Merry Christmas Darling

Afterwards I was standing behind my wife carefully brushing out her long beautiful hair as she sat at her dressing table watching me in the mirror.
'Do you enjoy looking after me slave?'
'Yes maam, very much.......thank you.'
'You do understand what a privaledge it is for you to be allowed to touch me don't you?
'Oh yes maam, I do....very much. Thank you maam.'
The fact that other men, or should I say, real men, get to touch me anywhere they please any time they please is not your concern. You must focus on the fact that for a pathetic servant such as you the rules are different. The world of men and women and the sexual relations that go on between them is beyond your reach now and always will be. You failed the entry exam my pet. You didn't even come close to making the grade. You're neither man nor woman. You're simply a slave. It's what you were born to be. You know it and I know it.That's why you were a miserable failure as a husband. It's not your fault. You just don't have what it takes. Do you?'
'No maam, I'm sorry.'
'Oh it's ok silly. I don't mind. In fact I'm really very glad. I love my life now. I have the best of both worlds, an incredible sex life and a lovely home with a faithful slave to look after me. Isn't that true?'
'Yes maam, of course.'
'That's not to say you don't deserve to be punished though. After all, look at all the years we wasted with you trying to be something you're not. It's only fair that I should make you suffer for that wouldn't you agree?'
'Of course maam.......but my opinion does not matter,' I muttered in a pathetic attempt to gain favour.
'I love it when you belittle yourself to me slave. I'm not sure which I like most, when I humiliate you, when one of my lovers humiliates you, or when you just humiliate yourself. Which one do you like slave?'
'Please maam, I like everything you do or have done to me. But it doesn't matter what I think anyway. I exist to serve my mistress maam.'
'Nicely said slave,' she laughed and clapped her hands.

'Seriously though, ' she said as her hands went to the edges of her silk robe and she began to pull it apart over her chest. I stared mesmerised as the tops of her proudly firm breasts were revealed. 'You know you're never going to have me again. Ever. Don't you ?'
After a long pause in which my head and my cock struggled once more for supremacy I whispered, 'Yes maam..... I know.'
'You'll never feel these,' she teased, pulling her robe open just a little further allowing me a glimpse of her pink aureoles. 'You'll never run your hands over them, never lick them, never suck them into your mouth. But others will. Many others. I won't be short of takers, but you won't be one of them. Are you sure you can handle that?'
'Ne maam, I mean yes maam.......well, I'll try........ I mean.....I have no choice now. I love you. You know I'll do anything for you, anything at all.'
'Yes I do know that slave. I just enjoy teasing you over it. I'm going to tease you a lot you know. I'm going to remind you over and over what you've lost, what you'll never have again. I'll watch you cry. I'll watch you go mad with jealousy. I'll watch your heart break over and over again. And each time you'll come back for more won't you?'
'Yes maam, I'll always come back.'
'Your sex life is over now. While mine is just beginning. Then again, when I think about it, your sex life isn't really over. You probably have far more sexual urges now than you've ever done, and they are probably a lot stronger. It's your ability to satisfy those urges that's gone. Isn't it sweetheart?' she smiled sweetly, head cocked cutely to one side.
'Yes maam,' I agreed. 'I can't even begin to tell you how strongly I lust after you now. The fact that I can't do anything about it is agony. The thought that I will never be able to do anything about it is unbearable.'
'But you'll bear it anyway, won't you slave? '
'Yes maam.'
'And you'll worship me all the more for powering you to do so won't you?'
'Yes maam, thank you maam.'
'You do realise though, that its not just sexual contact that is off the menu for you don't you ? You'll never hold me and I'll never hold you. I'll never comfort you, never carress your cheek. I'll never hold your hand or kiss your lips. That's all gone, finished with. It wouldn't be right. You'll have to live without those things now. I don't know how but you'll have to find a way. It will be difficult for me too you know. I need to be held, to be loved, to hold hands with my man, to laugh and joke as equals. Fortunately I can find some of that with other men. Special ones like John. And of course I can bask in the love and adoration of my slave. Love that I demand he shows me every day. I have that too don't I?'
'Yes maam, of course. You'll always have that. Always.'
'You understand that you won't though, don't you ? I'll tease you, *** you, humiliate you, even punish and use you. You will through it all that I love you, but I'll very rarely show it. You'll have to learn to see it in other ways. For example, when I take the time to reward you as I'm about to now.'
Reaching for her handbag she opened it to remove something wrapped in tissue. As she opened it in front of me I could see it contained three used condoms, each tied at the neck to prevent any of their slimy contents escaping.
'You know why I've brought these home don't you slave?' she asked.
'Yes maam, 'I swallowed, a lump in my throat.
'On your knees slave. Take my gift and show me how much you apreciate my love.'

Blue,
I have to hand it to you. This story went so far off target for me, I gave up on it and its physical use. Then suddenly the idiots leave the story and you have what was always the best. A serious, complex cuckold love story of quite extraordinary power, and beautifully written. Well done and thanks for switching it back.

once again blue, you made my weekend ! Thank you very much!!!

Anoher one of your fans waiting patiently for the next posting - unfortunately the CB3000 is restraining any enjoyment but my mind is working overtime.

Tanya xx

Things went a little quiet for the next couple of weeks and I enjoyed imencely having my wife's full attention. She, unfortunately, seemed a little bored and took every oportunity to amuse herself at my expence. She teased me mercilessly about my lack of manhood, compared my every attempt to please her unfavourably with one or more of her lovers and took any oportunity she could to find an excuse to have me drop my knickers and bend over while she blistered my poor ass with her cane. These grosely unfair episodes always ending in me apologising profusely whilst slurping at her shoes or boots. If I was forgiven she would eventually allow me the privaledge of removing her footware and bestowing my love and adoration on her dainty bare feet. If not I would be banished to the garden shed and left for hours with my hands tied over the rafter. If she was really mad they would be tied behind me and hoisted up by a rope from the rafter until I was bent over, arms wrenching almost out of their sockets and left until such time as she felt like releasing me, usually after at least one more thrashing from a cane or crop.
Not everyone's idea of heaven but I revelled in it. She was all mine. That is until she told me about the call from John.

