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I lay in a daze. My beautiful wife had taken her pleasure. Gripping my hair cruelly she had ridden my face to a noisy orgasm, calling my a fucking useless pussy licking slave as she drowned me in her juices. Then she had turned to face my feel before demanding more from my aching tongue as she lowered her tight little ass onto my face. I did my best for a while, thrusting my tongue around and into her secret place but, when she straightened her legs and rested them on my chest and stomache I gave in. Her full weight on my face, I could do no more than lie there, hoping that she might see fit to let me breath before I ******. Lifting herself on her hands she advised,' Be quick slave, grab as much air as you can 'cos here we go again.' Then darkness desended once more as I was sladyed by her gorgeous rump.
How much time had passed I had no way of knowing but it was getting dark outside when she finally climbed from my used face. 'That was fun wasn't it babe?' she asked brightly. 'I'm going downstairs to wait for our guest now,' she said as she walked out of the room. Two minutes later she was back with her long leather coat. 'I'd like to put your rubber mask on you but since I'm leaving you alone for a while that will have to wait till I come back.' We had agreed long ago that anything like masks which restricted breathing would only be used while she was present and I was comforted to know that she was still going to abide by at least one of our safety rules.
'So this will do for now,' she added, covering my head with her coat. The smell of leather overlaid with her own heady scent engulfed me as I lay in darkness, sweating inside the tight rubber sac.
'Won't be long sweety. He'll be here soon then we can really get started.'
'He ?! Who was he ?!' Suddenly I was panicing again as I heard my wife close the bedroom door.

Some time later I heard someone coming up the stairs and then the bedroom door opened. There was some whispering before I heard my wife say,' Shhh.' That was followed by giggling and the sound of clothes being removed.
The next thing I felt was the bed dipping on the opposite side to me as two people climbed up and laid next to each other. I could hear them kissing and their breathing became heavier. Eventually my wife said,' Just a minute darling, I've got an idea.' Her weight pressed me down onto the bed as she lay on her back on top of me. Then to my horror, her partner proceeded to climb on top of her. I could feel his arms against my sides as he lifted himself up and she reached down to slide his cock into her unfaithful pussy. I struggled to expand my chest enough to pull some air into my lungs. The leather coat was still over my face and my wife's head rested to one side of my own.
His strokes were slow and deliberate to start with as my gorgeous but faithless wife moaned her pleasure at this man's attentions. 'Oh yesss. That feels so good baby. I'd forgotten just how good that feels.'
'Forgotten?' I wondered. What did she mean forgotten?
As he kissed her she pleaded for him to speed up but he refused. Teasing her, bringing her slowly to the boil. It seemed to me that these two were not strangers. They were way too in tune with each other's bodies. From the tight and stifling confines of the rubber sac it seemed to me like this was not fucking, this was making love. The soft moans, the murmerings of encouragement, his teasing laugh. Yes, that laugh. I was sure I had heard it before. Was this someone I knew? She wouldn't embarrass me by doing this with someone we knew surely? Suddenly I was glad of the suffocating leather coat which concealed my features. My sweating face must have been a startling shade of embarrassed red.
She was hanging onto him now, arms and legs drawing him desperately into her embrace, seeking the extra penetration she needed to cum. Finally he gave in and, dropping his full weight onto her squirming body, and hence onto mine, he plowed into her. Forgetting my embarrassment I used what little air I could get into my lungs to cry out for my wife to remove her suffocating coat from my face. My efforts were in vain though. Even if she heard me over her own squeels and her partner's bestial grunts, she was in no mind to respond. Her own needs were all that mattered as she gave up her orgasm to this man. He came soon after her orgasm started and I heard my wife begging him to cum harder, to fill her with his spunk.
Finally they were sated and rolled off me. My chest ached as my suddenly freed lungs worked to pull some desperately needed oxygen from the little air that existed under the coat. I begged her to remove it but she told me to, ' Shut the fuck up. I'm fucking busy looser.' That had her friend laughing and I was sruck again by the thought that I knew that laugh.
After several minutes of light kissing and lovers whispers, I felt them get off the bed. He said that he would see her tomorrow and left. I could hear his footsteps on the stairs as I felt my wife seating herself once more on my chest.

'Now then lets get the nasty coat off the little slave's head so he can breath shall we?' Oh yes, fresh air. I gulped deeply. 'Is that better sweetheart?'
'Yes maam, thankyou.'
'Good. Now we'll discuss your bad manners in speaking when I am entertaining a gentleman later. Right now I have a treat for you. It's a while since I've been able to do this for you.,' she said as she shuffled forward and raised her butt off my chest. Suddenly I was staring right at her freshly fucked pussy. It was still red and loose and was that...... yes it was ! Slimy white spunk was leaking out and running down the inside of one thigh. The smell of sex was overpowering as gravity took its toll and a large thick dollop splattered my cheek. But how? She always used condoms. She was very careful about infection. The only permister she had ever allowed inside her bareback, apart from me, was John. That meant that she must be pretty serious about this guy, and pretty sure of him.
'Now that I've had a real man I'd like my slave to go about his duty and clean me up I think. You can manage that can't you husband?'
I was far from keen. I'd hated it when made to do it before and now, just to make it worse, I didn't even know who's spunk it was !
'Of course, if you'd rather I went back to suffocating you with my pussy....'
No way could I stand that again. My head was aching from a day of oxygen starvation, I couldn't take any more of that. So I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. 'Good boy !' my wife cooed.
Trying not to retch I closed my eyes and licked, kissed and sucked at her direction. For her part my wife used my hair to pull my face to where she wanted it, trapping my cheeks between her thighs as she wiped herself over my face, concentratng her clit onto my nose whilst my tongue dived into her secret hole.
There was a knock at the bedroom door. I couldn't see and my ears were blocked by my wifes silky smooth thighs but I heard her say something like, 'I thought you'd gone babe.' I couldn't make out the answer but heard the door close as my mistress began to speed up her riding of my helpless face until with a deep groan she came, sinking her full weight once more onto my poor ***d face.
'That was very nice sweetheart. I'm very pleased with you so far. I was going to introduce you to my lover tommorrow but he's just told me that he's had an sms message telling him his appointment is cancelled. That means he can stay a little longer so we can get the introductions out of the way now. Isn't that great?'
'Not really,' I thought, though I was curious. I just hoped she would let me out of this sac so I could at least meet him standing up!
'Now I'm going downstairs to have a take with my lover. You stay there and don't go away ok?'
Very funny!
'Lets wipe your face honey. We don't want you getting into trouble for making a mess on my coat do we.' The coat again ! I tried to get a couple of deep breaths before she laid it over my face.
'Back soon slave, be good.'

