My Buxom Blonde Wife Takes Cuckoldry To The Next Level.

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He lay on her a moment, his cock still all the way inside her and then pulled her mask off. My wife's face lit up as she saw him for the first time. A slightly dishevelled man of distinguished years with his cock spent and buried in her cunt. The delighted approval on her face was plain to see she didn't take her eyes off him as he spoke and said "Hello slut". My wife looked at him adoringly and said "Hello Sir!", forgetting the ban on talking for a moment and then lifted her head as she opened her mouth and kissed him passionately. He kissed her back and the initiations were complete as they were locked in each other's embrace. Well, sort of, my wife couldn't move much as she was restrained but she did what she could. It seemed like an age passed as they enjoyed close contact with each other and continued the embrace. My cock was rock solid in my pants as I watched my wife succumb to his possession of her.

They parted and he unfastened all the clips allowing her to sit up on the bed, he told her to get up and go and sit on my mouth so I could clean her up. She looked at him slightly puzzled as I was tied upright in a chair but he walked over to me ahead of her and lowered the chair backwards to the floor. My wife didn't make eye contact with me and soon her used crotch was descending towards me and my view was restricted to her flesh and pubic hair at close quarters and her sperm sodden cunt pushing on my mouth. I felt my right hand come free and a prodding ay my zipper. I got the message and freed my hard cock and stroked like crazy as globules of cum from my wife's new master's cock fell into my, mouth. They were quite potent in taste and smell but I swallowed it all down and used my tongue to search for more as my wife kept herself perfectly still and unmoved. So not to give her new bull the wrong impression. She didn't want him thinking she was cheap enough to give in to her husbands over eager tongue, when a real man like him was in the room.

I came very quickly as I slurped on my wife, it was a very fast climax, and over all too quickly but I was just so excited. My wife lifted herself off me and went to the bathroom and I was suddenly looking up at her new bull. He grinned and said "OK wimp, I hope you enjoyed your last orgasm for a whole month!" I didn't answer him I was still under the silence rule but my eyes said it all and he laughed back at me "Your wife, on the other hand will get more than she has ever had in a month!" With that he moved away from me leaving me to look up at the ceiling wondering what was going to happen next.

He came over to me and cut the remaining cable ties and gave me his phone. He told me to take some pics of my wife with him, with that my wife came back into the room. He positioned her in several poses and invited her to smile at the camera, These included him standing behind her holding her tits, her kneeling down facing the camera with him stood behind her ******* his cock over her forehead and one with her sitting spread eagled on his lap as her pulled her cunt wide apart. In every shot he looked serious and my wife looked thrilled as she grinned from ear to ear. They would have made terrific porn pics, but as soon as they were done, he took the phone from me and put it away.

He told my wife to sit on the towel on the bed and spread her legs. He told me to grab the video camera and to film her crotch. She perched down as he dropped to his knees, I assumed he was going to lick my wife but instead he pushed her onto her back and reached into his bag for something. It was a shaving kit. I watched him meticulously shave her hair away with an electric razor of some kind and then lather her up and wet shave her until she was completely smooth. I watched him satisfied with his work. He then handed me the shaving kit and told me to go into the bathroom, take all of my clothes off and repeat the shaving process on myself.
I took a while and when I returned naked with my cock balls and ass completely hair free, he spotted me and laughed. My wife was on her knees sucking on his cock again and didn't divert her attention from what she was doing. He told me to get the permanent marker pen from his bag and bring it over to him. I did what I was told feeling a bit like a small ***** with my bald pubic area. On my wife it looked terrific, on me it looked pathetic, but I guess that was the point.

By the time I handed him the pen, my wife was unpacking a box with a brand new chastity cage in it. She soon had the device in her hands and told me to hold still and put my hands on my head. I obeyed but my small cock had been growing again and was already quite hard. Seeing that my cock was already too hard to fit the cage on, she looked at her bull for guidance. He gave it savagely and his hand roughly grabbed my balls and squeezed so hard that I buckled with the aching sensation and dropped to my knees. I yelped as I went down. I caught my wife's eye but she immediately looked away. He had let go but now had a small leather crop in his hand and said if I wasn't completely soft in the next minute he would give my balls six of the best. I was already well on the way and the pain in my groin took all sexual excitement away from me. My wife was soon clipping the cage onto my cock, securing it on the pins that connected to a ring around the back of my balls. I was properly caged. The job was done.