I had annoyed her by not finding and picking up the underware she had thrown behind the sofa the previous night. She had come home with Michael, Master John's nephew. They had bumped into each other in town and gone for a quiet take which led to her inviting him back. I had stayed out of their way busying myself with housework upstairs. It was early morning when he left and I was arelax in the spare room. The next morning I was busy scrubbing the marks of their passion from the sofa when she entered the room and immediately recovered her thong. I had no idea it was there but that was not considered a viable excuse. She was already mad at me for going to bed the previous night. I had thought I was doing the best thing. She clearly had no use for me. Wrong again I guess !
So there I was, in the shed, wrists bound, arms pulled up behind me awaiting my mistress's pleasure. She had gone back in the house to get her riding crop but had been gone for quite a while. My arms ached unbearably and my legs were shaking with the strain when she eventually appeared, mobile phone in one hand, crop in the other.
'Guess who I've been talking to cuckolds brownie head,' she greeted me.
'I don't know maam. Please maam my arms.....'
'Shut the fuck up ! You are already on thin ice my girly slave. Do you want to add bad manners and lack of respect to your list of crimes ?'
'No maam, I'm sorry.'
'That's better. Now, as I was saying, I've had a lovely call from your master, John. He's missing me terribly. He's coming down from Scotland to see me. In fact, he want's to take me away for a few days. Somewhere warm, so we can catch up, get to know each other again.'
I couldn't see how they could possibly know each other any better but I held my tongue.
'Of course I wouldn't dream of going without asking my darling husband. Would you mind if I left you for a week baby, to go and enjo some sun, sea, sand and sex with my lover ?'
Actually I minded a lot. Of all the men she had slept with, he was the worst. He disgusted me. He made it very clear he felt the same about me and I hated the thought of my darling wife seeing him again, even for a few hours, but a few days ! Alone without me ! Bearing in mind how he had originally tried to take her from me and how she had nearly *******ed me with her threats of leaving me for him ! No way ! I was my wife's devoted slave but there was a limit, even for me.

'Please maam I don't think it's...... I mean are you....do you think.......'
CRACK ! the crop stung my defenceless rear. I tried to straighten up but couldn't. Instead I bit my lip and refused to cry out. CRACK ! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! 'Aaaaagh no please maam, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry !!!!!
Her soft little hand felt cool as she carressed my face. Tears were rolling down and dripping from my cheeks as she knelt down to bring her face level with mine. She was so close I could feel her warm breath on my face.
'You are a silly slave aren't you dear. You see I have a crop in my hand so you insist on making me angry.'
'I'm sorry maam,' I blubbered yet again, 'It's just that .... I mean I know it's not my place and I'll always love you and worship you no matter what, but...'
'Shhhh, don't say any more. I know what you mean. John is different for you isn't he ? It's because he tried to take me away from you isn't it? You hate him I know. He's hurt you a lot so many times hasn't he. Physically and emotionally. You hate him and you're scared of him aren't you ?'
Looking deeply into her gorgeous green eyes as she held my chin up I burst into wracking sobs.
'Shhh it's ok. I know baby, I know.' Her stroking of my hair just made me worse and I sobbed uncontrolably for long while.
Eventually, as my pitiful crying eased, my wife kissed my forehead and stood. 'Alright that's enough,' she scolded me, 'I take it that you don't want me to go. That's good. I take it too that if I do go it will hurt and humiliate you deeply. Am I right slave?'
'Yes maam,' I answered, seeing a glimmer of hope.
'Then you must understand my pet, why I will be accepting John's offer. In fact, better still, you will accept it for me. '
I watched in despare as she began dialling on her mobile phone.' I'm warning you slave, do not even think about dissapointing me.'
Switching to speakerphone so that I could hear, she giggled when John's deep voice answered. 'Hi baby, its me. I'm just ringing to tell you I asked him.'
'Oh yea ?' he answered,' And what did the sissy faggot say?'
'Well why don't I put him on and he can tell you himself.'
She held the phone close to my mouth with one hand while she used the other to tap her crop against the shiny steel of my chastity tube's cover plate. What the fuck was I supposed to say ?
'Hello sir, I erm... I think......that is I....just wanted to say thank you for offering to take my wi....my mistress on holiday. I know she is really keen to go and I'm sure you will look after her.'
'If by looking after her you mean fucking her brains out then yea, I'll look after her all right !'
My wife laughed out loud and I cringed in disgust.
'Well, is that what you meant slave, answer the man !' my wife insisted.
'Yes sir, I know you will take care of her needs very well. You always do.'
'Listen up you stupid fucked up excuse for a sissy faggot,' he snarled, 'If I ... no scratch that....WHEN I take your mistress wife away on holiday I will be spending every second in her company. I will be holding her and she will be holding me. We will never be apart. I will be fucking her, making love to her, every chance I get. Make no mistake boy, your wife will spend the entire week with my spunk leaking from one or another of her three holes.......Just so you understand.'
'I think he gets the picture, don't you slave ?' my wife laughed. She switched off the speaker phone and walked out of the shed talking and giggling animatedly as she closed the door on me. I tried desperately to wriggle some relief into my aching limbs as I listened to her stilleto heels click up the garden path.

