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I finally finished making the bed by putting on a new pillow case for Miss Hawley, having already changed the bed sheets on my wife’s bed, ready for Chris to spend the night. It was finally here, the eve before we went on holiday, and I have spent the most frustrating two weeks of my life imaginable.
The first night I had been put in chastity had been bad, I woke up at four in the morning in agony, as my usual morning hard on was forbidden by the cruel tube, what’s more I was desperate for the toilet, and up until that moment had not realised that until the tube came off I was going to have to pee sitting down like a girl.
As the week went on, my frustration grew. Julie was wearing some of her sexiest clothes around the house, and the slightest thing was making me Horney. Every female I saw, whether in real life, or on the television was making me rampant. Every time I was in the kitchen, I would look down at the cold floor, the only place I had been allowed to cum recently, and would have done anything for the chance to get down and hump it again now. It got so bad that by the following weekend I actually begged Julie to go out with Chris, just so Miss Hawley could come over to babysit, and hopefully give me permission to cum.
Julie just mocked me, and told me I would have to wait till the holiday to see Miss Hawley, my sixteen year old key holder and babysitter again. However, Chris came over that Saturday night and after I was sent to bed, spent the night getting pleasure from my sexy wife. By the time I heard him cum for the third time; I tear of frustration trickled down my cheek as I lay in the darkness. Poor, chastised, pathetic excuse for a man.
With the beds all finished, I made my way down stairs, dressed as usual at this early time of the evening in my pyramids. Julie was sitting on the settee; legs crossed revealing a huge amount of smooth firm thigh as her short mini skirt rode high up her legs. She looked up from her magazine, and gave me a smile, showing off her perfect teeth.
“I`m really excited about this holiday, aren’t you? It`s so kind of you to treat us all,” she said excitedly, then her voice turned more firm. “I do hope you are going to be a good boy?”
I nodded like a mindless fool. There was no way I was going to do anything to risk the opportunity of an orgasm.
A car pulled up into the drive. Chris and Sophie were here. As I went to the front door to let them in, I couldn`t help wondering what the neighbours would think to his car being parked in our drive for the next two weeks.
I opened the door, and Chris brushed past with his usual manly arrogance. How I longed to have some of his confidence in life. Sophie stood in the doorway for a moment, looking me up and down with her usual look of amusement. She looked stunning as usual, in faded skin tight jeans, which showed off her perfect trim firm young figure to perfection, and a tight black top, low cut, with the key to my sex life glinting in the evening sun, hanging between her firm breasts.
“Have you been a good boy?” she asked, stepping past me and heading into the living room.
“Yes, Miss Hawley,” I meekly replied, following her in, my eyes firmly fixed on her perfect bottom that the jeans hugged like a second skin.
“Right, go and fetch me a beer, “Chris ordered, sitting close to my wife. “We have a few things to sort out regarding the holiday after you have fetched our cases out of my car.”
My heart skipped a beat. “But I am in pyjamas!” I stammered.
“So?” he said, tilting his head in puzzlement.
I swallowed. No point in arguing. If I did it quick, maybe nobody would notice. I began to set off to the kitchen to when Sophie chirped in. “I’ll have a beer too.”
“Yes, and me,” Julie put in.
I turned alarmed. “You’re really not old enough to take,” I told Sophie, and immediately regretted my mouth running away with me.
She shot to her feet, her eyes locked on mine, her face tight with anger. “How dare you answer me back!” she barked. “I am the babysitter here! I am the one who decides what you can and can’t do, not the other way around!”
Like a scolded young I looked down at the carpet, avoiding eye contact, quickly apologising. “Sorry, Miss Hawley.”
“You will be,” she snapped, sitting back down.
I hurried from the room to fetch the beers, and couldn’t help noticing the smug expression on Chris`s face as I passed. How feeble I must be in his eyes. There he was, sitting in my house, next to my wife, who he had exclusive sexual activity with, about to go on a holiday I was paying for, being reprimanded by a sixteen year old girl, who was now in charge of any sexual relief I might get. Any normal man would not tolerate any of this. They would throw Chris out, with Sophie close behind, and claim Julie back as their own. Become the man of the house once more, for her to respect, and love, and want to fuck. Oh course, that was not me. I revelled in the offense of it all. It was my have. And the more they humiliated and belittled me, the more I longed them to do so.
