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Tough Love
by Graymangazer (address withheld)

***

Lucy, with the coercion of her boss, decides to 
enslave her unsuspecting husband. (Fdom/M, nc, oral, 
anal, bd, rom)

***

Author Note: I would like to thank Echa724 and 
Kinkyashley347 for their editing of this story, I'm so 
happy there are people interested enough to help. 
Again thank you.       

***

Part One: Proposal

I fell in love with my future wife the moment I first 
saw her. 

Lucy walked through my office door to temporarily 
replace my retired secretary, and at twenty five years 
old she was eight years my junior, she's tall-5ft 10in 
and slim, with dark red hair crowning a beautiful face 
with green eyes, she has a narrow nose and a mouth 
that I suspected at one time contained childhood buck 
teeth that had since been straightened and left a 
slightly protruding top lip giving her a very sexy 
pout, she has a body with all the curves in the right 
places and long shapely legs, she was and still is 
absolutely perfect to me

I immediately made her my full time secretary and 
after a week we went on our first date.

Lucy said she liked me, I was so happy just to be with 
her and I was sure that given time she would fall in 
love with me, I romanced her and I was the happiest 
man alive when a month after our first meeting she did 
indeed say she loved me.

She has the looks and charm to get just about anything 
she wants, but she's not spoilt or haughty, she's a 
genuinely nice person, she never gossips or puts 
anyone down and she's probably the most helpful person 
I know, she would literally give you her last penny.

She is also clever and very intelligent and it was 
always clear that she would succeed in whatever she 
chose to do.

I felt so lucky: she was never short of admirers but 
she chose me.

I'm not the greatest catch in the world, I'm 6'2" and 
190lbs, I don't have a face to make women swoon but 
I'm certainly not ugly, with longish black hair and 
blue eyes, my best feature is my smile-so I've been 
told and my openness, I listen to people, I'm calm and 
perhaps just a bit too gentle and trusting, but hey, 
that's me, and I've got by okay so far.

Lucy and I loved one another. I wanted to spend the 
rest of my life with her. I couldn't see any point in 
hanging around, so I proposed. It was a whirlwind 
romance and we married three months later.

I'd had a good job with a successful midsize 
promotions company since I'd left university and with 
the help of an inheritance was able to buy a sizeable 
house on the outskirts of town with a modest mortgage. 
Lucy moved in on the return from our honeymoon and it 
wasn't long before the whole place was redecorated to 
her liking, she wasn't bossy or demanding, she just 
had much better taste than me.

Everything was perfect, we were so happy together and 
two years later Lucy was promoted to the same position 
as myself, we celebrated with a weekend at a luxury 
spa where we spent most of the time having mind 
blowing sex.

Work was great, we now spent a lot of time together on 
the same projects, home was great, our social life was 
good and our sex life was fantastic, the future looked 
golden, but then came the recession.

It turned out to be a mixed bag for us, I was told I 
was being let go as the firm was restructuring, I 
immediately went to give Lucy the bad news, I was 
ready to console her, feeling sure that she would be 
going too, only to be met by my smiling and happy 
wife, she had in fact been promoted to department 
manager, I was very disappointed for myself but I was 
really over the moon for her.

Things were not so bad though, I received a decent 
severance package, but with Lucy's improved salary she 
persuaded me it would make sense to use a good part of 
my money to pay off some of the mortgage.

I took time out to pursue a few hobbies and look for 
my ideal job, but as the weeks passed it became clear 
employment wouldn't be so easy to find, positions that 
I thought I would acquire easily always seemed to go 
to someone else, to people I thought less qualified.

My money was rapidly running out and I was eating into 
my savings, soon I was having trouble paying the 
bills, I believed it was a man's place to provide for 
his wife so I had never asked Lucy to contribute to 
our household finances, but now I felt it was time to 
swallow my pride and ask for her help.

To my surprise she didn't agree immediately, but said 
she would have to speak to her financial advisor.

I wasn't happy with her, as I thought it showed a lack 
of commitment on her part, but she persuaded me that 
she just wanted to make our positions clear.

The upshot of it all was that Lucy would take over the 
mortgage payments and the control of our finances, at 
least until I found employment.

With the help of the firm's resident lawyer we signed 
papers giving Lucy a half share of the house and 
financial control, whilst I used what was left of my 
own money to pay for my personal requirements.

As my savings dwindled I found I was unable to spend 
and socialise as much as I would like, so I became 
frustrated and irritable, I noticed Lucy becoming more 
impatient with me, and this made me feel guilty, here 
was my lovely wife working hard every day, while I 
lounged around sulking about not having a job.

I vowed to make things better for us, if I couldn't 
find work then I would do more around the home. I 
started to do all the cooking, having meals ready for 
when Lucy came home at night and generally pampering 
her. I also did all those little jobs that one never 
seems to get around to doing. The cleaning was taken 
care of by Lynn, our young daily help. And so the 
general atmosphere in our home began to improve.

**

A few weeks later Lucy let it slip that she had hired 
a new agent-a guy named Barry was now doing my old 
job. I was annoyed to say the least, here I was out of 
work and my own wife had hired some young upstart to 
do my job, when I confronted her she looked away 
embarrassed.

"I'm sorry John. I really wanted to give you the job 
You were the first person I thought of, but Stephen 
didn't want me to, he thought it would be wrong for me 
to employ my own husband, that we could leave 
ourselves open to some kind of prejudicial lawsuit, " 
she explained.

I had to think for a minute who Stephen was, then it 
occurred to me, he was the CEO and owner of the firm. 
In all the time I was there I had never even met him, 
and here was Lucy on first name terms.

"Christ Luce, I'm breaking my ass trying to find a job 
and my own wife won't even hire me. Instead some slimy 
bastard gets my position, well thanks for all your 
help Luce you did really great," I complained and 
turned away to stare out of the window.

"Fuck you John. It's not my fault you lost your job, 
do you want me to risk my career and the only money we 
have coming in just because you think you're better 
than everyone else?" it was one of the very few times 
I had heard Lucy swear.

I turned to carry on the argument but I saw Lucy's 
bottom lip quiver and a tear rolled down her cheek. I 
knew I had gone too far. I was a shit. I shouldn't 
have taken it out on Lucy, I walked over to her and 
wrapped my arms around her and kissed the tears away.

"I'm sorry Luce, I shouldn't blame you. I just get so 
frustrated, it seems that every job I apply for they 
find a reason not to employ me. Perhaps I'm being 
paranoid, but it is as if somebody is blocking me at 
every turn."

"I'm sorry too hon. Maybe I should have stood up for 
you more than I did, look, let me speak to some 
people, see if we can work something out," she said 
and we kissed some more. I felt an even bigger shit 
pressurising my innocent wife into fighting my battles 
for me.

**

A few days later Lucy had some news for me; she had 
kept her word, though what she told me didn't fill me 
with joy, I still managed to put on a brave face.

"I spoke to Barbara in admin today and together we 
managed to create a new position. Now it's not 
executive, in fact it's quite the opposite but it's a 
job," she informed me, trying to sound upbeat.

"Just tell me Luce, the way things are at the moment 
I'd do anything if I was paid," I said. 

" Well Pam needs someone in the cave to administer 
files. I'm afraid it's only minimum wage but it's all 
we could do at the moment, and it will be a foot in 
the door for you, which is good isn't it? I know it's 
not really what you want but..." she trailed off and 
shrugged.

I did my best to hide my disappointment. The cave was 
an airless basement full to the brim with old dusty 
records and files and I knew this job would be 
mindless boredom; sorting and classifying. It was the 
lowest position I could imagine but I had to pretend 
to be excited for Lucy's sake.

**

Muzak was playing. Wine glasses clinked and the polite 
conversation was interspersed with bursts of laughter. 
Newman holdings were celebrating another successful 
year. Lucy looked stunning in a silver grey satin 
dress and John missed no opportunity running his hands 
over her sexy body; especially as she had confided in 
him that she was going commando this evening. They had 
just finished dancing when one of Johns associates 
interrupted them; he said he needed John to go over an 
account with him.

"Christ Bill! it's a party can't you relax for a 
minute," John complained.

"I'm sorry John. but this is really important or I 
wouldn't bother you," Bill explained.

John turned to Lucy and shrugged "I'm so sorry Luce 
its..."

"Its okay, I understand," she interrupted him "you go 
off. I'm sure I can find another man somewhere here," 
she teased him.

Lucy was alone for Less than two minutes when she 
heard a voice behind her.

"Hello Lucy. I thought you would be surrounded by 
admirers?"

"No just the same old men wanting to get into my 
knickers," she replied sarcastically.

"Touché Lucy. perhaps I should have been a bit more 
subtle."

Lucy turned toward the speaker and saw Stephen Newman; 
her boss "I'm sorry sir I didn't realise it was you," 
she could feel herself blushing in embarrassment.

"No need to apologise Lucy. And please call me 
Stephen. I just wanted to meet the most beautiful 
woman here," he said smiling. he didn't appear to be 
upset with Lucy's rudeness.

"I'm not sure your wife would be pleased to hear 
that," she replied.

"My wife! Oh I'm not married. I suppose you could say 
the firm is my wife," he said.

"It must be a very boring marriage," Lucy remarked. 
She was feeling a little more comfortable now.

"On the contrary; I think I have everything I want," 
Stephen said.

"Everything?" Lucy asked, raising an eyebrow and 
wondering where this conversation was going.

"Oh yes everything; money, power, respect. 
Everything," he answered.

"What about love? surely every marriage should be 
based on love," Lucy argued.

"Oh love is just a word to describe the things you 
really want," Stephen said.

"And what is it you really want Stephen?" Lucy felt 
they were coming to the point of this discussion now.

"Why, I want you my dear," he declared with a smile.

"And you think you can just have me?" Lucy asked. She 
put some steel in her voice. Stephen may be her boss 
but that didn't give him the right to just take her 
for granted.

"Oh no forgive me Lucy, please?" Stephen said quickly. 
"You misunderstand me. It's not what you think. What I 
would like is your help with an experiment, an 
experiment that could give you a life of luxury you've 
only ever dreamed of." 
 
As he spoke he moved in closer to Lucy. She looked 
around, feeling guilty allowing Stephen this close. 
She could see John talking to somebody on the other 
side of the room. She wanted to join him. Stephen was 
now making her uncomfortable. But despite herself she 
was also intrigued. "What kind of experiment?" she 
couldn't resist asking.

"Oh nothing illegal or dangerous I can assure you," he 
said waving his hand. "Why don't I explain? You see, 
to me the most erotic thing in life is power, with 
power we can get anything we want. I could have just 
about any woman at this party, or ruin them because I 
hold power over them or someone close to them. But to 
use your power that way is base and brutal. I much 
prefer a bit more guile, I find it better if the other 
person thinks he is willingly giving to you, while you 
take everything you want."

Lucy now looked questionably at her boss "I'm sorry 
Stephen you've lost me," she said. 

Stephen paused to gather his thoughts "Okay," he said 
"Just imagine we take one these high flyers and 
between us we reduce him to a complete and utter 
slave, living only to please you. And we do it all 
without him even realising what's happening. Now that 
would be power don't you think?"

"And who would this poor unfortunate be?" Lucy asked. 
She was beginning to suspect that Stephen set up this 
whole meeting.

Stephen took Lucy's elbow and gently guided her around 
to face the crowd. He made a point of looking around 
the room "let me see, umm...how about?" he slowly 
moved his arm in an arc pointing his finger "that 
one," he said.

Lucy laughed aloud. Stephen was pointing at John "very 
funny Stephen. I think you know who he is and I think 
you orchestrated this whole conversation. perhaps 
that's what you mean by power. now if you will excuse 
me I think my husband is looking for me."

**

Two days later Lucy was at her desk when she received 
an email summoning her to Stephen's office. She 
immediately feared for her job. She rode the elevator 
to the fourth floor and found herself standing outside 
of Stephen's office. Her hand was shaking as she 
knocked on the oak door.

"Come."

Lucy walked into an office bigger than her old 
apartment. Stephen sat smiling behind an enormous oak 
desk. he waved Lucy to a chair opposite him.

"Well hello Lucy, how are you?" he greeted her. He 
stood and gestured to a pot of coffee to one side of 
the desk.

"No, I'm fine thank you," she answered as she sat, 
pulling the hem of her skirt down to a respectable 
length.

Stephen sat back down and leaned back looking at Lucy 
over his hands which were clasped together below his 
chin "I wondered if you had given any thought to our 
little conversation from the other evening?" he asked.

In truth Lucy had thought of little else, but would 
never let him know that. Neither had she said anything 
to John, fearing he might lose his temper. instead she 
answered "well I honestly thought it was a joke. do 
you really expect me to help you turn my husband into 
your slave?" she sounded incredulous.

Stephen spread his hands "No, no, no, my dear you 
really misunderstand me. Not my slave, John will be 
your slave. I get my rewards in other ways," he told 
her 

Lucy felt slightly better now, she knew she wasn't to 
be fired. She was also intrigued but didn't want 
Stephen to know to what extent. She studied her 
fingernails feigning a lack of interest "no I can't 
say it really tempts me Stephen, but," she raised her 
head to look at him "let's just pretend it did. How 
exactly would you plan to achieve your aims?"

Stephen leaned back and made a steeple shape with his 
fingers. He smiled. He had baited her; now he felt she 
was hooked.

"Ah well, Let me explain... first of all, together we 
would sabotage Johns accounts, not ruin them 
completely but just enough to jeopardize some of them, 
undermine him-have him doubt his ability. Then I will 
ensure that he loses his job."

Lucy looked up sharply and began to voice her 
objection.

"Wait. Please wait Let me finish," Stephen held up a 
placating hand, "as I said, John would lose his job. 
But you would, of course be promoted, to... let's 
see... office manager, with a raise of ...um... shall 
we say two hundred percent to compensate any financial 
shortfall on your behalf."

Lucy was stunned. It was an enormous raise, she began 
to feel flushed.

Stephen continued "Of course, you would need to keep 
your finances a secret from John, and at the same time 
it would be up to you to ensure that all of his own 
money is spent. You must make him penniless, make him 
financially dependent on you," Stephen stood and began 
walking around the room. He stopped and looked 
intently ay Lucy. "Between us we must also block any 
attempt by John to find a job, I'll give him bad 
references, maybe drop a quiet word in the ear of 
prospective employers, that sort of thing. Then as he 
isn't working, you persuade him to use his time by 
performing more domestic chores. Get him used to 
menial work, but make sure you always find fault with 
his efforts and have him accept your authority. 

"That way he'll become unsure of himself and in time 
he should start obeying your commands. Make him feel 
useless and inferior. That's the way" he thumped one 
hand into the other to emphasise his point "Then 
perhaps when he's really desperate I'll rehire him. 
Not in an executive position you understand but as a 
cleaner or something equally demeaning." 

He returned to his chair and poured himself another 
cup of coffee. Lucy shook her head no, not trusting 
herself to speak when he offered the pot to her. 
"We'll keep him busy; you and I, Here and at home. 
With no money and no time he'll have no life of his 
own. You will need to find a way to deny him sex of 
course; frustration can turn the best of men into 
gibbering fools. For him, sex with you must be an 
honour and a privilege. Your satisfaction his only 
concern. 

"Then finally, when he accepts you as his superior, 
his owner if you will, you'll have him sign over 
everything he has, his property, his money, if he has 
any left, his rights, his very life to you. Convince 
him he's worthless, that everything that has gone 
wrong; everything that has happened to him is his own 
fault, and pleasing you is all he has left. He needs 
to believe he exists only to serve you."

Stephen spread his hands inviting a reply. It was some 
speech. Lucy was stunned, she was biting her bottom 
lip and squeezing her thighs together; she realised 
she was excited.

"Wow! That's some plan," she whispered.

Feeling flush she continued "I get a doting slave and 
an enormous raise, it all sounds great if it works but 
what exactly do you get?"

"I get you Lucy," again he held up a hand to forestall 
any protest "oh don't worry, I don't want to fuck you 
, no, all I want is those beautiful lips around my 
cock whenever I say. That's my turn on. It's the power 
you see, the power to have the most beautiful woman in 
the company on her knees, sucking the cock of a man 
who would normally repulse her."

Lucy was quiet as she considered her position, if she 
declined Stephens plan she had no doubt whatsoever 
John and she would be fired. She had spent her whole 
life getting just what she wanted; because she had 
learnt never to ask for too much. Thus she had always 
been a success, and losing her job would be a failure, 
a devastating failure, something she didn't think she 
could live with.

But if she accepted she would have a husband whom she 
loved dearly as a slave to serve her anyway she 
wanted, plus money to keep her secure for life. All 
she had to do was agree to become this man's personal 
whore. She studied Stephen, he was approaching sixty 
years old, and although he had clearly taken care of 
himself he still showed his age. He wasn't ugly but 
not handsome either. Lucy could never find him 
attractive or desire him, but she knew she had to make 
a choice.

She loved John so much. But surely him being a slave 
to her was more preferable than failure. Besides, 
accepting Stephen's proposition might buy her time to 
think of an way out of this. 

Terrified of the alternative, she rose from her seat 
and walked slowly around Stephen's desk, she held out 
her hand to him. "It's a deal," she said. 

Stephen took her hand with a triumphant smile and 
pulled her down and toward him.

Lucy guessed what he wanted: a sample of his payment.

She sank slowly to her knees and with trembling 
fingers she undid his pants releasing his penis, he 
was already erect. Lucy felt disgusted with him and 
herself, but was determined not to let it show. She 
was unsure whether to use her hand first or just take 
him in her mouth, she was not really that experienced 
at oral sex. She was saved from making the decision 
when Stephen spoke.

"I want to see your breasts," he said. He spoke 
decisively and Lucy knew it was an order and that she 
had to obey.

She knelt back upright, staring at nothing, she undid 
the buttons and removed her shirt, she reached behind 
her and released her bra and let it slide off her 
arms. She automatically covered herself with her 
hands. Stephen stared at her, silently waiting until 
at last, she lowered her hands exposing her breasts. 
On her slim frame her thirty six C cup breasts looked 
bigger than they really were. 

Stephen was fascinated by them and spent quite some 
time feeling and caressing them. Lucy had her head 
flung back and eyes closed. She wanted Stephen to 
believe she was enjoying it. Suddenly she realised her 
hand had slid down between her legs and she knew she 
really was enjoying it.

Stephen pinched her right nipple painfully with his 
left hand, he smiled as Lucy tensed in pain, with his 
right hand he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled 
her face toward his crotch. Lucy had never really 
enjoyed giving oral sex to her husband John, although 
she would do it occasionally if she was feeling really 
sexy. Now she steeled herself and opened her mouth as 
Stephen's penis seemed to rise up to meet her. Her 
lips slid over the head stretching her jaws, her mouth 
glided down the thick shaft.

She fought back her gag reflex and forced herself to 
suck and lick as Stephen's hand controlled the bobbing 
of her head, soon he began to groan in pleasure. He 
pinched and twisted her nipple and Lucy felt his penis 
grow and pulse in her mouth, then his sperm was 
pumping into her throat.

Stephen held her head hard against himself and she was 
forced to swallow it all.

At last it was over. But Lucy knew this was just the 
first of many times she would be drinking Stephen's 
sperm.

She stood up and docilely allowed Stephen to dress 
her, he withheld her bra saying "I would prefer from 
now on that you wear stockings and went bra-less."

Lucy instinctively knew it wasn't a request and nodded 
in acceptance.

"Yes sir," she answered looking at the floor.

**

On the first day of my new job I woke before Lucy and 
prepared breakfast. Then we set off to work together 
like old times, though now Lucy was the boss and I was 
the subordinate.

I took up my position in my "office", it was no more 
than a store cupboard really, below ground with no 
windows and very stuffy and dusty. I spent the first 
couple hours cleaning and organising my work place. 
The work was boring, as I'd expected and I looked 
forward to the occasions when I was required to run 
errands, at least then I came into contact with other 
people and sometimes, Lucy would need me to fetch an 
old file for her and I felt so happy just to see her. 

On the second day in my new job I entered her office 
with a document she needed. I smiled and said "here 
you go Luce ."

She looked up from her work and spoke "Ah John, I'm 
glad you're here, I need a word," she removed her 
reading glasses then continued " I really don't think 
you should call me by name at work, it shows a lack of 
respect," she said it so bluntly, as though she were 
talking to an underling, which strictly speaking I 
was, but I was also her husband after all.

"What! I'm your husband, how can I not use your name?" 
I felt shocked and insulted.

Lucy shrugged and clasped her hands as if in prayer.

"I'm really sorry John, it's not me, this comes from 
above. They feel it undermines my position especially 
in front of clients," she explained.

"Okay Luce, just what am I supposed to call you," I 
snapped sarcastically.

"Oh John, please don't get huffy" she sounded sorry 
and I immediately felt bad "I'm only passing on 
orders. Look, while we're at work why don't you 
address me just the same as everybody else does. You 
know, Ms. Lester or ma'am, that should keep everybody 
happy I think."

Everybody but me I thought. I wasn't happy but I knew 
Lucy was cornered so I shrugged, defeated.

"Okay then, ma'am it is."

**

The days passed, things at work got no more 
interesting. Then two weeks later I looked up from my 
work bench to see Amy: Lucy's assistant, holding a 
file out to me.

"Hello John, I need this sorted if you would," she 
said handing me the file. I took the file and quickly 
looked at it to see where it should be stored. I 
turned back to find Amy was still there, she had a 
wicked grin on her face. She was twenty seven years 
old, slim and pretty, with shoulder length brown hair. 
We always got on very well together and playfully 
flirted with one another and today was no exception, 
but soon I realised it was getting a bit too serious 
as Amy pressed up against me, trapping me against my 
bench, her lips were sucking on my neck.

"Whoa Amy. I think we need to calm down a little," I 
said, trying to extract myself from her questing 
hands.

"Oh come on John," her breath was hot in my ear "you 
know I've always wanted you and I think you fancy me. 
You were my boss then, but not now, so it'll be 
alright. Please? Just once, nobody will ever know," 
she said as she started to undo my belt.

"No, I'm sorry Amy but I love Lucy. I really think you 
should go," I tried so hard to be firm with her. But 
it just seemed to make her more determined.

"No, not until you fuck me," she demanded, she pushed 
me hard back against the bench, she was much stronger 
than I had thought.

Before I could squirm out of her clutches she had her 
hand down my pants and grinned in triumph when she 
found I was already hard. She kissed me. Her tongue 
pushed into my mouth and, I'm ashamed to admit, my 
resistance so easily dissolved. I spun around with her 
in my arms, kissing, and pushed her up against the 
work bench. She turned around, her back to me and bent 
over. Reaching back she pulled down her panties.

"Fuck me John, just fuck me," she gasped as she lay 
over the bench.

I was beyond caring. I unzipped my pants and freed my 
erect penis. I drove myself into her roughly, at the 
same time reaching out to hold her breasts, using them 
to pull her onto me. The sex was rough and there was 
no tenderness; it was just lust for both of us and 
lasted only a few minutes. I pushed into her as hard 
as I could and held my position deep inside her as I 
climaxed, then I collapsed onto her back. We both lay 
there quite still, sweaty and breathing hard.

When we regained our composure, Amy stood up. She 
kissed my lips passionately.

"Thank you John, I've always wanted to do that. Maybe 
we can do it again sometime," she whispered close to 
my ear.

She stepped back and smiled at me. She then pressed 
her discarded panties into my hand.

She blew me a kiss and with a wave, she left.

**

"Come in," Lucy responded to the knock at her office 
door.

Amy entered, Lucy looked over the top of her glasses 
at her.

"Ah Amy... well how did it go?" she asked eagerly when 
she saw her assistant.

Amy closed the door behind her and leaned back against 
the portal, she smiled widely.

"Perfectly, I did just as you told me," she reported.

Lucy smiled back at her and nodded. She relaxed into 
her chair.

"Good, good, now, I want you to take an hour and run 
an errand for me," she picked a sheet of paper from 
the top of the desk "I need you to go to this address 
and pick up a package. Here's my card, you know the 
pin number."

Lucy handed over her card and the slip of paper. Amy 
read the address. 

"Oh my gosh, it's an adult store!" she exclaimed.

"Yes well... just get on with it. I have a call to 
make," Lucy said, she waved Amy away feeling 
embarrassed. She reached for the phone. Amy knew she 
was dismissed and so turned and left.

"Hello Stephen, its Lucy. I need authority from you to 
collect a security tape, it concerns our little 
project," she said into the phone.

Stephen chuckled and answered "Of course my dear, you 
can have anything you want. Just collect it and tell 
them to call me for clearance. Oh by the way, I'll 
need you in my office at three this afternoon to go 
over your oral presentation again, and see that you 
bring the tape with you. It could be something that I 
might want to see."


Part Two: Chastity

I sat at my bench in my "office" trying to beat the 
boredom, the phone rang: it was Amy. She told me to 
report to Lucy's office. I hurried up the stairs 
excitedly; looking forward to seeing my wife. I 
knocked and entered her office with a smile on my 
face. This soon changed when I saw her stern 
expression.

"You wanted me ma'am?" I asked.

"Yes John, I do. I want you to see something," she 
answered coldly. Something was obviously wrong. I 
stood and watched as Lucy picked up a remote control 
from her desk and pressed a button. The TV screen to 
one side of the room came to life. I recognised the 
scene immediately and groaned in dismay. The camera 
had recorded perfectly, every second of my adultery. I 
wondered briefly how I had missed the camera in my 
room.

"Well ?" Lucy asked.

"It's not what it looks like Luce," I regretted the 
words straight away. What the hell else could it look 
like?

"I've tried my best, I've gone out on a limb for you, 
risked my career, and this is how you repay me," she 
said.

"Lucy ...I'm sorry, I really am. Please believe me it 
was just this once; it will never happen again. I 
promise you, please, it meant nothing. Luce, " I 
pleaded with her knowing I had no defence.

"Don't call me Luce, only my husband calls me Luce. 
And I can't think of you as my husband at the moment," 
she said angrily.

"I don't know what to say, how to make you believe me. 
I love you, I'll do anything for you, anything you 
want, please just give me a chance, please Lucy... 
ma'am?" I was so desperate and I meant every word that 
I said.

"This is a sacking offence you know, I should have you 
both fired, and for the life of me I don't know why I 
don't," she stood and walked over to switch the TV 
off. "I've managed to keep it quiet, not for your sake 
but mine. I've never felt so humiliated in my life. 
I'm going to deal with this myself. If you can't 
control your dick maybe I can... here, catch," Lucy 
picked up a box from her desk and threw it at me, 
hard. I caught it at the second attempt.

I turned the box over in my hands to read the label.

"You can't be serious lu... ma'am. you can't expect me 
wear this?."

"I've never been more serious in my life. You can 
either put that on now or you can leave this office 
and our marriage. Then wait to hear from my lawyer."

She was angry, but then she appeared to slump and when 
she spoke again her tone was full of hurt. 

"I love you John. But you've hurt me, you hurt me 
badly. I really don't know if I can ever trust you 
now. I need to know you are being true to me."

"But this! this is madness, where the hell did you get 
it from?" I held up the box, I was hoping it was all a 
joke.

"Where it came from doesn't matter, what matters is 
you wearing it to prove your love for me," she had 
regained her composure now and I could see she was 
set. I could see no advantage in resisting. I knew I'd 
better play along and hope we could work our way 
through this.

"Okay Luce you win. I will wear it. I'll wear it 
because I love you and I'll prove it."

I opened the box to remove the male chastity device 
within and read the instructions.

I stared at her, trying to show some pride as I 
dropped my pants. Then holding my penis with one hand 
I eased the chrome mesh tube over and down the length 
of my flaccid prick. An adjustable chrome band then 
looped around the base and under my balls. Following 
the instructions, I carefully adjusted the band to a 
snug fit where it locked in place. The cage was not 
too tight and about an inch longer than my limp penis. 
But I realised that as soon as I achieved an erection 
it would be so tight as to be agony.

"Give me the keys," Lucy demanded holding out her 
hand. I shuffled over to her with my pants around my 
ankles. Lucy had seen me naked hundreds of times, but 
I had never felt so embarrassed as I did at that 
moment.

"I shall be working late today so I'll need the car. 
You'll take the bus home and you can sleep in the 
spare room tonight," she said as she dropped the small 
chrome keys into her bag, she indicated that the 
discussion was over by turning her back to me.

I could think of nothing else to say, so I pulled my 
up pants and left.

**

"Amy can you come in here please?"

Amy responded to Lucy's summons and entered her 
office. She waited for her boss to speak.

"I've fitted my husband with a chastity device which 
he'll wear for the foreseeable future," Lucy said 
plainly, looking out of the window. "Now, the question 
is, what are we going to do about you? " she added.

"But I only did what you told me to do," Amy objected. 
Lucy spun around to face the younger woman.

"Do you think that excuses you of fucking my husband. 
Remove your panties now," Lucy ordered.

"I don't have any on. I gave them to John like you 
said, remember?" the younger girl answered 
sarcastically.

Lucy strode quickly around her desk and slapped Amy's 
face hard.

Amy staggered back holding her cheek, she could feel 
her eyes welling up.

"Don't you fucking dare talk back to me you little 
slut. I'll beat the living shit out of you," Lucy 
threatened, "Now, put this on," she added passing the 
crying girl a package which she had picked up from the 
desk.

Amy saw immediately that it was a chastity belt, and 
through her tears she looked at Lucy and pleaded.

"I'm sorry ma'am, I did my best, please, what about my 
boyfriend?."

"Fuck your boyfriend, or then again you won't be able 
to, will you ?" Lucy laughed at her own pathetic joke.

Amy knew she wouldn't win this argument. Lucy's 
demeanour left her little choice. So she lifted her 
skirt and began to attach the belt. Lucy watched with 
a lascivious smile on her face knowing how excited it 
made Amy to be dominated this way.

"I'll hold the key to that," Lucy said , holding out 
her hand, "I'll have control of that hot little pussy 
of yours. It might be interesting to see how long it 
takes you to beg me for some release," Lucy smiled 
evilly. It was such a turn on: she controlled not only 
her husbands, but little Amy's sex life as well. 

She thought back, she was so reluctant to take part in 
Stephen's plan at first. She still wasn't happy about 
treating John so badly, but he made it so easy, "why 
wouldn't he fight back?" she wondered. Now, because 
she had tasted power over him, and not to mention Amy, 
she found she was feeling as horny as hell. Suddenly 
she had a wicked idea. She licked her lips and slyly 
pressed her crotch against the edge of the desk.

"Actually, you could start working your way into my 
good books right now if you want?" she said teasingly.

Amy was crying softly as she looked at her tormenter.

"H-how?" she asked through her tears.

Lucy sat down in her chair and swivelled round to face 
her victim. She parted her legs slightly and slid the 
bottom of her skirt up her thighs revealing her 
stocking tops.

"Why don't you get on your hands and knees and crawl 
over here, maybe you can show me what you can do."

Amy sank slowly to her knees. She knew exactly what 
Lucy wanted and she knew just how to do it. She felt 
light headed as she crawled across the room. She had 
been made to act the slut with John, then locked into 
a chastity belt, now she was about to eat her bosses 
pussy. She could feel her heart beating in her chest. 

As she reached Lucy she could see she had already 
removed her panties, her swollen labia glistened 
beneath the wisps of pubic hair. Amy leaned forward 
and kissed Lucy's nylon clad knees and slowly kissed 
her way up the inside of her thighs. Just an inch from 
Lucy's pussy lips Amy breathed deeply and groaned, "oh 
god this is heaven," she thought, not so much what she 
was doing but the simple fact that she was being 
dominated. It was almost enough to give her an orgasm 
there and then.

Lucy gasped as Amy kissed her thighs. She pulled her 
skirt higher and spread her legs apart. With one hand 
cupping her breast she stroked Amy's hair with the 
other, she gasped again and tensed when Amy's tongue 
made contact with her pussy, "shit! this girl was 
good!" she thought.

Lucy had surprised herself: she had never before had 
any lesbian feelings. She was sure could never bring 
herself to lick another woman like Amy was doing. But 
she could see nothing wrong with having a woman 
between her legs, it didn't matter whose tongue was 
inside her, as long as she was getting the benefit. 
She was feeling high on power, punishing John and 
having Amy debase herself for her pleasure was having 
an unexpected effect on her. Stephen was right: power 
was the ultimate turn on.

Lucy had slid down on her chair, her legs were wide 
apart, she had one foot hooked around Amy's back. The 
girls face was buried deep into Lucy's crotch. She 
licked and sucked greedily. Lucy had already had one 
orgasm and now approached her second. Her blouse was 
open as she kneaded her braless breasts, she clamped 
her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, she 
squeezed and pulled as hard as she could bear as her 
climax overwhelmed her. She pulled Amy's head hard 
into herself, then as her orgasm subsided she felt the 
licking become uncomfortable. She pushed Amy away and 
sagged back into her seat panting.

Amy sat back on her ankles and watched Lucy's wet 
pussy pulse. Lucy sighed contentedly, "just wait until 
Stephen heard about this" she thought, "but then again 
why should he, perhaps this will my secret pleasure," 
smiling to herself she sat up and gestured for Amy to 
rise.

"I believe you have work to do," she said and turned 
to her desk.

Amy knew she was dismissed and silently left the 
office feeling oh so horny and frustrated.

**

As I sat at my bench I considered my situation. I 
asked myself what the hell had just happened? I 
arrived at work this morning as usual. Now less than 
five hours later I was an adulterer locked in a stupid 
chastity belt, my marriage threatened.

But then I realised it wasn't just today. My life 
seemed to have gone from bad to worse ever since I had 
lost my job. Every week something new seemed to happen 
to push me deeper into the shit and I didn't have any 
idea what I could do to stop it.

My only constant, I realised, was Lucy. She had never 
stopped supporting me, she was always there when I 
needed her, and how had I rewarded her? by fucking the 
first woman who came along.