I was in real pain by the time she came back and greatly relieved to see she had left the crop back in the house.
'How are you feeling slave?' she asked sweetly. 'Do you still feel a little angry, a little put out by your sexy little wife's antics?'
'No maam,' I lied.
'But I think you do slave,' she insisted. 'But don't worry I know exactly how to help you get over your silly little feelings.'
It was such a relief when she untied me ! I groaned in apreciation as I straightened my back. Slipping on a robe I followed her back into the house. I was told to go straight to her bathroom and kneel naked beside the toilet.
Soon after she followed me into the bathroom holding a glass of white wine. She had me pull down her knickers and help her step out of them. Then she lifted the toilet seat and had me turn around so that I could lean back to place the back of my neck on the rim of the toilet bowl. The hair at the back of my head dipped into the toilet water as she lowered the seat onto my neck. Turning away from me she lifted her skirt and slowly lowered her gorgeous but toward my upturned face. Just as her weight settled gently onto the seat pressing onto my neck and making it difficult to breath, I heard her speak.
'So tell me my proud head strong husband, how manly do you feel now? How much of a tough guy are you ? Lieing there under my ass looking up hoping I won't decide to either fetish you with the toilet seat or slady you with my butt ! Do you still feel up to defending my honour? Are you still ready to voice your opinions about who I should or should not relax with. Who I'm allowed to go on holiday with. Well ? Lets hear it my proud strong husband. Lets hear you being a big man.'
Point made, I thought, as tears once more pricked my eyes. Who was I kidding? This had gone too far, way too far for me to start trying to exert my influence now. I was nothing, that much was clear. I might as well forget about having any opinions about anything. Nobody would ever give a cuckolds brownie, especially not my wife.
So, seeing no other alternative I said nothing.
'What's the matter,' she teased,' Pussy got your tongue ?'
Her laughter brought a red hot shame to my face but the sight of her gorgeous ass, her beautiful pussy ! Both things denied to me for so long, maybe for ever ! My cock was straining harder than ever against its unyielding primister. Fuck I loved her. I loved everything about her. I loved what she was doing to me.
'Oh well,' she sighed, 'Since you're there....' I heard her giggle as she released a hot salty stream of piss all over my face. Without thinking I opened my mouth wide and drank deeply of her essence. Unfortunately I could not take fast enough and it went everywhere. Down my front, over the seat, onto the floor. When she finally finished and stood she turned to look down at me. She was a gooddess. Her cruel smirk as she looked down at me, her devoted husband of many years, head under her toilet seat, face soaked in her piss, broke my heart all over again and had my cock tube straining at its seams.
'Clean up that mess slave,' she ordered coldly. 'Use your tongue. I don't see why I should waste money on cleaning materials when I have your tongue available. Then get on with your housework. Stay out of my way. I've had enough of looking at your sad stupid slave face for now. I'll let you know if I want anything.'
'Yes maam,' I answered as I lifted the toilet seat to release my head. 'Please maam, I hope you have a lovely holiday with Master John.' As I bent my head to begin licking her piss from the toilet seat she answered, her voice fading as she walked away, 'I don't think that's any of your business slave.'

Still here, blue. I've been loving the last few chapters.

Thank you again Blue! I really look forward to reading more.

I think I remember you mentioned in a previous post that you have to get permission from your Mistress and Master before posting so I kind of had a hint that your Mistress may be getting back with John. On the other hand, my memory is not perfect and it may be someone else other than John. This story has really got my attention, I look forward to reading it and have this page bookmarked so I can check for updates often. Thank you for writing this!

I'm still checking this page daily for updates )

haha hope all is well, and I look forward to hearing from you. My old/fragile laptop died this weekend and I went out and bought a new one. One of the first things I did was check this page to check for updates.

Humanchair, you really are an inspiration ! If I got feedback like yours from everyone who read my story it would be amazing. I think most people just read it and get their enjoyment from it without any idea of the work that has gone into getting it down on paper. I keep thinking I am getting near the end then I remember something else or something else happens that I think you guys might like to read.
Well here goes the next part. Enjoy !!!

The following Saturday I arrived home with the weekly shopping to find a baby cot in pieces in the hallway.' Oh yes,' smiled my wife and mistress,' Julie left that for you. She asked me to tell you she keeps her promises. You'd better get it put together in your room after you put the shopping away.'
I remembered the promise very well. She had said that if my wife asked her to look after me, or, as she put it, baby sit me, while she went out with another man, she would be dressing me and treating me as the little baby I was.
I quickly went about putting the shopping away, stripped off my tracksuit and adjusted my pink maids uniform, thinking, not for the first time, of the potential embarrassment of being taken ill or knocked down by a car whilst out shopping. What would the nurses say when I arrived at the hospital and they undressed me to tend my wounds ! ?

It only took a few minutes to assemble the cot and I stood looking at it in the corner of my room. It was tiny. I seriously doubted it would hold my weight. The whole idea was ridiculous. I couldn't believe my wife was going along with this. Being dressed as a sissy maid was embarrassing sure, but it had its sexy side. Where was the fun in being dressed and treated as a baby ? The only advantage I could see was the chance to see Julie again. Or should I say, mistress Julie. She was a little bitch. A cruel little bitch. I felt like such a pathetic wimp when in her presence. She made no secret of how pathetic she thought I was. I hated the embarrassment she always delighted in putting me through, but at the same time, she was incredibly atractive and her cruel nature only served to make her more so in my eyes.
I spent most of the afternoon preparing my wife for her night out. I ran her bath, dried her, picked out her clothes. I dried her gorgeous hair and painstakingly applied varnish to the toe nails of her tiny feet. I polished her shoes and brought her glasses of chilled wine.
Eventually she told me to go away. 'I want to prepare myself mentally for the night ahead slave. Michael will be picking me up at seven. We're going to that restaurant you used to take me to on the coast. You remember, we used to call it our place ?' Yes I remembered. I guessed it wasn't our place anymore. 'After that he's taking me dancing. You know how I love to dance. I used to have a husband to take me dancing. Now I have a slave instead, and slaves don't get to dance with their mistresses, do they sissy?'
'No maam,' I answered, a lump in my throat. 'It wouldn't be right maam'.
'Not to worry though,' she continued. 'I doubt if I'll ever be short of someone to take me.'
'I don't think you will ever have that problem maam, ' I assured her.
'Excuse me ?' she snapped. Oh fuck I'm in trouble again I thought. Why did she always do this ? Why did I always fall for it ? When I expected her to be cruel she would break my heart with a kind word or a fleeting touch of her hand. When I expected her to be kind, like just now when I complimented her, she would suddenly switch and my heart would be broken once more by her cruelty.
'Who the fuck do you think you are ?'
'I....I....I'm sorry maam, I didn't mean to..'
CRACK, her hand seared across my face. Tears burst from my eyes but they were tears of frustration rather than pain. Why did she do this ? It wasn't fair. I was trying my best. I always tried my best for her.
'You need to remember who you are slave. Or should I say, what you are. You have no opinions. At least none that matter. How dare you presume to talk to me like that. Look at you. A grown man. Mincing around in a pink rubber maids outfit preparing your wife for another man, a real man, a man less than half your age by the way. A man that makes me feel like a woman. Which is more than you ever did.'
She had me there, as usual.
'Get out of my sight. Go to your room. Julie can deal with you when she gets here. Go on, get out before I really loose my temper'.

