Merry Christmas Darling

Hey blue,

This is the first time I've posted on this site and I gotta say - wow - that's one hell of a story so far.

You've got me wondering about that female body suit/mask thing and I gotta say I was wondering what your take is on it?

I've never been a big fan of the TV thing (for myself that is) however the concept of losing identity like that and just becoming a doll like this is very interesting. What's it been like so far for either physically wearing it and emotionally?

Also zooming in on that picture you posted earlier I was able to make out the url for this site:

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and by searching around came across these sites that are either about these outfits or that sell them:

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Do you know of any other sites or forums (esp ones in english)

Thanks for any info

Thanks for your comments sosniagara. Nice to talk to someone who understands the 'loss of identity thing'. That was my wife's intention, and still is. Not to power me into being something else, but to power me into being nothing, being of no consequence to her at all. Please read on for more.

'Now I believe some speaches are in order for such a fine occassion'. Mr Hudmister continued. 'Julie, perhaps you could start?'
'Thank you Mr Hudmister'. Julie moved to stand in Mr Hudmister's place as everyone took a seat. I served glasses of champaign then knelt at one side.
'It feels now as if I've known you guys for ever, but actually its really not that long since we met. I just want to say what a pleasure it's been for me. I've seen what seemed to be an ordinary relationship grow and develop into something quite amazing. The effect on him has been facinating to watch, not to mention very funny at times. My relationship with N (as I'll call my Mistress) has grown to the point where I really regard her as my sister. We've had such incredible conversations, hatched plans together, encouraged each other and generally just had an amazing time. To see it come to this point is just mind blowing. I've played a very enjoyable role as friend to N and as mistress to her slave and I hope to continue as both for a long time to come. Michael is a very nice guy and I don't think N could have made a better choice. I wish them both every happiness and I wish their slave every *** and offense. To the three of you - cheers!'
'Thank you Julie,' said Mr Hudmister. 'Michael, perhaps you would like to take the floor?'
'Thank you. Erm, to begin with I'd like to thank Mr Hudmister for officiating today and for taking some photographs which I'm sure we will treasure for many years. Thanks to Julie for all the hard work she's put in. My wife, ' he paused and smiled as everyone clapped and cheered, ' looks amazing and you've done an excellent job of dressing our slave. Thank you'.
'When I first met N she was given to me by my uncle John as a birthday present. I was madly in lust with her from the moment I set eyes on her. It's embarrassing when I think back to that night. I was so eager to impress her. I never stopped thinking about her afterwards. Every night I dreamt of being with her again. I couldn't really understand the slave husband thing, I couldn't see what he got out of it at all. To be honest I still don't fully understand. But hey! What do I care? Iget to have this beautiful woman as my own, all day every day. I just feel so lucky. Ok there are a few complications but I think I'm beginning to see the upside of that. I have a home now, plenty of money, I don't have to lift a finger. I'm waited on hand and foot. Best of all I get to be with a lady I've fallen madly in love with. If keeping her means beating her slave's ass now and again then so be it, I can manage that. We've talked long and hard, my bride and I, and we've decided that I can live by her rules so long as her slave lives by mine. So ladies and gentlemen, a toast to the permister, if that's the right word, who made it possible for me to be with the sexiest most gorgeous woman on the planet, to our slave'.
'To slave!' they all repeated as I kept my red face pointed down at the floor.
'And last but by no means least, to my beautiful bride. N, I love you. I don't care about the age difference. I don't care about the baggage that comes with you. You are mine forever and God help anyone who ever tries to come between us. To N !'
'To N!' everyone repeated.
I had to refil the glasses as Mr Hudmister called my Mistress to speak.

