to empty his bladder. As her stood over me I realised that from the height he would be pissing it was inevitable that some would splash out of the funnel and onto the towel. In a panic my mind raced to think of some way to warn him or persuade him to kneel down. Fortunately, I need not have worried. He knelt at the top of my head and aimed his flaccid but still impressive organ at the funnel in my mouth. The funnel still wet from his woman's earlier visit. My stomache grumred in disgust as I contemplated my fate. I had to think hard to convince myself I could do this. It would be worth it many times over for the reward I would soon receive from my darling wife.
Unlike his lover, Michael's release was immediate. Like a fire hose he let loose into the funnel. I was panicing so much that the funnel was going to overflow that I nearly let it slip from my lips. Catching it just in time, I swallowed like my life depended on it ! Over and over again. Twice, to my temporary relief, he stopped. Each time though, he started again. By the time he stood to go back to bed, my stomache felt bloated and, for the first time, I began to worry about what would happen when I needed to piss. Surely that would not be long now.

By the time my wife and her lover were stirring I was desperate. I needed to pee, desperately ! I knew though that pissing all over her bedroom floor was not going to put my wife in the mood to grant me my reward. So I held it.
Imagine my despair when she once more knelt over my face and smiling sweetly, released her morning deluge into the funnel. The sound of the liquid hitting the plastic funnel nearly beat my concentration. I tried desperately to think of something else. I had to hold on, I had to !
Then, just to improve matters, he knelt in front of her with his dick hanging into the funnel and added his salty offering to hers.
So there I lay, sweating with the strain of holding my own urine whilst frantically swallowing that of my wife and her lover.
As I looked up I could see them kissing. They were ignoring me completely, treating me as a toilet. Wow ! A new low for me then ! Just when I was beginning to think I couldn't possibly get any lower !

As the kissing got more passionate I saw his hand go to her breast to tweek her sensitive nipples. Her hand dropped to his still leaking cock and she swirled it around creating a mini whirlpool of piss within the funnel.
Finally, he was empty and they both rose so that she could lead him by his now swelling manhood, back to the bed.
Fuck ! I didn't have time for them to start this ! I needed to piss. Now !
How I held it I'll never know. Luckily she came very quickly and, for some reamister, insisted that she didn't want him to. So the relief when I was finally untied and allowed to crawl to the bathroom was indescribable ! I couldn't stand on my legs as they had gone to relax. Not that I could have stood the pain of standing on my poor swollen soles anyway. To add to my torment I was not allowed to use thier en-suite either. I had to crawl all the way down the hall to the main bathroom. I actually started pissing as soon as I was through the bathroom door. I couldn't help myself ! Luckily it was a vinyl floor and I managed to wipe it without my wife being any the wiser before I heard her calling me back to the bedroom.
As I entered, still on my knees, I could see her gorgeous naked soles as she lay on the bed resting her feet on the metal bed frame end. Using the same metal frame for support I was able to rise to stand on my painfully throbbing feet. If I had not been so focussed on my upcoming reward I would probably have been panicing that Michael had done permanent damage to me. As it was, I stared fixedly at those beautiful feet. Wriggling her toes teasingly my wife congratulated me, 'I'm very pleased with you slave. You appear to make a much better toilet than you do a man or a husband. Perhaps we've found your true calling.'
'Yes maam, thank you maam,' I mumred, unable to tear my gaze from those dainty little feet.
'Now, you remember what I promised you as a reward slave ? Let's have a look at that towel'.
Michael held it up, 'Dry as a bone,' he said.
'Phew,' I thought for a minute he might have wet it himself whilst I was in the other bathroom emptying my bladder of their piss. It would be just like him, and definitely just like her. But no, I was in the clear !
'So, what did I promise you slave?'
'Please maam,' I gushed, 'You said I could cum on your feet'.
'Well that's not exactly true is it,' she smiled. 'What I said was that I would let you splatter my feet with cum. I did not say who's cum it would be did I ?'
'Oh no ! Please no! ' The room was spinning as a cold shiver ran up my back. 'Not again please, not again !' I tthought.
'So who's cum do you think most desrves to coat your mistresses gorgeous feet slave ? Who's cum do you think your mistress would like on her feet ?'
I couldn't trust myself to speak.

