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Larry's Lost Manhood
By Anonymous Author (address withheld)
***
A wife realizes that her husband really gets off being
dominated so takes full advantage of the fact. (Fdom/M,
bi, group, sm, bd, mc, huml)
***
Larry stood awkwardly in his wife's walk-in closet. His
wrist and hands were numb. His arms were aching from
being stretched cruelly upward through the pulley
attach to the ceiling and running down to his
handcuffs. His legs were stretched unnaturally far
apart and fastened to the closet wall on each side of
the small room.
He could hear the click of spiked heels on the hardwood
floor just outside the door. Suddenly the door swung
open, exploding Larry's darkened world in a blazed of
color. Blinking to focus his eyes Larry gazed in
worship at this beautiful wife/mistress. This gorgeous
creature he had dedicated the rest of his life to
serving and pleasing had on a short back satin robe and
black spiked high heels.
In awe of this beautiful female Larry momentarily
forgot about the dildo buried deep in his ass, the
life-like, flesh color, veined replica of a cock that
his dominant wife used to remind him of his servitude
and inferiority.
"SLAVE!"
As his wife spoke that word, Larry trembled
instinctively.
Her blond hair shimmered. Her feminine shape
silhouetted by the flickering candle light which
highlighted her soft skin in the darkened room.
"Are you behaving yourself? You haven't been touching
yourself again, have you?" she asked with feigned
concern.
Larry tried in vain to speak through his gag, but could
only make grabbed, grunting sounds.
"You are showing great disrespect in not answering your
mistress and will be punished severely!"
Reaching behind his head she removed the gag saying.
"My, my your jaws must be sore from wearing this nasty
thing for so long. Does your mouth hurt?"
"Yes mistress, but I love you."
Larry's wife tilted back his head with her left hand
then slowly raised her right. SMACK! Swiftly she
slapped her defenseless slave across his aching mouth.
"You are such a ungrateful and forgetful slave. When
will you every learn to never complain to your
mistress. Slaves have no right to complain about
anything much less the discipline they deserve."
"I am sorry mistress. Please forgive me."
"I will forgive you, but first you must be punished and
punished severely."
"Yes mistress, I deserve to be punished."
Walking out of the closet she picked up a tall wine
glass from the bedroom table. The glass was filled to
the brim with her own still warn urine. Returning she
held the glass to his lips. "You must take this warn
drink and savor it."
"Thank you mistress."
"What does my slave want? What does my whimpering
little boy/toy want from his mistress?"
"A drink," Larry pleaded.
Dipping the index finger of her right hand into the
glass she touch his lips with her dripping finger. She
watched with satisfaction as her trembling slave opened
his mouth and sucked every drop of urine from her
finger.
"What does my little slave want from his mistress?"
"Your piss. I want to drink your piss. I want to
swallow ever drop of your precious pee."
A subtle smile crossed her lips. A smile of both
victory and contempt for what remained of the man she
had married. She felt both aroused and exhilarated at
her triumph of humbling a once proud and arrogant male.
"Then you had better beg."
"Please. Please baby. I need it!"
SMACK! His wife slapped him with ferocious strength.
"What did you call me?"
"MISTRESS! Please mistress, I need to drink it so bad!"
"Tell me again what you need to drink, slave." She
grinned.
"Your pee. Please let me drink it. Please mistress."
Again she dipped her finger into the glass of urine and
touched his lips. This time, however, she did not
remove her finger from his mouth after he had sucked it
clean. This time she slowly began to finger-fuck his
mouth, sliding it in and out.
"I want you to pretend that my finger is a cock and
that you are giving me a blow-job. Pretend that I am
fucking you in the mouth with my dick." she commanded.
Larry shook uncontrollably but continued to suck and
lick his wife's finger.
"What are you sucking," she taunted.
"Your cock mistress," Larry mumbled as she removed her
finger from his mouth.
"Good slave. Drink!" she ordered, holding the glass to
her slave's lips and began pouring its contents rapidly
down his throat.
Gratefully, Larry drank the glass of his wife's urine
as fast as she poured it into his mouth. He drank it as
if it were a exotic drink or a fine wine. He drank it
as if he would never drink again.
As he drank the warn fluid, shivers went through his
body. Feelings of submission and passion swept through
him. He drank the urine deeply, savoring ever drop,
trying vainly to quench is inner thirst for submission
and humiliation.
After he had drunk the entire contents of the wine
glass, his wife set it down and stepped behind him.
With one hand she unbuckled the black leather chastity
belt cutting into his waist and let it fall to the
floor. The harness was used to restrain his cock and
balls and to hold the nine inch dildo deep inside his
ass.
Slowly Larry's mistress pulled the large penis shaped
phallus from her slave's bottom and walked in front of
him with it held contemptuously between her thumb and
fore finger.
"Your punishment slave is to clean this rod just like
you cleaned my finger."
"I'm not a queer," Larry mumbled.
His wife stroked his freshly shaved chest and legs.
"Your body is so smooth. You wear my panties and my
nylon stocking. And you pretended my finger was a cock.
You must be queer."
"I am not a queer," Larry said in a pleading voice.
"But if you LOOK like a queer and you ACT like a queer,
you must BE a queer. Or are you just afraid to admit
that what you really want and need is a real cock,
since you can't use yours any more? Wouldn't you like
to hold a real cock in your mouth. I could go out and
bring home a real man for you."
Silence filled the room. Larry was crushed by his
wife's words and deeply humiliated but a feeling of
arousal was spreading through his body. The sensation
grew as his own penis thickened.
Noticing his growing erection Larry's beautiful
mistress reached to the wall and selected a short stiff
riding crop. She walked behind her slave and gently
stroked the backs of his smooth legs, his inner thighs,
and his buttocks with the soft leather tip of the crop.
His mistress stroked up and down the crack of his ass.
Larry shuddered uncontrollably. He would do or say
anything to please his wife. Maybe she was right. Maybe
he did harbor homosexual tendencies. His own penis was
erect.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
"Now I want my little queer slave to tell his mistress
what he is."
WHACK!
"I'm a..." Larry hesitated then blurted out "I am a
queer."
WHACK!
"Say it louder, little slave, I can't hear you!"
"I'm a queer."
WHACK!
"That's better, but still not good enough. Say it
louder and in a little girl's voice," his mistress
demanded.
In a high pitched feminine voice Larry shouted. "I'M A
QUEER."
"And what does my little queer slave want more than
anything?"
WHACK! WHACK!
"Cock. Your little queer slave wants cock."
WHACK!
"Tell your mistress again. Tell you mistress each time
you feel the sting of the crop. Tell your mistress
until there isn't any doubt remaining in your mind what
you are and what you need."
WHACK!
"I'm a queer and I need cock."
Larry's mind was reeling. The entire scene was becoming
a blur. He no longer felt the rapid blows of the riding
crop. His very consciousness was fused with his
mistress.
As Larry received his beating and shouted in a high
pitched girl's voice that he was a queer, his own large
cock was stiff and proudly erect. Drops of precum had
formed on the top of his penis slit and were beginning
to trickle down his rigid shaft.
SLAM
Larry's mistress abruptly swung the closet door shut
saying "That dildo had better be clean when I open this
door again. Larry was again engulfed in darkness.
The discipline he had just received was beginning to
work on his sexual psyche with calculated
effectiveness. As Larry collapsed on the floor he was
asking himself. Did he need cock? Did he need a cock to
hold, a cock to suck, a cock to caress with his lips
and tongue? Did he want and need a warn, real cock? Did
he want to be fuck in the ass?
He visualized being fucked in the ass by his lovely
mistress. He imagined feeling the initial contact with
his anus and the slow, satisfying penetration as his
anal muscle succumbed to the unrelenting pressure of
the dildo as the massive tool filled his dark, colonic
tunnel. The rhythmic movement as his mistress thrust
the fake cock in and out of his ass.
In the still quiet of the dark closet, Larry somehow
found the dildo and began to lick it clean. As he
licked his mind travelled back in time. Back to this
first anniversary. Back to when his lovely
mistress/wife first taught him to need cock. When she
first taught him the worthlessness of his own manhood.
***
Larry remembered the night of their first anniversary.
He had completely satisfied his wife with his skilled
tongue. She had climaxed so many time he had lost
count. As always, Larry had yet not been allowed an
orgasm of his own. His wife's inner-strength was
beginning to returning in the after-glow of the sexual
release she had just experienced.
This was her favorite time to play with her slave. Her
inner-strength was at its peak, and her horny slave's
inner-strength was at its lowest. She was relaxed and
content while her husband was trembling and weak. His
only thought were his desire to make love to her, to
put his cock in her pussy and fuck her until he
exploded in orgasm.
This was also her favorite time to have long talks with
her husband about their marriage. This was the time her
husband would confess his most secret inner thoughts
and fantasies. It was from these intimate discussions
that their mistress/slave relationship had evolved. She
loved humiliating and humbling him and making him
submit to anything she could dream up. Tonight she was
want to see what his limit for submission really was
and would he give up his manhood to please her.
Pushing his head from between her thighs she patted the
bed beside her. When Larry was lying on his back his
mistress mounted her very horny slave. Larry almost
swooned with delight he was going to be allowed to
climax. She guided his rigid member to cunt. Slowly and
deliberately she sank down as his shaft disappeared
inch by inch into her hot, wet vagina. As she began to
raise and lower herself Larry began to thrust upward in
order to meet each push of his wife's.
"Don't move," his mistress commanded.
She continued her maddening dance of love. Larry made
another slight movement upward trying to keep his cock
deep inside her pussy. Reaching down she slapped his
face.
"I said, Don't move and I meant it. Don't move! Do what
I say or I'll quit right now!" she warned.
Larry concentrated on lying very still. He needed his
climax so bad he was shaking and whimpering. This was
the only condition that his wife would ever allow him
to orgasm in.
"You may lift your legs and wrap the around my hips,
slave," said his wife in a comforting and loving voice.
Eagerly Larry spread and lifted his legs and warped
them around his wife's small, soft waist. As she began
to move again, it felt to Larry as if she had the cock
instead of him and that he had the vagina. This
reversal of roles felt natural and right to him. He
felt like he was the luckiest man on earth to have a
wife that understood his innermost fantasizes and
desire. It was only four months ago that he had confess
that he sometimes had a secret fantasy to be a woman.
Each slow thrust of his mistress brought Larry closer
to his orgasm. Although he had pleasured his wife each
night during the past week, he hadn't been allowed to
climax. His testicles felt as if they were read to
explode with the pressure of a thousand unreleased
orgasm. His mistress had planed it that way. She had
wanted him prepared for the anniversary of their
marriage and his initiation into total slavery. She
wanted to transform him completely.
The last week of waiting and wanting no longer matter
to Larry. He was now receiving the rewards of his
patience and devotion to his wife. Tonight, he knew
that, at the time of her choosing he would be allowed
to cum.
"What does my slave husband want?" Asked his wife
coyly.
"I want to cum."
"How bad does my little slave want to cum?"
"Yea, so bad. Please let me cum, mistress. Please. I
need to cum so badly," Larry begged.
"If you really wanted to cum, you'd cry for your
mistress, your tears would be a sign of devotion to me.
I don't see any tears maybe I should stop."
"Please baby. Please. Please. Please."
Soon moisture began to form in of Larry's eyes and then
salty tears began to trickle from the corners of his
blue eyes and run down his face. Finally, the dam broke
and his entire body shook and shudder with sobs.
"Oh, I love you mistress. I love you. Please let me
cum. Please. Let me cum. Oh, I love you. I need you
mistress. Oooooh..."
