Merry Christmas Darling

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I was concentrating on my ironing, trying to get the ceases in my wife's clothes just how she likes them, when John, her lover, strode into the room. After watching me for a while with an amused grin on his face he spoke,'Would you like to take those boots off now slave?'
I had been wearing the stilletoe boots for two days now. They were a couple of sizes too small and my feet felt like they were being slowly crushed in a vice. I would have done just about anything to be able to remove them but that still did not make it easy for me to have to belittle myself to this beast. I loathed him intensely, not least for the way he had stolen my wife's affections from me. It had always been my fantasy for her to give herself completely to another man and I had accepted that a certain amount of jealousy on my part would be inevitable. What I had not anticipated was that my wife would deliberately choose someone who disgusted me. Someone I hated with a passion. Neither had I banked on her giving that man such control over me.
'Yes please sir.' I mumred reluctantly.
'Oh I think you can do better than that boy.' He smiled as he pointed at the floor in front of him.
My face burned with embarrassment as I dropped onto all fours and crawled like a dog to kneel at the feet of a man half my age who adressed me as boy!
'Well? I'm waiting.'
'Please sir, please may I take off these boots?'
'That's better. Ok I'll think about it. But first I want you to do something for me.'
I cringed inwardly as I imagined what that might be!
'I want you to speak to your wife.' Then he went on to explain what he wanted me to say.
It was not my proudest moment. Kneeling in front of my darling wife, bright red with embarrassment and seething with loathing for her lover who stood watching from the doorway as I spoke,' Please maam. I just wanted to apologise to you for being unable to satisfy you in bed and for being a useless pathetic excuse for a man.' I went on,'I am really pleased that you have found a real man to make you happy.' I think my wife was trying not to laugh, though I kept my eyes on her shoes, not having the courage to look her in the face as I continued my carefully rehearsed speech.
'Master John is very handsome and I really admire him. The two of you make a lovely couple. I don't blame you at all for falling in love with such a stud and I hope that the two of you stay together for ever.'
'Alright that's enough slave boy, you can go now.' said John as he walked past me and gathered my wife into his arms. 'Here,' he said, throwing the key to the padlock on my torturous boots on the floor. I scramred to pick it up and leave quickly before he changed his mind and, closing the door behind, me I hobred down the corridoor, the muffled sound of their laughter mocking me as my vision blurred with tears of shame.
Removing those boots was such a blessed relief it was almost worth the offense ! Unfortunately it was short lived as that evening I was presented by my wife with a new uniform. This one was even worse than the black maid's outfit. A bright baby pink rubber dress with matching stockings, frills and bows and, worst of all, a pair of pink booties, far too small with incredibly high heels.
'I was keeping this until I was sure where we were going. It's yours now my pet. Wear it with pride and know that you are my sissy little slave.' This was her speech as she presented the outfit to me and encouraged me to quickly put it on. Her smile as I took the items, curtsied and turned to go to the spare room to change, said she knew, as I did, that I was now truly broken to her will.
The rest of that evening I spent tottering on those ludicrous heels, serving my wife and her lover with takes and snacks as they cuddled up on the couch watching a movie like any regular loving husband and wife. When not busy I had to face the wall with hands on head, listening to them kiss and whisper, occassionally breaking out in giggles. It was not difficult to imagine what the object of their amusement might be.
When, eventually, my wife and mistress fell arelax, John lifted her in his arms to carry her to bed. As he walked past me he said,' Clear up then go to bed slave. You can relax in the garage tonight, I don't want you in the house.'
'Yes sir,' I replied as my wife giggled relaxily.
'Oh and I guess I'll have to stop calling you slave boy now won't I? Nothing that dresses like you could ever be considered a boy could it?'
'No sir,' I answered, hanging my head in shame.

The next morning I was allowed back into the house to make breakfast for my wife and her lover. Afterwards, as I cleared the kitchen table she told me that I could have the scraps they had left but I must eat them from a bowl on the floor with my hands behind my back. I was too hungry to argue and so tucked right in as my wife sat watching me.
Having completed the washing up I heard my wife calling me into the lounge. As I knelt in front of her I believed my prayers were to be answered. She was giving me another chance to cum !
'If I ask John for the key to your chastity belt then I think you should do something for me too honey, ok?'
Of course it was ok, anything, I didn't care !
After shouting for her lover she told me to undress leaving on just my stockings and pink booties. Even the entry of her lover whom I loathed intensely did nothing to calm my growing excitement. In fact I was beginning to think that if she did not get that cage off me soon I was going to burst it open!
I was puzzled though when my wife asked her lover to strip too. ' If John is going to go to the trouble of loaning you the key for your cage then I think its only fair that there should be something in it for him too. Don't you slave?' she asked as she cocked her sweet face to one side in that cute little way she has.
'Yes maam,' I answered. I didn't really care what he got, I just needed to cum so bad ! I watched as he handed her the key and she unlocked my cage. My cock was so tight inside it took some fiddling to get the cage off, then, sensing freedom, it sprang up harder and larger than it had ever been in my life.
'Ok honey,' she said to John. 'Stand beside slavey so I can compare.' This was unbelievably embarrassing! He was about the same build as me though a few inches taller. I knew he was larger in the cock department but knowing it and having it paraded in front of you are two different things. As my wife pointed and giggled I felt the stiffness begin slowly to leave my cock. It was as if the red were flowing out of my cock and into his as I looked down and watched him inflating impressively.
'Now slave I am going to let you play with your little thing for my amusement. But I want you to play with John's at the same time.'
'Oh no !' I thought. Not that. I can't. I had never touched another man there and never wanted to.
'Are you going to dissobey me slave? Think very carefully before you do.' she said coldly.
'Please maam,' I begged.
'No ! You do as I say now or get out of my house! I fucking mean it you little cuckolds brownie. Now I said !'
I had no choice. She was serious. Tentitively I reached out and took his impressively hard penis in my right hand.'Don't forget yours baby.' she cooed as I took my own now shrivelled manhood in my left hand. Conscious of the fact that my whole hand barely covered half the length of John's cock whilst two fingers were more than enough to cover my own deflated weapon, I began to stroke us both.
'Faster you little slut. Let's see who can cum first.' As I speeded up he groaned and I looked up at my wife to see her pushing her own hand inside her knickers.
Even after months of abstinence the embarrassment was just too much. I could not bring life to my completely shrivelled organ. If anything it was getting smaller. Unable to compete with John's superior endowment it gave up and ran leaving me utterly devastated.
'Oh yes,' my wife moaned.' That's the difference. We can all see it. John my darling I love your cock. Cum for me baby. Cum on my stockings.' she said moving to place her nylon covered left leg in front of her lover.
'You,' she said, looking at me,' You are pathetic. Look at that useless thing. You beg me to let it out then you can't even get it hard. You fucking disgust me. You are not half the man John is. Look at him. Look at that magnificent cock. Handle it carefully. Show it how much you admire it. Oh fuck. I'm gonna come. I never thought I would see you like this. My loving husband jerking off my lover. Oh fuck yesssssss !'
As I watched her girate in the throws of passion I felt Johns cock grow even larger in my hand as he began to thrust his hips. The spunk shot out of him and landed in thick white pools on my wife's immaculate black stockings. He just kept shooting and shooting and I imagined what my wife must feel when he shot that amount so powerfully inside her.
'Oh cuckolds brownie that was amazing !' my wife gasped.' Slave get that cage back on and stop embarrassing yourself.' The cage went straight on without difficulty as my shrivelled cock offered no resistance.
'Now come and clean up your masters mess.'
As I knelt to lick his still warm gooey spunk from her leg I could see them embrace and kiss in my periferal vision. Then guess what ? My treacherous cock began to harden and struggle against the tight confines of the cage !

keep going, please.