Blue you are the ultimate storymaster - this has had me riveted all the way through.
Am I still jealous of your lifestyle after reading everything so far - hell yes!!
Would I take your place - in a flash, yes!!
The last bit of the story is so facinating, I know you have gone through a lot and I am sure all your readers would like to say a big thank you for relating everything in such great detail

Tanya xx

Tanya, thank you. It's not been easy to get it all 'on paper' so to speak, but encouragement like yours makes it all worthwhile. Thank you again !

'You may stand slave. Now come closer, I have a job for you, ' my wife instructed me. ' My darling didn't get to cum yet this morning so I want you to help me put that right.'
Michael moved to stand beside me, his impressive manhood already lengthening in anticipation. I couldn't believe I'd been so gullible. I knew what a bitch she could be. I knew how much she had grown to love torturing and teasing me. It was obvious ! Why was I so stupid ? I wanted desperately for her to see how unhappy I was. I wanted to tell her but how could I ? If I could look at her she would see it in my eyes, she would feel sorry for me, her heart would melt, she would change her mind. Unfortunately that would mean breaking one of her rules and my poor feet were still way too sore for me to contemplate that !
So there I stood, staring at the floor, angry, mostly with myself, dissappointed and frustrated. You would think that would be enough but no, my darling wife wanted to add a dash of offense to the mix.
'Now slave, take your master's lovely cock in your hand and play with it nice and gently. Keep it pointed at my feet. I want to feel his lovely virile sperm between my toes'.
Shit ! I hated this. I think it was difficult for him too, but he had the benefits of sexual release and my wife's gentle encouragement on his side. What did I have ?
'There now, isn't that nice. My darling having his needs taken care of by my slave. You be careful sissy, make sure you handle that man-sized cock with respect. That's a real cock, not a poor excuse for a toy one like you have'.
I wanted this over as quickly as possible. The feel of that thing in my hand disgusted me. Then again, maybe I should be grateful it was just in my hand.
'Slow down slave,' my mistress scolded me, 'Your master wants to enjoy this. Be gentle. If you are going to be our little girly slave then you have to start acting more feminine'.
'Fuck me ! ' I thought,' I was jerking the guy off ! How could I be more feminine ?
'Use your other hand slave. Play with your master's balls. That's it. Good girl. Now keep it pointed at my feet, make sure you don't miss. I'll be very angry if you do'.
Michael was starting to move his hips. I felt his huge balls jump in my hand as, with a deep natural groan, he started to hose my wife's gorgeous feet. Thick white strings shot out soaking her soles and running over and between her toes as she flexed them and giggled.
Finally he was done and pushing my hands away he took his softening manhood and walked over to the window where, to my horror, he wiped it clean on the curtains. I was disgusted. Who the fuck did he think he was ? Surely my wife would draw the line there ? But she just giggled and held her arms out for him to join her on the bed.
'Ok sissy you may complete your treat now. Clean my feet. And remember, you promised to to be sincere when you thank us both for the priveledge'.
Another milestone on my journey into abject slavery, I thought as I steeled myself. Looking fixedly at the floor I curtsied ,' Thank you sir, thank you maam. Thank you sir for allowing me the priveledge of tasting your wonderful virile sperm. Thank you maam for allowing me the honour of licking your man's sperm from your beautiful feet'.
'Very good slave,' my wife trilled, ' You may continue'.
It took a while to get all that sticky cum from between her toes. She kept giggling and pulling her feet away as it tickled. Once finished I drew back and curtsied again.
'Alright slave, I think that's enough treats for you for now. I hope you enjoyed it. You see how kind I can be ?'
'Yes maam, thank you maam,' I grovelled, still holding on to a last vestige of hope that she was just testing me, pushing my limits. That she had planned all along to give in and allow me relief once she had her fun. No way could I believe that my darling wife would end it here !
'You may continue with your housework. Get into unform first though. I won't have you wandering aroung looking untidy. Move you useless piece of cuckolds brownie, before I change my mind and decide to ask Michael to get back yo work on your soles ! And put your stilletoe boots on too. Just because you feet are a little sore doesn't mean you should be taking liberties. Now move !'
So much for my stupid ideas about what my once faithful wife would or would not do. I didn't know her any more. I didn't know anything any more.
I spent the rest of the day dabbing my eyes, wiping away tears of frustration and offense as I toiled at my chores. At seven I was sent to bed. My wife said she was sick of looking at my pathetic crybaby face. Not for the first time or, I suspected, the last, I cried myself to relax. I dreamed that she came to me in the middle of the night. That she sat on my bed, brushing the hair from my damp forehead, soothing my pain, my fears. Telling me it was all part of her plan. That she was doing it for us. That I mustn't be afraid. That she just needed me to show how much I loved her.
The next morning I found a pair of her worn knickers on my pillow. I wondered if it really was a dream ?