'Thank you Mr Hudmister. And thank you my darling for those lovely comments'. My cock twitched inside the latex suit as she took Michael's face in her hands and kissed him deeply.
'You know its really amazing to think back over the years to how my then husband and I started on the journey that has lead us to today. We began by playing around with bondage and a little mild c.p. then to add a little spice I would pretend to fancy some other guy. That led to me actually taking a guy around the back of a pub and snogging him silly when I was out with friends. They thought I'd gone home. It's funny now but at the time I was so nervous, wondering what my husband's reaction would be. You loved it though, didn't you slave?'
'Yes maam,' I muttered. I should have been annoyed that she was revealing so much of our permisteral and private history but I was too busy staring at her nylon encased legs. The tops of her legs where the white of her stockings gave way to the tanned flesh of her thighs was mesmerising.
'Then on our little weekends away I started letting guys chat me up in night clubs didn't I. He would come back from the bar with a take for me to find me snogging some guy in the middle of the dancefloor. Then back at the hotel I'd wrap my little husband in cling film and tease his poor straining cock while I talked about what a great kisser the guy was. That led to my husband urging me to advertise on a swingers site, which led eventually to him enjoying the sight of me half naked on the back seat of the car with a young guy. He had his fingers burried in my pussy while I undid his flies and burrowed my hand inside his trousers to grasp his impressive cock. I threw one leg over the front seat so you could kiss my boots while I kissed my young lover isn't that right slave?'
'Yes maam,' I answered again. Her ankles now had me magictised. They were so dainty and those white patent shoes with their platform soles. All I could think of was how they would smell, how they would taste when she pulled her tiny feet out of them.
'Finally, with a great deal of encouragement I agreed to make my husband's fantasy come true. We arranged a weekend away with my young lover to be staying in the same hotel. I'll never forget the look on your face as I gazed at you over his shoulder while he slid his cock inside my married pussy. Then later, when I left you to go to his room. I tied you to a chair and told you I didn't want to be disturbed. I told you this time is just for me. I felt so sexy, so powerful!
'The next time I left you at home didn't I slave? I'd never spent a single night away from you in twenty years of marriage. Suddenly I was going away with my lover, leaving you at home to do my housework. That happened twice I think before, on the third occassion, I telephoned you and told you to drive to the hotel so I could give you a surprise. It was your birthday and you thought I'd forgotten. I'd deliberately arranged to go away with another man and leave you on your birthday. Now that was hot!'
'You got to the hotel in record time,' she laughed. 'I met you in reception and took you to our room. I told you not to speak, just to do as I said. Once in the room I had you stand like a chstised little boy in the middle of the room while my young lover and I sat together on the couch. I tld him right in front of you how pathetic you were in bed. You took it. You just stood there red faced while I talked about your little limp dick and your pathetic attempts to satisfy me. Then I asked my lover to punish you for being a wimp and a sissy. I had you drop your trousers and stand between my knees facing sideways. You had to pull up your shirt to expose your behind to my lover's belt. While he berated you for being such a sad excuse for a husband I reached up and fondled your rock hard little cock didn't I? It must have been about two seconds before you started thrusting your hips! But I stopped didn't I? Just as you were about to cum. Then I started again. How many times? It must have been at least four or five before I finally allowed you to cum. You had to beg me for permission first didn't you? And then you had to apologise to my lover for being such a wimp. That was quite a squirt though wasn't it slave. It shot right across the room.I think that's when I really knew. A normal relationship was not right for us. You needed something more and I wanted to give it to you.'
'And so began our present game. Except it's not a game anymore. I had a wonderful time with John and I learned so much, about myself and about my slave husband. Unfortunately there were problems and it had to end. That's where my darling Michael comes in. You were not an obvious choice. Young, inexperienced. It would never work. But it has. Oh boy, it has! There have been times when I wanted to quit, times when I know did too slave. I guess we've both shed more than a few tears along the way. I had to hide mine from you. I had to be strong for you. Poor Julie got the brunt of my tears and frustrations, my sadness and uncertainty. She was my rock, my confident, my advisor, and I will always love her for that.'
'So here we are, looking forward to the future. I have a young, handsome lover. Someone I can hold and love. And I have a devoted servant. A provider. An amusement. What woman could ask for more? I love you Michael. I love you too slave. But I'm in love with Michael. I don't know what the future holds for us but right now I am the happiest I've ever been. I want to share my happiness by proving to you Michael my darling, that I love you and I'm yours completely. Then I want to share my happiness with you my devoted slave, by taking you to the very depths of offense, frustration and despare, because that, I now understand, is what you want and need. Don't you?'
I was miles away. Day dreaming stupid thoughts about being small enough to slip inside one of her shoes. To be in the tight leather confines sqashed between the leather of her shoe and the silk of her stocking!
'It seems you slave is too busy having inapropriate thought about his mistress to pay attention when she is speaking to him'. Thundered Mr Hudmister. I jerked out of my revery and quickly apologised. 'On your feet and fill these glasses while I take some photographs boy,' he ordered. 'And see me afterwards!'
'Yes sir, thank you sir!' I stammered as I shuffled as quickly as my ankle fetters would allow, to get more champaign from the refidgerator.

Great stuff so far. Can't wait to see how things unfold now that the two of them are married and how you'll fit into their lives.

Has your wife or her friends or anyone spoken to you indepth about why they want to erase your permisterality and just turn you into an object or has it been more of a "matter of cact" type thing where they haven't really shared much/any of the thoughts of it with you?

Sosniagara, my wife and I used to talk about everything. We would plan our adventures in every detail, often with me doing most of the work. Then afterwards we would have kind of a de-briefing session. I think I needed that the most because I always felt a little unsure of things. She would appear to be such a bitch to me and so into her man of the moment that I needed to be assured afterwards that it was just a game. The trouble was that it kind of *******ed off the excitement. It got too climical, too safe, if you know what I mean. So eventually I agreed to give her full control and have no say in anything before hand and no right to ask questions afterwards. It wasn't easy but it worked out much more effectively. She was always pretty good about guaging my needs and desires and after all those years of being very honest with her, well I guess she had all she needed.