He sat my wife on the bed again and she rolled back to spread her legs for him. He took the pen and wrote something on her pubic area immediately above her clit. As she sat back up I saw the 2 lines he had written. The first said "M's" the second line said "slut". He had used the permanent marker and I knew the words were not going to fade anytime soon. He got my wife to write in the same place on me only this time it was just one word "cuck".

We were now both labelled as the possessions we both now were for this magnificent and cruel man. My wife's label also had the benefit of being right in my eye line. Every time I cleaned her for him. There was no way I could ever forget who she belonged to and what she was for.

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More..........? Are you fuckin' serious? Get writing! This is magnificent!

On a similar basis, my primary slut, Sue, has "Ken's Slut" tattoo'd on her bald cunt mound for the last 8 years. Her husband likewise is reminded of her position every time her cleans her.

Yes !!! pls. more !! Bravo !!! What a wonderful talent to put this into words. Thank you, for taking the time....

Keep writing cucky this is awesome!!

I am sure you now have the pictures of you in chastity and cuck markings that you should post to us as well if you can.

Thank you for your words of encouragement, really important to me to know you are enjoying my wifes use and my ***********.

Sir Ken, i am seriously impressed that your name has been tatooed on another guys wifes mound for such a long period of time. My wife's bull is talking about doing that, making the temporary mark permanent and i don't think she is averse to it, but i am worried that is a bit too final, not that they will care what i think. How has it worked out for all involved in your circle. I would really like to know, sir, if thats okay? What happens if this bull moves on like the last one did?

Anyhow, back to our first encounter with my wife latest bull.......................

My wife and her bull

It was time to pose for him, he moved us around and took quite a few photos of us in various combinations. My wife featured in every shot proudly showing off her new label to the camera. She sat back with legs spread showing "M's slut" straight to the camera. In other shots she was with him as he held her tits and grabbed her anyway he liked while I operated the camera. Then he used the timer and tripod to take photos of all 3 of us. Extra insurance, he called it, just in case one of us got cold feet about our agreement, he had the photos. He laughed as he said it but neither of us doubted he would use them against us if he needed too. He was that kind of dominant guy who was going to get his way every single time. But to be fair, that's why my wife liked him in the first place, so it wasn't going to be a problem.

He then decided it was time to show us the measure of control he expected to have over us both, just so we were clear where the limits were. My wife was told to raise her hands and place them behind her head. He clipped both of the wrist restraints to a ring on the back of her collar, taking her hands completely out of action. She was totally defenceless. He pushed her to the floor until she was on her knees and pushed his half hard cock back against her mouth. She hurried around after it with her lips until she managed to catch the end and suck him back into the inside of her mouth. She looked up at him submissively as he pushed in and out of her mouth a while. Steadily getting harder.

Then he told my wife to kneel up so her ass was off her calve muscles and told me to go and kneel behind her in similar fashion. He instructed me to reach around my wife and push her tits together so he could fuck them a while. As I leaned forward, so I could reach her tits, I felt the warmth of my wife's ass pressed against my caged cock, wow it felt good, but that was nothing compared to holding her beautiful breasts together, so her master could fuck her large cleavage. My cook strained in the cage but an erection was impossible and all I could feel was the aching reminder of "Sirs" earlier ball grab in my groin as my arousal grew. Clearly I wasn't going to get any pleasure and, if anything, things would only get more painful, so I tried really hard to think my cock back down. Not easy when he was thrusting his cock so vigorously between my wife's tits as I did my best to keep them pressed together for him.