It was a while before she came back. I could tell from the footsteps on the stairs that he was with her. She came straight to the bed and climbed on, sitting against the headboard above my head trapping my head between her thighs. Then I felt him get on the bed. My wife giggled as he cocked his leg over to sit on my chest, his legs bent, knees either side of my chest.
'Oh dear, where are your manners slave? Aren't you going to say hello to my lover? Or should I say....' She pulled the coat from my face and threw it on the floor, '.....master John .'
Shit it was ! It was him. My wife's ex lover.Sitting naked on my chest. Not so ex anymore either it seemed as he knelt smirking down at me.
'Well ? We're waiting slave.'
'Hello Jo.....sir.'
I couldn't believe it. Of all the men she could have. Why him? I thought she hated him. I know I did. Now he was back. What the fuck was going on !?
'How's it going lover boy?' he laughed, taking in my shocked and baffled expression.
'Surprise !' my wife laughed.
'I bet you're really pleased aren't you slave. John's back, so that means so are the keys to your cage.'
Some consolation I guess, but only if he intended to let me use them. I watched as he brought his right hand up to my face. There they were, the keys. Maybe this was not going to be all bad after all. Unzipping the rubber sac my wife took the keys from John and laid them on my chest before zipping me up again.' We'll keep those there for now. So near but so far huh babe.' she smiled sweetly.
'Ok lets have some more fun. I think since John is our guest we ought to look after his needs first don't you babe,' she asked me as she took John's already hard cock in her dainty hand and began to stroke it.
I would have turned my face away but the grip of my wife's thighs was too strong, so I laid there staring at the eye of this other man's cock, a cock that had, a little while earlier been buried deep inside my wife's pussy.
'That's it darling, just relax. Let me do the work. Lick my hand slave, your master needs some lubrication.'
It seemed to go on for hours. They snogged deeply as I looked up at them. I had to lick her hand several times, tasting both their juices.
'Where you gonna cum babe?'
'On your husband's fucking face.' he groaned in reply. I closed my mouth tightly and shut my eyes.
'Yes my darling shoot that lovely spunk all over his useless fucking slave face. Show him who's boss baby. Show him. Come on sweetheart cum for me. Let me see you empty those big sexy ball all over my husband's face.'
'Oh fuck I'm cumming, I'm fucking cumming !' he gasped.
I was almost sick as the first heavy dollop landed on my forehead. My wife guided his following shots into my eyes, over my lips, even up my nose!
'Yea, yea baby cum for me. Show the nasty fucking slave what we think of him. He's just a rag to clean up my darling's spunk isn't he babe?'
Finally spent he wiped his softening cock on my cheek and climbed off me. Kissing my wife he went back downstairs.
'Oh dear. Somebody made a bit of a mess didn't they slave? Oh well at least it didn't go on the sheets. Lets see if we can keep it on your face where it belongs shall we?'
Collecting the rubber mask from the bedside table she opened it up and spat into it several times.' Just a mark of my respect slave. Now lets get you sealed up for the night.'
She pulled the mask over my face making sure that the rubber cock slid into my mouth before smoothing the edges around my neck making an air tight seal. Inflating the cock gag she stroked my face.'All cosy in there sweetheart? That must have been a nice surprise seeing John again was it? I bet you have lots of questions you'd like to ask me. They can wait till tommorrow. Right now I have another treat for you. John's going to let himself out and I'm going to lie down right here beside my loving husband. I'll cuddle right up to you all night, my naked body against yours, just a thin layer of rubber between us.'

Hey peakmb thanks for your comments though I'm not American, I live in the north of England.

Hey guys, hope you are still enjoying my tale. Thanks very much to those who have taken the time to comment. Also thanks to those who have voted for my section. Please feel free everyone else, take a few minutes and lets get a little interaction going here.
Tell me, for example ; Which bit did you like the best?
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Unzipping the rubber sac my wife took the key from my chest. 'I'll fasten this to my necklace for now slave, so we know where it is for tomorrow.'She laid down beside me and pulled the heavy quilt over us. If I was hot before I was cooking now. The sweat was running from every pore. As for the helmet, talk about mixing body fluids! My face and head were swimming in a mixture of my own sweat, my wife's pussy juices , her spit and her lovers cum. My eyes were stinging with it. I could smell it all mixed with the erotic scent of rubber. My lips were coated and although I tried to avoid it, some inevitably leaked into my mouth. The head mask was a tight fit and all that fluid had to go somewhere. It started to leak out of the nose holes making breathing difficult.Noticing the problem my wife got out of bed and came back with tissues.'You've got a runny nose slave, lets get it wiped for you. There that's better. I can't cuddle you if your nose is running, especially when its running with another man's spunk now can I?'
Laying back down my wife cuddled up beside me with her head on my shoulder. 'There, thats nice isn't it. It seems like ages since we had a cuddle. Do you miss my cuddles baby?' I nodded. 'Well unfortunately you are going to have to learn to live with it. There's no way John is going to allow that. I only just managed to persuade him to let me cuddle you tonight. This is the last time though. I promised John and I keep my promises as you know, don't you sweetheart?'
Shit ! I ached to hold her. My wife. My best friend. My soulmate. I just wanted to hold her so much !
'Never mind though. If you are good then that nasty cage might be coming off tomorrow. That would be a real treat wouldn't it ?'
I nodded vigorously, trying to make affirmative grunts around my rubber cock gag.
'I know it hasn't been easy for you darling but things are going to be better now that John's back. It worked really well last time and I'm sure it will be even better this time. We've had a long heart to heart chat and I think he understands the situation now. Its going to be amazing you'll see. Now I think we better both get some relax. It's going to be a big day tomorrow.'
It must seem wierd to you guys reading this in the cold light of day, but I loved that woman so much right then. The only thing in the world that mattered was that she was right there beside me, telling me how good things were going to be, reassuring me. I felt relaxed, happy, content even. I was also excited. The cage was coming off. I would not have to wait over a year after all. Tonight I would lie with my darling wife, tomorrow I would get to cum. What happened after that was of no concern to me.
'Goodnight my darling slave husband.' She kissed my rubber covered cheek and carressed my face with her hand. 'Don't forget, don't ever forget, I love you.'
Inside that stifling rubber mask I smiled around the rubbercock gag. I didn't even mind when a glob of spunk slithered between my lips. I swallowed it and went on smiling.

