Merry Christmas Darling

Wow! I think you came into your own on this one! Just keeps getting better, thank you..


Fantastic, no pun intended!

Well Blue, That was a trip and a half!... Thank you so much... I have just married a Russian woman, and she has agreed to be my Mistress Wife, so many of the things you have described have been part of my fantasies, I have to say many of them were way over the mark too! but I am due to go to Russia in 9 weeks time and she is going to take me to her ladys country home, way out in the wilderness, she has told me that they have a small building an acre from the main building, which is used as a sauna, she says it is very much a dungeon style building, sparse and basic. It is here that she intends to have a 'ceremony of Devotion' a second wedding, only this one will confirm her ownership of me. She intends to spank me mercilessly until tears flow and i beg her to stop, and then some! She has also explained that they have lots of natural birch in the forrest and she will show me how to make a real birch flogger, then use it on me! She assures me that they also have plenty of stinging nettles and I should expect to travel back to England with a very sore cock and balls.
I absolutely love and adore my new wife, we only married here last month, and she will not move here until October. But she knows that in order to control me from afar, she needs to prove she is capable of being the absolute essence of a bitch towards me in real time.
I have wanted this for years, I have always shied away from it with previous women, and I thank god she came into my life. I genuinely believe our marriage will be enhanced by having her dominate and own me 100% The striking resemblences with your story are amazing, I think an intelligent Mistress with a creative mind is the most wonderful permister you could ever ever want. In so many ways I hope she does not take me as far as your Mistress Wife has taken you, we have discussed her having sex with other men and it excites us both, for me especially if he was black and had a big cock, which they mostly do I hear. But im not into creampie and any gay stuff or even sissyfication, and that along with the extreme vulgarity of your Mistress is what frightens me as I/we begin our journey down this path...pushing the limits, especially with a creative and intelligent Mistress can I guess be a leap of faith, as is giving yourself so completely to another to the extent of ownership... how can I give myself to her, ask her to by my Mistress Wife, Own me, and then expect to have any say in how far she goes. Of course the gift of my presentation is one thing, and clearly no one dominates without being given that right in our world, at least not in the beginning. I wonder if one day she will not want to or indeed be able to go back to how we were/are at present. I want this, I know I do, infact I think I need it... I have never been severly punished before and I dont know if I will be able to submit to the severity of the pain I fear she will inflict on me physically, mentally, offense wise and mind games these drive me wild and I can cope with them at any extreme, but im not a real pain freak, but would like to learn to tolerate more... can you help at all Blue, can you explain what it feels like to be caned and paddled, at what point does the pain become pleasureable, how much would you say you needed 'warming up' before you could take harder spankings etc I am aware of codewords, but if she is to own me, and this is to be our lifestyle, surely I cant restrict her right to use me? ... I am apprehensive but incredibly excited I know that she is too, and is looking forward to putting into practice all the things she has threatened and promised.
Listen Blue, im also from NW England, Your story is extreme, but extremely well written too. I actually believe at least 80% of what you write has happened. If my Mistress Wife and I get anywhere near half way
to that I think I will be in seventh heaven!... Once again, I bow to you blue 179... Thank you... i will print your entire story off and take it to Moscow with me, you can be sure your Mistress Wife will inspire Mine, I just hope she doesnt think I am ready to start where you left off!!!! lol!
Regards, Lenascuck
wk

Well Blue, That was a trip and a half!... Thank you so much... I have just married a Russian woman, and she has agreed to be my Mistress Wife, so many of the things you have described have been part of my fantasies, I have to say many of them were way over the mark too! but I am due to go to Russia in 9 weeks time and she is going to take me to her ladys country home, way out in the wilderness, she has told me that they have a small building an acre from the main building, which is used as a sauna, she says it is very much a dungeon style building, sparse and basic. It is here that she intends to have a 'ceremony of Devotion' a second wedding, only this one will confirm her ownership of me. She intends to spank me mercilessly until tears flow and i beg her to stop, and then some! She has also explained that they have lots of natural birch in the forrest and she will show me how to make a real birch flogger, then use it on me! She assures me that they also have plenty of stinging nettles and I should expect to travel back to England with a very sore cock and balls.
I absolutely love and adore my new wife, we only married here last month, and she will not move here until October. But she knows that in order to control me from afar, she needs to prove she is capable of being the absolute essence of a bitch towards me in real time.
I have wanted this for years, I have always shied away from it with previous women, and I thank god she came into my life. I genuinely believe our marriage will be enhanced by having her dominate and own me 100% The striking resemblences with your story are amazing, I think an intelligent Mistress with a creative mind is the most wonderful permister you could ever ever want. In so many ways I hope she does not take me as far as your Mistress Wife has taken you, we have discussed her having sex with other men and it excites us both, for me especially if he was black and had a big cock, which they mostly do I hear. But im not into creampie and any gay stuff or even sissyfication, and that along with the extreme vulgarity of your Mistress is what frightens me as I/we begin our journey down this path...pushing the limits, especially with a creative and intelligent Mistress can I guess be a leap of faith, as is giving yourself so completely to another to the extent of ownership... how can I give myself to her, ask her to by my Mistress Wife, Own me, and then expect to have any say in how far she goes. Of course the gift of my presentation is one thing, and clearly no one dominates without being given that right in our world, at least not in the beginning. I wonder if one day she will not want to or indeed be able to go back to how we were/are at present. I want this, I know I do, infact I think I need it... I have never been severly punished before and I dont know if I will be able to submit to the severity of the pain I fear she will inflict on me physically, mentally, offense wise and mind games these drive me wild and I can cope with them at any extreme, but im not a real pain freak, but would like to learn to tolerate more... can you help at all Blue, can you explain what it feels like to be caned and paddled, at what point does the pain become pleasureable, how much would you say you needed 'warming up' before you could take harder spankings etc I am aware of codewords, but if she is to own me, and this is to be our lifestyle, surely I cant restrict her right to use me? ... I am apprehensive but incredibly excited I know that she is too, and is looking forward to putting into practice all the things she has threatened and promised.
Listen Blue, im also from NW England, Your story is extreme, but extremely well written too. I actually believe at least 80% of what you write has happened. If my Mistress Wife and I get anywhere near half way
to that I think I will be in seventh heaven!... Once again, I bow to you blue 179... Thank you... i will print your entire story off and take it to Moscow with me, you can be sure your Mistress Wife will inspire Mine, I just hope she doesnt think I am ready to start where you left off!!!! lol!
Regards, Lenascuck
wk

Lenascuck, thank you for taking the trouble to write. You are a lucky man to be just starting out on your journey of presentation. What can I say to help you ?
Don't rush things. I was married to my wife for years before we even began to experiment with domination games. Our advantage was that we had lots of time to grow to trust each other. Your situation seems a little different. Perhaps you should agree to start with safe words and then build from there. Believe me, the fantasy of a severe beating is one thing, the reality is another. While it is happening I would do anything to stop it, I hate it. But either side of the actual beating it is incredibly erotic. Putting yourself entirely at the mercy of someone else, knowing that your only reward will be the enjoyment you see on their face as they put you through hell ! Now that takes a special kind of love and devotion !
Above all, keep talking. Take time outs to discuss each others feelings. Try to remember, it may be your fantasy but she has to get something out of it too. If she really loves you it will take time for you to convince her that you really want this. Be patient. Good luck. Please let me know how you get on.