She was right not to trust me. I deserved to wear the 
chastity belt. I was the one in the wrong. I had to 
make it up to her somehow, to prove my love for her. I 
decided that's where I would start. I would make it my 
top priority. I would be the perfect, the most loyal 
and attentive husband. Nothing would be too much for 
her, she deserved only the best. After all, I had 
gotten myself into this mess, Lucy was just an 
innocent victim being pulled down with me, wasn't 
she?.

For the following week things slowly improved between 
us. The first couple of days the atmosphere was very 
frosty, but I made sure I did everything I could to 
please her. One evening I fetched her a glass of wine 
and sat opposite her and tried to explain my feelings. 
I didn't ask her to forgive me or try to make excuses 
for myself. I told her it was all my fault and I would 
work as hard as I could to become worthy of her trust 
again, to be her husband again. 

I told her I would agree to whatever she wanted. I 
would even wear the chastity belt for as long as it 
took for her to believe I would not stray again. "I 
love you Lucy, and only you. I don't want to lose you. 
You are everything to me and I'll do whatever it takes 
to keep us together," I really wanted her to know how 
hard I was trying.

But right on cue fate reared up and kicked me in the 
balls again.

I was at my work bench when Barbara knocked on the 
door frame, my room wasn't important enough to warrant 
an actual door.

"Hi John err... I need to speak to you, do you have a 
minute?" she asked nervously.

"Oh hi Barb, yeah anytime," I'd always liked Barbara. 
She always seemed to have time for you and she never 
said anything bad about anybody. But something in her 
face today told me all wasn't right.

"Yes well, it's just that... You see our budgets 
didn't work out quite as we expected and we need to 
lose some paid hours somewhere," she flapped her hands 
as she thought how to compose what she wanted to say 
"We really don't want to release anyone. But in order 
to save jobs we need to cut the hours of some non-
essential personnel and well its..." she dropped her 
hands to her sides, she didn't know how to say it, but 
she didn't really have to.

"It's okay Barb. I think I know what you're trying to 
say: I'm one of the non-essential staff, right?" I was 
already resigned, and slumped in my chair.

"I'm sorry John. I was given a list of personnel 
affected and instructions as to revised hours. I'm 
afraid you have been cut to three hours a day starting 
Monday. I'm really so sorry." (She thought it best not 
to mention that John's was the only name on the list). 
She had tears in her eyes as she left and strangely I 
felt sorry for her despite me being the one loosing 
time and money.

I felt like just lying down and giving up. But then I 
thought of Lucy and all she had had to go through and 
I knew I had to be strong for her sake.

But wait a minute! Lucy! I would have to go see her, 
tell her what had happened. Maybe she could pull some 
strings for me?.

**

"Yes, I'd heard all about it. But not in time to warn 
you John. I did what I could, but you know, it's not 
up to me," Lucy shrugged her shoulders as John stood 
before her desk. Then she leaned forward, resting her 
elbows on the desktop.

"What's worrying me though, given your recent 
behaviour: is the fact that you'll be finishing work 
at noon. What are you going to be doing with yourself 
with all that spare time?" she raised an eyebrow at 
John. She didn't seem very concerned that he had had 
his hours cut. John felt disappointed by her attitude, 
but he knew the situation wasn't her fault and causing 
a scene wouldn't help him.

"I guess I'll carry on trying to find a better job. I 
swear ma'am, there's no way I'll do anything stupid 
like I did before," he promised.

"I do so want to believe you John, but you know what 
they say: bored hands lead to a bored mind," she said.

"I promise ma'am, I'll keep busy. Hey! how about I 
take over the cleaning and other stuff. We could even 
save money if we didn't have a housekeeper," John 
appeared pleased with his sudden idea.

Lucy had to turn away in thought as if she were 
considering his proposal. She didn't want John to see 
her smile. She had to stop herself laughing out loud. 
How lucky could she be? she had been trying to think 
of a way to persuade John to agree to her plan and 
here he was putting forward the very idea himself.

Her mind drifted back to just two days before.

**

Stephen twisted the clamp on Lucy's nipple, he was 
smiling cruelly as her eyes screwed up in pain. He had 
lately started playing sadistic little games with her. 
No longer satisfied in a simple blow job, he now liked 
to humiliate her or torture her breasts before she 
took him in her mouth. In truth it was never 
unbearably painful, so Lucy went along with it, though 
she knew she didn't really have a choice. 

As she worked at enslaving her husband, Stephen had 
ensured that she was becoming more subservient to him. 
She kept telling herself that it was only temporary, 
but she seemed to slip more and more under his spell. 
Then each time Stephen demanded something of her, Lucy 
would take it out on John or Amy. And she always felt 
so guilty afterwards, especially as she became more 
aroused the worse she treated them.

Now standing in front of her kneeling form, Stephen 
held onto the clamps crushing her nipples and used 
them to guide Lucy's mouth toward his erect penis. She 
opened her jaws automatically and took him deep into 
her throat, just how she knew he liked it, how he had 
trained her. Indeed with all the practice he was 
giving her recently they both thought she had become 
an expert cocksucker and he never missed an 
opportunity to tell her so, even addressing emails to 
her as "my number one cocksucking whore."

She had learnt to control her gag reflex as he forced 
his way deep into the back of her throat. He held her 
head in place with a handful of hair as he filled her 
mouth with hot cum. Lucy swallowed it all and then 
cleaned him with her mouth and tongue as he had taught 
her to do.

Stephen sat at his desk as he pushed his flaccid penis 
back into his pants. Lucy stood at the cocktail 
cabinet by the window overlooking the city. She poured 
two glasses of juice, passed one to Stephen, and naked 
apart from her four inch heels ,stockings and nipple 
clamps, she raised her glass to wash away the salty 
taste in her mouth.

"I have a couple of things I need," she said as she 
sat on the corner of his desk.

"You can have just about anything you want my dear," 
Stephen replied. Lucy knew he was always in a good 
mood after one of their sessions, still feeling 
aroused herself, she briefly wondered why he never 
wanted to have sex her, not that she'd want him to, 
but as usual Stephen had used her for only his own 
gratification, never even considering that Lucy might 
like to have an orgasm.

"Oh well, never mind," she thought. She could always 
use her fingers when she returned to her office, or 
maybe Amy's mouth or Johns. Yes, that would be good, 
John would think it an honour to lick her now, or even 
better she could summon Barry in to fuck her, then 
have John lick her used pussy, see whether he would 
realise he was swallowing her lovers cum. She felt 
herself tingle with the thought.

"So my dear, what is it you want?" Stephen pressed. 
Lucy jumped as she returned from her musings.

"Ah yes right, well, first I need to tell you that I 
recently started an affair with Barry Cooper, one of 
my agents. I know I don't have to ask your permission 
strictly speaking, but I thought because of our 
special relationship I should have your consent," she 
said.

"Yes you did the right thing. I have no reason to 
object to whoever you want to see but I don't like to 
be kept in the dark," he warned her, then added "so 
yes, you can have my consent, but you must remember, 
my needs and desires are your main priority. I shall 
still expect you to drop whatever you're doing 
whenever I summon you. You belong to me now and you 
must always remember that. Besides, making your 
husband a cuckold can only be seen as progress. Now 
was there anything else?" he raised his brows in 
question. Lucy thought he was going too far to say he 
owned her. But then she admitted to herself that she 
would likely do whatever he told her to do, so, yes, 
he probably did own her.

"Yes," she replied. "I think it's time for John to 
become more domesticated. I would like you to cut his 
time to three hours a day. That way he can be at home 
doing chores. I thought it might be interesting to 
have him under the supervision of our daily cleaner," 
she said.

"Consider it done. By the way, how is my idea of the 
chastity tube working?" he asked as he idly tweaked 
Lucy's nipple.

"Oh, just perfect, he actually offered to wear it for 
as long as I want him to," she laughed, trying to hide 
the pain caused by his playing with her nipple clamps.

**

Lynn sat nervously waiting for Lucy to come home. Her 
employer had phoned her, Lucy wanted to speak to her. 
She was worried and hoped she wasn't going to lose her 
job. Although she was only a housekeeper, she liked 
her job, she liked John and Lucy too. This was the 
only job she had been able to find since leaving 
college two years previously, she really didn't like 
the idea of being unemployed again.

She stood up and clasped her hands in front of her as 
she heard Lucy's Lexus pull into the drive. When the 
front door opened, Lucy smiled and seeing the worried 
look on Lynn's face immediately tried to reassure her.

"Don't look so glum, I just need to discuss something 
important with you, please sit down," Lucy said as she 
herself sat next to Lynn on the sofa.

"Now you may have noticed some changes occurring 
around here lately?" she added once she was settled.

"Yes, I knew John had lost his job but..." Lynn 
started to speak, but didn't like to be too personal.

"Well yes, that's right, now though, it seems his 
hours are to be cut and I thought rather than sitting 
around all day he could take over your duties," Lucy 
explained. She saw Lynn's face drop and reached across 
the sofa, laying her hand on the girl's knee to 
reassure her.

"Oh don't worry, I'm not letting you go, oh no. I need 
you here more than ever now. I'm merely changing your 
status. He's only a man after all, and what do men 
know about housework?" she chuckled "No, what I plan 
is for John to do your job while you supervise him. It 
will actually be a promotion for you. Of course it 
will mean I'll need to give you a raise but we can 
sort the details out later," Lucy said smiling as she 
patted Lynn's thigh.

"But I don't understand, Johns my boss. I don't see 
how I can supervise him," Lynn was puzzled.

"No Lynn. I am your boss now and starting from Monday, 
to all intents and purposes you will be John's boss," 
Lucy laid it out as plainly as she could.

Lynn still had her doubts "And John doesn't mind? I 
mean it all seems such a strange situation," she 
asked.

"Ah, well. John doesn't actually know yet," Lucy told 
her, "But you leave that to me, I'll make sure he sees 
sense. The thing is, our relationship is changing," 
she confided, "since John lost his job, well, let's 
just say I have taken over the role as head of the 
household. I am after all the breadwinner now, and 
well, to tell you the truth I found out John cheated 
on me. So I need to know that he's kept too busy to do 
it again. And it would be useful for me to have 
someone I can trust keep an eye on him while I'm not 
here. And I want that someone to be you, So what do 
you say?" Lucy looked at her housekeeper hopefully.

Lynn was both stunned and flattered. She really wasn't 
sure how to answer "ummm, I don't know, it just seems 
so bizarre, what if John refuses to listen to me?."

"He won't, believe me," Lucy told her earnestly "after 
I've explained the situation to him he'll be as good 
as gold," she said gripping Lynn's knee.

Lucy gave Lynn one of her best smiles. Lynn nodded 
"Okay, why not, I'll give it a try."

"Splendid, now here's what we do..."
 
**

"You must be joking. I don't mind doing the housework, 
but being told what to do by a twenty year old girl, 
in my own house no less, well ... its, it's 
ridiculous," I was angry. We were standing in the 
kitchen. I had been cooking curry when Lucy broke the 
news of our new cleaning arrangements.

"Oh don't be so melodramatic John, it's just an 
arrangement. It doesn't really mean anything. I am not 
going to fire Lynn when she has done nothing wrong, 
she's a damn good housekeeper. You on the other hand 
haven't a clue, even you must admit that? so it makes 
sense if you think about it. All you need to do is a 
few household chores and Lynn can show you the best 
way to do them. Surely you are not too proud to take 
instruction from a younger person. You used to boss 
people twice your age. Besides it was your idea to do 
the cleaning in the first place."

I felt chastened. I had indeed suggested the idea. So 
I was in no position to complain, but to be under the 
supervision of Lynn was just simply embarrassing. But 
as Lucy had said, it was only for basic instruction, 
so I decided I should bite the bullet and agree.

"Okay Lucy, I'll do it. But it's only temporary 
right?."

"Of course. It'll only be for as long as I think you 
need someone in charge of you," she told me as she 
stroked my cheek.

I didn't like the phrase "in charge of" but I let it 
slide. Besides it had now been close to two weeks 
since Lucy had locked me into chastity and I hoped my 
compliance would lead to my release, even if it were 
only long enough to have sex with my gorgeous wife 
again.

**

On Monday I worked my three hours, then as Lucy would 
need her car, I caught the bus home. As I entered the 
house I found Lynn sitting in the kitchen writing on a 
note pad.

"Hi Lynn, I'm here, reporting for duty," I said, 
trying to make light of the situation.

"Oh hi John. Be with you in just a sec," she replied.

I nipped up to the spare room where I had been 
banished for the last several days to change my 
clothes. When I returned Lynn held out a sheet of 
paper to me. She looked embarrassed as she said "I've 
made a list of the jobs that need to be done today. 
Its best, I've found if you do them in that order, 
um...Lucy asked me to keep an eye on you to begin 
with, just until you know how to do things. Also she 
left me this" she appeared as unhappy with this 
situation as I was as she handed me another piece of 
paper.

"It's a list of jobs Lucy would like done while you 
are at home. But I think they need to wait till after 
the housework is finished, so...let's start shall we," 
she said and began fetching the equipment I would need 
to begin my job as a domestic drudge.

I had to work hard and I was always aware and 
uncomfortable of Lynn watching me. I was determined 
not to make mistakes, but even so she was forced to 
instruct me on several occasions when I did something 
wrong or my efforts were not good enough. She was 
obviously nervous whenever she had to point out my 
faults and in a strange way I felt sorry for her. By 
five o'clock I was finally finished and I slumped 
tiredly into a chair with a well-deserved beer.

"Okay, I'm off now John, I'll see you tomorrow. I 
shouldn't drink too much of that," she pointed at the 
bottle in my hand "Tuesdays are pretty hectic, bye," 
she waved and closed the door as she left.

I scowled at her back. She had just watched and 
criticised me all afternoon, and she hadn't lifted a 
finger to help, but I knew I was being petulant. Lynn 
had done this job almost every day for the last two 
years so who was I to complain?

I fished Lucy's list from my pocket and read it. There 
were lots of small jobs, fix this, hang that. I 
swigged the last of my beer and thought "the hell with 
it", if she wants the jobs done let her do them 
herself. But then after a few minutes I decided - what 
the hell, I might as well do something just to stop me 
being bored.

I groaned as I levered myself out of the chair. But as 
I went to the garage to fetch my tools I knew deep 
down inside that I was scared of what Lucy might say 
if I didn't do as she said.

As the days passed I grew into the routine and became 
faster and more efficient at my work. At the same time 
Lynn became more confident in her new position. She 
seemed to find it increasingly easy to give me 
instructions and I felt she was actually enjoying 
having authority over me. More and more she would give 
me my schedule for the day then spend her time 
relaxing on the patio or watching TV, sometimes she 
would go shopping or visit friends, she even had 
friends visit her in my house and all the time I would 
be hard at work while Lynn acted as if she owned the 
place.

I took the decision to speak to Lucy about Lynn's lack 
of effort. Not realising that this would lead to even 
more humiliation and my first punishment.

But I would also receive a reward.


Part Three: Punished

I was forced to bide my time for a few days as Lucy 
had started to work late quite a lot. Also she was 
often away at meetings with clients, most times 
staying overnight or occasionally for the whole 
weekend, so she would invariably claim to be too tired 
or stressed to deal with my so called trivial 
problems. But then one Friday Lucy announced she would 
be home on time. I was determined to discuss my 
situation with her that evening..

Lucy arrived home and flopped into an armchair. I 
opened a bottle of wine and poured two glasses, as I 
handed one to Lucy she kicked off her shoes and said 
"oh thank you darling, just what I need. Oh babe be a 
hon. would you and give my feet a massage."

I swallowed a mouthful of wine and knelt before her. I 
lifted her stocking covered feet onto my lap and begun 
to massage them accompanied by oohh's and aah's of 
relief from my wife.

"Luce, can we talk about a couple of things?" I asked 
as she lay her head on the back of the armchair. 

She looked down at me with curiosity but said nothing 
so I continued.

"First, it's about Lynn," I said

"What about Lynn?" she asked .

"Well... it's just... I like Lynn, don't get me wrong, 
but I'm not sure about the current arrangement," I 
said hesitantly.

Lucy sighed "what's wrong John? come on spit it out ."

"Well, I think she's taking advantage. I do all the 
work and she doesn't seem to do anything. Oh I know I 
agreed to do it all, that's not what I'm complaining 
about. She just spends her day lounging, watching TV 
or something. Sometimes she goes shopping or visits 
friends. She's even had friends around here! they seem 
to believe it's her house and I'm the hired help. 

"Lynn doesn't correct them, she just acts like the 
lady of the house. She even serves them our wine and 
food. And then at the end of the day she'll tour the 
house inspecting my work. I really do wonder if we 
need her. I know I sound like I'm moaning but I really 
think she's taking advantage of your good nature," I 
took a breath, I had said my bit. Lucy sat up, she 
leaned toward me and told me. 

"I can see your point John. But the thing is, Lynn and 
I have already spoken about this very problem. The 
poor girl confided in me: she only acts like that 
because she feels uncomfortable with supervising you. 
And I can understand what she means. Because she has 
no real authority she finds it hard to instruct you, 
but acting like she does actually shows authority if 
you think about it. People in authority should take 
advantage of their position. 

"Therefore I think we only need to tweak the situation 
a bit. Now... as I've already said, I'm unwilling to 
let Lynn go so I think that from now on you should 
regard Lynn as your boss," Lucy held up her hand, palm 
facing me to ward off my protest and continued "it's 
only for convenience John, but by giving Lynn this 
control I think things will run all the more smoothly. 
So in a nutshell, whenever Lynn and you are together, 
Lynn will be in command, and you should show her the 
respect due to her. 

"If she wants you to do something, you should do it. 
If she wants to go out or entertain friends then 
that's her prerogative. None of this should really 
affect the way things are now, but at least it will 
clarify everybody's position. Oh and I think you 
should start by addressing her correctly. 

"Um, Miss Richards or maybe just Miss I think would be 
appropriate. Also I suggest you don't initiate 
conversation. Remember she is your superior, and 
should be treated as such. I'm sure if we all work 
together on this, things will run a lot smoother, 
don't you agree? there that's sorted. Now what was the 
second thing you wanted to talk about?"

I knelt on the floor stunned, completely speechless, 
what the blazers had just happened. I'm not completely 
sure I understood half of what Lucy had just said but 
I knew one thing: somehow I had just been relegated to 
the role of a servant in my own house, under the 
control of our former cleaner no less. And even worse, 
I couldn't find a single argument against it. I held 
Lucy's feet and stared into space with my mouth agape.

"Well? "Lucy said nudging me with her foot. I looked 
up at her.

"What...oh..um yes... I'm sorry... um it's, well... 
It's this," I stuttered. I pointed with the fingers of 
both hands indicating my crotch, I couldn't think of 
what to say.

"Your manhood you mean?" Lucy asked with an amused 
look.

I nodded dumbly, I was still trying to comprehend all 
that had just been said.

"Well what about it?" she pressed.

I finally managed to find my voice "it's this cage 
Lucy. I've had it on for weeks now. Please can you 
take it off. I swear I've learned my lesson, I won't 
do anything like that ever again. Please Lucy," I felt 
pathetic, like a whining child, but I was desperate.

"I really want to John. But can I believe you," she 
said. I thought I could detect some hope in her reply.

"Oh yes Lucy, please believe me. Look, I'll do 
anything you want, I promise. I'll cook, clean, I'll 
wait on you, I'll wait on Lynn if you tell me to. I 
just need to get this thing off. Even if it's only for 
a while. Say, how about this? If you take this cage 
off for one night I promise to wear it again in the 
morning. And I'll agree to obey any orders you or Lynn 
give me. Hey, how about it. Come on please Luce," I 
pleaded pathetically but I felt hopeful as Lucy seemed 
to consider my proposal. Then she looked at me sternly 
and spoke.

"I don't want to be made a fool of John. If I agree to 
this it must be on my terms, Okay."

"Yes anything," I nodded eagerly.

She smiled warmly down at me and held out her hand, 
she pulled me to my feet and kissed me tenderly.

"Let's go to bed," she said and led me from the room. 
I was so pleased and excited. I was as hard as a rock 
and it was agony as my penis strained against its 
metal cage. But I didn't mind, I was just so grateful 
for this small favour she was giving me. I felt like a 
child as she led me upstairs. I briefly thought about 
how things had changed. Lucy seemed so sure of herself 
now, I on the other hand couldn't seem to do anything 
right unless I was under instruction.

We entered Lucy's bedroom ( strange how I now thought 
of it as Lucy's room) and she turned and kissed me 
deeply. I could tell how turned on she was, her lips 
were soft and hot and felt swollen against my mouth.

My penis seemed to grow larger and I groaned with the 
pain. Lucy pulled away, she had a wicked smile on her 
face as she pushed me backwards onto the bed "stay 
there, " she commanded huskily. I watched her open a 
drawer and pull out a handful of her stockings. She 
knelt on the bed and gently pushed against my chest 
"lie back, there's something I want to try," she said,

Within a minute I found my hands tied to the wooden 
headboard. Lucy stood back and looked down at me she 
ran her hands over her breasts and down to her crotch. 
Her hair was wild as she caressed herself. She licked 
her lips as she grabbed the front of her shirt, she 
ripped it open sending buttons flying across the 
bedroom. She swung her hips seductively as she slid 
her skirt off, her panties soon followed. I strained 
my neck to watch her and I realised Lucy had been 
braless, but not only that she wore stockings and had 
shaved her pussy, when had that happened? But then I 
realised I hadn't seen Lucy naked since I had cheated 
with Amy.

Wearing just hold up stockings Lucy crawled onto the 
bed and above me. She grabbed my shirt and repeated 
the ripping process baring my chest. She stroked my 
face and ran her hands down my body scoring my skin 
with her nails. She undid my pants and pulled them off 
my legs then slowly slid my shorts down exposing me 
completely, she was biting her bottom lip as she 
looked at my trapped penis "My god, that looks so 
painful, I never realised!" she exclaimed in a 
whisper.

"Tell me about it," I thought as she stroked me.

"You know I kind of like it like that, the way it's 
trying to burst out, perhaps I should keep it that way 
for ever," she teased me, smiling evilly.

"Oh god Lucy please no, take it off please," I felt 
the beginnings of panic.

She laid on her side supported on one elbow, her head 
level with my waist, she ran the nail of her index 
finger up and down my straining cock.

"Mmmm, I suppose I could take it off, but what do I 
get out of it?."

I wasn't sure what she meant "I don't understand. You 
can have anything you want Lucy. Just say the word."

"You should be careful, you don't know what I might 
ask for" her stroking was driving me mad.

"I don't care. I'll give you anything you want, I'll 
do anything you tell me. I just want it off Luce, I 
just want to make love to you again. Please Lucy, even 
if it's only for a while," I pleaded.

She grinned and moved up the bed, her tongue slid 
across my lips as she gently stroked my cock.

"Will you let me punish you?" she asked in a husky 
voice.

"Wh...why would you want to?" I stammered.

She looked me in the eyes "You cheated on me 
remember."

"But what about this cage?" I protested.

"Oh silly, that's prevention, it's not punishment. You 
still have to pay for your mistake," she licked her 
lips sexily.

It certainly felt like punishment to me! but I said 
"what sort of punishment did you have in mind?" I 
didn't know if I should be worried or not.

"Oh nothing serious, just something to remind you to 
behave "

"Will you take this thing off if I agree?" I wanted 
some sort of deal.

"Hold on tiger, I'm not finished," she said quickly 
"I'll remove your cage and then I'll give you the best 
night of your life, but you must agree to my terms," 
she said as she begun painfully squeezing my cock, it 
was a beautiful agony. I could not resist, she had me 
just where she wanted me, I would agree to anything 
now, so I told her "oh god, oh god yes, anything."

"You haven't heard my terms yet," she said and nibbled 
on my nipple.

"I don't care, I agree," I gasped.

She carried on as if I hadn't spoken "Your cock will 
go back into its little prison tomorrow at noon. And 
as you suggested, you must agree to do whatever I tell 
you and I will have the right to punish you should you 
need it," she held my cock in her fist, her thumb 
stroked around the head as she waited for me to 
answer. I was getting so desperate I had trouble 
finding my voice.

"What sort of things will you want me to do?" I 
croaked.

She didn't answer at first, instead she lowered her 
head and took me into her mouth sucking gently.

It was all too much. I didn't care about the future. I 
just had to get that fucking cage off.

"Oh fuck Lucy, yes I agree to everything, whatever you 
want," I almost shouted.

With her lips still touching the head of my cock she 
said, "and when I'm not here do you agree to let Lynn 
discipline you if she needs to."

I heard the words and knew I shouldn't agree, but 
Lucy's mouth was around my cock again and I had no 
will of my own anymore.

"Yes yes I accept all your terms, everything you've 
said, I agree to it all. Please stop teasing me Luce. 
I promise to do anything you say. I really want to 
make you happy," I thought I would cry with 
frustration.

She climbed off the bed and said "turn over ." She 
grabbed my ankles and helped me to turn. Once I was 
laying on my front Lucy tied my feet to the bottom 
corners of the bed. I was wondering what she had in 
mind when pain suddenly exploded in my ass.

"Aghh, Jesus Lucy what the hell?" I shouted. I managed 
to turn my head to see her standing with a long 
handled wooden spoon in her hand. She grinned as she 
swung again, stinging my other buttock.

"Aghh, ouch Lucy, what are you doing?, that bloody 
hurts. Stop it will you?" I whined.

"You agreed to be punished so be quiet," she snapped.

I was about to complain when Lucy climbed on the bed, 
straddling me she pulled my head back and forced 
something into my mouth. I quickly realised it was her 
discarded panties. With her mouth close to my ear she 
told me, "Now you will take your punishment in 
silence. If you spit those out I'll start over from 
the beginning," with that she resumed the spanking. 

It hurt like hell, my ass was on fire but tied as I 
was I couldn't dodge a single stroke. I don't know how 
many times she struck me but it must have been in the 
twenties. The pain built and I could no longer 
distinguish between individual strikes, it became just 
one burning agony. When I felt I could bare it no 
longer, I heard Lucy scream. I managed to turn my head 
enough to look just as she threw the spoon down. She 
had a wild expression on her face. She began slapping 
me with both her hands as fast as she could swing her 
arms. It was all too much for me. I spat out the 
panties and screamed like a child, "NO! No more, 
please Lucy stop, please, please, please, no more!"

She suddenly stopped. I was so relieved but I was also 
scared. Would she be angry that I had spat out the gag 
and start over? I felt so helpless, I had no way to 
resist anything she wanted to do. I could feel tears 
in my eyes as I begged "I'm sorry Lucy please. I 
couldn't stand anymore, it hurts so much. Please, I've 
learned my lesson. Please don't hurt me again. I 
promise I'll be good. I'll do anything you want, 
please don't start again," I was on the verge of panic 
again. 

As I was pleading with her I felt Lucy cut through the 
nylons holding my feet with nail scissors. She rolled 
me onto my back. The breath was knocked out of me as 
she literally dived on top of me. She began kissing me 
fiercely as she ground her crotch against mine. I 
think she must have realised then that the spanking 
had killed my erection because she slid down my body 
and took me into her mouth again. She was good, so 
very good. In under a minute I was hard again despite 
all my pain and suffering.

Lucy climbed off the bed and picked something from the 
dresser. I saw it was the key to my cock cage and I 
almost cheered. She unlocked and removed the cage, I 
wanted to cry with joy, but I groaned aloud as Lucy's 
mouth enveloped me once again.

I may not be the most well-endowed man but I'm not 
small either and I watched Lucy had taken my whole 
length into her throat, I was fascinated as she drew 
back to the head then swallowed me again until her 
lips were against my pubic hair. I knew I couldn't 
stand much of this before I exploded. I could feel my 
orgasm building. But Lucy seemed to sense this as she 
withdrew her lips and clamped her thumb and forefinger 
around the base of my cock and squeezed: effectively 
stopping me from Cumming.

She continued like this for some time: first sucking 
me then squeezing me. Something in the back of my mind 
wondered where Lucy had learned to deep throat and the 
squeezing technique but I was in paradise and ignored 
the thought.

With a lustful leer on her face she then straddled me. 
She groaned loud and squeezed her breasts as she sank 
onto my erection and proceeded to ride me. Again I 
could feel myself building to orgasm.

"Don't you dare cum," Lucy gasped, but the way she was 
grinding her pussy on my cock I had no choice and 
after only a couple of minutes I exploded inside her. 
My body convulsed, almost throwing Lucy off her perch. 
I sagged back gasping for breath. Lucy kept riding me, 
then she must have felt me grow soft inside her 
because she lifted herself up and slid herself up my 
body. Her hairless pussy was above my face and with a 
groan she lowered herself onto my mouth.

I had just cum heavily and wanted to just relax, but I 
knew Lucy hadn't climaxed and I wanted to satisfy her 
so I began licking and sucking her, accompanied by 
Lucy's groaning and encouragement. I could taste the 
familiar flavour of Lucy's pussy and also my own cum 
as Lucy started to rub her crotch over my face. I 
could feel myself becoming hard again.

I was licking her deep when Lucy grabbed my hair with 
both hands and pulled my mouth hard into her pussy as 
she climaxed, flooding my throat with her juices. She 
crushed my face into her so hard that I couldn't 
breathe, but still I fed on her, swallowing with 
enthusiasm.

She eventually climbed off me. I lay gasping for 
breath, my face was wet with her juices. I felt her 
hand wrap around my erection "Mmmmm... ready for more 
are we?" she said with a leer.

I didn't have the energy to answer, but she once again 
impaled herself on my stiff member.

"Let's make this one last shall we?" she said, slowly 
moving her hips up and down on me.

We made love tenderly, with her stroking and kissing 
me for some time. Then Lucy began speeding up as her 
second orgasm approached .

She came intensely. She didn't thrash about, but clung 
to me tightly, her mouth mashing my lips against my 
teeth. She collapsed on top of me and held me for a 
long time, kissing my whole face tenderly.

She untied my hands and helped me to massage feeling 
back into them. Then we lay coated in sweat in one 
another's arms.

I was awakened a couple of hours later by Lucy nudging 
me "come on stud, we smell. I'll turn the shower on," 
I admired her perfect ass as she walked to the 
bathroom.

Under the shower we washed each other. Lucy slowly 
kissed her way down my body until she knelt under the 
raining water, and with her wet red hair plastered to 
her face she took my hardness into her mouth and 
sucked me deep until I came again.

At that moment I felt as close to heaven as a person 
could without dying.

**

We slept late on Saturday. I awoke first and sneaked 
downstairs to prepare breakfast. I fed Lucy toast and 
honey in bed. She smiled as she sucked the sticky 
substance from her finger, "I love you," I told her 
"and I you," she replied "do you want to fuck?" she 
asked. I moved to her and we kissed, once more she 
sucked my cock, and I was again amazed how good it 
felt.

"Where did you learn to do that?" I asked as she moved 
her mouth away from my rock hard penis.

"Oh I don't know, perhaps I'm just a natural 
cocksucker," she said and giggled.

We made love, gently but with passion. We both did all 
we could to please the other and I thought that 
despite the punishment or the cock cage or anything 
else Lucy decided to do to me, I would never stop 
loving her.

Lucy lay with her head on John's chest, he was 
stroking her hair. She loved John so very much. He was 
such a good and gentle man. She felt guilty about what 
she had been doing to him. And it was at times like 
this that she wanted to stop all this slavery 
nonsense, but she knew she wouldn't. No doubt later, 
she would think of some new torment for him and become 
so excited, she would be dizzy with the power she held 
over him. 

Sometimes she wished John would fight back and she 
found herself become so angry with him when he meekly 
accepted the suffering and humiliation. When she had 
punished him the evening before, part of her wanted 
him to free himself and take back control of their 
marriage. But instead he had cried and begged. She had 
wanted to shout at him to stand up for himself. 
Instead she had lost her temper with him and then 
became more aroused as she slapped him.

She felt slightly sad knowing that it was unlikely 
anything now would stop her from turning her husband 
into a slave.

I felt the happiest I had been for weeks. I was 
sitting on a recliner by the pool in the sun, enjoying 
life for the first time in weeks. Lucy fetched me a 
beer. She looked so sexy in her tiny white bikini, I 
became erect just looking. Lucy noticed the large 
bulge in my shorts and grinned. I moved my legs so she 
could sit. I sipped my beer as she pulled down the top 
of my shorts. Lowering her head she ran her tongue 
around the head of my erect penis.

It seemed to me that she couldn't get enough, but then 
neither could I. It didn't take long. I couldn't stop 
myself: I came in her mouth. She raised her head, a 
stream of my cum ran down her chin. With a sexy leer 
she scooped it up with her finger and sucked it clean. 
I smiled, remembering how I used to have to beg her to 
give me oral sex, and of the handful of times she did, 
she would never allow me to cum in her mouth. I was so 
happy and content at that moment. I should have 
realised things could only go downhill.

Lucy stood up and picked something up from the floor, 
it was the cock cage. "Oh no Luce, do we have to?" I 
complained as she placed the hated thing on my wilting 
penis.

I'm three inches taller than Lucy, fifty pounds 
heavier and a whole lot stronger, but I sat meekly as 
she placed me in chastity once more.

"You know what we agreed, now don't go and spoil it," 
she said, then began feeding my flaccid penis into its 
wire prison. She locked it tight. Was it my 
imagination or did she fasten it much tighter than 
before? She pulled my shorts back up, then giving my 
useless member a pat she walked away into the house.

I followed her inside and tried to talk to her "come 
on Luce, I thought we were alright again."

She turned to me with a weary expression "Don't ruin 
everything John," she said "we had a wonderful night. 
And if locking you up makes you perform like that, I 
think you should wear your cage all the time," she 
added.

"But Lucy?"

"No John," she interrupted sternly "that's enough. We 
agreed, and I mean to keep the agreement. You've been 
spanked once and already have a black mark toward your 
second punishment. Now don't make it worse." she said.