Larry was on the verge of cumming, one step from the
summit of his orgasm, a fraction of an inch away from
the pleasure of his life.
As she pulled up and away from Larry, his mistress said
in a soothe voice, "I'm sorry, I can't let you cum this
way."
As his cock slipped out of her warm cunt, Larry felt as
if SHE had pulled her cock from HIS cunt. He began to
sob uncontrollably. Burning tears flowed down his
cheeks and into the corners of his mouth. His wife
cradled him in her arms as if he were her little baby.
Still sobbing Larry clung to his wife.
"There, there slave. I love you. This is for your own
good. Tell your mistress all about it," she cooed.
"But I needed to cum so BAD," sobbed the slave, "I've
waited so LONG!"
"There, there, little slave. Cling to your mistress.
Come on, cry and get it all out. Tell mistress
everything. Give yourself completely to your mistress.
Your mistress knows what's best for you."
Larry cried and wailed. The flood gates of his emotions
swung open. He poured out every ounce of feeling to his
mistress.
Larry pleaded to his wife, "but its our ANNIVERSARY!!"
"I know, little slave. Hold me tight and close and I'll
tell you about my anniversary gift to you."
"Oh, I love you mistress."
"I know you do, and because you have been such a good
little slave this past year, I've decided to reward
you."
"Oh, I don't deserve a reward. Serving you is my
reward, mistress."
"You are correct. A slave deserves no reward, but
still, I have decide to give you one." Reaching over
she opens the night-stand drawer and takes out a box.
"Your reward is in this box."
Larry's trembling hands took the gift-wrapped present
from his wife and tore off the paper. Inside the box
were two dildos.
One was life-like in every detail. It had a smooth head
and the shaft had veins like a real penis, it even had
testicles attached at the base. It was about the size
of Larry own penis. The only difference between it and
Larry was that the fake cock had a bulb and tubing
coming from it. When Larry squeezed the bulb a milky
white fluid spurted from the end of the rubber cock.
The other was much larger and made of hard plastic. It
was at least nine inches long and a full two inches in
diameter.
Larry gave his wife a puzzled look.
Caressing his cheek gently with her finger tips his
wife spoke. "Your reward, little slave is that I will
advance you to an even higher and purer degree of
slavery my pet."
"But mistress I already belong to you."
"Indeed you do, slave. But you will now be mine more
totally than before." She smiled.
Larry looked even more confused. "HOW!"
Looking deep into his eyes she though, this is it. Will
he submit to what she wanted or would she file for
divorce?
"I have decided to no longer allow you to use your cock
for sexual purposes. I will take away the ultimate
symbol of your independence and manhood."
"But mistress," Larry started but his wife put finger
to his lips and said.
"Hush! Hush! let me finish. This is the first and most
important step of many that I will insist that you take
if you are to be my slave for life."
With his next words Larry wife knew she had won!
Larry threw himself into his wife arms and ask. "But
how will I be able to make you cum! How will I be able
to give you pleasure?"
"You will no longer be able to pleasure me like a man
pleasure a woman. If I need that kind of pleasure, I
will get if from someone other than from you." Her
slave began to cry again. She laid in bed smiling and
stroking her slaves head for many minutes until he had
the courage to ask more questions.
Still sniffling Larry timidly ask "Then how will I be
able to please you mistress!"
"You will please me like one female pleases another.
You will please me with the touch of your fingers, and
with your lips and tongue. When I desire penetration
you will use the smaller dildo."
"But why can't I please you with my own penis?" Larry
cried.
"Do you enjoy being my slave?"
"Yes. You know I do mistress."
"Do you NEED to be my slave?"
"Yes, I've come to need being your slave. I love
serving you."
"Can a proud and arrogant male make a good slave?"
"No, of course not mistress."
"Well, I want you to be a good slave. You will lose
your manhood, but you will find the true happiness that
only a slave can understand. I know you don't
understand this right now but your mistress knows
what's best for you little slave."
"But how can I be please, mistress? I need to cum so
badly."
"You will be entered as a woman is entered. Your anus
will become your vagina. From this night forward, you
will only cum by being fucked in the ass."
Larry's mistress/wife took the larger dildo from the
box.
"I will teach you to need this rod in the same way a
woman needs a man's penis. You will learn to love this
rod. You will come to know each of its veins and
wrinkles and you will learn to savor it smell and
taste. You will even learn to crave and orally worship
it after it has been withdrawn from your own bottom.
As Larry's wife spoke these words. She watched his own
cock swell and throb. She wiped her finger across the
head of his dick, picking up some of the precum fluid
leaking from his pee slit and put the semen drops on
his lips.
"I will make you into a dirty slut," she continued.
"This dildo, will become the center of your life. You
will pray to it for your pleasure and depend upon it
for your release. It will become a part of your
fantasizes. You will dream of it at night, of it
entering your ass. During the day you will serve me as
my obedient slave toy. When you have finished
satisfying my sexual desires, you will beg me to enter
you with this dildo. Besides pleasing me it will be the
most important thing in you life."
She raised the dildo to Larry mouth and held it to his
lips.
"Kiss your new lover, then open wide."
Larry kissed the tip of the dildo then open his mouth
and received as much as his mouth could hold.
"Does my little slave need to cum now?" His wife asked
innocently.
"Yes desperately mistress. May I please be allow to
cum, please." Larry whimpered and begged.
"First go into the bathroom. On the counter is a can of
hair remover and a fresh razor. I want your body as
smooth as a baby's butt. You have forty-five minutes.
If I find any stubble anywhere on you, or if you return
one minute late, you will not be allowed to cum at all
tonight. Now go, I'm watching the clock."
Larry ran from the room as his wife picked up a
magazine.
She had already been sexually satisfied that night, but
the thought of subjecting her slave to this new
humiliation was arousing her all over again. Her
nipples were starting to get hard and her pussy was
getting damp again. As she lazily finger her erect
clitoris and looked at the pictures of men in bondage
in the magazine, she felt pride in what she was
accomplishing. She was transforming her once arrogant
husband into her submissive slave.
If only other wife's knew that they could manipulate a
man's sexual desire to bring them into slavery what a
wonderful would this would be. She now understood that
the macho ego of any man could be forever destroyed by
women who know the key to their hidden sexual desires.
This was something she would definitely have to tell
her female married friends.
Forty minutes later, her slave emerged from the
bathroom. He hurriedly tried to crawl into bed and
cover himself with the silk sheet.
"Oh no you don't slave. Go over and stand before the
full-length mirror, I want to see you." His wife
commanded. She got up from the bed and walked over to
her slave. His body was still lightly raw from being
shave for the first time. Kicking his ankle gentle she
ordered. "Spread you legs apart and put your hands
behind your head, elbows out. Let me inspect your work.
You still want to cum don't you or did you masturbate
while you were in the bathroom?"
"No mistress! I know the punishment for cumming without
permission. I only removed the hair from my body like
you wished."
Walking slowly around her slave she thought he looked
even more naked without hair. She could see the flush
of embarrassment on her once proud husband's face and
she chuckled the ask. "How do you feel now?"
"Embarrassed," he mumbled lowering his head, no longer
able to look at his own reflection in the mirror.
"Well you had better learn to enjoy that feeling
because you will experience it a lot in the future.
Look at the mirror Slave, this is the way you are to
keep yourself form now own."
Larry slowly raised his head and his mistress noted
with satisfaction that their were tears again in his
eyes. She decided that embarrassment was not the only
emotion he would feel before being granted an orgasm.
Standing behind him she cupped his still erect penis
with the fingers of her right hand.
Shaking his shaft up and down she said. "Look at your
cock. I think it looks bigger with pubic hair don't
you? It's a shame that such a big dick will never be
allowed in my sweet pussy. But you have do have such
pretty smooth legs now. Look in the mirror, aren't they
pretty when they are freshly shaved? I'll bet they
would look even prettier in panty hose." She walked
over to her dresser and pulled out a pair of white
panty hose. "Here, pull these on so we can see how
pretty those legs are."
Larry turned crimson with humiliation and
embarrassment. Yet his cock was in full erection. He
felt a strange inner desire he did not want to admit
existed. It was a burning desire within himself to
become a woman. To be feminine and vulnerable like a
woman. To open himself, to be entered, even a desire to
be fucked, to submit.
Larry felt weak... shaky... trembling again. He backed
up and sat on the end of the bed. He lost his
coordination and began fumbling with the thin sheer
nylon panty hose material. Slowly he worked the panty
hose up his smooth shaved legs. The silky material
worked its magic and transformed his legs into those of
a woman. He was actually beginning to feel like a
woman.
When Larry stood to pull the panty hose up around his
waist, he noticed a hole had been stitched into the
bottom. The location of the hole would correspond with
the location of his anus. He knew what he wanted at
that moment. He wanted to be fucked by his beautiful
mistress. He began to tremble.
"You're trembling again. What does my little slave
want?" His mistress asked.
"I want to make love, I want to cum, mistress." Larry
whispered.
"How does my slave want to cum?" she inquired hoping
that her husband had not changed his mind while in the
bathroom about submitting to her new demands.
"I want to be fucked. Fucked in the ass mistress."
"My, my. Is my little slave slut sure she wants to be
fucked in the ass!"
"Oh yes mistress. Please. Please fuck me. I want to cum
so bad it hurts."
Taking some sweet-smelling body lotion she massaged it
on her slave's freshly shaved chest and arms saying.
"But we aren't done inspecting your new body yet."
Going to her dresser again she pulled out a black lace
bra. Slipping it up his arms she fasten it on.
Larry was hypnotized by the image reflected in the
mirror and was delirious with sexual desire. A slimy
wet spot was growing on the crotch of the panty hose
where his horny cock was straining against the sheer
white material.
"Please, Please will you enter me now? I need to come
so bad!" Larry begged his mistress.
"But I need to come to. Who is it most important to
please, Slave or Mistress?" his now horny wife
demanded.
"The Mistress." Larry whined in frustration.
Smiling his wife said, "Then show me if my little slut
understands how to please me without a cock of his
own," she beamed.
Larry tenderly helped his lovely wife on to the bed and
crawled between her spread thighs. He had lost all
sense of time and space. Now that he had lost his
identity and his masculinity, he found it so easy to
merge his soul with hers. He had found new freedom in
his bondage.
Larry was consumed by his wife as he kissed the top of
the pubic mound. As he gently traced the outside of
each of her vagina lip she commanded "Tongue fuck me
Slave."
Larry used his fingers to spread her open, with steady
regular thrusts, he probed his tongue deeply inside his
mistress' wet vagina. He felt as if his entire tongue
was a penis, desperately trying to enter his wife's
sweet tasting pussy.
Larry's hand trembled and shook as he reached for the
soft smooth dildo. Moistening the instrument with his
own saliva and his wife's natural lubricating juices he
use the artificial penis to slowly penetrate his wife's
now glistening hole. As the fake cock glided smoothly
in and out of his mistress' vagina, Larry used his
tongue to stroke the tender tissues on the outside of
her pussy and to moisten the puckered brown skin of her
anus. He experienced the helplessness of not being the
one actually fucking his beautiful wife, but merely
providing assistance so the she could experience more
sexual pleasures.
He remember her words, that if she needed pleasure from
a real man she would look elsewhere. He wonder if she
would actually take pleasure from another man, if
should bring a man home and order Larry to serve them.
He wondered if she would order him to watch while she
was giving or receiving pleasure from another man, if
she would command her slave to assist in her orgasm. He
wondered if she would order him to suck the warm cum of
another man from her cunt or to please the man with his
mouth.