Back to the story. When I eventually arrived at my doorstep I saw an envelope with my name on it pinned to the front door. Inside was a note and the key to my cage. Any anger and frustration I was feeling vanished in an instant. I had the key, I had the fucking key !
My hands tremred as I read the note. 'Welcome home cucky boy. The garage door is open, you can relax in there tonight so you don't disturb your master and I. Before you go to relax I want you to use the vise and a hacksaw to cut up the key. Don't worry it's the spare one. There is still the one I sealed in the jar, in the unlikely event it's ever needed. Ha Ha ! When you have cut up the key put the pieces in the envelope and post it through the letterbox. Do it now before you are tempted to use it to unlock yourself. I know it must be tempting ! I'm trusting you to obey me and put my wishes before your own selfish needs. Don't let me down slave. Signed Your Wonderful Mistress.'
My heart sank, my stomache heaved. When would I ever learn ?
Inside the garage my head span with indecision. I could do it ! I could open the lock. In my frustrated state it would probably only take a few seconds for me to cum. Think of the relief ! Oh the blessed relief !
What if she was waiting though ? She could have heard me go into the garage. What if I took too long ? She would know I'd betrayed her. How would I face her, look her in the eye ? Not that even that was permitted now ! But I would be letting her down. Even if she didn't find out, I would know. I would know. It would cheapen things. After all the work we'd both put in. After all I'd been through. It couldn't end like that. I wanted my orgasm to be with her knowledge, with her permission. At her order even.
Before I could think any more I quickly cut the key into three pieces, dropped them into the envelope and pushed it through the letterbox. As I heard it hit the floor I wondered if I'd done the right thing.

It was about a week before my wife's birthday. In the past I had always made a big thing of her birthdays, buying her presents and taking her away for romantic weekends. This time was obviously going to be different. Taking her away was not an option and buying her a present would be difficult now that I had no access to money. I thought of asking her for some but that seemed like a stupid idea, asking someone for money to buy them a present! Then I thought of asking Michael her lover. The money would probably still be coming from my wife as she seemed to be financing everything else for him, but maybe he would keep it quiet so that I could surprise her. Somehow it was very important to do this thing, to hold on to a tiny piece of normality. To do something for her as a man, as her husband instead of as her slave. Hopefully, when I presented her with her gift it would break through the barrier she had erected between us. Even if it was just for a few minutes, it would reassure me that she was still mine, that this was still a game, that it would end soon and we could be together again. If I had that reassurance then I thought I could relax and enjoy the rest of our adventure.
It was deeply embarrassing asking my wife's young lover for money. He laughed when I told him what it was for. I was pleasantly surprised though when he asked me how much I needed and said he would think about it.
Five days later he presnted me with the money. I had to thank him on my knees, kissing his boots. My wife walked in and laughinly asked what was going on. He told her he was just allowing their slave the honour of demonstrating his devotion before he took me into the garage and flogged me for buring his toast that morning. I hadn't burnt any toast but he flogged me anyway, telling me that we had to make it look good or she would be onto us.
My tracksuit rubbed painfully against my burning cheeks that afternoon as I walked into town to do the regulat grocery shop. I rushed round quickly to allow time to buy her presnts before Michael picked me up. I'd bought her a stunning pair of platforn shoes, a bunch of roses and some perfume. When we arrived home I was once more touched by Michael's offer to allow me to leave the presents in his car until the next day so that my wife would not see them. I thanked him for his kindness as he once more secured my wrists to a beam in the garage before whipping my already bruised rear with his belt for keeping him waiting in the car for two whole minutes.
The next morning I was called into my wife's bedroom. As I knocked and entered she was prancing sexily up and down wearing just a cute little silk baby doll nighty and......the shoes! I was frozen half way through curtsying when I saw them. A glance at Michael as he lay naked and grinning on my wife's bed, propped against some pillows answered my obvious question.
'Look at my new shoes slave,' my wife ordered. ' Aren't they beautifull ? Michael bought them for me. And he got me my favourite perfume too, and these lovely flowers. He's so thoughtful isn't he ? And so clever. He knows my taste so well.'
'Yea, of course he fucking does !' I seethed, not daring to look at him for fear I might strangle him !
'Take these and put them in water slave,' she instructed. 'Then make us a nice breakfast. Your master is taking me out for the day aren't you honey?'

As they prepared to go out the door my darling wife dropped another bombshell. 'We are having a little party tonight slave. It's so nice outside lets make it a garden party. Make sure the house is spotless for my guests and prepare plenty of food. Sort out the take and have everything ready for six. Chow for now sissy !'
I laboured hard all day, dreading the party itself. Who was coming? How was she going to play this. I really did not want to go public with our relationship.
Although I felt deeply hurt to be excluded from my wife's birthday party, it was also kind of a relief when, after checking my preparations, she told me to go to the garage and go to bed.
Of course I couldn't possibly relax? Who was coming ? Would they ask about me ? How was she going to behave with Michael in front of everyone?
As I watched from the darkened garage window the guests began to arrive. I had a good view of the patio and could hear the music and voices of the guests. There were not as many as I'd feared. A couple of guys Michael's age, obviously friends of his, Mistrss Julie with a guy I guessed was her boyfriend, another couple about Michael's age, the woman having a definite family resmblance to Michael, his sister maybe? Then, just as I was beginning to relax, our neighbour arrived.
We only have one neighbour, a guy in his sixties who lives alone. Aparantly he was a retired headmaster. Quiet tall, balding with a bit of a paunch. He'd always been pleasant enough, but nothing beyond saying good morning and mentioning the weather, that sort of thing. Now why was he here ? Why now ?
Watching them all enjoy themselves, hearing the laughter as they joked, watching my wife and her young lover behave like a real couple was deeply hurtful but incredibly erotic. The best bit was when they sneaked away from the others and came to stand right outside the garage window. She must have known I'd be looking as she engaged her boyfriend in a deep kiss, running her fingers through his hair before sticking two off them up at me. She was showing me she wanted him not me. Like I didn't already know that !
I pressed my hands against the glass then my lips, desperate in my longing for her ! My imprimistered cock twitched and pulsed as I bore witness to her betrayal.
Finally, they stopped to come up for air. Laughing they waved at me and, hand in hand went back to the party.

As the party drew to a close and the guests began to leave I went to my cot under the workbench and lay down to relax. I could not keep my mind off the sight of her with him. Standing there in the moonlight, on her birthday, wearing the shoes I so carefully picked for her, kissing him, showing him her love, her affection, sharing her birthday with him. My heart ached, my stomache churned, but my cock was ready to explode ! I couldn't help dry humping my relaxing bag in vain attempt to gain some relief. I felt like I was going to explode with pent up sexual tention. She had done this to me. My beloved wife. When was she going to take pity on me ? Let me come. End this game. I couldn't take it any longer !