I was really down for the next few days. I was beginning to think that I might be in over my head. I'd put up with so much in order to please her and help her. After all, she was doing this to fulfil my fantasies wasn't she ? I was still pretty sure it had started out that way, but now ? The physical pain of beatings at her hands and the hands of her friends and lovers had been beyond anything I had envisaged, but still enjoyable. I had been pushed beyond my limits but on a higher level had revelled in it. The worst bits though where where she subjected me to anything remotely homosexual. That had never been my thing and still wasn't. Licking up another man's semen, touching another man's cock ! Urgh ! Just the thought sickened me ! But I'd done it. I'd found a way to endure unendurable physical pain, unbearable offense, raging jealousy, even heartbreak. Why ? Because I loved her. Because I wanted to make our game, the game I had insisted we play, work. After all her efforts I did not want to be the one to ruin it. I wanted to prove how grateful I was, how well she had played her role and how much I loved her for it.
Every time I thought things had reached a peak she just raised the bar. Her imagination staggered me. Her ability as an actress was astounding. So astounding I could not help wondering if she had crossed a line somewhere along the way. I hated the uncertainty more than anything. But I knew that without it the games we played would be worthless. Talk about a catch twenty two situation !
Anyway, my wife must have noticed my change of mood. One morning as I presented my doggy bowl of scraps to her for her permission to eat, as I was bound to by the new rules she told me that she had another treat for me. She would be taking off my chatity tube that day. Just for a few hours then it would go back on. I have to admit, bearing in mind previous dissappointments, I was not overly enthusiastic. I thanked her, of course and begged permission to eat my breakfast. She spat into the bowl and told me to go ahead. As I rose to leave for the garage where I normally ate she stopped me. 'You may eat here slave, at my feet. It will remind you how grateful you should be to me for allowing you the scraps from my table. So, as I knelt there, face in dog bowl, hands in leather cuffs at my side lapping up my food like a good dog, I began to come around.
My wife had noticed my mood. That meant that she was still taking notice of me. She was taking steps to improve my mood, therefore she still cared. All was not lost ! She still loved me. She was still doing this for me. As I felt her foot on the back of my head pushing my face further into the bowl as she laughed I felt like laughing myself, I was so relieved.