Eventually he stopped and repositioned us back onto our feet. He slapped the sides of both of my wife's tit's causing her to yelp out. Her eyes said it all, she hadn't expected that but she didn't utter a word of complaint. He face became suddenly serious, the joy she had shown as he fucked her tits was no longer there. He told me to get the rope from his bag and pass it to him. I duly obeyed and found a wound up coil of curtain cord in there. He unrolled it and told my wife to open her mouth. He placed the end of the rope between her teeth and told her to bite on it hard and not to let go, no matter what. My wife's worried expression showed her apprehension, but she knew full well she had signed up for this and it was too late to make a fuss about it now.
I watched Sir wind the rope around the base of my wife's left tit 3 times. He pulled much more tightly than I would have imagined but she just stood there wincing uncomfortably as he expertly repeated the process around her right tit. Then he performed a criss-cross of ropes around the back of her head and between her breasts until the other end of the rope was reached. My wife was told to open her mouth and Sir took both ends and tied them together behind her neck completing the task.

My wife's tits were entwined and stuck out like two small globes away from her chest. They were already beginning to change colour and redden. Sir stood back to check and admire his handy work. He smiled to himself and told me to pass him the ball gag. My wife's face was a picture. She clearly was a little scared of what he might do next, he had tied her tits up really tightly and was clearly uncomfortable, and judging by the rouge colour they were adopting they must be getting a little tender. Sir asked her if she was okay, and my puzzled wife started to answer that they were hurting her, then seeing his expression she stopped herself mid-sentence. He grabbed her chin and, holding her face close to his, told her that she was going to really enjoy feeling his control over her and her cunt would be running by the time he was done with her. My wife swallowed and nodded, not daring to risk a more audible reply.

He took the ball gag from me, walked around behind her and fitted it. My wife's mouth opened to accommodate it as the ball popped inside and the straps were pulled tight around her head and fastened at the back. She stood there hands fastened, tits tied and now turning purplish, and gagged. It was quite a sight my cock was causing the ache in my groin to grow again, my efforts to think my cock down were completely lost. I hadn't seen anything like this and I had no idea how to deal with it. How the fuck could I not be aroused by such a bizarre experience.

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Excellent continuation of this tale. I thoroughly approve of the Bull's behaviour, after all, he now owns your wife. By the way, have you considered that one of the reasons she has rejected you in favour of a real man is because you are so fat? When was the last time you saw your tiny cock without the aid of a mirror?

Thanks you for the responses, much appreciated, yes Sir Ken, i accept that my wife is his to own from that moment onward, afterall that was the deal we signed upto and you cant go back on a deal, can you? What he chooses to do is his business and his alone, and not to be questioned in any way sir.

I agree that i have put the weight on sir, I wasn't upto providing my wife with what she deserved when this started, when i was considerably lighter, so would be totally off the chart now. I haven't seen my cock by looking down for years sir, it was always difficult to see something so short even before my weight gain sir. You will recall from my back story that we both had cuckoldry ****** upon us at the start sir, but i agree i haven't done much to improve my situation which is probably why i am so resigned to it now sir.

Thanks for commenting, i will post the next bit shortly.

The next bit as promised.......................


He took me over to the chair which was still laying on its back. He swung it around so the bottom of the chair now faced my wife and told me to crouch over it, so my knees were straddled each side of the back of the chair with my head forward between the feet of the chair. My ass lined up with the front of the seat and he secured me into this position with a new batch of cable ties, one on each ankle around the chair frame on the chair back and one on each wrist around the chair legs. He pulled the last two particularly tight to be sure the ties would not slip off the turned chair legs.

I was effectively restrained in a sprawled kneeling position facing my wife. She looked on but seemed a little preoccupied with her discomfort. He then fitted me with a ball gag too and looped some cord around my cock cage. He then yanked it through my legs and tethered it to the strap of the ball gag at the back of my head, but only after he had taken all of the slack out of the cord. There I was with my head back as far as it would go and, if I tried to pull it forward, it yanked on my caged cock and balls. I watched him from this uncomfortable position as he returned to my wife.

He stood in front of her and released her tethered wrists from the collar. She dropped her arms and he secured them together behind her back. He told her to try and hold as still as she could for him, she nodded and then pulled into herself as his right hand slapped her left tit hard. Her yelp was absorbed by the ball gag and I heard him say "I Said Hold Still!" to her. She tried to return to her original stance just as he hit her right tit the same way. She pulled away instinctively again, then did her best to fight herself and put herself back ready for more of what he had to give her.