Fantastic! Looks like John is in the drivers seat from here on out. Don't know if this is good or bad for husband cuck. I'd say John's attitude will make for some interesting times ahead.. Hot reading!

What turned me on was all the scenes of crual tease and denial. I don't particulary like physical domination (like hits or extreme face-sitting in which you can't breath). I prefer when it's psychological, based on denial or on cuck offense. What I love is when wife denie everything to his husband and show him that she does everything with her lover...

Well, I hope the next episode wlll come soon !

Very nice offense when the couple made love over the slave in the rubber bag.

Thanks guys, great to hear your comments. Will try to get next bit done today.

The next morning I was released from the rubber sac and told to go sit in the empty bath. After the stiffling heat of my all night confinement I was shivering as I sat there with the mingled juices of my wife and her lover drying on my face. Eventually she came into the bathroom and slipping off her dressing gown, she stepped into the bath with me. 'Lie down slave with your face between my legs. I'm going to help you wash that stuff off you.' As soon as I was in position, looking up between her legs, she released a stream of hot piss. I closed my eyes as she moved her aim to shower my whole face. 'Open your mouth slave,' then as I hesitated, 'I said open your fucking mouth ! 'As I complied the hot salty mixture flooded inside. 'Swallow it down slave. Don'y make me say everything twice ! You'd better sort yourself out you fucking useless piece of cuckolds brownie. I want instant total obedience from you today and I'll get it, if I have to flog you within an inch of your miserable fucking life.'
I was shell shocked. A few minutes earlier I had been lieing in bed with this woman. Alright I was cocooned in a rubber relax sac but she had held me all night, whispered her oaths of love to me. Now she was suddenly back to being a cruel heartless bitch. My head was spinning as her waterfall of piss finally dried up. 'Turn over and lick the piss from my feet wimp.' Boy was that a proud moment ! I was just glad that her lover wasn't there to see it.
After showering I dressed as instructed in my pink rubber maid's outfit complete with white stockings and crushingly tight pink stilleto boots. I was given one task after another, make the beds, vacuum the carpets, wash the dishes. She stood over me as I nervously went about my work, a leather riding crop tapping against her shiny black boot. Apart from the boots she was completely naked and my imprimistered cock fought in vain to expand as I stole glances at her beautiful body as I worked. Every few minutes she would slash the crop across my buttocks or the back of my thighs urging me on to yet greater efforts. 'I want this place spottless slave. I'm sick of your lazyness. In future you will learn to perform your duties to perfection because that is what I demand from you.
When my tasks were finally completed my wife had me bring her coffee in the lounge and stand at her side while she drank and relaxec with a magazine. I was startled from my daydreams of being finally allowed release today by her casual instruction to bend and touch my toes. 'This is for your own good slave. You must be on your absolute best behaviour today. If you put one foot wrong you could spoil things for all of us and I will not have that. This hiding is to help you focus on your role here today. I want you to remember that you exist only for my convenience and amusement. If you suffer then you suffer for me. If your heart breaks then it breaks for me. If you are allowed pleasure then it its only because it will amuse me to take that pleasure away. Do you understand slave ?'
'Yes maam. Thank you maam.' No way was I going to mess this up. I had been promised the chance of release from the confounded chastity cage. I would do whatever it took, anything.
Swish CRACK , the first blow landed. Despite my determination I cried out and went to straighten. 'Get down you fucking wimp ! Don't you dare move again !' The beating was cruel and methodical. Tears fell from my eyes to splash my imacculate pink boots. 'Look at you. You are pathetic. What kind of man dresses in a sissy maid outfit and stands there whle his wife crops his ass for no reamister save her own amusement? You fucking wimp! You're not a man. You're a pathetic fucking pansy. What the fuck did I ever see in you? All the years I could have spent making love to real men, men like John, your new master.'
'Please maam, ' I muttered, the pain was unbearable, my ass felt like it had been sliced into with a hot knife.
'Shut up wimp. I'll tell you when I want you to beg. Now get up. Go and kneel at the front door and wait for your master to arrive and just hope he doesn't decide to give you a beating himself when he gets here.'