Finishing my cleaning duties I looked up to see my wife kissing her lover as he sat beside her on the couch. I couldn't help myself. All the frustration, the embarrassment, the offense, the jealousy. It all just came flooding out as I began to sob uncontrollably.
'Oh baby!' my wife said softly, as she took her hand from John's cock and began to carress my head. 'It's ok. You have a good cry. It's all part of the process. There'll be a lot of that to come.' I laid my head in her lap, my tears wetting her stocking tops as she comforted me. ' That's my good little slave. You cry for your mistress. Cry for all you've lost. All the things you'll never have now. Thats it, let it all out. You'll understand soon baby. You can make it much easier on yourself if you just give in. Forget who you used to be. Forget what we had together. It doesn't exist anymore. This is your life now. We can enjoy it together but you have to give yourself to me. Totally. Completely. It will be easier for you in the long run.'
Then grasping a handfull of my hair she pulled my head up from her lap. Looking at her through vision blurred with tears I loved her. I worshiped that woman ! She wanted me broken to her will. Well so be it. I was hers now and always.
'Now, there is the small matter of your dissobedience. I will not tolerate hesitation when I tell you to do something slave. Do you understand ?' I was beginning to understand a lot of things.
'Go to the spare room and prepare yourself for punishment.'
I rose on unsteady legs and picking up my uniform, made to leave.
'You can leave off the uniform slave. Now go, quickly !'
I waited kneeling in the corner of the room facing the wall for what seemed a long time before I heard them entering behind me. I was insructed to get up and stand at the bottom of the bed. I was shivering with fear as John secured my ankles to the bed legs and my hands behind my back. The rope from the ceiling that last time had stretched my arms up above me was this time secured to my wrists behind me. As John pulled down on the other end of the rope my arms were pulled up toward the ceiling and I had to bend forward over the bed. He kept pulling till I thought my shoulders would be dislocated before tieing off the rope. I was very consious of how exposed my behind was and what a helpless and ridiculous figure I must appear.
My thoughts were interupted as I heard the swish of a cane behind me. ' This is for your own good slave. I will not tolerate the smallest hint of dissobedience from you. The sooner you understand that the better for your ass.'
The swish again then fire, burning uncontrollable fire. The bite of the thin and flexible cane on my ass was unbearable. It was only two days since I had been beaten with John's leather belt. My behind had not had time to recover from that. Now it was having to take more! As the second stroke landed at the top of my thighs I tried desperately to scream but could not find the air to do it. I was being cut in two!
'It's alright slave the neighbours are away for a few days. You can scream all you like.' my wife laughed. As the third stroke landed I did and I went on screaming till I thought my vocal chords must surely tear. Even when the beating stopped I went right on screaming till, eventually I heard my wife speaking, demanding my attention. Fearing further punishment I powerd myself to silence and tried to focus on her words.
Apart from stockings and cute little platform sandles she was naked on the bed in front of me. John was beside her fondling her breasts and kissing her neck.
'I want you to see this slave. Do you remember all the times you tried to persuade me to give you my ass? Anal sex, thats what you called it. And I always told you how disgusting I thought it was. How only a complete slut would do such a filthy thing. Do you remember? Well I've got a real treat for you. I'm going to let you watch John take my virgin ass. I want you to see me give him what I would never give to you.'
It was true. I had often fantasised about plunging into the depths of her gorgeous, tight little ass. Now I was going to see someone else do it. To her. To my darling wife. This was too much. How did I get into this? Why did I persuade her to start this cursed game?
I watched close up with a grandstand view as John lubricated her ass then used his fingers to open her gently as she knelt on the bed. Eventually she told him she was ready and he knelt behind her, his greased pole in hand, poised at her virgin entrance. 'Are you watching loverboy?' he teased.
'Oh take me baby. Take my ass.' my wife moaned.
'Ask nicely bitch.' he replied.
'Oh stop teasing. Get that thing inside me. Take me. Take my ass lover.'
And so he did. Slowly at first then with increasing power as her ass muscles began to relax, the look of pain on her beautifull face turning to one of lust.
'Oh fuck yes. Do me. Do my ass. Right in front of my husband.' she gasped in time with his lunges.
'You'll never have this. You'll never know what my John is feeling right now.' she said, looking right into my eyes before she squeezed them tight shut and gasping like a landed fish she came.
'Look at your wife now loverboy. Remember how she looks with my cock skewering her ass. Watch me fucking fill it.Oh oh oh fuckkkkkkk.'
That night, having served my wife and her lover takes, I sat in the lounge positioned in front of the tv tied tightly to a wooden chair from the dining room. I was naked except for the stockings my wife had been wearing all day. They were laddered and stiff with dried cum from her anal adventures earlier in the day.She had given them to me as a momento to remind me of how she lost her anal cherry. My cock was desperately but futilely pressed up against the confines of its cage as I divided my attention between the porn video playing on the tv and the activities of my wife and her lover who were both naked and engaged in deep and heavy petting on the sofa.
Eventually she whispered to him and they stood to position themselves in front of me. My wife faced me and bent forward resting her hands on the arms of my chair. Her lover stood behing her and I watched the dance of emotions across her face as he once more drove his manhood into her ass.
'You have no idea how this feels. Letting a man fuck your pussy is no big deal these days. But when a woman gives her ass to a man she belongs to him. For ever. Do you understand slave?'
I nodded my head in surrender as she continued. ' I love this feeling so much. I never want it to end. I want John's cock inside me. In my mouth. In my pussy. And oh yea ! In my ass. '
'You never made me feel like he does. He is ten times the man you are. A hundred times.'
If I had any ego left it was leaving right now.
'You fucking looser. You could have had this. You could have had my ass but you weren't man enough to take it were you? Were you?'
'No maam,' I mumred.
'You make me sick. All the years I wasted on you when I could have been getting my ass screwed by men like John. You know I need him don't you? You know I love him.'
I was nodding as the tears flowed down my cheeks once more. Shit I was doing a lot of crying lately. But then she had warned me I would be hadn't she? What did she say? I should give myself to her, surrender to her will completely. Alright, I would.
'Tell John I love him you fucking spineles wimp.'
'Please sir, my wife loves you.'
'Ask him to fuck my ass hard. Ask him never to stop fucking me. Tell him I belong to him. Tell him you fucking looser!'
So I did and the room echoed to the sounds of my painful words, John's grunts of conquest and my wifes screams as she came once more, impaled on her lover's cock.
Afterwards he left the room telling my wife not to be long. She wiped her leaking ass on a pair of her dirty knickers and shoved them into my mouth, securing them in place with duct tape. Still crying and breathing hard through my nose I watched her fiddle with the tv remote.
'There you go. I've set the dvd to repeat play. I know you probably won't be able to relax so you might as well spend the night watching what you can't have. What you'll never have again.'
Carressing my damp cheek she kissed me chastely on my forehead. ' Goodnight sweetheart. You did well today. I'm really pleased with you. Just remember to keep giving in. Keep surendering yourself to me. The more you give the more I will take. And the more I take from you the happier I will be. You want me to be happy don't you babe? You want your sweet little sexy wife to be happy?'
'Yes maam,' I mumred. And I did. I loved her so much, so completely. I knew then what she had known for some time. The more she hurt me, the more she used and humiliated me - the more I would love her.