He grabbed the rope between her tits with his left hand and delivered 3 hard smacks to her left tit again, she yelped on each one but did her best to stand still and slow down her breathing to normal. Then he did the same to her left. She winced and struggled, slowly improving her resistance to her instincts for him. Then he dropped his finger to her clit and pressed against it. He told her that he wanted her to enjoy his tit slapping, as it was something he particularly liked to do and she needed to learn to embrace it more. He said there were things he could do to her which might demonstrate how nice tit slapping was in comparison. With that, he grabbed both of her now tender nipples firmly and twisted them hard.

She cried out and dropped to her knees, he was annoyed with her and chastised her, telling her to get a hold of herself, she nodded trying her best to comply. He moved over to his bag and got something out. It was a riding crop, he said that the deed would not go unpunished, I saw the look on my wife's face as he approached her with it, then he walked past her and headed over towards me. All I remember was thinking Oh my God! He is going to hit my balls with that crop, and not gently either. He stood over my rear end and told my wife to watch what she had made him do. He cracked the crop about a dozen times on my ass, moving from cheek to cheek. It stung but was not as painful as I had expected. I was braced however as he continued. My wife looked on but said nothing and then I almost blacked out as he hit my balls and my groin was racked with pain.

I was in my own world a while as I recovered from this cruel yet justified treatment. By the time I looked up back at my wife, he was standing in front of her with his cock in her mouth as he plunged in and out a while. He had obviously removed the ball gag but I hadn't knowingly witnessed this. He was saying if she wanted him to slap her tits all she had to do was ask him and to do it as sincerely as she could. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and my wife said "Please sir would you mind slapping my tits again?" His hand reached down and he smacked her tits in turn several times, not quite as hard as before but still with enough power to make my wife winced a little. She thanked him and took his cock back into her mouth. He stopped as she sucked him, he obviously didn't yet trust her enough not to bite him when she winced but it wouldn't be long before that changed. This went on like this for a while, my wife's tits were now a dark purple in colour and she was becoming more used to having them slapped but I did not doubt that it hurt. My own aching crotch began to calm and I could feel my cock trying to grow again in its cage, trying was the operative word.

Then my wife's bull refitted her ball gag and laid on the bed. He instructed my wife to straddle him and held his cock for her to mount, as her hands were still tethered behind her back. It was most odd to watch her with her tied maroon tits bouncing up and down as she did her best to please him. She rode him hard and was soon getting into it herself, he slapped her tits almost continuously and she yelped with a mixture of pleasure and pain but he had her coming on his cock in no time at all and it was the biggest orgasm I had ever seen her have. Wow this guy was going to be a hell of a bull, despite his unusual methods.

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More??????????? Fucking right we want more!

loving it. Cant wait.

Real shame there are no wives in the South West UK who would like this done to them!!

Dom available.

More. Please. Unnnggghhhh.
Loving Wife, Mother, and Bryan's Slut

Donna, is that the sound of you cumming, again?

Thanks again for the encouragement, continues.................

She slumped forward a little as her orgasm passed. He reached around and unfastened my wife's wrists behind her. He told her to lift herself up and reposition herself for a "69". She duly obeyed and soon her purple tits were crushed between then and her head was down at his crotch, sucking on his cock, while he explored her lower end with his fingers. He slapped her ass now and then but not too hard as I guess he didn't trust her not to bite him yet. He stretched her cunt wide and pushed in several fingers causing my wife to wince a little but she didn't stop concentrating on sucking the cock in her mouth.

He took juice from her cunt and rubbed it around her ass, I watched him put a finger in her ass with no resistance from my wife. She hadn't been fucked in there a while but knew it was something he absolutely expected to do whenever he wanted. So she wouldn't have resisted anyhow. Then he upped it to two fingers and finger fucked her ass like this a while. Then he moved her upright over him but still facing his feet and told her to refit the ball gag herself and to then put her hands on her head. My wife carried out his instructions and held still knelt and straddled over him. Her tied tits came back into view, they were such a dark purple now that they must have been tender as hell. He manoeuvred her down his body until his cock was aligned with her cunt and pulled her down onto him.