Very good dialogue betwenn the mistress and slave

I had been kneeling at the door for quite a while when my wife came to check on me. 'Put your eyes back in slave, it's not for you.' She was wearing an incredibly sexy nurse uniform. It was white pvc with a red cross and so short it revealed several inches of smooth flesh above her white stocking tops. 'This is a surprise for John. Do you think he'll like it ?' she asked as she turned to show me the back. The bottom of her tight little ass poked out from between the uniform and the stocking tops. 'You know how jealous he is of me. Well I thought if I wore this for him he might be ok with me giving you a lttle of my attention.'
Ridiculous, I thought. My own wife was afraid to pay me any attention in case she upset her boyfriend ! 'He'll be here soon. Bring him into the lounge then serve us some wine ok ?'
'Yes maam,' I answered. 'And stop staring pervert !'
Sure enough he arrived soon after and when I carried their wine into the lounge they were seated together on the leather couch.
'You may kneel in front of us slave.' As I did my wife took the key to my chastity belt from her necklace and handed it to me. 'You may insert that into the lock but you do not turn it until you are told to.'
My fingers were shaking so much it took several tries before I finally managed to insert the key.
'Now listen very carefully slave. John has agreed to come back to me but, understandably, he has a few reservations. We have discussed what went wrong last time and we both feel that we can get past that and move on. I have made it very clear to him that there is absolutely no chance of me ever leaving you. He accepts that but has a few conditions of his own. I want you to listen very carefully to those conditions. If you accept them then I know that we can all have a really good time. My needs will be met by having a real man to love me and make love to me. Also I will have a devoted slave to serve and amuse me. Your needs will be met by having a cruel mistress to *** and humiliate you. But what about John's needs?'
To be honest I didn't give a cuckolds brownie about John's needs but I had a feeling I'd better start to if I ever wanted to cum again.
'John needs to feel safe and secure in his relationship with me. He needs to know that I will always put him first. Most importantly, he needs to be sure that you are no longer a rival for my affections and never will be again. That's why I have agreed to let him set out the conditions of us getting back together. John darling ?'
Leaning forward so that his face was inches from mine John stated quietly, ' Rule one. That,' he said, looking over his shoulder at my gorgeous wife, ' Is my woman now. She is not your wife. She is your mistress. You will adress her, when allowed, as maam. You will adress me as sir. Next, at no time will you look my woman in the face. You will not dare to touch my woman unless given permission by me. You will never again see your mistress naked, except on the rare occassion you may be allowed to watch her make love to me. You will not attempt to speak to her. If you really need to tell her something you will tell it to me and I will decide whether or not to pass it on to her. Finally, you will not allow yourself to be in the same room as my woman unless I am also present.'
This was insane ! She was my wife for crying out loud !
'If you are stupid enough to break any of my rules my woman will report you to me and I will punish you beyond anything you have experienced so far.'
'He won't break the rules will you slave ?' my wife interjected, seeking I think to calm me as she saw my mounting anger and frustration. 'Would you like to turn the key now slave?'
What ? Yes of course I wanted to turn the key. But those rules were ridiculous. Not being allowed to talk to my own wife ! And what were the others ? Something about not touching her or being in the same room ?
'We don't have all night slave. Are you going to open that cage and take out your little thing or not ?'
'He needs to agree first.' Insisted John. 'Well lover boy? Cage on or off ? Agree or not?'
I was desperate. It had been so long ! My cock was bursting, my swollen balls aching. I would do anything to cum just once. Then I would be fine. I would be able to think more clearly, to sort out this mess.
'Yes sir I agree.'
'Good boy,' smiled my wife. 'Now turn that key and let's see what you have locked in there.'
It was a struggle to free my bursting manhood from its tiny primister but finally it sprang free and stood quivering with lust. I was deeply embarrassed to be so exposed in front of my wife's lover but I knew by now that beggars cannot be choosers.
'Ok now slave, you may play with yourself for our amusement. Wait...' I was dissappointed that after all this time I was going to have to perform my own masterbation but I was now largely past caring.
'You will use only the index finger of your left hand slave. On the underside. What's it called? The million dollar spot, that's right. Come on sweety, rub your little clit like a good slavegirl.'
It was not what I'd hoped for and dreamed of but it was heaven just the same.
'Don't you dare cum without permission slave ! When you get close you tell me.'
It had been what ? two minutes tops ? I was already almost there. 'Please maam I'm almost there ,' I groaned.
'Stop !' she shouted. 'Hands behind your back.'
Shit I was so close. I looked down at my bobbing cock as precum oozed from the tip. 'Please maam,' I begged.
'No begging. Not a word unless you are given permission. I can very easily put that cage right back on.'
'Sorry maam.'
'Now you may kiss my shoes and tell me how happy you are to be my slave. Her shoes were white leather with small platform soles and heavy six inch heels. I shuffled forward and applied my tongue to their glossy finish.
'Please maam, ' I pleaded between licks and kisses, ' I love being your slave. I worship the ground you walk on. I love you maam, I love you so much !'
'You may use your finger again while you attend to my other shoe slave.' The knowledge of my humiliating position, the smell and taste of her leather shoes, the sight of her white nylon stockinged legs ! I was quickly there again and barely found the breath to inform her.
'Stop ! You know the rules.'
I put my hands behind me and, remembering at least one of John's rules, kept my eyes down.
'Now slave you may do the same for your master.' Oh no please ! I hated the guy, loathed him. I couldn't, I really...... 'Very well put the cage back on.'
I leapt forward and quickly aplied my tongue to his black Doc Martin boots. 'I'm sure your master would like a similar complement slave. You may use your finger again while you speak. If you stop speaking then you stop stroking, understood?'
'Please sir, I am really grateful to you for seeing to my wife...... I mean my mistress' needs. You are much more of a man than I am. I know she wants you and not me.'
For fuck's sake !!!! How low was it possible to get. I was kissing the boots of my wife's lover, telling him I was much less of a man than him, thanking him for fucking my wife, while I jerked off like a girl. I would never have believed myself capable, but there I was, and I was going to cum too!
'Please maam, I'm close.'
'Ask your master not me,' my wife responded.
I was going to cum for sure now. 'Please sir ,' I mumred into the toe of his right boot.
'Stop. Stop now !'
I was going to I swear. I was going to stop. Just one more rub...'
John's hand flashed out and cracked across the top of my head. I lifted up to protest and he kicked me backwards onto the floor. My cock was twitching desperately and for a moment I was sure I was going to cum. Precum flooded out then...... nothing.
'What the hell do you think you are doing?' screached my wife.' I can't even trust you to do as you are told when we are both standing over you ! I'm very dissappointed in you. You don't deserve such a wonderful master and mistress. Get that fucking cage back on now ! Now you fucking useless wanker !'
I couldn't, it wouldn't fit !
'Get into the kitchen and get some ice. John darling will you follow him and make sure he puts that thing away. I don't trust him.'
So there I was, tears of frustration running down my face, a bag of ice held to my groin as my wife's lover stood over me smirking.
Once the cage was refitted I went back into the lounge.
'I am so angry with you slave. You have really let me down.'
I was crying now, sobbing. What had I done ? 'I'm sorry maam.' I pleaded.'
'So you should be,' she answered. 'You'd better get out of my sight. Go to your room. I thought you loved me. You said you worshipped me.' Now she was crying too. I wanted so much to hold her, I took a step toward her but her lover stepped in before me and took her in his arms.
'Don't you come near me you lying piece of cuckolds brownie. Get away from me.'
John slapped me hard across my face ,' You heard her. Go to your room. I'll speak to you later and we'll discuss what happens to little sissy faggots who upset my woman.'