I was startled out of my fever as the side door to the kitchen opened and the garage light came on. I stared through passion filled eyes at my beautiful darling wife as she stood looking over at me. The sound of her new shoes clicking across the concrete garage floor sent ripples of pleasure through me.
'Did you enjoy watching my party slave ?' I could tell from her voice that she was a little takes.
'It was so sexy being the hostess with my young stud as host. He is really something you know. It's amazing how much he's matured. When I think of the shy fumbling teenager he was when I first met him, I can't believe he's the same permister. He's so confident, so strong, so handsome ! I am so luck to have him. I can't tell you how proud I feel to have him as my man'.
I was wrong. I could take more. I could get more desperate. I could be more frustrated. I was powerless to stop my thrusting hips betraying me as I stared in longing at her gorgeous little painted toes peeping through the ends of her new shoes. I was mesmerised !
'Cucky, cucky ! You're not listening to me. I said I brought you a reward for being so good. For helping me to understand what I want, what I need. I know you have not had it easy, so......here you are'.
Crash ! The sound of breaking glass ! I jumped in surprise. I almost broke the rules and looked at her face. Then I saw it. In the middle of the broken glass pieces at her feet......a key. Not just any key, my key. The key to my chastity cage. She had dropped the little glass jar that held it primisterer. Was it an accident ? No, she was walking away !
As she reached the doorway she kicked off her shoes. 'Enjoy yourself slave. Be careful not to cut yourself'. She was gone, the door closed behind her.
For several minutes I could not move. I stared at the key, then at her shoes, then back to the key. What was the catch ?
Finally I powerd myself to move. Carefully I swept up the broken glass and examined the key. It looked like the right one. I tried to get it into the lock of the groin shield but my hands were shaking too much. Taking a deep breath I tried again. It wouldn't turn ! It wouldn't fucking ........click! It opened. Grabbing the steel tube that had held my manhood primisterer for so long I slipped in the key and wrenched it off, nearly castrating myself in the process !
Oh cuckolds brownie ! That felt good. As I stood to retrieve my darlings sexy shoes I felt light headed. The red was rushing to my long denied cock. I had never been this hard, never !
Picking up her shoes I carried them reverantly back to my humble cot where I knelt to kiss them. I could still feel the warmth of her feet as I held them to my face, eagerly licking them inside and out. I could smell her, taste her ! Fuck ! Fuck ! Fuck ! I loved her ! I loved her !
As I held one shoe to my face with my left hand I dropped the other to my groin and stuffed my grossly swollen member inside it with my right. I cannot describe the feeling of utter contentment that washed over me ! I was in her shoes. Licking them, smelling them, fucking them ! Showing my love, my devotion, my wife, my darling beautiful mistress !
Wild horses would not have stopped me cumming right then. But he did. Michael. He opened the door and stood laughing at me. I suppose I did make a pretty pathetic spectacle. Kneeling there wanking my cock inside my wife's shoe, licking desperately at the other one. I should have carried on. What did I have to loose ? Unfortunately I still had some small capacity for embarrassment left. My cock immediately went soft. I shut my eyes, trying the blank him out, trying to get back that feeling. I heard the door close and opened my eyes. He was gone. I redoured my efforts. It was no good. It was gone. The moment was lost. Instead of lust I just felt sadness. If I came now it would be over. I would not feel the same about our game. I could not possibly go on. After such an epic beginning the whole thing would be an anti climax. I wanted to cum for her, with her permission but in front of her. I wanted her to see how much I loved her. Like this, how would she know. It was just too seedy. It was disgusting. How had I even considered it ?
Dropping the shoes to my bed I stood and retrieved my cock tube and shield. I knew what I had to do. Now, quickly before I changed my mind. I secured my devastated penis inside its tube and locked on the shield. Going quietly into the kitchen I found another glass jar and placed the key inside, superglueing the lid in place. Finally I cleaned my mistress's shoes. First with my tongue and then a cloth. Creeping upstairs I placed the shoes and the jar on the floor outside her bedroom door. Careful in the darkness I found my way back to the garage and went quickly to relax dreaming of my wife's reaction to my heartfelt act of devotion. Now she would see. She would know beyond all doubt that I loved her. Then I would have my reward. A fitting reward. A monumental reward to top off a monumental adventure.

Fantastic additions! Can't wait to see what happens next.

Next morning my wife came into the garage where I was loading the washing machine. I had my mouth stuffed with two pairs of her stockings which I was carefully sucking clean before I washed them by hand in a plastic basin of warm scented water. She stood smiling as she asked me how I'd enjoyed her gift. I had to remove the dirty stockings to explain what I'd done. I wanted to tell her why but I didn't get the chance. She sprang at me red faced calling me an ungrateful piece of cuckolds brownie as she slapped my face repeatedly with one hand and then the other. She was hitting me so hard I would have raised my hands to protect myself if they had not been manacled to my bondage belt. Maybe that was a good thing as it would only have angered her even more if I'd dared to interfere with her harsh treatment of me. As it was I rocked backwards on my high heeled uniform boots. As per Master Michael's rules my ankles were also manacled, powering my to move around with tiny dainty steps. That meant that I could not step one foot back to regain my balance so instead I fell backwards. Her anger unabated, my gorgeous wife ran forward to start lauching kicks at me. I yelped and pleaded for her to stop but she was like a woman possessed.
'You ungrateful bastard !' she screamed. 'To think I actually felt sorry for you ! Well I won't be making that mistake again !'
She was so angry she was crying when her lover came to see what all the noise was about. She ran and burried her face in his chest as he took her in his arms. His look at me turned my red to ice. I'd upset his woman, now I'd pay the price.
'We'll sort this out later slave,' he said coldly. Then drawing my weeping wife into the house he cast a last look over his shoulder. 'Get on with your housework then report to me when you're finished'.

An hour later I couldn't stop shaking as I knelt in front of my wife and her lover. I listened staring at her gorgeous feet in their sexy platform sandals as she told me how dissappointed I had made her. Who did I think I was refusing her permission to cum on the one occassion it was granted ? Did I not want to cum ? Had I lost interest ? Well she would just have to step things up a gear to regain my attention then !
I was given no oportunity to speak or explain the reamisters for my behaviour. How difficult the decision had been, how I'd done it to prove my love and devotion. I just knelt there hoping for an oportunity that did not come. Eventually she turned to her young lover , 'Darling this pig has really upset me. I'd like you to deal with it. After all, he's also shown a total lack of respect for you too hasn't he ?'
'Right you,' he said, standing up,' Garage now! I'm gonna show you what happens to sissy faggots when they upset my woman'.
Still shaking, I stood and turned to shuffle out.
'Darling,' I heard my wife call as he followed me. ' He really has upset me - a lot. Hurt him for me. Hurt him properly my darling. I'll be waiting for you in bed. Take your time'.