His cock disappeared into her cunt and her fucked her a while. He hung on to her hips so she could judge the rhythm he wanted. My wife was actually beginning to get into it again with her tied tinted tits jiggling up and down as she rode him. Then he suddenly stopped. He moved her forward a touch, and pressed his big cock head against her tight asshole. My wife inhaled quickly as she realised that this was going to hurt a little. It occurred to me that she might welcome the distraction from her tender tits by this latest *****. He started to push the head hard against her asshole I saw part of it stretch her hole open as it started to go in, and then it popped back out as her asshole hadn't yet stretched far enough to accommodate him. He just tried again pressing harder this time and my wife groaned but not in a good way. He was obviously hurting her, she hadn't had cock in there for more than 6 months, so I guess it had regained its tightness a little.

This didn't stop the assault, however, Sir was clear on his entitlement with her, she had signed up for this so she would just have to put up with it. Her tits glowed, her sloppy cunt hung open and now her ass was going to be stretched too .She held herself rigid as he pushed further and further into her ass with a slow forward and back movement. His hands held onto her hips firmly as he made his assault on her tight hole. Once he was satisfied he was far enough in her pulled back and thrust hard back into her. My wife yelped with surprise. So he did it again and again. In just a few more seconds he was fucking her ass like it was her cunt. I saw the lust clearly on his face and the concern on my wife's face. She just grimaced and let him get on with it. She was getting used in the most extreme way I had ever seen, by one man anyhow. To her it was a price she had to pay for getting a new bull who would see that she was used to the fullest extent and it was too late now to go back.

As she started to bob up and down on him on her own accord, he started to slap her ass cheeks as he fucked her asshole. The slap of his hands on her steadily glowing cheeks was as loud as the sound of her slapping down against him as she let him fuck her hard. He then reached up and told her to pass him her hands. He grabbed her wrists and pulled her back on him and ****** himself in as far as he could go, he groaned, my wife gasped into the ball gag and the intensity of it all came to a climax. As my wife's slapping red ass bounced on his cock as it ****** its way into her ass, and her purple - bruised tits slapping as best they could within their roped bonds, he came hard inside her ass. He grunted as his seed spurted inside her ass and she held on, in a mixture of pleasure, pain and satisfaction. Knowing she had passed the first test for her new beloved bull, knowing she had been well and truly used.

Me? I just watched from the chair from the tied kneeling position he had left me in, wishing to hell that I could stroke my cock.

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More????????? You really need to ask? Get fucking writing - this is way beyond being good. I love the way your wife has fully recognised that she is her Bull's latest piece of cunt and he will do as he wants and is entitled to do, to her. She's owned. It's good too, that you are denied the opportunity to jerk off. Cuck's need to learn they no longer can do as they want, their meagre sex life is controlled by the Hotwife or more likely by the Bull.

Yes Sir Ken, I know you are absolutely right, we cucks always live in hope but understand that there is a natural order to things that must be respected. Anyhow, to continue...............

Sir said something to her and my wife pulled herself up off him and turnaround and started to clean his cock with her tongue and mouth. The ball gag discarded as she attended to every part of his cock and balls. He then told her to hold her ass together and to kneel down infront of me with her ass in my face. She got up and moved carefully over to me. Sir was up on his feet too and supervised her final positioning and also removing my ball gag and the connecting rope down my back. My wife backed into me and I knew what he wanted me to do and my tongue found his spilling sperm between her cheeks and in her asshole. I licked and scooped and slurped as much of his cum as I could find. This time it wasn't mixed with my wife's cunt juice, this time it was all him with a hint of the metallic tinge of my wife ass. Nevertheless I gulped it all down until he decided I had competed the task.
Then he stood my wife up and I watched as he removed the cord from her tits, they looked very sore and from her semi suppressed wincing they were obviously tender as he freed them from their bonds. It said removing the cord would probably hurt more than when he first put it on but it would soon pass and she should be very pleased with herself for adapting to his needs so quickly.