"wh...what do you mean a black mark?" I was shocked 
and puzzled.

"I ordered you not to cum last night and you disobeyed 
me. And you spat my panties out when I expressly told 
you not to, oh you thought I had forgotten about that 
didn't you?" yes, I had hoped she had forgotten. 

She continued to lecture me, "Christ John I do believe 
you want to be punished. Now, why don't you be quiet 
before you make matters worse. Surely you must have 
some chores to do or do you think you are going to sit 
around all day?" 

She turned away and marched into her office, shutting 
the door before I could compose a reply. I had felt so 
good before, now I was deflated. I was angry that she 
had conned me, but then I admitted to myself that she 
hadn't really, She had warned me as to what was going 
to happen. I had agreed to everything that she had 
said and done. I had only myself to blame.

I made coffee and biscuits and took them into Lucy as 
a peace offering. She sat at her desk typing on her 
computer "I'm sorry Lucy. I was wrong and you were 
right... friends?" I asked.

She looked up and smiled "of course," she said.

I put her coffee on her desk and stood behind her. I 
kissed the top of her head. I noticed she had been 
writing an email to her boss Stephen. I read over her 
shoulder.

"Hi Stephen. Just keeping you updated on our special 
project: it's all coming along fine. I took a big step 
and made significant progress. I feel the end is in 
sight and we should come to a satisfactory conclusion 
sooner than we thought. I have some ideas in mind to 
further cement our position. I will fill you in on all 
the details on Monday.

Lucy.

P.S. If you require me to give you the full works 
could we meet sooner rather than later, as I have an 
overnight meeting. Thanks.

I put my arms around her neck and hugged her "you ,re 
always on the job Luce. Why not forget about work 
today and relax? after all, if you're working late 
Monday you'll need all the rest you can get."


Part Four: Isolation

At eleven o'clock on Monday morning, Lucy was at her 
desk. She had her computer open to a website of an 
adult store as she spoke on the phone," yes okay, 
thanks. My assistant will come by within the next 
couple of hours to collect my order. Thank you and 
bye," she closed her phone and slumped back in her 
chair, gasping, "you are such a bitch Amy. I'm sure 
you were doing that on purpose just to embarrass me," 
she said breathlessly. She stroked the head of the 
woman kneeling between her thighs. She was enjoying 
the sensation of Amy's tongue licking deep in her 
pussy. Lucy kept telling herself she was not attracted 
to women, but this was becoming an almost daily 
occurrence. She pulled Amy's head against her sopping 
crotch. She bit down on her knuckle to stop herself 
making too much noise as she climaxed into Amy's busy 
mouth.

"By god girl you're good at that. Almost good enough 
to turn me lesbian," she gasped and pushed Amy back 
onto her haunches.

Lucy composed herself and sat upright. She 
straightened her skirt, "now, I want you to go to this 
address and collect the things I just ordered. Take my 
card. It should only take you an hour or so," she 
ordered the kneeling woman.

Amy took the offered card and still kneeling, looked 
up at her boss and asked "please ma'am, when will you 
take my chastity belt off? You keep saying you will 
and it's been weeks now."

Lucy sighed "alright. I'll tell you what. You choose 
yourself a nice big dildo and if I'm impressed enough 
by your choice, I'll remove the belt and you can fuck 
yourself silly. Now scoot. I have arrangements to 
make."

An hour later Lucy knocked on Stephens door and 
entered his office. Seeing he was on the phone, she 
quietly made her way around his desk and knelt beside 
his chair. Stephen continued his telephone 
conversation as he roughly wound his hand into Lucy's 
hair and pulled her head down to his crotch. 

Lucy bit her tongue to stop herself squealing: knowing 
Stephen would not be happy if she interrupted his 
call. With her face buried in the crotch of his pants 
she managed to free her arms from her dress and pull 
the top down so as to expose her breasts the way she 
knew Stephen liked. Then she struggled to undo his 
fly. She freed his erection which slapped against her 
cheek. 

She was able to twist her head enough to feed the 
penis into her mouth, but could only suck and use her 
tongue as Stephen held her head immobile. She heard 
him hang up the phone and he pushed her head hard 
down, forcing himself deep into the back of her 
throat. Lucy knew not to resist as he roughly fucked 
her face. It was only a couple minutes until Stephen 
forced Lucy hard onto him with one hand, and crushed 
and twisted her breast painfully with the other. Then 
her mouth was flooded with cum.

Stephen pushed her away. Lucy stayed on her knees and 
licked a stray splash of sperm from her bottom lip. 
She waited as Stephen got his breath back. She had 
seen him like this before, it was plain he'd had some 
business problem and he had taken out his frustrations 
on her. He sighed and sat up straight. He leaned 
forward and began to playfully twist Lucy's nipples. 
She knew then he was in a better mood.

"You wanted something my dear?" he asked 

Lucy groaned in discomfort but pushed her sore breasts 
out for Stephen to abuse "mmmmm...yes. I just wanted 
to let you know that I'm planning a small party on 
Saturday, there will be a few friends, some food and 
drink and I have something planned that you might find 
amusing," she said ignoring the pain from her breasts

"Would this something involve your unfortunate husband 
by any chance?" he asked with a grin.

"Maybe," Lucy teased.

"I'll look forward to it. Until Saturday," Stephen 
said and with a final pinch of her nipples he turned 
away to carry on working. Lucy knew she was dismissed. 
She stood to leave, her breasts naked until she 
reached the outer office.

Amy returned carrying a large box as Lucy sat down at 
her desk. She grinned wickedly. She still felt 
humiliated by Stephens treatment of her. Now she had 
the perfect opportunity to take out her frustrations 
on someone else "Come in Amy. Close the door. I'm so 
glad your back," she purred.

"Not another one please ma'am, they really hurt," Amy 
pleaded with Lucy as a rubber band was pulled over her 
breast and released with a snap "Aaagh! Please no 
more," she begged.

"Oh stop whining. I took your belt off didn't I?" Lucy 
smirked.

**

Lucy had kept her promise. When Amy had placed the box 
on the floor, Lucy had opened it to find lots of shiny 
black leather with straps and buckles.

"Yum. This looks perfect. Now did you get yourself 
anything?" she enquired raising an eyebrow.

"What is all that ma'am?" Amy asked instead of 
answering the question.

"Never you mind. All will be revealed on Saturday 
evening at my party," Lucy told her.

"Oh I'm sorry ma'am but I don't think I will be able 
to make it: I have a date on Saturday"

"Not anymore you don't. I need you at my house, you 
are to be my maid," Lucy corrected her.

"But ma'am please," Amy started.

"Shut up," Lucy snapped. "You will do as you are told. 
Now show me what you bought for yourself?" she 
continued.

Amy slumped in defeat. She knew it was no use arguing. 
Lucy wouldn't relent, so she opened the bag she was 
holding to reveal an enormous dildo. She held it up 
and couldn't stop herself giggling.

"Very impressive I must say," Lucy said "now let's get 
your belt off. I want to see that monster inside you," 
she stood and approached Amy, licking her lips in 
anticipation.

Amy was shocked: she thought Lucy had been joking. She 
never imagined she would really have to fuck herself. 
If she had, she wouldn't have chosen such a big dildo.

"Come on don't mess about, strip now," Lucy ordered.

Amy was pleased she was going to be free of this 
ghastly belt at last. But at what price? Not wanting 
to rile Lucy any further she reluctantly began to 
undress.

In a couple of minutes Amy was naked and Lucy unlocked 
the belt. Amy's hands immediately went to her crotch 
to massage the area denied her for so many weeks. Lucy 
slapped Amy's hands away.

"God you're such a slut. Now get down on your knees 
and spread your legs," Lucy commanded.

Amy reluctantly knelt and moved her knees apart. She 
was nervous at what she knew was about to happen, but 
at the same time felt herself becoming aroused.

Lucy squatted before her victim and placed the dildo 
upright on the floor between Amy's thighs "lower 
yourself onto it," she said. 

Amy pushed down slowly and tentatively. She felt the 
artificial cock against her pussy. She gasped as it 
began to stretch her, she knew it was too big "oh no, 
I can't Lucy it's too big," she cried.

"Don't be such a wuss. Maybe you just need 
encouragement," with that Lucy went to her desk and 
opened a drawer. She had thought of something Stephen 
had done to her a couple of times. Now she could feel 
what it was like from the other side.

She placed a large bag of rubber bands on the floor. 
And taking one she stretched it, and placed it around 
the base of Amy's breast. She then repeated the 
procedure with the other breast. The elastic dug into 
the soft flesh forcing Amy's boobs to swell. It wasn't 
painful, but Lucy knew this was just the beginning. 
Taking another band, she held it stretched over Amy's 
left breast, then suddenly released the rubber to let 
it snap onto the tender flesh. Amy squealed loud. Lucy 
slapped her face "shut up slut. The quicker you get 
that cock buried inside you, the sooner I stop using 
these," she then emphasized the point by snapping a 
band onto Amy's other breast.

Tears ran freely down Amy's face as she struggled to 
force the dildo into herself. Her breasts were so 
painful, it was hard to concentrate. Very soon she had 
at least six bands of stinging elastic biting into 
each of her sore boobs. Lucy had taken great delight 
in snapping each one onto Amy's tender flesh. she 
watched as Amy's tits turned from white to red, then 
grow darker until they were almost mauve. Lucy found 
some smaller bands and had an idea: she managed to 
double them up and with some fiddling she placed them 
over Amy's nipples. Amy's body shook as she cried. Her 
breasts were a burning agony. She felt she was being 
split in two by the dildo being forced inside her. And 
now her nipples stung unbearably.

"Sob...please... sob... Lucy I can't do it, sob... 
please let me stop I beg, sob... you!" she cried.

Lucy took Amy's lower jaw in her hand and forced the 
poor girl to look into her face "I've got hundreds of 
rubber bands here. So, do you think you can bury that 
thing inside you before I use them all, or not? 
because to be truthful, I'm having a whale of a time 
and if I run out of bands or can't find any flesh to 
put them on I'm sure I can think of something else to 
amuse me," she smiled evilly and picked up two more 
bands.

After another thirty minutes Amy had given up. She 
could no longer force the dildo any deeper. As it was, 
there were about twelve inches inside her, but there 
were at least another six to go. She conceded she 
could take no more. 

Her breasts were distorted with what seemed like 
hundreds of rubber bands digging into her. The flesh 
was now purple with blue veins showing clearly. Lucy 
though, had grown bored with torturing Amy's tits. She 
now snapped a band around the girls neck, to join the 
dozens of others digging into the flesh of Amy's head, 
pulling her face into a grotesque mask.

When Lucy realised Amy had stopped trying to force the 
dildo into herself, and now simply knelt accepting her 
torture, it stopped being fun. Lucy stroked Amy's tear 
sodden face "you tried my sweet. Maybe next time you 
will succeed. Now you just stay as you are while I 
remove the bands from your mouth, then after you lick 
me, I'll let you go," she whispered and ran her tongue 
across Amy's rubber band covered mouth.

Amy was fortunate in one respect: Lucy had been 
frustrated since her meeting with Stephen, and was now 
so aroused that she climaxed in just a couple of 
minutes. She laid on the floor with her legs splayed 
lewdly as Amy sucked eagerly on her clitoris. Satiated 
Lucy then climbed wearily to her feet and collapsed 
onto her chair at her desk. She nodded, giving Amy 
permission to remove the remainder of the bands and 
raise herself off the dildo.

Amy tried in vain to wipe her tears away as she gently 
pulled the bands from her head and breasts. She 
gathered up her clothes and left the office naked as 
Lucy waved her away.

She was dismissed.

**

I wasn't really enjoying my life at that moment. It 
seemed to be nothing but endless toil. Most days I had 
to take the bus to work because Lucy would have to go 
straight to a meeting or suchlike. Then I would have 
to rush home later, again on the bus, to give me 
enough time to do all the chores that needed to be 
done. There would always be a note from Lucy waiting 
for me, with instructions for me to do something that 
she had decided needed to be done. It usually left me 
with very little time of my own, but how could I 
complain? 

I was bringing no real money into the house, and 
because of that my lovely wife was having to work 
extra hard. I really felt for her as she was working 
late more and more often, sometimes even staying 
overnight in an hotel or a colleagues home, leaving me 
lonely or at the tender mercies of Lynn.

I found the situation most strange. Here was I, locked 
in a chastity belt, having to be almost constantly 
supervised because I had yet to regain Lucy's trust. 
And bizarrely she had chosen a gorgeous nineteen year 
old to be alone with me for hours on end. But then, 
what could I do locked up as I was? maybe this was 
some sort of test to see if I could be trusted. I 
wouldn't have been at all surprised if Lynn had Lucy's 
ear, reporting on any developments that may occur. But 
I felt safe in that regard. I had already learned my 
lesson. Besides, I loved Lucy and I never wanted to 
hurt her again.

Lynn though, was growing into her role: she no longer 
appeared unsure of herself whenever she made a 
decision or needed to reprimand me, and reprimand me 
she did. She had no compunction in watching me work or 
inspecting my completed tasks down to the smallest 
detail. I sometimes suspected she actually enjoyed 
finding fault with me. And when she did, she would 
have me do the whole job again. 

I never argued, even though I thought she was wrong on 
most occasions. I had given Lucy my word to obey Lynn. 
Being bossed by a teenager in my own house was 
humiliating enough, I certainly didn't want to be 
punished by her as well. That was something else I 
regretted agreeing to. So I kept quiet and did as I 
was told. Even waiting on her and her girlfriends when 
she commanded me to. I don't know what she had told 
them about our relationship, but her friends never 
hesitated in giving me commands and treating me like a 
servant.

Lynn had left for the day. I had spent the last hour 
cleaning Lucy's bathroom, before collapsing into a 
chair with a cold beer. I would have to start dinner 
soon, as Lucy would be home in about an hour. I had 
taken only a mouthful of beer when the phone rang. The 
caller display showed it was Lucy, and I immediately 
perked up at the prospect of hearing her voice, "hello 
Luce how's it going?" I asked cheerily.

"Not so well I'm afraid. It looks like we'll be hard 
at it for another few hours at least. I'm sorry to ask 
honey but would you do me a huge favour?" she sounded, 
to me, tied and overworked.

"Anything you want you just say the word, I'm yours to 
command," I laughed.

"Oh you're such a darling. Listen, poor old Barry has 
been at it nonstop this evening. I think I've worn him 
out and the thing is, he's supposed to be going away 
later tonight and he needs his sports bag from his 
office. He was planning to collect some clean shorts 
and things from home but he won't have time now. So 
could you be a hon, and nip back to work to fetch his 
kit? He can then pick it up from you around ten 
o'clock after we finish here. Oh and if you wouldn't 
mind giving it a quick wash through that would be 
great?" she explained.

I slumped down in my chair. It was going to be another 
lonely evening. Washing some other guys dirty socks 
and jockstrap was the last thing I wanted to do, 
besides by the time I had travelled to the office and 
back, I'd be lucky to get any rest at all. But then I 
reminded myself of all the things Lucy had done for me 
recently and I knew it would be churlish of me to 
refuse. After all, she hadn't complained about the 
amount of work she was having to do.

"Okay Lucy. I'll do what I can but what about dinner?" 
I tried to sound as upbeat as possible.

"Oh, we have some sandwiches here. I think I'll be too 
tired to eat anyway. Why don't you get yourself 
something and we'll see you about ten. I'll make it up 
to you, I promise. I love you, " she finished.

"I love you too Luce. See you later," I closed the 
phone and sighed. I poured my beer down the kitchen 
sink then found my shoes. It was going to be a long 
night.

**

Lucy put down her phone and picked up her glass of 
champagne. She took a sip and stroked the back of 
Barry's head as he gently sucked on her nipple. He 
looked up at her, and moved up the king-size bed to 
kiss her lips. 'God, she was so sexy', he felt like 
the luckiest man in the world.

"Why do you stay with your husband if you hate him so 
much?" he asked her.

Lucy looked at him with a wrinkled brow "what on earth 
makes you think I hate John?."

"Well, look how you treat him: you lie to him, you 
cheat on him, you humiliate him... why?" 

"I do those things because I love him of course. I 
love John more than anything in the world," she 
answered as though the reason was obvious.

"It just seems a strange way to love someone," Barry 
remarked.

"It's hard to explain," Lucy began as she sat up and 
spoke "it's well... let me see. I'm here laying in a 
luxurious bed drinking champagne, having just spent 
the last hour having sex. Very soon I will spend 
another hour having more sex. Then I'll get dressed, 
and you will take me to a posh restaurant for dinner, 
where I will be spoilt terribly by both you and the 
waiters. 

"And after that, I will go home to my husband, who has 
been doing mind numbing work all day, and has spent 
the evening running around town and washing the smalls 
of the man who is fucking his wife. He probably hasn't 
even had time for a sandwich. 

"Then when I arrive home, he will wait on me and 
pamper me while I try to think of ways to make his 
life ever more miserable. And all this is happening 
because of me and the power I have over him. The more 
I enjoy my life, the more it turns me on when John is 
suffering. I don't expect you to understand, but as an 
acquaintance of mine once said, power is the ultimate 
turn on, and I have learnt that he is right."

Barry still didn't really understand. But, he was 
fucking the most gorgeous woman he had ever met, and 
he was pretty sure he could make her his eventually, 
"well I hope you don't ever plan to treat me like 
that. I guess I'll have to keep my wits about me," he 
said offhandedly.

"Oh Barry, there's no chance of that: I don't love you 
do I? After all, you are only sex to me. And as they 
say, "you only hurt the ones you love," now enough of 
this analysing. Let's see what's getting hard again. 
Unless you think your mouth is as good as Johns?" Lucy 
mocked, Barry felt slightly deflated by her remarks, 
but still he rolled into her waiting arms, determined 
to please her.

Lucy didn't make it up to me that night. She said she 
was too tired. So I made her a late supper, which she 
didn't eat, and gave her a massage, which only made me 
horny and gave me a painful erection. But she did tell 
me she had plans for the coming Saturday that I might 
find enjoyable. It was the word "might" that I worried 
about.

I was on tenterhooks for the rest of the week. Lucy 
kept hinting that she had something special planed, 
but I had no way to know whether it was good or bad.

Saturday morning found us relaxing on the patio by the 
pool. We had had a late breakfast and I prepared a 
couple of steaks for lunch. I felt we were just like 
any other married couple, if I overlooked that I was 
locked in a cock cage. But I was determined to make 
the most of it and tried to be as happy as possible.

**

At about five o'clock, Lucy announced she wanted to 
play a game. I was nervous: this could turn out to be 
an amazing evening for me or a nightmare, I had no way 
of knowing which. I just had to put my trust in Lucy, 
after all she would never do anything to hurt me, 
would she?.

She led me into the house and told me to strip while 
she got herself ready. I was naked within a minute and 
waited with baited breath. I was somewhat disappointed 
when Lucy returned dressed normally. She was carrying 
a large box which she placed on the floor.

"Do you trust me John?" she asked.

"Of Course I do," I replied, wondering where this was 
going.

"Okay then. I want you to do everything I say. This is 
something I saw on the internet, and it made me soooo 
excited. I just couldn't wait to do it with the man I 
love"

Her words reassured me, and I allowed her to tie my 
hands behind my back, wrist to elbow. Then she had me 
stand on a small circular platform, which she had 
placed in our walk in cupboard, off the room that Lucy 
used as an office. The platform had a chrome post 
rising from the centre, about three feet high. Lucy 
used leather straps to secure my legs tight to the 
pole.

I must admit, even though I trusted Lucy implicitly, I 
was becoming worried. And it seemed with good reason 
as she pushed a small rubber bag into my mouth. She 
then inflated it by pumping a rubber bulb attached by 
a tube to the gag. Once inflated, it filled my mouth 
and stretched my jaws wide, I realised then, that it 
was too late to protest.

I was now mute and trapped as Lucy wrapped me in a 
black leather straightjacket, she buckled the many 
straps tight. I had to wonder where had she gotten 
these things from. She then moved round behind me and 
I felt her doing something to the pole to which I was 
attached, "stand on tiptoe," she told me. I had no 
idea what she had in mind, but I automatically did as 
she said. I tried to look over my shoulder, to see 
what she was doing. I felt something pushing between 
my buttocks and against my ass. I squirmed a bit to 
escape whatever it was but the object stayed fixed in 
position. 

I tried to gingerly lower myself down from my toes and 
immediately jumped back up: I felt whatever Lucy had 
placed there start to enter my ass. I was really 
worried about my situation now and tried to convey my 
fears to her. Lucy saw the alarm on my face and 
grinned wickedly. She gave me a hug and kissed my face 
before she squirted something from a tube into my 
ears. I panicked and shook my head madly but then I 
felt the substance swelling and setting hard. 

I could see Lucy's lips move as she spoke but I could 
only hear what seemed like a distant mumble. I was 
still trying to work out what this was all about when 
Lucy reached toward my face with something the same 
colour and material as the straightjacket. Two short 
tubes protruded from the centre and these Lucy 
inserted into my nose. Feeling very scared, I really 
did start to panic, but I was in no position to resist 
as she pulled, what I now realised was a hood, over my 
head. I struggled, trying to stop her but the probe 
again began to enter my ass, reminding me to stay 
still and up on my toes.

The hood was pulled tight and snug to my head and 
secured. My heartbeat pounded loud in my ears. I 
realised I could now hear nothing whatsoever from 
outside the hood. I was also completely blind. Soon I 
felt the tubes in my nose being moved about. I could 
no longer breathe through my mouth, and I had trouble 
convincing myself that Lucy wasn't going to block the 
tubes and smother me. Instead I found myself breathing 
in stale musky air, almost as though I had my head 
under the bed clothes where someone had had sex.

There was movement at my chest and suddenly I felt 
terrible pain in first one nipple then the other. 
While I was trying to come to terms with this new 
pain, and concentrating on staying on my toes, 
something was fitted tightly around my neck. My head 
was pulled back, roughly, so that my leather covered 
face pointed toward the ceiling. I could no longer 
move my head.

I was deaf, dumb and blind and immobile. And it seemed 
now, that I was also alone. I no longer felt or sensed 
any movement near me.

Lucy stepped back and admired her work. She had John 
helpless and isolated. The rigid posture collar kept 
his head strained up and back. Just for good measure 
she had attached a strap from the ring at the top of 
the helmet, down his back to his belt. This made it 
just about impossible for him to move at all. She 
shuddered as she looked at the vicious clamps that she 
had clipped to his nipples after opening the zips 
covering each of his breasts. 

She had tried them on her own nipples, and found she 
could withstand them for only a few seconds. John 
though, would have no choice but to endure the pain 
for as long as she desired. She could also see Johns 
calves trembling, she wondered how long it would be 
before his strength gave out and he impaled himself on 
the dildo. She hoped so much that he could last out 
until the her guests arrived: then they could watch 
his suffering together. 

She studied her husband in his own little world of 
torment. She felt a little guilty about what she was 
doing to him. When she had first seen the catalogue of 
adult toys on the internet, she had thought that maybe 
she and John could have some kinky fun, just the two 
of them. But the more she looked at the different 
products available, the more extreme her fantasies 
became and the more aroused she felt. Very soon the 
whole thing spiralled out of control. She began 
searching for the items she would need to torture John 
and attempt to satisfy her new craving.

Not so long ago she hated even the thought of causing 
hurt to her husband. Now, she was dedicated to 
enslaving him. She had a sexual need to cause him 
pain. The intensity of her orgasm seemed to be in 
direct proportion to his suffering. So she tried to 
find ever more painful and humiliating ways to torment 
him. She longed now to see his reaction when he at 
last realised what had been planned for him, how 
everything he'd had to endure had been part of a 
scheme to reduce him to a slave and a cuckold.

Lucy wondered how she had so easily been changed into 
the evil bitch she now was? But she dismissed the 
thought from her mind. There would be no turning back 
now. The future was set. She inspected her handiwork 
once more and with a satisfied smile she went to get 
changed for the party.

Lucy applied her lipstick and looked at her 
reflection. She was not a vain person, but she could 
see she was beautiful: her long red hair cascaded down 
over her shoulders, her eyes were shadowed green with 
just a touch of glitter and her full lips matched the 
colour of her hair. 

She had chosen John's favourite dress, silver gray 
satin clung to her body emphasising every curve, the 
neck line plunged to a "v" between her breasts, her 
nipples poked hard against the flimsy material. She 
would have preferred to wear a bra, but Stephen had 
forbidden her to ever wear one again without his 
permission. The dress finished just below the knee but 
a gapping slit in the front gave a tantalising glimpse 
of stocking covered thigh.

She made her way downstairs. She checked on John and 
was pleased to see that he was still on his toes 
although his legs were beginning to shake quite badly. 
She became aroused as she stared at him. She ran her 
hands over her breasts and down to her crotch. The 
contrast of John's suffering while she enjoyed every 
luxury made her giddy with pleasure. She forced 
herself to stop masturbating, there would no doubt be 
ample opportunity of release this evening.

Lynn and Amy had arrived a half hour ago and had 
prepared the food and drinks for the party. Lucy 
closed the doors to the cupboard just as the doorbell 
rang, the first guests had arrived.

"Are you sure he can't hear us?" Stephen asked Lucy as 
he inspected the bound form in the office closet. 
Along with Barry, who stood behind Lucy, and Lynn and 
Amy who were acting as hostesses to the other less 
privileged guests of the party, these five were the 
only people aware of John's current predicament.

"Oh yes. I tried the hood on myself and believe me, 
world war three could start in here and he wouldn't 
know a thing," Lucy replied as she proudly showed her 
boss the finer points of Johns bondage.

Stephen followed the tubes from Johns nose down to the 
box on the floor "what is the box for?" he jerked his 
chin toward the object.

"I'm quite proud of that," Lucy said "I've had Lynn, 
Amy and myself save our panties for the last week, we 
put them in the box so Johns air is filtered through 
them, you could say he's breathing our essence I 
suppose, but these I love!" she exclaimed proudly, 
pointing at the nipple clamps, they were lined with 
small teeth and bit down hard on Johns flesh. But it 
was the large brass hooks attached to the clamps that 
Lucy was so impressed with.

"Should you wish to hang your hat or coat somewhere 
this could be a very interesting place," she said. She 
reached into the cupboard and gathered up two of her 
unused handbags. She carefully hung them from the 
hooks attached to John's nipples. She was rewarded 
with a loud groan from under the leather hood. The 
extra pain also appeared too much for John. 

His legs were now shaking uncontrollably. Finally, his 
strength gave out and with an agonised moan he impaled 
himself upon the dildo. Lucy was ecstatic, she jumped 
up and down on her toes, clapping her hands in front 
of her face "Yea! Yea! Yea!" she exclaimed as she 
giggled like a young girl. Stephen smiled to see her 
so excited. 

She stretched forward and wrapped her hand around 
Johns limp cock, bringing forth another groan. Barry 
put his arms around her waist from behind, he was 
feeling slightly jealous of the attention Stephen, and 
now John, was getting.

Lucy leaned back into Barry's arms, happy and smiling 
she turned her head to kiss him. Stephen looked on, he 
decided he needed a minute alone with Lucy.

"Barry could you fetch us some drinks?" he interrupted 
the two lovers.

"Of course," Barry replied. Reluctantly he released 
Lucy and taking their glasses he left the room.

"You and young Cooper seem to be very cosy my love," 
Stephen said when they were alone.

"Oh, you mean Barry. I rather think he's in love with 
me," she said. She wondered if Stephen was maybe a 
little jealous, but decided he probably wasn't: after 
all, he knew he could have her do whatever he wanted, 
whenever he wanted her to. No, he wasn't jealous, just 
possessive. 

"And are you in love with him?" he asked her.

"Oh god no. He's just a bit of fun," she said laughing 
"you never fuck me, and with John locked up the way he 
is there's only so much pleasure a woman can get from 
her fingers. Barry was just convenient. If it wasn't 
him, I suppose I would have found another young cock 
somewhere."

"I see. Well, just you be careful you don't get too 
involved and remember where your priorities lie," he 
advised her.

"You know you always come first Stephen," she heeded 
his warning and was now looking at him seriously.

"Do I? And does that include your husband?" he asked.

Lucy thought for a few moments before she answered "I 
love John dearly, more than anything else I could 
think of. You on the other hand," she shrugged and 
looked away "you, I don't think I even like. And I 
don't like what I've become, what you've turned me 
into. But," she turned back and stared hard into his 
cold eyes "But you are my drug, you have me hooked. If 
you told me to leave John or dispose of him, I 
wouldn't like it, but I would do in a heartbeat. As 
you made clear to me before. You own me, I'm yours."

Stephen didn't answer, he didn't need to,. He knew she 
spoke the truth. She was within his power and as if to 
prove it he casually unzipped his fly. Lucy, like an 
automation, sank to her knees and lovingly took him 
into her mouth.

Lucy was on her knees, cleaning Stephen with her mouth 
after swallowing his sperm as Barry returned with 
their drinks. She stood, and taking a glass, gulped 
her wine. Stephen zipped up his pants and with one 
last look at Lucy he imperiously left the room, 
completely ignoring Barry who was offering him a 
drink. Barry was jealous of what he had just seen and 
looked at Lucy like a scolded puppy.

"Don't be upset," she told him as she stroked his face 
"he's marking his territory, showing us both who's in 
charge. He's just letting you know that even though 
you may be fucking me he could have me anyway he 
wants," Lucy's words made Barry feel even worse.

**

People started leaving the party around midnight and 
eventually Lucy was alone with Barry.

"Come with me. I want sex," she said and led him by 
the hand to the office.

"Why don't I stay the night?" Barry asked as they 
kissed and began undressing each other just a few feet 
from Lucy's suffering husband.

"You can't. I'm spending the night with John. But 
first I want you to cum inside me," she told him as 
she reached under her dress and pulled her panties 
down.

"You want it here, in front of him?" Barry kept 
looking at the leather clad man. He was uncomfortable 
here: it was one thing having sex with another man's 
wife, but quite another doing it right in front of 
him, even if the poor bastard was totally oblivious.

"That's the whole point," she declared.

Barry let himself out, slamming the door behind him. 
He had just had sex with Lucy, he knew she had used 
him: the kinky bitch just wanted to fuck somebody in 
front of her unaware husband. She didn't care who it 
was with, she just wanted a cock. He had fucked her 
and then been dismissed, he felt like an object. 
'Well!, fuck her, I don't need her', he thought. But 
by the time he had started his car he was wondering 
jealously what she was doing with John, he missed her 
already.

Lucy balled up her discarded panties and pushed them 
into her pussy, she wanted to save every drop of 
Barry's sperm inside her. She had to order him to 
leave as she wanted time with John. Barry didn't like 
it though "oh well, he'll get over it, "she thought as 
she faced her husband.

Lucy removed the posture collar and slid the dildo 
from John's ass, she smiled at the groan of relief she 
heard. She unhooked the various things that she and 
her special guests had hung from Johns nipples 
throughout the evening. He staggered and almost fell 
when she released his legs. She had to help him to a 
chair.

When she removed the hood and earplugs John blinked 
against the light and looked around in confusion.

"It's Okay darling, you did so well, I'm so proud of 
you. Come on lets go upstairs."

Still bound and gagged, John was led on unsteady legs 
to Lucy's bedroom. She laid him on his back on the 
floor at the foot of her bed. She stroked his face 
tenderly "I'm going to remove the gag now, but you 
must promise not to speak unless I tell you to, is 
that clear?" she warned.

John nodded frantically. He was nervous of what Lucy 
might do to him next. He was scared and didn't want to 
be hurt anymore.

Lucy spoke, giving him instructions as she released 
the air in the gag" you are going to lick me now, then 
you can sleep right here where you are. If you behave 
I'll release you in the morning. And if you really 
please me I may let you fuck me"

The rubber bag was pulled from John's mouth, he sucked 
in air and worked the cramps from his jaw as Lucy 
pulled the wadded up panties from her pussy. She knelt 
astride his head and lowered herself upon his face.

I didn't know whether I was in heaven or hell. I had 
spent, I don't know how long in isolation and pain. 
When agony then shot through my tortured nipples I 
finally gave up. But I hadn't been prepared for the 
searing pain, as what I assume was some sort of dildo, 
split my ass.

As much as it hurt, that pain started to ease after a 
while. But my nipples were in constant agony. But even 
that pain I began to welcome:, as each time Lucy hurt 
me, I then knew I wasn't alone. Being isolated, with 
no way of knowing whether I had been deserted, was so 
much worse.

Now I found myself at the foot of Lucy's bed. I was 
exhausted, but still I licked and sucked Lucy the best 
I knew how "god she was so wet", I thought, my mouth 
was flooded immediately she fed me her pussy. In a 
strange way, I was proud of myself that I had pleased 
her, even though I knew I had no choice. Now I was 
being afforded the honour of licking her, with the 
promise of release tomorrow.


Part Five: Humiliation

I awoke before Lucy the next morning. I'd had a bad 
night and was still very tired. I ached everywhere. 
Mindful of Lucy's instructions I stayed quiet. I 
struggled to a sitting position and waited until she 
woke thirty minutes later.

"Good morning darling," she said as she climbed from 
her bed. She helped me to my feet and led me to the 
bathroom. At last she freed me and still keeping 
silent I worked life back into my arms. Lucy had slept 
naked and despite my aches and pains, I couldn't stop 
admiring her beautiful body. She pulled me into the 
shower and instructed me to wash her. I soaped and 
cleaned her lovingly: licking and kissing every part 
of her. 

"Would you like to fuck me?" she asked as I towelled 
her dry.

"Oh god yes please," there was nothing I would like 
more.

"I think we should fuck each other," she said. I 
didn't understand what she meant, but I followed her 
obediently to the bedroom.

We kissed and caressed one another, then found 
ourselves lying on the floor in each other's arms. I 
wondered when she would remove my cock cage, but I 
didn't want to spoil the moment by asking.