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Julie arrived at about six o'clock and I could hear her talking and laughing with my wife downstairs. Eventually I heard a car pull up outside and then the front door slammed. My wife had gone without even saying goodbye !
About ten minutes later Julie walked in carrying a hold all. As I jumped up from the bed and knelt in front of her subseriantly she threw the bag at me and told me I had five minutes to get dressed. With that she was gone.
I opened the bag and tipped out the contents. My heart sank as I sorted through the oversized baby clothes it contained. I would have to speak to my wife about this when she returned. I loved being my wife's slave. I could even handle being mistreated by her friends occassionally, especially when they were as atractive as Julie. This was too much though. Being used to fulfl this girls perverted fantasies. I belonged to my wife not to this cruel sick bitch. I would go along with it for now, what choice did I have ? But this was definitely the one and only time !
I stripped off my uniform and dressed in what she had brought. When she returned I was stood red faced wearing a nappy (diaper for you American guys ) , plastic incontinence pants and a lemon coloured baby girl dress with matching yellow woollen booties and hand mits.
Before I dropped my embarrassed gaze to the floor I caught sight of M Julie's lips tightening as she struggled not to laugh out loud.
'On the floor baby,' she instructed, ' babies don't stand up.' Now let me see you crawl over here.' She walked over to the bed and sat down. She was dressed rather young herself with a little tarten skirt, white blouse, white knee length cotton socks and cute little white trainers with pink laces. She was good at this, I had to admit. Her dressing to make herself look so young and innocent was not just a huge turn on and a cruel tease, it was also to make it even more embarrassing. Such a young girl ! Her responsibility ? To look after the nice lady's baby while the lady spent time with her man. Adult time. Time where baby's are put to one side, looked after by someone else. Time where the adults can relax and do adult things. Things baby's shouldn't see !
'That's a good baby. We're going to have a lovely time together if you are a good little girl for your aunty Julie. Now sit up so Aunty Julie can give you your dummy.'
The dummy, like the clothing was oversized and filled my mouth. It had a pink ribbon attatcarbonsmudged which M Julie tied in a bow around my head preventing me from pushing it out of my mouth.
'There you go baby. That stays in until Aunty Julie gives baby her bottle. Does baby like her dummy ?'
'Eaugh Aum, ' I mumred around the large rubber teat.
'Naughty baby,' M Julie scolded. 'Babies don't speak, they nod or shake their heads.'
Quickly I nodded. 'That's better. You just be carefull my girl or Aunty Julie will be taking you over her knee for some naughty botty spanks.'
'Oh fuck,' I thought. 'Get me out of hear !'
I spent the next couple of hours downstairs. Crawling down a flight of stairs isn't easy believe me. I had to sit on a large pink plastic mat and pretend to play with the various baby toys I was presented with whilst my Aunty Julie watcarbonsmudged tv. Occassionally she would ruffle my hair or make baby sounds at me. I was red faced the whole time. I thought I knew embarrassment but this was a new level for me.
'Ok baby, time for your bottle.' She dissapeared into the kitcarbonsmudgen and came back with a real baby bottle full of warm milk. I had to hld it in both mitted hands and take enthusiastically. That wasn't much fun but the next bit was !
'Come and get on Aunty Julie's knee so she can birp you baby,' she smiled as she patted her knee. She smelt gorgeous as I knelt either side of her legs leaning forward my head on her shoulder as she patted my back. If my poor cock hadn't been locked away in its tube and behind its shiny shield it would have been stabbing through her stomacarbonsmudge ! It was paradise, but it got better.
'Back on the floor for baby now. Aunty Julie needs to get another bottle for her greedy baby.' When she brought the next bottle she sat on the pink mat, her back against the sofa. As she lifted her little tarten skirt my eyes popped out on stalks. No knickers !
I was mesmerised as she took the baby bottle and began to rub the rubber teat against her pussy lips and over her rapidly swelling clit. 'Does baby want some more milk ?' she teased. 'Well he has to work for it this time. He has to lick it from his Aunty Julie's pussy. Come on baby be a good girl for Aunty Julie.'
I doubt if milk had ever tasted so good or been takes so enthusiastically. M Julie nearly screamed the place down as she came and I thought she was going to pull my hair out by the roots. When it was over I began to realise I needed to pee. I really needed to pee. How could I tell her ? I pointed to my groin and tried to communicate with my eyes but she got the wrong idea.
'You naughty baby. How dare you have rude thoughts about your Aunty Julie ? You are going over my knee this instant little girl. I'll teach you !'
She jumped up on the couch and pulled me unceramoniously over her knees. I had no idea how strong she was or how hard those delicate looking hands of hers could be. She attacked the back of my thighs with gusto. The more I struggled the harder she slapped. I was soon crying real tears of pain and offense. I hated it but when she stopped and told me to turn over I just melted into her arms.
'There, there now. Silly baby getting her Aunty Julie all mad like that. You are silly aren't you ?'
She picked up the half empty baby bottle she had been using shortly before to stimulate herself and popped the teat into my mouth. I held it with both mitted hand as I looked up at her adoringly. 'Ssh baby, ssh. Drink your milk up for Aunty Julie there's a good girl.'
I could have laid there forever. I had hated the whole idea of this baby thing but now ? Now I was in heaven. I really felt like a baby. Helpless and in awe of this wonderful creature charged with my care. So enraptured was I that I was startled when I felt heat in my nappy. I had wet myself. Just like a real baby. I smiled at her around my bottle and she kissed my forehead.