Magnificent!!! Fine history!!! Has read through on one breath. I am shaken!!! The strong, courageous author. The DELIGHTFUL WOMAN!!! Thanks.
I apologize for my English.

Thanks for the encouragement Nadoel. It has been real good therapy for me getting this down in black and white. There is more to come but only if there are enough of you interested. I would not want to bore anyone. Please post your comments and I will continue. Thanks.

Please continue, emotion is what makes the story HOT! Great job!

Great story, would love it to be me.

Understandably I did not get much relax that night and when my wife's lover released me next morning I was stiff and sore. He left after I made him his breakfast - standing at the cooker naked except for a pair of my wife's dirty stockings did little for my ego - and I quickly showered and dressed in my new baby pink maid's outfit. I made myself busy with housework hoping to please my wife. Perhaps she would take pity on me while her lover was out and let me have the orgasm I so desperately needed.
I took her a cup of tea at ten o'clock and she told me to run her bath. I was thrilled when she ordered me to bathe her. I gently soaped and rinsed every inch of her gorgeous body while she told me how much she was enjoying our situation. She was full of praise for John her lover and took every oportunity to compare me with him - not favourably I can tell you. She found him far superior in physique, in stamina, and in technique.I was hurt by her comments but could not help being excited by them too. How pathetic does a man have to be to be excited by his own wife's infatuation with another man?
After drying my wife and helping her dress in a gorgeous black leather dress, stockings and black knee length leather boots with vicious looking heels I was just about ready to pass out. I ached for her. I longed for her. I could stand it no longer.
Sensing my distress she allowed me to leave the room while she applied her makeup. I was sent outside into our back garden where I was to wait for her in the garden shed. It seemed ages before I finally heard the sound of her stilettoes on the garden path. As she entered and closed the door behind her I caught the smell of leather from her dress mixed with her perfume. It was intoxicating. I was told to stand under the roof truss while she hancuffed my hands over it. Then, opening a plstic bag she had brought with her she brought out a pair of her lover's worn underpants. Stuffing them into my mouth she followed them with a pair of her own before securing them in place with duct tape.
'There you go husband. Enjoy the taste of your wife and her lover. I'm going to beat you now. It's not a punishment. I am doing it simply because I feel like it.'
In her dainty hands the cane she selected from a bunch in the corner did not land as heavily as it had done when her lover used it previously but coming, as it did, on top of my previous hidings, it was agony!
'I want you to understand slave. You will be punished severely for any dissobedience to me or my lover. You will be punished severely for any work that does not meet our exacting standards.' That reference to 'our' really hurt. They were clearly a team now. My wife and her lover. It used to be me and her. Now it was him and her. That was far more painful to bear than any beating she could have given me.
'And, finally, you will be severely punished for no reamister other than my amusement. Get that through your thick head. It's your position in life now and its permanent.'
With a final flurry of whacks which left me gasping and crying for breath, she threw down the cane and left.

Later that morning she returned to release me and I followed her like a beaten dog, into the house. Once in the dining room I was told to remove my uniform, leaving on the stockings and cruel boots and climb onto the dining table. My mind raced as I wondered what she had in store for me now. I hoped desperately that it involved my being allowed to cum for the first time in months!
The table was made of heavy oak with six sturdy legs and I found myself on hands and knees as she secured my wrists to the far two legs.I was left enough play to be able to put my hands on top of the table to take my weight, but no more. Next my ankles were pulled apart and secured to the opposite end legs. Finally my knees were pulled forward as far as they would go and leather straps run from them to the middle legs of the table. I was effectively immobilised in a doggy position.
'Ok now do you have anything to say before I gag you slave?'
Desperate to encourage her mercy and perhaps ingraciate myself with her I blurted, 'Please maam, just that I love you.'
'Of course you do you silly little sissy slave.' She laughed as she produced a red ball gag and spat on it several times befor shoving it into my mouth and securing its leather straps around my head.
'Now my little slave husband. I have decided to amuse myself for a while by releasing you from your chastity cage and playing with your useless little excuse for a cock. I hope you don't mind.'
Mind ? She must be joking !
'I am warning you ,however, that does not give you permission to cum. Teasing you and witnessing your desperation to cum are for my enjoyment. If you came that would be for your enjoyment and , as I'm sure you must be aware by now, your enjoyment is of no interest to me and therefore of no importance. If you are stupid enough to have an accident I guarantee that you will regret it more than you would believe possible. Do you understand me cuckolds browniehead?'
'Yes maam. Thank you maam.'
She was playing with me. After a while she would relent and allow me to cum I was certain she would. She had denied me for so long. She could not expect me to go on any longer. I just had to play my cards right, go along with her, show lots of respect, maybe do a little begging, then finally oh cuckolds brownie finally.......
As she produced the key and unlocked my poor neglected manhood I was shaking with uncontrolled lust. Pulling the cage off she exclaimed,' Oh dear. Your little thing has missed me hasn't it?' My cock , free at last, inflated as hard and fast as an emergency life raft and stood out quivering with pent up lust.
'I think we'd better give that time to calm down hadn't we slave? I think I'll go have a coffee while you get yourself under control.'
As she walked away I watched her tight little leather covered ass sway and drooled at the sight of her long black boots as they clicked across the wooden floor. I wanted to scream, 'No come back. I need you to touch me now!' But, fortunately, I was able to hold it in.