As these helpless thoughts raced through Larry's horny
mind, his mistress screamed with triumph and ecstasy.
She grabbed his hair and roughly pulled his head closer
into her crotch, smashing his face against the slimy
end of the dildo as she shook with the pleasure of yet
another orgasm.
Larry laid beside his mistress as she floated and
drifted in the dreamy afterglow of her climax. He held
her and gently stroked her back until her breathing was
again normal.
Larry excitement grew as his wife stirred and opened
her eyes. His own erection throbbed and his testicles
ached with pain at being so full. He prayed that his
mistress would grant him permission to orgasm.
As his wife sat up and lit a cigarette Larry reached
into the box and brought out the large rubber penis.
Offering it with both hands he pleadingly begged and
whimper as tears again flowed from in his eyes. "Enter
me with this rod mistress.
Please, Pleaseeee fuck me mistress. Oh pleaseeee... I
need to CUM! I need to cummmme so BAD!"
His mistress' lips slowly twisted into a cruel smile as
she took the massive phallus from his shaking hands.
"You're too small for this rod tonight, if I used it,
it would tear and do irreparable damage to your body
slave. Your anus has to enlarged."
At hearing this Larry collapsed on the bed sobbing
"Please, Please fuck me mistress."
"Hush Slave, you didn't let me finish, tomorrow we
start training you asshole. I have a set of seven
rectal dilators each a little bigger in circumference,
by next Saturday you will be able to take your new
dildo with only a minimum of pain. But since this is
our anniversary and you have been a very obedient slave
this year I purchased a very slender dildo to use on
you tonight. I'm sure it will give you the release
you've been begging for. Now get on your hands and
knees and reach back and spread your buttocks if you
want to cum."
Larry's wife knelt behind her still sniffling slave.
She thoroughly lubricated the thin plastic dildo with
K-Y jelly.
Taking a dab of the jelly she deposited it on her
slave's anal opening. As she massage his sphincter
carefully she was delight with his throaty moan and his
panting. He actually wanted to be penetrated. She
momentarily rested the dildo against his opening then
slowly began to push the member into his bowls. Inch by
inch the penis disappeared into his tight virgin
asshole.
Larry's face was contorted with pain and it felt as if
he were being torn apart. The dildo was buried to the
hilt now and his sensitive anus could feel the tool
moving in and out. He burned with sexual hunger and
humiliation and shame.
As the pain of penetration began to subside, his sexual
joy began to increase. Larry realized again that his
mistress knew exactly what he needed. It felt natural
being fucked in the ass and he pretended that he as a
woman giving herself over to sexual delight.
Taking one of his hands from his buttocks Larry's
mistress guided it to the tightly encased phallus.
Slapping his ass cheek hard she commanded. "Make
YOURSELF CUM SLAVE!"
There was no pain now, only the growing need for
release. Larry pushed the dildo harder and deeper into
his ass.
He was absorbed in his won world of lustful, gender-
less pleasure. The visions of his watching mistress
faded as he tightly closed his eyes. He was in a frenzy
now. He began to whimper and whine as he neared his
orgasm. He began to silently beg to the penis-god he
held in his hand for it to let him cum.
Waves of indescribable pleasure thundered throughout
his body and exploded in his brain. His whole body
shook and shuddered through a tremendous climax.
***
As Larry regained consciousness he found he was lying
on his back still panting. He must have blacked out. He
could still feel the dildo in his ass and he felt
ashamed to take it out.
He noticed that his mistress held a palm full of his
cum. Without his knowing it she had gently taken hold
of his penis during his orgasm and pointed it into her
hand so that she could catch his ejaculation.
Slowly and deliberately, she moved her hand to her
slave's face and dipped the middle finger of her free
hand into the pool of cum. She pulled her finger up and
out of the cum and watched a slimy string of sperm
trail from her finger back into the warm pool. She
continued lifting her finger up and away from the pool
of cum until the string broke. She then moved her
finger until it was directly over her slave's face and
lowered her finger until the end of the slimy string of
sperm was dripping from her finger to touch her slave's
lips.
Larry's beautiful mistress coated his lips with his won
sperm before placing her finger into his mouth so that
he could suck it clean. She then set the palm of her
hand holding the pool of cum on the slave's flushed
cheek and began wiping the cum all over his face. She
wiped sperm on every portion of his face. on his
eyelids, his cheeks, his forehead, his neck and chin,
everywhere. She continued to wipe her hand on his face
until the cum dried slightly and became frothy white
and sticky.
She then held her hand to Larry's mouth and commanded,
"Lick my hand clean, Slave.
These were the first words she had spoken to her slave
since she earlier told him to make himself cum with the
dildo. Now the tone of her voice was again soft and
loving.
"I love you mistress." Larry uttered before thoroughly
cleaning her hand with his tongue. The cum was now
drying on Larry's face and he was surrounded by the
order of desire and sex.
"Now pull out the dildo and clean it as thoroughly as
you just cleaned my hand."
"Do I have to clean it?"
"Yes, Slave. Every time I allow you to come it is your
responsibility to clean up afterwards with your tongue.
Now get busy or you'll be punished. Now pull out the
dildo and clean it as thoroughly as you just cleaned my
hand."
Larry turned white as he inquired of his mistress,
"Clean it with my tongue?"
Taking the filthy dildo she held it to his lips saying
"Learn to savor the take, Slave."
Obediently her slave slowly open his mouth wide and
received the soiled shaft. Inch by inch he sucked the
plastic penis clean. He thought the flavor to be bitter
sweet and not as repulsive as he had imagined.
His mistress pushed the member deep into his mouth and
down his throat until he gagged. She told him to relax,
that he need to learn to deep-throat a cock.
Larry pretended the dildo was a real penis. He allow
his throat muscles to relax and swallowed the rod
without gagging. He eagerly moved his head up and down
thy tool. He held the head of the shaft gently with his
teeth and flicked his tongue across the tip of the
head. He covered his teeth with his lips and moved his
hungry mouth rapidly up and down the bulbous head.
"That's my little slut," his mistress soothed, "Now
deep-throat it again! Good. Now take it deeper: That's
it. Now lick up and down the shaft with the flat of
your tongue! Yes. Follow that vein! Does it feel good?"
"Wonderful," her slave replied with removing his mouth
from the dildo.
"Don't you wish it was a real cock?"
Her slave remained silent but couldn't not keep his own
cock from answering the question by stiffening and
twitching uncontrollable. Larry continued to suck
feverishly on the dildo.
"Don't you wish the cock in your mouth had its own
warmth? Wouldn't you like to feel hot cum hitting the
back of your throat?"
Larry could not help himself. A deep, rasping moan
escaped from his phallic filled mouth. A moan of
pleasure and desire. That was exactly what he wanted
more than anything.
Larry's mistress then put her slave sparking clean
dildo back in the nightstand drawer saying "Someday
Slave I will bring home a real man and you can give him
a nice blow job, want that be nice?" Kissing her slave
on the on the cheek she whispered "Happy anniversary
darling! I love you. Get a good nights sleep my little
slut, tomorrow a new an exiting day for you slave!"
Within minutes, Larry could tell by her soft breathing
that his mistress was asleep. Larry slept little that
night. It was his anniversary and he burned with desire
for this beautiful wife. He loved this woman. He
wondered what he would do if he every lost her. He was
horny, but had never been happier in his entire life.
Larry's thoughts of the past were abruptly broken as
the closet door swung open again. His mistress,
silhouetted against the flickering candle light
appeared more stunning and captivating than he had ever
remembered seeing her.
Larry had no idea how long he had been bound in the
darken closet. The pain, the desires, the fantasies,
the humiliation, all melted into a blur in which
reality was left behind.
"Does my little slave/toy still remember what he is and
what he needs?" His mistress inquired chuckling.
"I'm a queer and I need cock." Larry replied without
hesitation in a high pitched womanlike feminine voice.
"Oh, that's so good. It pleases your mistress that her
slave is beginning to learn what he is and what he
needs?"
She said patting and musing his hair. She untied the
dildo from the nylon string which had held it in front
of her slaves face.
"Would you like to clean this or would you like to be
entered with it?" His wife sweetly ask touching the
rubber penis to his lips.
"Both" pleaded her slave in a little girls voice.
His mistress shook with laughter. "Oh so my little slut
queer wants it all, huh? Well here." She touched the
dildo to the tip of his dripping penis. Larry shivered
with delight.
"What's the matter slave, did that hurt you?" ask his
mistress coyly.
"No. NO. Oh, no. Its been so long since you've touched
me down there. I forgot how good it feel to be handled
and fondled down there.
"Well, that touch was for neither my pleasure nor for
yours. I was merely lubricating the penis which is
about to enter you. I was showing you kindness slave by
lubricating this dildo with your own slime, to ease the
penetration of your bowels. It was not a sexual
caress."
Laughing his mistress bent over, wiping the end of the
dildo in the pool of pre-cum which had dripped from
Larry's swollen cock to the floor, forming a sticky
pool. She took a finger and wiped the slippery fluid
around the tip and shaft of the artificial penis. When
she finished coating the dildo she wiped the remaining
cum left on her finger around and into her slave
asshole.
Larry moaned with anticipation and genuine desire at
the feel of her finger at his anal opening.
"An what do you want now, slave?" His wife/mistress
commanded.
"To be entered. I need to be entered. Please enter me.
Please. Please Mistress enter me and fuck me
pleaseeee."
With one brutal thrust, Larry's mistress shoved the
huge rubber member into her slave's ass.
"Ahhhh. Oh, yes. That's what I needed. Oh, fuck me
mistress. Fuck me. Oh, it so good. Soooo gooood. I need
more." Larry cried out lustfully.
Without tenderness, Larry's mistress gave him what he
had begged for, a hard brutal ass-fucking. She rammed
the fake penis in and out of his widely stretched anus,
as tears of shame and passion trickled down her slaves
cheeks.
She watched her helpless slave flush with arousal. She
listened to his breathing become shallow and rapid. She
observed his eyes squeeze tight with expectancy. She
noted his buttocks tighten with concentration on the
dildo, trying to keep it inside his ass.
She saw the change. His writhing, trusting body was
stilled. He had quit breathing. A low groan was slowly
rising to his throat. Her slave was on the very verge
of his climax. One more thrust of the dildo and he
would fill the closet with screams of orgasmic delight.
Immediately his mistress pulled the dildo out until the
very tip was griped by his anal mouth. She held it
perfectly still not moving it at all. She was not ready
to let her slave cum yet. He needed to learn what it
really meant to want. He didn't deserve an orgasm yet.
"What's the matter, slave?" His mistress quipped. As
she slowly slid the phallus to it's deepest within
Larry ass she whispered with a voice of cold sarcasm.
"Oh, its so sad we have to stop now. We were having so
much fun!"
Larry began to tremble, his ragged breath came to him
in gulp's and gasp's. His whole body quivered with
denial, he collapsed forward. He could only look over
his shoulder with pleading, tear-filled eyes at his
mistress.
With one hand holding the dildo buried deeply in
Larry's ass, his mistress reached down and picked up
the leather chastity belt which he had worn throughout
the day. She wrapped the belt around his waist and
snapped it shut as she ordered.
"Up, Slave! And grip the dildo with the muscles of your
asshole, if it falls out you will be whipped."
Larry obeyed instantly.