After fetching their beers and then sneaking out to Chris’s car to bring in the suit cases, I don`t think anyone saw me dressed in my pyjamas, I stood in the centre of the living room before the three of them.
“Right, down to business,” Chris said, taking a sip from his bottle. “As you know, we are going abroad tomorrow, and with airport security as it is, we don`t think it feasible for you to go in your chastity belt. So, we are going to remove it, and you are going to be subjected to frequent arousal tests.”
I looked from one smirking face to the other. Frequent arousal tests? What could that mean?
“I see you look puzzled,” Chris said. “During the holiday, Julie, or Sophie, Miss Hawley to you, or me, will ask you to present yourself for inspection. We will inspect your erection, and if you don`t seem aroused enough, we will assume you have given yourself an unauthorised orgasm. Now, obviously you have had no chance of an orgasm for the past two weeks, so Julie is going to take off your chastity belt, and we can all see what level of arousal you are at. From that point on, we expect the same level of arousal at each inspection, or we will know you have been a bad little boy. So, first things first, and strip.”
Without a word of protest I slowly peeled of my pyramids, my mind trying to take in what the implications of what I had just been told held. Now, wearing nothing but my chastity belt I stood before them shame faced.
“Sophie, would you mind handing Julie the key to his cage?” Chris asked the teenager.
Julie took the key from her, stooping down before me, she began to free my imprimistered member. Her warm breath on it as she did so was nearly enough to make me cum. Once free of the cruel device, it quickly grew to its full four inches, its head angry and red.
Julie looked at Chris, as if asking permission, to which he nodded, and then she took hold of my cock for the first time in months. I groaned out aloud, my knees buckling, her hand felt so soft, so delicate, so arousing. I looked down to witness in circling my throbbing cock. Her hand that often took hold of Chris’s erection, often brought him pleasure, often guided his manhood into her willing body. I tremred more, and mumred, “Oh, God,” as she moved her hand up and down my shaft, just the once. I really thought I was going to cum just from that. What wrath I would have incurred if I had, for I would have shot my pathetic load all over her face. My punishment for doing so would surely be mind bending.
As if reading my mind, Julie looked up at me, her mouth twisted into cruel smile. “Don’t you dare cum,” she stated.
I looked over at Sophie when I heard the girl giggle as she took a sip of beer. Her eyes were alive with excitement and mischief.
Julies gave me one slower soft wank. My whole body tremred, it felt so good. She locked eyes with me as she did it again, and I felt my ball tighten. “Please stop,” I begged.
“Pardon?” she asked another slow wank.
I began to panic as I felt my orgasm begin to build. “Please stop stroking me, I can’t hold back!” I almost shouted.
Sophie laughed out loud now. “My God, what kind of man cums that fast!” She exclaimed.
“Not a real one,” Chris informed her.
I shuddered as Julies hand so very softly travelled the short length of my cock again. A small amount of pre cum leaked from its angry purple head, and I felt faint with excitement.
“that`s naughty!” Julie snapped, running her finger through it and then standing up, holding her finger to my mouth. “Lick.”
I did as I was told, grateful that my cock was finally being left alone.
“Ok, that enough for now,” Chris grinned. “But now you know what to expect from you inspections. Though, don’t expect another hand to be wanking you, which will be your job. Now, I think it`s time for you bed. You have an early start tomorrow. I assume you know you are relaxing on the hard floor of the third bedroom tonight as Sophie is having your bedroom?”
“Yes sir,”
“Good, well get off to bed then, and member, no playing with yourself, but rest assured that I will be relieving my aching balls into your beautiful wife later in bed,” he mocked.
“Hmmm, can’t wait,” Julie purred snuggling back up to him.