Later that morning I was told we were going out. I was to prepare a picnic for two and get the car ready. I was very relieved when my wife told me I did not have to wear a uniform. I could put on a track suit and trainers, the only male clothes I had left.
As my master and mistress sat in the back of the car I drove as instructed to a nearby forest. In the past my wife and I had enjoyed many walks and picnics there and had found a few remote area where nobody else seemed to go. It was a very beatiful place with a small river running through. It felt good to get some fresh air after so llong being mainly confined to indoors, apart from trips to the shops. However, I was feeling a little betrayed that my wife would take her lover to a place that we had always regarded as so special to us. She was twisting the knife again I knew. Pushing the limits of my offense. It was hugely erotic and, once more, I was staggered by her ability to push me far beyond what I would have believed I could desire or even cope with.
After driving up a deserted track we stopped beside the river and all got out. Michael retrieved a length of thin rope from the boot of the car and tossed it to me. I then had to follow at a respectful distance as they strolled like lovers through the trees, holding hands, chatting, laughing at little private jokes and stopping occassionally to kiss.
Eventually we stopped in a small clearing where I was told to undress. I looked around nervously hoping there were no hikers around. It was unlikely but I was still very warey. My wife told me to back up against a tree and stand still while Michael used the rope to tie my hands behind me. He then went on to wrap the rope around and around pulling me solidly against the unyielding trunk. When I was fully imobile he came back around in front of me and, taking my gorgeous wife in his arms, began kissing her deeply.
My cock was trying desperately to expand inside its steel primister and the constant ache in my overfull balls had become a sharp pain by the time they paused and looked at me. He whispered to her and they both laughed. Then she produced a key from a pocket of her summer dress. Smiling sweetly she unlocked the steel cover plate and then, with some difficulty, removed the tube from my grateful cock.
The feeling was beyond description and I closed my eyes in extacy as I felt my poor deprived cock take advantage of such long denied freedom. I could hear my wife and her lover laughing at me but I cared not at all ! I could feel the gentle breeze against the sensitive skin of my cock. It felt like the softest velvet. I was in such rapture that I was afraid to open my eyes. I thought if I saw my darling wife in her cute summer dress and sexy platform sandals I might have an accident. I knew that to do so without permission would lead to a great deal of pain for me but, more important still, I wanted to savour this feeling. I was so close to the edge, so close !
A sharp slap across my face brought me back, at least partly, to reality. Michael gave me another slap before informing me, 'We are going for a walk now slave, to find a nice spot to make love. We were going to do it right here in front of you but, by the look of you, I think that might be more than you could cope with. So, we'll see you later. Don't go wandering off now will you'. They both laughed and walked away into the trees hand in hand.
After what seemed an age I heard noises behind me. I was panicking by the time they came around in front and I could see it was my wife and her young lover. He was grinning in a superior manner and she had a dreamy just fucked look in her eyes. Her lipstick was smudged and her hair ruffled. I guessed they must have managed to find a suitable place. My heart ached with jealousy. I would have given anything to have been him. To be free to make love to her. This was crazy ! She was my wife but I could not touch her. He could have her any time he liked. I hated him for that. I envied him too. Shit I envied him !
Being careful not to look either of them in the face I was puzzled when I noticed what I thought at first was a bunch of flowers in Michael's hand. I wondered why he had a glove on the hand he was holding them in. Then I realised ! They were not flowers. They were stinging nettles !
As they both walked right up to me I kept my eyes down. I was shivering in fear at what might be coming next. 'Hello slave,' he greeted me. 'Are you enjoying your day in the forest ?'
'Yes sir,' I answered, staring at those lush green leaves with their serated edges.
'We brought you a present,' my wife said happily. 'I know how you like to prove how much you love me so I thought these would give you an ideal opportunity. You do want to show me how much you love me don't you slave ?'
What could I say ? Either way I was fucked ! 'Yes maam'.
'That's a good slave. It will make a nice change from the cane or your masters belt won't it ? And it's such a warm day. You can't expect him to waste his energy giving you a hiding. Not when he needs that energy for more important things,' she laughed and kissed him.
'Now not too much noise slave. We don't want an audience do we ? Now what do you say to Michael ?'
'Thank you sir, ' I mumred between trembling lips.
The first sting was such a shock I screamed. As he ran the nettles up one leg from shin to thigh I cried out again, straining futilely against my bonds.
'Ssh !' my wife scolded. ' Don't be such a softy !'
I couldn't help it ! As the nettles brushed up my other leg I screamed again. Then, as Michael stood there smiling cruelly, I gasped for air and begged them to stop.
'Oh come on sissy,' my wife cooed. 'You don't really want us to stop. If you did then that wouldn't be doing its little dance would it ?' she asked, looking down at my cock. She was right. I had never been so hard ! What the fuck ?
'I think you'd better keep him quiet for the next bit sweetheart, ' Michael advised my wife. She stepped behind my tree and brought her hands around to cover my mouth. As I contemplated what I knew was coming next I gabred madly into her hands, begging for mercy.
'Give him a minute,' Michael suggested. 'Lets hear what he has to say before I sting the little sissy *** !'
As my wife removed her hands I tried desperately to calm my thoughts, to think of some means of persuading them. I was scared cuckolds brownieless ! So why was I still so hard ! I cursed my treacherous libido as I launched into a salvo of pleading entreaties. I promised obedience, love, worship, anything ! I congratulated, praised, swore allegence and obedience !
'Ok that's enough.' My wife's dainty hands closed once more over my mouth and I had a fleeting second to relish their smooth touch before the pain hit. It was exquizit ! So painful it was pleasurable ! So intensely pleasurable it was unbearably painful ! If the ropes had not held me up I would have dropped to the ground. As it was I could do nothing but absorb it .
I must have feinted because I opened my eyes to see my wife being roughly shagged from behind by her young lover. She was laid over a fallen tree dress thrown up over her head as he ravished her. Their grunts and groans, cries and sqeals must have been almost a match for my earlier ones as they reached their sexual peak almost simultaniously.
It took a while for them to recover. Eventually I was released from the tree. Still naked, my hands were tied behind my back then a rope lead placed around my neck. My wife and her lover walked back to the car pulling me along behind, aching and naked, staring in horror at my swollen red groin.