His mistress walked in front of her helpless slave. She
pulled the strap from the back of the belt down the
crack of his ass, cross the end of the dildo, between
his spread legs. She then slipped his erect and
throbbing penis and his testicles into the leather
pouch attached to the strap. She then connected this
strap to the front of the chastity belt. This re-
secured the slave's penis in its proper place and
imprisoned his cock and balls. Next she re-attached the
other two straps.
These other two straps were adjustable and connected to
the sides of the penis pouch and to the center strap at
his ass near the embedded dildo. These side straps ran
around each of his thighs and buckled, to insure the
entire apparatus would remain secure. The belt and all
straps employed suit-case style locks to prevent Larry
from removing the device after it had been locked in
place.
Larry's mistress wrapped her arms around her bound
slave and passionately kissed him as she stroked his
shaved velvety body. After several long moments she
pulled back.
"You feel so good... for a queer. Its too bad that you
can't please me sexually like a man," his mistress
sighed.
Larry's face turned red with embarrassment and shame as
he replied, "I'm sorry beautiful mistress."
"I need to be please by a man tonight, not just by a
whimp slave with a short sticky tongue," she said
coldly as she stared into his eyes.
"Please let me try to please you," pleaded and implored
her slave.
"You have tried before and you just can't. You please
me like another woman would try, but you can't please
me like a real man," his mistress snapped in disgust.
"I'm sorry, truly mistress, I am sorry. I would love to
please you with my cock if you would allow me to."
Larry spoke, praying that his mistress would consent
and grant him permission to have intercourse with her.
"I don't believe you. I'll give you a choice right now!
Please me like a real man. All you will have to do is
renounce being my slave. The choice is yours, CHOOSE!"
"You mean in order for me to please and fuck you now. I
will have to give up being your slave," Larry mumbled.
"That's what I said. Give up slavery forever and please
me like a man or remain my slave and never complain or
protest in any way when I am pleasured and fucked by
another man."
Larry did not answer. The answer was obvious, the die
had already been cast. The role of slave was no longer
an option that Larry could choose to take or leave. He
was slave to his wife and would remain such for life.
"I asked you a question, slave," she demanded. "What do
you choose? To become a man again or to remain my whimp
slave for life."
Larry began to tremble and quiver as tears came into
his eyes. Lowering his head he sobbed "I choose to
remain you slave, mistress."
"And what are you forcing your mistress to do when she
needs a real man to please her?," his wife taunted.
"Oh, mistress, No! Please don't make me answer that
question."
Larry's wife reached behind her and picked up a short,
stiff riding crop from its hook on the wall. "Yes,
answer me slave. What are you forcing your mistress to
do?"
"I am forcing her to find another man who will please
her," Larry mumbled with his head still lowered.
WHACK! A powerful blow of the crop slashed across
Larry's chest, leaving a purplish scarlet line just
below his right nipple.
"I want you to beg me to go out and find a real man to
fuck me," his wife screamed.
Larry's body shuddered involuntarily and he seemed to
falter and hesitate before he could replying.
WHACK! Another deep welt began to grown on the left
side of his chest.
"Tell me again slave, and this time I want you to
really mean it."
"Please, mistress. Please find a man to satisfy your
needs. Please find a man who will fuck you and ensure
your feminine desires are fulfilled," Larry cried out.
In a soft, gentle and loving voice. Larry's mistress
raised his head and looked deep into his eyes and
asked. "Why? Why do I have to find another man to
please me? Why can't you please me like I need to be
pleased?"
With tears streaming down his cheeks. Larry blubbered
that he couldn't please her like a man because he had
given up his manhood to become her slave. He told her
that he was her slave for life and that the most
important thing in his life was that his mistress be
completely pleased and satisfied. He told her it was
important that her needs and desires never be denied.
Be they sexual or other wise.
Larry's mistress smiled broadly. The excitement of once
again seeing her slave submit made her want to
humiliate him more than ever before.
"Since you are making me seek satisfaction from another
man, I think its only fair that you watch him fuck me.
Don't you?"
Deliberately leaving the closet door open for her slave
to watch, she stepped back into the candle lit room and
slipped off her back satin robe. She stood before the
bedroom's floor length mirror dressed in only her
black, spiked high heels. With her back to her slave
she began to assume various poses before the mirror,
admiring her gorgeous form, and pretending not to
notice the refection of her slave's hungry horny stare.
She casually pick up a bottle of body lotion. Pouring a
palm full of the sweet smelling mixture she erotically
rubbed it into her firm breast. A long, low moan could
be heard in the closet. Turning Larry's mistress gave
him a good view of her perfect breast as she reach for
and took a sip of white wine from the glass, which was
setting on a near by table.
Returning to the mirror she again began to caress her
own breasts. Pressing her palms against her titties,
she massage them sensuously with slow circular motions.
She opened her fingers to allow her nipples to protrude
and then tightened her fingers to squeeze the nipples
between her fingers.
In the closet, her slave was beside himself with
aroused passion and pain as he watched the reflection
of his mistress in the candlelight. He longed to caress
her firm, full breasts and gently suck her hardened
erect nipples into his mouth. He ached to feel the
velvet softness of her skin and smell her sweet
fragrance. In his pain and humiliation, he told himself
that he was not worthy of this love-goddess. In silent
awe, he worshipped his mistress.
Larry's wife squirmed with lustful passion in front of
the mirror. Her left hand stayed at her left breast
while her right worked its way down to her lovely pubic
mound. She ran her finger through the silky down that
cover her venus mound.
Gently she spread her vagina lips and wet her index
finger with her abundant and copious flowing pussy
juices. Keeping the top of her pussy lips spread open
she hesitantly touched her sensitive clitoris. Her clit
was fully erect and she could not suppress the moan
that escaped her lips. She wet her finger again and
began to make circles around her love button as she
began to squeezed her life nipple between the thumb and
first finger of her left hand.
Larry watched as her finger glisten with wetness from
her dripping pussy juices and her nipples turn red from
being pinched and pulled. He watched her eyes drift
closed and her hips begin to sway and rotate to the
beat of her own internal rhythm. She slipped two
fingers into her cunt hole and began to finger herself
as she used her thumb to massage her clit.
Her head fell back and her lips began to move as she
silently pleaded for orgasmic release from her
invisible lover. Then she became very still except for
the frantic movements of her finger on her clitoris. A
slow, deep growl escaped her mouth. She suddenly went
rigid, not moving at all not even breathing. Then she
emitted a long, deep sigh and after several moments of
blissful rest, she reached for and took a sip of her
wine. She did not even look again or speak to her bound
tied up slave in the closet.
Silently she walked to her dresser and pull out a black
lace garter belt. She hooked it on and adjusted it into
position just above her shapely hips. Next she pulled
from the drawer a pair of sheer black silk stockings.
She kicked off her spiked heels and sensuously pulled a
stocking up each leg.
Larry watched worshipfully from the closet. He felt
deeply hurt that she was dressing so sexually for the
pleasure of another man. Larry remembered his own
inability to give up being his wife's slave and the
feelings of inadequacy and powerlessness made him feel
even less worthy of this beautiful female dressing
before his very eyes.
After fastening each stocking on the garters, Larry's
wife walked to the closet and brushed past her bound
slave. She reached for her favorite and most sexiest
and most risque dress.
It was the dress that provoked and aroused the wildest
amorous passion in Larry every time she put it on. Just
see her in this dress gave Larry the hots and made his
cock harden instantly. The upper portion fit skin tight
and laced up the front like a corset and displayed the
cleavage of bosom in all their glory. The lower portion
hugged her hips and then cascaded freely down her legs
to mid thigh. The dress was split up the sides from its
hem to the top of her stocking. If she walked a certain
way you could easily glimpse a peep of her stocking
tops and the lace of her garters. The material was
black velvet which Larry found very erotic and
sensualistic and exciting and very exhilarating to the
touch.
Horny lust and despair welled up in Larry as his wife
slid into the dress and tightly laced the corset top.
He had never seen her look more alluring or beautiful.
But he knew as he watched, that this time she was not
dressing for him.
Finishing with her dress Larry's mistress moved to the
mirror again and admired herself. She took another long
drink from her glass of wine and sat down at her
dressing table to apply her makeup.
She put mascara and eye liner on, as Larry looked on
from within the closet and thought. She doesn't need
that stuff. She the most beautiful, sexy female on
earth and I'm privileged to serve as her slave. As she
applied a coat of lip gloss to finish a flawless job.
Larry admitted that the cosmetic's heightened and
enhanced her natural beauty. Her sexy bedroom eyes
sparkled naughtily and now her sensual pouting mouth
look so kissable it was beyond belief.
His wife was in the process of putting away her makeup
when she suddenly stopped and look at Larry. This was
the first time she had looked directly at her slave
since she had put the chastity belt on him.
"I know what you need, slave," she said teasingly. "You
need some makeup. Your eyes need that look that says
'FUCK ME!' and your lips and mouth must beg to give
blow jobs."
She walked over to her slave and carefully applied a
heavy coat of eye liner and mascara to his face. Then
she sloppily coated his lips with bright red lipstick.
In a few minutes she stepped back to admire her handy
work.
Larry looked quickly into the bedroom at the mirror and
could not believe how he now look. His wife caressed
his cheek, and Larry quickly glanced back at his
wife/mistress.
"Yes, that's better. Tomorrow you will learn how to
apply your own makeup. Now you look more like the
wanton slut you've become. Soon..., my little queer
slut, I'll be able to sit at home while you go out and
find me a real man to fuck. You will bring him home for
me and, if you're lucky and very docile, obedient and
submissive, we'll allow you permission to suck his cock
clean after he's finished fucking and pleasuring me.
I'll bet you're ready to do that now!"
She laughed, turned and slammed the door in Larry's
face.
Again Larry's world was shrouded in darkness. His cock
pulsed and throbbed with pain at not having achieved
orgasm. His whole body ached and merged with the
distress and pain he felt in his testicles. His nuts
were so full of sperm that every breath he took made it
feel if they were going to burst, the pressure was so
intense. But the pain that hurt Larry the most was the
vision of his lovely wife being loved by another man.
In his mind's eye he could see him fucking and pleasure
his wife in ways that he was denied.
Larry's mind began to drift back in time again. This
time to his second wedding anniversary. Back to when
his beautiful and attractive mistress/wife first took
sexual pleasure from another man. When his mistress
taught her slave that she could never be fully or
completely satisfied by a sissified whimpy husband.
***
Larry remembered that morning after his first
anniversary his wife had called his employer and told
them that Larry was quitting to devote himself to her
and their marriage. From that day forward Larry became
a house husband as well as his wife slave.
During the day while his wife worked at her office, he
was to cook, clean house, wash cloths, etc, all the
things customary done by female home-makers. His
wife/mistress had taken a week's vacation and he had a
short but intensive training course in becoming a home-
maker. His development and further indoctrination as a
submissive slut occurred mostly after working hours and
on weekends.
Larry winched almost feeling the pain when he recalled
the day that his mistress arrived home early from work
to find the house empty.
Her slave return home wearing male cloths instead of
the dress he was suppose to have on and he smelled of
beer. His wife without delay marched the surprised
Larry to the bedroom. Shoving him onto the bed she
ripped off his cloths while she slapped his face many
times as she screamed over and over again.
"You dumb fucking slut! When will you learn! You're not
a man anymore!"
She then entered the closet and returned with all his
male cloths. Piling his cloths next to him she handed
him a pair of scissors and demanded that he cut them up
into little pieces.
She next tied Larry face down on the bed with his hands
and feet securely anchored to the corners. Pulling at
his hips with her hands she commanded.