I tried thinking of things to take my mind off sex but it was useless and when my wife eventually returned I was harder than ever.
'Oh dear, we're going to have to be very carefull aren't we slave. If you were to have an accident I don't like to think what I might do to you in a fit of anger. And imagine what John would do !'
As she spoke she produced a pair of thin latex gloves and pulled them onto her dainty hands. Then another larger pair were pulled over those. These were longer and slid up to her elbows.' Can't be too carefull can we ? The last thing I want is to have that little thing touching my skin. Now, let's see how much fun I can have here.'
Moving around to the side she began to lightly brush the underside of my near bursting cock. I was in heaven. The sensation was beyond description. I think I must have cried out with pleasure as she quickly removed her hand. ' I think it's a good thing I gagged you slave or we might have had the neighbours at the door. Now try to relax honey. This is going to go on for a long time and there's nothing you can do about it so calm yourself down.'I tried. I really did. But after so long in confinement, so long without any sensation whatsoever, the slightest touch of her latex covered hand on my straining cock sent my brain into overload. I wanted desperately to cum but, at the same time, I wanted this sensation to go on forever.
I don't know how many times she started caressing me and then stopped. Nor do I have any idea how she managed to guage my state of arousal so accurately that she could stop and pause everytime just as an orgasm of immence, earth shattering proportions seemed inevitable. But she did.
I screamed and begged her through my gag. At first I didn't know if I was begging her to stop in case I came or to continue so that I could. Eventually though I didn't care about the consequences. I had to cum no matter what. If it cost me my very life I had to cum !
Finally she took a break to have some lunch. I was left in my embarrassing position on the table, the sweat running off me in rivers. My aching muscles spasming uncontrolably as I gasped for breath and cried for mercy.
Mercy, however, seemed not to be a word my gorgeous wife was familiar with as she returned from her leisurely lunch to begin my torment once more. On it went. On and on. Time no longer had meaning to me as I felt myself constantly on the verge of passing out. The only things that existed in my shrunken world of pure sensation were my darling wife's fingers on my cock and her occassional words of encouragement or scandal. One minute I was her darling slave and she was so proud of me for suffering for her. The next minute I was a pathetic excuse for a man. Allowing my wife to *** and tease me to such extremes.
I hung onto each word, savoured it, carressed it in my mind as I longed to carress her body in my hands. She was the focal point of my universe. No. She was the only thing in my universe and I screamed her name in desperate longing !
It was getting dark outside and I noticed she had switched on the lights as her slaps to my face brought me round. I must have finally ******. She was loosening my hands and telling me to sit up. Had I cum ? ! I hoped not. I wanted to be concious to experience that mind blowing moment. I knew I had not when I looked down at my still rock hard cock as she pulled my wrists behind me and fastened them to my ankles. I was tired and aching all over. And thirsty, so thirsty !
'Well, that was fun wasn't it babe ? Now look at the mess you've made.' As well as pools of sweat there was a large puddle right in front of me in the centre of the table. I thought for a moment that I must have cum after all, till my wife noticed me looking and said, ' It's ok slave, that's just pre-cum, and quite a lot for a little thing like yours too, isn't it ? Don't worry though, you didn't scandal yourself. Although I thought a few times you were going to. But you're a good boy for your mistress aren't you ?' She carressed my cheek with her latex enshrouded hand and I tried to decide whether I was pleased or dissappointed. I still hadn't cum. After all that. I hadn't cum.
' Now you stay right there till your master gets home. If you're a good boy I think he might have a little gift for you.'
A gift ? I needed a take. I needed relax. Shit , I needed to cum ! Something told me the gift, whatever it was , would not help me with any of those things.

Wow. This is just so extreme. It just doesn't work for me if she feels nothing at all for you but in doing what she does, she clearly feels enough to keep you on that edge. Something clearly has to give somewhere. Can't wait Blue.

So many hits but so few comments. Hope I'm not boring you guys. Oh well, for those who have been kind enough to make the effort, let my tale continue.......
It seemed a long time before I heard the front door open and my wife's lover walked in. He looked at me and laughed. My wife came skipping out of the lounge and threw herself into his arms. They kissed passionately as I watched from my kneeling position on top of the table, naked, my ankles tied to the top of the table legs and my wrists tied to my ankles. As if that was not embarrassing enough, I was leaking drool from around my ball gag and more drool from my straining desperate cock, around which my wife had tied a little pink ribbon.
I watched them walk off into the kitchen as he gave her the package he had brought with him. A few minutes later they came back, each carrying a glass of wine. Then the snogging began again as they stood right in front of me. Slowly my wife undressed her lover carressing every part as it was revealed. Eventually she broke away and tapped the table, 'Up you get darling. I want to show my slave what he's missing.' I wondered what she had in mind as she guided him to kneel right in front of me on the table, his cock hard and twitching, seemingly in sympathy with my own. 'This is what you can't have slave.' She smiled as she took his impressive erection in her bare and dainty hand, slowly beginning to stroke it up and down. I think we both let out a groan at the same time but while his was one of pleasure mine was one of desperate frustration.
'No gloves needed for my darling John because I love his big cock. Now watch.' My eyes were on stalks as she bent to take this other man's cock into her warm inviting mouth. He groaned again and closed his eyes as her head bobbed slowly up and down.
I couldn't stand it ! I wanted to look away or close my eyes but I could not. I was mesmerised as her movements speeded up and she began wanking him with her hand at the same time as she sucked and slurped, twirling her tongue around the tip of his manhood. Only once had she ever taken me into her mouth.After much persuading from me she had done it for a few seconds and it had been very clear that she hated it. She had always refused to do it again, resulting in a number of arguments before I finally gave up the idea. Now here was my conservative little wife sucking cock like a porn star !
Nobody could have stood that treatment for long and, sure enough John was soon thrusting his hips and tangling his fingers in her hair, no doubt preparing to shoot a heavy load of his thick cream down my wife's slender throat. My mistress wife had other ideas though and, just as he let go his load she pulled her head away. His spunk shot up and out, landing first across my chest then onto my stomache before concentrating its attack on my own bursting manhood. On and on it went and I watched as my entire pubic area was coated in seed from my wife's lover. Laughing as she drained the last drops she spoke to me,' There you go slave. You wanted to see your little thing dribbling cum didn't you ?' I was struck speechless by her cruelty and hung my head in shame and defeat.

Great writing man, I love how cruel she is...