“I will be up to check on you later,” Sophie informed me as I left the room, picking up my pyjamas as I did so, my erection leading the way. How the Hell was I going to relax tonight I had no idea.
Somehow I finally did manage to fall arelax, ignoring my frustration, and the sound of laughing from the three of them downstairs, followed by the television coming on. I don’t know what the time was, or how long I had been arelax when the bedroom door opened. The light flicked on, and Sophie stood over me. She had changed into a very short pink nightdress that showed off all her perfect legs. I squinted up at her as she towered above me, hands on hips, her face stern.
“Have you been a good boy?” She asked.
I nodded, confused.
“Pardon?”
“Yes, Miss Hawley,” I said.
“Well let’s make sure, inspection time.”
I looked at her puzzled for a moment, relax till clogging my mind, and then I realised what she meant. At once my cock was growing hard beneath the blanket covering me. Realising I had no choice I pulled it back, revealing my excited member to her.
She smiled as she looked down at me, “Good boy, looks like it is still excited, and you have not cum.”
My cock twitched by itself, which made her chuckle.
“Ok, wank it for me,” she instructed.
Taking hold of myself, I began to wank, so slow and gentle, not wanting to have an accident.
“Dose that feel nice?”
“Yes, Miss Hawley,” I moaned, my eyes constantly flicking from her firm thighs, to her pretty young face.
“Bet you really want to cum, don`t you?” She whispered in a husky voice.
I was trembling again, my breathing rugged. “Yes Miss Hawley,”
“Shall I let you? I mean, it`s been a while for you, and I am the one in charge of your orgasms remember? Maybe I should let you cum, eh? After all you are paying for my holiday, and for babysitting you whilst we are there.”
I groaned, my balls tightening again. “Oh yes, please! Please Miss Hawley let me cum for you!” I was almost crying.
She smiled down at me. “Go on then, I think I will let you. Show me how much cum you have.”
I quickened my pace. My eyes now fixed on her legs. My breathing becoming load and laboured. She was my Goddess, and I was going to show her how much I could cum for her!
I was so close now as she spoke. “That`s right, you deserve to cum, you have been such a good boy!”
I pumped faster, my hips leaving the floor. My moans sounding pathetic, but I didn`t care. My orgasm was on its way, when suddenly she snapped. “Stop!”
My eyes darted to her face, confusion written across my face, but I still stopped, despite the face I was seconds away from exploding.
“I have just remembered, you have not been a good boy at all have you?”
I frowned at her, my cock still twitching in my hand.
“Don’t you remember? Telling me I was too young to have a beer? Questioning my authority like that! Who so you think you are?”
“Sorry…sorry Miss Hawley,” I blubbered like a baby. “I won’t do it again, but please, please may I cum?”
Her face remained stern. “No, you may not, let go of it and cover yourself up. Next time you will think twice about trying to undermine me, won’t you?”
Defeated, I let go and reluctantly covered myself up again. “Yes, Miss Hawley,” I whimpered. “I am sorry.”
“Well, you have a lot of making up to do, starting tomorrow if you want to cum in the near future. Now get to relax.”
With that she turned and left the room, flicking off the light leaving me in darkness.
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The second day into the holiday and I was on my hands and knees scrubbing the tiled floor of the hotel room, whilst Chris sat on the balcony reading and takeing beer. Obviously there was no real need for me to be scrubbing the hotel room floor, the hotel had maids for that, but as my wife and Julie had gone out to browse the local shops, Chris had wanted me occupied and out of his way. The fact that I was naked, on my hands and knees in the room he was fucking my wife in just added to his amusement at my pathetic offense.
"Bring me another larger," he called from the balcony.
I sighed inwardly, as I broke off from my cleaning and crawled to the mini fridge and opened a bottle of beer for him. This was the bit I hated, crawling out onto the balcony, praying no one would see me from the complex to hand him his take. As I crawled out to him I cursed my erection as it swayed ridged between my legs.
I waited patiently for him to take his attention from his book. Finally he looked down at me, his eyes full of contempt. "Good boy, now fuck off back to your cleaning!"