'I hope you're not doing what I think you're doing baby,' she warned. How did she know ?
'I promised your mommy I'd have you trained and out of nappies into big girl panties soon. That means no wee wees in your nappy. I'm going to be very cross with you if you have.'
'Oh cuckolds brownie !' I thought.
'Come on get on the floor. Aunty Julie wants to carbonsmudgeck baby's nappy.'
So there I was, a grown man, yellow booties in the air while this teasing cold hearted young bitch pulled down my plastic pants and undid my nappy.
'Oh dear. Naughty baby !' she scolded me. 'Naughty naughty baby. Aunty Julie will have to do spanky bottoms now. Babies have to learn to be good. Come on sweetheart,' she said as she took my hand. 'Aunty Julie's going to take you upstairs. It's for your own good.'
I had to crawl at her side up the stairs, holding her hand, to my room. Once in there she dropped the side rails on the baby cot and had me climb into it. I had to kneel up to have my dummy refitted and then bend forward to have my still mitted hands cuffed together in front of me. The cot was so short that the soles of my feet were up against one end while the top of my head pressed against the other. My cuffed hands were under me as my bottom stuck up in the air.
M Julie bent to remove her trainers. Pushing one under my face she coldly informed me, 'Now baby this is for your own good. You can have one of my trainers to cuddle to show me how sorry you are. I'm going to use the other one on your naughty baby bottom. I won't have babies in my care being naughty. I just won't have it.'
SMACK, the rubber sole burnt into my ass. I squirmed in pain. Smack, another. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. My ass was on fire ! 'Stop that silly squirming right now you naughty baby. You'll take your medicine. You earned it, you'll take it.'
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK.
Tears blurred my vision as I cried around my dummy for mercy I knew I wouldn't get. Mercy I knew my cruel tormentress was incapable of giving.
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK !
'Is baby sorry now ?' she teased. 'Does baby want to apologise to his Aunty Julie ?'
I was nodding. Crying and nodding. Nodding and crying.
Suddenly it was over. I felt cool cream being gently applied to my ***d rear. It was bliss !
'There there, that's enough. No more crying now baby. Mommy's going to be home soon. We don't want her to see how naughty you've been do we?'
I was shaking my head like an idiot.
'Let's have you on your back now so Aunty Julie can put a clan nappy on you.'
So it was that when a car drew up outside in the early hours of the morning I was woken from a restfull relax. The dummy was still in place, my hands cuffed behind me now and attatcarbonsmudged to my trussed ankles. It wasn't the most comfortable position I'd ever slept in but it meant that I fitted into the cot. The side had been raised and I stared through the bars at the dim shape of my baby sitter, my Aunty Julie, as she slept soundly in my bed.
The hall light went on and spilled into the room as my wife tip toed in. Closing my eyes I pretended to be arelax. How could I face her like this ?
I smelt her perfume as she leaned over and placed her gorgeous full lips to my carbonsmudgeek, kissing me like a proud lady.
Nite nite little baby,' she whispered. 'Mommy is going to bed with the big strong man now.' Big strong man ? He was a boy ! But then compared to me right then I guess he was a man.
As she left the room she closed the door quietly behind her. A single hot tear traced over my carbonsmudgeek running over the place where I had recieved her blessed kiss. I loved her so much. I yearned for her so much I felt like I would die ! And here I was, a teased and denied, cruelly ***d and punished baby. Lying in my cot, dummy in my mouth while my darling wife joined her man in bed.

A couple of weeks later my wife sent me to the train station to collect John. I met in the carpark and drove him home. He asked me a lot of questions. Had my wife missed him, was I behaving myself, and so on. I gave him all the answers I thought he wanted.
When we arrived home he told me to bring his case while he went into the house. I entered to find him glued to my wife. Apart from black hold up stockings and patent leather stilletoes she was completely naked. I made to take his case upstairs but he stopped me.
'Where the fuck do you think you're going faggot ?'
'Sir, I'm just taking...'
'You're just taking a fucking liberty is what you're just taking,' he interupted. 'The big man is home now cuckolds browniehead. I'm here to re-claim my woman. When I'm here she belongs to me. That means her house does too and I don't want a sissy faggot in my house. So fuck off out !'
'Please sir, where do you want me to go?' I hated this. I hated him. He was even more obnoxious than I remembered.
'You can borrow my garden shed. Stay there till I say otherwise.'
I looked at my wife hoping she might intercede on my behalf. He couldn't come here and take over like this. Or maybe he could. She smiled cruelly at me then turned to him with her bottom lip sticking out like a spoilt young.
'Oh darling, aren't you gonna belt him for me. You know how it turns me on.'
'Later maybe babe,' he promised her. 'Right now I gotta get some of your pussy before I explode ! It's been a while and I've been saving it for you.'
'Oh thats nice baby. I hope it's not just my pussy you missed though,' she teased him. 'Don't forget my ass,' she laughed.
'How could I,' he smiled. Then arm in arm they ascended the stairs. Without even turning to look at me he growled, ' You better get moving faggot. I'll be out later to sort you out. Now fuck off.'
As I turned to leave I caught the sound of my wife's reply, ' Darling, I have so missed having you around !'

It must have been two or three hours later when I was shouted back into the house. I was dresding what might be coming next. There was no sign of my wife. John was standing in the dining room aranging some cable ties on the table.
'Get in here slave. Strip off and sit in that chair.'
Nervously I obeyed him. In seconds he had my legs tied to the chair legs and then he went on to use more cable ties to secure my forearms and hands, palm up, to the stout arms of the carver dining chair. When he left the room I experimented trying to find some slack in the ties. There was none at all.
'Sit still you fucking sad bastard,' he snarled as he came back into the room from behind me. I heard a rustle of polythene and then suddenly a clear plastic bag was pulled over my head. Another large cable tie was quickly and efficiently deployed to provide an air tight seal around my neck. I panicked for a moment afraid he might strangle me with the tie but he was careful not to overtighten it.
'Right sissy boy. I understand from your mistress that your behaviour hasn't been all it should be since I left.'
I didn't try to argue, what would be the point. I concentrated instead on trying to slow my breathing and so conserve my air. It was a loosing battle though as I felt the panic begin to rise in me.
'So, a short sharp lesmister is in order I think. Feel free to scream, plead, beg, whatever. In fact I think your wife is listening for it so don't dissapoint her, make it nice and loud.'
With that he picked up a thin bamboo rod from the table and slashed it down lengthways along my left thigh. Then without a pause the same thing to my right thigh. My legs felt like they'd been cut off with a hot knife. I screamed as he altered his position to bring that vicious implement swishing down across my left palm, then my right. He took a moment to savour my helpless thrashing and garred entreaties before he performed the cycle again.
Once, twice, three times. The plastic bag was steaming up, moisture causing it to stick to my sweating face as I heaved in all the air I could to produce my screamed entreaties. Surely my wife would hear. She would be able to tell the bastard had gone too far. He was fucking *******ing me. But no, she remained absent as he went around again, thighs then hands, four, five, six times.
It took a while for me to realise he had stopped hitting me. The air inside the bag had quickly grown stail and I struggled to see through the fogged up plastic. Had he gone ? Was he preparing to hit me again ? Fuck ! I couldn't stand this ! Panic was rising, washing over me ! I wrenched at my bonds crying, begging for release, promising anything, everything. Just please please let me out, let me breath !