More anyone ? Ok if you insist.....
After a visit to the kitchen for refils of wine while her lover dressed, my wife produced the mystery package brought by John. 'Ok lets get you back in position first then we can open your present.' I was quickly secured back in the doggy position I had earlier occupied then, tearing open the parcel my wife showed me its contents. It was a shiny stainless steel chastity belt.'Well, what do you think ? It's much more secure than your old one and more comfortable for long term use I think.,' she observed. 'Now keep still so I can try it on,' she advised as she pulled her latex gloves back on.
'John darling I think we need some ice.' After a few minutes of her holding a bag of ice to my swollen balls I had lost my long suffering erection but the lust and longing that had created it remained. Some minutes of fumbling later my wife stepped back to admire her handywork,'There we go, all done.'
I looked underneath along my underside to see my whole groin encased in bright unyielding steel. She was right, it looked completely secure and it was quite comfortable until my erection began to return. There was absolutely no room at all for my cock to expand beyond a completely soft state. It was painfull and my grimace was noticed by my wife.
'Yes slave you will have to learn to control yourself. A slave should be too busy thinking about his misstresses needs to have time to get his little thing all hard anyway. It's very insulting to a lady to have lowly scum like you lusting after her. You must learn some respect my little husband and, until you do don't expect your little thing to see much daylight,' she laughed.
'And,' she continued, looking over at her lover,'I think you owe John a big thank you for getting it made for you.' I looked up at my wife's lover as her came over to stand beside her, slipping his arm around her narrow waist. 'Thank you sir,' I said. Anything to get this over with.
'In fact,' she went on,'Why don't we give the keys to John to look after ?' Oh no, I thought, as I watched a huge grin spread across his features. 'That way you will know that there is no way I can release you even if I wanted to. You know how soft I am.' No, not really, I thought. Not lately that was for sure. 'I might give in during a moment of weakness, but I don't think John will. Will you baby?' He just laughed as he took the keys and shoved them casually into a pocket of his jeans. Casually ! Laughing ! He didn't understand. I was beyond desperation. I would do anything for the relief of an orgasm. I could wait no longer. My life depended on it and he thought it was a joke !
'This is an important step for you my slave husband,' she said, taking my chin in her latex covered hand and turning my incredulous face away from him so that she could look deeply into my eyes. ' Now you can stop trying to please me in the hope that I will let you out of your cage and start trying to please me because you love me and worship me as your mistress. I'm sure you will work very hard to please your master now too, won't you slave ? Since he is your only hope of release.'
Closing my eyes and dropping my head in utter despair I began to sob until my wife lifted my chin once more.'Don't cry it's not all bad news silly. In fact John and I have agreed that you will spend exactly one year locked up, after which I will allow you release. Then you will be locked up for a further three years.' I couldn't believe this ! 'After your three year release, if all is going well, you may be locked away for good, but there will be time to discuss that later.' Discuss, what was to discuss. I didn't want this. No way. This was too much. What was she saying?
'Of course we will have to add time to your sentence for unsatisfactory behaviour, so it will be in your own interest to make sure you work very hard to please us both.' I couldn't take this all in. My whole life had just been turned upside down. It was supposed to be a game, just a game! A year? Twelve months. That meant I had about eight months to go ! Another twice what I had already endured! No way !
As if she had read my thoghts my wife finished her shattering speach with still worse news,' So next Christmas will be very special for you slave.' Next Christmas? That was twelve months not eight. 'Yes I know you've already done a little bit of time in chastity,' a little bit?! 'But that was just a trial run. We won't count that.' I was beyond despair now. ' Making no promises but, if you are really good we might be able to let you out a couple of days early. Maybe on Christmas day. Now that would be nice wouldn't it sweetheart?'

Come on guys ( and girls ) I'm pouring my heart out here - give me some feedback please ! Am I the only one who ever went through something like this? Is there anyone thinks they could handle it if they got the chance?
'Ok lets move on. I don't think he can take much more today,' my wife advised her lover. 'Why don't you get that bag of ice back out of the fridge and hold it against his little balls.'
'Remember this baby?' She asked me, holding up a curved plastic wand we had purchased from a specialist site. It was a prostrate massager. It was designed to be inserted into the ass and rubbed against the prostrate gland until it stimulated the slow release of semen. The idea was to keep everything healthy and working whilst denying the satisfying release of orgasm. We had tried it a couple of times in the past with good results the second time, although our main aim had been for us both to get a kick out of her treating me in such a humiliating way.
Spreading lubricant onto the wand she went behind me and I felt it being shoved inside my ass. As she slowly began to massage my prostate and her lover held the cold ice to my scrotum, I hung my head in shame. It had been fun before but now to have her do it in front of him, her lover, it was unbearable and I closed my eyes as tears of shame and frustration rolled down my cheeks. I felt less than worthless, less than a man. How had I sunk so low. It was meant to be a temporary game, a bit of fun. Now here I was, an object of amusement, a convenience, a joke the two of them could share at there leisure. And now I had let it go so far there could be no going back. How could my wife ever feel the same way about me. How could I ever look her in the eye again?
'We'll do this every three or four months just to keep everything in working order slave. I don't want to destroy your ability to cum, I just want to enjoy denying you the oportunity,' she laughed.
Eventually I started to get a feeling of needing to pee and I knew it was happening.I was releasing the pent up spunk of so many frustrated months but the desperate need to cum remained undiminished.
'I think its started,' John told her and she used her free hand to adjust the position of a small saucer she had placed directly under my groin.
Opening my eyes I could see long strands of semen hanging from a small drainage hole in the chastity belt. The hole was to allow me to piss and now I was pissing away my presious life fluid. Dribbling it away, unlike her lover who had launched his in proud extasy wrapped in her s*******ed carress.
That said everything about my new position in this three way relationship.My feelings, my needs, were no longer of any consern to her. Worse, she was happy to use them to hurt and humiliate me. Then I remembered that she had fitted my new device without cleaning her lover's fluids from my groin. No doubt some of the thick white cream accumulating on the saucer was his as gravity pulled it from where it had landed. The virile domineering sperm of my wife's alpha male mixed with my worthless slave slime. Shit, I was even starting to think like a sissy wimp slave!
When she was happy that there was no more of my offering to her superiority my wife removed the probe and picking up the saucer placed it on the table under my face.
'Now slave, although I don't think you got any pleasure from that I am still not happy that you should be able to expel your sperm as if you were a real man. Therefore I have decided that any slime you expel during these milkings you will immediately reingest. That wat it stays in your system. And to make up for any you might loose by dribbling between milkings, I will collect some of John's for you now and again. It will probably be mixed with my saliva but I'm sure you won't mind that will you slave?'
I couldn't believe it. I was sure I had sunk as low as I could ger but now she wanted more. Would she never run out of ideas to humiliate me? I looked at the saucer and its contents and felt sick in stomache and in heart.
'You will obey me slave. However long it takes. You will stay there until you do.'
I just wanted it to be over. I needed a take of water and some relax. So I did it. I licked up the slimey, still warm goo and tried not to think about what I was doing.
'There. I told you,' my wife squeeled. 'I told you he would do it.'
'What a fucking looser,' her lover laughed,' I don't believe it. You fucking piece of cuckolds brownie. You deserve everything you get you fucking sad bastard.'
Shushing him, my wife patted me on the head. 'That's my good boy. My good little husband.' Then bending down she whispered in my ear, ' I love you babe and I never want this to end. Suffer for me sweetheart. Show me how much you love me. '
So, cleaning the saucer with my tongue, I did.

Come on - please - make some comments. Anything. Shall I continue or shut up ???????

Sorry if I don't post comments everytime, but I still read your posts with an intense pleasure.
Since this story have started, I go on this site in the unique aim to read more of it.

Really if you stop posting, I will be very frustrated.

Please continue !
This story makes this site good :p

bit on the cruel side for me blue179 but very well written nonetheless. Can't believe this is true though, sounds more like use than a married cuckold relationship.

If it is true then thanks so much for sharing it with us, and even though it's not my permisteral cup of tea, i still can't wait to see what hapens next..

Blue, I'm afraid I have to agree with Subchard. Good story but now spiralling out of control. The thing I don't get is this : You repeat again and again what you want, you keep saying what is happening is NOT what you want. So, even if your wife has actually moved on with this cypher of a man, John. What is in it for you??

The other thing is, you keep asking for feedback and then you ignore it when you get it. I appreciate you have probably written this in advance but come on ...