When I returned with the champaign they were all posing for photographs. I stayed out of the way as much as possible hoping not to be noticed. I really did not want my picture taken dressed in my wife's soiled wedding dress!
Unfortunately Julie noticed me and commented that I was the only one who had not made a speach.Michael said 'So what? What can he say that's of any interest?' But my wife put her finger across his lips and shushed him saying that it might be a laugh to hear what I had to say at my wife's wedding.
So there I was kneeling red faced and looking at the floor. 'Sir's and Ladies,' I began, 'I loved my wife very much. I love my Mistress even more! I'm not sure how it came to this but I am very happy to see her so happy. I would like to thank Mr Hudmister and Mistress Julie for helping me to learn to be a better slave to my Mistress. I would like to thank Master Michael for making her so happy and fullfilling her needs in ways I could only dream of. Finally, I would like to thank my Mistress for supporting me, encouraging me and, were necessary, powering me, to continue my journey into abject slavery to the most beautiful and sexy woman who ever lived. I am amazed at what she has put me through and cannot even begin to guess what she will put me through in future. All I know is hard my useless slave cock is and how I feel like I am going to explode with pent up sexual frustration. I cannot stand living like this but I could never live without it now. '.
Mistress Julie stood in front of me as I spoke and lifting the front of her dress powerd my mouth to her silk knickered pussy.'Carry on slave,' she ordered.
With a muffled voice I continued, 'Thank you everyone for making this experience possible for my Mistress and I. Thank you Mistress for allowing me to serve you. I worship you and love you forever. I will do anything and pay any price to keep the happiness I can see you feel today.My best wishes to the happy coupmmmmm.'
Julie pushed my face into her groin and I inhaled her heady scent. My head swam and my cock pulsed dangerously close to expelling its pent up load. Suddenly the dress was raised and I knelt there blinking in the bright light. Mistress Julie stood over me smiling as I realised that we were alone. Everyone else had gone into the kitchen to enjoy the snacks I'd earlier prepared. Julie knelt next to me,' You are going to have to get used to being ignored slave,' she smirked. I made the mistake of looking directly into her cold blue eyes and she spat in face, once, twice, three times. 'Now get up and go earn your keep you fucking looser!'
Rising unsteadily to my feet, I shuffled into the kitchen, spit dripping from my nose and chin. I knew better than to attempt to wipe it off.

Fodd was consumed and the champagne flowed until eventually Mr Hudmister said he was going home. He said it was time the newly-weds were left alone to consumate their love. I showed him to the door where he instructed me, 'Report to my house at ten in the morning. That should give you time to clean up here. I want to discuss the small matter of your lack of attention when your Mistress sees fit to lower herself to addressing you'.
'Yes sir,' I answered.
'And there is also the matter of your lines. I haven't forgotten what you wrote when you were in the cage in my garage that day'.
Oh cuckolds brownie! I didn't think he'd read them. My wife made me write it but how could I explain that without seeming to be disrespecting her?
'Oh and one more thing,' He smiled as he stepped outside. 'Wear that dress, I like it'.
'Sir,' I curtsied and closed the door.
On my way back to the kitchen M. Julie caught me. She undid my ankle fetters so that I could walk upstairs. We went into my Mistress's bedroom and prepared it. Candles, insense, soft music, bed turned down. M. Julie even brownietered rose petals on the white silk sheets.
She removed my posture collar,much to my relief and had me bring a chair from the dining room. I set it beside the bed and she used stockings and tights from my Mistress's drawer to secure me to it. Finally, she raised her skirt and slid down her knickers. She stuffed them into my mouth, following it with a hastily removed stocking. The other stocking she used to secure my gag, wrapping it tightly around my head. My mouth was filled with her taste and my nose drew in her scent as she leaned over me.
'I want you to know slave, this is not my idea. I don't think you deserve this but your Mistress has taken pity on you for some reamister. Don't worry I'm sure you'll pay for this priveledge later. In fact, I'm staying the night so I'll come and collect you later and we'll redress the balance a little ok?'
I nodded, my cock being about to burst! I was going to see my darling wife consumate her marriage!
'Remember though, no cumming. You remember what she said she would do if you don't control yourself?'
I nodded again. Shit this was going to be impossible!

I heard giggling in the hallway then Michael entered carrying my Mistress, his bride. He threw her onto the bed and they both giggled more as they struggled with their clothes. She lifted her dress and slipped off her tiny g string, throwing it at me. It hit my face and slid down into my lap as he tore off his shirt and dropped his trousers. His eyes never left sight of her as he struggled out of his boxers. She burst out laughing as his turgid cock caught in the material and he struggled to free it.
Not even bothering to remove his socks, he was on her. I saw her eyes fly wide open as he penetrated her swiftly and powerfully in one lunge.
'Oh baby!' she cooed.
'I've waited a full week for this!' he yelled. 'Seven fucking days thinking about this moment. You are gonna get it now girl!'
'Oh I hope so baby, I seriously hope so!' My Mistress answered as she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. They kissed deeply while her moved slowly in and out of her rapidly moistening pussy. I was so close I could see her juices coating his shaft as he pulled back.
'Fuck this!' He cried. 'No time for being subtle.'
With that he slid his elbows under her knees to raise her legs up and back till her knees were touching her chest and her ankles were wrapped around his neck. I didn't even know she could do that!
He wasted no time, pounding her delicate pussy, grunting like an natural as he took his pleasure. Far from being upset, she seemed flattered by his desperation, encouraging him with her own squeels and whimpers.
After just a few minutes he groaned, 'It's coming baby. You want it huh? You want it all inside you?'
'Always baby, oh always, always, alwaaaaaaaa!'
Her eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth hung open, a deep groan emanating from the core of her body as he stiffened and thrust harder and more vulgarly, once twice, ten times. I could see her pussy overflowing as her face reddened, veins standing out on her neck. I think she must have ****** at around thrust five but he just went right on driving into her deepest regions, spraying his scent into her, claiming his property once more.
Eventually he collapsed on top of her breathing hard, a sheen of sweat covering his body. With gentle kisses he brought her round before turning to me. 'I just came in my new wife man,' he smiled.'And she fucking loved it. Didn'y ya baby?'
'Mmmmm,' my Mistress confirmed as she opened her eyes and looked over at me. I caught her wink as she sighed, 'I love you my darling,' before turning to wrap her arms around his neck and slide her soft pink tongue into his mouth. 'I really (kiss) really (kiss) love (kiss) you (kiiiiiiiiissssssss).