After that day my wife was definitely colder toward me. The only time she spoke to me was to instruct me on my housework or complain that I hadn't done it properly.
One morning she told me she had a job for me. She said I needed to work harder for my keep. She said that she wanted me to go next door to help Mr Hudmister with his housekeeping. I was staggered. He was the ex-headmaster I'd seen at the party. My horror must have been aparant as my wife consoled me, 'Don't worry he knows all about our arrangement, well, some of it anyway. You can put your tracksuit over your uniform and where a pair of trainers. He's expecting you so off you go'.
The memory of how upset she'd been with me about refusing her ofer to let me cum was too fresh in my mind for me to risk her wrath again. Nervously I crossed the drive and knocked on his door. Smilling he let me in and I stood feeling like a complete idiot as he showed me into the kitchen and informed me of how he wanted the housework done. The house was already very clean and tidy and I wondered why he had asked my wife for my services. Or had she suggested it I wondered.
I tried not to think too much as I went about the work. There were a lot of ornaments to dust and I was very careful not to break any. Imagine my surprise then when I took him a cp of tea in the lounge and reported that I was finished.
'No you're not,' he answered. ' Not until we discuss your clumsiness'.
'What ?' I wondered.
He reached to the side of his arm chair and produced a china horse minus its head !
'I didn't......' I stammered.
'Lies will only make things worse boy,' He warned me. 'It's fortunate that I have some experience of punishing clumsy boys. Now over to my desk and bend over'.
I looked over at the large antique oak desk then back at him. I couldn't believe this !
'Quickly boy,'he roared. 'Or would you rather I speak to your wife?'
'No please, I'm in enough trouble already. You don't understand...'
'I understand more than you think boy. Now drop those trousers and lean on my desk'.
Opening a drawer he took out a huge plimsole and stood tapping its sole against his thigh waiting for me to do as he said. I had no choice. I bent over the desk.
'Trousers boy, I won't tell you again'.
Bright red with shame and embarrassment I pulled my tracksuit bottoms to my ankles revealing the bottom of my maids outfit and black sockings. I tremred and shut my eyes tight as I heard him take up position behind me. CRACK ! CRACK ! 'Get your head down boy !' CRACK ! CRACK ! 'I can see I'm going to have quite a job with you boy. You've been spoiled. Taking advantage of the good nature of that beautiful wife of yours I think. Well, not any more. I'll soon have you licked into shape'. CRACK !
Eventually I heard the slipper being dropped back into the drawer and the drawer slam shut. I rose up, hands going automatically to my ***d rear.
'I'd forgotten how much I enjoyed that,' he smiled. 'You can come back twice a week, Tuesday and Friday, nine o'clock sharp. And don't bother with the tracksuit next time. Oh and I understand you normally wear wrist and leg fetters. Put them on too. No reamister that your Master's rules can't apply here too. In fact I think it's essential. You can go now. Tell that gorgeous wife of yours, or should I say your Mistress, that I'm prepared to take you under my wing, teach you the proper way for a servant to behave. Now off you go'.
I complained bitterly to my wife when she saw my red backside and asked how I'd enjoyed my afternoon at the neighbours. She just laughed and informed me that I had no say in the matter. As her property I should accept whatever she chose to do to me or with me and the matter was closed.
She had me write a letter thanking Mr Hudmister for his time and expertise and promising him my best efforts. I had to show it to her lover then take it and post it through Mr Hudmister's letter box.

great story blue..I look forward to reading more! Thank you!

I wrote the lines, all of them. When he collected them he just glanced at them and walked out, switching the light off behind him. I spent the most uncomfortable night of my life squashed inside that cage fretting over his reaction when he read what my wife had made me write. It was never mentioned. Not the next day when he released me or any of the times afterwards when I did his housework. The lectures went on as did the punishments. Sometimes he made use of the wooden cross and occassionaly the metal cage. If my wife let him have her again I never saw it. He always spoke highly of her and seemed to really get angry that I never proved myself worthy of her.
Otherwise, my life as a slave continued. Some days my Mistress ignored me completely. Other days she was like a woman possessed. Nothing I did was good enough. She screamed and yelled at me, called me names andslapped my face. For example, one Sunday I spent all day washing and ironing clothes, both hers and her lovers. They spent the morning in bed while I was up and busy at 6am. Once they were up they pestered me with demands for food and takes as they lounged around watching movies. Despite their interuptions I had everything done and was carrying a huge pile of freshly ironed clothes upstairs to put them away. I didn't see her coming down the stairs and got in her way. Flying into a rage she threw the clothes all over the stairs and kicked them all over, stamping on them and calling me a useless faggot. I could only kneel submissively and watch, waiting for her to finish. Eventually she walked over to me and told me to do the lot again before spitting in my face.
Still, attention is attention. I was so starved of it that I preffered her anger and use to being ignored. So why did I put up with it ? There were times, rare ones its true, but times when she was just so sexy. She would give me looks as she paraded in front of me wearing the most sexy things. She would whisper comments about her lover and how good he was in bed. She would have me beg her for relief in front of him then laugh in my face before leading him off to her bedroom. The atmosphere on those occassions was just so thick with lust !
Even so, I was beginning to wonder, after all that time, just when she was going to bring this game to an end. Surely we had gone about as far as we could. What else was there ? I'd suffered every possible tease and torment. Surely it had to end soon ?