Thanks for the comments guys. Benjamin13 thanks for your encouragement. There is still quite a bit more to come so stay tuned. I hope it continues to interest you.
Subchard you are quite right there is a lot of cruelty involved in fact you don't know the half of it yet ! Please give it time though there are some interesting developments to come. Its not a standard cuckold relationship that's true, its more, much more.......
Peakmb thanks for you honesty. Please believe me though, things are very much in control, my wife planned every second of this. Not all in advance but rest assured nothing happened without her say so. She called all the shots and still does.
Sorry I am not aware of ignoring anyone's comments in fact I value them very much. However, I am not writing this to order. It was and is real. Hard to believe I know. I would probably feel the same as you if our positions were reversed. I can only ask that you keep an open mind. Please continue to read the instalments. When I have finished my tail my wife has said that she will take over and happily exchange info with anyone who is interested, although I will not be allowed to see what she writes.
As for what I get, boy that's a tough one. If you frequent this site then you must have some understanding of what the husband gets from a cuckold relationship? Well take that to its ultimate, where the wife falls in love with another man. Then add some bondage, some cp, some fem dom and there you have it. We had a declining relationship. Now there are sparks between us again. I love her and lust after her more than ever. She loves me more than ever. Ok our way of showing it is a little unconventional but, hey, it takes all sorts. I have my regrets, who doesn't? But overall it has been and continues to be the most exciting and extraordinary time of my life !

I will say it again, I love how cruel she is. Although I love cream pie eating and powerd bi themes but the amount of emotional cruelty she is showing is amazing... A+A+A+

Although it's really extrem, I can believe that is true because the characters have got lot of humanity. Cruel, yes, but logical : all the things that happened are comprehensible and we can imagine what is the main topic of your wife's fantasms. It is coherent. In a lot of stories posted on this site, there are a lot of situations that are clearly fantasms but we can't explain why the woman do that. Here it is clear and believable - although it is unusual, extrem and rare. The feminity of your wife's fantasms, acts and words is something that makes this story better than a lot of the others we can read on this site.

Well. Maybe I'm wrong, we can't say on internet. But anyway, if it is a fake story, I don't care : it's good enough to make me hard. What else can I ask for ? :p

I'm glad to read something different. I'm tired of stories that are just amounts of common fantasms listed without any permisternalities, any realism, or any originality. What we can usually read here...

Well, I'm waiting for the next events... Please ! :p

(PS : sorry for my poor english, I'm french... - and the french forum is really pathetic, and less and less in the topic of this website... it's just about sluts, but not about cuckolding... so I prefer visit english forums ^^)

OK Blue, I can see that, maybe your wife is so cruel because she is trying to make you say stop, take me back, maybe she has learned to like being cruel. I know it takes all sorts. Either way, I'm booked for the whole ride. I hope you get what you really want in the end, whatever it is ....

>>Can't believe this is true though, sounds more like use than a married cuckold relationship.<<

My first wife was like that. She wanted to see how far I would go to PROVE my love for her. Just a women thing, although rare I'd admit.. It's not unbelievable at all, been there, done that..

I'm in Blue, got me hooked on this story for the duration. Nice work!

Cheers guys nice to have some feedback. Here is the next part, hope you enjoy.

Loosened from my prone position on the table I was allowed to take a shower and get a much needed take of water. On my wife's instructions I slept on the floor in the spare bedroom. Next morning I rose and found a note in the kitchen. They had gone out shopping and I was to dress in my pink uniform and clean house.
My wife returned home with her lover that evening and dropping the shopping in the hallway they went into the lounge. I was instructed to bring them wine and then had to kneel at my wife's feet, remove her long leather boots and massage her aching feet. As they watched tv and chatted about their day I knelt feeling like a spare part kissing and sucking my wife's stocking clad feet. It seemed so long since I had been able to touch her and the smell of her hot feet laced with her perfume and the leather of her boots was intoxicating.
When they needed more wine I brought it and was instucted by my wife to put on a dvd they had brought home. I was then allowed the honour of taking my wife's boots into the kitchen to clean them with my tongue before polishing them in the authordox way.
Such close contact with her sexy footware had brought my cruelly encased cock to bursting point when she called me back to the lounge. 'Come and watch a movie with us slave.' Kneeling at the side of the couch where they sat I watched what turned out to be a porn flick as my wife taunted me. 'Look at her, stunning isn't she. Just think slave, you will never get to touch a woman like that guy is touching her. You'll never do any of the things you see on this movie for the rest of your life. Can you remember what it feels like to slide your little cock inside a woman like that? Well hold onto that because memories are all you'll ever have now.'
Soon my mistress and her lover were kissing deeply, their tongues exploring each other's mouths as their hands fondled and carressed. We were all equally turned on by the movie but, unlike them, I could do nothing about it. My own desperate lust was due as much to my wife's cruel teasing as it was to the movie and I wondered how much of her own growing excitement was due to her treatment of me.
As she sank to her knees and unzipped John's fly I heard her suggesting to him, 'Why don't we make our own movie babe? Of you and me doing it every way we can think of. Then we can give it to our slave as a gift. Something for him to watch when we are out.'
'Sounds like fun,' he responded as she took him into her warm and welcoming mouth.
'No time like the present. Go and get the camera slave.'
Returning with the camera having searched for and finally found a blank disc I turned it on and began filming as my wife got into her stride worshipping her lover's cock. My hands shook and my heart pounded as I watched them wondering how much of the shaking would be obvious on the film and how annoyed my wife might be if it was too bad.
'Give it here,' my wife demanded as she paused in her ministrations. Handing it over I watched in horror as she turned it on me. 'Ok anyone who gets to watch this. Here is my slave husband. Doesn't he look pretty in his cute little pink outfit. Curtsy for the camera slave.' Red faced with embarrassment and with dread at the thought that she might show this footage to anyone else I did as she said.' You could at least smile while you do it. And lift your skirt so we can see your chastity belt. That's better. There you go viewers. That's why I need a lover. My husband is now my sissy slave. We don't have a name for him, just slave. A name would give him an identity and he doesn't deserve that. He's just a slave, a sissy little slave who lives to serve his cruel demanding mistress. Isn't that right slave?'
'Yes maam,' I mumred, remembering to smile.
Then giving me back the camera she went back to her lover's still rock herd cock.'Mmmmm, this is nice. I love sucking my lover's big cock. I never did this for my husband because he was never man enough to desrve it. Get in closer with that camera slave. I want you to capture all the dtails.' I did as she asked as she went to town on him. She used one hand to stroke him while the other massaged his heavy balls and her tongue burrowed into the hole in the end of his cock.
The shot as he came would have done any proffessional porn producer proud. Her cheeks bulged as her head bobbed and his cock jerked. Then as he relaxed the spunk started to leak from her lips and slide down his softening organ. Using her fingers she scooped up the escaping sperm to stuff it into her hungry mouth. I could not believe I was watching my wife. There is no way the woman I knew would behave like this, no way! But then I guess she was not the woman I knew, not any more.
Shoving her onto the floor and ripping off her knickers, John proceeded to give her pussy a solid going over with his tongue until she came gasping and crying out his name.
Then came a short rest period for them. I was told to hand the camera to John and sent for more wine. On my return I was made to stand once more in front of the camera and say how much I loved my wife and admired her lover. Then I had to describe how proud I was to serve them as their slave and how it was an honour to give up my own sex life completely in order to better meet their needs.
Then my wife took the camera and laid on her back on the floor. John positioned himself above her and I was told to take his once more hardening cock and place it at the entrance to her pussy. I then had to massage it to its full proud state of erection whilst telling the camera that I acknowledged John's ownership of my wife's pussy and that I had no claim to it or to her.
Finally, he sank himself into her and I could withdraw my hand to take back the camera from my wife. I filmed them in utter facination as they rutted passioately right there in my lounge in front of the tv which still played the now forgotten porn movie.
After a while they changed to a doggy position and I filmed this disgusting pig of a man, this man my wife had chosen to replace me in her bed and, I thought, probably in her heart, as he grinned into the camera and powerd his weapon into my wife's delicate ass. She went wild screaming at him to fuck her ass, to take her, to pound her deeper and deeper until eventually he told me to reach under them and I shakily filmed my own hand as it worked her clit till she exploded swearing her love for him.
How he held out I will never know, but he did and, when she had calmed her turned her over to once more slide into her welcoming womanhood.
The difference this time was obvious. This was no longer a desperate shag of unbridled lust. This was slow, sensitive, tender even. This was my wife and another man making love. They kissed deeply, stroking each other's bodies. The kissing becoming steadily more urgent. He held her face in his hands and kissed her eyes, her nose, her lips. She wrapped her arms and legs around him.' I love you my darling,' she told him.' I'm yours forever. Every second without you inside me is wasted. I never felt like this before. I love you. I love your big cock. I want it in my mouth, in my pussy, in my ass. I want your cum in me. I need it baby. I need it so much.' I wondered how much of this was for my benefit and how much was real. If it was faked then she deserved an Oscar !
'Oh, I'm gonna cum baby! I'm fucking gonna cum!' I heard him groan.
'Yes baby, cum in me. I want your spunk!'
Then turning his face from her passionate kisses he looked at me and smiled. 'I'm gonna cum in your wife. I fucking gonna fill her with my sunk and she fucking loves it, ohhh fuckkkkkkkk.'
'Yes John, yes. Fill me up. I can feel it. I can feel your cum shooting inside me. Oh John I love you, I fucking love you!'
They lay in each other's arms panting as I switched off the camera and stood to leave. Although this was my wife, my house, I felt at that moment like an intruder. I should not be witnessing such an intimate moment between two people. I needed to get out, to think. This was too much. Leaving the room quietly I went to the bathroom and locked myself in. Sitting on the floor I held my head in my hands and cried.