When he got up to go to the bathroom my Mistress stood up and removed her dress. She dropped it on the floor and came over to me. Taking off one shoe she held it over my nose and mouth telling me to breath deeply 'Cos its as close as you'll ever get to touching me now slave!'
The other shoe followed then she slipped one onto each of my tied hands before jumping back into bed.
When Michael returned they cuddled up and spoke in whispers. Occassionally they laughed and kissed. He idly stroked her breasts as she ran her immaculate nails lightly up and down his thigh causing his cock to erect and twitch away once more. My own cock was just as eager if not more so but lacked the prospect of being well taken care of that his enjoyed.
Soon the kisses became deeper and more lustful. Her hand moved to his cock and I watched her delicate fingers encircle it. My own fingers explored the insides of my Mistress's shoes as I watched.
It was different this time. Unhurried, considered, this was a man and woman making love. I could write their earlier session off as just sex but not this time. They were exploring each other's bodies, coaxing wimpers and moans from each other. He slipped his hand between her legs and brought it away covered in their combined juices. She took his hand to her mouth and looking him straight in the eyes, licked and sucked his fingers clean. That was enough for him as he pushed her down and slid once more inside her welcoming velvet embrace. Slowly their rhyth built. Their mouths parted only to allow them to exchange words of love, promises of fidelity, threats of consequences if either one even considered leaving the other.
She swore she would love him forever. He swore he would ******* any man who tried to stand between them. She told him she had never experienced anything like his lovemaking. He told her she was the best fuck in the world.
She begged him to make love to her all day every day. He promised that every drop of spunk his body could produce would be squirted inside her.
As their rhythm increased I marvelled at his control. I was on the very edge of cumming and I was only watcing! I tried to look away, tried to think of something unsexy, but it was impossible. The room was filled with the sight, sounds and smells of two people madly in love and in lust.
She took his face in her hands and told him about her pill. She explained how I had begged her to chemically castrate me. She laughed as she told him I could not stand the frustration and had pleaded with her to help. Then she told him that she had given her birth control pill to me. She said that she would continue to do it for one week. It was unlikely that she would get pregnant as there would still be traces of the pill in her redstreem, but it was possible. She said she wanted to encourage him to make love to her as much as possible, to impregnate her, to put his young in her belly.
He asked her if she was sure. A tear rolled down her face as she said 'Yes, very sure'.
He licked up her tear and savoured it like a fine wine before hugging her more tightly to him and beginning to pound her in earnest. She wrapped her legs around his waste and hugged him to her repeating over and over, 'Do it my darling, put your baby in me, put your baby in me!'
'Ah, Ah, Ah Ah, Ohhhhhhhhhh, please, please pleeeeeease!'
I watched her come, thrusting her hips up to meet his, her eyes wide in aparant wonder that she could contain such excuisite pleasure. I watched his hands hold her head, his fingers tangled in her hair, his hips pounding, spasming as he shot his virile seed deep into her bowels.
When they finally stopped I let out a long breath. I hadn't realised I was holding it in. Then I realised something else. I'd cum! I could fell the extra warmth, the additional wetness. I'd been vagely aware of a growing pressure in my cock but in the heat of their passion I'd forgotten to control myself. It had been a poor unstimulated orgasm but an orgasm just the same. If she found out I was dead meat!

Blue, Thanks for all of the orgasms you have caused me!! I swear they are approaching 100 at least!!!!! LOL I check everyday for the next delicious installment!! Keep up the good work!

Can't wait for the next installment of this legendary saga.

Come on Blue, we can't wait any longer !

looking forward to the next part of your story blue. or have you run out of inspiration for your next chapter? i'm sure people could offer ideas if your struggling to think of something.

Don't worry guys, I've just been away for a while. Catch up later.

please blue...i am dying to read more of this masterpiece.