"Raise you hips Slave. I want to elevate you buttocks
with this pillow. I am going to punish you. Discipline
you severely. I going to whip you ass. You're not a man
who goes drinking at the corner pub but my personal
little slut/slave and when I'm through with your ass,
you'll never dare wear men's cloths again or even think
of leaving this house without my explicit permission.
Your bottom will look like chopped steak when I'm
through beating and lashing it you ignorant, empty-
headed fucking little bitch."
Before the beating was over Larry buttocks and inner
thighs were welted and bleeding and he was begging a
pleading for mercy and forgiveness from his mistress.
It took almost a month for his ass to heal up. This did
not stop his wife from purchasing the chastity belt
that he now wears daily underneath his feline apparel.
Larry focused his thought on his second anniversary it
happen to fall on a Saturday that year the second week
in January. The alarm clock when off at five thirty as
usual. His sleepy mistress reach across his naked body
and shut it off. She groped around trying to find the
key that would unlock her slave from his nightly
bondage.
Larry's feet were tied to the foot of the bed with a
scarf and his wrists were cuffed and padlock together,
a long dog leash connecting them to the corner post of
the headrest. He awkwardly struggled to set up,
unlocking his hands he reached back and removed the
strap holding the ball gag in his mouth. Rubbing his
sore mouth and jaw Larry untied his ankles.
"Thank you, mistress, for keeping me secure and
protected during the night. I love you more than life
itself. Please allow me the privilege of serving you
today."
His mistress had instructed him to address her every
morning in this manner. Since their first anniversary
he was bound to her bed with just enough slack in the
dog leash that if she desired he could wiggle and
squirm down and get between her thighs and satisfy her
orally if that was her whim during the night.
"You're welcome, slave. I love you too," she responded
to his question sleeply. "Did you sleep well, slave?"
"Very well mistress. May I please have permission to
use the bathroom, mistress?," he asked sweetly with a
girlish voice.
"If you mean piss slave, Yes. But remember that
slut/ladies like yourself squat on the toilet when the
pee, they down stand like at a men's urinal. And don't
be in there long, I don't you playing with the
miserable teeny little thing you call a cock. You have
chores to do. Be quite in there and while you're
working, I'll be sleeping in until ten."
"Yes, mistress, thank you for allowing me to pee and
I'll work very quitely."
Turning over and closing her drowsy eyes Larry's
mistress commanded. "Wake me at ten with a glass of
fresh squeezed orange juice and the morning paper. Then
you can prepare my breakfast. Now go make pee pee for
your mistress like a good little girl."
Larry hurried to the bathroom to relieve himself then
return to his dresser to prepare for the day. First he
pulled out the leather chastity belt. As he snapped the
last self-clocking buckle into place he thought himself
the luckiest slave in the world for having such a
beautiful and understanding mistress. He felt loved and
secure. A shiver went down his back as his sensitive
ass tried to accommodate to the cold, solid dildo now
deep in his bowels. He felt thankful that mistress had
chosen a small training phallus to snap to the crotch
strap. His mistress was strict and sometimes harsh with
him but he knew she only punished and whipped him for
her amusement and enjoyment. These punishments and the
discipline only served to make him a better slave.
Larry next took out of the dresser a black lace bra and
matching panties. He easily reach behind his back and
fastened the tiny hooks of the bra. He had learned his
lesson on dressing as a woman very well. He looked in
the mirror as he pulled the lace panties up over his
freshly shaved legs. The sight aroused him as well as
the feeling of the silky material as it caressed the
cheeks of his buttocks. He suddenly felt the mounting
pressure as his growing penis pushed against the
unyielding leather pouch restraining his stiffing cock.
His mistress had lined the inside of the pouch today
with sand paper and he knew that before long the head
of his gland would be rubbed raw and he would be in
agonizing pain. Larry took a deep breath and tried to
relax.
Expertly the slave pulled black fish-net stockings up
each leg and fastened them to the garters attached to
the straps of the chastity belt that encircled his
upper thighs. Watching the transformation of himself in
the mirror, Larry became aroused again and had to stop
for a moment until the pain from his growing erection
subsided a little.
Larry pulled the maid's uniform from the closet. The
uniform was a sheer black satin dress with a hemline
that ended at mid thigh just below the tops of the
stocking tops. Sewn onto the front of the dress below
the waste was a dainty while lace apron. The feel of
the fabric over his feminized body was too much for the
slave. Vainly. his cock attempted to thicken and rise
inside the restraining leather pouch. The combination
of arousal and pain brought him to his knees in lustful
tear. He was hot and horny and needed to be fuck like
the slut he knew he had become. While his mistress
continued to sleep Larry's enslavement continued to
grow in intensity.
Taking the list of chores from the dresser that his
mistress required to be done, Larry silently left the
bedroom. After thoroughly cleaning and scrubbing the
bathroom, he did the kitchen, then dusted the
furniture. At precisely ten he woke his mistress from
her morning slumber.
"Wake up, darling mistress. I love you," he spoke
softly from the foot of the bed as he held the juice
and paper.
'Waking up, his wife yawned then sat up as she brushed
her must-up hair out of her eyes. She smiled at her
slave as she stretched out her hand for the orange
juice. "Slave may approach his mistress," she spoke
softly and reassuringly.
Larry hastily knelt by the side of the bed and put the
glass in her hand, them submissively offer the
newspaper with both hands.
"You may now prepare my breakfast," she ordered as she
took the paper from his hands.
"Yes mistress, right away. Is their anything special
that you want this morning?" Larry spoke bowing his
head.
"I think a three minute egg, bacon and toast. Now go."
she said as open the paper.
Twenty minutes latter Larry return with a breakfast
tray and again knelt beside the bed.
"Have you completed all your chores, slave?" inquired
his mistress.
"Yes, mistress everything has been done. The kitchen
and bathroom are spotless and all the furniture has
been dusted and polished." Larry spoke with pride in
his girlish voice. He had learned to be an excellent
home-maker just as his wife/mistress had wanted.
"You are a very good little slave, and shall have a
tiny reward," his mistress spoke lovingly as she caress
his hair. "Bring the pad and I will give you a little
of your favorite drink."
Obediently, Larry brought the thin rubber pad from the
bathroom. He removed the silk sheet covering his
mistress then waited patiently as she worked her
negligee up under her breast. He then slid the pad
under his wife's buttocks, and upper thighs. Settling
herself she spread her leg widely and nodded.
Larry crawled onto the bed and lowered his head between
her spread thighs and pressed his face into her soft
fragrant crotch. His cock stiffen in its leather pouch,
sending waves of exotic pain throughout his body as his
excitement rose at the thought of what was about to
happen.
On weekend's Larry's mistress had starting employing
him as a toilet/slave. She would empty her bladder into
his mouth and when he had swallowed the urine she would
have him lick her clean with his tounge. At first he
had been disciplined frequently for letting some of her
precious fluid escaped his lips.
His mistress now felt that although her slave was
humiliated and degraded when required to drink her
piss, she felt that he secretly desired the act because
now he seldom lost any of her pee. She ruled out the
next logical step in toilet training for she could not
shit on any one not even her sissified/whip husband.
Everyone has to draw the line somewhere and this was
her line.
Larry now loved this weekend practice and felt it was
very appropriate that a slave should only be allowed to
consume drink after it had already been drunk. Larry
knew a slave's pleasure and release must never occur
until after the complete satisfaction of his mistress,
and must always be accompanied by pain and/or
humiliation. What could be more humiliating that being
made to drink urine.
Larry particularly looked forward to drinking his
wife's morning urine. He had grown to love the taste
and smell of his wife's urine and the way the taste of
her piss change and sweetened during the course of the
day. He know this change was caused by the sugar she
consumed as she drank coffee, tea and diet soft drink.
But nothing could compare with the taste of strong
morning pee. Nothing could conceal the flavor and aroma
of the hot fluid as it hit the back of this mouth and
poured down his throat and into his empty stomach.
Larry used the finger of both hands to spread and
separate the lips of his wife vagina. Closing his mouth
over her urethra he sealed his lips tightly to her,
waiting for the flow to begin.
As his mistress took a bite of egg, she relaxed her
bladder and let a warm stream gush into her slave's
eager mouth. She smiled as he squirmed and moaned with
pleasure. She had also come to enjoy these weekends and
was considering extending this delightful diversion to
other days of the week.
She chewed a bite of toast. She knew that her slave had
not climaxed for an entire week and that he was beside
himself with lust and desire for an orgasm. She knew
that when in this condition, he would become weaker and
more helplessly under her dominate spell with every
degrading task she assigned him.
She took a bite of bacon and let a long, warm gush of
urine escape her urethra. Her slave struggled to
swallow it all without spilling a single drop of her
delicious pee. Larry's wife took a sip of coffee and
smile again.
She thought about all the women she knew and all the
women of the world. They could all convert their men
into toys for their own pleasure and amusement if they
only know how to harness their men's overpowering
sexual need and desires. She wondered how much one of
her girlfriend or a rich woman would pay for a man who
was trained to greedily drink urine as his only reward
for providing her with hours or even days of submissive
service and untold pleasures.
For the final time she opened her bladder, this time
allowing all of its remaining contents to rush into her
slave's mouth. She arched her hips up slightly as he
began licking her pussy lips. Her pink puckered asshole
was now directly in front of her slaves face and she
gave a long morning fart. Although she could not bring
herself to shit in her slave's mouth. He was definitely
going to learn to worship her anus. She wanted to feel
his lips kissing and nibbling at the sensitive ring and
then feel his tounge bathed and probed her bottom hole.
As she finished her meal and read the paper her slave
remained at the crotch gently licking her labia lips
praying that she would become aroused. He loved his
wife/mistress and desperately want to give her an
orgasm to start the day off. He wanted to kiss and
caress her erect clitoris with his tongue and to feel
her titties and pull gently on her hard nipples as she
shook in a climax that he had produced in her, but it
was not to be. His mistress finished her meal and
pulled his face from between her thighs.
"Get busy slave and do the dished. But first I'm going
to bath so go draw me a bubble bath. When you've
finished the dishes come and help me dress."
Larry marvelled at his wife's beauty and elegance as
she emerged from her bath. After drying her he help her
dress. She wore a black leather min-skirt and ankle
length spiked heel boots that emphasized her long
slender legs. Her while silk blouse fit loosely and
contrasted with the skin-tight leather skirt.
"Its our anniversary. Would you like to take your
mistress shopping," she ask as she sat at her vanity
brushing her hair.
"Oh, yes mistress but I can't go in these cloths,"
eagerly replied her husband who was still dressed in
his feminine maid's uniform. He had not left the house
since the day his mistress forced him to cut up his
male cloths.
"Oh, changing won't be necessary for you. You make a
very pretty maid."
"But mistress..." stammered Larry.
"There will no but mistresses', now let's go, the mall
opened two hours ago and the paper said they were
having a gigantic sale today." Taking her slave's arm,
she led him to the garage.
Fear welled up in the slave. With each step toward the
door leading to the garage he became even more
frightened. He began to beg and plead as tears filled
his eyes.
"Please, mistress. Please don't.... Pleaseeee!"
"Please what?" she responded innocently.
"Please don't make me go shopping dressed as a woman.
Pleaseee!"
"But you make such a lovely woman. Your hair has grown
long and your beautiful nails match the color of your
lipstick. You really do make a very pretty female.
Besides won't shopping be fun? You've lost thirty or
forty pounds in the last year and you could certainly
use some new cloths. It will just be two girls out
shopping until they drop."
"Please, no." Larry sobbed.