I was sitting on the edge of the bed in the guest room when they walked in holding hands. I was feeling totally confused over what just happened. Was my wife really upset with me ? What was going on ?
'Take off your uniform slave and lie face down on the bed.' As he spoke I noticed a bamboo cane in his hand and as I moved to obey he casually tapped it against his leg. It made a strange sound and I looked again noticing that the end had been sliced a couple of times to produce four separate slivers of bamboo. My boots were not locked and so I was quickly naked and in position, my chastity cage digging into the matress.
'Not a sound slave,' was all he said before slashing down that wicked cane. It felt like I had been cut in two ! I burried my bright red face into my pillow to deaden the sound of my scream. My hips thrust in a vain attempt to shake off the agony of that first impact and I heard my wife laugh. 'It looks like he's trying to shag the bed.'
The second impact was worse. I never would have believed it possible. Then came the third. He was *******ing me. I was going to die! And my wife was standing there watching. I turned my tearfull face toward her pleading with my eyes for her to stop this but she was not even looking at me, she was smiling at him!
After six apallingly painful strokes it was over. I must have been close to passing out. I could have moved, stood up, refused to be treated like that but I didn't. I was so sorry I had upset her. I almost felt that I deserved the punishment. It was worth it if only she would forgive me.
The next thing I felt was a soothing coolness on my rear. My darling wife had sat down beside me and was gently rubbing cream into my used behind. 'You silly boy. You should know not to upset me. You must realise how protective of me your master has become. He simply will not tolerate me being dissobeyed or disrespected in any way. I hope you learned from that hiding because I don't think this slave ass of yours can stand many more beatings like that.'
She sounded so kind. She must have forgiven me. 'I'm sorry maam. I promise it won't happen again. I'm sorry.'
'I know sweety, I know. We'll talk about it tomorrow. Now get some relax.'
I turned my head to watch her leave with her lover, once more holding his hand.
My sore ass prevented me from lying on my back so I laid on my side facing the wall that divided my room from my wife's. My pink maid's outfit was laid over a chair against the wall and I stared at it as I listened to the unmistakeable sounds of lovemaking coming through the wall. I was my mistress' slave. I had upset her and been justly punished by her man. Now she was in his arms enjoying his superior lovemaking whilst I listened and felt my heart swell with love and my imprimistered cock with lust.

I was up early the next morning and dressed to go to work. I was standing at the kitchen counter (sitting was out of the question) when my wife walked in and jumped up to sit on the counter in front of me. She was wearing her lover's shirt and still had on the white stockings from last night. I panicked slightly as I remembered that I should not be in the room alone with her. As I went to leave she laughed, 'It's alright slave, John knows I'm here with you. He said you can have an exception to the rule for a few minutes.'
Relaxing slightly I turned back and looked at her beautiful nylon encased legs (she hadn't said anything about being allowed to look her in the face ).
'I thought we could have a little chat before you go to work. John will be moving some of his things from his flat and bringing them here today. I'll need to clear your things out of my room to make some space for him. Your work clothes can go in the guest room together with the tracksuit you wear over your uniform to clean the windows and things. The rest of your male clothes can be stored away in the loft. Oh, that reminds me, John will need your car. That old rust heap of his can't be relied on. I told him to get rid of it and use your car, just until he finds a job. You don't mind do you sweety? After all, the only it's only half an hour on the bus for you to get to work or home each day isn't it?'
He had my wife and now he was to have my car ! Great !
'You don't look very happy slave. Is there a problem?'
'No maam.' I answered quickly, in defence of my still agonising ass.
'Good. Now just one other thing and I think I would like you to kneel while I'm talking to you slave.'
I knelt quickly, fixing my gaze on her tiny white nylon covered feet.
'I think that to be fair to John I need to have some quality time with him. I also think that it would do you and I good to have a little time alone. Absence makes the heart grow fonder and all that.'
What ? Time alone ? Why ?
'We've decided on a little schedule for each of us to follow. I think it's the only way to make sure that everyone gets their fair share. Relationships are about compromise don't you think slave?'
What the hell was she talking about?
'Come closer slave. Put your face next to my feet. Close enough to smell my cute little stockinged feet. But not too close mind. Remember the no touching rule.'
Oh cuckolds brownie she smelt good. How I longed to take those tiny feet in my hands. To carress them, kiss them....
'Saturdays and Sundays you will spend here with your master and mistress. Monday and Tuesday you will spend alone at John's flat. On Wednesdays we will join you there. Then, finally, Thurdays and Fridays you will spend here on your own whilst we stay at John's flat.'
What was she saying? I couldn't take it all in. Here alone? They would join me at his flat?
'Don't worry you'll soon get the hang of it. I'll mark the days on the callender for you. Now you'd better go and catch your bus. Don't forget to leave the car keys for John. Off you go.'