She told me to get on my hands and knees. I complied 
and she knelt beside me and pushed my head down gently 
to rest on the floor. I held my position as she took 
something from a bag on the bed. I jumped as she 
rubbed cold lubricant onto my ass, working a finger 
inside. I finally realised what she intended and began 
to panic, "No Lucy please not again," I pleaded. She 
leaned over so her face was level with mine, she 
grinned "don't worry, it'll be fun."

"But it hurts Lucy. Can't we make love like normal... 
please?"

"But I want to fuck you John. How many times have you 
wanted to put it in my ass, hey?" she said as she 
picked up an ugly looking dildo.

"I know, but you never let me, did you?" I argued.

"Okay. If you really don't want to perhaps we should 
call it all off," she said pulling away.

"But you said you would take my cage off today," I 
sulked.

"Oh, for god's sake John, you want it all ways. Don't 
you think you're being a bit selfish. If you really 
want you're cock free for an hour you have to earn 
it," she said coldly. She pushed my head down again, 
this time roughly. I groaned loud as Lucy suddenly and 
without warning pushed the dildo into my ass.

"Oh god, oh god, it hurts," I cried. But I made no 
move to stop her, and in truth it didn't hurt as much 
as I had anticipated. Lucy began to work the dildo in 
and out, and the pain eased and soon vanished 
completely, eventually it started to feel quite 
pleasant. Lucy had one hand resting on the small of my 
back and my hips were rocking to the rhythm of her 
thrusts. I then realised I was actually pushing myself 
back to meet her hand and I understood why some people 
enjoyed being taken in the ass.

I was lost in the moment, perversely enjoying being 
penetrated when Lucy took my hand and placed it 
between her thighs. I buried my fingers into her 
wetness. She pushed into my ass as she rode my hand. 
Then with a long moan she released the dildo and 
collapsed to the floor gasping in climax. She clutched 
my wrist to hold my hand hard against her.

I knelt with my head still on the floor. The dildo 
poking out of me as Lucy caught her breath.

"God I enjoyed that," she breathed "I need another 
shower now "

She stood and looked down on me, "I really need to 
rest for a while John, but I promise you, we can make 
love this afternoon. In the meantime, I must say it 
really turns me on to see you with that cock in your 
ass. You can play with it if you want, you know, keep 
us both in the mood," she told me and left the room.

I felt so humiliated, but at the same time I was very 
frustrated. I knew I would gain no satisfaction until 
Lucy released my cock. Hoping to please her, but with 
shame, I reached behind me and slowly worked the dildo 
into my ass.

**

"Oh my! You really do like it!"

I jumped at the sound of Lucy's voice, she looked at 
me from the doorway. I thought I would die with 
embarrassment. I pressed my face to the floor in 
shame," god, how could I face her like this" I 
thought, I pulled the dildo from my ass and dropped it 
on the floor. I got to my feet but kept my head down 
so Lucy couldn't see the tears in my eyes.

"I hope you are not going to leave that disgusting 
thing there" she admonished.

I picked up the dildo and hurried from the room. I 
could hear her mocking laughter until I shut the door 
to my room.

I didn't expect my cock to be freed after what had 
happened, but later that evening as I watched TV Lucy 
entered the lounge wearing just a transparent 
negligee. Without speaking, she knelt before me and 
unlocked the cage. I was still grumpy with her but my 
liberated penis betrayed me and sprang to attention. 
Lucy lowered her head and briefly took me into her 
mouth.

With her head still at my crotch she looked up at me 
"Would you like to fuck my mouth or my pussy?" she 
asked in a husky voice.

"How about your ass?" I answered sarcastically.

"Don't start John, I'm trying to make up to you here," 
she said sternly, sitting back on her haunches.

I felt humbled " I'm sorry Luce, you're not to blame" 
I mumbled.

She smiled "so what's it to be?" she ran her tongue 
slowly over her red lips.

I recalled how wonderful her mouth felt the last time 
she had sucked me.

"Please suck me?" I begged her.

It was even better than I remembered. I again wondered 
where she had learned to suck cock so good. I tried to 
make it last as long as I could. But after only a 
couple minutes I filled her mouth with my sperm. Still 
on her knees, she reached up to my neck to pull me 
down and kissed me. I felt her transferring my cum to 
my mouth. My first instinct was to pull away, but how 
could I expect Lucy to swallow, if I wouldn't do it 
myself.

She stood and stretched "I need my bed," she declared 
"oh I almost forgot. Lynn will be moving into the 
annex tomorrow. I told her you would help her move, so 
don't worry about going to work in the morning. I'll 
make your excuses," she informed me. I was still in a 
fog after my climax. She bent down to kiss me and 
swaying her ass sexily as she walked from the room, 
she went to bed.

I thought about what she had said. I didn't feel 
comfortable about Lynn being here twenty four seven, 
but I knew it would be pointless to argue. I was also 
preoccupied by my failure to make my time with Lucy 
last longer.

But at least I was now free of the cock cage.

As it transpired, moving Lynn wasn't so bad. She had a 
couple friends to help her, so once all the heavy 
lifting was done I was dismissed to do my normal 
chores.

The only down side was Lucy locking me into chastity 
again. I tried to protest, but she was so cheerful and 
loving as she fitted the cage, I stood and allowed it 
to happen again.

**

That evening Lucy came home from work in high spirits 
"I bought us a present," she announced excitedly.

"What is it?" I asked, equally excited.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me 
softly "dinner first," she whispered.

I prepared dinner as Lucy showered and changed. I was 
preoccupied as to what Lucy had bought. After we had 
eaten, I cleared and washed the dishes while Lucy went 
to prepare her surprise. I was waiting in the lounge 
with a bottle of wine and two glasses when she 
returned.

"Take your clothes off and lay on the floor," she said 
peeping around the lounge door.

I was immediately excited at the thought that we might 
make love again so I did as she said.

"Lay on your side and close your eyes," was her next 
command.

I obeyed, but in the darkness I began to fear that 
this might be another of her games where I would be 
hurt or humiliated. I felt her lay behind me, her arms 
encircled my neck as she held me and kissed my back.

I reached behind me to stroke her naked hip and felt a 
belt - why would she wear a belt? the answer soon came 
to me as she pressed herself against my ass. Surely I 
must be wrong? I turned my head to check and saw the 
huge strap on dildo belted to her hips.

"Oh no Lucy, please not that?" I was scared, I knew 
how much it might hurt.

"It's Okay, you will love it" she cooed in my ear, she 
was clearly excited.

"But it hurts. Please don't?" I could feel tears 
forming in my eyes, I didn't know if it was from 
humiliation or fear of the upcoming pain.

"It won't hurt for long and the more we do it the 
easier it will be," she was breathless as she 
positioned the head of the strap on cock against my 
ass and gradually started pushing. 

"Oh god please don't hurt me please?" I whined. I 
sounded pathetic, even to my own ears.

Lucy was biting and licking my ear as she pushed 
against me harder. She was so excited. It was clear 
she wouldn't be dissuaded. It was going to happen 
regardless of anything I said. I could feel the dildo 
forcing me open, and then begin to enter me.

"Oh Christ no Lucy it's too big," I gasped. It really 
did hurt. It was much bigger than the dildo she'd used 
the previous evening. I was in genuine fear that I 
would be torn open. But despite everything I made no 
effort to resist.

My ass and my insides felt so completely filled. My 
eyes and fists were clenched tight as Lucy began to 
leisurely fuck me. She whispered words of 
encouragement lovingly in my ear. After a while the 
pain began to subside and again it started to become 
even pleasurable. Nevertheless, with each thrust of 
Lucy's hips I felt a small part of my masculinity 
being torn away.

As Lucy fucked me she grew more excited and increased 
her pace. Despite the humiliation I was feeling, I 
actually began to enjoy it. Soon I was so excited I 
found I was pushing back against Lucy's thrusts with 
enthusiasm.

It was a strange sensation- being taken in this way. I 
was brought to the very edge of orgasm, but no matter 
how hard I tried I couldn't reach a climax. This was 
made even more frustrating by Lucy constantly playing 
with my imprisoned penis, as well as kissing, nibbling 
and nipping my neck, face and nipples. I was also hard 
as a rock and in quite some pain as my penis had no 
room to expand.

After some time Lucy withdrew completely, leaving me 
feeling empty and frustrated. But I had no time to 
dwell on that as she pushed me onto my back and 
straddled my chest.

For one horrid moment I thought she was going to force 
me to lick clean her dildo. Instead, she scooted up to 
my face and sank her hot pussy over my mouth. I didn't 
need any instructions. I clasped her hips and fed on 
her like a starving man.

Lucy lay recovering from a powerful orgasm. I had a 
feeling of pride that it was I, who provided the means 
to her obviously overwhelming climax, but at the same 
time I was deflated. It was clear I would not be 
receiving the same favour.

So I spent yet another night aroused as hell but not 
permitted any relief.

Lucy used her strap-on just about every day after that 
first time. She even purchased dildos in various 
shapes and sizes. I don't know what pleasure she got 
from fucking me, but it was obvious she grew more 
excited the more she humiliated or hurt me. I myself, 
became accustomed to being used as an object of my 
wife's lust. But I felt degraded and humiliated, 
especially as she had me explain the merits of 
individual dildos- she even had me choose my 
favourite. She really got into her fantasy and had me 
beg to be fucked. She even had me kneel and suck her 
dildo as if it were a real penis. And all the time she 
would verbally abuse me "yes that's right baby, suck 
my cock", "take it you slut, you're my bitch now", but 
in spite of everything I had to endure, I took 
pleasure from the fact that I was making her happy.

Lucy would always ensure she finished with an orgasm 
for herself, but she refused to allow me to climax: 
claiming it made her "sooo excited" to think of me 
constantly aroused.

I sulked about it often, but this just seemed to make 
Lucy even more excited. It was as if she wanted me 
subdued and submissive to her. But I refused to 
believe my own intuition and lived in denial, after 
all Lucy loved me. And I was convinced she would never 
do anything to harm me.

**

The following weekend Lucy casually announced I was to 
receive my second official punishment. I was shocked. 
I asked what I'd done to deserve being punished again. 
But she just said it was an accumulation of things and 
refused to discuss it any further.

I fretted all day, wondering what I'd done wrong. But 
bizarrely I never once considered refusing the 
punishment, or Lucy's right to administer it.

At seven o'clock that evening I knocked on the door to 
Lucy's office as instructed, and waited, since Lucy 
had had the room which was once my den as her office I 
was no longer permitted to enter without her 
permission. Even when I cleaned the office I had to be 
supervised by Lynn "there are too many confidential 
and sensitive files in here," Lucy had told me.

She opened the door smiling. I could see that she was 
a bit drunk. She walked back into her office, I 
followed behind. She turned to me and twirled her 
finger to signal that I should turn around so she 
could tie my hands, wrist to elbows, I meekly 
complied.

When she had me helpless she undid my pants and pulled 
them and my shorts down, she stripped me from the 
waist down. Then she tied a short rope hobble between 
my ankles. Still on her knee, she couldn't resist 
playing with my penis, she was grinning in triumph as 
I groaned in discomfort when I grew hard.

She jumped to her feet and stumbled- she was more 
drunk than I thought. I hoped this would not make 
things worse for me.

"I'm so looking forward to this," she said stroking my 
cheek as if we were sharing a special treat. She 
kissed my lips and went to her desk.

Suddenly the doorbell rang. Lucy tuttered and sighed 
and went to see who it was. I had no choice but to 
stand waiting, with my erection standing out lewdly.

I could hear talking but couldn't make out the words. 
Then I was mortified as I heard voices approaching. 
Surely Lucy wouldn't bring somebody else in here- with 
me like this. I tried to hide, but hobbled as I was I 
could only take tiny steps. Lucy suddenly grabbed my 
arm and spun me round. I was so humiliated to discover 
Amy looking wide eyed at me, biting her thumb trying 
not to laugh.

"I thought Amy might like to join us," Lucy told me. 
She patted my cheek as she passed me on her way to her 
desk.

"Lucy please not this?" I implored her.

"Oh don't be shy, she's already seen everything you've 
got" she mocked me.

"But not like this! please Lucy don't?" I pleaded. I 
looked back and forth at Amy grinning and Lucy who 
approached me with a length of rope.

"Oh do shut up," she said as if I was an annoying 
child.

She looped the rope around my neck and pulled me 
toward the lounge, giggling as she almost stumbled 
again. I hurried along behind her, fearful that I 
might fall or be choked. My face burned with shame as 
I stood trying to ignore Amy's presence. Lucy went to 
the kitchen and returned with two of the hateful 
wooden spoons, she handed one to Amy and told her to 
sit on the sofa. Lucy sat in a chair opposite.

"John come and stand in the middle," she commanded, 
waving the spoon toward the spot where she wanted me.

"Come on Lucy please?" I tried again, though I knew I 
was wasting my time.

I yelped and jumped as Lucy stretched forward and 
slashed my naked ass twice, hard.

"That's one for speaking without permission and one 
for not doing as I tell you. Now would you like to try 
for a third?" she said holding the spoon in readiness.

I realised I was in a no win situation. So, with my 
ass burning I had no option but to waddle to the 
centre of the room.

"Now, this is how we play the game," Lucy explained 
"Amy and I will ask questions and you, John, will 
answer them, but if you answer incorrectly you receive 
one stroke. There simple. Okay, I'll begin...John have 
you ever cheated on me?"

"Yes you know I have - with Amy. Look I don't... OW!"

I didn't finish as Lucy swatted my ass painfully.

"Christ, what was that for? OWW!" I cried out as she 
slashed me again.

"Just answer the question," she said.

I knew it would be pointless to protest, so I decided 
it would be best if I played along with her stupid 
game, "I'm... I'm sorry, yes, the answer is yes."

"Okay. That's better, now did you enjoy fucking Amy?"

"er erm no," I stuttered.

WHACK. I squealed as Amy struck my poor ass. It was 
obviously the wrong answer.

"Yes, I mean yes," I corrected myself quickly.

WHACK. This time from Lucy.

"Ooow what am I supposed to say, just tell me, 
please?" I was squirming, trying to escape the pain.

WHACK. "Only speak to answer the questions," Lucy told 
me again, "Who's better? Amy or me?" she continued. I 
could start to feel tears in my eyes.

"Y-you are," I said, fearful that I would give another 
wrong answer.

WHACK. From Amy "so I'm no good, is that what you're 
saying?" she laughed as she said it.

"No."

WHACK!

"Yes I mean you are good. But I love Lucy," I was 
getting so confused. I was starting to panic.

WHACK!

"You don't love me then?" Amy pouted.

"No," I said in defeat. I knew whatever answer I gave 
would be wrong to one of them.

WHACK!

"Which of us is the most attractive?" Amy asked.

Resigned to being wrong now, my body slumped and I 
told the truth" my wife."

WHACK!

"Would you like to have sex with Amy again?" Lucy 
asked.

"No I love you," I was looking into her eyes, trying 
to covey how serious I was.

WHACK! I cringed as Amy swatted me.

"What if I told you to have sex with her, would you?" 
Lucy said, also serious. I knew there was no way out 
of this situation. One of them would strike me no 
matter what I said.

"No, please Lucy, no more," I pleaded. I was defeated, 
I was tied helpless, I had a drunk wife and a cruel 
secretary who seemed to want nothing more than to hurt 
and humiliate me. I just gave up.

WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK!

They both lashed out at me. I could take no more. I 
collapsed to my knees I was crying openly, "P-please 
luc, ma'am, please stop, it hurts so much. Please, 
it's not a game, it hurts. Please have pity," I was 
begging desperately between sobs.

It appeared as if Lucy came to her senses. She stopped 
hitting me and dropped her spoon to the floor. "Maybe 
you're right. Perhaps we should take this more 
seriously and just punish you properly. How many 
strokes do you think you deserve, hey?" she appeared 
both angry and contrite.

I looked at her from my position on my knees, through 
my tears I asked "H-how many? How the hell would I 
know? I don't even know what I've done wrong," I said, 
I was angry now, though there was little I could do 
about it.

I was looking at Lucy, but it was Amy who answered and 
when she spoke, she spoke to Lucy.

"Do you need a reason to punish him? I for one, 
thought it was fun," she had a devilish smile on her 
face, it was obvious she was enjoying herself.

Lucy slowly nodded, thinking.

"That's right, it was fun. Why shouldn't I have fun 
when I want to. Why should I need a reason to have 
fun." 

So there it was, it was now in the open. I was being 
punished for their enjoyment and nothing more, but 
bizarrely I felt this was Okay. I even felt slightly 
glad that I hadn't done anything wrong after all. It 
wasn't my fault I was being punished and with these 
thoughts I looked up at Lucy.

"If you really want to punish me Lucy, then please 
just get it over with," I was exasperated. I wanted an 
end to it now. If my wife, who had fucked me, spanked 
me and humiliated me wanted to fulfill her kinky 
desires who was I to deny her?

Lucy stood up, looking suddenly sober and took me by 
the arm. She pulled me to my feet and led me to the 
table. She positioned me facing the table and then 
pushed the back of my head down so I was bent over. I 
turned my head and rested my cheek against the 
surface. I didn't resist, I was resigned. I knew this 
was going to hurt so much, but I was determined to 
bare it for the woman I loved.

Lucy grabbed my hair and lifting my head. She looped 
her belt around my neck and pulled it snug, then tied 
the end to the leg of the table, holding me down. I 
could no longer resist even should I want to.

Lucy and Amy stood, one either side of me and began 
the punishment. They struck me at will, covering my 
ass and thighs with burning pain. I writhed and yelled 
in agony, but, with pride, I never begged them to 
stop.

I don't know how many strokes I received, all I could 
think of was the pain. Then I groaned in greater agony 
and felt I would pass out as a couple of strokes 
landed on my balls, sending aching pain deep into my 
body. My world now consisted only of a red mist of 
mind numbing agony. I could no longer distinguish 
between individual strokes as they merged into one 
mass of pain.

I hadn't even realised the punishment had stopped 
until my head was yanked back by my hair and Lucy 
spoke in my ear" I said have you had enough?" she 
growled.

It took me a few seconds to understand her, "Oh umm 
I... I yes please stop," I was rambling. I really had 
no idea what I was saying.

"Have you learned your lesson?" she asked.

"Yes, oh God yes. Please I'll be good. I'll try so 
hard to be good," once I realised they had stopped 
spanking me I wanted to say anything to stop more 
pain, anything to please them.

"I know you will. But you still have to apologise to 
Amy, don't you?" Lucy said.

"Yes yes, I'm sorry Amy, please forgive me. I promise 
to behave," I had no idea what we talking about, I 
just agreed with whatever was said.

I lay on the table as the pain washed over me. My ass 
and legs were burning, but my balls were worse. I was 
feeling physically sick and had to control myself so 
as not to throw up. I deeply suspected that vomit on 
the table would bring about more punishment.

I must have been left there for some time because the 
pain was becoming bearable. Then I jumped as I felt 
hands grab my ass and pull my buttocks apart. I lay 
inert as I felt the familiar head of Lucy's dildo 
pressing against my rectum. 

I guessed my ass had become stretched by Lucy's use of 
her dildos: because she managed to drill into me with 
no resistance and very little pain. She slowly abused 
me yet again.

I was already suffering too much to enjoy Lucy's 
efforts. But then, I don't suppose my feelings 
mattered. She leaned over me and whispered in my ear 
"I might have Amy fuck you sometime while you lick me, 
mmmm... that might be nice," Despite all my suffering 
the picture in my mind that Lucy had suggested excited 
me.

After a while I felt Lucy push into me hard and stay 
there. She was doing something as she pressed against 
me. Then she stepped away, leaving the dildo buried 
deep inside me. She had undone the harness holding the 
strap on to her hips. She untied the belt holding me 
to the table and pulled me upright. 

She led me to the sofa, where she sat and pulled me to 
my knees at her feet. I offered no resistance. She 
looked at me with a lustful smile on her face. She 
then spread her thighs and using the belt around my 
neck pulled me toward her. I knew what was required 
and I buried my face into her crotch and began 
licking.

I brought her to two orgasms before she allowed me to 
stop. She pushed me away and purred in a dreamy way as 
she caught her breath. I knelt obediently at her feet.

**

I was punished twice more that week. Not as severely 
as before, but both times I was laid over Lucy's lap 
as she spanked me, taking her time. Each time I spent 
the best part of an hour receiving slap after slap. I 
silently thanked god she didn't use the spoon again. 
Even so, my bottom and thighs were agony. Lucy 
experimented and found she could make it all the more 
painful for me and fun for her if she dug her long 
finger nails into the soft flesh of my thighs and 
scratched the skin as she slapped.

She never made any pretense that I was being punished 
for anything other than her amusement and pleasure.

I knew that there were some people who found it 
sexually exciting by this sort of thing. I guessed 
Lucy might have discovered she was one of them. So I 
took the pain, I took the humiliation and I took her 
dildo in my ass because of my love for her.


Part Six: Party

Over the following days things subtly changed, roles 
became defined. It was clear my job now came second to 
my duties at home. I did all the household chores. 
Whereas Lynn previously supervised and on the odd 
occasion helped me, she was now completely in control 
of me whenever Lucy wasn't at home. Lucy no longer 
gave me instructions as to what she wanted doing 
around the house. All orders were now conveyed through 
Lynn, and orders they undoubtedly were. I might still 
have been a joint owner of our house but I had no 
illusions as to who was in command and what my 
position now was.

Lucy no longer consulted me on any decision, whether 
trivial or important. If she was working late or 
staying the night at an hotel or such, she informed 
Lynn and she would pass on a message to me. 

Next, my door key was taken from me: Lynn lost hers 
and it was decided that I should give her mine, at 
least until another could be obtained, but that never 
seemed to happen. So I now had to rely on Lucy or Lynn 
to allow me entry to my own home. I tried a few times 
to resist their authority about something or other, 
but Lucy always seemed to have a winning argument as 
to why I should obey.

Lucy also used me sexually whenever she desired. She 
used her dildos on me most days and I would always 
lick her to orgasm at the end of any session. I was 
never allowed to cum and the subject was never raised 
by Lucy. I never asked for an orgasm, or to be freed 
from chastity. I was terrified of giving her an excuse 
to punish me. 

Because of my failure in my career and my inability to 
be faithful to my wife, I became no more than a 
servant in my own house. But even so I was happy in a 
strange way. I loved Lucy and she loved me. She 
provided for me and we cared for each other. The only 
times Lucy was cruel or spiteful to me was when we 
indulged in sexual activities. 

I soon came to understand that Lucy had found a 
dominant side to her personality and she was 
expressing it through her treatment of me. If she felt 
this was what she needed, who was I to tell her what 
she should like or dislike. If being spanked or 
penetrated by my wife kept my marriage safe I could 
handle that.

I lived in constant hope that I would have my chastity 
device removed sometime soon. Lucy promised me that I 
was slowly gaining her trust and yes, I would indeed 
be free to love her as a normal husband.

Until that time I satisfied her mostly with my mouth, 
licking and sucking her lovingly. After all, with my 
manhood locked away, Lucy was also going without 
proper sex. 

**

Some weeks later Lucy decided to host a party. It was 
mainly because she had to entertain some Italian 
clients to finalise a deal which would earn the firm a 
huge contract.

I had no idea who, or how many people were invited, 
but I spent a lot of time and effort preparing 
everything to Lucy's satisfaction, all under Lynn's 
supervision of course.

Friday evening, the night of the party, Lucy was 
buzzing around ensuring all the small details were 
taken care of. I, of course was kept busy and just as 
everything appeared to be ready and we were all about 
to prepare ourselves Lucy approached me.

"John, Stephen and our clients will be arriving in 
Stephens car and I agreed that you would drive them 
home after the party, so it would be just as well if 
you didn't drink, Okay." 

She was terse and she left no room for argument, I 
supposed she was a little stressed so I decided not to 
make an issue of it.

The party was going along fine. Everybody seemed to be 
happy and having a good time. Lucy had invited around 
thirty guests, mostly friends and colleagues, and some 
of her favoured clients. I felt slightly jealous as 
Lynn and Amy had also invited a handful of their 
friends. I recognised a few people from work, but I 
appeared to be the only person at the party without a 
particular friend.

Nevertheless I was enjoying myself. For the first hour 
or so Lucy and I were just like your normal married 
couple, she clung to my arm as we mingled and it was 
as if she had turned back the clock a few months. I 
felt proud, having such a beautiful wife to show off 
to everyone.

Around nine thirty a smooth looking, tanned man of 
around thirty years old approached us. He was very 
good looking and I immediately took a dislike to him.

He shook my hand and introduced himself "hello, you 
must be John. I'm Mario. I've heard all about you," he 
said in a thick Italian accent. He was very charming 
and I could see that Lucy liked him. That made me like 
him even less.

After a few minutes of polite conversation between the 
three of us I was called away by somebody needing ice 
from the kitchen. When I returned Lucy and Mario were 
still talking. I thought they must be discussing 
business. I thought it best to give them some privacy, 
so I tried to mingle with the other guests.

You have a beautiful house Lucy," Mario said.

"Why thank you Mario," she replied. She liked Mario, 
she could easily fancy him. But her main concern this 
evening was the fact he was a client who could earn 
her a huge bonus.

"But I think not as beautiful as you," he said leaning 
in closer.

Lucy smiled at the compliment "and I think you are a 
flatterer," she said

"Your husband is a very lucky man" he said gesturing 
toward John with the hand which held his whiskey 
glass, "but If I were him, I would not leave your 
side. I think, maybe I would be jealous with so many 
other men here," he now ran his other hand down her 
back to rest upon her ass.

"John and I trust one another. Besides we have a 
special understanding," Lucy made no move to avoid 
Mario's questing hand.

"You do?" he asked as his fingers slid slowly between 
her buttocks.

"Yes we do" she said as she turned to face Mario, 
"John does exactly what I tell him and I do whatever I 
want" she smiled.

"I'm happy to hear that" he whispered as he moved 
closer to Lucy, their lips were just a few inches 
apart "I was hoping to experience your special 
negotiating skills that Stephen has told me about"

"We'll talk business later Mario, and I promise you, 
you will have never been negotiated like you will be 
tonight" she said huskily, pushing her breasts against 
Mario's chest.

"I hope you aren't going to monopolise our lovely 
hostess all night?" a voice interrupted them.

"Oh Stephen are you jealous?" Lucy said, moving apart 
from Mario. She turned to face Stephen "We were just 
talking shop," she kissed his cheek and playfully ran 
her hand over his crotch.

"Oh no, I'm never jealous. I just need some 
information. Tell me Lucy, who is that lovely creature 
over there?" he asked pointing with a jerk of his 
chin.

Lucy followed Stephens gaze. "That's Lynn, she's my 
housekeeper," she told him.

"I thought your husband was condemned to cleaning the 
house," he said and turned to look at her again.

"Yes that's correct," she replied and then smiled 
"perhaps a more accurate job description for Lynn 
would be slave trainer."

Stephen smiled knowingly. "I see. I was thinking, 
maybe it would be entertaining to watch a little show, 
you and Lynn together perhaps?" he said.

Lucy laughed loud "well, you really get straight to 
the point... hmm... maybe. But I might have a better 
idea, why don't you make your way to my bedroom in ten 
minutes and I'll see what I can arrange," she said.

"Am I invited? "Mario asked.

"I'm afraid not this time Mario. But don't worry, I 
promise you won't leave here tonight disappointed," 
she kissed him lightly, letting her tongue run along 
his lips. He responded by caressing her ass.

"Oh Lucy, you made me jump. Is everything alright?" 
Lynn said when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"Yes everything's perfect. Tell me Lynn, what do you 
think of Amy?"

Lynn looked over to where the dark haired woman was 
talking to Barry.

"Amy? she's lovely, why?" she shrugged, puzzled as to 
why Lucy was asking.

"Do you fancy her?" Lucy asked.

"Why would I fancy her? why do you want to know?" Lynn 
said. She was concerned as to where this conversation 
was going.

"Oh come on Lynn, it's a simple enough question: do 
you fancy her?" Lucy pressed.

Lynn sipped her wine "of course I fancy her, wouldn't 
anyone?" it was no secret that Lynn was gay.

Lucy stroked Lynn's arm to reassure her. Although she 
continually told herself she didn't fancy women she 
had wondered what it would be like to take the young 
woman to bed, she fully intended to find out in the 
near future.

"Yes I supposed so," she replied, briefly picturing 
those times she had gasped in pleasure under Amy's 
ministrations. "Look, I don't really have time to beat 
around the bush so I'll speak straight. Stephen, my 
boss" she continued, nodding toward where he was 
talking to Mario "he's expressed a desire to watch two 
women making out, and he particularly likes you."

"How nice for him," Lynn said sarcastically. Then 
turning to Lucy added more friendly, "The thing is 
Lucy... Well, I'd jump at the chance of going with 
Amy, but I certainly don't want an audience."

"I can perfectly understand your reservations Lynn. 
But please, you must realise, he's very important to 
me, and so he's very important to you. I like to keep 
him happy, and if Stephen's happy, I'm happy. Of 
course, there would be a substantial reward for both 
of us," Lucy explained.

Lynn wasn't sure whether to feel insulted or not. 
Being offered money for sex like that smacked of 
prostitution. But surely, Lucy wouldn't get her into 
anything untoward would she? She really liked Lucy, 
she had in fact often fantasized about seducing the 
sexy redhead, and she certainly didn't want to 
jeopardize the ridiculously excessive wage she got for 
doing such a fantastic job. She couldn't afford to 
fall out with Lucy, and would it really hurt if she 
agreed? maybe she could just pretend she was alone 
with Amy, after all it would only be one old man... 
Okay, I'll do it, she thought.

"Okay I'll do it," she said.

"Wonderful. I knew I could count on you Lynn. Just 
give me one minute, I'll be back," Lucy was overjoyed.

"Just so you know," Lynn caught Lucy's arm before she 
could move away "I'm not doing this for him or the 
money, I'm doing this for you," Lynn told her. Lucy 
felt genuinely touched. She turned toward Lynn, she 
smiled and hugged her tightly, then she kissed her on 
the mouth softly and lingeringly.

"Thank you Lynn, that really means a lot to me," she 
said huskily. She turned to go but Lynn stopped her 
again.

"What if Amy says no? what if she doesn't want me?" 
she asked.

"Don't worry about Amy," Lucy told her as she stroked 
Lynn's face tenderly. "She'll do as she's told... 
haven't you noticed? just give Amy an order, tell her 
to make coffee or something and her panties become 
damp," she turned to go again but again Lynn stopped 
her.

"Does this make me a prostitute Lucy?" she asked.

Lucy smiled sadly.

"No my love, it doesn't. It means you're a slut just 
like me," she turned to go but then turned and said

"By the way, trust me, the things that girl can do 
with her tongue will drive you wild." 

I was somewhat bored, and talking to Barry ten minutes 
later when Lucy approached us.

"John, Amy's feeling ill so Lynn and I are taking her 
upstairs to my room. I think it's just something she 
ate, but we'll let her have a lie down for a while. 
Can I leave you to make sure everyone is kept happy? 
I'll be back down as soon as I can," she kissed me on 
the cheek and left before I could composed a reply.

"Lucy, is there anything I can do?" Barry called after 
her.

She turned and answered as if she were talking to an 
annoying child "no, nothing Barry, you just enjoy 
yourself."

Barry looked crestfallen. I rather suspected he had a 
crush on Lucy. I felt sorry for him in a way. He may 
have my job but he would never have my wife.
 
Lucy opened the door to her bedroom and followed the 
two younger women inside. She closed and locked the 
door. Stephen sat on a small sofa facing the foot of 
the bed, he smiled and stood as the three females 
entered.

"Stephen, I think you know Amy, and this is Lynn," 
Lucy introduced them.

"Ah yes, the beautiful twosome. I'm sure it will be a 
pleasure getting to know you," he shook their hands in 
a formal manner.

Both girls smiled nervously. Amy took Lynn's hand as 
if seeking comfort and waited for instructions.

Lucy put her arms around both girls shoulders. With 
her head between theirs, she whispered, "Why don't you 
both go to the bed and just do what comes naturally. 
Just pretend we are not here,"

She sat down next to Stephen as Lynn led Amy to the 
bed.

The two girls faced one another. They were both 
obviously nervous. They placed their hands on each 
other's hips and began to sway, as if to some unheard 
music. Soon they were kissing, their tongues exploring 
the others mouth. Lynn's hands moved over Amy's body. 
They seemed to forget they had an audience as they 
moved against each other, their mouths locked together 
in a passionate kiss, their lips never parting.

Without taking their hands or mouths off one another 
they climbed onto the bed. They began to undress each 
other and soon they were left wearing only panties. As 
they lay on the bed Lynn concentrated on kissing and 
sucking Amy's breasts. Amy lifted her hips and removed 
her own knickers as Lynn's left hand found its way 
between the other girls thighs.

Lucy was spellbound watching the two girls and 
incredibly turned on. She jumped slightly as Stephen 
grabbed the back of her head with his hand and pulled 
her toward him. Watching the two women on the bed from 
the corner of her eye Lucy undid Stephens fly to 
release his erection. She lowered her head and licked 
around the bulbous head before sliding her mouth over 
and down the shaft slowly.

Lucy continued to watch the girls as much as she could 
while she moved her mouth up and down Stephen's penis. 
Feeling so aroused she couldn't resist pushing her 
right hand into her panties to sink two fingers into 
her sopping pussy, causing her to moan lustily around 
Stephens prick, "God she would be in heaven if she 
could only have a huge cock to replace her fingers," 
she thought. 

Watching the girls was more sexy than she could ever 
have imagined and the feel of Stephen in her mouth 
made her realise how much she had grown to love 
sucking cock. She pushed her head all the way down to 
take Stephen deep into her throat. As she sucked she 
idly wondered what effect swallowing a daily dose of 
sperm was having on her body.