I felt someone grab the plastic bag and watched as a pencil was shoved through and withdrawn. Twice more it happened as I heaved in feeling the cool wisps of fresh air on my sweating face. It wasn't enough, I needed more. Then I heard a now familiar sound. It was the sound my darling wife made when she was penetrated by the hard thrusting cock of another man. The mist on the inside of the bag had cleared a little and I could just make out her womanly form. She was lieing on the table as John stood at the side between her legs fucking her unfaithful pussy, driving groans of natural lust from deep within her. Her legs were clasped tightly around his waist as he pounded her. There pace was frantic, desperate even as they both turned to look at me as I heard myself crying out how I loved her, how I would do anything for her, how I was her slave forever. My pathetic cries drove them on until their mouths crushed together and they came, profusely, earth movingly, violently, they came together.

For about ten minutes it was hard to tell which one of us was breathing the hardest. Eventually they were able to get their breath back but I was still struggling unti he came over and used a pair of wire cutters to snip the cable tie around my neck before pulling off the plastic bag. My hair was drenched and sweat was running down my face. My eyes were stinging with it.
'Wow,' gasped my wife, 'I think slavy worked up even more of a sweat than you did babe !'
'Yea, well give me a minute, I'm not finished yet,' John laughed.
Arms around each other's waists they dissappeared into the kitchen and I heard them getting cold takes out of the fridge. I could really have used a take myself but I knew better than to hope they might bring me one. My wife was a deliberate bitch to me at the best of times but when he was around she seemed to go into overdrive. It was really a bit scary.
When they returned my wife was leading her lover by his once more hardening manhood. She sat up on the dinning table near to my chair and he stood in front of her. I watched her lovingly fondle his cock as they kissed deeply. She moved further back on the table after a while and brought her legs up, kicking off her shoes to begin wanking him between her gorgeous dainty feet. I could soon see pre-cum oozing from the end of his cock and running down to soak into the black nylon of her stocking feet.
After a few minutes of this she lifted her right foot to my mouth and demanded I clean it. As I did the heady scent of her perfume mixed with the leather of her shoes assailed my nostrils. The warm taste of her on my tongue was mind blowing !
'There's a good little cucky,' she cooed,' He loves to clean his mistress's gorgeous feet in his worthless mouth don't you cucky ?'
'Yes maam, very much !' I answered truthfully.
Master John whispered something in her ear and she laughed as he helped her to slide off the table. Picking her shoes from the floor she stood over me as Master John retrieved a large roll of duct tape from the kitchen. As my darling wife held one of her shoes over my mouth and nose he secured it in place by wrapping the tape over it and around my head. Then she unlocked the shield which covered my tube encased cock and tossed it onto the floor. Carefully she placed her other black stilleto over my tube. My already desperate cock tried even harder to expand as I breathed in the gorgeous smell of her shoe and imagined that my cock could actually feel the warmth and texture inside the other one. Happy with her preparations she then turned to bend forward over the table. As her lover took up position behind her, weighty cock in hand, she turned to me and smiled. 'This is what I need from a man, slave. This is half of what it's all for. My pleasure, my enjoyment, my lust for real men. The other half is about denying and humiliating you. So you see slave, despite how it looks, you are actually very important to me. I need to hurt you almost as much as I need to make love to John. Fortunately I can do both at the same time.
'For your master John it used to be all about making love to me, but now, it seems he's developed rather a nasty taste for hurting sissy wimps too. Haven't you babe ?' she asked him.
'I believe so,' he smirked.
'Why don't we take care of part one darling, then, if you have enough energy, you can impress on our littls sissy slave, how much you've come to enjoy part two.'
Shit what did she mean by that ? Fuck ! My normally blue balls must be a deep shade of purple by now ! The sight of that bastard taking my wife's tight little butt. The way she was encouraging him, urging him on, telling him with her sighs, her little squeals of pleasure, how much she wanted this. Wriggling her ass on his long powerful cock. The smirk on his face as he looked at me and took a handfull of her beautiful long hair to pull her head back as he slapped her ass with the other hand.
All this added to the smell of her shoe. My imagination running riot immagining what my cock would feel like right now, without the damned steel tube. The warmth of the leather stilleto around it. My hips began to thrust sorry as I thought about where the shoe had been a few minutes before. My tongue extended and I feverishly licked the inside of the shoe over my face.

'Look darling,' my wife told her lover, ' Our slave is humping fresh air. Isn't she cute ?'
'Yea real cute,' he snarled back. 'But not as cute as his mistress's ass.'
'Oh baby,' she laughed. 'You say the nicest things when you're making love to me. Oh it feels so good ! You inside me, taking me like a man. I love this feeling. I love it even more when you do it in front of him. Show him baby ! Show him who I belong to ! Cum in me, cum in my ass ! Oh fuck ! I'm gonna cum ! Watch me you fucking wimp, watch me fucking cum ! You never did this to me you fucking looser ! Oh fuck Jouhn, my darling, my big cocked stud ! Fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!'
With a series of natural grunts he speared my darling wife's ass, spewing his virile sperm into her depths as she squeeled and thrashed under him.
When it was over he lifted off her and wiped his softening cock on her ass. She grinned and turned to kiss him deeply.
'That was amazing, as always,' she complimented him. Then turning to me she asked, 'And how was it for you my fine specimen of a husband ?'
I remained silent, eyes down, panting in frustration into her little shoe.
'I'll take that back now if you don't mind,' she smirked as she pulled her other shoe from my cock tube.
'Oh that's didgusting !' she yelled. 'Look what this dirty little pervert did in my shoe darling,' she said to her lover.
Without the benefit of any sensation whatsoever I had been unable to cum but my imagination, together with the sight of him taking her so masterfully and the smell of her shoe, had resulted in a large amount of precum leaking from my imprimistered cock. Running out of the hole in the tube it had pooled in her shoe. I tried to apologise, 'I'm sorry maam, I didn't know. Please maam, I'm sorry, I....'
'You fucking will be slave,' she snarled.'Darling, tip him back would you? I need my pussy and my ass cleaning out and this piece of cuckolds brownie needs another hiding. Would you do the honours please?'
'No problem,' he smirked as he tipped my chair back until I was on my back on the floor, still tied securely to its arms and legs. My wife stood over me for a minute as her lover removed the shoe from my face. The duct tape was stuck to my hair and I cried out in pain as he ripped it off.
'Crying already slave ?' she taunted me. 'Boy are you in for a treat if you think that hurt'.
As she bent her legs a glob of semen leaked from her unfaithful married pussy and dropped onto my cheek. Her weight dropped onto my chest and I looked into her gorgeous eyes as she sat there hands on hips.
'Just so you know slave,' she began, 'This is not a treat. I am not rewarding you with my pussy. I'm simply using you like I would use a rag to clean myself. You are nothing to me. Now get busy and just hope I remember to let you breath occassionaly.
With that she hitched forward and covered my sweating face with her soaking pussy. I did my best to suck her lover's slimy deposit from in and around her pussy. After a couple of minutes she lifted to allow me a quick breath before adjusting her position to mash my face into her ass. As I extended my tongue into her private I heard her say, 'Now darling, do it now, and don't hold back. I want him to remember this.'
SLASH ! the cane sliced into my right thigh. SLASH ! the left. SLASH ! SLASH ! My hands ! My poor fucking hands ! I screamed into my darling wife's ass. I wrenched at my bonds. I cried and pleaded away the last of my air while my goddess sat there unmoving. I imagined she was probably smiling.