'You can come back here after work. we'll start the new programme from this Saturday. That will give John time to settle in and you time to see that I'm fine with John and it's ok for you to leave me with him. I don't want you worrying about me. I do choose such protective men don't I. Well bye sweetheart, see you tonight.
As I stood at the bus stop I pondered over my fate. Here I was standing in the rain because I had to give my car to my wife's lover. I was going out to work leaving her to lie cuddled up to another man. They would probably be screwing all day in my marital bed. I was earning the money while he lived in my house, ate my food, drove my car and made love to my wife. I couldn't believe how pathetic I was. Neither could I believe how hard my treacherous cock was pushing against its tight confines.
When I arrived home that night there was a note pinned to the notice board in the kitchen. It tlold me that they had eaten and I could help myself to their leftovers. I was then to shower, shave and dress in the new uniform that I would find in my room.
The uniform in question was like something out of a period drama on tv. The dress was thick black cotton with a high victorian collar. It was full length with a white pinnafore to finish it off. Underneath I was to wear a pair of knickerbockers and a long wkite frilly slip. Worst of all was an old fashioned whale bone corset. How was I supposed to get into that? Fortunately my wife came in. 'Do you like it? It took John ages to find it on the internet. I hope you'll have the good manners to thank him when you see him.'
'Yes maam,' I answered fingering the laces on the corset.
'Well, lets get you dressed and see how it looks.'
After much pulling and tugging, smoothing out and adjusting I stood while my wife fitted a long black wig to my head and pinned a little white doily maid's hat to it. The outfit was incredibly heavy and stiflingly hot. The boots to go with it were black leather with small heels, a lttle more practical than I had been used to recently but I still marvelled at how servant girls of old had managed to work wearing such awkward garments. I was immediately sweating heavily and the cruel corset made it impossible for me to breath in properly.
'Very nice sweetheart. I'm sure John will be very pleased. Now to finish off the scene I will be using this in future.' She held up a small bell.
'When you hear it ring you must drop everything and attend me wherever I am in the house do you understand?'
'Yes maam,' I curtsied. I don't know why, it just happened. Talk about immersing yourself in the role !
I was dusting in the lounge when I heard the bell for the first time. I rushed upstairs as quickly as my corset and long dress would allow and entered my wife's bedroom.
'Come and help me with this slave.'
Shit ! My eyes were out on stalks. She was pulling on my favourite sexy outfit. It was a cute little pink rubber number that made her look like an erotic little doll. With it she wore white silk stockings, little white socks with bows at the heels and white stilletoes. I loved that outfit. It had always been my favourite, guaranteed to make me rock hard and desperate to burry my straining cock in her pussy and my face into her bossom where I could inhale her scent mixed with the headily erotic smell of rubber. It was having that same effect now but this time I was not free to act on my desires. Then I remembered I was not supposed to be alone with her.
'It's ok slave, John is in the bath, he can hear us but I don't want him to see me until I'm ready. The bath was en-suite and the door had been left open. I moved to help my wife into the clinging rubber dress and smooth out the wrinkles.
'There, so how do I look slave?'
'I....um...' Lost for words I stood staring at her, making sure to avoid looking at her face.
'Come on what's wrong, cat got your tongue?' she laughed.
'Beautiful maam, you look beautiful.'
'I should hope so. Now go and help your master. Dry him off and bring him to me.'
I walked across the bathroom to get a towel from the rail and held it up to wrap around him when he stepped out of the bath. I was filled with offense at the idea of rubbing another man dry but he snatched the towel from me anyway. 'Give me that ! What are you a fucking queer or something ? Like the idea of rubbing me dry all over do you?' I was burning with embarrassment, stood there hands clasped in front of me, head bowed. 'You fucking faggot ! No wonder your wife preffers you as a maid.'
I had to stay and suffer his insults until he was dry as my wife had told me to bring him to her. Following him out into the bedroom I was not surprised at all by his reaction when he saw my wife laid on the bed. 'Fuck me !'
' I intend to babe,' she answered.
Without looking at me he just pointed to the door and said one word, 'Out.'

A couple of hours later when the bell rang again I was cleaning the downstairs toilet. I quickly washed my hands and rushed upstairs. 'Come in slave. Kneel at the side of the bed.'
She was lying on her side resting on her elbow. He was behind her with one arm around her waist. The air smelt of sex with hints of expensive perfume and warm rubber. My cock twitched and swelled futilely.
'I think enough time has passed now for everyone to have calmed down enough for us to discuss your behaviour last night slave,' my wife began.
'Please maam, I'm really sorry.'
'Yes we've been through that now shut up and listen. Your master and I have discussed it at some length. You should know that he wanted to have you castrated. If not surgically, then chemically.'
What ?!
'It's alright, calm down, I decided that was not a good idea. Not that I would feel sorry for you mind. It's just that if your useless littls balls were removed you would loose the desire for sex. You might still love me but you wouldn't lust after me the way you do now. I don't want to take away your ability to have sex just the opportunity. I want you hanging on desperately to the hope of being allowed to cum. I want your balls swollen and blue, aching with pent up sexual frustration, not shrivelled and dried and used by me for earings.' They both laughed but I could see nothing funny. I waited with baited breath for what was coming next.
'I have decided to put last night down to lack of practice. We agreed that you would remain locked up until Christmas at least did we not?'
'Yes maam.' Hardly an agreement, more like she had insisted but I was not about to contradict her at this delicate moment.
'The bad news is that I am extending that by a few days as punishment for your misbehaviour. You will, behaviour permitting, be allowed relief on your birthday on January 1st. I presume that should make it quite a special celebration for you.'
'Yes maam. Thank you maam.' I had waited this long, a few days would hardly matter.
'The good news is that up until then I will allow you to remove your cage once every month to practice your obedience. You will perform for us as we choose and stop immediately you are told. There will be no cumming. At least not for you.' she laughed again. 'However, if either of us has reamister to find fault with your behaviour these sessions may be delayed or cancelled. Do you understand?'
'Yes maam, I understand. Thank you maam.' Dare I hope that my situation might be improving.
'Now then, finally. I believe I decided that after your twelve month relief you would then serve three years in chastity before being allowed another orgasm. Then after the three year release you were to be locked away permanently. Yes?'
Shit, I was hoping she might have forgotten all that. Anyway, she had said we would discuss permanent chastity, nothing had been decided.
'You are a very lucky slave. I have decided to show some pity for you. After your orgasm on your next birthday you will remain chaste for two years. Thereafter one year will be added each time you cum. Alongside that, as your obedience improves, as I'm sure it will, you will, of course, need less practice. Consequently the period in months between your releases for obedience training will correspond to the prevailing period in years between your permitted orgasms. This year you will be allowed to play with your little thing for my amusement every month. After your birthday orgasm it will be every two months and so on.'
I was thinking hard trying to take it all in. Was I better off or worse?
'The milkings you have had will continue. John says you don't need them but I enjoy them so they will stay, although they may be few and far between. Now I'm sure you would like to exprss your spreciation....'
'Please maam, thank you for....everything,' then as I remembered an earlier suggestion from my wife,' Please sir, thank you for my new uniform.' They were no longer listening. He had pulled her round to face him and was kissing her deeply as she reached for his once more hardening cock.