She was soon naked and hurrying off to the bathroom to clean up and sort herself out. As soon as she was out of the way, he asked me if I had anything to say to him. I thanked him profusely for attending to my wife with such fervour and hoped she had lived up to his expectations. He said that she had but unfortunately I had not. I was a bit confused by this as I had done everything he had asked of me. He didn't enlighten me with what caused his disappointment, and added that he felt I deserved another caning and with a proper bamboo cane this time, rather than the leather crop. He said it would add a bit of extra zing to the sting and asked me if I was willing to please him by submitting to it, I didn't see how I had much choice anyhow but said I was happy to submit to whatever he wanted in order to please him. He responded by asking how many lashes of the cane I would like on my rear end. I said as many that would please him.

He laughed saying that I wouldn't get away with a diplomatic answer this time that I had to state how many I wanted him to apply. Too few would displease him and he would therefore double them and too many would displease him so he would also double them. He said he wasn't talking about just 6 of the best here, the number would need to be more meaningful. Fuck I didn't know what to say. Seeing my puzzled expression he laughed saying that he had an idea. Why didn't I suggest a number that would determine the number of days I would beg him to keep my cock locked up, and if it was enough he would cane my ass with twice as many lashes and if it wasn't enough he would cane me with three times as many lashes. And as a safeguard if the number was way too low, two of the strokes would be on my balls. ****! I didn't want that so I started to make a suggestion, at which point he told me to wait for my wife to return. Then when she did I would have to thank him for fucking my wife and beg him to keep me locked up for "x "days and to cane my ass "y" times.

We then stayed there without another word for the full 5 minutes it took my wife to return. When she did, I waited until she stood beside Sir, watched as he kissed her open mouthed for a few minutes or so, as he groped her naked body and then asked "Sir? May I please thank you for fucking my wife so well, and hope you will be gracious enough to fuck her again and again, at your discretion. I also beg you sir to please keep me locked up for the next 14 days and perhaps cane me for twice that many times. I hope that meets with your satisfaction, Sir! Thank you Sir!"

He looked down at me and said that since I had asked him so nicely he would agree to locking my cock up for the 14 days and cane my ass 28 times, but only on condition that I agreed that any failure to please him in the next week would result in me doubling my cocks confinement. I thanked him for being so considerate and braced myself as he put the ball gag back into my mouth.

He invited my wife to help him with some of the caning but she said she would rather not as she didn't have the expertise to know exactly where to apply the cane. He said he would show her and started to bring the cane down hard on my ass cheeks. Fuck it stung like hell, way more than the crop, he wasn't doing it by halves. He did a few more strokes talking to my wife as he did it. I was too busy bracing myself and biting into the ball gag to notice what was said. Then it was her turn, her first stroke was much lighter than his but he soon chastised her and the second one was the hardest yet. Then I lost count as the burn of my ass took over they were both doing tit properly now and I couldn't tell who was who. Then suddenly it was over and I relaxed with my glowing ass stuck out behind me. I was released from the chair and after excusing myself went to put my ass in some cold water in the bathroom.

I thought the session was over and I was not prepared for what I saw when I returned.

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great story you got to finish it

cuck, you see how easily you blend into the slut's Master's will? He is carefully training her to administer his idea of training in place. One thing I hope he insists upon is getting your wife to fuck your ass with a strap-on, and you thanking her and Him for the pleasure it must have given them.

I am told that I am a natural cuckold Sir Ken, that i need to be treated the way i am. To be honest it doesnt always feel like that to me, i do have moments of regret when i miss fucking my wife but as soon as he turns up and takes over, i immediately realise that i am in the right place, looking up to a man like him, which i truly do sir.

As for the strap on ass fuck, that has happened but not on the first occaission i am writing about, maybe i will tell more about that one later sir. If thats okay.

To continue.................

My wife was getting dressed to go out for a walk with her new owner, he had told me he would do this right at the start, when we first charted online, but somehow I had forgotten, along the way. She already had her stockings and garter belt on as I left the room. As I returned she was wearing a very low cut top I had not seen before, I later found out she had bought some clothes to his exact specifications for his enjoyment today, but I had not been privy to it until now. It showed far too much of her generous cleavage, it was slutty as hell. You could see the rope marks on her tits too if you looked close enough, he had slapped both her tits from the outside earlier so all those marks were nicely masked now. She also wore a short leather skirt which just about covered her stocking tops, but only just. My wife is a chunky woman and this skirt was just too short for her but it was a hell of a turn on. Her feet were clad in some black high heels I hadn't seen before either. Over all she looked like a slut rather than my wife and he was going to take her out like that. Fuck! My heart raced, this was a bit scary, there wasn't going to be anything discreet about this.