It was late next morning before I was released from the chair. After spending all night tied tightly to it tipped onto my back I was aching everywhere. My face was covered in the dried juices of my wife and her lover, my thighs were covered in angry looking red weals and my poor hands were swollen like puddings.
After he cut off the plastic ties binding me to the chair Master John warned me, 'You are definitely on thin ice with your mistress slave. I think you'd better apologise to her.' Me apologise ? For what ? But I knew better than to ask. 'In fact,' he continued, 'Why don't you get some paper and a pen and write her a letter. Pour your heart out, tell her how sorry you are and how much you adore her. You'll be taking us to the airport this afternoon so you won't see her for a week. I don't think you want to part on a sour note do you slave ?'
'No sir, I'll write it straight away.'
It was a long torturous process because of my swollen hands. Just holding the pen was a major task. Eventually I finished it and after a shower I felt a little better. I dressed in a clean rubber maids outfit and wore the too small high heeled boots with it hoping to impress my wife with my willingness to suffer for her.
I presented her with the letter I'd written so carefully but she just threw it on her bed and told me to start her packing. 'And make sure you include my sexiest bikinis and some hot evening wear. I want to look stunning for my man. And hurry up !' she yelled. 'If you didn't waste time on stupid letters you would have more time to attend to your duties you useless little cuckolds brownie !'
As I drove them to the airport they sat in the back and read my letter. My wife read sections of it out loud and they both laughed heartily. I sat red faced feeling humiliated and cheated by her. 'Listen to this bit babe,' she encouraged him. 'My darling mistress I love you and worship the very ground you walk on. Well why don't you try harder to please me then ?' she sneered at me.
'Here's a good bit,' she went on. 'Master John is a great lover for you and pleases you more than I ever did. It breaks my heart that you give yourself to him so completely but I am happy that you have a real man you can do that with. I know I am no longer a man in your eyes. Ha ! You got that right sissy boy !' They both laughed.
'Here's the last bit, listen darling. I am so sorry that I upset you maam and I would do anything to make it up to you. Master John hurt me so much last night but that pain is nothing compared to the pain of upsetting my darling mistress. Oh isn't that nice ? On the other hand, it does suggest that you didn't hit him hard enough last night.'
'Yea it does doesn't it,' he snarled. 'Well I'll have to make sure I hit harder next time won't I ?'
Thankfully we arrived at the airport at that point. They got out of the car and walked inside while I struggled with their cases. Inside they took the cases and checked in while I stood to one side. I was cracking up inside at the thought of being without her for a whole week. She would be with him, totally with him, in every sence of the word. She would be his woman and he would be her man. Me , I'd be nothing. She probably wouldn't even give me a thought. Oh cuckolds brownie ! Why was she doing this to me?
'Follow slave,' she shouted to me. Two guys walking past turned to look at her as they caught her words then looked at me. I went bright red as I caught their mocking grins.
I followed them to a quiet corner and stood in front of them as they held hands. 'Listen carefully slave. You may get a visit from Julie while I'm away. I asked her to check up on you. Michael may pop in too. You will obey them both as you do me. Is that clear ?'
'Yes maam,' I answered, dreading the though of what Julie might decide to do to me without there being anyone around to interfere for a whole week !
'Good. Now we are going to the departure lounge for a take to start our holiday. You can piss off home and get on with your housework. '
'Yes maam, thank you maam.' I mumred grumpily.
'Cheer up slave,' she ordered. 'You should be happy that your mistress is going to have such a wonderful time being looked after by such a hunk. In fact I think you'd better thank your Master John for taking me.'
'Yes maam. Thank you sir for taking my mistress on holiday.'
'Now get down and kiss his shoes to show you accept his right to take me from you any time he pleases.'
What ? We were in a fairly quiet corner but still, people would notice, a man grovelling on the floor kissing another man's shoes !
'Don't make me say it twice slave.' She said it quietly but I felt the venum in her tone. Looking around I knelt and quickly kissed his shoes.
'And what about mine?' she smiled as I went to get up.
'Right, now you can get up and fuck off you sad looser.'
They both laughed in my face. I had never been so humiliated and yet I knew, I had never felt more love and yearning for her either.
As I walked quickly across the lobby to the door I could fee the mocking stares of everyone who had witnessed my offense.
I cried most of the way home, wiping my eyes repeatedly to see the road ahead. I missed her already. How was I going to survive for a week ?
When I got home I noticed the smell as soon as I walked into the kitchen. Master John had been the last one out of the house as we'd left. In fact my wife and I had waited about five minutes for him to come out. Now I knew why. The kitchen floor was awash in piss. A parting gift, a sign of his respect.
He had done this before and had made me clean it up with my tongue. At least this time I could use a cloth or a mop. As I reached under the sink for a bucket I paused. Was I only a slave when she was here ? No, this was full time now. Permanent she said. I had agreed. I had wanted to be her slave for ever. So ? So I should behave a all times as if she were here watching me. She would never know, but I would. Somehow that mattered a lot.
I put the bucket away and knelt to begin licking my mistress's lover's cold piss from the floor.

great updates!! I look forward to reading about the friends of your Mistress visiting you again.