Meanwhile Lynn and Amy were naked. They were now 
oblivious of their audience as they lay facing one 
another. They had their legs entwined grinding pussy 
against pussy. Lynn's hand roughly kneaded Amy's 
breast as she sucked greedily on Amy's tongue. Amy's 
nails dug hard into Lynn's back as her orgasm 
approached, her body stiffened and she mashed her lips 
hard on Lynn's face as she climaxed.

She came down from her shuddering high and clung 
tightly to Lynn, who was still moving her hips against 
her. Lynn hadn't climaxed and Amy still wanted another 
orgasm. She managed to untangle her limbs and raise 
herself up, she turned around into a sixty nine 
position above Lynn. Immediately she buried her face 
in Lynn's crotch, causing the younger girl to throw 
her head back in ecstasy in reaction to Amy's 
wonderful mouth. She then dived forward to return the 
favour, lapping and sucking deeply.

Stephen was enthralled by the spectacle before him. He 
pushed Lucy's head down on his cock hard with one 
hand, as he crushed and twisted her breast with the 
other, using all his strength, he wanted to underline 
the power he held over her. He climaxed and virtually 
exploded down her throat, filling her airways with his 
hot salty load.

Lucy gagged and swallowed as much as she could, trying 
to clear her throat. She writhed and struggled in pain 
from the abuse Stephen was inflicting to her breast. 
eventually Stephen relaxed the pressure and Lucy was 
able to lift her head, tears ran down her face. She 
had thought she was going to suffocate, she gasped for 
breath as drool and cum ran from her mouth over 
Stephens half erect penis. He looked down to see the 
mess and pushed Lucy's face back toward it. She knew 
her duty, she licked and kissed him, cleaning away the 
sticky mess.

The two girls on the bed were cuddling and kissing in 
their sexual afterglow. Stephen smiled happily. it had 
been one of the best shows he had ever seen. It had 
been the real thing and not just poor acting like some 
tacky strip show turn. Yes he was happy, and all the 
more so because he had degraded the beautiful and 
proud Lucy at the same time. Life was good he thought 
as he stood and zippered himself up. He left the room 
without a word or a backward glance.

"How is she?" John asked Lucy when his wife returned 
to the party.

"Amy's fine. Lynn's with her. I think they will be 
down soon," she told him.

"Good, I was a little worried, though not particularly 
because it was Amy," he added quickly.

Lucy smiled "he's such a good man bless him," she 
thought and felt a small twinge of guilt for all she 
had put him through.

"You sound a bit croaky, are you okay?" John asked 
her, he looked concerned.

"Oh, it's alright, just a bit of a sore throat. I 
think I swallowed something I shouldn't have," Lucy 
said holding back a giggle.

"Would you like me to get you a drink?" John asked as 
he caressed her neck gently.

"Oh yes please. I've got a taste in my mouth that I 
just can't seem to get rid of. A white wine would be 
nice, but not too large. I still have the meeting with 
the Italians later and I think it might just get a bit 
tiring," she said.

"You work too hard Lucy. Why not let Stephen or Barry 
do it? you could do with a rest," he told her.

"I'll be okay" she said "they insisted they only 
wanted to deal with me. Apparently there are things 
that I bring to the table that no one else can. Oh 
well I suppose we'd better get on with it. Don't worry 
about my drink darling, I'll get myself something. 
I'll go see if they are ready, would you make sure we 
are not disturbed my sweet"

"Of course. Don't concern yourself about anything out 
here, you just go in there and kick ass," John said, 
Lucy hugged him and kissed him hard on the mouth.

"I really love you, " she said, then left to talk with 
Lynn.

Lucy found Lynn as she came through the door with Amy. 
She looked at her assistant guiltily but spoke to 
Lynn.

"I'm going to my office now. I want you to make sure 
nobody disturbs us, especially John. Just keep him 
busy serving drinks or something, or maybe have him 
tidy the kitchen. I don't want him enjoying himself 
just because I am," she instructed.

Lynn said to leave everything in her hands.

Lucy then went to find Barry. She needed sex 
desperately. Stephen, as usual, had used her and left 
her frustrated. She was angry with him for hurting 
her. She realised some time ago that he was becoming 
more and more rough in his treatment of her, and she 
knew it was only a matter of time before he really 
hurt her. She hated pain but also knew deep inside 
that she couldn't resist him, or stop anything he 
wanted to do to her.

She had felt humiliated by Stephen, she was angry and 
in her frustration she had tried to sake her lust on 
Amy. Pulling the naked girl roughly away from Lynn, 
Lucy had knelt astride the girls stomach. She laughed 
as she grabbed the unresisting girls nipples. She 
began twisting and pulling, causing Amy to cry out. 
Releasing one nipple she reached behind her and began 
slapping the poor girls pussy wildly. 

She knew she couldn't hurt Stephen but she wanted her 
revenge and Amy was a convenient substitute. She 
growled as she struck out blindly, wanting to hurt 
somebody, anybody. Suddenly there were arms around 
her, holding her. Someone was kissing her cheek and 
ear, whispering, cooing soothing words. Lucy stopped 
slapping, she turned her head to see Lynn talking to 
her. Lucy was crying. She slowly came to her senses 
and released Amy's nipple, then she slumped and cried 
into Lynn's shoulder as the young girl held her.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I hate him, I hate what he 
does to me, I hate what he's turned me into. Do you 
see what I've become?" she said between sobs, she 
lifted her head and looked at Lynn as the tears ran 
down her face.

"I love John so much. Why am I doing this to him? I 
should go down and tell him everything, tell Stephen 
to fuck off," she said

Lynn stroked Lucy's hair gently and kissed her brow. 
Now was not the time to start doubting their plan. 
Lynn was enjoying her life and intended to carry on 
what they were doing. She already had command of the 
house in Lucy's absence, and could see no reason why 
she couldn't progress to something more. 

John was becoming as much her slave as he was Lucy's, 
and she planned to have Amy under her control as well. 
Having tasted the life of luxury that came with 
working with Lucy she wanted more. She knew, with 
careful planning and some cunning she could be 
mistress of this house and all within it. She just 
needed to keep Lucy on track. 

"There now, just relax. You're angry that's all. 
You've put a lot of time and effort into this and we 
are so close now. Just forget Stephen. don't let 
something like this undo everything you've achieved. I 
know you love John, we all do! But you know this is 
the best thing for him: he needs your control. 

Anybody can see how he worships you, he wants to be 
your slave. You see how willingly he accepts 
everything you do to him" she wiped Lucy's tears away 
with her thumb and taking her face in both hands she 
kissed Lucy tenderly on the mouth. Still holding 
Lucy's face she told her "be strong, go downstairs. 
Find Barry and the Italians. Do what you planned: get 
yourself fucked good and proper. Work out your hurt on 
them: do it the way you enjoy. 

Lucy had calmed down somewhat. She sniffed and wiped 
her eyes. Lynn was right: they had come too far to 
stop now, John had become so submissive and she 
herself had grown into a true dominant. She now 
enjoyed, even needed to inflict pain and humiliation 
on her husband. The more he submitted to her, the more 
she wanted to make him suffer. 

She also loved the sex she was now getting. She freely 
admitted she was a complete slut: she didn't care who 
she had sex with, she just wanted others to use her. 
Having a cock in her mouth or pussy now seemed like an 
obsession, and denying John any relief only made her 
more excited. She nodded in acceptance. She would take 
Lynn's advice. She looked at Amy who was sitting 
hugging a pillow.

"I'm so sorry Amy" she said and stroked the younger 
woman's arm, then to Lynn she said, "you're right 
Lynn. I don't need Stephens consent to enjoy myself, 
I'm not going to let him rule my life. I want an 
orgasm and I will have one. In fact I'm going to have 
lots. There are three men downstairs just waiting to 
give them to me" she declared.

She kissed Lynn long and tenderly on the lips, then 
climbed off the bed, Amy watched the two of them kiss. 
She felt a surge of jealousy, but she wasn't sure 
which one she was jealous of.

**

Lucy led the way into her office. Then closed and 
locked the door after Barry and the two Italian 
clients had entered. Mario and Claude stood with 
glasses in their hands while Barry sat down in a 
leather armchair.

Lucy turned and smiled at the three men. She knew she 
was beautiful, she knew they wanted her and now they 
were going to have her. She decided to forgo any 
pretense as to why they were there, she strode across 
the room, turned and faced the men and leaned her 
backside on the edge of her desk. She wore a dress in 
her favourite style: figure hugging silk, cut low at 
the top to emphasize her breasts, and knee length with 
a split in front. She reached down and grasped each 
side of the split, she parted and raised her hands to 
expose her long legs in hold up stockings and panty 
covered crotch.

"I think we should start this meeting," she said.

Mario was first to react; he approached her and 
placing his right hand behind her neck he kissed her 
hard while he let his left hand roam her body.

Lucy immediately felt herself becoming wet and moaned 
against Mario's mouth. She had her eyes closed and 
soon felt other hands on her body, caressing and 
kneading. Her dress was unfastened and she allowed it 
to slide down her body to pool at her feet. Mario 
stopped kissing her and before she could get her 
breath his mouth was replaced by Claude's. Claude was 
older, around the mid-fifties. 

Lucy wasn't sure how she would feel about having sex 
with a man so old, but as his tongue delved into her 
mouth she found herself sucking on it and kissing back 
passionately. Claude had a weathered face, he looked 
like someone's uncle. He was also the gentlest of the 
three of them.

Her panties had gone and there seemed to be hands 
everywhere: at her pussy, her ass and her breasts, all 
the time and when a hand was removed it was replaced 
immediately by another, or a mouth sucking, biting, 
kissing and licking.

Keeping her eyes closed, she didn't know who was doing 
what, but she felt she was in heaven.

She was lifted and placed on the desk scattering 
papers and pens. A mouth was feeding on her naked 
pussy, it felt gentle and firm at the same time. Lucy 
guessed it was Claude and looked down her body to see 
that she was correct. She laid her head back with a 
sigh. Just before she closed her eyes again she caught 
sight of Mario's cock approaching her mouth. As it 
touched her lips she parted them wide and it slid deep 
inside. With her pent up frustrations Lucy was soon 
nearing a much needed orgasm. She sucked hard on 
Mario, wanting to feel his whole length in her mouth. 

The tongue in her pussy was doing what was required 
and she arched her back as she climaxed, filling 
Claude's mouth with her juices. She pulled her mouth 
off Mario's cock as she gasped for breath. Wrapping 
her slim fingers around Mario's erection she slowly 
masturbated him. Raising her head Lucy saw Barry 
sucking on her nipple and the top of Claude's head 
between her thighs. He stopped his licking and stood 
upright. He then replaced his mouth with the biggest 
cock Lucy had ever seen. She had to stretch her long 
legs as wide as possible to accommodate him, it felt 
wonderful.

"I must have her ass. Turn her over," she heard Mario 
declare a few minutes later. She felt herself being 
lifted and rolled over. The strong hands handled her 
like a rag doll as she was placed on her front, but 
not before Barry wormed himself beneath her, and she 
was impaled on his up thrust erection. She 
automatically brought her knees up to support herself, 
and lay on Barry's chest savouring the feel of him 
inside her.

She purred in delight as fingers rubbed around Barry's 
shaft and over her throbbing clitoris. Then those same 
fingers transferred the wetness to her ass, a finger 
pushed inside causing her to gasp. Lucy had never had 
anything larger than a finger in her ass and hoped she 
could take Mario's prick. She pushed back hard on 
Barry's penis and this parted her buttocks, inviting 
Mario to enter her. 

The finger in her ass was removed and something larger 
pushed against her opening. Mario's hands griped her 
hips and pulled her backwards as he thrust forward. He 
slid inside her in one long stroke. Lucy groaned loud, 
she felt she was being torn apart. She tried to move 
away to stop the pain but Mario held her fast. She 
tried to tell him no, but for some reason she couldn't 
speak. She arched her back and screamed silently, her 
mouth wide. A firm hand gripped her chin pulling her 
face round to the side, and Claude's prick was pushed 
into her mouth. She realised it was even bigger than 
she thought. She didn't know which was being stretched 
more, her ass or her mouth.

She forced her lips over the giant penis and sucked, 
her mouth was completely filled, she didn't even have 
room to move her tongue.

Mario began steadily thrusting in and out of her. This 
had the effect of moving her back and forth on Barry's 
prick and also moved her mouth over Claude's huge 
weapon. Very soon the pain in her ass changed to a 
pleasurable feeling of being filled. She was being 
used in all three of her holes, and hands still groped 
and caressed her everywhere. Lucy felt she would go 
insane with pleasure. She had never felt anything this 
good in her life, she wanted it to last forever but 
couldn't deny the climax building inside her.

Lucy screamed but Claude's cock stopped any sound 
emerging as she thrashed in the biggest orgasm she had 
ever had.

As she came down off her high, she relaxed and 
savoured the feeling of being fucked so completely. 

Shortly after however, Claude announced they should 
change places. Again Lucy was manhandled into 
position: this time she was on her back with her hips 
hanging over the edge of the desk. Claude held her 
ankles keeping her feet high in the air and wide 
apart. He manoeuvred his hips to position his cock at 
Lucy's ass, she panicked "no, no please Claude not 
there. You are too big. Please fuck my pussy, I want 
to feel you in my pussy again," she pleaded.

Claude smiled. He released one of her legs and took 
her by the hand, he kissed it gentlemanly "I will be 
honoured to fuck you anyhow you like, but I mean to 
have your beautiful ass sometime soon," and with that 
he pushed into her pussy in one long slow stoke making 
her swoon with delight. A semi erect cock was pushed 
into her unresisting mouth. She opened her eyes to see 
it was Mario and Lucy briefly thought about how he had 
just been inside her ass, but in her present state she 
didn't care and sucked him all the way into her throat 
greedily, feeling him grow hard once more in her 
mouth..

Lucy lay on the desk, idly playing with one of her 
nipples. She felt sleepy. She was full of sperm from 
three men who had used her as they wished and she had 
loved every second. Now they were dressing and she 
knew she had to move. Slowly she pulled her aching 
body off the desk and almost collapsed as she tried to 
stand. Claude and Mario were soon at her side 
supporting her. 

She smiled her thanks and looked down at herself, her 
skin was red and scratched in places and she had 
splashes of cum all over her body. Her stockings were 
torn and soaked and becoming worse as the cum leaked 
from her pussy and ass to run down her thighs, she 
bent down and removed them. She would have to return 
to the party bare legged and hope John didn't notice. 

Finding a box of tissues in the bottom drawer of her 
desk, she had to use most of them to clean herself 
sufficiently to dress. Again Claude helped her, but 
when she looked for her panties she couldn't find 
them. Then she saw Mario holding them to his face 
breathing in her aroma, with a smile and a flourish he 
tucked them into his jacket pocket. Lucy laughed and 
felt strangely flattered.

"You look exhausted Luce," John greeted his wife when 
she returned to the party.

"I feel it. It was none stop in there," she replied, 
then sipped her wine.

"How did it go? I hope you got everything you wanted," 
he said.

"Oh yes. I'm well satisfied. Claude gave me much more 
than I ever expected," she said, she squeezed her 
thighs together, she imagined she could still feel him 
inside her.

"Well I'm glad, if anybody deserves it it's you: the 
amount of hours you put in," John told her and kissed 
her cheek.

**

The party started to break up an hour or so later and 
Lucy found John talking to Barry.

"Stephen and the clients are ready to go now, take 
Stephens car and get yourself a cab back, here that 
should cover it," Lucy handed John the keys to 
Stephens car and some cash then turned away to say her 
goodbyes to those guests who were leaving.

John stood for a minute. Lucy had spoken to him so 
coldly, as if he were a servant. But then, wasn't that 
what he had been just lately? John knew Lucy must be 
tired after all the work she had done this evening. 
Perhaps she was a bit irritable because of it. Maybe 
it was just as well that the party was winding down so 
she could rest. He sighed and went to collect his 
passengers.

As soon as the last guests had left Lucy got busy 
preparing a few things. She had Lynn and Amy go around 
making the house as untidy and messy as they could, 
while she took Barry to the pool house.

This was Lucy and John's dream project when they first 
married. A small one room building to one side of the 
pool which they furnished with items to provide a sexy 
and romantic den to spend warm summer nights. They had 
had a few special times in there and Lucy stood for a 
minute fondly remembering. She shook her head, "get a 
grip Luce," she told herself. She pulled the mattress 
from the bed, then she had Barry replace it with one 
she knew was in the garage waiting to be disposed of. 

Then she splashed water over the bed. She removed the 
bedding save for one single blanket, which she spread 
over the damp mattress. Following Lucy's instructions, 
Barry then moved various items into the pool house to 
make it as unwelcoming as possible.

When they returned to the house Lucy was pleased with 
the mess the two girls had made. 

Lucy called Lynn to her, Amy followed like a pet 
puppy, "well done you two," she congratulated them, 
"now listen," she continued "I will be leaving early 
in the morning and I've arranged it so John will be 
sleeping in the pool house. I've had you make this 
mess because I don't want him sitting around all day 
tomorrow. So it'll be up to both of you to keep him 
busy. Oh, and Lynn, I bought you a gift," she gave 
Lynn a box two inches wide and two feet long. Lynn 
opened it and removed an ebony riding crop. She 
slipped the leather loop over her wrist and flicked 
the crop from side to side. A wide smile split her 
face.

"As I said, I want John busy. You two are to have as 
much fun as you can, make this weekend the most 
miserable he's ever had," Lucy instructed them. She 
took Lynn's face between her two hands, looked into 
her eyes and told her "I bought you that crop for a 
reason, so use it. I want to see some nice welts on 
John's body when I return. Now, he should be home 
soon, so take your new little pet," she reached over 
and stroked Amy's cheek and ran her thumb across her 
lips and into her mouth, Amy automatically sucked on 
the invading digit "and have a good night," she told 
them.

By the time I had dropped Stephen and his clients off, 
and then managed to summon a taxi I had been out of 
the house almost one and a half hours. When I 
eventually arrived home the party was over. Lucy and 
Barry were the only people left in the house. Lucy 
relaxed on the sofa sipping wine, Barry was slouched 
in an armchair, he looked the worst for wear.

"Hello darling, you made it home safely then?" Lucy 
greeted me cheerfully "I'm afraid Barry has had a bit 
of a heavy evening. So I told him he could stay over 
tonight, and with the spare room still being full of 
stuff I thought it would be better if he slept in your 
room. You don't mind do you? no of course you don't, 
you're such a dear. I thought you could sleep in the 
pool house. It's a nice night so you shouldn't be 
cold."

I was taken aback, this had come completely out of the 
blue. I tried to process it.

"But ..emm... why don't I sleep on the sofa?" I asked, 
not understanding why I should give up my bed, but 
unable to put my thoughts into words. 

"Oh no, just look at the mess," Lucy said as if it 
were a ridiculous suggestion "besides I have to leave 
early tomorrow and I wouldn't want to disturb you. 
Now, I've poured you a scotch and I'm tired, so if you 
would give Barry a hand up the stairs we can all get 
some sleep," she said and stood to show there would be 
no more discussion.

Reluctantly, I helped Barry to my room, and wishing my 
wife a good night I made my way to the pool house. I 
was stunned. I didn't really know what had just 
happened. I had already been relegated to the spare 
bedroom, now suddenly I was no longer sleeping in my 
own house, while the bastard who had taken my job now 
slept in my bed. It never even occurred to me to 
suggest sleeping with Lucy. I merely did as she told 
me. Something that I had been doing more and more 
lately.

The pool house was a mess The bed was covered with 
junk. I wracked my brain trying to think how it got 
into such a state. looking back at the house I could 
see that all the lights were off, so Lucy was probably 
in bed. I knew I had better not disturb her, so with a 
sigh, I started to clear the bed. I had even forgotten 
to drink my whisky,


Part Seven: Beaten

I awoke stiff and cold the following morning. I was 
tired and miserable. I had had a very bad night: after 
I had discovered that the bed was damp and somewhat 
smelly, I finally managed to fall asleep on the floor. 
Now I staggered outside into the bright sunshine. 

Making my way to the kitchen door I found it was 
locked. I no longer had my own key so I knocked 
tentatively and waited, hoping that Lucy wouldn't mind 
me disturbing her. I then remembered that she had left 
early for a meeting, "shit" what was I to do now? I 
stood looking around me, wondering how I was going to 
get into the house when I saw movement through the 
window of the annex.

I approached Lynn's door and hesitated. I tried to 
convince myself that I didn't want to disturb her, but 
deep down I knew I was scared. I was a grown man in my 
own home and I was frightened of what my housekeeper 
would say and do if I asked her to let me in. I felt 
pathetic.

Steeling myself I knocked on the door, Lynn answered 
and just looked at me like I was something she had 
stepped in, tapping her toe impatiently she said, 
"well?"

"I'm..I'm sorry to disturb you Miss, but my wife has 
gone out and she must have forgotten to unlock the 
door and I was wondering if you could let me use your 
key please?" I asked with my eyes on the ground like a 
child.

Lynn rolled her eyes and sighed audibly then turned 
back into the room. She pushed the door shut, I 
thought she was going to ignore me and I wondered what 
I should do. I could hear talking through the door but 
not what was being said, then at least two people 
laughing. A few seconds later Lynn opened the door 
again and in her pyjamas she walked past me to the 
main house. As I turned to follow her and just before 
Lynn's door shut I saw Amy inside in tiny shorts and 
tee with the biggest grin on her face.

Lynn opened the door for me. I walked into the kitchen 
of my house and I couldn't believe the mess that 
greeted me: rubbish from the party was everywhere - 
spilt drinks, dropped food and discarded plates and 
glasses were scattered as if somebody had trashed the 
house.

Lynn must have seen my shocked expression,

"You can clear this up later, you've got all day after 
all. First you can make tea and toast for two, we'll 
take it on the patio."

She turned and left without waiting for a reply. To my 
shame I never once even considered not doing what she 
told me.

Fifteen minutes later I walked outside to serve 
breakfast to the two girls as they sat in the morning 
sun. They stopped talking when I neared them, but I 
noticed they were both grinning. Lynn held a riding 
crop in her hand, idly swinging it from side to side. 
I placed the tray on the table and poured the tea and 
when I turned to go Amy spoke.

"John! I was just telling Lynn about what you wear 
under your pants. She doesn't believe me!"

We looked at one another. She was leaning back in her 
chair, her head tilted to one side, a smirk on her 
face. I didn't know what she was planning but I was 
sure it wasn't in my best interest.

"Why don't you show her?" she added.

I didn't know what to do. I looked from one girl to 
the other. What I saw were two girlish faces grinning 
cruelly at me, and worse, they had authority over me 
from Lucy. I felt as if I should make a stand and 
refuse them, but it was as if all my fight had been 
torn out of me.

"Please Amy don't do this?" I whined like a child, 
then yelped in pain. Lynn had casually flicked the 
crop across the back of my thigh, "that's Miss Amy to 
you," she told me harshly.

"I-I'm sorry Miss Amy," I said contritely, rubbing at 
the pain in my leg.

"Well? go on, show us, " Amy demanded losing her 
patience.

"Please Miss, I ca..." I didn't finish what I was 
going to say as Lynn shouted at me.

"Will you just do as you're fucking told? Do you have 
to argue and moan all the fucking time?" she sounded 
genuinely angry now.

Trembling with fear, I loosened my pants and 
hesitating for just a second, pulled them down to my 
thighs to expose my captured penis.

Lynn leaned close to inspect me. I felt my face 
burning as she placed the crop beneath my flaccid 
member and bounced it up and down a few times.

"It's all shrunken. I think it must be embarrassed, 
don't you John?" she remarked laughing.

I was too humiliated to answer. I knew my face was 
beet red and I just stared at the ground in shame.

"Go. You've got a lot of cleaning to do today," Lynn 
suddenly said, then she turned away from me to drink 
her tea.

I had been dismissed out of hand. Miserably I pulled 
my pants up, but Lynn spun back and laid her crop 
firmly on top of my hands.

"No. Take them off. You don't need trousers to do 
housework," she commanded.

I looked at her in horror. Surely she wasn't serious? 
But one look at her face told me she definitely was. I 
had to get away from these two before things got worse 
- as if they could. I let my pants drop and stepped 
out of them. Leaving my trousers and shorts in a pile 
on the patio I left before I could be humiliated 
further.

With head down to hide the tears forming in my eyes, I 
made my escape, naked from the waist down.

In the kitchen I leaned against the sink, I gripped 
the edge until my knuckles turned white. I could hear 
the two girls laughing. I screwed my eyes shut, "fuck 
you, I'm not you're fucking servant," I said to 
myself. I knew I should just go to my room to get some 
more clothes, but I didn't have the courage.

**

It turned out to be a very hard day for me. After I 
had made myself a quick breakfast, I set about tidying 
the house. I had been working for no more than a half 
hour when Lynn and Amy entered. They watched me work, 
inspecting everything I did. It took only ten minutes 
for them to find fault. I was on my knees with a brush 
and pan sweeping under the kitchen table when Lynn 
prodded me with her foot. "Hey wimp, you've missed a 
bit," she informed me, and emphasized her point with a 
sharp whack to my ass. I jumped and yelped only to 
receive another stinging stroke across the back of my 
leg.

"Don't you dare fucking ignore me. Clear it up," she 
snarled and hit me again, this time on the hip. I 
tried to dodge the blows, but I realised she would 
keep hitting me until I did as she said, so I forced 
myself to focus on cleaning the floor as fast as I 
could.

This set the pattern for the day. I wasn't told that I 
could stop for a break, and I was now so cowed by 
Lynn's crop that I was too frightened to suggest I 
have one. Even when I had to prepare and serve lunch 
to my two tormentors I returned straight back to my 
work.

They followed me everywhere, watching me work. They 
continually corrected me and kept telling me the best 
way to do certain things. They also managed to find 
fault in almost everything I did, and the crop found 
my ass and legs with more and more frequency. Soon I 
was covered in angry welts and I was flinching and 
cowering every time either of the girls came near me. 
In short, I felt broken. I was terrified that whatever 
I did would be wrong and bring more pain.

I finished the ground floor and made my way upstairs 
to clean the bedrooms and bathrooms.

Lucy's room was a mess, worse than I had ever seen it. 
She had pulled clothes and things from every cupboard 
and drawer. The bed looked as if somebody had had a 
fight in it. I was ordered to gather all the displaced 
items of clothing and iron them before putting them 
away. That task alone took me most of the afternoon.

My room - where Barry had slept, was by contrast neat 
and tidy. If I hadn't known better, I would have 
thought that this room hadn't been used at all.

At around five o'clock in the afternoon I had at last 
finished. I collapsed, sitting on the floor in 
exhaustion, but I immediately stood up again, as 
sitting only hurt my punished backside. I felt filthy 
- I was filthy! I needed a shower and asked Lynn's 
permission to go and clean myself. She consented. I 
realised with shame, that I had never needed to gain 
another's permission for anything like that before. 
But I didn't dare risk being punished for just 
assuming I could do something without asking first. I 
slunk away like a timid dog. I ached all over and my 
bottom and legs were marked with red and painful 
stripes. I was so miserable, I felt near to tears. As 
I showered I dreaded what torments the evening might 
hold for me. Worse was the fact that I knew I would 
accept whatever indignities they would think of.

Another small piece of myself appeared to have been 
taken from me...I missed Lucy so much and longed for 
her to return, "oh Lucy, please come home."

**

Thirty miles away Lucy stood up from her sun bed on 
the lawn behind the large and impressive house of her 
Italian hosts. She stretched, knowing that the three 
men were staring at her perfect figure. They had each 
had sex with her at least twice since she had arrived 
at nine o'clock that morning. Now she felt so tired, 
"I really must slow down," she thought "maybe go a day 
or two without sex," Yes - she decided she would spend 
tomorrow resting, perhaps have a day dedicated to just 
tormenting John. She smiled to herself as she thought 
of her husband. She wondered what he was doing at that 
moment. In her mind she imagined John hard at work, 
maybe scrubbing floors or something similar. She knew 
she didn't have to make life so hard for him, but that 
was the fun part. Would she enjoy life as much when he 
was a mindless slave? Would it be as much fun with him 
obeying her without the cunning and subterfuge? Did 
she really want a slave at all? She really missed 
John's love making. She had had more sex in the past 
few months than she would have thought possible, but 
it was sex - not love. There was no tenderness in her 
life anymore. She was sure she could enslave him, no 
problem, but at what price?

She looked around for her bikini top. She knew she 
would have to make a move soon if she wanted to get 
home before dark.

She had been invited by Claude to visit him and meet 
his business partner Tony. They had asked her to spend 
the day by the pool, She knew what was really required 
and accepted eagerly. She had dropped Barry off on the 
way, he had sulked again when she told him he couldn't 
accompany her. He was becoming too clingy lately. He 
didn't want her seeing other men. He had even told her 
he loved her, that he wanted to marry her. She felt a 
little guilty that she had scoffed at him, but the 
truth was, she loved John and always would. If she 
intended to follow through with the plan and keep John 
in chastity, maybe it was time to think about finding 
another substitute for his imprisoned cock.

When she had first arrived Lucy had started flirting 
immediately, and the morning had been entirely taken 
up with sex and drink, although Lucy only drank cola - 
knowing she had to drive home. Tony was middle aged 
and hard looking. His body was also hard with muscle 
and his face was tanned with a craggy complexion. He 
seemed to be scowling all the time.

Lucy didn't at first like him, sensing there was a 
core of violence under the businesslike façade. But 
like Claude, he acted the perfect gentleman, treating 
Lucy like royalty. Even so Lucy made a mental note not 
to cross him.

The three men had stripped Lucy almost as soon as she 
had stepped through the door, and for the next three 
hours she was kept naked. She was passed from one 
groping pair of hands to the next. It seemed nothing 
was taboo as hands, mouths, toys and anything a 
sexually charged man's mind could think of was used on 
Lucy's willing and eager body. She had had more 
orgasm's than she could count as she wallowed in the 
role of their sex toy.

Claude, Tony and Mario had taken her in every way and 
combination they had wanted or could think of, with 
one exception; she wouldn't let Claude have her ass, 
he was just too big. She did however agree with him 
that he could train her, to gradually stretch her ass 
enough to accommodate him. He even presented her with 
her first butt plug to start the training. She allowed 
Claude to insert the bung as she posed on hands and 
knees on the patio table. Tony found it too 
irresistible to see her thus and removed the plug so 
he could take her again.

Lucy promised Claude she would reinsert the butt plug 
once she reached home. To compensate him she danced 
naked for him before taking his erection into her 
mouth. She brought him to an explosive climax by 
giving him the best blow job she possibly could. 

After they had eaten lunch the men relaxed and Lucy 
was allowed to rest, although she still received the 
odd caress or grope whenever one of the men was within 
touching distance.

Now she stretched and ran her hands over her breasts 
and down to her bikini covered pussy. she teased the 
men who couldn't tear their eyes from her body. She 
had them now. She knew they would do anything she 
desired, she smiled to herself, men were so pathetic. 
She walked across the patio and kissed each one of 
them sensuously just to tease them, then entered the 
house to shower.

She wasn't the least surprised when Tony joined her 
and devotedly soaped and washed her.

"Where's John?" Lucy asked as she joined Lynn and Amy 
in the lounge. She sat heavily into her armchair, 
kicking off her shoes. She needed a drink after her 
drive home and ordered Amy to fetch her a glass of 
wine.

"He's in the shower, trying to sooth his ass I 
wouldn't be surprised," Amy answered handing Lucy a 
full glass. She then sat down on the sofa and laid her 
hand on Lynn's thigh.

Lucy looked at them with a raised eyebrow "we've had a 
very interesting day," Lynn explained and went on to 
tell Lucy all that had happened with John. When she 
told Lucy how she had forbidden John to wear any pants 
Lucy sat up and beamed a big smile, "what a wonderful 
idea!" she exclaimed and poured herself another glass 
of wine, "in fact, I think Amy, you should pay a visit 
to that shop on Monday and buy a selection of small 
frilly aprons. John will look so cute. Maybe we can 
even get him to wear a proper maids outfit, " she 
laughed out loud, the two girls joined in and they all 
clinked glasses in a toast to their successful day.

I was drying myself after showering when Lucy entered 
my bedroom. I beamed a big smile when I saw her. I 
hugged her and we kissed.

"Oh god Luce, I'm so glad you're home. I've really 
missed you today," I gushed, smothering her face with 
kisses.

She smiled warmly back at me "I've missed you too John 
I really have," she sat down on the end of my bed as I 
stood facing her. She leaned forward and placing a 
hand on my hip she pulled me around so she could see 
my red glowing ass.

"That looks like it hurts," she said, stroking her 
fingers across the welts on my ass and legs. I nodded 
"yes it does," I told her "Lucy you need to have a 
word with Lynn," sitting down next to her, I continued 
"she made me work all day almost naked, and you can 
see what she did with that bloody riding crop," I 
complained. But I immediately felt like a child 
telling tales.

"Hmm... yes I can see," she tapped the end of her 
finger on her lips as if considering something "but I 
can't really say too much to her about it John. After 
all, we both gave her the authority to administer 
punishment, and If she decides you should be naked it 
would only undermine her position if I overruled her. 
No. If Lynn thinks you should be naked I don't think 
we can really argue with her. It would just lead to 
bad feelings all round. Come on John, you must admit 
it makes sense? Besides, you look really hot with your 
cute little ass all red and wriggling," she licked her 
lips and playfully grabbed my bottom. I jumped as I 
was still somewhat sore. As usual Lucy baffled me with 
her logic and I found myself agreeing without really 
understanding what she was talking about.

"I don't know. Oh I suppose so, you're probably right. 
It just seems so unfair sometimes," my objections 
trailed off. It was obvious this was yet another 
argument I was destined to lose. 