Looking guitily over at my wife I was relieved to see she had not noticed. She was far too engrosed in her new young husband to worry about me. They lay for a long time slowly recovering from their bout of hot lovemaking. Eventually I could tell from the soft, even rhythm of their breathing that they were arelax. I was very tiered myself but there was no way I could relax. I kept re-running my Mistress's threats through my mind. What she would do if I allowed myself to cum. She would find out I was sure. She would see the evedence when I undressed. The sperm would be there under my silicone body suit. Even if she missed that she would see it in my eyes. Shit what was I going to do?
I was relieved when M. Julie came in and collected me, having me follow her to the spare bedroom. I knew from the smell as she opened the door that she had put rubber sheets on the bed. The cruel bitch knew very well how much that smell turned me on. I was told to undress in front of her. I tried to turn away to hide the wetness at my groin but she insisted I face her. I just hoped that my sperm would be lost in the sweat that had soaked me head to toe. 'What's this slave?' she cried. 'If I'm not mistaken you've been a very naughty girl!' She ran a finger through the thick stickyness at my groin before powering it into my mouth.
'Please maam, ' I pleaded. 'I didn't mean to ! I'm sorry ! Please don't tell her, please!'
'We'll have to see about that slave. Go and take a shower, you're disgusting. Then get back here. In fact, take this with you.' She handed me a metal cock cage. It was even smaller than my usual one. Surely I would never fit? 'You'd better make it a cold shower cuckolds brownie head. Even your tiny thing is going to be a sqeeze in this one.' She laughed. 'And be quick. If you keep me waiting too long I might get bored and decide to go and tell your Mistress what you've done.'
I showered and had the tiny tube in place in record time. Fear worked as well as the cold water to shrink my cock to a state where I could just manage to squeeze it into the tube before setting the interior spike through my piercing and clicking the integrated lock shut.
I spent the rest of the night worshipping M. Julie's body. I licked every inch of her, slurrped her soaking pussy to three orgasms and delved my aching tongue into her ass over and over. She had me plead with her not to tell. I had to promise to obey her in everything forever. I had to amuse her by telling her how much I loved and worshipped my Mistress and how it hurt me when she made love to Michael. Finally, as it was getting light outside, she fell arelax with most of her dainty right foot in my mouth.

Blue, I for one am very happy that You are back and titillating us once again with Your incredibly lucky lifestyle! Thanks!

All I could think of was - does she know? Did my Mistress wife tell him to do this to me? Surely not. She knows I have no homosexual desires at all. But then maybe that would be reamister enough. She had shown me over and over again just how cruel she could be. Wasn't this just another step in her total mastery of me?
His hairy legs rubbed up against the back of my stockinged thighs as he began to slowly thrust against me. His pubic hair felt like wire wool against my recently thrashed buttocks. His weight pressed me down onto the desk till I could barely manage to suck air into my lungs. Then I realised - despite all that - it felt good. His cock pushed up against my prostate causing intensely pleasurable ripples of sensation to crawl along my imprimistered cock. My overfilled ball ached as they cried out for release. If my hands had been free I would surely have reached down to yank at the cold unfeeling fattness of my chastity shield. Instead all I could do was cry out as the frustration and shame overwhelmed me.
'Ah, so you like it do you?' He teased. 'Lets see you moving that ass then shall we. Lets see if your as good a fuck as your wife. Or rather your Mistress. Come on slut, shake it!'
Tears of shame flowed down my cheeks as I found myself doing just that. His weight and my tied hands and ankles prevented anything but the tinyest of movements but I was desperate for more sensation. I needed him deeper! I needed him touching the sides. Fuck I needed him to spear me, tear my ass, anything I didn't care, I needed to cum!
His thrusting speeded up suddenly then the remaining air was powerd from my lungs as he used all his weight to power me into the desk. With a loud below of triumph and release he filled my pulsing ass with his seed. It scolded me as it hosed my insides and I groaned too in frustation. I needed longer. I needed more. Don't stop, please don't stop!
As he peeled his sweating torso off my back I felt a stab of pain then a desperately empty sensation in my ass. He wiped his cock on my shivering cheeks before stumbling away to get himself a glass of whiskey from the cabinet.
He returned to stand behind me, one hand holding his glass, the other carressing my red and swollen ass cheeks. I felt his cum leaking out and running down my legs as he told me that this would be our little secret. He wouldn't tell my wife if I didn't. So she didn't know! Somehow I felt better about that. Then again, I had enjoyed it hadn't I?
Mr Hudmister made me thank him for his time before releasing me. Then I had to kneel and kiss his shoes while he told me he had enjoyed taking my virgin ass. 'Not as good as your Mistress but you'll have to do now that she's married I suppose. Now go home and be a good slave, or you'll answer to me.'
'Yes sir, thank you sir,' I sputtered as I hurried to pull on my knickers and smooth down my dress. I curtsied and turned to leave, his deep throated laughter following me as I stumred bandy legged along the hallway and out the door.