From their conversation I soon realised that my wife thought she was dressing up for him to enjoy more of her right here in this room. She had no idea she was going out in public like that. I realised that I should probably tell her, I also realised that she would tone it all down if she knew, but more important than any of that I knew "Sir" would be furious with me if I opened my mouth. So I stood there in silence, worried to fuck about the whole situation. He was soon satisfied that everything was right for him and sent her to touch up her make up in the bathroom, he told her to make it very heavy and slutty.

As my wife went off to do that I asked him in a whispered tone if he was really taking her out like that. He looked at me and laughed saying of course. She would turn every male head looking like that, which was exactly the point. I just didn't know what to say. He saw my concerned facial expression and told me not to worry because I would be there too following them 10 steps behind the whole way. I would see any reaction she might cause first hand for myself.

It was just about getting dark outside, the hotel was in the middle of a town, so everything was nearby, but the streets would be busy with people this was going to be a hair raising experience. Sir gave me my wife's panties which he had removed earlier and told me to put them on. I duly obeyed, then got dressed in my jeans and shirt exactly as he told me and pulled my coat over my shoulders. He got dressed too so, as my wife reappeared from the bathroom, her expression of confusion was obvious.

Seeing her puzzlement he said he were all going out for a bit and told her to grab her coat. My wife started to interject with a "Yeah, but...........!" Then she suddenly faded herself out as she remembered her role in this deal. This was his call. Fuck everything was now going to be his call, she wouldn't want to jeopardise that, so she just stood there obediently as he checked her over. He was pleased with her appearance, he studied her from all angles. He even dropped down and lifted her skirt to check her naked snatch still bore his claim on her. He didn't want her going out with her label all smudged, he said. "What would the others think when if they saw that your proudest marking was all smeared and untidy?" He asked her rhetorically. He got back to his feet told her to put on her knee length leather jacket, let her fasten it up and reached to open the hotel bedroom door for her. My wife took a breath and walked out followed by him. Then I wandered on behind keeping my distance as instructed wondering what the hell was going to happen next.

We walked down the hotel corridor, through the foyer and out into the street.

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More?????? What kind of a dumb-assed question is that, cuck? Do you really need an answer?
What I'm particularly enjoying about this is that your wife's Bull/Owner is obviously good at what he does. He's displaying all the signs of a wealth of experience with slut wives of cuckolds. Both you and she know that it's not only impossible to refuse his demands but importantly you both now realise that as owned slut and cuck it's your duty to show willing when a demand is made of you that you might not want to carry out, but to carry it out as you have no other option.
She'll cause a stir out in the street dressed like that, but again, that's the whole point of it, plus he's testing her level of unquestioning obedience to him, and yours.

Sorry Sir Ken, I just like to invite comment, as it is so important to me to know i am pleasing people rather than dissapointing them. Continues................

This was scary as hell, my wife had not been taken out in public like this before, she had always had everything hidden under her coat when she had been summoned to the odd address to serve, but here everything was easily accessible and ready for instant display. The smallest hand movement by "Sir" would lift her skirt to show her naked shaved and labelled crotch to anyone he chose to show it too. Also as she walked to keep up with "Sirs" increasing strides, and speed of step, her skirt was beginning to move up showing her stocking tops. It was only the smallest glimpse but my wife must have sensed it, as she kept trying to pull it back down as they walked onward.

We were soon walking past busy bars and eateries in seconds and heads were already turning to look at the slut on "Sirs" arm. She had unfastened her coat as we approached the crowded part of the street but as I was behind I couldn't see how much was on show, but I guessed most of it was by the reaction of people we passed. Males were turning their heads to look at her, some then looked away, some stared for a while and smiled. Females viewed my wife in equal abundance but their faces displayed their obvious contempt or disapproval. She was well and truly on display and everyone was looking and checking her out as she clung onto "Sirs" arm.
It was so busy now that no one would have guessed I was even with them, so I really got a poorer and poorer view of them as we walked. All I knew for sure was that my wife stood out from the crowd dressed like that and "Sir" was no doubt loving it. I couldn't begin to imagine what was going on in my wife's head. Abject panic verses a desire to please him I expect.