"Yes, Sir, Thank you Sir," I said. I was truly broken. A slave to the three of them, and a slave to my offense.
As I crawled back into the main room, my heart skipped a beat as the door opened. I silently pleaded that it was not a member of the staff. Thankfully it was Julie and Sophie arriving back from their outing. I looked up from my humble position at the two beautiful women and my cock throbbed.
"Hi Cuckie, you been a good boy for Master Chris?" Sophie purred down at me. It was the new name she called me now, since she had been told what it meant.
"Yes, Miss Hawley," I replied eagerly, as if expecting a treat for my good behaviour, like a dog might.
She smiled her perfect teeth at me as she put the bags she had bought down on the double bed. Well, in fairness, it was bags of shopping I had brought for her.
Julie had walked straight past me and was now kissing Chris on the balcony.
"Hmmm, looks like the grownups are going to want some private time," Sophie said to me. "Think it`s time we went to out room, I am sure that needs some cleaning whilst I soak up the sun."
"Yes Miss Hawley," I agreed, beginning to stand up.
"What do you think you're doing?" she snapped at me. "Did I say you could stand?"
I swallowed, shaking my head.
"Our room is only next door. You can crawl to that easily, can't you?"
I knew it was not really a question. I Nodded. "Yes Miss Hawley."
Even though it was only a few yards, it felt like it took a lifetime to crawl the short distance to out room, naked, following a sixteen year old, who happened to be my babysitter, praying no one would see.
I literally gave a sigh of relief once inside out room and the door had shut behind us.
"You can make a start on the bathroom, whilst I get changed," she instructed.
I began my task, cleaning a bathroom which was a pointless task as it had been done by the hotel maid earlier that morning whilst we had been at breakfast, a another humiliating experience that I will go into later!
"Come here Cuckie," Sophie called at last. I crawled out of the bathroom and almost gasped at the perfect body that stood before me in a skimpy silver bikini, and glistening in suntan lotion.
"I am going down to the pool for a while, obviously your wife and Chris are busy doing their own thing," her lips twisted into an evil grin. "Now can you be trusted Cuckie not to be bad? To carry on cleaning? Not to going in to my underwear draw? Not to play with your tiny cock?"
As I knelt before this sixteen year old goddess, I knew my cock was leaking pre-cum. There was nothing I could do about it. I was already sexually frustrated to start with, but now seeing Sophie almost naked before me, her perfect smooth skin, tight and glistening in lotion, her stern face and dominant demur was just about enough to make me orgasm without even touching myself.
Her eyes locked on my twitching cock, and she smiled. "Now that`s a perfect measurement of you excitement. If when I come back from the pool I find your cock not purple and leaking it`s pathetic slime I will know you have been playing with it, and making it spurt it's pathetic stuff. If that's the case I will take you out onto the balcony and beat you with your own belt, for anyone to witness and hear." She reached down and grabbed a fist full of hair, pulling my head back till our eyes locked. "Do you understand, Cuckie?"
"Yes Miss Hawley," I stammered, wondering how someone so young could understand the true concept of controlling and humiliating someone so easily.
"Good Cuckie," she purred. "Now kiss my feet goodbye then get back to your chores."
I kissed each foot, with the respect this goddess deserved, and then watched her sexy body sway out of the room.
As I began to scrub the bathroom I thought about my wife and Chris next door fucking. Of him empting his balls into my wife, whilst mine stayed full and aching. I knew that they could call me in soon to change the sheets for them, like they did yesterday. With a happy grin on my face, I plunged my hand into the toiled bowl and began to scrub.........
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I stood with my nose presses against the bedroom wall, the tip of my aching erection touching the cold plaster too. I wanted to hump the wall so bad, any friction to make myself cum. Of course, I knew that was out of the question. No permission had been given for me to cum, as had none been given for the four days we had now been on holiday.