When we got back to the car I was told to lay out a blanket on the river bank and serve the picnic. I was starving after my ordeal but, as usual, they ignored my needs as they sat together sipping wine and enjoying the food.
My groin and legs were driving me insane and I was incredibly relieved when they got tired of my moaning and scratching and sent me into the river. I was ordered to turn and face them and sit down in the freezing water. Oh the relief ! As I sat there shivering from the cold they began kissing and fondling each other again. The irony was not lost on me. Here was the erotic spectacle of my wife making love to another man, just a few feet in front of me and I was free of the chastity cage. My cock should have been raging hard but the ice cold water made that impossible.
As I gazed in abject longing at the soles of my darling wife's feet bobbing up and down, digging into his thighs to urge him on I heard her shout to me, 'You hands are free slave. You have my permission to play with your little cock. You can even cum if you want to. But you better not stand up !'
Once again she was showing me there were no limits. She was enjoying herself so much and had no intention of giving me the tiniest break. I existed for her pleasure and convenience. What that cost me either physically or emotionally was of no consequence. My choices were gone. This was my life. If I wanted her then this was the price. As she squeeled her lover's name I lifted my hand from the water and blew her a kiss. She was the best. I could not have found any other woman who could have come close to her. We were meant for each other. I loved her. That's all.
After they finished I was called from the water and told to lie in the wet patch on their blanket while she refitted my cage. I wondered how I would cope when my shrivelled penis warmed up and returned to its normal size. Where in the strict confines of the metal tube would it find space to swell as the pain of the stings came back? How long would it be before the swelling went down and the pain stopped ?
I had plenty of time to ponder these things as I was sent back into the woods to retrieve my clothes from the clearing. When I returned they were gone. With a sigh of resignation and a grimace of pain as feeling returned to my used organ, I set out for the ten mile walk home.