Two days into my wife's week away with her lover Mistress Julie paid me a visit. I was spring cleaning the bedrooms but had not gotten very far because going into the master bedroom was so difficult for me. I could smell my wife in there. I could feel her presence. I kissed her pillow, rubbed her hairbrush against my cheek, took out all her shoes and licked them adoringly. I even opened her knicker drawer and buried my face in her sexy undies. I knew she would be angry with me if she found out but I also knew that if she asked me I would admit it. I loved her. I was in love with her. More now than ever before. If this was the only way I could show my love then so be it. I would accept whatever punishment she saw fit to dish out.

The doorbell startled me and I rushed to the window to look out. Shit ! It was Mistress Julie. When she saw all my wife's things out she would know what I'd been doing and she would rat on me for sure. But if I kept her waiting......?
I opened the door and stepped back with a curtsy. She slapped my face for keeping her waiting and told me to go upstairs and change. She was here to baby sit.
I quickly stripped off the black plastic maids outfit I was wearing and got out the baby clothes M. Julie had left here last time. When I was ready I shuffled downstairs then got on all fours to crawl into the lounge where she was waiting.
'Oh there she is !' she cried. 'There's my wittle babykins. Come here baby, let aunty Julie have a good look at you'.
I knelt in front of her, nappy bulging under plastic pants. Pink frilly baby dress, pink woolen booties and matching mits completing my outfit.
'Aunty Julie has a present for baby,' she smiled as she took from her bag an oversized pink baby bonnet. 'But we need baby's dummy in first don't we ? So were is it baby ?'
Shit ! I'd forgotten it !
'Baby had better go and get it right now !' she shouted, 'Unless baby wants to feel aunty Julie's hand on her bottom !'
As I turned to crawl back out she changed her mind. 'Come back here right now. I have a better idea for baby'.
She carefully arranged the bonnet on my head and tied the ribbons under my chin. Then she had me climb onto her lap. My eyes nearly popped out of my head when she began loosening the buttons on her blouse. She was not wearing a bra and I was immediately mesmerised by her small perfect breasts.
'Is baby hungry ?' she asked. 'Come on then let aunty Julie give you some nice milkies'.
Gently at first because I feared one of her unpredictable changes of mood, I began suckling. As I relaxed and suckled harder biting gently then rubbing my tongue over her hard pink nipples she closed her eyes and let out a long sigh. Then rummaging in her handbag she withdrew something I couldn't see from my positon burried in her chest. I knew it was a vibrator when I heard it buzz and felt her slide it up her skirt. Another sigh, deeper and longer. Then a gutteral groan as I redoured my effoerts on her breasts, switching from one to the other and back.
'Oh what a naughty baby you are. Aunty Julie will have to punish you very severely for this. You bad bad little girl. Oh fuuuuuuck, baby, baby baby, BAAAAAAAABYYYYYY !!!!

I spent that night curled up in the baby cot. She made me take three bottles of warm milk and one bottle of her salty pee. Twice I was put over her knee for a sound spanking. The first time was for doing rude things to my baby sitter. The second time was after she inspected the house and found my wife's shoes and some of her knickers lieing on the bed. She really got mad about that and promised to tell my wife as soon as she got back.
So there I lay, in a soaking wet nappy, arms tied behind me, sucking on my dummy. I had to suck it really loudly for her. I made the mistake of stopping once before she was arelax. She dropped the side of the cot and pulled down my plastic pants and nappy. Then she coated my sore ass with deep heat cream. That kept me awake and sucking loudly on the dummy for a long time I can tell you !

Later in the week I had a visit from Michael, my wife's eighteen year old lover and Master John's nephew. It was really awkward with my wife not there. I wasn't sure how to treat him or address him. He was a little nervous too. He told me he was missing my wife and looking forward to her return. Then he said he wanted me to know that he was in love with her ! What the fuck was I supposed to say to that ?
He sat at the kitchen table while I stood near the sink dressed, as my wife had told me I must every day she was away, in a sissy maids outfit. I had several now and this was a pink rubber one. The stilletto boots which went with it were *** to wear but I proudly wore them as a sign of my devotion to my adulterous spouse and mistress.
How was I supposed to feel as this boy had the nerve to admit to my face that he was in love with my wife. Aparantly he had already told her and she had suggested he tell me to my face. He didn't want to but she insisted, telling him that if he wanted to be her main man then he would need to take a more active roll in punishing and humiliating her slave. He was quite frank that he had no idea what I got out of my situation. Sometimes, he said, he felt sorry for me. Other times just disgusted by me. Nevertheless, he was prepared to do whatever was necessary in order to please her and make her his. She had been the first woman he had ever slept with and he had no desire for there to ever be any other. He wanted her and her alone.
So there I stood dressed as a sissy maid listening to this boy proffess his love for my darling wife. I should have been shouting at him, punching him, throwing him out of my house. I did none of those things. I just stood, head down staring at the floor, helplessly imprimistered penis battering futilely against the cruel unyielding steel of its primister. I was actually being turned on by the fact that another man was in love with my wife. The offense was intense but it went off the scale when he told me he wanted my blessing. He wanted my assurance that I would not try to stand in his way. That in fact I would do everything I could to promote and facilitate their illicit union. He wanted me to show my agreement by getting on my knees and kissing his shoes, right now.
What choice did I have? This was incredibly erotic to me and yet so painful I felt like bursting into tears. Instead I dropped to the floor and crawled over to kiss this boy's shoes.
'Ask me nicely to seduce your wife,' he ordered. 'Beg me to make her mine, to sweep her off her feet. To make her love me as I love her.'
So I did, three times before he was satisfied. Then, without him asking, I kissed his shoes again.
'Good slave,' he said. Good slave ! An eighteen year old boy was telling me I was a good slave ! Worse still, I was pleased that he thought so ! Truly I was my mistress's slave. Her servant. Her sissy maid.

good stuff...please continue!

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