This is getting more like "The Bitchy Tease" every day. The problem with that story was that beyond a certain point, there was no tension in the tale as it was clear that the hero? was never going to be allowed to come. His hope died at the same time as the story, the rest was just use. This story is so frustrating (yes, I know) in that it is really well written and the plot is good but the two partners just don't seem to love each other. Why does he put up with it if all she does is use him?

I'm still glued to it though Blue. Well done.

Thanks for your insiteful comments peakmb. Please stick with the story though. I cannot jump ahead as it would spoil the tension but I think you will find it more interesting than the bitchy tease. Also, don't forget, this really happened!

I felt like an intruder in my own wife's bedroom in my own house. I made to leave but my wife called me back. 'Don't go slave. Now that the technicalities are taken care of we can have some fun. Why don't you ask this handsome stud to make love to me. Go ahead, he won't bite.'
'Would ..... I mean, please sir, would you make love to my wife ?'
'Why ?' he answered, smiling. I looked to my wife for support but she was nuzzling his neck and purring like a kitten.
' Sir, my wife loves it when you do. She wants you very much.'
'And what about you slave, do you like to watch me making love to your wife?'
'Yes sir, very much.' I hated admitting it but the fact was that I did. I loved to watch her with other men. Making love to her myself was amazing - as far as I could remember - but it was facinating and deeply erotic to be able to step outside the act and observe from a distance. To see her desire mounting, her gorgeous body responding, becoming desperate. Then to see her reach a shattering orgasm, her arms and legs grasping, her face flushed, her moans turning to screams, her eyes closing tightly squeezing out tears of desire and joy. I loved it. Then there was the jealousy and offense that knotted my stomache and made me lightheaded. I loved that too.
'Ok then,' he laughed,'this one is especially for you. Enjoy.'
As they went back to snogging deeply, their hands exploring each other's bodies like teenagers my wife slipped off her stunning white stilletoes. They dropped off the bed and I picked them up. Holding them to my face I kissed the outsides before pushing each one over my nose to inhale her scent. It was a heaven sent moment for a cuckold. Kneeling at the side of my wife's bed watching her make love to another man, dressed in a girly victorian maids outfit, cock straining at its cage, holding her gogeous shoes to my face. Seeing and hearing her passion while smelling the shoes that had been so honoured to encase her tiny feet.
As he mounted her she turned to look at me. Her smile was the answer to all my desires. She aproved of my worship. What else could I ever need or want.
Then she whispered to her thrusting lover, ' Darling do you mind if my cucky slave kisses my feet?'
He grunted a reply and she nodded to me. I had to stand and then bend over to reach her feet which were now resting on her lovers ass, digging into his cheeks to urge him on to yet greater efforts. I kissed them lovingly all over, matching my movements to their increasing pace of rising and falling. Then as they came almost together, I sucked her toes into my mouth as they curled in ecxtasy.
Kneeling back on the floor , I was ignored as they whispered sweet nothings to each other. My cock raged futilely as I listened.
'You can do that to me any time you like baby.' she told him.
'Don't worry, I intend to.' he laughed.
'Did you like my outfit ?'
'Oh hell, yea! Its fucking amazing!'
'It was my hubbies favourite, back in the days when I used to wear it for him. Now its all for you my darling. My sexy lover. My special, special boyfriend.'
He kissed her and ran his fingers through her long dark silky hair.
'I love you you know. I want you every minute of every day. I think about you all the time we are apart. It broke my heart when we fell out. Promise me we won't fall out again. Promise me that big gorgeous cock belongs to me forever.'
'You know it does.'
'It's gonna be so good now. I'm so glad you decided to accept him and help me train him as our slave. You know it's to our advantage to have him around don't you. We have our very own slave to serve us as we please, and we can have hours of amusement from torturing and humiliating him.'
'Yea I know,' he said, grinning at me.
Getting up to go to the loo, my wife patted my head. 'Sorry slave, you're not allowed to touch me now so I have to clean this up myself, unless....' she looked at him.
'Ok take him with you and do it in the bathroom. I don't want to see him touch you.'
'Thanks babe.' she smiled happily,' Come on stupid hop to it !'