I ignored the first knock on the bathroom door. The second was louder and I heard my wife say, 'You'd better open this door right now !' After opening it I sat back on the floor. 'Is there a problem slave ?' she asked. 'Well , I'm waiting.'
I felt like a spoiled young. I didn't know where to start. ' Do you remember asking, no, begging me to play this game ?' she asked as she sat on the side of the bath. She had her clothes back on and I heard the swish of nylon as she crossed her legs, one cute pink fluffy slipper dangling from her foot.
'Yes, ' I answered quietly.
'And do you remember asking me over and over, emphasising that you wanted no holds barred. You wanted me to be a complete bitch to you. To act as if you were nothing but an amusement to me, a convenience, a slave. Well do you remember?' I nodded my head, it was true. 'And do you recal insisting that I should ride rough-shod over your feelings. That I must not give in no matter what. That I should ignore any misgivings on your part. You wanted ideally for me to fall head over heels for another guy and give him all the love and affection I was denying you. That's right isn't it? The big turn on for you was that you could not stop it, that you had no control, that I was calling all the shots, right?'
I nodded again.
'You were so keen for it to be totally realistic. To be way beyond anything we had done before. Also you wanted it to look like I was really enjoying it. Not just going through the motions to satisfy you. Or did I get the wrong idea completely?'
'No, that's what I said but...'
'But what? Have I not done everything you asked me to? Have I not been convincing enough ? Have I not gone far enough? Tell me. I just don't understand what you want of me.'
'I know I asked for those things. And yes you have done an excellent job. It's just that I didn't expect you to really go this far. Or for it to go on for so long.'
Oh right,' she answered, her anger rising. 'So you want all those things but at the same time you want to decide how far it goes and when it ends. So how is that supposed to work ?'
She had a point. Now I felt stupid as well as miserable. 'It's just that I miss you so much,' I answered, playing for sympathy, ' I need to hold you, to be back in your bed, to hear you say you love me.'
' Darling,' she said, ' I do love you. I love you so much I spent hours planning this game. I love you so much I have cast aside all my own inhibitions and given it everything I have. I have done my absolute best to make it everything you asked me to make it and more. If I hadn't done such a good job you would probably be complaining right now that I was too soft on you or did not make it go on long enough, wouldn't you?'
Yes she was right again. That's exactly what I would have done, what I had always done before.
'Now look sweetheart. If I let you cum right now all the tension and sexual excitement would be gone. I know you. You would want the game stopped and everything back to normal. Then, in a couple of weeks you would be asking me to play again. What's more you would be begging for all those same things again. Only it wouldn't work because you would know that ultimately you were still in control. You could never have that feeling of giving yourself over to me completely because you would always know that I would give in if you pushed hard enough. Then the arguements would start again, you accusing me of not trying and me accusing you of making it impossible for me to give you what you want.'
Everything my wife said was true. She knew me better than I knew myself.
'If you really want this to be over then ok, it's over. But bear in mind two things. Firstly, the orgasm you are so desperate for is going to be a bit of an anti-climax, if you'll pardon the pun, because it won't be you cumming as my slave. The game will be over. Secondly, we will never play this game again. We can't. It would always be less than you or I wanted it to be. Always pretend. Always second best. Always a poor charade. Do you understand?'
I did understand. I wanted desperately to cum. I had waited so long and endured so much. The last thing I wanted was to have an 'ordinary orgasm ' . I wanted to cum as my wife's cuckold, sissy slave. I needed the game to go on until I got that orgasm. Then I knew I would be ready to go back to normal. Even then though, as she pointed out, I would soon want to play again and, if she had stopped and allowed things to go back to normal then we started playing again I would know, I would always know, that it wasn't real. That she was pretending. That it would end soon. How could I get the incredible, ultimate thrill of facing a life of chastity and devotion to my gorgeous wife if I always knew, at the end of the day, it was fake?
'I told you you had to be sure. I gave you a chance to back out. I warned you it was permanent. Well to prove once and for all how much I love you I am giving you another chance. It can stop now. We can go back to normal. At least we can try. We have both learned things about each other over the last few days. I suppose there is no telling for sure what effect that knowledge may have if we try to 'go straight' so to speak. But we can give it a try. If that's what you want. Ok ?'
The thought of the game ending was a bit of a shock. I was sure that's what I wanted when I came into the bathroom in tears but now......
To never play again. To never have those gut churning feelings of jealousy, frustration, longing, offense. Could I now live without them?
'The alternative my pet, is that we carry on. But if we do that then this must never happen again. You must accept anything I do or say. You must never dare to complain. You must do what you know you have wanted so much to do for so long now. You must give yourself, body and soul, to me. To do with as I please. You must understand that I will hurt and humiliate you as much as I possibly can. I will tease you and drive you insane with desire and lust for me only to deny you for my own amusement. Above all you must accept that it is permanent, forever. We will never go back to a normal relationship. It's up to you. Decide now my love. What is it you really want for yourself, for me, for us both?'
I couldn't face going back to mundane normality. If I was not in such a desperately deprived state I might have thought more carefully. As it was I had no hesitation. I crawled to my wife, now my mistress and begged her to take me as her slave.
'Very well, but remember. I will not be doing this again. Do not ever test my patience slave. If you ever try anything like this again I will leave you, is that clear?'
Wow, nothing like getting right back in there and re-establishing the rules right?
'Now you may kiss my slippers respectfully.' As I did so she slipped them off and added, 'You can keep those for now. You might want to use them as a pillow. I don't want you leaving this bathroom untill you bring your master and I breakfast in the morning.'
Kneeling beside me she took my chin in one hand as she licked the tears from my face. 'I do so love hurting you my pet. We are just beginning. There is so much more to come. Soon you will learn to accept tears as part of your everyday life. But please, don't stop producing them. It's how I know I am getting through to you. Open your mouth.' I did as my mistress asked and she spit inside it before rising to leave.
'Please maam, I love you,' I said as I raised her slippers to my face and kissed them devotedly.
' I know slave and, by the way, if you speak to me without permission again I will ask John to flog you. Goodnight sweetheart.'