As I entered my own house through the back door my mind was buzzing with the knowledge of how low I'd sunk. My Mistress wife had me so desperate that I was not only prepared but eager to take it in the ass from a fat old man! No way was I going to let her find out. What would she think of me?
If I could just get to the shower and get cleaned up before anyone saw me. I crept through the kitchen, the slippery feel of spunk between my cheeks and the front of my knickers soaked with the pre cum that was still leaking from my caged cock. As I passed the lounge door I jumped as my Mistress called me. She was waiting in there for me! Shit!
'Please maam,' I stammered, may I shower first? I'm all dirty from doing Mr Hudmister's housework.'
'No you may not slave, now come here at once'. Quickly I curtsied and walked over to kneel at her feet as she sat cross legged in an arm chair.
'Your master and mistress Julie have gone out, without breakfast, I might add. I dare say they will be speaking to you about that later'.
'But I had to go, I mean Mr Hudmister, he told me...'
'Shut up! How dare you speak without permission?'
'I'm sorry maam'. As I hung my head I was suddenly overcome with the trauma of my experience. I began to cry. When my gorgeous Mistress slapped my face and told me to stop bubbling like a baby I just got worse. Eventually she asked me what was wrong. I told her. I told her everything despite my intention not to. I'd never hidden anything from her in all our years together. To do so now would be so wrong. It was probably all I had left of our relationship. So I told her. Everything except how turned on I had gotten by it.
Grabbing a handfull of my hair she asked me if I thought I was better than her. 'Of course not!' I protested.
'Then if Mr Hudmister's cock is good enough for me it is surely more than good enough for you, isn't it?'
'Yes maam, of course but....' She was missing the point!
'Now listen to me boy,' she demanded. 'There is nothing I can't do to you. Similarly there is nothing my friends can't do to you. Do you understand? Julie and Mr Hudmister have been so marvelous for us both. If you have to do something in return then you should regard that as a priveledge and an honour. Do I make myself clear? Now go and get cleaned up then report back here to me, naked. And don't you ever dare critisize or complain about any of my friends ever again. You are a slave. You are nothing to me or to them but a convenience, an amusement. You have no rights. The sooner you accept that the easier your life is going to be. Now go!'

I showered as quickly as possible focussing on getting rid of the cum that was still pouring from my sore ass. After drying off made my way downstairs, naked except for my cock tube and its stainless steel cover plate.
My Mistress wife was waiting for me seated in the lounge. She was wearing her purple silk robe and I stood transfixed for a moment by her beauty. As she crossed her legs the sound of her white stockinged legs rubbing together had my desperate cock straining futilely against its cruel confinement. Dropping to my knees I crawled to her and knelt staring in awe at her sexy purple mules. They had a fluffy purple feather on the strap that crossed the top of each foot and her tiny nylon encased toes poked out from underneath it, beconing to me, teasing me, calling for my devotion.
She was so beautiful, so perfect, so goddess-like. And I, I was such a low life. Less than a man, certainly not worthy to consider myself her husband. A few minutes ago I had been bent over a desk and but fucked by our neighbour. Her perfection just made me feel all the more disgusted with myself. How could she even bear to look at me?
'Did you enjoy the wedding slave?' She asked.
'Yes Maam, you looked incredible in your wedding dress'.
'Thank you slave. You looked very interesting in yours too'. She smiled.
'What about seeing Michael make love to me, how was that?'
'It was incredible Maam. You were so beautiful.' I answered truthfully.
'Yes, I must admit, I quite enjoyed having you there myself. I wanted you to see how we are together now. Michael and I. Your face was a picture. I could see all the emotions there. Jealousy, lust, love, frustration. Make no mistake, Michael gives me the most incredible orgasms anyway, but seeing you like that, It was so intense, I can't begin to explain it to you!'
'I'm glad I could play some role in your pleasure Maam'. I meant it too!
'Yes, but what about your pleasure slave? I hope you obeyed me and refrained from any disgusting little slavey orgasms. Well?'
Shit, I thought we'd got past this. I thought I'd gotten away with it. Had M. Julie said something to her? She was looking at me like she could see it written on my forehead. Before I could stop myself I was saying, 'Please Maam, I didn't mean to, I couldn't help it, you were so beautiful and I love you so much, I.....' Shit what had I done ?!

Taking my chin in her delicate hand she raised my face so that I was looking her in the eye. 'You know what I warned you would happen slave.'
'Please Maam, I'm sorry I just....'
'Quiet! You can think yourself very lucky that I'm in a good mood. If you had lied to me you would be in a whole word of pain right now slave. And then we'd be over, you and I. However, since you told the truth I'm going to be lenient with you. I'm going to stretch your punishment out for a very long time. I'm going to *** you for the rest of your misersble life in fact. Do you understand?'
'Yes Maam, thank you Maam'.
'Don't ever lie to me slave. Not ever. When I ask you a question you tell me the truth. You tell me everything. That way I can use the information to ***, humiliate and frustrate you all the more, can't I?'
'Yes Maam'.
'Good boy,' She soothed, stroking my face and wiping a tear from my cheek.
'Now then, Michael is out for the day so..... how would you like a little reminder of what you've given up?'
What was she talking about?
'You know I've taken away your husbandhood don't you. Not to mention your manhood. Some might even say your humanhood. Or should that be humanity? Anyway, you know what I mean. You have nothing now. No rights, no priveledges, nothing except the scraps I see fit to throw you from my table. Isn't that right slave?'
'Yes Maam, of course, but I don't care, I just want to love you, to serve you in any way you see fit'.
'I know that silly, but what if you forget? Can you even remember now what your life used to be like? Do you recall what it meant to be a man, to be my husband?'
It sounded like a trick question. Did she want me to remember?
'The thing is slave, if you forget all that then it won't hurt anymore. I'm afraid you'll just become so absorbed in your role as my slave that you won't be jealous any more. You won't ache for me, you won't desire me as a man. If that were to happen then I wouldn't want to do this any more. What would be the point?'
Where the hell was she going with this?
'How would you like to go to bed with me?'
WHAT !?
'Come on,' she took my hand and stood up. In a complete daze I stood too and she led me from the room and up the stairs. 'I want to show you what you are missing,' she laughed, as she noted my shocked expression.