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THE REVELATION :-

She had trailed me around shops all day, making me watch as she tried on several sexy outfits. Then I had to sit in the car and wait while she visited the hairdressers. I wondered what the special occassion was.
Once we were home she dissappeared into her bedroom and I heard the bath running. It was two hours later when she walked into the lounge. I was polishing the coffee table, dressed as usual in my maids uniform, leg cuffs in place. I could not fit the wrist cuffs myself and had not dared to ask her to do them. It was obvious she had not wanted to be disturbed.
'Why are you improperly dressed slave,' she asked. 'You know the rules. Bring me your wrist cuffs immediately.'
She soon had them fitted and adjusted both them and my ankle cuffs till I had very little free movement left. How was I supposed to perform my duties to the exacting standards she demanded when I could only move around in tiny shuffling baby steps and could not raise my hands beyond chest level ? I knew better than to ask though.
'There now. I know they are very short but that's your punishment for not wearing them,' she stated. 'Of course I'll also have to inform your master about your dissobedence. I'm sure he will be dealing with you in his own way when we get out of bed tommorrow. Now come here.'
I shuffled after my wife as quickly as I could. Now that she had hr back to me I dared to raise my eyes to take in her full appearance. She was gorgeous! Her hair was immaculate in its new sexy style. The new dress clung to all the right curves. Her long legs were exquisitely shown off through the thin silk of her stockings. Her high heeled sandals made her taller than me until she sat gracefully on the leather couch. Not wanting to offend her by having my head higher than hers I immediately knelt, staring down humbly at her red painted toes visible through the darkened reinpowerd toe ends of her stockings. They were perfect and so feminine. She was perfect. Oh and the smell of her perfume !
'Snap out of it pervert,' she scolded. 'Michael will be here soon. We are going out to cellebrate. At least I hope we'll be cellebrating. That's why I had to make the extra effort. I need to bait the hook. I intend to land my catch tonight, once and for all'.
What was she talking about I wondered?
'If everything goes well tonight I will be telling Michael that I love him'.
Yea, I thought. So what? You've done that tease before.
'Understand me slave,' she went on, 'This is not a pretence to tease you. I have actually fallen in love with him. For real. I'm telling you because.....well, despite everything, you are still, technically, my husband. So, I guess you should know when your wife is in love wth another man'.
To say I was stunned would be an understatement! I had a cold feeling in the pit of my stomache. Every hair on my body was standing up. My heart was pounding fit to burst from my chest. She was joking she had to be!
'If I get the reaction from him that I'm hoping for, I'm going to ask him to move in too.It will save him having to travell to see me. We can spend much more time together. Don't look so shocked slave. You must have known this was coming. Its the natural next step for all of us. You know how much I love having him around. He makes me so happy. And I want to prove to him that you are really my full time slave. I think he wonders if I let you go back to being my husband when he's not around. I can't blame him really. Who would believe that any man would accept living the life you do, taking all that use, all that frustration, full time. But you do don't you sweety?'
She leaned forward as she spoke and slid her perfectly manicured hand up my stockinged leg. Meeting the impenetrable wall of my chastity shield she tapped it with her long nails.
'I bet it turns you on. I bet that useless little clitty of yours is bursting to get out right now. I bet the idea of me loving Michael and moving him in here to permanently take your place has you just about passing out with lust doesn't it?'
I couldn't argue with that. She knew me too well.
'Think how intence this is going to get for you now slave. Twenty four hours a day of teasing and frustration. Twice the work for you to do. Two demanding owners to use and punish you. No let up. No rest. Full time slavery. Full time teasing. Full time sexual hell on earth. You're going to love it aren't you?'
'Yes maam,' I answered, wondering how the hell I was going to cope with this.
'Oh, and one other thing before he gets here. I did mention to Michael once before about him moving in. He might have been joking but I don't think so....He said he would only move in if I had you castrated'.
WHAT !!!!!!!!
'I think it's a confidence thing. You know he's only young. I think it would help him realise that there is only going to be one man in the house and that's him. He needs to be sure that you could never challenge him for my affections. You can see why he might feel that way can't you?'
WHAT !!! NO I FUCKING COULDN'T ACTUALLY ! I just knelt there though - a stupid fucking look on my face !
'Don't worry,' she soothed, removing her hand from my leg and brushing a speck of fluff from her dress. 'I'm not going to cut it off with a rusty knife or anything'.
Well that was a fucking relief!
'No silly. That's too old fashioned. I can get the necessary medicines from the internet. Probably just a little pill for you take once a day. We could all watch your little thing shrivel up completely. Let's face it, it's not much use to anyone anyway, is it?'
Finally I found my tongue, 'But maam, I thought....'
'Sh now silly. Don't you dare spoil my mood and make me angry. I've been very pleased with your efforts lately. You are really starting to show signs of becoming a worthwhile slave. I'm proud of you. More proud than I was of you as a man or a husband that's for sure'.
OUCH !
'That's why chemical castration is such a good idea silly. I know how difficult it is for you seeing me with Michael, watching us loving each other, knowing how much incredible sex we are having while you get none at all. Well, think how much worse its going to be when he moves in. It will be just unbearable for you sweety. With the chemicals working your sex drive will reduce until it becomes non existant. You won't have to face every day longing for something you can't have. It's a ay out for you baby. The only way out. Of course you'll still love me and be jealous of Michael. You'll still be used and used by us. But the desperate frustration will be gone, leaving just your desire to serve us, to please me. You understand don't you sweetheart'.
My eyes were streaming hot tears as she spoke. I felt her hand on my cheek as she smiled and brushed one away.
'Neither of us could have known where this would end baby. If we had would we still have done it? I don't know. I think I would. Probably you would too wouldn't you?'
I shrugged my shoulders. Not this. Not castration. What next? What else was this woman going to take from me?
'Cheer up silly. I won't be doing anything you don't want me to. In fact, if you decide.....no, scratch that. when you decide that you can't take the frustration a minute longer you can come to me and beg me to give you the tablets. Maybe I'll ignore you, let you suffer a little longer before I give in. Then, eventually I'll let you have one. Then, the next day and every day after, you can beg me to give you another tablet to take away your manhood. What's left of it that is.'
That gave me some small relief. No way was I ever going to ask her to chemically catrate me, no way! She obviously thought otherwise though.
'On that day, the day I start giving you those tablets.... I'm going to give you one more. My birth control pills. You can take them instead of me. They will make sure any last vestiges of mailness are done away with. Maybe you might even grow some little breasts to fill out your uniform.'
She was laughing. She was fucking laughing. What about pregnancy risk? Was she going to make Michael start using condoms again? Anyway, it didn't matter. I would never ask, never.
'I want to give Michael the ultimate gift. Once he knows I love him, that my love is real, that I never want you to touch me ever again, that I'm really his for ever, then I want to have his baby. I know he loves kids. If I don't give him one he might end up leaving me for someone who will. So I want to do it. I want to be the lady of his young. We'll make a beautiful chld I know we will'.
I was horrified. How could she seriously think about this? How could she even joke about it? As forgot the rules and loked up into her adorable green eyes she stared back at me.'
'It would be so final,so absolute wouldn't it slave. You would have no doubt then where you stood would you. And neither would my darling Michael.'
How pathetic I must have looked right then. Kneeling in front of my darling wife of over twenty years as she spoke of her devotion to another man whilst the tears poured down my face, my shoulders heaved as I sobbed quietly and my hips bucked uselessly at thin air in a pathetic vain attempt to gain some relief from my sexually frustrated hell. Maybe I should ask her for those pills. Maybe it was all I had left to me.
Even then in those appalling circumstances my love for her shone through. I was her devoted slave...always.....no matter what. I loved her more than I ever had. Quietly I mumred my request. I begged her permission to kiss her gorgeous feet. To revel in my pathetic abject devotion. To give myself to her, body and soul.
'Don't be ridiculous,' she snapped. 'Do you think I spent all day making myself perfect just to let a useless excuse for a slave slaver all over me? Forget it.'
A car horn sounded outside and she stood to leave.
'Of course I will be mentioning to your master that you tried to have me break his rules. You tried to touch me and you looked me in the face. If I were you I wouldn't count on being able to sit down for a long time after he deals with you tomorrow.'
The horn sounded again. Who did he think he was expecting her to drop everything and rush out there to him? What was I thinking? She was his now. No doubt existed. I'd lost her.
As she walked to the door she told me to be a good boy and make sure her bed was turned down, soft lights on and champaign in an ice bucket beside her bed before I retired to my relaxing bag in the garage.
For a long while I stayed there, kneeling, staring at the place where she had sat to bloww me away with her revelations. Eventually I leaned forward and kissed the leather of the settee. I lay my face against it, feeling the warmth left behind by her cute little ass, the ass that used to be mine and mine alone. My tears wet the leather as my hips once more began their dance of frustrated love and my hands beat uselessly against my infernal chastity shield.

What another great twist! I am excited to read more!