"There, there, we all have to make sacrifices now and 
then. Look, why don't you finish what you were doing 
and then come to my room. I could do with a massage, 
it's been a very tiring day," she kissed me again and 
squeezed my encased penis. She stood and sashayed from 
the room, leaving me confused and with a painful 
erection.

Lucy was lying face down, naked, on her bed as I 
rubbed perfumed oil gently into her back. After the 
way she had spoken minutes earlier, I hoped she would 
remove my cock cage so we could make love or even 
strap on a dildo and use my ass, but when I kissed her 
neck and nibbled her ear she said she was tired and 
she really didn't feel like sex and would I be a dear 
and do something for her. I told her I would do 
anything she wanted. For some strange reason, she 
informed me, she fancied having her feet and ass 
licked. I had no objections to that, so I spent the 
next half hour first kissing and then licking her feet 
lovingly before making my way slowly up her legs to 
bury my tongue in her ass. As I licked, I thought my 
attentions would arouse her, but after some time 
worshiping her gorgeous bum I realised to my dismay 
that she was asleep.

**

On Sunday, Lucy at least paid some attention to me. 
Even though it wasn't always pleasant. She lounged 
almost all day in her long black lacy nightdress, (I'm 
sure she wore it just to tease me) and thought of 
endless things for me to do.

After preparing breakfast and cleaning the already 
spotless house, I spent my time doing Lucy's bidding. 
She had me running upstairs or to various parts of the 
house to fetch things that either weren't there, or 
she later decided she didn't really need. I rearranged 
bookshelves, only to have her later want me to put 
them back as they were. There seemed no end to the 
things Lucy wanted me to do, and all of them were 
completely pointless. Eventually, Lucy couldn't hide 
her amusement at my scampering about, so I sat on the 
floor in front of her and looked as stern as I could 
"why are you doing this Lucy?" I demanded.

"Oh John, it's only a bit of fun," she said "I just 
wanted to see how far you would go, it was just a 
game," she shrugged her shoulders then sat up and 
looked down on me, her red hair fell over her face and 
she said in a sexy whisper " anyway I think it's made 
me quite randy, how would you like to make love to 
me?"

I climbed eagerly onto my knees "oh god Lucy, yes 
please," I said as I grabbed both of her hands in 
gratitude.

She looked down at me, a wicked smile appeared on her 
face.

"Hmmm... you know what? I think I'm going to let you 
lick my pussy," she had me completely, I was like a 
rabbit in headlights, I listened to her words, I 
couldn't tear my eyes away from her moist lips, even 
when she began stroking herself through her nightdress 
"and then, when you've brought me to two orgasms, I'm 
going to whip your ass until its bright red. And then 
I'm going to fuck your ass, and if you please me, if 
you really please me, then I'm going to tie you down 
on the table and ride you until you beg me to stop."

"Oh Christ Lucy, yes. Whatever you want," I was almost 
busting out of my chastity belt. I felt so excited 
suddenly, and so grateful that I dropped her hands and 
began slobbering over her feet and legs trying to show 
how thankful I was. I kissed my way eagerly up her 
legs. I ran my hands up the outside of her thighs 
loving the softness and smoothness, as I reached her 
hips I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her 
panties and tugged gently. I was staring at her long 
legs and breathing hard. Lucy raised her hips slightly 
and I felt a sense of honour as she permitted me to 
remove her underwear. She pulled the hem of her 
nightdress up and parted her legs, inviting me to 
place my mouth on her vulva to begin.

Lucy enjoyed pushing John. She could see him becoming 
more and more exasperated. She couldn't stop herself 
giggling every time she gave him an order, and he 
would shake his head and start muttering to himself. 
She was amazed at how long he put up with it, she 
thought anybody else would have put a stop to her 
nonsense long before now. She realised then just how 
subjugated he had become. He was well on his way to 
becoming a slave. This thought immediately caused her 
pussy to throb, and although she had promised herself 
a day without sex, she knew she couldn't resist her 
feelings. Perhaps she was a nymphomaniac? No, it 
wasn't that, she just loved sex, and it seemed just 
about everything she did lately turned her on.

Lucy held Johns head, keeping his mouth firmly locked 
onto her pussy. Her head was flung back into the chair 
in pleasure, "0h god, John is so good at this," she 
thought as her body stiffened. She was approaching her 
first orgasm and pulled John's face harder against 
her. She began thrusting her hips up and down and she 
emitted a strangled scream in response to the intense 
sensations of her climax.

She lay gasping, as John now gently ran his tongue 
over Lucy's throbbing clitoris. Then as her body began 
to settle down she stroked his hair. Placing her hands 
on his shoulders, she gently but firmly pushed him 
down until he was laying on his back on the floor. She 
climbed languidly off the chair and kneeling, she 
straddled his body. 

John lay on the floor looking up into the face of his 
sexy wife. With her hands on his chest she bit her 
bottom lip as she rocked her hips, slowly sliding her 
soaking pussy back and forth over his stomach. She 
brushed the tangled mass of red hair back from her 
face, then pulling the shoulder straps of her 
nightdress down, she allowed the material to fall away 
from her upper body. Taking Johns wrists she guided 
his hands to her breasts and showed him how she wanted 
him to squeeze and maul her tits. Just a short time 
ago she had hated any pain, now she craved a little 
abuse inflicted on her body, especially when it was 
her breasts being mistreated. She inched her way up 
Johns body until she was poised with her crotch over 
his face, then licking her lips she lowered herself 
and sighed as Johns tongue began its work again. Lucy 
wanted to make this last as long as possible. She 
ground her crotch on her obedient husband's mouth as 
he worked feverously trying to bring her the pleasure 
of another orgasm. Each time she felt a climax 
approaching, Lucy would lift herself away from his 
busy mouth, delaying her orgasm for as long as she 
could.

Lucy was in paradise, she wanted to make this last and 
last.

My jaw and tongue ached terribly. I had been licking 
Lucy for so long. It seemed every time she approached 
a climax, she would stop me by pulling my mouth away 
from her. I was determined to satisfy her and kept on 
eating her the way I knew she liked. It went on for so 
long and I was growing so tired, but after what had 
seemed to have been at least an hour she ground down 
my face hard. She grabbed my nipples, pinching and 
twisting them, causing me to struggle in pain. All at 
once my mouth was flooded with Lucy's juices as she 
climaxed. Her thighs clamped the sides of my head 
forcing me to swallow every drop.

**

We lay side by side as Lucy recovered. I caressed and 
kissed her perfect breasts adoringly until she eased 
me aside and stood up. Without a word she walked from 
the room and I waited until she returned with a large 
black lifelike dildo strapped to her hips. I knew what 
was coming. I was nervous and excited, this dildo was 
much larger than any she had used before. She 
surprised me when she knelt beside me and lifted my 
head with one hand while she held the dildo to my 
mouth with the other. I looked at her, pleading with 
my eyes, surely she didn't expect me to suck it? it 
was just too humiliating. I tried weakly to keep my 
mouth closed, but she just pressed the thing hard 
against my lips as she grinned and said "come on slut, 
you know you'll love it. Show me what a good little 
cocksucker you are?"

Reluctantly I did as she demanded. As she forced it 
between my lips I automatically opened my mouth and 
began sucking the huge plastic cock. With each long, 
slow thrust she worked it further and further down my 
throat. I had to concentrate hard to stop myself 
gagging. The entire time she verbally abused me and 
called me filthy names like "suck it you filthy whore, 
get it wet before it splits your ass you cocksucking 
slut."

It was obvious Lucy loved abusing me while we played 
her games, but I didn't receive any pleasure from this 
treatment by her, and I got the impression that I 
wasn't meant to. I also didn't think Lucy really cared 
whether I enjoyed it or not.

I was almost choking and saliva ran down my chin. I 
could feel the black monster pushing at the back of my 
throat. Lucy held me with her hands gripping my hair, 
pulling me forcibly to meet her thrusts. I thought I 
was about to throw up when she finally took mercy on 
me and withdrew from my mouth.

She was very excited, she had maniacal grin on her 
face as she pushed me violently onto my front. I was 
gasping for breath. I could find no strength to resist 
her. She knelt behind me and grabbed my hips. I bit my 
lip as she pulled my ass up. My head rested on the 
back of my hands on the floor, my ass in the air. I 
felt her grip my buttocks- spreading them, and then 
the dildo pushed against my ass.

I clenched my fists and screwed my eyes shut, I felt I 
was being split in two when Lucy forced the dildo all 
the way into my ass with the first thrust. I pushed my 
head hard into the carpet fighting the pain, but I 
couldn't stop myself from crying out in agony. Lucy 
showed me no mercy and I made no attempt to stop her. 
She started a rhythmic thrusting into me. I groaned 
with the pain but as she worked her dildo in and out 
the discomfort began to ease, it still hurt badly but 
was becoming more bearable. I yelped as she suddenly 
slapped the back of my leg. She began spanking me to 
the rhythm of her dildo fucking me. My ass and thighs 
were soon on fire and my insides burned in pain, but 
at no time did I resist anything she wanted to do to 
me. In my befuddled brain I even, in some perverted 
way, accepted her right to treat me like this.

I felt her hand reach around my body and grasp my 
caged cock, adding to my suffering as she squeezed and 
pulled my erection. I whimpered at this new hurt. But 
then, despite everything I was going through, I could 
feel myself approaching a climax. Even with the pain 
she was causing me - hurting as much as I was, I 
silently prayed for her not to stop, to please, at 
last allow me to cum. Then suddenly, with pain all 
over my body, I climaxed. My penis felt like it was 
being crushed inside its steel tube. I was jerking 
wildly, the pain and humiliation only seemed to add to 
the glorious sensations I was feeling.

"Yes..yes..please. Oh God yes. Thank you, thank you," 
I was so genuinely grateful to Lucy that she had 
permitted me to orgasm.

Lucy finally stopped fucking and slapping me. She lay 
motionless across my back as I knelt on all fours.

After a minute she raised herself. She pulled my head 
back with her left hand while her right, which had 
been gripping my rapidly wilting penis, slid across my 
mouth, wiping sperm over my lips. I instinctively 
licked her hand before I realised what she had on her 
fingers. But I was too exhausted to care, and it was 
too late to stop her pushing her hand into my mouth. I 
licked and sucked her fingers clean.

As we lay in one another's arms on the floor, I 
stroked one finger down Lucy's cheek, she looked into 
my eyes.

"I love you so much John. No matter what happens 
between us, always remember that. I really love you," 
she whispered.

I was puzzled by her words, but I knew nothing would 
ever stop me loving her. 

I didn't get to have my chastity cage removed after 
all. Lucy declared that she was too tired for any more 
sex, and in truth I was tired as well, plus my ass and 
cock still hurt terribly.

We showered together and I took immense pleasure in 
washing and towelling dry Lucy's body.

Afterward, despite my discomfort and to Lucy's 
enjoyment, she sat fully clothed and watched as she 
had me make dinner while I was still naked.

We ate our meal and chatted as we drank wine. I felt 
so close to Lucy at that moment that I even forgot I 
was nude. "Oh, I almost forgot, I bought you a gift" 
she suddenly announced. I was suspicious that she 
wanted to hurt or humiliate me again, and I was right 
to be so as, smiling, she handed me a black rubber 
butt plug. I'd seen them previously, when looking at 
porn on the internet, but this was the first one I had 
ever held in my hand. I wondered where she had got it 
from. When I asked her, she replied "oh don't worry 
about that. A friend gave it to me as a joke, and I 
thought it would be nice if you wore it for me. You 
would if you loved me."

She studied me, I studied the butt plug. I didn't want 
to have this thing inside me. I was still a bit sore 
from our earlier sex, but her request seemed innocent 
enough, and the plug was smaller than the dildo I had 
been forced to take. With her using such emotional 
blackmail I couldn't refuse her. It seemed like I 
couldn't refuse anything she wanted nowadays.

I stood up from the table. With my face burning in 
embarrassment, I turned away so I didn't have to look 
at her, then I realised I had my rear facing her. Even 
so I swallowed what little pride I had left and bent 
over. I felt around behind me, positioning the head of 
the plug between my buttocks. I tried to tentatively 
push the plug in my ass, but it hurt my already abused 
opening. Lucy watched me struggling and suggested I 
squat and use my fingers to open myself first. I did 
as she advised, feeling even more embarrassed, if that 
were possible, as I worked my fingers into myself. 
Eventually, after no little pain and a lot of effort I 
managed to insert the plug. I felt uncomfortable and 
full.

"How long do you want me to keep this thing inside 
me?" I asked, my fingers played over the base of the 
plug and I squirmed, trying to adjust to the feeling 
of being plugged 

"Permanently of course. You keep that where it is, the 
only time you are to remove it is when you need the 
toilet or if I want to use your ass," she told me, and 
looked at me as if I were a simpleton.

**

At work the next day, I was summoned to Lucy's office. 
I was eager to see my wife, but I was also 
apprehensive: I could never be certain what was going 
to happen to me where Lucy was involved.

I knocked on her door and waited as I had recently 
been instructed.

"Come," I heard her call.

"You sent for me ma'am," I said as I at last entered 
her office, she had kept me waiting for around ten 
minutes.

"Ah, yes John," she said as if she were surprised to 
see me "drop your pants will you? "she then told me in 
the way she would tell somebody to have a seat. I was 
surprised by her order but obeyed none the less. I 
wondered if maybe she wanted to make love.

"Have you been to the toilet today?" she asked, I was 
puzzled as to why she wanted to know. I was more 
embarrassed talking about my bodily functions, than I 
was to be standing with my trousers around my ankles 
in my wife's office.

"Er... yes ma'am why?" I answered nervously.

"I thought so. So, you removed your plug then?" she 
asked.

"Well... Emm yes I did. I needed to," I told her. I 
had a bad feeling about where this was going.

"But you didn't ask permission, did you?" she said. 
She sat swivelling on her leather office chair, her 
hands clasped together in front of her face. I stood 
feeling even more exposed.

"I didn't know I had to," I said. I now knew this was 
not going to turn out well for me.

Lucy pushed herself suddenly forward and slammed her 
palm down on her desk scattering pens "why the fuck do 
you think I had you wear it? do you think you can take 
it out any time you feel like it? what the hell's the 
point of using it in the first place?" she was angry 
and almost shouting by now. I knew I had better try to 
calm her down.

"I'm sorry ma'am, I didn't realise, it won't happen 
again. I promise," I was contrite and acted as humble 
as I could.

"You are damn right it won't. Take off your clothes 
and get on your knees," she demanded harshly.

In the mood she was in I didn't dare disobey her. I 
quickly shed the remainder of my clothes.

When I was kneeling naked she opened her desk drawer 
and lifted out a riding crop. My first thought was to 
wonder whether it was the same one as Lynn had used on 
me. Then it occurred to me with real fear, I was to be 
punished again.

Lucy walked around her desk and crossed the room to 
where I was on my knees. Without warning she slashed 
the crop across my chest. I yelled and fell forward on 
the floor in pain, clutching my ribs. More pain 
exploded on my back and I jerked backwards as I tried 
desperately with one hand to reach the pain.

"Get back up, now," Lucy snarled.

I was trembling in fear, I was terrified of my own 
wife. I struggled back to my knees trying to rub away 
the pain in my back and chest.

Lucy squatted down in front of me so her face was just 
a few inches from mine. She spoke in a calm and quiet 
voice "put your hands on your head and keep them 
there. You are going to be punished and if you remove 
your hands or move in any way the punishment starts 
all over. Is that clear?"

I tried to answer but only a croak emerged. Lucy 
placed her finger to my lips "shhh, don't speak. 
You're not to make a sound, just nod your head if you 
understand," I hesitated as her words sank into my 
numb brain. I still didn't know why I deserved to be 
punished, but I nodded submissively, I didn't want to 
make the situation any worse for myself.

Lucy nodded in satisfaction and crossed to her desk, 
she returned with two nipple clamps, (where did she 
keep getting these things from?) I watched docilely 
and winced as she clipped them painfully to my 
nipples. Then she slowly circled my kneeling form. I 
tensed, but kept perfectly still. Then I almost yelped 
in shock and pain when she slashed me across my back 
again, but I remembered her order to be silent and 
clenched my teeth determined to obey.

Lucy slowly walked around me, randomly striking any 
part of my body she wanted to, and all the time she 
was lecturing me.

"I work hard all day. I have a high pressure job. I 
take responsibility for a whole department. Then I 
come home and have to make all the decisions there 
too. I only ask that you do as you're told, how hard 
can that be? I struggle to pay the bills and never get 
any thanks - when was the last time you thanked me? 
when was the last time you actually did anything at 
all for me? you never stop complaining, all you ever 
think about is yourself. I'm sick of it. Why can't you 
just do as I tell you? " On and on she admonished me, 
punctuating every few words with a slash of the crop.

Ten minutes later I was reduced to tears. My head hung 
down, my hands still clasped tightly to it. I was in 
pain everywhere. I could take no more.

"Please ma'am please stop. I promise to be good, I 
won't ever disobey you again. I swear, I've learned my 
lesson. Please ma'am have mercy. I beg you," I pleaded 
between sobs.

Lucy at last stopped hitting me and threw the crop 
onto the desk.

She sharply pulled the clamps from my nipples, I 
screamed silently in pain as the blood surged back 
through them. She sat with one buttock on the edge of 
her desk and folded her arms across her chest. I 
remained kneeling with my hands on my head.

"Get dressed. Remember why this happened and what you 
just said. Don't disobey me. If I haven't given you an 
instruction, don't just assume you can do what you 
want. If you're not sure about something ask me. You 
brought this on yourself John. I don't enjoy this any 
more than you do. Just behave yourself and we won't 
have to do it all again. Now go - get back to work and 
don't take that plug out without asking me first," she 
turned away and sat at her desk. She resumed her work, 
ignoring me.

I had received my punishment and been dismissed, " yes 
ma'am, thank you," I mumbled. I quickly dressed and 
with head hanging down in defeat I left, ignoring 
Amy's knowing smirk as I passed her.

I managed to avoid contact with anyone else as I made 
my way back to the cave: knowing if I was stopped I 
would as likely cry. That thought made me feel 
ashamed.

I sat at my bench. I was angry at Lucy and the way she 
had treated me. But the more I brooded on the subject 
the more I began to think that maybe she was right. It 
was my own fault; Everything was my own fault, I had 
just taken things for granted. I had agreed to obey 
her. I had no right to remove the butt plug without 
her say so. Of course she would be upset and angry, 
She had every right to be. I had really left her no 
option but to punish me. I was in the wrong and I 
deserved everything I got.

This is what I had to convinced myself to believe. The 
alternative was unthinkable. If Lucy did this because 
she didn't love me anymore, I didn't know how I could 
bare to live.

**

When I arrived home that afternoon I entered the back 
door (I still didn't possessed a key to the house. 
Lucy had decided some time ago that I didn't need one 
as there would always be someone at home to allow me 
access) I went to my room to change into my house 
clothes, or lack of clothes to be more precise. 
Wearing just a sleeveless vest I saw my reflection in 
the mirror, red stripes still covered my body and the 
butt plug was clearly visible. I sighed and went to 
start my chores and face Lynn's inevitable mockery.

My work at home wasn't as hard as it used to be as I 
had cleaned the house so often that it only needed the 
minimum of attention. However, this didn't stop Lynn 
finding fault and adding to the angry welts 
crisscrossing my body. I meekly accepted the abuse, 
and determined to make amends to Lucy I even mumbled 
my thanks to Lynn for chastising me. At no time did 
she mention the marks on my body or the butt plug and 
somehow I found this worse, it was as if they now 
considered physical abuse as a normal everyday thing.

Later when Lucy came home from work I was really 
nervous. I wasn't sure how to greet her; bearing in 
mind what had happened earlier in the day, but she 
acted completely normal. She kissed me and asked how 
my day had been (I really couldn't believe she had 
asked me that) then she said "I bought you something, 
to show there are no hard feelings. Still love me?" I 
nodded, a little sulkily "yes, I still love you" I 
told her but I was wary, Lucy's previous gifts to me 
lately had all been designed to cause me suffering. 
She handed me a carrier bag, I took it and looked at 
her smiling face. I emptied the contents onto my lap. 
There were seven small aprons, each just about large 
enough to cover ones genitals. Three were black, three 
white and one a bright pink, all of them were satin 
and frilly. I smiled a false smile of gratitude. Lucy 
looked really happy "I didn't think it was right that 
Lynn should have to see you all exposed every day. It 
must be so embarrassing for the poor girl, so I bought 
you these. I think they are so cute, don't you?" she 
sounded so enthusiastic.

"Cute! They're fucking hideous" I wanted to say, "and 
why couldn't I wear pants if Lynn didn't like seeing 
my cock, after all it wasn't my idea to be practically 
naked," but of course I just smiled and said a polite 
"thank you."

"Put one on, a black one I think" Lucy said excitedly.

Sighing I stood up and reluctantly placed the apron 
around my waist. Lucy tied the straps into a bow at my 
back.

I modelled the apron for her as she clapped her hands 
in glee. I felt more humiliated than if I were naked 
and I knew it would be even worse when Lynn saw me.

"It really suits you. You look quite sexy," Lucy said 
smiling widely.

I didn't feel sexy but I was determined not to let her 
see me sulk, I also needed the toilet " please Lucy 
can I use the bathroom?" I asked.

"Well I suppose so," she said "but don't forget to 
replace your butt plug," she warned me.

"I just need to piss Lucy," I explained, totally 
embarrassed again.

"Oh, Okay but be quick," she told me.

I hurried from the room, eager just to be on my own 
even for a few minutes, away from mocking eyes. 

**

Lucy watched John hurry away. She held her hand to her 
mouth to stop herself giggling. He looked so 
ridiculous with his tiny apron and the obscene plug in 
his ass, and to think Claude expected her to wear it. 
John had surprised her when he had asked to use the 
bathroom, she had only meant for him to seek 
permission to remove the plug. But if he felt he 
needed her consent just to piss, well, she was fine 
with that. The episode this morning obviously had had 
quite an effect on him.

She thought back and couldn't believe how excited she 
had become when she had whipped John. She had scared 
herself by how much she had enjoyed hurting him. She 
knew she had had to stop before she caused him some 
serious injury.

It hadn't started out that way. Lucy had again been 
hurt and humiliated by Stephen, he was growing ever 
more sadistic. She considered again stopping the whole 
thing. But as she thought of John, inexplicably she 
began to blame him for allowing her to do all the 
cruel things to him. Surely he would soon decide 
enough was enough and stand up to her. Be a man and 
make her stop, take the responsibility out of her 
hands. It was then she had decided to see just how far 
he would let her go. But his submissiveness had thrown 
her. She discovered the power she had held over him 
was intoxicating. Had he resisted at any time, just 
slightly, she would have relented. But the way he 
meekly accepted the beating caused her to want to hurt 
him all the more. She had wanted to test his limits. 
She had been determined to push him until he begged 
her to stop. And eventually he had. But the whole 
thing had had the opposite effect that she was 
seeking. Instead of rebelling he had become even more 
cowed. She finally realised John would never stand up 
to her, no matter what she did. Why bother trying to 
deny her feelings anymore? She enjoyed dominating 
John, it aroused her. And the fact that she had 
managed to convinced him to believe it was all his own 
fault had almost brought her to a climax. 

The minute John had left her office, Lucy knew that 
she just had to have an orgasm. She had summoned Amy, 
intending to have her assistant lick her pussy, but 
she had been so turned on that as soon as Amy entered 
the room Lucy had moved quickly to her and pulled the 
unresisting woman into an embrace, she kissed her 
passionately on the lips, her tongue tangled with 
Amy's as they explored one another's mouths. Lucy was 
amazed at how much she enjoyed the kiss, Amy's lips 
were so soft, so much softer than a man's, they also 
felt hot and swollen, she knew Amy was as excited as 
herself.

It seemed only natural that they should undress one 
another and make love. Lucy kept telling herself she 
wasn't a lesbian, but she did everything she 
instinctively knew a woman liked. She used her hands 
and mouth on almost every part of Amy's body, and Amy 
was only too happy to return the favour. They finished 
in a sixty nine position eagerly lapping at the each 
other's pussy

Lucy had an intense climax, bucking her hips against 
Amy's mouth. But the kisses were something else: Lucy 
had locked onto Amy's lips at every opportunity, in 
fact Lucy was so hooked she insisted on sharing a long 
lingering kiss before leaving the office that night.

No, she thought, she wasn't a lesbian. But she knew 
she would have Amy in her arms again and it would 
happen soon .

She just couldn't stop thinking about those lips and 
that tongue in her mouth.


Part Eight: Enslaved

If I thought my life was bad up to then, the next few 
days showed me how hard things could really be.

Lucy had announced out of the blue that she would be 
going away for ten days to finalise the contract with 
the Italians. This news seemed to make Lynn even more 
domineering.

I came home from work every day as usual, stripped off 
my clothes, donned my apron and did my chores. Lynn 
appeared to try her hardest to find the slightest 
fault with my work, and she made sure she thought of 
many other jobs for me to do. Of course, every order 
she gave me was accompanied with liberal use of her 
crop.

At the end of each day I found myself praying hard for 
Lucy to come home from work. Even if I had to sample 
one of Lucy's more exotic torments, at least I could 
tell myself I was agreeing to endure it willingly. To 
endure it because I loved her.

In an attempt to stave off more punishment I found 
myself obeying every command Lynn gave me. I wore what 
she told me, I ate what and when she told me, I 
accepted any punishment she decided I should have 
whether merited or not. All in all I became the 
perfect little submissive.

I had Lynn dominating me during the day, then Lucy 
made sure I didn't have time to relax and think for 
myself at night.

That week was nothing but work and whippings and 
humiliation from Lynn, and whippings, spankings 
humiliation and ass fucking from Lucy .

The night before Lucy was to leave I wondered with 
dread what the next ten days would have in store for 
me.

**

On Friday morning I travelled to work on the bus as 
Lucy had left early in her car.

She hadn't even told me goodbye, but I guess she 
hadn't wanted to wake me.

Back at home, once I had completed all my chores, I 
reported to Lynn as she watched TV in the lounge, with 
my hands held behind my back and eyes downcast as I 
had been instructed to do in the last few days.

"We have a lot of work to do before Lucy returns" Lynn 
informed me. She pressed the remote to silence the TV 
then stood up and proceeded to lead me down to the 
basement. There she told me exactly what I had to do. 
Based on Lucy's instructions, I set about remodelling 
the basement.

We had a large basement, most of which was used as a 
utility room, the remainder formed a small room just 
three metres square. It was filled with items that we 
no longer used and didn't really want, but we were 
just too reluctant or lazy to throw away. It was this 
room I would be altering.

I was set to work first clearing the small room and 
then fitting a new, more substantial door with a lock 
on the outside only.

Later that day some items were delivered and Lynn had 
me carry the large boxes down to the basement. I then 
spent an hour unpacking and assembling an iron bed 
frame and securing it to the wall. A cheap, thin 
mattress was supplied and this I put on the bed.

Lynn studied a hand drawn plan that she had been given 
by Lucy, detailing the fixing of various eyes and 
hooks in the walls, floor and ceiling. I drilled holes 
where she instructed me and screwed and fixed various 
fittings. As these were secured, Lynn attached chains 
and padlocks to them.

I looked around me and suddenly realised the room was 
becoming more and more like a cell or dungeon (how the 
hell had I not realised that before now?).

Lynn must have noticed my concern. She sat on the bed 
while I stood and she explained to me "Lucy is in line 
for a promotion if she lands this account. And if she 
does she will probably have to do a lot of 
entertaining. That will mean clients staying over, so 
she'll obviously need the extra bedrooms. So we 
thought you wouldn't mind if you have to sleep down 
here now and again."

It all sounded plausible. But I was really 
uncomfortable with it, especially the way the room was 
fitted out.

"Why all the chains and things?" I wanted to know.

"Don't worry about that, it's just something Lucy 
wanted" she said with finality.

She slapped her hands on her thighs and stood "I'm 
hungry," she announced and started to leave the room 
but stopped and turned to me.

"While you're cooking, I shall inspect your work from 
this afternoon, to see if there's any more punishment 
due" she saw my shocked and puzzled look "to add to 
what you earned by not addressing me correctly just 
now," she explained with a smile. she left me nervous 
and confused, knowing that I wasn't going to enjoy the 
evening.

Amy arrived home from work and the two girls showered 
and dressed while I prepared dinner. I served their 
meal as they sat at the dining table, I ate alone in 
the kitchen. When I started to clear away the plates 
Amy had me stand while she inspected my exposed body. 
She counted the welts and bruises, trying to guess how 
many strokes Lynn had been forced to give me today. 
The two of them had a fun time as I stood in 
humiliation.

I washed the dishes and hoped to disappear to my room 
for an evening of peace, but Lynn reminded me I had 
punishment to come.

The two girls had drunk two bottles of wine between 
them with their dinner, so they were both quite drunk. 
After a short discussion they thought it would be fun 
to have me lay over their knees to be spanked.

They were two drunk women, I was sober and twice as 
strong as them. It crossed my mind that I could throw 
them out of the house without raising a sweat. Instead 
I knelt and presented my behind for them to punish. I 
even asked them respectfully to correct me and thanked 
them after they had spanked me until their palms 
stung.

When I was permitted to go to my room I had to will 
myself not to cry in shame.

**

It took me all day Saturday and most of Sunday to do 
all the work in the basement to Lynn's satisfaction. I 
was hampered all the time by both women using any 
opportunity to hurt or humiliate me.

When I was finally finished Lynn had me lay on the bed 
"it's just the right size," she declared "now let's 
see what we can do with these,"she continued as she 
began to examine the chains and restraints attached to 
the bed.

To my shame, I lay and allowed her to attach iron 
cuffs to my wrists and ankles, in no time I was 
chained totally helpless. Lynn bent over me and pulled 
down on my chin, as my mouth opened automatically she 
forced a rubber ball into my mouth, she pushed it hard 
until it was settled behind my teeth and fixed it with 
a strap behind my head. I didn't fight her, instead I 
worked my jaw to find a more comfortable fit.

Lynn left the room and I was alone for some time. I 
wondered why I had allowed her to make me a prisoner 
so easily.

After what seemed hours but was probably minutes Lynn 
returned. She looked down at me as if I were an 
annoying stain she had to deal with. She pulled her 
crop form her belt, and I drew in a sharp breath 
through my nose and shook my head in silent pleading. 
Without a word she whipped me, she whipped me from my 
chest to my knees. I was unable to resist or even beg 
for mercy, she lashed without pity, without pause or 
hesitation. When I thought I would go insane with the 
pain, she suddenly stopped and looked down on me with 
a manic grin on her face.

I was trembling with fear and pain. I tried to beg for 
mercy but only garbled sounds emerged.

Without warning Lynn grabbed my balls. She squeezed 
and pulled, I groaned in agony, it made me feel 
nauseous, I screwed my eyes shut as pain enveloped my 
entire body. It took me a few seconds to realise she 
had stopped. I looked down through tear filled eyes 
and saw that she was tying a thin cord around my 
scrotum, she pulled the cord tight - so very tight - 
and in a few seconds my cock and balls were starting 
to turn blue.

She calmly threaded the cord through a ring in the 
ceiling. She pulled down on the free end forcing me to 
strain and raise myself upwards as much as I could. I 
screamed in pain as I was lifted from the bed by the 
cord .

My mind was screaming, begging her to stop, but then 
my nipples were on fire. I had my eyes tightly closed, 
when I looked, dreading to see what was happening, I 
saw Lynn attaching savage looking crocodile clamps to 
my nipples. She used more cord to connect the clamps 
to another ring in the ceiling. she pulled the cord 
tight, it felt as though my nipples were being ripped 
off of my chest. I felt I would go insane with the 
pain, I didn't know how I would be able to withstand 
it. But when I opened my eyes to try to plead with her 
I realised Lynn had left the room. I was alone again, 
left alone to suffer, I wouldn't have a choice but to 
endure the pain.

Lynn inspected her work. John looked to be in a lot of 
pain and she almost felt sorry for him, almost but not 
quite. She really liked John as a person, he was a 
decent and gentle man, but she liked dominating and 
tormenting him even more. It was at times like these 
when she had control of the entire house that she 
enjoyed most. She dreamt of one day owning a home like 
this and having her own slaves to torment and serve 
her. When she had taken the job of cleaner for John 
and Lucy she had felt depressed that it was the only 
work she could find. She never dreamt that it would 
lead to something like this, she never imagined being 
paid a ridiculously high wage to boss and subdue her 
employer. She never suspected the cruel and dominant 
urges she had inside of her. But they had surfaced and 
she was determined to satisfy them to the full. She 
smirked down at John as he strained in agony "oh well, 
if he's stupid enough to let this happen to him he 
deserves everything he gets," she thought and left the 
room. She shut and locked the door behind her, there 
was no need as John wasn't going anywhere but it 
seemed somehow symbolic.

Entering the lounge Lynn flopped down onto the sofa 
and reached for the phone on the side table. She leant 
back into the luxury of the expensive leather 
furniture, she lifted her feet to rest them on the 
bound form in front of her.

Amy grunted when Lynn's heels dug into her back "oh do 
be quiet I'm trying to make a phone call," Lynn 
admonished her, prodding the soft flesh on the side of 
Amy's breast with the toe of her shoe. Amy tried to 
remain quiet but it was hard, she was bound into a 
tight ball, her legs were tied together at her ankles 
and knees, she also had her big toes locked into a 
small set of thumb cuffs, her arms were tied at the 
wrists and just above the elbows, Lynn had tied them 
so tight that Amy's elbows were touching, her 
shoulders were wrenched back straining her muscles and 
joints.

She was on her knees, her ankles strapped to her 
thighs. She wore a two inch wide black leather collar, 
a rope connected one of the four rings in the collar 
to the binding around her legs, forcing her chin to 
touch her knees.