"Oh, yes I insist. We might even meet someone we know?
Perhaps Betty and John you remember them don't you. Or
that nice couple down the block Frank and Edith. Don't
you want to come out of the closet as they say and quit
hiding your little secret?"
"I'm so ashamed. Pleasee don't make me go like this,"
her slave whined.
"Don't whine, darling," she consoled. "We might even
find us a man today. I know you're always horny.
Wouldn't you like to fuck by a man?" she giggled.
Larry began to cry and sob, "No! I only want you. I
only want to please you."
"Well, I need more than just you. I need a real man."
Larry's face flushed red as they entered the garage.
His cock though was rock-hard and causing him immense
pain with in its leather prison. Larry at that moment
was very confused, how could he be so humiliated and
embarrassed and you so turned-on and aroused at the
same time.
His mistress walk to the back of her BMW and open the
trunk. "OK, my little whimp/panty slave. This time I'll
let you hide here in the trunk while I shop. But think
about what you'll be missing. All the beautiful dresses
and lingerie we could have tried on and bought. Now
strip, take that dress off and your panties, it's ten
degrees outside today and I want you to suffer while
I'm shopping."
Thankful not to be publicly humiliated he quickly
followed his mistress's orders and crawled into the
trunk and curled himself into a ball. His mistress
produced two pair of handcuffs. She pulled her slave's
right arm behind his back and cuffed it to his left
ankle. She then pulled his left arm back and cuffed it
to his right ankle. Pulling out a wad of toilet paper
from her purse she stuffed as much as she could into
Larry's mouth. She add ball gag making it impossible
for the paper to be spit out.
"That should hold you for awhile," she said cruelly
pinching his ass. Turning she walked to a garbage can
in the corner of the garage. Pulling out a plastic bag
with fish scraps and rotting food, she returned and
place it next to Larry face. The smell was overpowering
and Larry had to fight the urge to vomit. He tried to
move away from the foul smelling bag but the way he was
bound he couldn't escape the odious odor.
Laughing his mistress smirked, "you looked to
comfortable, slave. Now you will really suffer."
Slowing closing the trunk she added. "You will be
cramped cold, and alone. In your misery, I want you to
ask yourself if your foolish pride is more important
that obeying your mistress. Think about who and what
your are now. You are no better than that stinking bag
of garbage beside you! You should be honored to be my
slave and act as my personal maid. Think about how good
it would have felt to walk in the warm stores with me,
smiling at people, and trying on clothes with me. I
love you slave. Remember, this is for you own good."
SLAM! Larry was now in total darkness. He heard the car
start then begin to move. The stench of the garbage was
sickening to the bound slave. His arms and back was
beginning to ache. He lost track of time as he thought
about his wife's words. He felt the car stopping then
the sound of the door slamming.
The toilet paper was disintegrating is his mouth, bits
of it were going down his throat every time he
swallowed. His trouble mind reeled with thoughts as he
tried to sort out what was happening. He admitted to
himself that accompanying his wife in public as her
feminized slave would allow him more dignity than lying
like a bag of garbage in the trunk of her car. He
pictured himself beside this attractive and elegant
mistress, blinded by her radiant beauty.
Slowly, a new realization came to Larry. He realized
and understood that if he truly gave himself to his
mistress, he would not care how he was dressed or what
the reactions of other people would be. Yes! Now he
realized his wife was right when she told him that she
was doing this for his own good.
After what seemed an eternity of waiting in the
cramped, foul darkness, the car started and began
moving again. Later the trunk door opened and Larry was
back in the garage again.
His mistress unlocked her slave's cuffs and removed his
gag. "Well, did my little slave learn anything on our
shopping trip?", she inquired.
"Yes, beautiful mistress," Larry quickly spoke
swallowing the last of the toilet paper. "I learned
that the only important thing in my life is being with
you and pleasing you."
"Then what do you say, slave?", his mistress asked
smiling, knowing that her slave had taken another giant
step in his development.
"Thank you, mistress. Thank you for teaching me an
important lesson. If I should falter in the future or
displease you. Please punish and discipline me so that
I can learn to be a better slave. My only wish in life
is to serve and obey you, mistress."
"You're welcome, slave. Now take that awful smelling
bag out of my car and throw it back in the garbage can,
then run into the house and meet me in the bathroom. I
need to urinate and its been several hours since you've
tasted my precious priceless pee. Now hurry!"
After swallowing the last drop of this wife's urine and
tenderly cleaning her vagina and anus with his tongue,
Larry started to rise but his mistress kept the almost
nude slave between her thighs by locking her legs
around his back and hips. She commanded, "Down! You
slut bitch. I didn't give you permission to rise." She
slid back on the toilet seat smiling as her slave
dropped back to his knees and bowed his head in
submission.
"Did I taste sweet, my little slut," she ask as she
caressed his still damp lips with the tip of her
finger.
"Oh, yes mistress. Your pee is delicious, it taste even
better than that expensive bottle of champagne we had
on our wedding night."
"Good! I have decided that you will accompany me to the
ladies room every time I need to relieve myself and
that includes when we're out in public. Now kiss me I
want to see if I cant taste myself."
Leaning forward she french kissed her slave for several
moments. Breaking the kiss she gasp, "You stink of
garbage! You must bath we are going out to dinner this
evening." Reaching into her brasserie she handed Larry
the key to the chastity belt adding. "Clean your dildo
before you shower."
She was pleased to see the her husband/slave was still
erect and stiff when he removed the leather prison from
his body. She even heard the moan of pleasure as he
extracted the dildo from his ass. Her eyes sparkled in
the knowledge that what she had subjected him to
excited and aroused her slave/husband. She watched
contentedly as he immediately began to clean the smelly
rod with his tongue and continued licking and sucking
the instrument until she took it from him saying.
"Be sure to used the depilatory, if I find one hair
where it shouldn't be we will stay home and I will
punish you and there will NO ORGASM for you my little
slut/slave." She reached down and picked up the
chastity belt and left the bathroom.
Larry spend almost thirty minutes in the shower, the
hot warm water soothed his aching body. He felt
refreshed now. Turning off the shower he turned on the
faucet and adjusted the temperature to its coldest.
Lying down in the tub he maneuvered himself until the
cold water rushed over this genital parts. He hope this
would reduce his libido. His penis started to deflate
and shrink in size and the cold water lessened the
pressure in this testicles. He smiled at his ingenuity
because now his sexual organs would now fit more easily
and with much less pain in the leather prison of the
chastity belt.
Drying himself Larry quickly returned to the bedroom.
Setting on the bed he started putting the chastity belt
on again but stopped in horror. Attached to the center
strap was his discipline dildo. His wife had replaced
the normal training dildo with this much larger fake
cock. His anus had stretch considerably over the past
year and could now easily accommodate being penetrated
by the training dildo.
The discipline dildo was over two full inches in
diameter and was a perfect replica of a real penis. The
longest his mistress had forced him to wear it was
approximated twenty minutes. The agonizing pain, he
remembered had been excruciating and unbearable beyond
belief. Its primary purpose, up to this time, had been
as an object of worship. Larry would be bound and tied
in a severe discipline position, kneeling or lying in
front of this artificial phallus. This realistic rod
would be illuminated by a candle and often suspended in
such a way as to appear erect. Sometimes sticks of
incenses would burn beside the dildo as if it were a
alter. Larry would spends hours hypnotized by the
beauty of the tool, and by the end of the session he
would be licking and kissing the shaft with devote
reverence and praying to it for his own sexual release.
Now, however he would be expected to wear the
discipline dildo for an extended period of time. Slowly
Larry open the drawer of the nightstand and removed the
tube of K-Y jelly. Lying on his back, he lubricated the
veined shaft and the massive head of the dildo. Pulling
his knees back to his chest he lowered his gooey finger
to his bottom. Slowly his finger circled his tight
pucker anal ring, massaging and preparing his hole.
Picking up some more goo from the dildo he eased his
finger deep inside his rectum. The finger felt cool and
relieving to his hot, colonic tunnel. He twisted the
finger and pumped it in and out several times. His baby
smooth buttocks squirmed and twitched as a delicious
feeling of arousal swept through his bowel. He could
feel his penis start to stiffen. He continued fingering
his asshole adding a second then a third finger trying
to stretch and enlarge his nether hole for penetration.
The glistening dildo descended between his now widely
spread thighs, he was going to attempt
to insert the discipline dildo inside himself.
"Need some help?"
His wife had been casually watching her slave as she
applied her make-up. She rose and took the dildo from
his hand. Pressing the sticky head of the instrument
firmly again the mouth of his anus she asked, "Ready?"
Tightly closing his eyes the slave whispered "Yes, I
hope?," as he anticipating the pain in which he would
soon be immersed.
His wife waited. She allowed the tension and
apprehension to build. Her slave began to pant and his
buttocks began to tighten and flex. With her free hand
his mistress gently stroked the insides of his thighs
and then the globes of his bottom wanting him to beg
for penetration.
"Please, mistress. DO IT! Enter me! Pleaseeee enter
me!" Larry pleaded.
His mistress mounted her slave and sat sideways on his
chest. She firmly clamped one hand over his mouth so
his screams would be muffled. She then rammed the huge
tool to the hilt up his ass. His body bucked wildly as
he attempted to scream in pain, but his mistress rode
him like a bucking wild horse. Slowly his body went
limp as he obeyed her commands.
"Relax, darling. Don't fight it. Accept it! The pain
will pass. Relax I say."
She snapped the straps of his chastity belt into their
locks and rolled of him.
Recovering from the initial pain, Larry looked over at
his lovely wife. She wore only a lacy powder-blue half-
bra with matching silk panties, a blue garter belt, and
powder blue stockings. She looked so beautiful that he
felt completely unworthy of her.
Aroused and excited at subjecting her slave to the
discipline dildo had induced a desire in Larry's
wife/mistress for a orgasm. Raising her legs she
quickly slipped her panties off her hips, up her
thighs, and off her legs. Tossing the damp panties on
the floor she demanded.
"Slave, after you have pleased me with your tongue. I
want you to wear the pleasure harness and service me
with my dildo."
Trembling with anticipation Larry crawled down the bed
and knelt between his love-goddess' legs. Tenderly he
spread her velvet smooth thighs wider and lowered his
face. He paid homage to this mistress as he serviced
her vagina with his eager tongue. Soon, he lost himself
in his wife's pleasure. Her pleasure became his
passion, as he pushed his tongue deeper and deeper in
her hot wet pussy. The erotic rhythm of his thrusting
tongue increased with the tempo of his mistress bucking
and weaving hips. As she travel closer to her orgasm
Larry had to pause more frequently to swallow her sweet
nectar.
"Oh... Oh... Yes... just a little more... oh... so...
close... yes... oh yes... Now! Now, goddam you! Suck my
clitty... Tongue, it! Faster now! Yes!!..........
Ooooooh......... Yessssssss..."
Larry marvelled again at his wife's beauty and power.
He loved the way she commanded their love-making. He
thought about how much he loved serving this goddess.
Still breathing hard Larry's mistress want her cunt
filled. Pushing his head away from he soaking pussy she
order. "Enter me now the dildo. Hurry!"
Larry opened the chest at the foot of the bed and
pulled out the pleasure-harness and his mistress'
dildo. He had not been allowed to enter his wife with
his own penis since their first anniversary but instead
filled her womanly needs by wearing an artificial penis
in a harness. A penis which pleasure his wife, but
never himself. Each time he strapped on the harness, it
reminded him that his own penis was not good enough for
his wife. He fumbled awkwardly with the straps.