THE WEDDING :-

He had only been living with us three weeks when she told me she wanted to marry him! She told me not to panic - who was panicing ? You hear that kind of thing every day right ? - she would not be divorsing me. She would keep her promise. She would never leave me and never divorse me, unless I asked her to. What she wanted was to be able to make a formal commitment, to demonstrate to her lover that she really was choosing him over me, that he could rest assured that he was her man now. Also she wanted to make it clear to me that this was not a game anymore. It had gone way past that. She would never betray me. Everything had to be with my consent. Her ultimate loyalty rested as always with me, her husband, but that did not mean she could not fall in love with another man, make me her slave and take him as her number one. It sounds strange, even wierd, but that was where we were. I loved her even more for treating me that way. I loved seeing her take full advantage of the freedom I had granted her. I loved her treating me like a slave, an amusement, a convenience. She was a goddess. To be her utterly devoted slave was all I needed and everything I had ever wanted. I needed to put her on a pedestal, to worship her. I could never be worthy of her. I could only wait patiently for those occassions when she saw fit to notice me and then bathe in the sweetness of her contempt. I loved her even more for insisting on my aproval and I took great pride in being able to grant it.
The wedding had to be done properly, or as properly as was possible. We needed someone to officiate, witnesses, a wedding dress, ceremony, honeymoon, the works. First though, we needed a divorce. This was carried out next door at Mr Hudmister's house. As an ex-headmaster he was as near as we had to a judge or a registrar. He sat behind his desk. My wife sat in a chair in front of the desk to tell him that I had failed her as a husband. I was unable to perform my marital duties and had powerd her into the arms of another man. Mistress Julie gave evidence to confirm my staus as a complete wimp. She went on to tell 'the judge' what a wonderful permister my wife was and how she deserved to be happy, with a real man. My wife went on to explain to 'the judge' what a pervert I was and how I got off on wearing her clothes and being spanked. Mr Hudmister feined disgust and kept giving me looks of contempt and disgust as I knelt at my wife's side naked except for my chastity tube and cover plate, hands and legs cuffed, ball gag in place. I was given no oportunity to respond. Mr Hudmister simply decreed that, under the circumstances he was happy to grant my poor wife a divorse on condition that she spend the rest of her life enjoying everything I had denied her. Then, turning to me he told me what a pathetic excuse for a man I was. He said that I deserved to be locked up and the key thrown away for the way I had treated my gorgeous wife. However, my wife had asked him to be lenient and so he was prepared to reduce my sentence. I would serve a life sentence as my former wife's slave. She would have complete authority over me, even to the point of life and death. I would accept whatever she did to me and thank her for it.
After I had agred I was instructed to serve refreshments as they chatted and laughed about their little scene. When my wife and M. Julie went to leave I was called back by Mr Hudmister and told that the other condition to my reduced sentence was a severe flogging, to be carried out immedietly. My wife laughed and just left me. M. Julie asked to stay as a witness to my punishment. She was not a witness for long as she soon joined in and the pair of them beat me without mercy as I squeeled and struggled against the straps that held me to the wooden cross in Mr Hudmister's garage. Eventually M. Julie slipped off her knickers and tights and used them to gag me before laughingly continuing my torment. 'No wife to protect you now boy,' she teased. 'All alone aren't you slave. I could go on beating you till you pass out from the pain. I could ******* you if I wanted to and nobody would give a cuckolds brownie would they. Don't worry though, I'm not going to. Not yet anyway. That would be too easy for you. I have a feeling you'll wish I had pretty soon though, slave boy'.

When they finally grew tierd of me M. Julie and Mr Hudmister untied me and threw me out. Naked, I limped quickly next door. My wife, or should I say, my ex-wife was on the phone to her lover Michael when I entered the kitchen. Seeing my tearful expression she just turned away and continued her conversation. It had been decided that the wedding ceremony would take place seven days after the divorce. To add to the excitement my Mistress and her lover had decided not to see each other for those seven days. It was obvious that they missed each other terribly.The phone calls were long and frequent, full of promises and exclamations of love and lust. Since he moved in Michael had been fucking my willing wife several times a day and she had gotten used to it. Now that he was out of her reach she was going crazy with frustrated lust. How did she think I felt!
Things were getting way too serious. I wasn't sure if my wife even remembered our game. I could not see how we could possibly go back to our old life now. I was depressed, frustrated and angry. The beating after the divorce was the last straw. I'd decided to call her bluff and ask her for the pills to begin my chemical castration. Either it would shock her back to reality or she would carry out her threat. Either way my frustation would be over. The constant aches in my balls and in my heart were more than I could stand another day.
As soon as she put down the phone I knelt in front of her,'Please Maam,' I began.
'Fuck off slave!' she spat and walked away.
I tried again and again but the most I got was her threat that she would be keeping Master Michael advised of my repeated breaking of the rules by daring to even speak to her.
M.Julie was a regular visitor and I overheard them many times talking about wedding dresses, rings and other preparations. The whole week my wife ignored me completely while M. Julie gave me knowing smirks. One night they both got slightly takes and, after being granted the honour of serving M. Julie's beautiful pussy with my unworthy tongue, I spent the rest of the night running between bedrooms allowing them to use my mouth as a toilet. I was so terrified that one of them would start to pee before I could respond to her call that I actually ended up pissing myself, much to their takesen amusement.

On the eve of the wedding ceremony I was called to my wife's bedroom. She was lieing naked on the bed and I stood red faced trying my best not to look at her. She was stunning. I'd forgotten just how beautiful she was. 'Last time slave,' she smiled. 'Last time you ever get to touch. How would you like to lick me? All over, every inch. Between my toes, under my arms, between my ass cheeks, even my pussy. The pussy I give to another man tomorrow. The pussy you loose tomorrow. Forever'.
'Yes maam, thank you. It would be an honour maam,'I sputtered.
'Of course it would. But first I think there's something you want to ask me. You'd better do it now. I don't know if your master will ever let you speak to me again after tomorrow. You know how possessive he is. So come here. Kneel at my bedside and beg like the good slave you're going to be for me and my new husband'.
'Please maam,'I whispered.
'Head up boy. I want to see your eyes when you ask'.
Lifting my head and gazing self conciously into the deep pools of her gorgeous eyes I gave my wife the last thing I had left to give. @please maam, please will you castrate me. Please .'
Tears were rolling down my face as she smiled sweetly.
'Are you offering my what's left of your manhood slave ? As a wedding present?'
'Yes maam. I can't stand it any longer. I give up. I'm yours to do with as you please'.
'You silly slave,' she laughed, 'You always were. Now the tablets are in my drawer. Bring one here and let me see you take it. And bring my birth control pills too. I can't wait to tell your master I'm going to give him a baby.'
I put both pills in my dry mouth but just couldn't swallow. She had me open my mouth and then spat three times into my throat. I swallowed. My castation was begun.
So much for calling her bluff! To hell with it then. If this was real, if this was what she really wanted, then I was better off without my sexual urges. The frusration was unbearable. The thought of it never ending was too much to bear. If the pills took that pain away then so be it. I would go on serving her as best I could for as long as se would have me. I loved her still. No matter what she did to me or took from me. I loved her completely. I would spend the rest of my life proving it. Not as a man. That option was closed to me now. Whatever happened I could never be a man to her again that was obvious. As her slave I would prove it. Whatever the cost.

That was the best part yet! Can't wait for the wedding!