I was still pale and pasty from being refined to stay in either Julie and Chris's room, or Miss Hawley's. I was not even allowed down for breakfast now. Miss Hawley had come up with the amusing idea that I be fed on scraps of leftovers that they brought up from the breakfast buffet. An idea that Chris liked immensely. The three of them however were tanning nicely, spending time in the sun by the pool, and beach.
Julies was so content in Chris's company. They were just like a real couple, who to my dismay were growing even closer by the day. There was no doubt in my mind now that I had lost my wife to this man, a real man, and all I could do was pray that they would still keep me around for as long as it amused them.
It was mid-morning now, and Miss Hawley was down by the pool, tanning her perfect teenage body. I had been sent to do the pointless task of cleaning Julie and Chris's room. After being told to remove my speedos, Chris had told me to face the wall; he and my wife had some unfinished business to attend too.
Now, from behind me, on the bed, I could hear her pretty mouth making slurping sounds as it slid up and down his lucky member. An occasional gagging from her would also follow. He grunted his satisfaction every now and again. Slowly his grunting became more urgent, more intent, and her gagging more frequent, I guesses he was close to emptying his balls into my wife's mouth, whilst I, her husband remained frustrated as normal.
"Oh, God, here I cum!" He moaned at last, and then I could hear my wife gagging and slurping for all she was worth as she drank his seed. Something I had never experienced from her in my life.
With his orgasm bliss subsiding, and his breathing beginning to steady I could hear whispering from the pair of them, and Julie giggled. "Turn around Cuckie," she said at last.
I did as instructed. My wife had covered her nakedness from my view with the white bed sheet, but Chris lay with his full nakedness on show. His cock limp on his belly, glistening with my wife's saliva.
Julie pointed to the floor by the bed, and I saw a huge white blob of what I knew to be his cum which she had obviously spat out onto the tiled floor. "I want you to lick that up, maybe Chris's manly seed will help turn you into a man yourself," she mocked.
I stood frozen to the spot. Repulsed.
"What are you waiting for Cuckie?" She snapped. "If you don`t get down on your hands and knees now and start licking up his mess, I will have Sophie beat you till you pass out!" she grinned again. "I think the young teen would like that don`t you, Cuckie?"
It was true. Miss Hawley was taking to her babysitting femdom role like a duck to water. I think it excited her like nothing before to have a grown man crawl and beg at her feet, obeying her every demand. She was just waiting for the excuse to discipline me again.
Slowly I dropped to my hands and knees and crawled towards the white slime. My cock swayed beneath me with excitement of licking up another man's cum, an excitement that sadly my gag reflex was not so excited about.
"Wait!" Chris said, as I hovered above his cum. "Maybe I don`t want him licking up my cum."
Julies smiled and looked at him. "But if he doesn't, darling, Sophie is going to punish him."
"So?"
"Well, I did say he could," her voice was as smooth and sexy as silk.
"Well, if he asks me nicely, I might think about it," he said after some thought.
I swallowed down my offense, as my cock twitched. He was going to make me ask him if I could lick up his cum from the floor. "Please can I lick up your cum," I said.
His eyes locked on mine. Cold and menacing. "I said ask nicely, beg!"
Julies tried to stifle a smile.
I swallowed again. "Please Sir; please may I have to honour of licking up you manly cum. It would be an honour for me to lick up your superior sperm from the floor. To taste what a real man's cum tastes like. Please Sir, I beg you, may I lick up your mess?"
I think he was shocked the way I had belittled myself, but his face hid it well, as he did an exaggerated thoughtful expression. "Ok, you may on this occasion, but you had better thank me when you're done!"
Now Julie giggled, as I lowered my head, and my tongue began to scoop up his salty slime, and the both looked on.
With the floor spotless, I sat back upright, and looked at them both. "Thank you, Sir," I said.
"I can't believe you just did that," Julie said with disgust. "What kind of man licks up another man's cum from the floor. Another man's cum that has just been in his wife's mouth?"
I just knelt there, my cheeks burning with offense.
"Still, bet Sophie would like to see you do that sometime, if you ask her nicely I am sure she will let you do that again sometime......"
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