"What's taking you so long, slave. You should be an
expert at wearing that thing by now. After all, its
been a whole year since you've been a real man," his
mistress snapped in annoyance.
His cheeks burned as he pulled the straps around his
waist and legs and tightened the buckles. After apply a
little K-Y to the head of the dildo he knelt between
his wife legs and slowly enter her slick fuck hole.
"Oh, that feels soooo... good," his wife sighed. "Don't
you wish it could be your penis entering me?"
"Oh god yes, darling. Its been so long since I've been
inside you with my cock. Can I? Please!"
"You know you can't. Tell your mistress why you can
never enter her with your own little penis."
There was no response.
"Go on, tell your mistress. You know its good for you
to say it out loud," she demanded.
"Its because I'm not man enough," Larry spoke softly.
"That's right. Your aren't man enough and you never
will be. Tell me again."
"I'm..." Larry's voice broke into a sob. "I'm not man
enough and I never will be man enough."
"Ahhhhg.... Ooooooh... " She exploded into orgasm, a
deep satisfying vaginal orgasm. Hearing her slave
grovelling as he pumped the dildo into her cunt had
pushed over the top to a wonderful climax.
With the artificial phallus still buried deep inside
his mistress, Larry held her limp body close to his and
gently stroked her soft skin. His own member was numb
from the relentless pressure of the leather chastity
belt and his ass felt as if it were being split in two
by the discipline dildo buried deep in his bowels. The
two lovers fell asleep in each others arms, one
completely satisfied the other desperately wanting
release.
***
The room was dark when Larry awoke to the gentle
nudging of his wife.
"Lets get ready for dinner. Your cloths are laid out,"
his wife told him.
The slave's outfit consisted of a matching pink bra and
garter belt, pink panties adorned with white lace, pink
stocking, pastel blue slacks, pastel yellow blouse, and
a pair of white open-toe sandals. He was shocked at
what she expected him to wear on their anniversary
night out, but he head learned his less in the truck of
the car, and would not questions her judgement. She
knew what was best for him!
His wife slipped into a skin tight leather jump suit
and red, knee-high spike-heel boots. Her long blond
hair flowed freely to her slender waist accentuating
her shapely rear end. Her mascara and make-up
emphasized her large expressive eyes, which shined with
a mischievous sparkle. She looked absolutely ravishing!
"You look beautiful, mistress," admired her horny
slave.
"Thank you, slave. I doubt that you will forget tonight
for a long time.
Are you read to go?"
"Yes! But what is going to happen tonight?" Larry asked
with uncertainty in his voice.
"Tonight, I will test you. I will test both your
submissiveness and your endurance to humiliation. If
you pass your test, you will experience the delights
and rapture of a far higher degree of slavery. If you
fail your test you will no longer be allowed to be my
slave. I demand a slave who will totally submit, and I
will accept nothing less than complete subservience
from a slave."
"I love you, mistress. I won't fail you," Larry spoke
confidently.
"I'm sure you won't. I know that you are submissive by
nature, and that the more totally you give yourself to
me the happier you become."
"I love you for being so understanding, mistress,"
Larry said as he lowered his head.
She reached out and began to squeeze his nipples
through the material of his blouse. She squeezed them
rhythmically then with a vice-like grip until he gasped
in pain. As she pinched, she continued to lovingly
speak to her slave.
"Yes slave, I do understand you. I understand you
because I love you. It is because of my love for you
that I have planned this special evening. Now lets go!"
Arm-in-arm, they walked to her car and drove to a plush
restaurant. They were seated in a secluded corner. The
candle light flickered on their crystal place-setting
as the waitress approached with their cocktails.
As they sipped their drinks Larry's was torn between
thoughts of desire for his beautiful wife and thoughts
of pain as his stretched anal opening fought to either
expel or swallow the discipline dildo buried in his
ass. He also thought how lucky he was being married to
such a beautiful woman who understood him so
completely.
The pain in his body contrasted sharply with the
tenderness with which his mistress now spoke to him. He
forgot about the day's sessions of humiliation. He
forgot that he was in public dressed like a feminine
whimp and did not notice the strange stares he was
receiving from the waitress. He almost even put from
his mind the painful anal discipline he was now
experiencing.
"Ready to order?" The waitress spoke standing at their
table looking to Larry's wife for an answer.
"I'll have the prime rib, medium rare. I would like the
salad, a baked potato, and a glass of red wine."
"Thank you ma'am. And what will your friend have?" the
waitress asked, still not looking at Larry.
"This pathetic sissy whimp will have a bowl of oatmeal
and a glass of water.
Believe me, he's not man enough for solid food."
Larry's face burned red with embarrassment, shame and
humiliation. How could his mistress turn on him like
this after she had just been so sweet and loving?
For the first time, the waitress looked directly at
Larry. Intentionally the corners of her mouth lifted
into an amused sneer. Then she burst into laughter,
spun on her heels, and left.
"Why did you say those things?" the humiliated slave
whispered to his mistress after the laughing waitress
had gone.
"How dare you question your mistress. You shall be
punished for that outburst. Put your hand on the
table."
"What?" Larry responded not believing what she had
ordered.
"Put you hand on the table, palm down," his mistress
barked staring into his fearful eyes.
"Why?" Larry ask, praying that this was some awful
dream and his wife was not really going to punish him
in public.
"Because I said to, put your hand on the table. NOW! Or
you punishment will be a hundred-fold worse," commanded
his mistress.
Her tone of voice was harsh and demanding and the
commands she had give had carried beyond their table.
Several other couples were discreetly observing the
scene to see what would happen next.
Obediently, Larry place his hand flat on the white
table cloth, palm down.
"Now if you don't obey me by doing precisely what I
say, your punishment will be much worse. Do you
understand?"
"Yes, mistress," Larry weakly replied.
"Then tell me why you must be punished."
"I must be punished because I questioned my mistress."
"That's right, slave. Now I want you to quitely say
you're sorry while I punish you, and I don't want you
to stop saying it until your punishment is over. And I
want you to say it just loud enough that those people
pretending not to be watching at the nearby tables can
hear you. Do you understand?"
Bowing his head Larry responded "Yes, mistress. I
understand. I love you."
"I know you do, slave. I know you do." As she spoke
those words she picked up a fork and began pressing the
prongs into her slaves' skin on the back of his hand.
"I don't hear you, slave," she whispered.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry," Larry began
repeating over and over.
His mistress continued pressing the prongs deeper and
deeper into his skin. A trickle of red blood ran from
Larry's broken skin. Finally the pain was to intense
and he whimpered "Please stop now, I'm sorry."
"Say it louder, slave. So all the people here know what
a pathetic whimp you are."
The pain in his hand was incredible. As he prayed that
his mistress would stop this public torture and
humiliation, his penis thickened and stiffened
straining against its leather cage. With sweat breaking
out on his forehead Larry pleaded in a louder voice.
"I'm sorry mistress. Please forgive me."
"Now beg in your little girl's voice. Beg for me to
stop," his wife now taunted.
"Please stop. I'm sorry. Pleassee..." whined the slave
in his sissy voice.
"Look at the other tables. What are they looking at?"
questioned his mistress without relieving the pressure
of the fork.
Through bleary eyes Larry glanced around the candle-lit
restaurant. People were indeed watching him. They were
smiling mockingly and whispering to each other. When
his gaze met their's they would quickly look away.
"Now you're making too much noise!" scolded his wife.
"You're disturbing the restaurant's other guests.
They're watching you. Put your thumb in you mouth and
suck on it!"
Larry gasp in horror.
His wife pushed the fork deeper into his hand and began
to rock it back and forth.
Excruciating pain shot throughout Larry's body. He
raised his hand to his mouth and slowly inserted his
thumb.
His mistress smiled in satisfaction as she watched her
slave once again submit to her dominance.
"Now pretend you thumb is a penis and suck it. Show all
these people what a thumb-sucking whore you are."
Obediently the humiliated slave started moving his
finger in and out of his mouth in slow erotic strokes.
Tightly closing his eyes he performed this oral act
before a restaurant full of disbelieving customer. He
was soon lost in sweet, sexual bliss, performing a
public blow-job on an imaginary penis, publicly
humiliating himself out of love and submission to his
mistress.
"Your dinners."
The waitress' sudden voice startled Larry into reality,
he opened his eyes and sheepishly withdrew his wet
finger from his mouth.
"May I get you anything else?" the cute waitress
inquired looking at Larry with contempt.
"No everything looks fine," responded his wife.
As Larry ate the steaming oatmeal with his spoon, he
could not help to smell the delicious aroma of his
wife's prime rib dinner. He inhaled deeply with an
inner hunger but dared not ask that it be fulfilled.
After dinner as his mistress drove through the city,
Larry cuddled close beside her in the middle of the
front seat. The pain of the discipline dildo in his
bowels had faded into a dull, throbbing body-ache. As
they drove his mistress allowed him to run his hands up
and down the skin-tight leather legs of her jump suit.
He was filled with ecstasy. He felt so fortunate to
serve such a sexy beautiful woman. He felt a part of
her, an extension of her body, trained and disciplined
to serve and pleasure her at her whim.
She pulled into a darkened parking lot. She and her
slave walked together into a smoke-filled club. She led
Larry to a table next to the dance floor and seated
herself across from him. They watched the couples
dancing.
Larry felt insecure and uncomfortable, he notice two
men at the bar lustfully eyeing his wife. The two men
glared at Larry then burst into laughter. One stood up
and walked up to his mistress and whispered something
in her ear. She smiled, stood up and took the man's
hand and went to the dance floor. The music was slow
and sensual as Larry for the first time watched his
wife cling to another man.
Larry watched from his table and burned with jealousy
and humiliation as man after man danced with his wife.
He watched other men handle and fondle his wife as she
encourage more. He watched them kiss her on the mouth
as she opened her lips wider to receive their tongues.
He watched them kiss her on her neck as she rolled back
her head to allow them access to her breasts. He
watched them run their hands up and own her smooth,
leathered ass as she ground her pelvis tightly into
their crotch in a slow, sensual, circular motion.
The music stopped. The band was taking a break. His
wife returned to the table.
"Are you enjoying yourself tonight?" she asked in a
sarcastic voice.
Larry could not hide his jealousy as he retorted "I can
tell you are, slut."
SMACK "How dare you talk to your mistress like that,"
she screamed as she slapped him hard across the face.
"I thought you had learned your lesson in the
restaurant. Well, apparently you haven't. Get your
thumb back into your mouth."
"But mistress..."
"Get it into your mouth now and keep it there until I
say you can take it out."
Slowly Larry raised his hand and inserted his thumb in
his mouth. It was even more humiliating now because it
felt as if the whole bar was watching him. People
sitting nearby snickered as they watched the unfolding
drama. Soon the whole bar was filled with mocking
laughter. Larry's wife slipped away from the table and
left her slave to suffer his shame and humiliation
alone.
He began to tremble, which brought more laughter. He
fought back his tears. He was alone, without dignity,
without pride, without masculinity. He sat alone before
the crowd, sucking his thumb, wearing feminine cloths,
split in two by a massive dildo embedded in his ass, as
tears streamed down his face.
After what seem like an eternity of horror, the band
returned and began their next set. Couples began to
fill the dance floor. His wife walked up to the table
where Larry sat arm-in-arm with another man. She turned
and french kiss this stranger. Ending their passionate
kiss, his wife gently squeezed the bulge in the man's
crotch saying. "Get my coat baby, I'll meet you up
front."