'That's a good slave,' she cooed,' Now for your treat'. She laid down on the bed and told me to show her how much my tongue loved her. I started at her tiny toes and licked every inch of her delicious skin. I don't know if it was my imagination but she seemed to taste different. I loved her more than ever but it was as if she was a stranger to me. I didn't feel like I was licking my wife. I felt like she was someone elses. Nevertheless, my desperate cock made its usual feeble attempts to break from the confines of its cage. I considered asking her if I might be allowed some freedom, on this special occassion. Her scent, her taste, the sight of her pert tits sticking proudly up, the nipples growing as a result, I hoped, of my devoted efforts.
'Make the best of it slave. You will never be able to do this again. It wouldn't be right. I'm a married woman, or I will be after tommorrow. I'm going to be the perfect wife for new husband. I want to keep him forever. Mmmm! Lick the insides of my legs. It's been a long week without him. I'm used to making love at least twice a day you know. It's a bit of a come down for me having to put up with your pathetic efforts isn't it?'
I couldn't answer, I was shaking too much!
'You can put that worthless tongue of yours in my pussy slave. I need to cum. If I don't get some relief right now I won't make it through the ceremony tomorrow. I'll end up dragging Michael onto the floor the moment I see him. Be warned though, you're already going to be in big trouble when Michael hears you've broken his rules again and touched me. Imagine what he'll do to you when I tell him you dared lick his new wife's pussy. Mmmmm yesssss, good boy. Lick it! Suck me ! Oh cuckolds brownie I love betraying you, I love it!'

Eventually she calmed down and left go of my hair. I was told to continue with tongue so as she laid there in the afterglow of her orgasm I continued upward. My frustration as I licked around her gorgeous breasts was almost too much to bear. I felt proud too, even as she raised her arms signaling that I should lick devotedly at her warm armpits, it felt good to know that I could still make her cum.
As I reached her neck I had a moment of stupid hope that I might actually be allowed to kiss her lips. She was my wife after all. Or had been until that stupid divorse ceremony next door. After all those months of denial, frustration and offense I was entitled to a kiss. Even if it was just a tease to let me see what I was missing. But no. Just as I reached her ears she sighed and turned over. 'Kiss my ass slave. All over. Every inch. Then I want your little slave tongue inside me. Make sure I'm nice and clean for my wedding. You're my liitle enema boy now. My douche and enema boy. Make the best of it because after tonight you'll be back to cleaning my shoes and underwear. That's as close as Michael will ever let you get to me'.
I did make the best of it. I lavished my love and devotion on her. I wanted her to know how grateful I was for her hard work in making all my fantasies come true. Even the ones that I'd maybe rather hadn't come true. I couldn't complain though. I'd asked her to go all out and that's exactly what she'd done. Big time !
She came again as I speared her ass with my tongue. I cringed as she squeeled her lover's name. I was the one doing all the work, making her cum, while he got all the credit. Such was my life now I supposed.
As she lay panting and letting out soft sighs of satisfaction I lovingly kissed the bottoms of her feet. Just as I thought she might drift off to relax she jumped up and skipped into the bathroom. 'I need a shower and a pee slave,' she shouted over her shoulder. 'Don't make me tell Michael you wouldn't help me.'
She was in the shower cubicle when I got there. 'Come on then stupid. Strip off and come and wash your mistress'. I didn't need asking twice. Even having to kneel in front of her as she gigglingly pissed in my mouth and over my face was a small price to pay for the honour of worshiping her beautiful figure with a soapy sponge.
Afterwards, as I dried her with a soft towel she told me how excited she was about the next day. She wanted everything to be perfect. She really was like a first time bride. I even found myself wondering if she had been this excited on the night before I married her all those years ago.
Before climbing into bed she pulled a transarent latex one-piece suit from a drawer. I though it was for me so I was surprised when she ordered me to help her put it on. It was a little bit big for her but that, as I learned, was for a reamister. 'I hope you apreciate this slave,' she said. 'I am going to absolutely cook in this thing! I'll be suffering from dehydration by morning'.
The suit was smooth to the touch and smelled incredible. 'This is for you to wear tomorrow, under your dress. You'll be slipping around inside it in my sweat. You'll love that won't you. You little pervert'.
Dress? What dress ?
'I want you to wear my old wedding dress. I'll be wearing a new one. New dress for new husband. Old dress for old husband. You see ?' I was beginning to. I'd lost some weight since we started this game. Partly through anxiety and partly through only being fed my wife and her lover's leftovers. But still, the dress wouldn't fit. I would just look silly. Apart from that, it would be covered in stains, spunk stains, from the last time she wore it for John, Michael's uncle.
'Julie has been working on it, letting it out, so it won't be too bad a fit. I told her not to clean it though. I think it's more apropriate for you to wear it with the stains, don't you?'
I tucked her into bed and stood waiting to be dismissed. 'Tomorrow is going to be so much fun slave. Me in my new dress, the blushing bride. And you in my old one, the blushing slave. At least there'll be no confusion over who the groom is !' she laughed.
'Ok you can go now. Michael isn't hear so I'll let you relax in the spare room. You can take a pair of my fluffy slippers to cuddle. Wake me at seven. We have a big day ahead.' As I went to leave I heard her finish relaxily, ' I hope you enjoyed tonight slave. From tomorrow things are going to change. Our lives are changing. It'll be fun, you'll see. '
'Yes maam,' I answered quietly. 'Thank you for tonight, it was marvelous. Good night maam'.
As I slipped out and pulled the door closed behind me her soft voice drifted through the gap, ' I still love you'.
What? Did I imagine that? Wishful thinking ?
I stood for five minutes or more listening for more. I almost went back in there. But if I did imagine it she would laugh at me. The feeling of elation I had right now would be destroyed. Better to have the illusion. If that's what it was. I kissed and cuddled her fluffy slippers extra hard that night as I drifted in and out of relax.

I was up before 6am cleaning the already sparkling house. I took my Mistress Wife a cup of tea at seven. She looked so cute lieing there. Her lustrous dark brown hair fanned over her pillow, her lips slightly parted as if inviting a lover's kiss. She opened her eyes and smiled and my heart melted. As she pushed the duvet away I marvelled as if for the first time at her gorgeous body tightly encased in transparent latex. There was condensation inside it and when she stood up I could hear her feet sloshing in the acumulated perspiration as it ran down inside the suit to pool in the feet. I followed her to the bathroom where I was told to remove my maids outfit and get into the shower with her. I helped her slip out of the latex body suit as she told me to be careful not to spill any of her sweat. Then uor roles were reversed as she helped me to slip my legs into the soaking legs of the suit. Before I pulled up the top half I had to step out of the shower and retrieve a key from my mistress's bedside cabinet. She quickly unlocked my chastity sleeve and the tube that encased my cock. It had been so long! I felt so naked and vulnerable without it.
'Let's get one thing straight slave,' she addressed me as she helped me slide my arms into the suit and then did up the zip at rhe back. 'You may be out of the cage but that doesn't mean you are not my slave. If you make any attempt at all or if I even get the feeling you may be considering making your pathetic little thing spit its slime, I will beat you within an inch of your life. Then I'll have Mistress Julie beat you then I'll give you to Michael. Then slave,' she scowled as she lifted my chin and spat in my face,' Then we'll take you for a long ride and dump you naked at the side of the road. By the time you find your way back here I'll have e-mailed a hundred of the most embarrassing pictures I have of you to everyone you ever knew. Finally, I'll divorse you. I'll make it real messy. Pictures in the paper along with my tearful confession of how you used your poor little wife and powerd her to indulge in sordid sex games with other men. Am I getting through to you scumbag?'
'Yes maam, I won't do anything wrong maam, I promise'. What was I saying. How would my cumming after all I'd been through be wrong? I was a grown man. A married man. She had me so mixed up I was regarding my most basic rights as something illegal for fuck's sake!
'That's a good boy. Now get your head over the toilet I need to pee.Go get your pills from my bedside cabinet first. I'll give you something to wash them down with. Julie will be hear soon. She wants to get you ready first then you can both help me'.
The latex suit was tighter on me than it had been on her. It squeeked as my thighs rubbed together. It was incredibly warm. The only part of my body exposed to the air was my head so the sweat was running freely down my face as I made my Mistress her breakfast. The fact that I was swimming in my gorgeous wife's sweet perspiration had me feeling faint with desire. My cock was rock hard and rubbing helplessly against the slippery inside of the suit. Any movement on my part had me on the verge of cumming. Several times I had to stop moving and try to think totally unerotic thoughts. I found myself wishing those damned pills would start working. I was better off in the chastity cage. How I could possibly stand this all day was beyond me!