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Once inside the, what I'd now come to think of as my Mistess's bedroom, she left go of my hand and searched her handbag. 'Ah, here we are,' she smiled as she held up the key to my chastity belt.
I looked nervously around the room expecting to see Michael, her lover, now husband. As my wife unlocked and removed the metal shield over my tube I just kept thinking, 'What's the catch? There has to be a catch!'
Her closeness and the smell of her perfume had me itching to take her in my arms but I was too afraid. If this was real and I made a wrong move that ruined it I would be devastated. So instread I just stood there, cock twitching inside its metal tube, thinking over and over to myself, 'Don't get too excited. Don't get your hopes up. This is a trick, another one of my Mistress Wife's cruel jokes, it has to be!'
She had trouble removing the tube from my desperately inflated cock and couldn't help giggling as she eventually freed it and it sprang to attention. It was so sensitive I swear I could feel currents of air drifting over it as she turned away from me and walked to her side of the bed. I gulped in awe as she loosened her silk robe and let it slip off her delicate shoulders and drop to the floor. The bedcovers were still messed from her wedding night of passion with her new 'husband' Michael.
Laying down on her back she crooked her finger to becon me over. In a trance I went to what used to be my side of her bed and climbed into bed beside her. Lying on my side facing her I was concious of the smell of Michael's aftershave on my pillow. Turning to face me, her hand carressed my face as she whispered, 'Poor baby. You've been through so much lately. I wonder if you had known all the things that would happen, would you still have been so keen for us to play this game?'
'Yes,' I answered. 'I've hated and loved it in equal measure I think. But seeing you with other men, watching you make love, enduring your scorne, I love you even more. You are like a goddess to me, beautiful beyond measure but forever out of my reach'.
'Not right now I'm not baby,' she smiled, brushing my lips with hers.'Right now I'm well within your reach. Come and see what you've been missing, what I'm going to be denying you for a very very long time, come.'
As I shuffled over to take her in my arms I felt the electric touch of her nylon enshrouded legs on mine. The fluffy feathers of one of her sexy little mules brushed the bottom of my foot as I raised my leg to take up position above her. The silken touch of her short little nightdress carressed my chest as I reached down between us to grasp my cock and guid it to her long forbidden entrance.
Fuck! I couldn't believe it. It must be nerves, the shock of it all happening so unexpectedly. I was soft. Completely limp! No, please, don't do this to me!
'What's wrong baby,' she smiled up at me. 'It's ok, go ahead, show me what a hard little cock you have, give it to me'.
That was just making me worse. How was I supposed to compete with what she was used to now? For fuck's sake, I couldn't even get a hard on!
I tried desperately to relax, take my mind off the problem, let it happen naturally. I kissed my wife hard on the lips for the first time. I should be enjoying this. When would I get this chance again? What would she think of me?
My panic must have been obvious to her as, smiling sweetly she reached down to replace my hand with hers. 'Let me see if I can work my old magic shall I?'
The feel of her soft little fingers was exqisite and suddenly I was coming! As soon as she realised, she removed her hand and, in my desperation I ground my semi-limp dick into her silk covered stomache. I groaned, more in shame than in release as the involuntary thrusts of my hips drew to a close and I lay there on top of my completely unsatisfied wife.
Fearing her anger I quickly slipped off her and rolled away, apologising, unable to look her in the face.

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Great story Blue! Here's hoping the "experience of a lifetime" is not what I think it might be..

My Wife/Mistress says I must finish my 'memoires' , as she calls them, before I get my reward. Also, she said she might even write on here herself and tell you all about it. I can't wait!