Another piece of rope stretched from her wrists to her 
ankles. A huge red rubber ball gag filled Amy's mouth, 
stretching her jaws agonisingly wide. She had been in 
this position for an hour and Lynn had taken advantage 
of Amy's helplessness by spanking her defenceless 
bottom whenever she desired.

Amy cried silently as Lynn deliberately ground her 
sharp heels into the soft flesh of her hip. Then, 
despite the pain and discomfort or maybe because of 
it, she started snorting through her nose as another 
orgasm approached.

Barry sat up on the sun bed and handed Lucy her phone 
when it started ringing. She looked at the display, 
shielding her eyes from the hot, bright sun, 
recognising the number she spoke into the phone.

"Lynn darling, how are you? is everything okay?"

"Oh yes. Everything's just great at this end. How is 
Bermuda?"

"It's beautiful and so hot. I've hardly moved from the 
pool since we got here, the heat makes you feel so 
lazy. All I have to worry about is my tan - in fact I 
should put some more sun cream on before I burn. So 
Lynn, what can I do for you or is this just a social 
call?" Lucy enquired.

"Oh, I just wanted to keep you updated with 
everything. Things have moved on quite a bit this 
weekend, I think you'll be pleased. John seems to be 
almost completely broken now. He's finished the work 
in the basement already, it's perfect by the way. I 
think you're going to have so much fun in that room - 
in fact I have him down there right now, he's chained 
to the bed and I think he's suffering quite a bit. I 
couldn't resist giving him a bit of a whipping, he 
just looked so inviting," Lynn explained.

"Oh my, that sounds wonderful. I almost wish I was 
there. How was he when he realised he was being moved 
into the basement?" Lucy wanted to know.

"That's the great part, I thought he would fight or at 
least sulk or argue but he didn't resist at all, he 
just accepted everything I told him to do. Even when I 
started to put the chains on him he just stood there 
like a puppet. I really think he's given up - I 
honestly think we've broken him," Lynn reported.

"This all sounds just perfect. I hadn't planned to 
finalise his enslavement for a few weeks yet, but I 
wonder if we should bring it forward, what do you 
think? would he accept it? would he agree to become my 
slave?" Lucy was getting excited, all her hard work 
and planning was soon to bear fruit.

"Yes, I think he would. But why don't we decide when 
you come home. Give me the next week or so to see how 
far I can push him, let me really put him through the 
mill. If he accepts all the suffering I have planned 
for him the way he has so far, I think he'll be ready 
to spend the rest of his life serving you," Lynn 
replied.

"Yum, this all sounds so delicious. It's been such a 
long time and now everything we planned is coming 
together it seems. You do what you think is best. 
You're the mistress of the house at the moment so 
don't hold back, don't give him a minute's rest. Now's 
the time to really express yourself. I'm looking 
forward to being greeted by a mindless slave when I 
return home ha ha. Keep me informed of any 
developments my sweet, otherwise carry on the good 
work and I'll see you in a few days," Lucy blew a kiss 
into the phone and hung up, she placed the phone on 
the table at her side. Turning over onto her front, 
she rested her head on her folded arms and smiled in 
satisfaction, "Barry be a darling and put some lotion 
on my back and then could you order some champagne, I 
feel like celebrating," she purred.

Lynn leaned back on the sofa, she replaced the phone 
and picked up her glass of wine and sipped. She licked 
her lips and studied the glass, she particularly liked 
this wine. She would use Lucy's credit card to order 
some more. Lazily, she slashed her crop across Amy's 
ass eliciting a muffled yelp. She grinned happily, she 
felt her life was so good at the moment. She had two 
slaves to serve her: the one at her feet willing and 
the one in the basement not so willing. Either way, 
both would provide her with so much fun. She had the 
power now and she was going to use it to the full. She 
wasn't concerned whether others suffered, in fact she 
intended to see that they did suffer, just as long as 
she herself was happy. Yes she concluded, life was 
good, but maybe not if your name was John Lester" she 
thought and giggled.

I thought I was in hell, every part of my body seemed 
to be screaming in pain. My strength had given out a 
while ago and now I hung motionless, supported only by 
the cords attached to my balls and nipples.

My nipples were stretched unbelievably to about two or 
three inches, the teeth of the clamps had ripped my 
skin causing a trickle of blood to run down my chest. 
My balls were almost black and my groin was a deep 
throbbing agony. I feared I had been permanently 
damaged, but I no longer cared, I would accept any 
damage if only the pain would stop.

Why was this happening to me? I didn't think I had 
done anything wrong. Why was Lynn treating me like 
this? Because she wanted to I suppose, Lynn seemed to 
do whatever she wanted nowadays. I wondered whether 
Lucy knew what was going on here - what Lynn was doing 
to me. But I was pretty sure there wasn't anything 
that happened in this house without Lucy's consent. So 
that would mean Lynn was only doing Lucy's bidding. 
Lucy had made it quite clear to me a while ago, I 
could be punished at any time just for fun if she 
desired. But this was more than just punishment, this 
was torture and it certainly wasn't fun. I groaned as 
another spasm of pain shot through my crotch, "oh god 
please make this stop. I promise to be good. If Lucy 
or Lynn want to punish me they can, I won't fight 
them, I'll do whatever they say only please, stop this 
pain," I was rambling and approaching delirium. I 
really thought I would be left there to die when it 
appeared someone up in heaven must have heard my 
prayer.

The door opened, Lynn entered, a glass of wine in one 
hand. She moved slowly into the room, studying me. I 
looked at her, silently pleading with my eyes, begging 
her to have mercy on me. She looked at me, running her 
hand lightly up and down the cord attached to my balls 
"would you like me to untie you?" she purred. I nodded 
eagerly, 

"I need to speak to you first and I want you to think 
hard about what I say," she said, she strolled around 
the bed and sipped her wine.

"When your wife gets home she wants, needs, to see a 
good obedient husband. Can you be that husband John, 
can you?" I would agree to anything she wanted. I 
tried to tell her but could only mumble through my 
gag, I nodded my head yes.

"Do you mean it? really, because if you do I can 
release you. Then we'll have to work really hard, 
we'll need to use the time until Lucy comes home 
teaching you to obey, do you understand what that 
means? You will need to obey Amy and me as you would 
your wife. I can help you John, I can train you to be 
exactly what Lucy wants. It won't be easy - it won't 
be easy for any of us, but if you love Lucy as much as 
she loves you this is how you can prove it. Do you 
want this John? Will you let me help you become the 
person Lucy wants you to be?" Lynn placed her glass on 
the table and moved toward me.

I couldn't nod my head yes fast enough, when Lynn 
removed my gag I tried to tell her I would be the 
perfect obedient husband, but my jaws were stiff and I 
sounded drunk as I slurred my words, much to Lynn's 
amusement.

**

We entered the lounge with Lynn leading me by a chain 
padlocked around my neck. I was otherwise free of my 
bondage but I shuffled stiffly, my whole body 
suffering with the punishment Lynn had bestowed on me 
earlier.

I was surprised to see Amy sitting on a straight 
backed chair with her hands tied behind her back. Lynn 
left me standing, the chain dangling to my feet. She 
released Amy who stood and hugged the younger girl, 
then looked her in the eyes with pure love.

Lynn came back to me and taking the chain she led me 
obediently to the sofa where she sat, she pulled the 
chain down to force me to my knees.

"Clasp your hands behind your head," she told me. I 
hesitated for only a moment.

"From now on, whenever you are in the presence of your 
betters you should be in this position, unless you are 
told differently do you understand?" I nodded and 
mumbled yes.

"Speak up, do you expect everyone to struggle to hear 
you? speak clear, be proud that you are permitted to 
speak. Now tell Amy and myself what you promised in 
the basement," she began my training.

I studied the two of them, they sat next to one 
another on the sofa, Amy rested her head on Lynn's 
shoulder, her left hand caressed Lynn's breast, she 
was showing me how things were now 'we can do whatever 
we like, you on the other hand must serve and seek 
permission for everything you do' was the signal she 
sent me. They waited for me to speak. I started to say 
something but only a croak emerged, I coughed with my 
hand over my mouth then immediately replaced it behind 
my head.

"Please Miss. I promise to be a good husband and obey 
my wife. I'll do whatever you tell me. I understand 
you may have to punish me and I will be happy to 
accept anything you desire. Please train me to be a 
better person."

"And do you agree to obey Amy and myself?" Lynn asked.

"Yes Miss, I'll obey you both or anyone else you tell 
me to. I just want you to be pleased with me," I was 
humiliating myself, but I felt completely defeated and 
broken and I genuinely meant every word. I would try 
as hard as I could to make Lucy love and be proud of 
me.

**

In the days that followed my training intensified. 
Both Lynn and Amy worked hard to prepare me for Lucy's 
return.

Each day I would return from work to do my usual 
chores, then I would spend the rest of the day and 
evening being instructed as to how to serve my 
betters.

I learnt that I was no more than a servant or a slave 
as I didn't contribute to the upkeep of the house or 
the quality of life that Lucy was entitled to, (my 
meager wages and the work I did around the house were 
considered to be my payment for being allowed to stay 
in Lucy's house, it wasn't my place to point out that 
it was partly my house).

I was also taught the proper way to address my betters 
and the positions I should adopt when in their 
presence.

Basically, I had to obey whatever order I was given 
and show the utmost respect to everybody and anybody. 
I was also taught the punishments and torments I could 
expect.

I learnt I would be punished harshly for any 
disobedience, but I would also be tormented simply for 
others entertainment.

I spent long periods in bondage, often in the most 
bizarre positions. I was also tortured and humiliated 
in the most inventive ways, this, Lynn told me, was to 
demonstrate to me what I should expect if I 
misbehaved, but I suspected it was as much for her 
enjoyment as she seemed very eager to try any new 
torment she could think of.

Everything that my two trainers did appeared to be 
designed to cause me suffering of some kind. I was in 
pain and restrained in some way at all times. I slept 
each night secured to the bed in the basement, always 
with clamps or some other painful torture on the more 
sensitive parts of my body, needless to say I didn't 
sleep well and as the days passed I became more and 
more tired and as such even if I wanted to rebel I 
never had the strength or the energy. So in 
consequence I became ever more submissive and 
compliant.

**

After a week something happened that clarified a lot 
of things for me, and even had me thinking that maybe 
there could be a way out of the situation I was in.

I was subdued and obedient, trying my best to please 
my mistresses. I wanted be the best servant ( slave) 
for them, and Lucy especially, that I could. I was 
determined to make them proud of me.

I must have convinced Lynn of my submissiveness as she 
occasionally left me unsupervised while I did my 
chores.

On one particular day Lynn left the house to meet with 
friends. I was on my knees cleaning the hall floor 
outside of Lucy's office when I heard her phone 
ringing. There was nothing unusual in this and as I 
was forbidden to enter Lucy's office or use the phone 
I ignored it and carried on with my work.

The call went to answer phone and I was surprised when 
I heard a voice from the speaker (Lucy never left the 
volume on when she wasn't here) even so I was still 
uninterested. My ears pricked up however when I heard 
the message.

"Hello Lucy, it's Mario. I was wondering if you were 
free this weekend as Claude and myself are in town and 
we would love to get together again, after all I 
thought it would be nice to add to my collection of 
your panties. Please ring me, you know the number. Oh 
and by the way, Claude wants to know whether you have 
tried the butt plug yet as he's longing to fuck your 
ass, his words not mine, so get back to me. Ciao."

I couldn't help listening and couldn't believe my 
ears. What the hell was that all about. Lucy was with 
them now, wasn't she?

I tried the door to Lucy's office, she normally kept 
it locked but the door swung open silently.

I was scared. Had Lynn set this up to test me - to 
trap me. I was scared of what would happen if Lynn or 
Lucy discovered I had entered this room. I was also 
scared of what that message meant.

I entered Lucy's office nervously. I hadn't been in 
here alone since I had lost my job and my wife had 
taken what was my office as her own. I pressed a 
button on her phone and replayed the message, my heart 
sank, Lucy had been cheating on me, that was the only 
conclusion I could come to. I slumped down on her 
chair, I felt tears in my eyes, then I realised 
something else.

If Mario and Claude were in town now, where was Lucy? 
She was supposed to be with them finalising their 
deal.

I was puzzled. I wondered what I could do. With no 
better idea I began to look over Lucy's desk and in 
her drawers not really knowing what I was looking for.

As I opened the bottom drawer I saw Lucy's laptop 
computer. She never did anything relating to work 
without her laptop. So I asked myself again, where was 
she?

I turned the laptop on, it was password protected. I 
tried all the obvious ones like birthdays, mother's 
maiden names and nicknames but none of them worked. I 
sat defeated not knowing what to do next when suddenly 
I had an idea.

When Lucy and I first met and began making plans for 
our future together and marriage was first mentioned 
Lucy had giggled and said "oh no, my initials will be 
L.L.L. I'll be known as la la la," we laughed and I 
said "no L.L.L. will stand for Lucy luscious lips," we 
laughed some more and then she said "Lucy luscious 
lips, yes I like that. You know, whenever we want to 
send each other secret messages or something we should 
each have a secret password and mine will be Lucy 
luscious lips."

It couldn't be, surely, but it was worth a try. I 
typed the letters and hit enter, Lucy's homepage 
appeared on screen, I was in.

I scanned Lucy's homepage and saw nothing unusual so I 
went to her email account. This was password protected 
too. I remembered helping Lucy set up her email 
account all those years ago, she had chosen her 
password, I typed johnswife, feeling sure that Lucy 
must have changed it since then, but to my amazement 
her account opened, "oh Lucy, Lucy, Lucy, for someone 
so intelligent you can be so naive" I said to myself.

I opened her inbox and immediately saw the messages I 
was hoping I wouldn't see.

The first one I opened was an on line check in for 
Lucy and Barry on a flight to Bermuda. Then a few days 
before there was conformation of a booking for a 
double suite in a couples resort in Bermuda, again for 
Lucy and Barry.

I felt physically sick as I looked at the proof of my 
wife's adultery. I wasn't sure whether I wanted to see 
any more but I knew I must.

There were bookings, receipts and messages showing 
countless times Lucy had not been where she claimed to 
be. I also found messages from the Italians, strongly 
suggesting she was up to something other than business 
with them. I was starting to suspect I was married to 
a slut, but worse was the fact that she had me locked 
in this fucking cock cage.

Everyone was fucking my wife but me.

There were also a lot of emails from Stephen and I 
realised they started around the time I lost my job. I 
opened one at random and felt my world fall apart, I 
read .

"Lucy my dear. just to let you know that your husband 
will no longer be employed by me as from Monday. May I 
remind you of our discussion. If our plan is to work 
you should ensure any money he has is either spent or 
controlled by you. Furthermore, I need to be informed 
of any attempt he makes to gain employment so we can 
ensure he is unsuccessful. Initially we need to make 
him dependent on you financially, then we can start to 
make arrangements to further subjugate him.

Why don't you visit my office tomorrow, we can discuss 
the next steps.

I felt sick and wanted to curl into a ball and cry 
myself to sleep. Instead I thumped the desk hard and 
shouted out loud "fuck, fuck shit fucking whore 
bastards" I was so angry but sad at the same time. I 
knew I should just put a stop to all their games and 
throw Lucy out on her ass, but I knew if I did that 
only Lucy and myself would be the losers. I also knew 
I didn't possess the courage, I had been downtrodden 
too long and trained too well. I had the information 
but I didn't know what I could do with it. If I 
confronted Lucy I would lose her, and despite 
everything she had done to me, or planned for me, or 
even her adultery, which hurt me the most, I still 
loved her. She was the one thing that meant more to me 
than my own freedom. She would be home in a few days 
and I knew I was destined to become her slave. A lot 
of time and planning had been involved in their 
scheme. Lucy, Stephen, Barry and I suspect Amy and 
Lynn must be involved, maybe even the Italians. I 
couldn't fight them all, I should just accept fate and 
resign myself to being a slave.

Crying, feeling defeated, I quickly closed Lucy's 
computer. Lynn could be home at any time. I was in no 
doubt she would find a reason to torture me, I didn't 
want to make it worse by being found in Lucy's office 
without permission. I left the room taking the 
computer with me. I didn't know what I would do with 
it and I also knew my life wouldn't be worth living if 
I was found with it, but I couldn't just leave it.

An hour later I had finished my work and I knelt with 
my hands behind my head to welcome Lynn home. The 
riding crop was on the side table, Lynn picked it up 
and I stood up without being told and bent to touch my 
toes, presenting my plugged ass. Ready to be beaten 
for her amusement. 

**

The day before Lucy was due back I was made to stand 
in the bath as Lynn and Amy scrubbed me clean. 

I was then inspected to ensure I would be presentable. 
Lynn decided it would be fun if I was shaved. They 
then took great delight in removing all trace of hair 
from around my mouth and, to my humiliation, my whole 
body from the neck down, I now felt more naked than 
ever.

Lynn inspected me as I stood naked, wet and shivering 
and declared I was ready to begin my life of 
servitude.

She stroked my face with the end of her crop and told 
me I had worked hard and done well.

I felt myself swell with pride and puffed out my 
hairless chest, both girls giggled at my macho 
display, but I didn't care, I did this for my wife.

I was ready for Lucy's return and I would make her 
proud of me.

That night I was chained as usual to my bed but 
allowed to sleep without pain.

**

Saturday morning arrived and I was awoken by Amy. She 
dressed me in my tiny black apron and leather wrist 
and ankle cuffs. She led upstairs where I prepared 
breakfast for my two trainers. They ate as I stood 
dutifully with my hands on my head awaiting 
instructions.

When they had finished eating the two of them sat as I 
spent the next hour reciting over and over the rules I 
was to follow in my new existence.

Around midday, as I was polishing the already gleaming 
brassware, Lynn received a phone call from Lucy 
informing her that my wife would arrive home within 
thirty minutes, "I can't wait to see you Lucy, we have 
a lovely surprise prepared for you," Lynn told her, 
then hung up. Both girls were very excited and at 
Amy's suggestion it was agreed that I should welcome 
Lucy home with a rosy ass.

I spent the remaining minutes over first one, then the 
other girls lap, having my ass and legs swatted with 
hands and crop.

Lucy pulled onto the drive in her Lexus. I was 
kneeling in the hall with my hands clasped behind my 
head facing the door. I twitched as pain still 
throbbed in my ass, but I felt both pleased and 
nervous as the door opened and she entered. My first 
thought was at how tanned she was. I was sad as I 
realised how had she achieved it. She dropped her case 
on the floor and with a big smile she hugged and 
kissed Lynn on the cheek. She then turned to Amy and 
kissed her lingeringly on the mouth. I noticed her 
hand cupping the girls ass.

Finally she turned her attention to me. She looked 
down expressionless on my kneeling form for a few 
seconds, then she just spun on her heel and walked to 
the lounge.

Lynn glared at me. She was obviously angry with me. 
She slapped me once, hard across the face, making my 
head spin.

"Stay there you useless lump," she snarled and 
followed the others into the lounge, closing the door 
behind her.

I couldn't think what I had done wrong, but I knew I 
must be at fault somehow. I felt so saddened that I 
had let Lucy down.

I remained kneeling on the cold floor tiles for the 
next hour - I didn't dare move. I could hear the three 
women talking and laughing on the other side of the 
lounge door, though I couldn't hear what was being 
said. I jumped as the door suddenly opened and Amy 
poked her head out.

"Take Lucy's cases up to her room then report here," 
she ordered and closed the door leaving me alone 
again.

I stood up to obey, and stumbled as my legs were 
cramped and refused to support me. I massaged my 
muscles and once I felt I could walk properly I picked 
up Lucy's cases and climbed the stairs to her room.

I entered the lounge as instructed. I soon found 
myself on my knees again. This time I knelt before 
Lucy and Lynn who were sitting on the sofa drinking 
wine. Lucy continued to look at me like I was a piece 
of meat in a shop. I wondered sadly what I had done 
wrong.

She lifted her foot, and with the toe of her shoe she 
lifted my apron to expose my bald and imprisoned 
manhood, a hint of a smile played on her mouth. She 
then placed the sole of her shoe on my balls and 
pressed down. I closed my eyes and cringed in pain. 
When she stopped I looked up at her face, she was 
licking her top lip seductively. She hooked the toe of 
one foot into the back of her shoe on her other and 
flipped it off. Then with her stocking clad foot she 
stroked the side of my face.

I held my position with my hands clasped behind my 
head as she ran her foot over my face, she then 
pressed her toes to my mouth. I instinctively flicked 
my tongue out to lick her foot. She smiled properly 
then, so I knew I had done the correct thing. With her 
foot still at my mouth I continued licking. After a 
few minutes Lucy pushed her toes between my lips. I 
sucked on her foot as she pushed it further inside. 
Soon my mouth was full. I sucked and licked as best I 
could, my lips were stretched as half of Lucy's foot 
filled my mouth.

Eventually she withdrew her toes and rested her foot, 
wet with my saliva on my shoulder. At last she spoke 
to me .

"What are you?" she asked. I didn't really understand 
her question but I answered anyway.

"I'm your husband."

She looked at me with a serious expression. I hoped I 
hadn't made another mistake.

"You've always been my husband. I want to know what 
you are now?" her wet toes were stroking the side of 
my face. I thought for a few seconds "erm, I am your 
slave," I mumbled.

"What did I tell you about speaking clearly?" Lynn 
snapped "I, I'm s.sorry Miss. I am your slave ma'am," 
I repeated, this time in a clear voice.

"Yes, you are, and I believe Lynn has explained to you 
all that entails," Lucy spoke to me as if she were 
addressing a business meeting.

"Yes ma'am," I answered . I looked at the floor 
dejectedly.

"Good. So let's see what you've learned."

Lucy kicked off her other shoe and stood up. She held 
Lynn's crop in her hand and flicked it cruelly across 
my cheek. 

"Follow me," she commanded. I struggled to my feet 
with my hands still clasped behind my head. My face 
stung where the crop had connected but I resisted the 
urge to rub away the hurt. I followed Lucy from the 
room, trailed by Lynn and Amy.

In the basement Lucy inspected the new fixtures and 
fittings.

"Yes I like it. You did well," she told Lynn as she 
played with a chain dangling from the ceiling. She 
then turned to stand behind me.

"Hands behind your back," she ordered. I complied, and 
felt the cuffs on my wrists fastened together. She 
moved back in front of me and sat down on the bed as I 
stood before her. From the side table she took a ball 
of cord - the same one as Lynn had used on my first 
night down here. Lucy reached forward and grasping my 
penis, she pulled me to her. She tied one end of the 
cord tightly around my balls, then kept wrapping turn 
after turn about my balls sac and the base of my cock. 
She pulled each turn as tight as she could, even 
seeking the help from the others to ensure the cord 
was tight as possible. She worked in a detached way, 
concentrating on the job in hand, not giving any 
thought to my feelings.

A burning, aching sensation began in my groin, but it 
wasn't as painful as I would have suspected.

Soon my scrotum was hidden beneath a mass of tight 
cord, and Lucy, helped by Lynn, fastened my ankles to 
each end of a three foot long bar. A chain, hanging 
from the ceiling was clipped to the rings on my wrist 
cuffs. Amy began pulling down on the other end of the 
chain and my arms were pulled upwards, forcing me to 
bend forward until I thought my shoulders would 
dislocate.

I groaned when Lynn screwed clamps onto my nipples, 
and though they hurt terribly, I was glad they were 
not the ones with teeth.

All three women examined their handiwork, checking and 
tightening things here and there, treating me as if I 
were just an object.

Lucy squatted down behind me. She began tapping her 
crop lightly against my bound balls. Although each tap 
in itself wasn't too bad the culmination of the 
unending strikes started to build into an agonising 
ache. Soon I was groaning and writhing in pain. It 
grew worse with each tap and I wasn't sure I could 
bare it any longer, but of course I had no choice. My 
suffering grew. I thought I was going to be sick and 
pass out, but even that small mercy was denied me and 
I found my whole body engulfed in a numbing agony. 
Each small tap seemed to thunder and vibrate 
throughout my bound form.

I suddenly realised I was crying out loud and begging 
for mercy. Tears were running down my face as I 
pleaded with them to please stop the pain. I promised 
to be the perfect slave, to do anything they wanted if 
only they would please stop.

I only realised Lucy had stopped hitting me when she 
appeared in front of me. She grabbed a fistful of my 
hair and forced my head up to look at my face.

"Don't cry now. This is just a sample of what your 
life will be from now on. I don't suppose you'll ever 
get used to the pain, but console yourself with the 
knowledge that the more you suffer the more pleasure 
you give me," she released my hair and my head dropped 
in misery.

Through the red mist of pain that seemed to fill my 
mind I heard Lucy telling Lynn and Amy to strap on 
dildos.

Lucy told Lynn she was to use the largest one to fuck 
my ass, while Amy ravaged my mouth. 

"And don't be too gentle," she informed them.

Lynn was reluctant to use her dildo when she realised 
part of the device was a smaller cock which was to be 
inserted in herself. Shyly she declared "I'm a virgin. 
I've never had a penis inside of me before."

Lucy hugged and kissed her "Oh, how simply delicious " 
she cooed.

Lynn and Amy exchanged dildos and got themselves into 
position. Amy wasted no time, more pain coursed 
through my agonised body as she thrust deep into my 
ass with one determined push. Lynn had her hand in my 
hair and she forced my head back until my mouth gaped 
open. Her dildo soon crashed against the back of my 
throat. I almost gagged, but managed to stop myself 
and wrapped my lips around the plastic intruder. At 
the edge of my vision I could see Lucy take Lynn's 
face in her hands and press her lips to the girls 
mouth, her tongue dancing over and between Lynn's 
lips. Lynn stopped thrusting into my mouth while she 
concentrated on returning Lucy's kiss, not caring that 
the plastic cock remained jammed in the back of my 
throat. I began struggling for air.

As I gurgled and dribbled saliva around the thing 
jammed in my mouth, Lucy pulled herself away from 
Lynn's lips.

"When we're finished here, while we leave John to 
think about his future. I'm going to take both of you 
to my room. There, I'm going to take your cherry. Then 
I'm going to fuck you both all night," Lucy declared,

Lynn's answer was a moan of sheer lust. 

All the time, Amy kept pumping into my ass, causing 
the clamps on my nipples to swing painfully. 
Occasionally the plastic balls of her strap - on 
connected with my own, causing more pain, and me to 
moan in pure agony.

They simply used me. The three women gained no 
satisfaction that I could tell, apart from the 
pleasure of torturing me. When they had had enough, 
Lynn and Amy left the room. I hung in bondage, in 
total defeat.

Lucy kissed Lynn and Amy and sent them to her bedroom 
to await her. She studied her husband as he hung in 
his bonds. On her return from Bermuda she had decided 
to act cold and distant. She would try to make him 
rebel, give him one final chance to show some 
backbone. She would show him what being a slave would 
be like.

She loved spending time with John, but ever since she 
had begun this mad scheme she felt she needed to play 
the dominant role. Then when she was using him or 
tormenting him, she found his submissiveness 
infuriating and so she would treat him worse, and then 
she would become aroused and grow even nastier. It was 
a vicious circle.

She looked at his bound testicles and the suffering on 
his face. She had humiliated him, she had beaten him, 
and he had meekly accepted it all. Now she knew, it 
was inevitable. Tomorrow, her husband would become her 
slave. 

**

Lucy sat on the bed after the other girls had left. 
She lifted my head by my hair and kissed me tenderly 
on the mouth. I was surprised to say the least. She 
stood up and released my arms from the ceiling, I 
collapsed on the bed in exhaustion.

She rolled me over onto my back "Are you okay? " she 
asked me as she began to remove the cord from my 
balls. The pain surprised and overwhelmed me. The cord 
had been embedded into my balls so tightly, removing 
it felt as if my skin was being peeled away. I tensed 
and groaned in agony as each turn was unwound. Lucy 
licked her lips, she seemed to relish the pain she was 
causing me.

"You did well John. You pleased me. You should rest 
now, you have a big day tomorrow and I want you to be 
perfect. I need you to impress all the others, can you 
do that John, well?" 

I was cringing and making small whining noises as she 
unwound the cord from my balls, it felt like my crotch 
was on fire and I struggled to answer "I won't let you 
down ma'am I promise. I just want to please you. I'll 
do whatever you tell me," I promised her. With a tug 
she pulled the last of the cord away. I cried out and 
doubled up in pain, my knees touching my chest. Lucy 
waited for me to calm down then looked me in the eyes 
and spoke to me.

"I have a few guests coming over tomorrow. That's when 
we'll make your slavery official. There will be a test 
of your obedience, but I'm sure you'll come through it 
okay. Just remember to do everything you're told and 
we can start our new life together."

I started to say something but Lucy pressed her 
fingers to my lips "you don't speak without 
permission, and I don't want to hear you at the 
moment," she said.

As I lay on the bed she removed the remainder of my 
bonds. She locked a chain around my neck and secured 
the other end to the bed. She sat beside me and kissed 
me, pushing her tongue deep into my mouth.

"Sleep now. Dream of me. I'm so looking forward to 
having you as my slave" she stroked my cheek then 
stood up. With a final smile she walked from my cell 
to keep her appointment with the other girls.

**

I was left in relative peace and allowed to complete 
my chores the next day, though now leather cuffs and 
short chains on my feet and wrists made up part of my 
uniform.

There was a distinct feeling of excitement and tension 
in the air. Lynn fussed around me, ensuring I did 
everything right.

There was also I noticed, an excessive amount of 
kissing and caressing whenever any of the three women 
came into contact with each other.

Around midafternoon Lucy pulled me up from my knees 
where I was polishing the hall floor and spoke to me, 
she looked worried and gripped my arm.

"In a couple hours my guests will arrive and I don't 
want to be embarrassed. You won't embarrass me will 
you John?" she said earnestly.

"No ma'am. I know how much this means to you. I won't 
disappoint you, I promise," I reassured her.

**

I was in the basement, sitting on my bed, when Lynn 
came for me. She wrapped a chain around my neck and 
tugged me from the room.

As we entered the lounge I saw Lucy sitting on the 
sofa with Barry next to her. Stephen sat in my 
favourite armchair and Amy hovered nearby with a tray 
of drinks.

I almost resisted when I saw the two men; I wasn't 
expecting them, I felt ashamed of my naked and 
submissive appearance. Lynn gave a tug on the chain 
and I stumbled on obediently.

She led me over to stand in front of Lucy. She 
whispered in my ear "on your knees" I knelt and 
clasped my hands behind my head, the twelve inch chain 
connecting my wrists hung cold on the back of my neck.

Lucy whispered something to Barry and giggled, Barry 
turned red and looked embarrassed. Lucy then looked at 
me as if she had just realised I was there.

"You know why you're here?" she asked me.

"Yes ma'am," I replied.

"Well?" she pressed, impatient for my answer. I looked 
around, everybody in the room was quiet, waiting to 
hear what I would say.

"I'm you're slave. I'm here to serve you ma'am," I 
said with my eyes on the floor.

Lucy allowed herself a smile. Everything was going 
just as she planned. She only needed to explain a few 
new rules to John and have him agree to them, then her 
work would be done and their new relationship could 
officially begin .

"Yes you are. You are now my slave, completely. You 
are also a slave to my friends. From this moment on, 
you will obey me and anyone else without question, 
understand?" I made to answer, but she held up her 
hand to stop me "speak only with permission" she 
warned, then continued "I won't go into all the rules 
you will now live by at this time, no doubt you will 
learn all of them as we go, but needless to say you 
will be punished for any infraction and punished 
severely. Also you may be punished for no other reason 
than to provide entertainment for me or any of my 
friends should we wish it. In short, I own you. You 
have no rights. You exist solely for my pleasure. Is 
that clear?."

I let her words sink in, it was what I had expected. I 
knew I could walk away now, leave this all behind me. 
But I also knew, I no longer possessed the strength or 
the will to resist. 

"Yes ma'am. I understand," I said in my most humble 
voice.

"Good. Now, I need you to sign these papers. Some of 
them are not exactly legally binding, but we needn't 
worry about any of that. There's no need for you to 
read them. As a slave you're not really entitled to an 
opinion anyway. I want you to sign them, so that's all 
that should really matter to you after all. We just 
want to have everything clear and in the open," she 
was all business as she spread a number of documents 
on the small table to the side of her seat.

I signed the papers without hesitation or reading 
them. I did manage see a contract that stated that I 
agreed to everything and anything that had or would 
happen to me of my own free will, I also noticed that 
I had signed away my house and all my possessions. All 
of these documents had already been witnessed 
beforehand, but I no longer cared and signed whatever 
was put in front of me.

Lucy gathered up the signed papers and placed them in 
her briefcase. She then leaned toward me and holding 
my chin in her right hand, she looked me in the eyes.

"Do you consent to be my slave," she asked solemnly.

"Yes ma'am, I will be your slave," I answered, with 
equal solemnity.

Lucy reached over to the side table and picked up a 
dull coloured metal collar. She opened it and placed 
it around my neck. I noticed that there was a tongue 
protruding form one half, this entered a slot on the 
other and clicked into place. I could see no lock or 
release mechanism. Once closed it hung loosely around 
my neck.

"This collar can only be removed by cutting it off. 
You will wear it always: it will be a symbol of your 
servitude. Also you will continue to wear your cock 
cage until I decide otherwise, who knows? Maybe for 
all time" she explained.

"Why not have his balls or cock pierced so the cage 
can be fastened permanently," Stephen suggested, Lucy 
turned her attention toward him and settled back into 
the sofa.

"That's not a bad idea Stephen. Actually, I was toying 
with the thought of having him pierced in various 
other places anyway, so yes, we could do that," Lucy 
told him. They were talking about me as though I 
wasn't there.

They continued to discuss what plans they should make 
regarding my slavery. Amongst other things it was 
decided that initially my septum, nipples and cock 
should be pierced. I was to live in my cell in the 
basement unless I was required to be elsewhere. At 
which point Stephen said he would have dog cages 
installed at work and at his house. Lucy agreed but 
said I wasn't going anywhere until I was completely 
broken and subservient. Lynn opined that I already was 
broken, but Lucy said she wanted to spend some more 
time training me, if for no other reason but for the 
fun of it.