Just after 8am Mistress Julie arrived. She laughed at my suit and ran her finger over my clearly visible engorged cock. I had to pull away sharply or I would have cum right there. Unfortunately that was not considered an excuse for being rude. I had to fetch the cane and bend over while M. Julie administered six sharp reminders of my place. At least it made my cock shrink down for a few minutes!
The ladies laughed and talked excitedly as I stood waiting. Eventually M. Julie took me into the spare bedroom and dressed me. My wife's dirty white stockings and knickers. A white silk corset that she put her foot in my back and laced so tight I could not draw breath. Then, over my head, the wedding dress. M. Julie had done a good job. It fitted reamisterably well. It was clearly dirty though. The stains were immediately obvious and my face flushed with embarrssment as M. Julie laughed and pointed at them.
'Don't look so upset slave. You weren't upset when those stains were put there were you? From what I hear it was a fantasy come true for you. Well now you wife gets her fantasy. To see her cuckold sissy husband sporting signs of her adultery right there at her wedding. Wear your dress proudly slave. Lets face it, you don't have anything else to be proud of do you?'
I sat patiently as she did my hair and makeup. She even painted my nails slut red. Finally she helped me into a pair of white stilleto boots with deadly looking six inch heels. As I stood up M.Julie walked me to a mirror and showed me what I'd become. I thought I'd laugh or be ashamed but I wasn't. She had done a great job but I was still a man in a dress. Well, not much of a man actually. But then that was the point I guessed. The contrast. I was the rejected sissy cuckold. Michael would be the strong masculine groom. I was what my wife wanted me to be. I would be proud. I would show her and everyone who came to this wedding. I was my Mistress's slave and proud to be that.
I was just getting a handle on things, just beginning to believe I could get through this, when my wife walked in.
'Oh Julie you are incredible. Look what you've done to my ex husband'.
'I just let out what's already there babe, what's always been there,' Julie replied , obviously pleased with my wife's reaction.
I could only stare at the floor as my Mistress circled me and gave little gasps of pleasure. A tear rolled down my face. Why was I feeling so emotional? Maybe it was those damned tablets. Julie quickly wiped it away and warned me of the consequences of ruining her hard work.
'Right my turn now,' my wife cried,' You can help M. Julie slave but before I put on my dress you have to leave the room. I don't want you to see me before Michael. It wouldn't be right. M. Julie can fit your ankle hobbles and we have a new collar for you. It's nice and wide and stiff. A bit like my new husband's cock in fact'. They both cracked up at that.
'The collar will help with your posture slave, and it has hooks so we can fix your wrists to it. That will keep those naughty hands from straying anywhere near your little clit'.M. Julie giggled again at that. 'You know you're right, ' she laughed, 'It is more like a clit than a cock. Come on little clit boy lets get your Mistress ready for her wedding'.

Excellent update!

M. Julie was very proffessional in getting my wife ready. As they chatted and laughed, takeing the glasses of chilled wine I brought them, my wife had her hair done, makeup, nails, the lot. Her underware was very much like mine, although she didn't need the corset! I was treated like a stupid apretice, fetching, carrying, holding and helping. All the while trying to move as little as possible for fear of exploding months worth of backed up sperm all over the inside of my latex body suit. I tried not to take any notice of how beautiful my wife was. I tried not to smell her perfume. Most of all, I tried not to think about her giving herself to another man, to be his wife.
After a while M. Julie fixed my ankle straps in place and secured the collar around my neck. My head was powerd up as the white leather bit into the underside of my chin. My hands were left free for now.
When the doorbell rang I was sent to answer it and told not to go back into the bedroom. It took me ages to hobble to the door with my mincing little steps. Mr Hudmister at the door, not very pleased at the delay and as I let him in Michael arrived. He grinned widely as he took in my appearance. Blushing deep red I gave the gentlemen takes and made myself busy arranging flowers and moving furniture and chairs into place as I'd been instructed to do by my wife. It was very slow work hobred as I was but neither guest offered any help. They just stood watching and grinning at me. It seemed ages before there was a knock on the lounge door and M. Julie entered. She walked over to the sterio and pressed play. As the traditional wedding march played I hurried as quickly as I could over to the half open door. M. Julie followed me and fixed my hands to my collar as I stood facing into the room. My wife walked past me and I got my first glimpse of her dress. It was pure white and made of silk and lace. It seemed very feminine and classy from my view of the back as I hobred after her.
Mr Hudmister stood and moved to stand in the centre of the room. M.Julie remained behind me as I caught up with my wife and stood beside her. As I knelt down I saw the front of her dress. It had a large opening in front which showed off the top of her proud brests and the skirt was shaped upover to reveal the tops of her white silk stockings. As I dropped my gaze I took in the shiny patent leather of her white platform shoes. She was a total wet dream of a bride.
M. Julie moved to switch off the music and Mr Hudmister coughed into his hand before beginning.
'Ladies, Gentlemen, and even...slave, we are here today to witness the marriage of this beautiful lady and her handsome young man'. Michael was stood at my other side. I looked up to see him smiling at my wife.
'Who is giving this gorgeous lady away today?' Mr Hudmister asked.
'Excuse me sir,' I mumred. 'I am'.
'He certainly is!' M. Julie added from behind me and everyone laughed loudly.
'Very well then, you may step back and make room for your worthy replacement'.
I shuffled backwards awkwardly and watched as Michael stood beside my wife and took her hand.
At Mr Hudmister's direction they each swore their love for each other. Then my wife or should I say now, my Mistress removed the engagement ring John had given her and passed it to M. Julie. Michael placed a new wedding ring on her finger and they kissed deeply.
'Ah, young love!' Mr Hudmister exclaimed.
'My dear, it has been a pleasure to get to really know both you and your former husband, now slave, over the past months. I have enjoyed our times together immensely. I am so happy that you have found a real man to care for you, to hold you and love you, to satisfy you as you deserve. I'm pleased too that your ex has seen his true place in your life and has accepted it so well. I look forward to contiuing to aid you in his training and discipline. It is an honour and a pleasure to declare you, to all intents and purposes. man and wife'.