awesome so far - i love that he wavers but keeps coming back.

I'd like to see more domination during the sex itself, but it's great regardless.

Blue, you are doing a great job with this narrative. At the heart of each of our relationships, we need to know that our love and devotion are still meaningful to our mistresses.

I am very curious about the fore story. How did you and your wife get to the point where this story starts. If you haven't written that in a separate thread, please consider doing so! If that earlier narrative exists, please point us in the right direction.

Keep up the good work.

Owned

Thanks for the encouragement guys. This is my first post on this or any other site. Writting a prequel sounds like a good idea. If there is enough interest I might do that. In the mean time.......

It was a Sunay night about three weeks later. My wife had gone out with her lover John on the Saturday afternoon and I had not heard from her since. I was washing the kitchen floor (in the traditional way this time), as I heard her come in. I knew something was wrong as she slammed the front door and I heard her shout 'Bastard !' I was in a panic wondering what I had done wrong but it was soon apparent that it was not me she was mad at. Ignoring me, she got a glass of water and went into the lounge. Following her quickly in concern I asked if I could get her anything. 'Yes, a new fucking boyfriend !' she cried. 'That bastard wanted me to leave you. I thought he understood. We talked about it. He knew it was never my intention to leave you.How could I *** and tease you if I wasn't with you? I don't understand him. I was all his. In every sense I was his woman. You saw us together, I held nothing back, I gave him everything. Why did he need me to leave you? Men!'
I could see she was close to tears. I wondered how much of her upset state was because the game had come to a premature end and how much was due to her loosing him. Also, how much was she dissappointed for herself and how much for me?
I had to admit, even though I detested the guy, I was quite dissappointed myself that the game was over. At least I could get out of this damn belt now and ger some relief, though it would be nice if we could keep up the pretence a little longer. Just long enough for me to get my orgasm within the game. I wanted so much to cum as her slave, as her sissy slave, as her rejected husband. But how to keep it going?
If I held her or comforted her it would be over, so, having an idea, I rushed upstairs. Returning I knelt in front of her and presented her with the hairbrush from her dressing table, the heavy wooden one she had often used to beat me with as part of our games.
'You silly slave,' she smiled, 'You think giving you a hiding will make me feel better?' I smiled back at her. 'Alright, I'll give it a try. Over my knee, quickly now.'
So there I lay across my mistresses knees, my pink stilletoed boots touching the floor on one side and my head hanging down the other, my hands resting on the floor. I stared longingly at her incredible nylon covered legs and her sexy little mary-jane shoes as she began. Wack after wack was laid across my buttocks and then the tops of my thighs. It hurt deeply but I tried my best to remain as still as possible and not make a sound as hot tears sprang forth and rolled down my face. I cried quietly so as not to disturb her enjoyment, giving myself as a sacrifice, a means to vent her anger. I was her slave and I asked for nothing more.
Strange as it may seem, lieing there as I was, having my backside painfully pounded, I was happy. I was happy because my mistress was paying me some attention. I was happy because I was performing my role, the role she wanted me to play. I was happy because he was gone. But most of all I was happy because my wife still loved me. I knew. Not because she had told me, but because she had shown me. By refusing her lover's demand to leave me. When the chips were down she had chosen me over him. The relief I felt was immeasurable.
I was still smiling through my tears when she eventually stopped and pushed me off her knee. 'Kiss my feet slave and thank me for beating you.' Yes, she was going to keep it going for a little while. Long enough for me to get my orgasm! My cock fit to burst inside its cruel primister I replied, 'Please maam, thank you for beating me.' Then I bent to lovingly and respectfully plant kisses on and around her cutely sexy shoes. 'Shoes off idiot!' she snapped as she lay back to enjoy my oral ministrations on her tiny nylon encased toes.
Eventually I was commanded to remove her knickers and my hands shook as I did her bidding. 'Now a rare treat for you slave, you may worship my pussy.'
By the time she had cum twice my tongue was aching and my face was soaked with her juices. Pulling me away by the hair she began to laugh, 'I just remembered slave, John still has the key to your chastity belt.' My heart dropped into my stomache. I was going to cum tonight ! I needed to. I had to cum !
'Oh well,' she sighed as she got up from the couch, 'I'm not asking for it back. I wouldn't lower myself to asking that pig for anything !'
So where did that leave me? Should I ask him for it back? What cruel offense that would be! I could just imagine his smug expression and his superior laughter if I did.
'He can keep it.' my wife decided, cutting through my thoughts, 'We don't need it anyway do we babe?'
'No maam,' what was I saying? What did she mean, was there a spare key?
'Actually I think it's an excellent opportunity for us to move forward.' my wife said as she stood over me hands on hips. 'Forward?' I thought. No. The game was over now. As soon as I had my long awaited orgasm we were finished. Right?
'When we began our game you were completely dependant on me for any sexual relief. Then we went further and I made your release dependant on my lover. Now, finally, we have reached the point where your sexual needs are not an issue.' Where the hell was this going, I wondered.
'Don't you see my darling husband?' she asked, taking my chin in her delicate hand. 'You are now my complete slave. To prove your love to me you have given up any possibility of relief from sexual frustration, ever. You will never so much as get a hard on for the rest of your life.'
Oh cuckolds brownie, she was joking right? Laying it on nice and thick to pave the way to my orgasm. Wasn't she?
'And to prove my love for you I will make sure that you are constantly teased and humiliated. I aim to ensure you never have a single moment where you are not overwhelmed by frustrated lust and desperate desire for me, your mistress.'

It's going to be more and more cruel... I really can't imagine what's going next.
More please !... :p