I lay there panting and cringing fully expecting her to go to town on me. I deserved it, I was a complete idiot! I could have had her for fuck's sake!
To my surprise she said nothing for a while then turned her pretty face to me, 'It's ok sweetheart, you could hardly expect anything else really. After all this time and everything I've put you through'.
What? She wasn't angry? She actually felt sorry for me! Moving closer she kissed my forhead. Tears welled from my eyes. I felt so ashamed. She was my wife and I couldn't even manage to make love to her. Worse still she felt sorry for me. I would have preffered her anger to her pity. She wiped a tear from my cheek as she went on, 'Don't cry baby, I'm not mad, really. I knew this would happen, or at least I suspected it would. I wanted you to see, to understand how much things have changed and why we can never go back to how we were. You understand that don't you?'
How could I argue?
'We have a new life now. We play different roles. I'm not your wife anymore and your not my husband. It was meant to be this way. I'm happier now than I've ever been in my life, thanks to you. You'll be happy too if you just accept things as they really are. My sex life is beyond my wildest dreams and that's down to you. Not just because you let me take a lover but because of how you make me feel when I think of you, cleaning the floor while I make love, washing the windows while I go shopping for sexy underware with Michael, cleaning the bathroom while I cuddle up to my young stud on the couch with a glass of wine. Even more erotic, seeing the look on your face when I walk past you in my underware, watching you sob and appologise to Michael as he belts your ass, placing my foot on the back of your head as you eat from your doggy bowl on the kitchen floor, the scraps Michael and I have left from our meal, scrapps I've spit and pissed on. All that and more is why I need you now more than ever. I'll never let you go, never'.
'I don't want to go Maam,' I snivelled. 'I love you so much. I'm sorry I can't compete with Michael'.
'Not just Michael, slave, any man. You'll never compete with any man. That's gone now. Accept it and you'll be fine. Better than fine, you'll be happy. You're not my husband. You're not a man, are you?'
'No maam, I'm sorry'.
'Don't be sorry. Be proud. Be the best slave you can be, Be my slave'.
'Yes Maam, I will, I promise'.
'Good boy. Just relax, accept your role in my life. Without your manhood you would be nothing if I didn't take you as my slave. Your life as a husband and even as a man, is over. When you accept that fully then your life as my slave can begin. Can you do that for me sweetheart? Do you love me that much?'
'Yes Maam, of course I do'.
'Ok that's my good little slave. Now use your mouth to clean this mess off my nighty, quickly before Michael comes back and sees it'.
As I licked up my own slime from her silk nighty she ruffled my hair as if I was a favourite dog. 'Good boy. You will get there I know you will, and, to help you I've decided to lock that useless little tail of your away for good'.
What?!
'I've just shown you why it will never be of any use in pleasuring a woman haven't I? And I don't want you wasting time, energy and concentration on worrying over when you'll be allowed to play with it for your own pleasure. That would never do would it? You are my slave. Your only sourse of pleasure should be from serving me. I want your full attention on me and my needs. That's the only way I will accept you as my slave. Any other half measures would not give me the intensity of pleasure I demand from you. Do you understand?'
'Yes Maam,' I answered, not sure if I did at all.
'Good. Then go down stairs and get the brown paper bag from the top of the fridge. We'll get this sorted once and for all then we can both get on with our new lives'.

Grabbing the paper bag I ran back upstairs. My Mistress had pulled the duvet over herself and lay there looking gorgeous, her long dark hair poured over the white cotton pillow. I handed her the bag and she told me to fit my chastity tube back on. As soon as I tried my pathetic cock betrayed me by growing too large for the tiny tube. I couldn't help it, she looked so gorgeous, so innocent. She laughed and sent me for a cold shower, giving me exactly five minutes to be back kneeling at her side, cock tube in place.
I only just made it in time. 'Now slave take this and knead the tube between your fingers'. It was a tube of strong epoxy resin. The tube was in two parts hence her insrtuctions to press it between my fingers, breaking the seal and mixing the contents.
'Thats it, make sure it's well mixed. The man in the store said it will harden in a couple of minutes when exposed to air, so listen carefully. I have my vibrator under here. I'm going to use it to give myself what you couldn't. While I do that you are going to lift the duvet and worship my sexy feet. You may start now'.
Lifting the duvet I saw her gorgeous tiny feet still encased in white nylon. Her cute little slippers were still on. She knew how much those things blew me away.I hated and loved her for that.
'You may kiss the bottom of my slippers only slave. We can't have you taking liberties. I'm going to lie here playing with my plastic friend watching you show your devotion until I cum. When I do I want you to help me have a really huge orgasm, the best you,ve ever given me. The only kind you can give me now. I want you to do that by squiting that glue into the lock of your chastity cage.Can you do that slave?'
'Please Maam.....'
'No please, no questions, no thoughts or regrets slave. It's simple. Do you love me?'
'Of course Maam'.
'Then show me. Show me you don't need or want anything but the priveledge of serving me, of existing solely for my pleasure. Show me'.
As she spoke I heard the sound of her toy buzzing as it enjoyed a contact with her gorgeous body that I would forever be denied if I squeezed that tube.
'Oh yes, yes slave, I can see all the thoughts all the emotions crossing your face. You do love me don't you. You do. Kiss my slippers slave. Beg me. Beg me for my permission to lock away that worthless excuse for a cock. Beg me to take away your manhood forever'.
So I did. Kissing and licking the soles of her sexy slippers I pushed the end of the nozzle into the keyhole of my cock tube and waited, listening to her moans as she pleasured herself, feeding her lust with my devotion, my offense, my frustration. This was what she needed from me. I would not denie her. I could not, not ever.
'Oh fucccccck I'm cummingggggg, squeeze it you fucking pussy, squeeze iiiiittttttt! Ahg, ahg, aaaaaaaaaagh!'

Beautiful!