As the man left his mistress handed Larry the car keys
saying. "My new friend and I are going to his apartment
now. You will need to drive yourself home. When you get
home you may take your thumb from you mouth, strip to
your chastity belt, stocking and bra, and then lock
yourself down for the night."
Unable to speak with the thumb in his mouth, Larry was
only able to moan.
"Tonight when I return home. I shall have been please
for the first time in a year by an unbroken man. As you
lie tied in bed waiting for me, I want you to think
about what he and I will be doing. I want you to
picture him shoving his big prick in and out of my
sweet pussy. I want you to imagine the expression on
his face when I go down on him and suck his big hard
cock. Try to remember how good it used to feel to you
when we made love that way."
She turned and joined her male friend at the door and
let the bar.
Larry quickly rose and also left to drive home alone to
an empty house. Somberly he striped off his feminine
cloths and lay down in the bed. First, he tightly
secured his ankles to the foot of the bed with the silk
scarf, and the snapped his wrists into the handcuffs
attached to the end of the dog leash secured to the
headboard.
His balls ached inside their leather cage. The dildo
held tight in his anus by the crotch strap of the
chastity belt needed re-lubricating with K-Y and was
beginning to rub his ass hole raw. Desperately needing
his mistress he drifted off to sleep with imagines of
her being fucking by her new lover.
Larry woke to the opening of the bedroom door and the
soft, low voice of his wife. She walked across the room
and sat on the edge of the bed beside her slave.
"Did you have a good rest?"
"No mistress. I've missed you."
She smelled of sex, cigarettes and alcohol. Her muscles
were relaxed and there was a satisfied dreamy look in
her eyes.
With one hand she unzipped her jump suit down to her
crotch, and with the other she stroked and caressed the
silky material of the stockings encasing her slave's
legs.
Larry squirmed with pleasure at her touch.
"What does my little slave want?" she cooed
seductively.
"I want you. I want to please you," Larry gasp out.
She stood, peeled off her jump suit and sat again
beside her bound slave.
Lightly stroking the slave's femininzed legs she
continued speaking.
"You want to please me, do you! But I've already been
pleased. By another man."
"Please, mistress. I need you so bad," Larry began to
sob and beg.
"Yes, I know you do," she replied as if talking to a
small helpless child, while rising to stand beside the
bed. She removed her blue silk panties and held the
cotton crotch inner lining to her slave's nose.
They were damp and sticky and Larry breathed deeply of
the strong aromas which he knew could only have been
produced after an evening of delightful sexual
pleasure.
"Oooooh!" he moaned.
"Yes, slave, Your mistress knows what you need." She
touched the wet crotch to her slave's lips.
"Lick, slave. Lick the cum of a man who satisfied me.
Lick the cum of a man who filled a need in me that you
can never fill. Lick his cum, slave."
Larry obeyed. He gave his soul, without reservation, to
both his unfaithful wife and her new lover. No room for
jealousy remained as lust swept thought over him like a
wild-fire burning out of control.
Smiling at her triumph, his beautiful, naked mistress
removed the panties from her bound slave's mouth and
held them tightly over his nose again so that with each
breath he inhaled the smell of her cunt mingled with
the musky aroma of another man's sex. As Larry
shuddered and shook his mistress declared.
"Yes my little slut, I know what you need."
She then mounted her slave and pressed her wet, hot
vagina to his mouth, letting him suck her lover's slimy
cum from her steaming cunt.
Wave's of pleasure swept through her body as she bucked
her hips in repeated orgasms. Each climax opened and
closed her fuck hole and allowed another trickle of her
lover's thick cream to find its way into her slave's
mouth.
Larry's tongue worked in frenzy as he licked the walls
of his wife pussy. His face was drenched but he
franticly slurped down the bitter-sweet mixture of his
wife's love-juices and her lover's sperm. The horny
slave kept his face buried deep in his beloved
mistress' crotch trying no to miss a single drop of
what she was giving him.
"Oh, yes, baby. That's it! Move your tongue faster. Go
deeper. Yes! Harder. Harder! Don't stop now. Don't you
dare stop! Tongue my pussy, slut. Yes... Faster! Oh...
Oh... Ooooooh... Aaaaahg..."
His mistress slumped over as her body shivered and
shook with yet another orgasm. Gradually her breathing
slowed and she slipped down beside her slave and
cradled his head against her damp naked bosom. She lay
there contented and relaxed, emotionally and physically
she had been satisfied.
Her soft breasts felt cool and soothing to Larry's
flushed and burning cheek. He was afraid to move.
Afraid to disturb or displease his wife. Afraid that
any hope of finding his own sexual release would be
frustrated if made his mistress angry.
Twenty minutes passes. She shifted her weight. Opening
her eye's, his mistress asked Larry. "Did you enjoy our
second anniversary, darling."
"I didn't get to cum. I need to cum so badly," Larry
started to cry and press his face to her breasts.
"And how does my slave need to cum?"
"I need to be entered," her slave sobbed.
Dreamily she rolled away from her slave and freed him
of his handcuffs and ankle restraints.
"The get me the love-harness, little one."
Obediently Larry rushed to the toy-chest and pulled out
her leather harness and the dildo she used to fuck his
ass with. His hands trembled, he was finally going to
be allowed to have an orgasm. He felt his own penis
straining against the restraining leather of his
chastity belt.
Standing beside the bed his mistress snapped with
impatience "Well, what are you waiting for? Don't you
want to cum?"
Rushing to his wife Larry quickly fell to his knees
declaring. "Oh yes, mistress. I do want to cum. I need
to cum. I need you to enter me."
As he spoke Larry hastened to attach the belt around
his wife shapely hips, then gently pulled the strap
between her slender thighs an fastened it in the front.
The dildo now jutted from her crotch and looked to
Larry like an real penis. He kiss it's mushroom shaped
head then knelt on the bed with his ass high, his legs
spread widely apart and his face buried deep in a
pillow. He ached to forget the humiliation of this day
and release his tortured soul to his mistress in
orgasm.
Smiling at her slave's eagerness for anal intercourse
pleased Larry's wife but she wanted to see him suffer a
little more. Scraping her nails across the fading welts
on his buttocks she announced.
"No doggie style fucking tonight, I want you on your
back slave. You will be entered like a woman in the
missionary position. But first you must be restrained."
Silently Larry turned over and offered no resistance as
his mistress tied each wrist with scarfs to the
opposite corner-posts of the headrest of the bed. He
pulled his knees back toward his chest anxious to be
fucked. His mistress giggled as she bent his legs
further back and secured each ankle to his outstretched
wrists.
The helpless slave was now severely bent at the waist,
his leather encased crotch directly above his face and
his grotesquely stretched anus, still holding the
oversize discipline dildo which now was pointed at the
ceiling.
Taking the key she unlocked each of the straps and
tugged the chastity belt from her slave, leaving the
dildo inside his ass.
"Ooooh!" moaned the slave in relief as the leather
prison slipped from his aching, tight balls and erect
cock. The dildo began easing itself from his body.
"If you let the disciple dildo slip from you ass before
I take it out of you, you won't know what its like to
cum again in your life time, slut," declared his
mistress.
Larry's buttocks tighten instantly, his anal muscles
griping and straining to hold the dildo inside his
bowels. His bluish-red cock throbbed just a few inches
from his mouth. The swollen purple head oozed with
clear pre-cum which dripped like long, transparent
threads onto his face.
His mistress was delighted when he strained his neck to
try and stroke the tip of his own cock with his tongue.
Pulling the deeply encased dildo from his stretched and
tortured colonic tunnel she pressed the smelly stained
dildo to his lips.
"Suck on this, slut!" she laughed sarcastically.
The slave eagerly licked and sucked as his wife slowly
fucked his mouth. When it was clean and shinning with
saliva she abruptly stopped and set the hard penis
shaped phallus aside.
Larry excitement grew as his wife knelt on her knees at
this ass. He strained his neck to see her and shivered
with anticipation as his gazed fixed on the life-like
cock standing proudly upward from her crotch. He felt
the tip of the dildo lightly touch his anus. He tremble
as she applied K-Y and slowly caressed his loose
sphincter muscle with the slimy head of the realistic
penis.
"What does my slut/slave need." She loved to hear her
slave beg for his humiliation. I seemed the more she
dominated him, the more she enjoyed exercising her
power and control.
"I need to be entered," Larry responded with
desperation.
She slid the tip of the tool into his anus just enough
to open the muscle and hint at the pleasures to come.
"Tell me about how much you enjoyed and needed this
day. Start with this morning and tell me everything."
Larry obeyed. He told how much he enjoyed getting up
early and dressing in his maid uniform. He thanked his
mistress for the list of chores. He explained how much
he enjoyed serving her and how he had learned why it
was important to be humiliated in public to be a better
slave.
As he talked, his mistress eased the dildo in and out
of his anus in a slow controlled fuck. Carefully
watching his bodily responses so that he would not
climax before she wanted him to, she kept him on the
verge of orgasm in a continually aroused state as he
thanked her for the events of the day.
When he began recounting the details of their dinner
out and dancing, she had to almost stop moving the
dildo altogether in order to keep him from cuming.
After he finished thanking her for their date and all
the events that followed, she told him to put his thumb
in his mouth.
"Put you thumb in your mouth slut and think about your
humiliation. Picture yourself again in the restaurant
and the club. Picture your shame and humiliation as all
those people were laughing at you for being such a
sissy whimp."
As Larry sucked on his thumb remembering those events,
his mistress continued pumping the plastic shaft in and
out of his rectum with measured precision, controlling
his degree of arousal so that the length of the fuck
would be prolonged.
"Now picture your wife being fucked by another man. By
a real man. By a man who can fill her desires and needs
with his warm hard cock."
Larry moaned deeply and sucked desperately on his thumb
as his mind exploded with the imagines of what his wife
words.
"You are a slave, not a man. Your role is to serve me.
Tell me now what you are."
With his thumb still in his mouth Larry began mumbling
over and over, "I'm a slave... not a man. I'm a
slave... not a man."
Larry's mistress began long, steady strokes and did not
stop this time when her slave approached his climax. He
began to shaking with pre-climax tremors.
"Now pretend your thumb is my lover's penis. Show me
how you would give pleasure to my lover. Show me what a
good cock-sucker you could be."
Larry's ecstasy mounted with each of his wife's pelvic
thrusts. She was driving each stroke as deep as
possible. The words of self-humiliations still poured
from his lips as he fantasized pleasuring his wife's
lover. IT TOOK PAIN AND HUMILIATION TO BRING THIS
SPECIAL JOY?. Now, his reward was so indescribably
beautiful! WHAT EUPHORIC AND INTOXICATING EMOTIONS!
Tears of intense pleasure and love for his mistress ran
down his burning cheeks as a deep calm came over his
trembling body. Then suddenly, the calm was replaced by
a mind-shattering orgasm which ripped thorough his
body. It was the most intense he had every experienced.
His mistress grabbed his pulsing cock and pointed it a
his mouth and with steady pressure, pushed his legs and
buttocks forward and down until the entire head of his
penis was inside his mouth. Glob after glob of cum
spurted from his cock directly into his mouth. The
delirious slave swallowed every drop and tried to suck
out more of his own precious seed.
After Larry had sucked and slurped the last drop of
sperm from his shrunken member, his mistress pulled the
dildo out of her slave and untied him. Pulling his head
down to her crotch she inserted the dildo she still
wore into his mouth and cradled her exhausted slave's
head. He fell asleep, dildo between his lips, warm and
safe in his mistress' arms.
END
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