Then suddenly they turned and headed into a bar and I watched from just outside the door, not wanting to crash in on them. "Sir" heaved my wife onto a high bar stool facing the door, her stockings immediately on show. She wriggled her skirt down a touch as he ordered some ****** from the barman. She suddenly saw me and our eyes met for the shortest glimpse, she smiled widely and then looked away. This was her telling me that she was excited about this, she was no doubt scared of how vulnerable she was but knew that "Sir" was going to be so obsessive with her that she didn't really have much to worry about, apart from everyone seeing that she was a slut, and just as likely a paid whore with a client.

"Sir" turned back to her and she immediately uncrossed her legs, no doubt at his instruction. She then parted her knees until they were about 2 foot from each other and swivelled around slightly towards where a bunch of guys were noisily ******** at chairs and tables. I didn't realise exactly what was going on until I heard some laughter with whoops and cheers going on. My wife was flashing her badge at them. Then I caught on, especially when one shouted out "Let me guess you must be 'M'!" "Sir" said "of course" More laughter and banter followed but my wife didn't say a thing and kept looking at "Sir" for guidance. He kept her at bay and I guessed her role in this scene was supposed to be a silent one. Then "Sir" saw me watching and locked eyes with me telling me with a flick of his head for me to clear off. I didn't dare defy him and moved outside and stood a few feet further away from the bar. I could still her the laughter going on but now it was just noise and I had no idea what was happening, apart from the obvious. I must have stood there for a full 10 minutes or more wondering what was going on.

Then "Sir" and my wife came out of the bar followed by the lads, he looked at me as they passed and beckoned me to follow them. I waited until the lads had passed by in pursuit of them and then followed. They walked along a few yards and then went into another bar where it was absolutely heaving with people. "Sir" hung on tight to her as they disappeared into the crowd. I did my best to follow but lost them pretty much straight away. I didn't want to risk annoying "Sir" by bumping into them, so I treaded carefully and moved around the crowd.
Then I came upon them again, "Sir" was trying to get served with my wife just behind him surrounded by the lads. They were all flirting and touching my wife quite openly, she said nothing and did nothing to stop them. She had obviously been given specific instructions by "Sir" not to speak, for all they knew she didn't even speak English. They were all flirting and talking to her anyhow and finding no resistance started getting bolder, one guy grabbed a hand full of her tit, then another grabbed the other one, then another had a go at grabbing both. They started discussing her like she was an object to assess and were comparing her tits. Don't forget this was in a bar within a crowd of people, not hidden away in a hotel room.

I wanted to jump in and stop it but knew better than to interfere. Besides there was enough interfering going on, one guy now had his hand up her skirt. My wife yelped as his hand found her cunt, immediately getting "Sirs" attention. She wriggled but did nothing to resist this assault but "Sir" turned away from the bar, grabbed my wife and said "party over guys" and lead her out of the place. He did his best to move her out thorough the crowd leaving my behind completely to listen to the lads laughing saying what a slut my wife must be to let an old guy like him parade her round like that. This was delivered humorously rather than aggressively but no doubt they were pissed off that their fun had come to an early halt. When I finally managed to get back outside, there was no sign of my wife and "Sir" so I headed back to the hotel, hoping I might catch up with them. I just about did as they approached the hotel.

I stayed a dozen or so steps behind and watched as the male receptionist eyed my wife as they entered the hotel. We were soon back at the room and as we entered and closed the door behind us my wife was pushed to her knees. Where she begged "Sir" to fuck her again. She said she was so wet and horny she was fit to burst. "Sir" just smiled down at her and said he could always send her husband back to bring the lads back to the room. My wife said she would rather "Sir" fucked her but if that would please him she would happily oblige. He laughed and told her to take out his cock and to show him what she had already learnt from him, he added that she was not to touch her cunt until he said so. My wife was actually trembling with excitement as his cock re-entered her mouth.

Any more?

No one wants me to tell the last part of my story???????????????????????

Yes, please continue!!