Kneeling with my head up her dress licking their combined juices from her swollen pussy the smell of rubber mixed with their combined odours to produce a heady cuckold cocktail. 'I could make a fortune if I could simulate that and bottle it.' I thought.
'That's my good little slave. Clean up all that mess and your mistress will give you a little treat.'
Finishing my task I was told to turn around while she undressed and slipped into her fluffy pink dressing gown.
'Ok cucky you can turn around now. Here is your special treat.' She handed me her rubber dress, stockings and little white socks. 'The dress needs licking inside and out. You'll be able to taste my sweat on the inside and John's on the outside. Then you can put the stockings and socks in your mouth and suck them clean. Take them back to your room and do them properly.'
'Yes maam.'
John was propped up against the headboard as I left the en-suit bathroom. I kept my eyes averted but he stopped me.
'You know she's mine now don't you?'
'Yes sir,' I whispered.
'You've lost her completly. I own her. That means I own you.'
I stood saying nothing. I could hear my wife behind me, combing her hair and singing to herself.
'I'll be fucking her anytime I like any way I like and there is fuck all you can do about it. Is there slave?'
'No sir.'
'So you better be real careful you little wanker, cos I intend to be as cruel to you as I'm gonna be loving to her. Then again, that's what gets you off isn't it, you sad bastard.'
What could I say? He was right I guess.
'I'm here to stay this time looser and I'm gonna enjoy every minute. Every second. With my new slut and my new cuckold slave girl.'
Just then my wife walked in.'You boys having a nice man to man chat?'
'We sure are, aren't we slave?
'Yes sir.'
'He was just saying how glad he is that I'm back, weren't you. He says he hopes I stay forever. He loves to see how happy you are when I'm around. Isn't that right slave?'
'Yes sir.'
'Right now take your mistress' dirty laundry and fuck off out of my site. I feel another shag comung on.'
'Oh you are such an natural. He's insatiable isn't he slave?'
'Yes maam.'
'Well go on then. Do as your master says, get out.'

I was lying on the bed in the spare room trying to get comfortable. I had cleaned my wife's outfit as instructed and then had realised there was no way I could undress without help. The maids outfit buttoned at the back. The best I could do was to remove the boots. The corset was *******ing me as I turned over yet again seeking some respite from its grip. Fortunately my wife must have realised and she eventually came to my aid.
'It's ok slave I have John's permission to come and help you undress. He wanted to leave you like this but I persuaded him. You have been good today so you deserve a lttle break. Come on lets get you out of those things.'
The relief was incredible. I could breath!
'There now, that's better isn't it?'
'Yes maam, thank you maam.'
'Now here is one of my old nighties, you can keep it and wear it for bed. I want to have you in girl's clothes as much as possible now. I think it's for the best. It helps to convince John that you are no competition for him, it amuses me and, unless I'm mistaken, it turns you on like crazy, doesn't it?'
I had to admit she was right. Having to dress as a girl was so deeply and erotically humiliating. Even better was dressing in girl's clothes that my wife had worn. I pulled the nighty over my head and she told me to climb into bed before tucking me in and sitting on the edge of the bed stroking my hair.
'Poor baby, you must be desperate now. Desperate to cum but, if I know you, even more desperate to hold me. I can see the longing in your eyes. You have no idea how much that turns me on. Having a virile young lover eager to fuck me senseless twenty four hours a day is great, its amazing. But the thrill of denying you is even better. I ache to deny you as much as you ache to hold me. The dance of emotions across your face, the hurt, the offense, the desperate desire, the hopelessness ! It all drives me wild ! The thought of teasing you to the edge of reamister then casually denying you almost causes me to faint ! I will be looking forward to your monthly tease sessions as much as you. Then, on your birthday, provided there is no added time for missbehaviour, I will drive you completely gaga before I finally let you cum. Then, once you have had your long awaited release there is the prospect of twice as long to wait next time, with twice as long between teasing sessions. I can't wait to see your face when that sinks in. Your oportunities for relief will grow steadily fewer and farther between but I will make very sure that your desire and your frustration continue to grow.'
'Please maam,' I ventured, 'I love you so much ! This denial hurts so sweetly. I would do anything to stop it and yet I want nothing more than for it to continue. I ache for you, for your cuddles, your kisses, your affection. I hate it when they go to someone else. But it just makes me want you more. I have never loved you as much as I do now. Thank you for playing this game. Thank you for being so strong for me. I will love you forever, more every day. I worship the ground you walk on. I will do anything for you, anything !'
Such was my state, the depth I had sunk to. Funny though, it didn't feel like I had sunk, rather it felt like I had risen so high !
'Ask me to go to him. Ask me to love him, to make love to him. Ask me my darling husband. Ask me.'
'Please maam, please go to your lover. Please make love to my master while I lie here and love you. Please be his woman, reject me, refuse me even the tinyest show of your affection. Keep all your love for him. Treat me like dirt on your shoe. I love you maam. I am your slave. I will do anything for you. I ask only your derision, your scorn. I live to be rejected by my darling wife. I know it turns you on and I love that. You should know that it turns me on too. Oh cuckolds brownie how it turns me on.'
'Good,' she smiled, 'Then we are each going to be very happy. Or at least I am. You may just have to settle for being very turned on. Goodnight my pet.'
She kissed my forehead and walked to the door.' Of course you know you are not permitted to speak to me slave ?'
'Yes maam,' I sighed.
'Good then you won't be surprised if you can't sit down at work tomorrow either. You may wake your master before you leave for work and ask him to deal with you. I'm sure he will love being woken early be his slave.'
Smiling sweetly she turned and left.
I snuggled down in my lonely bed and held onto the image of her beautifull smiling face as I drifted off to relax.

I love your stories. I especially love the worship of your wife's feet while she is with her lover.
Ronald Curry

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For some reamister it's extremely erotic trying to figure what John is going to do next.. Once John thinks he has total control back, seems to mellow a bit and cuck gets a break. The wondering keeps it definitely interesting. I like it, great plot..

OK, Blue. I'm getting there. It's way beyond anything I would find exciting but that's Cuckoldplace for you, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Please carry on, I'm still hooked.

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Any moment where their respective status in the relationship, or the sense of surrender is made explicit (ie., the last post) is very erotic. Very nice writing!