"How about having your name tattooed on him," Lynn 
suggested.

 Lucy liked that idea, but then said she thought 
slaves were supposed to be branded like in historical 
times.

The next several minutes were spent in discussion 
about what brands I should be given and how they would 
do it. Throughout it all I knelt in silence with my 
hands behind my head as they discussed the ways to 
enslave me.

The conversation went on like this until Lucy 
eventually proposed a toast. Amy served them all 
champagne and Lucy raised her glass "to our new 
slave," she declared, then she looked at me and smiled 
warmly.

"Okay John," she leaned forward and cocked her finger 
to draw me closer, then she whispered to me, 

"You have made me so happy John. I'm so proud of you. 
Now I need to tell you something. I need to tell you 
that I love you, because I do, so very much. I love 
you more than anything in the world. This sacrifice 
you are making means so much to me. I want you to 
always remember that I love you, because after tonight 
I won't ever say it again. We are now mistress and 
slave. I think we can live so happily together just as 
long as you accept that I own you, you exist only to 
please me. Can you do that John? Can you?"

I looked at her beautiful face. I knew she was being 
truthful: she really did love me, and I would always 
love her.

I knew I could never deny her anything.

"Yes Mistress. I'm your slave. I live only to please 
you" as I said this Lucy placed he hand on my cheek,

"You do please me John But now I need you to prove 
yourself to me. I know one thing that you abhor. Do 
this, and I can believe that you love me," she relaxed 
back into the sofa. Barry stroked her thigh, "I want 
you to crawl on your hands and knees over to Stephen 
and beg him to allow you to suck his cock" she said.

I was stunned. I felt physically sick at the thought 
of sucking another man's cock, but to my credit I 
hesitated for only a few seconds. I knew I would 
embarrass Lucy in front of all her friends if I 
refused.

I had already declared I would do anything she wanted 
and I was determined not to fail at the first hurdle.

I was naked except for a small pink apron and my 
chains as I crawled slowly and knelt before my former 
boss. I stared at his crotch because I couldn't look 
him in the face.

I had to force myself to speak.

"Please Sir, may I suck your cock," I asked quietly 
and humbly. All the time I was praying he would say 
no. He was smoking a cigar as he considered my 
request, he flicked ash and it landed on my face. I 
stupidly thought how Lucy had forbidden me to smoke in 
the house many years ago, so why was this man allowed 
to,.

"When you speak to me, in fact when you speak to 
anyone, you will address them as Master or Mistress. 
Do you understand?" I coughed as he blew smoke into my 
face, my eyes stung.

"Yes Master I understand, " I said between coughs.

"Good, now ask me properly," he commanded.

"Please Master may I suck your cock ?" I asked again. 
I looked up to see his smirking face. It was obvious I 
was less than dirt to him. I hated him. For no 
particular reason I suspected Stephen to be behind a 
lot of what had happened to me. I also knew I would 
obey his every command.

"Now let's see, do I want your mouth on me?.. Hmmm," 
he made a show of considering my request. He studied 
me, and I now willed him to say yes: I was certain I 
would be blamed and punished should he refuse me.

"Yes, I don't see why not. It might be interesting to 
see whether your cocksucking technique is as good as 
your wife's," I realised he was mocking me. I turned 
my head slightly to look at Lucy, she had a smug 
expression as she stared back. Then as she watched me 
she placed her hand on Barry's crotch and squeezed. 
She was letting me know my new position in our 
marriage. She was showing me that she could do just as 
she wished.

I realised I was now at a crossroads; I could walk 
away, nobody would stop me. But I would lose 
everything including Lucy, but keep my freedom, or I 
could submit now and spend my life a slave, serving my 
wife and any others she wanted me to. But I really had 
no choice, the simple truth was that I was so in love 
with Lucy, I couldn't bear to live without her.

I returned my attention back to Stephen and placed my 
chained hands on his crotch. I unzipped his fly, his 
erect penis almost sprang out. I slowly lowered my 
head, I felt physically sick with revulsion. my lips 
stayed inches from his penis. I couldn't do it. I was 
about to turn away, but then Stephen pushed down on 
the back of my head and my mouth made contact with 
him. Fighting down my nausea, I licked the head of his 
cock. There was still some macho spark left in me as I 
couldn't help thinking, "he's not as big as me." 
Resigned now, I finally slid my mouth over his cock 
and down the shaft. I thought of the way Lucy sucked 
me and how good it felt,. To save myself being 
punished I tried to copy her. I thought I had better 
please Stephen and make a good job of it. I began 
moving my head up and down sucking him a bit deeper 
each time.

I sucked him as I had been trained to suck Lucy's 
dildo. Soon Stephen began forcing himself deep into my 
throat. I was concentrating hard on making it as 
pleasurable for him as I could when I felt somebody 
grab my buttocks.

The cheeks of my ass were pulled apart and the butt 
plug was removed. I groaned around Stephen's penis as 
the wide head of the plug was pulled from me. I felt a 
cock easily penetrate my stretched ass. I immediately 
thought it must be Lucy with her strap on dildo. Yet 
somehow this felt different. I suddenly realised with 
horror, that as I sucked Stephen, my ass was being 
fucked by yet another man, Barry! I shuddered with 
revulsion but knew there was little I could do now to 
stop him. As he started to drive into me I thought 
again, with some sort of perverse pride "you're not so 
big either."

It didn't hurt as much as when Lucy took me with her 
dildo. And after a while, to my shame, I began to find 
it pleasurable. I could no longer find anything wrong 
with a man fucking me, after all, what difference was 
it to having one of Lucy's dildos inside me.

I was guided in my cocksucking by Stephens hands. His 
penis was pushing against the back of my throat, drool 
was spilling from my mouth over his crotch. I felt him 
throb and seem to swell in my mouth. He pulled my head 
hard into him and my mouth was suddenly filled with 
more sperm than I could imagine coming from one man. I 
just managed to control my gag reflex.

I knew without being told that I should swallow it, 
but try as I might I couldn't take it all, sperm ran 
from my mouth down Stephens cock and over his crotch. 
I guessed I should lick it all up. This was even worse 
than sucking him but I forced myself to do it. I was 
almost physically sick. His penis was now rapidly 
shrinking and I took it again in my mouth and licked 
it clean. I felt Stephen growing hard again. I managed 
to clean up every last drop just as he made me start 
sucking him again.

Barry was still thrusting into me and I felt ashamed 
as I started to move my hips in time with him. Soon he 
groaned and I felt him push into me hard. I then felt 
a hot sensation fill my ass as Barry came inside me. 
At almost the same time Stephen seemed to decide he 
had enough and pushed me away.

I knelt in defeat and misery. I had been forced to 
humiliate myself in the worst possible way I could 
think of. Barry withdrew from me and sat back on his 
heels. I saw Lucy lean forward and kiss Barry 
passionately.

"You were wonderful darling," she told him and I 
realised I was no longer considered her husband. I 
really was no more than a slave to her now, but I 
promised myself I would be the best slave there was.

**

Lucy and Barry sat on the sofa, whispering and 
giggling together. John knelt patiently on the floor 
at Lucy's side awaiting a command as she casually held 
the leash attached to his collar.

Stephen walked, a glass of brandy in his hand, across 
the room to where Lynn gazed out of the picture window 
at the moon reflected on the pool.

"You did a really splendid job, "he told her.

Lynn turned to him in surprise.

"Pardon? I'm sorry, I was miles away," she said.

"With John, you did a really splendid job, with 
training him I mean. I understand you did most of the 
work."

"Oh I see. Erm yes, I did do quite a lot I suppose. 
But it was all for Lucy and you know what? I enjoyed 
it, I really did," she shrugged and smiled.

"Of course, I expect you would, after all, it's not 
everyone who gets the power you had over a man twice 
your age, and what are you, twenty two , three?" he 
said.

"I'm twenty," Lynn told him blushing, "and yes it was 
fun having power like that. I just hope Lucy still has 
a use for me," she said looking over to where her 
employer was kissing her lover, much to her husband's 
despair.

"Yes. And you know, I've always found, in all my 
experience that power is the ultimate turn on," 
Stephen said.

"It certainly was a turn on, I can tell you that. I 
was just a lowly housekeeper, when I was offered the 
job of supervising my boss, well, let's just say it 
was interesting."

"Yes, I can see how it would be. But suppose you could 
have so much more?" he said. Lynn had a puzzled look 
on her face.

"How do you mean? I don't understand, " she said.

"How about a house like this," Stephen said sweeping 
his arm out to indicate the whole room "you're own 
slave to train maybe. What if you could have all of 
this? Tell me? what would you say to a small 
experiment?" he asked.

"What kind of experiment," Lynn asked with suspicion, 
Stephen grinned.

"Let's say we take a beautiful, successful woman, 
perhaps one with her own slave and the world at her 
feet. We then set about destroying her. We strip her 
down to nothing, take everything she has, make her 
feel worthless and turn her into a drooling slave 
herself. A slave to serve you. And you also get 
everything that was once hers?" Stephen sipped his 
Brandy and tilted his head in question.

"That's a very interesting proposition. Did you have 
anyone particular in mind?" Lynn played along.

"Well now...let me see...how about... Lucy?" he turned 
from surveying the room and looked seriously at Lynn. 
"How would you like to own this house and have our 
beautiful hostess kneeling at your feet as your total 
slave?"

Lynn turned to Stephen and smiled. She drained her 
wine and held out her glass for him to refill.

"I think I would like that very much."


Part Nine: Retribution

I opened the door to Lucy's bedroom and entered 
carrying a tray with two cups of steaming, fresh 
coffee. I placed the tray on the dresser beside Lucy's 
bed. She stirred and opened her eyes, she smiled 
sleepily and pushed herself up into a sitting 
position. She stretched her arms up and yawned, the 
sheet fell to her waist and I stared longingly at her 
perfect breasts. She made no move to cover herself as 
I handed her a cup from the tray. She sipped the 
coffee, I crossed to the window and opened the blinds, 
allowing bright sunlight to flood the room. A groan 
came from the bed and I saw Barry squinting against 
the light as he awoke. Lucy leant down and kissed him 
"good morning sleepy head," she said.

Barry struggled to sit up, he held out his hand and I 
dutifully passed him his coffee. He sipped "Ahh , 
that's good," he declared, he placed his cup on the 
bedside table, then turned to Lucy, he kissed her 
cheek as his hand cupped her breast. He looked at me 
and grinned. He knew how much it still hurt me to see 
him sharing my wife's bed.

Trying to ignore his mocking smile, I went into the 
en-suite bathroom and fetched two large fluffy towels 
and hung them on the rail to warm up. Next I turned on 
the shower so it would be the correct temperature when 
Lucy used it. A few seconds later she entered the room 
naked, she drank the last of her coffee and handed the 
cup to me. She stepped into the shower, before she 
slid the door closed Barry joined her.

I went back to the bedroom and started to straighten 
the bed and collect any discarded clothing, all the 
time trying to block out the squeals and giggles 
coming from the shower.

I laid out Lucy's clothes for her, then did the same 
for Barry. His clothes now filled the wardrobe that 
once held mine, Lucy had had me bag up most of my 
possessions to be sent to the local charity shop.

I now waited until they emerged from the shower. Lucy 
was first and I wrapped her in the warm towel. As she 
stood, I lovingly dried her. She pulled the towel 
around herself and tucked it together above her 
breasts. She went to the bedroom to dress as Barry 
stepped from the shower. He sported an erection and 
gloried in my humiliation as I was forced to dry him. 
This was not a new experience for me, but I would 
never get used to towelling the body of the man who 
had cuckolded me.

Barry didn't stay here every night, but when he did he 
always enjoyed showing the power he had over me.

I had dried his body and was on my knees tending to 
his legs and feet. As I finished he turned his back to 
me, I knew what this signified. Each morning Barry 
would have me serve him in particular ways: I may have 
to suck his cock, lick his feet or something equally 
degrading. Today I planted kiss after kiss on his ass, 
telling him all the time how lucky Lucy was to have a 
real man at last and how jealous I was of her, how I 
wished he would fuck me as he did Lucy.

I was finally dismissed when he just walked away to 
get dressed. I was left on my knees, just one more 
shameful episode finished. I climbed to my feet and 
went to prepare breakfast.

Lucy and Barry were joined by Lynn and Amy as I served 
the four of them, I ate alone in the kitchen. I 
cleared the dining table and tidied the kitchen, by 
the time I had finished, Lucy, Barry and Amy had left 
for work. I then set about my daily chores. Lynn did 
whatever Lynn does. I saw her occasionally, namely 
when she decided to torment me. I had long since known 
that Lynn had a sadistic streak and there weren't many 
times when I would be free of bondage or some sort of 
torment or hindrance while I worked. Today she had 
pushed a pair of her panties into my mouth, telling me 
to hold them there until told otherwise. She had also 
clamped my nipples. This was the sort of routine I had 
come to know, serving my owners, doing chores and 
accepting anything they wanted to do to me. I had been 
a slave now for a month and most days were very much 
the same. Lucy and her friends enjoyed themselves, 
they socialised and entertained, the took trips and 
visited.

I stayed home and served.

I had been out of the house only twice since my 
slavery began a month ago. Both times I was taken by 
Lucy to Stephen's house. The first time was an evening 
visit. Stephen had company: two couples, all of them 
in their mid-forties. Although they obviously knew of 
my situation they seemed to be somewhat inhibited, 
causing the atmosphere to be a little stilted. Stephen 
tried to make his guests feel more comfortable. 
Eventually, Constance, the younger of the two women, 
asked me whether I was a slave to my wife willingly, 
"Tell her John. Tell her the truth," Lucy ordered.

I took a few seconds to compose my answer, "I love my 
wife. I'll do anything for her, I only want to see her 
happy. She wants me as her slave and I am happy and 
willing to be so," I looked at each person in the 
room, hoping I had said the correct thing. I knew if I 
hadn't, Lucy or Stephen would relish punishing me.

The four guests slowly became less nervous and began 
giving me commands, treating me like a servant. This 
was progress for them but not enough for Stephens 
liking. He surreptitiously whispered something to 
Lucy, she passed the message on to me and following 
her command I had an 'accident', spilling wine while 
serving Constance.

"John, you useless lump, clean it up," Lucy said 
harshly. I hurried to fetch a cloth.

"Would you like to punish him?" Lucy asked Constance, 
embarrassed to by singled out, she shook her head no 
"it'll be alright. It was an accident," she answered.

"Well if you don't, I'll have to. He needs to learn 
that nothing less than perfect is acceptable," Lucy 
told her.

"I'll do it, I'll punish him. Can I spank him?" Blair 
piped up. All heads turned to her. She was a small 
woman: no more than five feet tall, she was also very 
plain and dowdy looking with a receding chin and 
frizzy greying hair.

She was flushed and clearly excited at the prospect of 
administering my punishment.

Lucy smiled and told me to fetch the paddle that she 
had brought with her.

Within a few minutes I was lying face down over the 
tiny woman's knees, my naked ass ready to receive 
twenty blows from Lucy's wooden paddle. Lucy 
instructed Blair as to the most effective way to 
strike, then with five pairs of eyes watching, she 
spanked me. 

The first couple blows were halfhearted, but as 
Blair's confidence grew so did the power of her arm. 
It was not as painful as the spankings I regularly 
received from Lucy and Lyn, but still the hot burning 
sensation grew until I was crying out and struggling 
to hold back my tears.

After the spanking all inhibitions were lost and I 
spent the remaining three hours as a plaything. The 
two women seemed to be in competition with one another 
as to who could humiliate or hurt me more. Even so, 
their best efforts still fell short of a lot of things 
I had endured over the past year. The two men weren't 
so enthusiastic, they seemed to hold me in contempt 
and were happy to watch their wives enjoy themselves. 
I wondered whether they were concerned they might find 
themselves in my position, now that their spouses had 
been given a taste of dominating a male.

All in all it seemed that the evening was a success. 
Both couples left happy, and I suspect, aroused. 
Though, despite the opportunity available, none of 
them had forced themselves on me sexually. I guessed 
there would be some panting and sweating in two 
particular bedrooms that night.

Lucy was, as always, eager for sex. For the first time 
I witnessed her sucking Stephen's cock. She told him 
she would prefer some privacy but Stephen insisted I 
stay. He enjoyed humiliating her and wanted me to see 
him do so. I wanted to cry for her.

She defused her temper by having me travel home in the 
trunk of her car, then by tying me severely and 
thrashing me to tears with her belt. She grabbed a 
dildo from the table in my basement room, "Barry's not 
here tonight, I suppose I'll have to be satisfied with 
this," she declared, waving the dildo. She left me 
hogtied on the bed, in terrible pain and with no hope 
of release or sleep that night.

Under a week later I was again taken to Stephen's, 
this time Lucy didn't stay, but left me in Stephen's 
charge for the two days of the weekend. 

I must have made an impression on my last visit as 
Blair and Constance were there, this time without 
their respective spouses.

It wasn't long before both women were taking full 
advantage of having a target for their cruel desires. 
I was beaten on all parts of my body and tied in every 
bizarre position they could imagine.

It was only inevitable that one of them would want me 
to satisfy them sexually: around midafternoon Blair 
sat on my face, forcing me to lick her ass and pussy 
as she did her best to crush my balls with her small 
hands. She did this for around thirty to forty 
minutes. I thought I would suffocate a couple of times 
as I brought her to at least three orgasms. When she 
eventually climbed off me I was in tears, begging her 
for mercy. My balls ached so badly and felt as large 
as coconuts.

Constance, after watching Blair satisfy herself, tied 
a rope around my neck and had me crawl on all fours as 
she rode on my back, whipping me with every step I 
took. She too sat on my face until she was completely 
fulfilled.

Both women were extremely cruel. There was no teasing 
or finesse in their treatment of me. It was just a 
desire to inflict pain and humiliation. Maybe they 
hated men or their husbands and wanted to take it out 
on me? I didn't know, but I knew I certainly hated 
them.

Stephen had taken no part in my abuse, he seemed 
content to observe. But once the ladies had left he 
had me suck his cock, he made me take my time as he 
instructed me in all the skills he claimed to have 
shown Lucy. I did all that he told me and received his 
sperm with his penis buried deep in the back of my 
throat.

Once satisfied, he at last allowed me to eat. I ate 
from a dog bowl on the kitchen floor, he then led me 
by my rope leash to the garage, where, true to his 
word he had installed a small cage. It was no more 
than four feet in any dimension, I curled into a ball 
to fit inside. Stephen closed and locked the cage, he 
turned the lights off and I was left alone for the 
night.

**

I was startled from sleep by Stephen rattling the dog 
bowl across the bars of the cage. I blearily opened my 
eyes to light streaming through the garage window.

I crawled from the cage and with the rope still 
hanging from my neck. I prepared Stephen's breakfast. 
I ate from the bowl on the floor, kneeling at his 
feet.

I cleaned the kitchen after Stephen had finished 
eating, then I was left to sit in the garage to rest 
as Stephen read the morning papers. I actually felt 
grateful to him for this small comfort.

I stupidly hoped I was going to have an easy day.

Around noon Stephen entered the garage followed 
closely be Constance. I groaned inwardly. She had an 
evil grin on her face, I knew I was in for a torrid 
afternoon.

"I want his chastity belt removed. I want access to 
his cock," she told Stephen. He spread his hands and 
shrugged in apology, "I'm sorry my dear, Lucy is the 
key holder, and I have it from her own mouth that his 
cage is now a permanent fixture. You, of course, have 
access to the rest of his body , to use in any way you 
desire. You are limited only by your own imagination," 
he explained.

Constance didn't look happy but must have realised 
there was little she could do about it. As I have 
often found, when something happens that somebody 
doesn't like, I am an easy target to take the blame. 
So it was that I spent the afternoon once again being 
abused by this older woman.

Constance left with a plea to Stephen that she be 
permitted to use me again. 

I was left lying on the floor thoroughly beaten and 
humiliated.

I was on my kneels with Stephen's penis lodged deep in 
my throat when the doorbell rang. I lifted my head and 
he told me to ignore it. I shut out the impatient 
ringing and resumed my slavish attention to his 
erection, my only thought at that moment was to please 
him. I was kept busy sucking for the next ten minutes 
until Stephen climaxed. At last, he sent me to answer 
the door.

Lucy was angry to be kept waiting, of course, she too, 
blamed me, and promised me a stiff punishment when we 
reached home.

All other times I was kept inside Lucy's house. I 
served as her slave and when I wasn't required I was 
locked in the basement, oftentimes chained or tied in 
some way. She had even ordered a cage similar to 
Stephens for me.

Now, as I worked, sucking air through my nose and 
Lynn's panties, I was taken by surprise on this, up to 
now quite normal day, when Lucy and Amy both returned 
home from work after only three hours out of the 
house. Both were crying and clearly distressed. I was 
naturally interested but kept on working. The affairs 
of my owners were not my concern.

Even so, I couldn't stop myself from eavesdropping. 
What I heard had me nervous and worried.

"Oh God Lynn, it's terrible. Something's happened, I 
don't know. The firm's closed. The police took Barry 
away. Something terrible is going on," Lucy was 
saying. She was crying as Lynn held her.

I was scared. I realised I was the only one who knew 
what had really happened. I had lived for the past 
month worrying about, and a little regretful of what I 
had done. 

The day I had found Lucy's computer, I had been angry 
and didn't know what I should do, but as I lay chained 
to my bed that night a plan began to form in my mind. 
I decided to execute my plan. But once put into 
action, I became more and more nervous. What if my 
scheme didn't work? What if I was discovered? If I 
was, I knew my life would be unbearable. My plan was 
aimed on freeing me and keeping Lucy safe, what if she 
suffered because of me? There was so much that could 
go wrong. I was starting to feel sick. "why had I done 
it? Why didn't I just accept things as they were?" but 
it was too late now, I was committed to a course of 
action, an action that I was increasingly doubtful 
would work.

My plan had obviously taken effect, whether successful 
or not remained to be seen. But either way it was 
time, I now had to confront Lucy, to tell her all that 
I had done. I didn't know if I had the strength. I had 
been so beaten, so subjugated, a large part of me 
really did believe that I was an inferior person. 

I saw Lucy disappear up the stairs, I checked the 
lounge to see Lynn leading a sobbing Amy out to the 
annex. There was nobody to watch over me, it was now 
or never.

I followed Lucy, I could hear her crying and talking 
to herself as I approached her room.

She was sitting on the bed, I walked over and sat 
beside her. I placed my arm around her shoulders and 
she let her head rest on my chest "Oh John, what's 
happened?" she said. She then suddenly realised who 
she was speaking to, she sat up quickly and glared at 
me" what are you doing? Get back to work right now."

"It's over Lucy. It was me, I did it" I started to 
explain but she interrupted me, almost shouting, "who 
do you think you're talking to? Get back to work now. 
I have things to attend to. I'll deal with you later."

"No Luce, you have to listen. It's over, all over," 
her hand flashed out, stinging my cheek. She drew back 
to slap me again, I grabbed her wrist. She struggled 
but I held firm. She tried to use her other hand but I 
was too quick. She fought me, warning me "let me go. 
What the hell do you think you're doing? You'll suffer 
for this. LET ME THE FUCK GO," she was screaming now, 
spittle flying from her mouth. I grabbed her 
shoulders, pulling her into me. I wrapped my arms 
around her, holding her tight, "stop it Luce. Calm 
down. It's all over, just listen to me, please," I 
spoke softly into her ear, gradually she stopped her 
struggles. She finally collapsed against me and 
sobbed. 

I began to explain what I had done.

She could either decide that she wanted nothing more 
to do with me or she would accept the new me. But at 
least she listened as I told my story. 

I thought about my plan long into the night. I had 
hidden the laptop in the pool house, knowing Lynn 
never went in there and I could retrieve it before I 
left to go to work in the morning. It was to my 
advantage that I was no longer allowed to use the 
front door.

The night seemed longer, probably because I had 
something to look forward to for the first time in 
nine months. Nine months of being downtrodden and 
secretly prepared to become a slave to my own wife and 
who knows who else.

As expected, Lynn had spent most of the evening 
punishing and admonishing me, mostly for imagined 
faults on my behalf. She left me at ten o'clock, 
chained to my bed in the basement with a gag in my 
mouth and a throbbing ass and back, courtesy of her 
crop.

She released me the next morning and virtually threw 
me out of the back door ordering me to work, telling 
me what a useless waste of space I was and that Lucy 
deserved so much more. I dutifully agreed with her and 
promised I would try harder to be worthy of the 
efforts all of them were making on my behalf.

I discovered that the worst thing about my job was 
also the best. I was the lowest of the low, even the 
toilet cleaners were above me. I was a nobody, but the 
thing about being a complete nobody was that everybody 
else ignored me. I could go anywhere in the building 
and be virtually invisible. Whenever I spoke to 
anybody I was forgotten five seconds later. Another 
good thing about my job was the fact that apart from 
Stephen, I was the only person in the company who had 
access to all the files.

I doubted that anybody in the firm would think that I 
would know one file from the next, but they also 
didn't know what power I suddenly had.

It took a great effort. I had to do my job, play the 
budding slave and complete my duties at home and then 
find the time to set my scheme in motion. But after a 
lot of work with the files and with Lucy's computer 
logged into the company network I had everything in 
place just a couple days before Lucy was due to come 
home.


I had had a few nervy moments: using Lucy's office, 
accessing confidential documents and once even using 
Stephens computer while he was at lunch. I worried 
about surveillance cameras, but after some 
investigating I discovered that there was only one 
camera, it was set up in my room on Lucy's 
instructions, and removed the day after my episode 
with Amy. Now everything was ready. I had a feeling of 
pride knowing I wasn't as useless as I had been led to 
believe, I could still show the best of them how to 
massage figures and run a campaign. Now I was in a 
position to set it all off. I had an anonymous email 
ready, addressed to the relevant authorities, with a 
few sample documents attached. All I needed to do now 
was press send and wait for things to take their 
course.

In the meantime I managed to replace Lucy's computer 
and continue my life of drudgery. Lucy arrived home 
and explained how I was to be her slave. I think I did 
a convincing job of pretending to be ignorant when she 
announced her intentions.

As the time passed and nothing appeared to be 
happening regarding my plans, I became convinced I had 
failed. I also sank deeper into my role as a slave. I 
started to accept that it was my destiny, that I was 
truly meant to spend my life serving others.

I also lived in fear, if my plan had failed, it was 
only a matter of time before somebody discovered the 
altered accounts and all the other things I had 
prepared. When that happened I didn't know what would 
happen to me and I didn't want to think about it. I 
knew there was nothing I could do to change things 
now, but it didn't stop me worrying 

**

When Lucy had entered the house to find me on my knees 
for her, She had ignored me as she greeted Lynn and 
Amy. I pretended to be surprised at her tan and be 
crestfallen at her dismissive treatment of me.

That weekend turned into a blur of pain and 
humiliation as the three women intensified my 
training, I actually became concerned that Lucy had in 
fact discovered my plan. Partly in hope and partly in 
fear I acted the complete submissive. But minute by 
minute and with each new torment I felt myself 
descending into true slavery. I don't know how, but I 
made it through my weekend from hell.

From there I officially became a slave to my wife. I 
hated everything about it, but increasingly I became 
convinced that it was meant to be, the fact that I now 
thought that my escape plan had failed only compounded 
my belief that I was destined to a life of slavery. I 
had all but accepted my fate when the balloon went up 
so to speak. 

I discovered later, that when Lucy, Barry and Amy had 
arrived at work, the first thing they noticed was the 
different security personnel at reception. Two men in 
gray suits asked their names and checked them on the 
screen of a desktop computer. Amy was told that the 
offices were closed until further notice and to go 
home and somebody would contact her. Lucy and Barry on 
the other hand, were told to report to the conference 
room.

Two hours later Lucy arrived home in tears. 

Barry was kept there.


Ten months later...

I'm relaxing on a sun bed by the pool. I swallow the 
last of my beer and raise my glass in the air. Amy 
shuffles across the patio to me. I watch her, 
appreciating the way her breasts jiggle and almost 
overflow from the top of her sexy little maids dress. 
She takes my glass and I smile at her. She is unable 
to smile back due to the large rubber ball gag 
strapped tightly into her mouth. As she turns and 
walks to the kitchen to get me another beer, I admire 
her ass, her skirt is so short and tight, the bottom 
of her ass cheeks are showing. She is also wearing 
stockings and five inch heels. Her arms are tied 
loosely at the elbows behind her back and her hands 
are cuffed in front. She can move her hands, but only 
a small amount. She also walks in small steps due to 
the short chain hobbling her ankles.

I wish I could take the credit for her appearance but 
I can't.

She obeys my orders as a good maid should, but she 
does it out of choice and also because her Mistress 
wishes her to. Amy and Lynn still live in the annex, 
they are lovers but Amy is virtually owned by Lynn and 
lives as her slave.

Amy returns with my new beer and I can hear Lynn 
singing in the house as she does the chores that she 
was originally hired for.

I rehired Lynn and Amy on inflated salaries to run my 
house. I had no grievance with them as I considered 
that they were used, like me, by Lucy and Stephen.

I pick up my newspaper from the small table at my side 
and read the article again, savouring the words. Barry 
was found guilty yesterday of a total number of eight 
crimes involving the embezzlement of just about all 
the funds of Stephens company. Seven years in prison 
seems fair to me for fucking my wife and trying to 
condemn me to a life of slavery. I suppose he will 
probably be out in three. Of course, he would have 
been dealt with more leniently had he told the 
authorities what he had done with the money. I almost 
felt sorry for him.

He must be as confused as anybody as to where the 
money is. But it so happens that I'm the only one who 
knows the numbers and passwords to the secret bank 
accounts that make me a millionaire.

I also wonder, with amusement, if he will be able to 
keep ahead of the Italians when he is released.

Their involvement turned out to be a bonus I hadn't 
expected.

Claude paid Lucy and I a visit some time ago with 
three "lawyers" as he called them.

It turned out that an awful lot of the missing money 
belonged to him. He questioned Lucy and she realised 
that he wasn't quite the gentleman she had thought he 
was. At length she had managed to convince him that 
she had nothing to do with what had happened and we 
both felt a huge relief when they left. I must admit 
that Claude frightened me. Although we were clean in 
his eyes Claude couldn't resist letting me know what 
Lucy had done on the occasions she was with them.

We may have been in the clear with the Italians, but 
it transpired that Stephen was in way over his head.

He may have lost the company and all the money he had 
invested, but try as I might I could find no way to 
separate him from his personal fortune.

But it turned out that if Claude couldn't retrieve his 
money from what was left of the company, he knew ways 
to persuade Stephen to pay up.

I heard through the grapevine that Stephen had had to 
sell his house and all of his cars to pay Claude and 
Tony the substantial compensation they demanded for 
what had happened to their investments.

I suspected that not everything they did was above 
board. But what the hell, if I couldn't get him, I was 
just glad someone else did. I was just happy that the 
two people I hated most in the world were now 
suffering.

So all in all I felt good. Life was good. Barry was in 
prison. Stephen was ruined and Lynn and Amy were 
serving me. And I had more money than I knew what to 
do with.

I looked at my watch. I realised it was time to serve 
Lucy her lunch.

So what about Lucy?

I had talked with Lucy and told her what I wanted. I 
gave her a choice.

She could have a divorce, but with the evidence I had 
of her adultery and what she planned for me, she would 
end up penniless and homeless. Maybe she could share 
Stephen's rented flat I told her spitefully.

I also, as a backup, had kept some documents 
implicating her in Barry's crime, just in case she 
tried to inform the authorities of what I had done,

Or she could agree to my proposal.

She told me she didn't want a divorce. She convinced 
me that she still loved me and would do anything to 
make amends. I believed her, I had to, I loved her and 
wanted her to stay.

I had her tell me everything she had done. I hadn't 
realised, and was genuinely shocked by the extent of 
her actions. I considered seriously what she had 
disclosed for some days.

After a lot of thought, I told her I forgave her 
everything, but, I also told her she had to pay a 
price for her actions.

She cried in relief, she said she would do anything I 
wanted her to do. I thought back to how I had said 
those exact words to her. I then told her what was 
going to happen.

I opened the door to see my wife sitting on the bed in 
the basement. She smiled warmly at me and stood up. 
She couldn't approach me as she was chained by her 
collar to the wall. She was naked, she had been naked 
and chained in this room for ten months.

"Barry got seven years," I told her.

"Poor Barry, his only fault was to fall in love with 
me," she said. I shrugged "he deserves it," I said as 
I put her lunch tray down on the table.

"It's now ten months. You only have two more to go," I 
informed her.

"It'll be nice to see daylight again," she said, 
sitting down on the bed. She took my hand in both of 
hers and looked up at me.

**

That is what we had agreed. She would stay in this 
basement, that she had prepared for me, and she would 
be my prisoner for one year.

I unzipped my shorts and let them drop to the floor. 
Lucy looked at my cock and smiled. I dropped to my 
knees before her.

"Please ma'am may I cum?" I asked her.

Lucy lifted the thin chain from around her neck and 
used the key attached to release my cock cage.

She spread her knees apart.

"You can cum only after you have licked me," she said.

I leaned forward and lovingly began to eat her pussy 
as I stroked my cock. I was careful not to rub too 
fast. knowing Lucy would want to watch me masturbate 
to orgasm before she again locked me into the cock 
cage.

Lucy was forcing her pussy onto my eager mouth. Only 
two more months left to go, then our lives would 
return to normal. Or at least as normal as we would 
ever be. Lucy would again be mistress of the house and 
I once more her slave, but this time I would be so 
willingly. After all the secrets and subterfuge to 
turn me into a slave, she cried as I told her.

"Lucy I love you, if you really want me to be your 
slave, just ask."

The End

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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